#anyway I’m going to sleep now

[anna-scribbles]

comic of my morning

#for a second. he fixes me #anyway i’m going to sleep now #i have a FIVE HOUR LONG grad school interview tomorrow #illegal i tell you #okay goodnight #my art #ml

[tuituipupu]

me waking up from my first joost dream the other day - bleary eyed, straddling the thin veil between consciousness and the land of dreams with my head playing ome robert:

WIE BEN JIJ ?!? WIE BEN JIJ ?!! SUCK MY DICK BITCH !! SUCKY SUCKY FIVE DOLLAAA ~ 🤪😩

#it was: an experience for sure. #anyway i’m going to sleep now #that was confusing for me so we hope (?) it doesn’t happen again?! LMAO #joost klein #personal #goodnight !!

[queenmeriadoc]

Merry and Louis Oakley share a hotel after a ✨glitch✨in the hotel computer systems, waking up the morning cuddling.

Louis: I’m so sorry.

Merry while half asleep, brushes his hair with their hand: It’s ok, it was nice.

Louis:

#louis oakley x merry #gif #anyway I’m going to sleep now #good night

[sluttyten]

I hate that I got like so close to the end of the month and then started losing inspiration for kinktober ☹️

#like I’ve been working on this one for days now #and I really do want to write for all the days #but Monday’s the last day of the month and I’m like what a week behind at this point? #anyway I’m going to sleep now #I did write some earlier but then I got distracted watching Halloween movies and planning my outfit for work tomorrow (we wear costumes) #and I have to go to sleep now so I wake up when my alarm first goes off so I actually have time to get ready and not rush to work and get #there late (like I did today) but also I’m really hoping my car is fine in the morning bc on my way home today I realized the windshield is #cracked so 🙃 hopefully if it frosts over tonight it doesn’t make the crack worse #bc yesterday it was just a chip in my windshield with maybe a tiny crack but on my way home I realized it’s like now all the way across my #windshield and also my glovebox doesn’t close anymore #like it’ll shut but as soon as I started my car it popped right back open #ever since last Thursday my car has been not great #I took it on a drive for work and that’s I believe when the chip occurred because a truck carrying gravel was in front of me and I heard it #like hit but didn’t see anything then and then that day the light came on telling me I needed my oil changed #then my dad drove my car on Friday since he works at a car place so he just got the oil changed for me and when I got my car back that #afternoon is when I noticed the chip and then on like Sunday? I think I got in my glovebox and noticed it didn’t really want to shut and #then throughout the week I’ve just noticed the chip every time I’m in the car until today when it’s a crack #and this morning my glove box was open when I got in my frozen car so I closed it and it was fine but I think when I got to work or maybe on #my way in it popped open then i got it shut after work but like I said it popped open as soon as I started my car and my dad says it’s bc #they checked the cabin air filter (which also needs changed) and he thinks that my brakes need to be fixed or something too #like….. dude… why are you falling apart all of a sudden? #just teenager things I guess bc it is almost 16 years old

[otaku553]

2 am thoughts about roommates

#small dooble at 2 am :) #I think the they were roommates trope is great because living with someone beyond the sort of intimacy of sharing a space also comes with #compromises and accomodations for each other’s differences. small psychological changes such as internal clock and lighting and such #I’m glad I have roommates haha though it’s a bit lonely right now since one of them is doing summer research in Wisconsin #and the other is on vacation and went home for July 4th long weekend #a bit sad that I’m working over July 3 and 4 but I did plan it out that way for myself since there’s not anything else to do on those days #anyways I should go sleep

[signanothername]

Megs and his grumpy cat bestie who watches over him <3

#anyway now that I’m done imma go sleep ✌🏻 #it’s 3 am #anothers art #macaddam #mtmte #idw mtmte #transformers #tf idw #tf idw fanart #mtmte megatron #mtmte ravage #megatron #ravage #tf megatron #tf ravage

[ghostbeam]

Tomura shigaraki x reader, tomura is an art student, takes place in the same universe as my charcoal artist!dabi stuff, tomura is like very insecure in some of this, if the writing feels pretentious and flowery and unnecessary that’s because it is<3

His hair is getting long.

Running your fingers through the ends, you notice how it’s nearing his shoulders now. His head is in your lap, staring up at you as you lean against the mountain of pillows on your bed, clad in a pair of underwear and the tee shirt he arrived in. His jeans are stained with paint, hanging low on his hips, unbuttoned and quickly thrown on so he wasn’t naked and vulnerable in your lap. You thumb at the scar by the corner of his mouth and he kisses it, then your palm, then your wrist. Tomura takes your hand in between three careful fingers and places it over his heart.

