#shrugs and falls asleep

[pizzpizzapizzo]

a Noise-centric AU?? well maybe it is, what's it to you

just a what-if of "what if the Noise was an actual superhero like the outfit suggests, and also kinda anime? sometimes?"

Noisette still works at her cafe and they have some kind of reverse Ladybug situation going on with their love lives

#shrugs and falls asleep #the noise #noisette #the noise pizza tower #pizza tower au #art tag #noise x noisette #superhero au

[silverskye13]

Some words aren't real until they're felt. Language is a bit ephemeral like that sometimes. It's like, in theory the word makes sense, but its practical value is lost until it's touched, tasted. Visceralized. That's not a real word, but-- it's like you can hear the word awesome, and it's not until you're looking off the side of a mountain, taking in the edges of an endless world, that the word awesome has punch. Keen is dull until you've cut your hand on a blade or a friend's wit. Power is nothing until your hands are blooded by redstone, clenched around the pulse of the universe.

Deep and dark are greyscale until bellowed from a Warden's throat.

Etho is learning a new word today. Actualizing it. Realizing it's full weight and meaning. It paints his grin, his teeth. Twitches his limbs. Jolts his ribcage.

The word he's learning is bloodlust.

He thought it was a word he'd known before. He was a survivor by nature. He knew what it meant to kill or be killed. He knew the thrill of the hunt, of the pounce before the prize. He knew what it was like to be red, dangerously close to the end. He'd misplaced these as bloodlust in the time he'd felt them.

Joel is bloodthirsty. It's an unquenchable thing, like sand in your throat, it sticks and it grates, and Etho is discomforted by the feeling. It's contestant now that they're red, a stickiness in the back of his throat like he's never had water a day in his life. Joel is unbothered. He moves the same. Talks the same. Etho spends a lot of time swallowing and clearing his throat.

When Joel starts chasing Pearl, snarling and screaming, Etho runs with him. First on foot, then on horseback. He's swinging his sword and there's not a single thought in his head, outside the giddy, open-mouthed feeling of chasing something that knows it can't escape. It fills his chest, makes him lightheaded. It sings through his muscles, his lungs, everything. Joel plunges his sword into Pearl's back, and the singing is like a fever in Etho's head, and Joel is grinning at him and Etho realizes -- this is Joel. The way this feels. The way it compels. It's Joel. It's the way their souls are linked.

Etho is learning the meaning of bloodlust. He's heady and euphoric and he feels bad, because Pearl was just messing around, but he also feels good. Sated. The back of his throat doesn't stick.

Some words are nothing until they're felt. Really felt. Etho had never felt bloodlust before. Joel wears it like a second skin. He squeals and he laughs and he screams and he's unhinged, and his kicking Etho off his own hinges with every word.

Etho decides he enjoys this feeling, like wolves chasing ravens, open-mouthed and panting. He will chase Joel wherever he goes, chasing satisfaction. He can't wait to sink his teeth into it again.

#the barking writer #double life smp spoilers #dlsmp spoilers #ethoslab #[shrugs] actively falling asleep writing this #i dream-hallucinated a lot in between words #anyway goodnight

[fisheito]

a taste of Things I Draw in the hazy juncture of drowsy---sneep

#sometimes i'll be lyin there in typical /too tired to brain///too active to fall asleep/ Zone #and a way to trick myself intofeeling some satisfaction that will permit me to attempt Rest #is to draw my thoughts without a filter. like a ranting journal! #unfortunately my thoughts are all nuca at this point so the before-bedtime-diary becomes...this #rotating kani chars for my own gigglesies #seems like i often go to bed with lingering feelings of violence toward yakumo #:BIG SHRUG: #yakumo #kuya

[sentient-forest]

Thinking about the random bullshit Duke probably has to put up with upon moving into Wayne Manor

Tim: *slamming open the door to the room where Duke and Damian fell asleep during movie night, eyes wide and frantic*

Tim: The plastic-y burn-burn smell

Duke: *still half-asleep* The wHaT??

