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artichow · 4 months
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love love love your parksborn i think they deserve a smooch
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thank you so much for asking for them aaa I'm pretty happy with the ref I took for this :3
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i think about her a lot.
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french--hoe · 6 months
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Honestly the lack of SpideyPool fanfics set in the insomniac verse is making me so sad
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middymod · 1 year
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Dumb GotG headcanons
Gamora's hair becomes curly when she's happy (long term, not instant)
Zeihoberei do not have a term for facial hair (they don't have any). Therefore, Gamora refers to Peter's beard as "face fur".
Mantis uses her empath powers on others to get pumped up in battle
Gamora can see UV colors and therefore, could see how truly filthy Quill's ship was
Rocket sometimes ditches his clothes on Earth to pass as a raccoon and cause mayhem (untitled goose game style)
The first incident of Rocket pretending to be a raccoon on Earth was during the "Chicken Noodle Soup" incident.
Nebula constantly grows and loses teeth, like a shark
Since birthdays were not really a thing in the other Guardians' lives, Quill assigns them all birthdays at random dates (except Groot, his birthday is when he first started moving)
Peter and Gamora do some nearly acrobatic dancing when in private
Quill and Gamora both talk in their sleep. Sometimes, they end up having small conversations
Drax is colorblind
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ihaventsleptinweekz · 8 months
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My silly little minecraft world
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wereshrew-admirer · 3 months
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you ever blink and realize you wrote a 3K introduction into what was supposed to be a pwp fic in a few hours... at work? woops,
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an-error-0ccurred · 5 months
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Here are some barely holding on eggs! Which one are you!?!?!
(1) A bunch of fricked up little creepy spider babies that are not really in an egg they're in a silk sack but honestly they're vibing and don't really want to leave so they're just eating each other
Itchy, random pains, pains that are faint and disappear only to reappear again, scared of spider georg, tastes like metal, loves ice
(2) blood you are full of blood and it likes to come out a lot
Blood, blood, for some reason your mouth feels like pineapple, blood, guess what more blood
(3) a unfortunate little chick who's got one leg that's shorter than the other and doesn't really have a beak so they're just kind of licking at the inside of the eggshell with their weird bird tongue
Generally tired, unsteady, visibly recognized as disabled, has probably eaten several worms, and will eat more
(4) two worms and one rollie pollie in a dirty plastic Easter egg
Tells people you are living your best life, you are most definitely not living your best life, your joints won't stay in and honestly you've given up on trying, someone should definitely check up on you
(5) acorn
Is not an egg, should not be on this list, has never broken a bone but is definitely a frequent flyer at the ER, might make a good jelly
(6) human pregnant person
Growing a whole ass person, while being a person, badass, quick question does it ever bother you that there's something inside of you that has its own autonomy and therefore moves inside of you but not under your control, eats the best snacks
(7) a gloopy handful of frog eggs freshly scooped from the pond the pond being a algae-filled forgotten bucket behind the shed
Gelatinous, full of sticks, wishing your head would feel either cold or hot to help with your migraines, no appetite, gelatinous, sweaty
(8) already decomposing unfertilized snake egg
Your body is literally melting, you might be on fire, would stab someone unprovoked, would insult when provoked, full of glue, overestimates you're own capabilities
Make enough friends and you can probably collect them all or you could be all of them if you are I'm sorry
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c00kietin · 4 months
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Froggy snitched
Go to bed before I snitch to Rae Rae
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Wait, wdym froggy snitched-
@ofthefrogs, did you snitch on me? >:( /lh
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redhead-reporter · 6 months
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we interrupt our regularly scheduled starters to say yuri and laura put their WHOLE ASSES into peter and mj this time around and nothing tugs my heart strings more than their i love yous
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pridelessdaydreamer · 7 months
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"Hey, Linhardt. Do you dream a lot when you sleep? Bad dreams, sometimes?"
Caspar pokes at the remnants of his dinner with his fork. Usually he'd be headed to the kitchen for a second helping by now, but he can't quite find his appetite today. It's weird, how a troubled mind can affect the body. He doesn't like it much.
"Do they ever...keep coming back? Some of the worst bits?" He pushes his plate aside, making room to fold his arms over the table and pillow his head atop them, head turned so he can look up at his friend. "You sleep a lot, so I thought—I dunno. Maybe you'd know some tricks to make 'em go away or something. If someone else were dealing with something like that."
It isn’t difficult to tell when something is off with Caspar von Bergliez.
He’s a loud little thing, filled with joy and righteous pride. He overflowed with justice and the determination to make right—there was never really an instance in which that spirit of his quieted down, tempering for the sake of that which was unjust. He roared with unabated passion, and that poured into everything he did.
So Linhardt notices when he is quiet. (He notices when he is stilled.)
“Not always,” they answer briefly, though it’s clear that their friend’s words carry a deeper meaning. “If I dreamt every time I fell asleep, I’d get rather exhausted—more so than usual, that is.”