Love is not how they told you it would be.

The two of you were assigned to the same group in painting iii, formed so that the students could give one another critiques independently. Only, you couldn’t find a single thing to critique in his work.

Tomura worked with oils—or Tomura lived and breathed and died for them. He painted people, always caught in a moment, in the middle of talking, or yelling, or drinking, or sleeping. His attention to detail was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, colors you’d never realized could appear in skin tones, shine on limbs and cheeks that made his subjects both more alive and human than any real person. His work felt sort of dirty, sweaty, perpetually damp. But it was beautiful. You couldn’t say a thing about it.

He’d confronted you about it one afternoon, stuffing handouts from the professor into his bag, which looked to be filled with more loose paper and no text books.

“Do you hate it that much?” It was the first time he’d ever talked to you, actually talked to you and not just about your work during a critique. “You never have anything to say.”

It stuns you for a moment, his anger and annoyance, how he’s decided to aim it at you instead of the group of people clamoring for issues with his painting all class period.

“I’m supposed to point out flaws, tell you where you could have done better, explain how I wasn’t moved,” you explain, staring down at your shoes, “but I can’t do that. There’s not—I don’t see how I could possibly tell you how you could do better.”

“That’s bullshit.” He mutters, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t just say what I want to hear. I won’t like you any more for it.”

He leaves you standing alone in the classroom. Like you? He thought it was about being liked? You’re in such awe of him that you can’t speak, and he thinks you’re just trying not to hurt his feelings.

During the next class, when he stands before your group for critique, you don’t say a word. And he keeps looking at you like he’s waiting for it, like you’ll be angry enough at him for last week that you’ll rip his painting apart. But your silent, once again. Nothing’s changed.

He’s the first one out of the class once you’re dismissed. He walks fast, and you’re out of breath by the time you catch up with him, resting a hand on his shoulder that he flinches away from. Your breath comes out in quick puffs that you can see, wrapping your coat tighter around yourself as you fix him with a glare.

“You’re wrong.” You say once he’s turned around. “I don’t care if you like me or not after critique. It’s not about sparing your feelings. I’ve never seen anything like what you do. And I watch you in class, and you paint like something is clawing it’s way out of you, like you need to do it or you’ll die.”

“You’re honest with everyone else but me.” He argues, unable to accept your words. You have real things to say to your peers. You don’t hold back with them. You make them better. Why couldn’t you do that for him?

“You are not everyone else.” You watch his eyes widen at your words, and if you had any shame, maybe you wouldn’t have said something so bold. “You’re leagues above all of us. Everyone knows it, and that’s why they’re harsh on you.”

Where you say nothing, your group rips into him, picking at each and every detail until there’s nothing left. He takes it all in stride, accepting their words like it’s absolute truth, and returning to his canvas with sunken shoulders and furrowed brows, concentrated on how he could be better. It’s exactly what they want.

He opens his mouth the say something, but stops, feeling a drop of something fall on his cheek. He looks up at the dark clouds above the two of you, and it begins to rain. He curses, taking a hold of your hand and leading you underneath the front of the design building.

“They’re harsh because I deserve it.” He points out, still holding your hand. You could say a million things right now, tell him in detail how moved you are by every piece he makes, but his hand is still in yours, and you don’t trust yourself not to trip over your words because of it. You can only shake your head.

“Why can’t you accept that you’re brilliant?” You question, exasperated. It makes him laugh, his smile being something you’ve never seen before. It makes you think of all the people who have seen this smile before, the stretch of his lips, the creases by his eyes. Had they felt this lucky?

“I think you’re crazy.” He tells you, knocking his knuckles against your head.

“Do you wanna go out?” You ask before you’re able to stop yourself. He leans away from you, surprised.

“What?” You can’t find the words to speak, to tell him you’re sorry, that it was uncalled for, that you’re a total creep. His face is red, you notice. He speaks a moment later, “yes.”

Rising from your lap, he leans over you, kissing your lips with as much tenderness as he had your palm. Your lips are his favorite thing to paint, second only to your thighs which he grips tightly as he wraps your legs around his waist.

When he’d met you, all full of hope and belief in him of all people, he’d thought of you as such a faraway thing. Unattainable. If you couldn’t talk about his work, there was no way you’d ever talk to him. But he was wrong, something he rarely ever is, your faith in him changing how he viewed his own art forever.