Tim: Does anyon-

Damian: *standing up* Tt I smelled it the moment I awoke.

*the two of them dash off and proceed to prevent an electrical fire from consuming the manor at 3 am*

#i love the idea that tim and damian work incredibly well together if they are able to get over themselves #meanwhile duke stares at the left-open door for a minute #then shrugs and thinks #ehh theyve probably got it taken care of #and falls back asleep #batfamily #batfam #duke thomas #tim drake #damian wayne #inspired by my rice cooker creating a plastic-y burn-burn smell at 2:30 am

[floorpancakes]

if i had a birthday party he would be on the guest list

#art jumpscare #kindaaa #not really #I just scribbled this in 5 minutes #I felt the urge to before I fall asleep #shrugs #I just think he’s neat #xxxholic #doumeki shizuka #unserious #this is just a doodle but I want to draw way more of him especially in all of the folder full of comedy shirts I think he would wear #yippee….

[reluctanttrabbit]

im sure most of you have run off to bed already but MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!!!! SWEET DREAMS EVERYPONY ^_^

#vanny shenanigans #christmas #teeehehe im not gonna fall asleep tonight (liar liar pants on fire. im so eepy oh my god i fell liek img onna fall sasleep in 5 seconds) #maybe i am. shrugs

[jerktournament]

Would like to emphasize there's no "wrong way" to play this poll!! If you're voting based on your most beloved jerk, cool! If you're voting based on who's the bigger jerk, sweet!

Personally this was created with "which is the favorite jerk" but I'm cool with seeing who's meanest too. Who cares it's poll. We ball.

TLDR: If a blorbo is winning it doesn't necessarily mean they're "worse than" or a bigger asshole than the other. Don't worry 👍

#Was just worried it'd spout genuine discourse #Especially since I think we have a few characters here who can be considered of doing Heinous Terrible Actions #I know a lot of the polls are caught in people's dashes who don't folow the blog so I don't blame the competition going on lol! #Shrug #txt #not a poll #I am trying not to fall asleep so this might be sloppily worded LMAO

[thegreenleavesofspring]

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#I am about ready to scream #I tend to be pedantic by nature but this is... frustrating even for me #Filling out the financial declaration for the divorce #He'll have his version easy #All he'll have to fill out is the entertainment line #I'm having to calculate each expense. Food and clothes and household cleaning items and... #How much do I spend on clothes in a month? Nothing usually. How much do I spend on clothes in a year? Better question. #Not much. #Also I don't know precisely what God has planned but I am discovering that I will simply not have enough to pay ALL the bills #with the addition of the electric bill. And that's factoring in bonuses which let's face it don't get saved - they go to items that are #needed but by necessity delayed until I have a little extra cash. #I don't know... I don't know. I don't know how I'm going to do this. And I have work waiting but I HAVE to do this first... #I don't... #I may spend a few hours tonight laying flat on my face praying. Here's hoping I don't fall asleep because I can't even afford to do that. #(The courts are going to take one look at this and go “how have you been managing thus far?” #and I'm going to have to shrug and go “Dunno” even though the real answer is “The grace of God” but that's apparently not an acceptable #courtly response) #(>_<)

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

i love christmas in theory but its scary to me how little i remenber to do things

#im blaming it partially on work bc im so fucking tired when i get home but holy shit #ive had to write myslef multiple to do lists all over my apartment and i STILL dont remember to do things until last minute #what is happening to meeeee #i havent been sleeping well either like. consistently. for the last week and a half at LEAST #and im afraid to take melatonin bc it makes me sleep through my alarm sometimes and i cant risk thattttt #on my nightmare arc . in my memory loss era. its concerning but also. shrug emoji ! #ill be in the car like . i have to do x and x and x after work and then i get home and i KNOW i had those thoughts #but i cannot for the LIFE of me remember what they were. and then its 10pm and i need to go to bed because i wake up at 5am #and i dont actually fall asleep until 1am because of the mental illness so ive been running on 4 hrs of sleep for the last two weeks #im in pain theres so kuch stuff that needs done and i cant remember any of it

[parameddic]

@loetise / semi-plotted.