“But…” (On the topic of bad dreams…) “I do.”
“…I do.”
Why do you ask? (It’s bitten down—knowing to give the boy space.) Caspar was nothing if not honest, nothing if not true. (He would give himself away—and indeed, it is in his final remarks that Linhardt confirms their suspicions.)
“Well… There aren't really any tricks, I would say, to just… ‘make them go away.’ It takes time for something like that—something that haunts you so deeply—to really ease, you know?”
Taking a sip of water—she had finished eating a while ago—she continues:
“But if this someone wanted to make it easier, they could talk to a friend about it. Get it out their system.”
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godzexperiment · 10 months
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!!!! friendly reminder i love everybody's writing styles and super cool muses like genuinely ya'll are fucking awesome <3
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alltimefail · 8 months
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Had the most wild, fucked-up, cinematic dream last night and I'm still thinking about it hours later.
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vamptastic · 1 year
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unfortunately i have been afflicted with podcast disease (this has merely replaced my childhood 'reads a book while cooking and burns the house down' affliction) and i would REALLY like to find another good scifi podcast because right now all i have is horror and it's not great for a little bedtime winding down. or cooking actually thank you magnus archives for driving me closer and closer to vegetarianism.
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ihaventsleptinweekz · 7 months
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I get kind of annoyed when I see some hearing ppl who use signing exact English in their tiktoks and stuff then calling it ASL and "teaching" other hearing ppl it in their videos and I really don't know where I'm going here but it is always vaugly annoying to me.
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kiss-inthekitchen · 7 days
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favorite insomniac | spencer reid
a little warm-up exercise i just finished <3 you can't sleep, so you decide to call the only other person you know who would be awake at this hour. ~500 words
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You don’t get insomnia. Usually, you fall asleep quickly and easily, and then devolve into any number of nightmares or vivid dreams or somethings that cause to you wake up feeling like you hadn’t slept at all. 
Obviously not great. But not insomnia.
Tonight, however, is not a usual night.
You roll over once again, after what feels like hours but is probably only twenty minutes of lying as still as possible and trying to will your body to be tired. You check the time on your phone; 3:14 AM. 
Ugh. You have to be at work in less than 6 hours, awake in less than 5. Closer to 4, if you want to actually look presentable. 
You groan, scrubbing your hands over your face and barely resisting the urge to start punching your pillows. 
And then you give up. 
There’s one insomniac you know who’s got a pretty good chance of being awake right now. You've dialed the number before you can even think about it. The line rings once, and you realize what an inappropriate, quite possibly disrespectful choice this had been. You’re about to hang up, hovering over the red button, when you hear him. 
“Hey,” he says, voice raspy. 
Oh god, oh god. “Please tell me I didn’t wake you up.” 
“No,” Spencer chuckles bitterly, “You didn’t. What’s wrong?” 
“I can’t sleep?” 
His eyebrows raise halfway to his hairline. “So you called me?” 
You and Spencer are coworkers. You’re friends. You just don’t really hang out much outside of work and work-related events. Not that you haven’t wanted to, you just… don’t really know how. Or if you should. Or if it would be particularly smart. 
“I’m so sorry. I figured if anyone was liable to be awake right now, it’d be… I wasn’t thinking. I’ll let you go, I’m–” 
“Hey, it’s alright,” he says, amused. You’re the only person he ever gets the opportunity to calm down; he’s usually the most nervous person in the room. “This doesn’t usually happen to you though, does it?” 
“No,” you huff, flopping back against your pillows. “I’d ask you for tips, but whatever you’re doing clearly isn’t working.” 
“That’s nice.” 
“Am I wrong?” 
“No, you’re not wrong.” 
You make a self-satisfied little “hmph” sound. 
“What did you call me for then?” 
Something in the timbre of his voice makes your heart speed up. “I don’t know, human connection across the ether that is 3 AM?” The sense that you’re the only two people in the universe. The sound of his voice. Not that you could say that part out loud.
“Wanna go for a drive?”
Huh? “Wh– We have work in, like, 5 hours.” 
“Oh, you haven’t been counting, have you?”
“You mean like thinking ‘if I fall asleep right now at this moment I could get 5 hours of sleep’ but then I still don’t fall asleep and I watch the minutes go by until it’s only 4 and a half hours and then I get angry at myself for being awake and then I’m somehow even more awake?” 
He chuckles, dark and rich through the phone. “The classic trap. Never count the hours.” 
“Now you tell me.” 
“Alright,” he grunts, and you hear him shuffling around, “I’m picking you up.”
“You're what?!"
"I'm picking you up," his voice lilts up, almost like a question. But not like he's asking for permission, more like he's teasing you. Like he knows your answer anyway.
"Now? You have a car?” 
“Yes, now. And yes, I have a car,” you hear jingling on the other end. “You’re gonna like it.”
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