He paints you. He paints you a lot. He even paints the two of you together, though your faces are never in those ones, just bodies tangled together on one canvas. He’d call you his muse if you didn’t hate it. And besides, he knows you’re so much more.

If there had been something inside of him clawing it’s way out, you had noticed it, freed it, kept it safe with you so it wasn’t so agonizing to carry on his own.

No, it’s not how they told him it would be at all.

#tomura shigiraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #ghost.drabble #ghost.writes #sorry was suddenly consumed by art school au thoughts #oil painter tomura u will always be famous #in my brain his work reminds me of Malcom liepke btw #soooo yeah #anyways it’s 4am I’m gonna go sleep now byeeeeee

[friendlyengie]

Femspy with a vest courtesy of this drawing by @butlerkitty-art because I can’t stop thinking about it . Art that makes me want to draw Spy looking cooler than she has any right to be.

#Tf2 #femspy #fem fortress but they’re separate characters from their canon merc counterparts #genuinely considering incorporating it into her design bc it pulls her closer to canon!spy design wise #and also makes up for how empty her torso looks … hmm hm mh #Idk I don’t wanna be rude n snatch the idea FJKHSHFIDHFNJD #anyways I’m going. To sleep now. HOPE ITS OK TO TAG BTW smile #My art!! #Ottos fem fortress

[emily-mooon]

Me when the moots don’t see my flop posts I made at 3 am:

#fuck I can’t remember what my shitpost tag was so uh I’ll tag the two I think they are #emily’s shitposts #emily shitposts #anyways I should go to sleep now cause I’m tired and I want my dad to drag me to the local vinyl store tomorrow

[blairamok]

went to bed early because i wanted to go to public skate today but then i woke up really early and man. wish they’d let me in the 7am freestyle sessions because i am not built for these afternoon public skates

#blair rambles #i had to skip my last class because something came up but now i’m trying to make up for it with two public sessions this week #my coach suggested i try to go twice a week anyway #downside of working night shift is having to do crazy things with my sleep so i can actually Do Things

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

#in some ways it IS the move to go to grad school right out of undergrad #because your body can still sort of operate like a college kid #i’m on about 3ish hours of sleep rn and this morning it felt SO over but now i’ve eaten something and we’re so back #i also don’t really do caffeine. except sometimes i’ll go get one of those panera death lemonades #i might be able to snag a short nap before work #but anyway about seventeen year old emilie. i was thinking abt how she was in that movie solitude and adrien said she was seventeen #WAIT. NO. HE SAID SHE WAS SEVENTEEN IN THAT PHOTO ON HIS DESKTOP NOT IN THE MOVIE #well. okay whatever i’m gonna tell you what i was thinking about anyway #OKAY i’m back i just checked the wikipedia page and then i watched the end of gorizilla. to make sure i’m not lying. because i’m normal. #anyway i was thinking about the solitude film and how it’s super rare and old and obscure and whatever. and how apparently #emilie wrote it herself and andre produced it #and i’m thinking about how gabe was discovered by audrey and that’s how he got his start in the fashion industry #so now i’m like?? did gabe and emilie first meet on the set of solitude? because gabe was designing costumes or whatever? #and that’s how audrey found him? have people already thought about this?? #also i just checked and it doesn’t say emilie’s last name in the credits and also it’s ‘graham films’ with the twin rings logo m #so i’m assuming she’s still emilie graham de vanily at that point #anyway it comes back to seventeen year old emilie because i started imagining seventeen year old runaway emilie having her new life in pari #after escaping her british nobility life #and the first thing she does is write and star in an original movie. of course. #and she meets this repressed bisexual punk upstart costume designer who is so the opposite of everyone she’s ever known #and he’s immediately so unhealthily obsessed with her. which she appreciates. #and then they proceed to have the most toxic doomed evil relationship of all time #also she gets cheated because once gabe gets money he represses himself SO hard that he is now exactly like all the people emilie grew up w #but at least he’s still obsessed with her #this is what i was thinking about during class today. i don’t know how i get anything done either. #ml #anna rambles #asks

[sexswansworld]

I really want to take somebody into like an abandoned building and chase them the fuck down, you know? It’s so much more scary that way, neither of us know the layout, you won’t know where any hiding places are, I’ll get frustrated trying to find you and it’ll only make me more determined, and then I fuck you into the floor when I finally catch you. Sounds good, doesn’t it?