"How are you holding up?"

It was morning. TK didn't know where they were, he had lost track somewhere around the decision they'd made together not to cross into Canada, but he knew it was a small town. One radio station, which was currently playing the blues on a loop 'cause 4:00am was too early for the hosts to be awake. He put a cup of coffee down in front of Allie; they had slept beneath a blanket on the wide open couch last night, both of them maybe a little starved for the contact of it. Like watching a movie and eating popcorn was a normal thing to do when currently 'on the run' or whatever.

Like they were much more than, really, total strangers. Disappearing had been the best option for everyone involved, when they'd left.

They were going to have a plan to get home - they would need one, he wasn't doing this forever, today had been carved out especially for planning - but for now they had coffee (did Allie even drink coffee?) and burnt toast 'cause someone with no taste had rented this room before they did.

"Without your family, I mean." He assumed a family into her life the way most people might have, but perhaps with more warmth: he didn't think he'd have survived without his family. He was always awed and impressed and a little saddened by people who didn't have a family to lose. He checked in, now, sure she would be aching as badly as he was about it. "Any news from Kurt?"

#ic #loetise #shrug emoji #bonus question: what movie did they fall asleep watching #not james bond he would have blanched about it kdfjldfjkdjg #indiana jones? #jurassic park? #trolls the movie?

[cha1cedony]

GOD I KNEW I FORGOT SOMETHING LAST NIGHT I was supposed to add this screenshot from the official S2E20 transcript to the end notes on Ch 8… hehe

(Vague Silver Linings Ch 8 spoilers LMAO) vv

YES. MY SCHEME. MWAHAHAHA

#chalcy stuff #shrug. I'll add it now #yes I have been planning this since Ch 1 #not sure that I have to warn for spoilers on my fanfic but whagever #I’m SO TIRED HOU MY GOD #I only slept like 4 or 5 hours 😭 can’t fall back asleep

[dokiyeom]

no longer writing 1k+ word fics,, this format is all ur gonna get from me from now on

#aiyah aya !! #imagine: you and mingyu are sitting together and he falls asleep on u and won’t move #then he wakes up and realizes that u guys accidentally merged and became one and he shrugs and says oh well ig we’re stuck w each other #and u guys gain internet fame for being the conjoined lovers && get rich and live happily ever after

[fisheito]

aster walks in to everyone muttering over an unconscious eiden and yells WHY IS MY NEW HIRE PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR

olivine (w/ the sweetest sincerest expression): sorry. i uh. panicked. 😅

maybe aster makes caps a standard part of the uniform so it doesn't seem weird that everyone is hatted. "oh everyone has their preferences on their hats but as long as yall wear the rest of the uniform i don't really care"

so eiden wears his uniform dutifully, and his little cap.

he's pulling a clueless protag move the entire time by seeing ALL the signs but not really questioning it. he's too good at staying in his lane:

"yes, my new boss walks around with prosthetic pointy ears like an elf. he just seems fancy and eccentric like that. it's not my business."

"i swear kuya has fangs? did he get them altered to look like that or was he born with pointy canines? is he one of those vampire kink dudes?? idk i'm too scared to ask"

"yakumo's eyes are slitted? oh, they're contact lenses? huh. he must really like the look to wear them every day. i wonder where he buys custom contacts like that. do they cost a lot??"

.................now i'm thinking of yakumo in a cute lil beanie for extra head warmth. he serves as a "red herring" when he takes off his hat in front of eiden and looks perfectly normal.

