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zootzar · 4 months

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"WELCOME BACK. IT'S SURPRISING THAT YOU'RE STILL CONSCIOUS, NURSE."

@banana-zim & @mybrainisbigpoop more art made from brain maggots on your AU that I adore

#iitm #insane in the membrane #invader zim #zadr #zade #iz dib membrane #zim #dib membrane #gore #HHH I AM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THIS FIC #I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW THIS AU MAKES ME FEEL #JITTERY #IN A GOOD WAY #anyyyywayyysss heres some more scratchy ass pixel fanart to show banana and poop how much i love their work #i wish i could have those types of braincells !!#mine suck !!!!#anyways i hope you both enjoy it <333 #pixel gore #my art

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pansyfemme · 3 months

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i have too much caffine in my body i think

#jittery #lavender latte my biggest weakness

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duckcritter · 11 months

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#art #animation #gif #jittery #flash warning #flashing #flashing gif #experimental #digital #cat #chibi #animated #firealpaca #weirdfur #furry #furry art

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unidentifiedprimate · 1 year

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Deep Space 9 - A Call To Arms

part 4

#jittery #minefield conversation #part 4 #weyoun #sisko #deep space 9

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darkmoonravewolf · 8 months

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I have so much energy rn, I can't sleep. I want to howl but my family is sleeping. I feel like it's Christmas eve but it's not. I just have energy. I want to move. TO RUN!

There's too many people in this house, I should be able run without waking up someone. I should look into getting a personal treadmill, like a silent one. Or maybe the one we have is just loud as fuck. Everything sings in this house for reason. The microwave sung at me cause I didn't get my chicken fast enough.

I should get a personal hamster wheel! A silent one! I could run or walk on all 4s! I haven't done that in awhile not since I was a kid. A teen? I guess teen works. I miss doing that but having large breasts kinda makes it hard. I want a hamster wheel now. Become hampter

What do hamsters taste like? I kinda want to fight an animal just for fun but I want it to be a fair fight. Winner gets to eat a hamster. Maybe not a hamster, they have disease. Maybe, I can't risk it.

I think I'm just hungry

#the kit screams!#I am #jittery #I feel like my heart is racing #I feel like I have cat zoomies I want to RUN

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tallymali · 11 months

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drank so much coffee and did the worst nail polish job of my life

#JITTERY

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goodgrammaritan · 3 months

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#polls #random #anxiety #jittery #the missing close parenthesis i noticed after posting?

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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so many intriguing titles, i’d love to know more about patronus reveal! 💜

Hello, darling @maziktheli and @crazybutgood! You both asked for Patronus reveal. Did you know that you've helped me get one step closer to finishing this fic? WOW. I've been working on it for months. Started with a prompt from Phoebes, and wrote something like 14k in a single night. I'll get into it a bit further (and provide a sneak peak!) under the read more.

Phoebes - do not read, I'm so sorry darling, it's going to be so soon!

Patronus reveal is a story of spiraling down and trying to find the way back up. It features auror Harry who quits, like, two minutes into the narrative, is heavily depressed, and drinks too much. There’s grueling work and stubborn friends and a new job and a lot of animal-related adventures. Here's a sneak peak from the beginning (over 900 words, oops), TW for depression and alcohol

The first time it happened, it was a fox.

It turned out that being an Auror wasn’t exactly—not that Harry had much in the way of expectations, having been rushed into the job a week and a half after the battle, and still he was disappointed. The action bits felt too action-y; too much blood, and shouting, and a creeping concern about something he could never remember while he was running. The sitting about bits were too sitting-about-y; too much paperwork to fill and thumbs to twiddle and coffee-headaches for it to feel like anything resembling rest. He was uneasy, and exhausted, and bored, somehow all at once. And all the time. It felt like the most this New Life had to offer him was seven ways of compromise, which all sucked.

He didn’t know when was the last time he saw Ron and Hermione, any of his old friends. He hardly even saw the faces right in front of him. It all became so overwhelmingly blurry, that one day he almost blew up an entire operation; instead of guarding the entrance, as he was meant to be doing, he found himself staring at where Dawlish and Malfoy were inspecting the house. Following the length of one perfectly long finger—then alarms, and chaos, and what, what, what was happening, wait, wait, please—Jameson had to carry him out of that safehouse with a fucking Leviosa. No one blamed him for three wounded, for the damage, no one said anything at all. Robards gave him a clap on the back once he was released from Mungo’s, and sent him home on a sigh. Harry hadn’t slept in three days by then.

It all felt like a dream, anyway.

That night was the first, and it was a fox. Silvery at the doorway, sitting with its front paws clasped, pointy and oddly polite. Too vivid to be hallucinated. Harry blinked for a moment, then dismissed it with a shrug; the house blocked any mal-intended magic, anyway. Besides, it reminded him of Seamus’s fox, although it was bigger and neater and—prettier, if Harry went into it, which he didn’t. He went to the kitchen instead, cracked a bottle of beer open on the counter. Not butterbeer, which was sweet and tasty and meant victory, but rather a bitter ale. The fox followed, glinting against the dark wood and the lack of actual light.