#femdxm #predator #prey #male prey #female pred #rough kink #hnnnngh #like I get to force you to the ground and watch you squirm #maybe cry a little #idk man #I’m tired #my sleep schedule is so weird right now #these tags are like #bad #can’t find the energy to be even remotely funny today #but yeah abandoned buildings are underrated #like why go into the dirty ass woods when I can tackle you onto concrete or tile floor #plus there’s less chance of getting bugs on us #ew #anyway #these are probably too long #haha #ok #bye

[nico-di-genova]

Keep to the Line

Chapter 5

There is a span of twenty minutes on the plane, when Charles is feeling the nausea roll through him with increasing intensity, where he thinks about quitting. He runs a finger along the edge of his phone, swallows down bile, and strongly considers texting GP his resignation. It, of course, would not send until he was firmly back on the ground in France, but he considers it, nonetheless. Better to cut ties now before Red Bull cuts him loose of their own accord in Jeddah.

Then the twenty minutes passes, the nausea wins out, and Charles is rushing down the aisle to vomit in a cramped airplane bathroom with sweat breaking out on his brow and his palms going clammy. He wonders if Arthur is feeling the same way, knows Lorenzo is probably judging both of them. He supposes it’s better that his hangover didn’t settle in until after the debrief. It would have been worse if he’d gone to speak during the meeting and hurled all over GP’s shoes.

The liquor burns coming back up, more stomach acid than anything, and the handful of peanuts he’d grabbed from the club at last call.

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#I really liked this chapter actually #this was fun to write #the queer behavior is beginning #keep to the line #lestappen #lestappen fic #my fic #engineer!charles #anyway it’s 3 a.m. so I’m going to sleep now #goodnight yall #kttl fic

[daincrediblegg]

What I really love as another theme in Mike Flanagan works is that death is never a punishment (as it tends to be for a LOT of horror films) but instead an equalizer. That death by in large is a comfort and peaceful and not something to fear on the whole and many of the characters who DO die get that out of it. The villains often make death their own enemy in their denial of it and the meting of it out on others. But the heroes and the innocent and everyone else in between? When they go they get to go with love written all over them. And that is more potent to me than anything that anyone’s done with death in stories ever.

#mike flanagan #meta #egg’s meta #doctor sleep #midnight mass #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of bly manor #yeah so the rewatch of doctor sleep is going really well #in based mike flanagan forever we stan #anyway I’m gonna write a Dan Torrance doesn’t die fix it au now like a chump 😂😂😂

[midnightsslut]

the reason why bejeweled feels very calvin to me still is how it parallels high infidelity. in general, the 3am tracks seem to explore a darker, more explicit side of a storyline that’s already present, if only in the form of subtext (like we don’t have a direct parallel for wcs, but we do have two songs exploring formative past relationships vaguely sexually, and wcs is the darker example), on the main album, and bejeweled/high infidelity is perhaps the best example of this. its similarities to tolerate it, which is about something she felt ‘at one point in her life,’ back this up. HOWEVER, I do think it’s exploring a potential outcome of the then-current state of her relationship with joe. like, this is how things could go - I have forgotten that I have a man in the past, and I can do it again.

#it is not fully joe and anyone who comes to me with bUt ToLeRaTe It Is ClEaRlY a JoE sOnG #no it’s not #it’s literally just not #I don’t see that dynamic at all #‘you’re so much older and wiser’ #they weren’t having the greatest time in fall 2020 but it’s not bc she was watching him sleep #are there shades of how she felt yeah okay maybe but I honestly don’t even think she saw it that way at the time #the parts about putting someone on a pedestal and using your best colors to paint their portrait was always interesting though #but I digress #bejeweled #tolerate it #high infidelity #midnights #ttpd #I actually had an argument about tolerate it in a tiktok comment section once (not my wisest moment) and this person was like ‘oh but I wasn #talking about specific people in her personal life!!!! just her music’ the deflection #like if you want to draw parallels between her songs go right ahead #but #own up to it #have a backbone #sorry I’m sleepy #anyway my beloved muricans are asleep and my dash is quiet now

[barrencelenny]

hey guys does anyone remember when the first time barry and len actually touched each other with skin contact for the first time was. trying to picture scenes in my head but all I can remember are bits when they’ve got gloves on or are touching the others clothing or smth. if someone could tell me and hopefully point me towards a gif set I can inject into my bloodstream that’ll be so helpful thanks ever so much

#anyways the sun is coming up I’m gonna go sleep now <3 #k.txt