UNTIL EIDEN MAKES THE CONNECTION 3 WEEKS LATER WHEN HE SLAPS HIS OWN FOREHEAD LIKE of COURSE [yakumo not having animal ears under his hat] doesn't automatically mean everyone else is like that. yakumo takes care of the snakes. SNAKES DON'T HAVE FLUFFY EARS STICKING OUT OF THEIR HEADS

#quincy frequently falls asleep on the job. unfortunately he does this while in the bear den #somebody always has to wake him up and get him outta there before eiden notices #but the one time eiden catches quincy first he is SO concerned like dude i know you're buff!! #but u can't fall asleep next to literal bears! it's dangerous!! #and quincy just shrugs. they don't bother me. eiden raises eyebrow. #quincy gives him the ol “dont try this at home kids” pat and walks away. unbothered. #yall are NOT trying very hard to hide these secrets. #replies #zookeeper au #eiden #dante #kuya #garu #karu #edmond #olivine #aster #yakumo

[ariose-ghoul]

the theory of a sinkhole eats at me

the idea of the earth itself swallowing me, teeth like rotted picket fences and a tongue like over-grilled meat. forced into triangles and squares and the very idea of a hexagon being so unspeakable many have never even seen its shape. the corners being sliced off to fit into the narrow door of acceptability. ocean waves turn the hard ground into soft mud fit for growth. and pull me out with their strength. gently files away the edges until the names of those horrendous shapes mean nothing and the sharp angles cut nobodies hearts. we cannot enter the simple doors of suburbia and we do not want to. for to enter that door would surely mean death. i am not mad at those who chose to cut away their beautiful edges. i am sad for them, for sure. but i am not angry. i am mourning. we are mourning every day for the hexagons and circles and countless other unnamed shapes that destroy themselves for the crime of being made wrong. we are mourning for those who have died because someone decided that the shapes they were made in were cause enough to end them. we are mourning for those who were told that being their own being was sin unforgivable, who instead of cutting their edges to appease the soil decided to cut through the thin thread of life. i am angry at the ones who ground themselves to dust and told the rest of us to follow suit. the wooden teeth smell like death and promise no relief, only pain. holding me in place while the cats-tongue rough flesh inside steals my edges. spit out and straight into the hole that will perfectly suit me. i do not enter the house easily because i am meant to be there. i am thrown through the space and slide quickly through because it is lubricated with blood and the tears of those before me. as those before me have said, i will not go gentle into that good night. i will fight the darkness outside, and look to our lady of the moon as a light since there is no other light to be found and her court of the stars will cradle us as we weep, we weep for our friends and our family and they will say “you are not alone here. we can be your family, we can be your friends. you need not fit into that dreadful crevice.” we feel forsaken but that is not true. no matter what, there is someone or something out there for each of us and we will find it, trust me. trust me more than i trust myself. we are family and i will not abandon you. you, shapes that will not be found in children's colouring books or in the logos that are as sickly sweet as rot, you do not need to abandon yourself. the sinkhole does not need to pull you in. it will try, believe you me. the branches of apple trees reach up like demon claws to catch you, but they cannot get you. 

the theory of a sinkhole is eating me alive, but still i persist. my loves, you can persist as well.

#watched dead poets society and it reawakened my martin blackwood kinnie bullshit *shrug* #anyways im being gay and emotional and did almost no editing on this godbless #poetry #dammit what tag did i use for my other poems #fuckin hell #anyways im gonna go to bed and probably sob until i fall asleep goodnight

[sashimiyas]

your new boyfriend ushijima who’s adorable and a little socially awkward it’s endearing until he offhandedly mentions he went to a school that had horses. then you realize he’s actually in a whole different tax bracket and just has non-universal life experiences.

#reinas.inretrograde #reina.lovesushijima #i just love the idea of him dropping the fact that he went to a school that did #esquetarianism ? i had to google it #that’s why the tags stopped lol #but just dropping the fact that they was esquetarian studies with actual horses makes me laugh #you spend the rest of the night asking him all these random questions #which he happily entertains you #the two of you looking up at the ceiling and him crossing and recrossing his ankles #and you bounce up but your excitedness no longer surprises him #humors him and you continue asking him out of pocket questions until you fall asleep on his chest #anyways feel slightly better but *shrug*

[astrovagrant]

torero by san fermin for j*hnny/whatsherface

#it might be more just j*hnny than her but shrug #this bitch doesnt have a name and shes getting a ship playlist. im in the jaws of the crocodile #the (i can't fall asleep in your arms) is her in the bg there.