“What? Why’re you looking at me like that?” the fox remained silent, beady-eyed and still.

“What are you even doing here?” Harry remembered to ask, and his hand shook around the bottle’s neck. He hadn’t bothered with a glass. Or dinner, matter of fact.

“Shoo. Get out. Out.”

If the fox heard, it didn’t give any sign. There were questions to be asked—loads and loads of questions, but Harry’s mind was whirring too loud to form anything nearing coherent. His ears were still buzzing with the distant ring from today’s battle—not battle. Just, er, crisis. If it even was that. A mistake, miscalculation. A screwup. Screwup, fuckup, idiot—wait, what was he thinking about?

Never mind. Never mind, never mind, never mind. Harry took to the bottle, and was a little startled a few minutes later to see the fox was still there. The most important question was probably who—but he didn’t care, not really, not enough. Couldn’t. Harry shook his head until he was almost off the chair.

“I’m—you can leave now,” he said to the fox, maybe slurred. “You should leave. Go.”

But it stayed and gave Harry a sad, sad look until he just couldn’t take it anymore. He turned on a heel and nearly ran up the stairs, desperate to be alone, desperate not to be. The fox came after him, though, the annoying thing. Harry pretended like he couldn’t see it. He went about his usual way, or just blearily got about, slinking out of his boots and robes, climbing into bed still in his trousers. His teeth felt sticky with the film of beer, but he didn’t have the energy to get up to brush them. He closed his eyes, frowning at himself, and prepared for a night of restless squirming.

Then the most unexpected thing in the universe happened, or thereabouts; light rippled behind his stubbornly-squeezed eyelids, and when he opened them again, the Patronus was on the bed, curled so it was almost touching him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Harry asked, but it came out a croak, and a bit like begging. The Patronus opened one eye, raised an eyebrow, then closed it again. Harry was too incredulous to protest.

“You can’t just…” he still tried. The fox didn’t respond, although its ear twitched, so Harry knew it was listening. He couldn’t muster any more words; just tightened the duvet around himself and prayed to forget how sad it all felt in the morning.

But a couple of hours later, when Harry awoke from the usual nightmares, the fox got up too, serious and steady. It got so close its nose almost touched his. It was startling—or would have been, if Harry’d been able to focus enough for it. But he was still hyperventilating, still dying, and there was something familiar behind the silvery eyes. So Harry lay back down and worked on catching his breath, on staying alive, on staying alive. Please. Please.

The fox remained atop him for a long time—if it were solid, it would be standing on his chest. When Harry wasn’t outright crying anymore, the fox came off, curling closer this time. Harry kept watching and watching, but it didn’t move, only tiny little twitches. Oddly calming.

He kept listening to the little whistling sounds coming from the Patronus, lost enough in all of that to fall back asleep. He managed another three hours, almost, the longest he’d had in a while.

Ask me about my WIPS! I'll answer!

#drarry #Robin answers #Robin plays games #over 900 words (oops sorry far too much i'm too excited)#this is the closest i've been to posting a new long fic since december #jittery #mind the tws in the description

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kply-industries · 1 year

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CALM DOWN

#animated gif #animated gifs #gif #gifs #old ads #old advertisements #wired #shaky #nervous #jittery #CALM DOWN #trix rabbit #cereal mascots #animated #cartoon #furry #eyebrows #two frame hero

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lexbtskp · 2 years

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#kinnporsche #mile phakphum #jittery #can't wait for the longest ep #and yet #this day is to long #or not long enough

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skyward-floored · 2 years

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I Had too much sugar im vibrating at the speed Of sound

#heart is going thumpety thunp #jittery #brrrr #rambles from the Floor

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grass-fields · 2 years

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i feel so restless right now. my brain is jittery and my toes and fingers feel like contained worms struggling to squirm about. there’s a thrum of electricity under my skin - not the safe, soft, thrum that lights up the streetlamps at night but a jerky connection from broken wires damaged after a storm. the shriek building up in my chest is echoing around my body like the old computer screensavers, bouncing bouncing bouncing around but never going away. what’s going on? why am i feeling like this? i want to eat and run outside and do something spontaneous that’ll leave me to crash one all this disorganized frantic energy shoots out. i feel like a glitch. i feel frustrated and contained and limited and and and

i need to go to sleep .

#why can't i sleep #jittery #i want to rest #nothing is wrong i just feel like nothing is right

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blue-genius · 2 years

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Day 2573 17: Jittery - #daily #shunuttober #art #drawing #ink #traditional #cat #animal #jitter #jittery https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj0_GtrL4_H/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#daily #shunuttober #art #drawing #ink #traditional #cat #animal #jitter #jittery

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shireentapestry · 2 years

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