Tumgik
#lack of sleep
zee-rambles · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
—————-
“They left without me…”
@saspas-corner
First I Prev I Next
801 notes · View notes
littlemut · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
go tf to bed
2K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
And doesn’t it suck lol
376 notes · View notes
hitmewithsomebooks · 3 months
Text
@jegulus-microfic Jan 7 - headache
344 words
~
Regulus’s head was pounding. He had a report for the Ministry due in two days that he’d barely started, a new product line that was supposed to being rolling onto the shelves any day now, and on top of it all Barty was being a right arsehole. All Regulus wanted to do was sleep, but he had too much to do.
“Hello, love.” A warm voice said behind him, before strong arms engulfed him. And just like that, Regulus’s headache eased. He leaned back against his husband, humming contently.
“How are you, baby?” James asked softly, chin resting on Regulus’s shoulder.
“Better now.” Regulus sighed, grasping James’s arms so he wouldn’t let go, though the man had no intention of doing so. “You have no idea how much I missed you.” He added, and James squeezed him tighter.
“Mmm, I missed you too. Why don’t you come lie down?” James asked, voice smooth as honey.
“You know I can’t, the report—”
“— can wait ‘til morning.” James interrupted, voice calm but firm. Regulus turned his head to shoot him a look.
“…or an hour or so!” James amended. “Just a little rest, love. You know you need it. Why don’t I read to you for a little bit?”
Regulus huffed, drumming his fingers on James’s arm.
“One chapter.” He told him, giving his husband another stern gaze.
“How about…” James began, and then Regulus yelped, as the man abruptly picked him up.
“…two, because they’re short chapters.” James grinned, and Regulus opened his mouth to protest, but now James’s face was close and Regulus could look into his eyes, and that made it much more difficult to say no.
“Fine.” He caved, rolling his eyes.
“Brilliant.” James beamed, carrying his husband to their bedroom.
In all honesty, the chapters weren’t that short. And Regulus was asleep halfway through the first one. James smiled, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder and turning off the light, letting his love sleep peacefully. He knew Regulus could finish the report in the morning, after a good night’s rest.
103 notes · View notes
gears2gnomes · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
Fever is gone for 2 days now and the nasty coughing which causes all the problems is hard to deal with. It robs my sleeps which makes me very exhausted. I hope the new meds will help and that I can finally be healthy again. Thanks you for all your well wishes. It means a lot <3
25 notes · View notes
heardatmedschool · 1 year
Text
Doctor: What else can trigger a seizure? Think of something you as students are very exposed to...
Student: Cocaine?
Doctor: I was thinking lack of sleep, but that works too.
114 notes · View notes
aintinacage · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Anne Wheeler visits Phillip Carlyle in the hospital | Domestic AU Taking a Nap ( or lack thereof ) | @monthly-challenge
21 notes · View notes
plumspider · 4 months
Text
Not the midnight lesbian or bisexual crisis I need sleep.
31 notes · View notes
flowerkicker · 9 months
Text
Lackadaisy theorizing at 3am
The following paragraphs come from the notes folder in my computer. It was written late at night after I had finished binging every ounce of Lackadaisy content I could find. Starved for content, I obsessively attempted to figure out whatever is happening with the plot, and failed. But hopefully my crackhead thought process is entertaining for anyone out there also interested in the comic as well as offering their own insights...
I believe the same gun Mordecai was given by Atlas (revolver) on the train is given(?) to Mitzi in the flashback referring to “what happened to Atlas” that was only between them. We know it isn’t Mordecai’s gun because he uses only a Colt 1911 (whatever his pistol is called). The flashback is probably a red herring.
We know Atlas and Mitzi’s relationship was on the decline before his death. Atlas’s “habit of picking strays” is described a lot like manipulation, and he is also described as Machiavellian. But Mordecai tells his the gem thief that it wasn’t Mitzi – he could be lying, but what good would that be for a man he plans on killing? Mordecai is called Atlas’s “golden boy” and “little shadow”, context says they were close. Atlas is compared to Leblanc (swamp spirit) as Mordecais’s savior, who is benevolent, saving him from his past and giving him a new future. Sera says that without “him” he is lost again. So why would Mordecai kill or help kill Atlas? He is clearly lost without him, also plain offended when Sera claims he has no problem turning on people. 
I don’t think it was Asa who killed Atlas. His character bio says “…Asa may be remorseful about the fate of his old friend, Atlas, but with looming troubles of hi own, he’s got little time to dwell on it.” Asa and Atlas were known to be sort of friends, and he doesn’t seem actively aggressive towards Mitzi’s attempts at business. Asa may be a gangster, but he’s not exactly the mastermind scheming type. 
So, the Feds are in town. Dom Drogo is very aware of the Marigolds as the top gang, less aware of Lackadaisy as he considers them “the vanquished empire”. He is an overly-friendly and observant fella. Drogo has been meeting with the guy Mordecai interrogates, for seemingly no good reason, as all the information  about the Marigolds is already known, but for some reason they stuck their neck out for it. Asa is trying to clean something up. He is sending Mordecai and the Savoys to tie up and inordinate amount of loose ends having to do with people connected to the Feds. The Feds and Asa are preoccupied with something we currently have no context for. 
“It was a private affair. Or so I thought.” I’m thinking Mordecai and Mitzi know (or at least think they know) what happened to Atlas. They have been keeping it between them, most likely for a good reason. I doubt they had anything directly to do with Atlas’s demise. Mordecai is surprised that Asa Sweet might know something of what happened to Atlas, making him uneasy. There might be more to what happened to Atlas than just what Mordecai and Mitzi are involved in. That something may be tied to what the Feds are investigating, and what Asa is worried about.
On a side note, I’ve thought through any involvement the Savoys might have and I don’t think they have any in the wider conspiracy. I think they just like money and messing with Mordecai. When they broke into his interrogation session all suspicious, I’m assuming that was the aforementioned “jus business” because Mordecai was acting uncharacteristically interested in their hit, or in his own words, “unprofessional’’. 
On a side note regarding the kneecapping incident, I’m guessing that Mordecai was trying to convince Viktor that with Atlas gone he is no longer stuck in gang life and should take the opportunity to retire, and uh shot him, preventing Viktor from being entirely useful muscle as further incentive. So.. he cares?
After all of this I still have no idea what might have happened to Atlas. Or even if his death is that important for what will happen in the comic’s later run. Suicide with foul play? Anyone got any ideas? Most importantly, what is the index of forbidden dressings and condiments?
49 notes · View notes
confused-gremlin · 30 days
Text
WHy does outside quiet is more quiet than inside quiet
17 notes · View notes
nervousloveheart · 5 months
Text
When your anxiety, social anxiety, depression, adhd, autism, past eating disorders, lack of sleep, INFJ straits, and forgetfulness towards taking medication come together and you're just like:
Tumblr media
21 notes · View notes
thatdragondog · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
11 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
Pretty much
125 notes · View notes
magnum-oopsies · 5 months
Text
me: 4 hours of sleep is enough, I'm doing good
also me: is painnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
my keyboard just stopped working but I think this is funnier than what I was typing so Imma keep it that way
10 notes · View notes
delaureyjournal-whump · 7 months
Text
Day 4
Tropes: hallucination | lack of sleep | talk of limb loss |
Tag 'list' : @whumpifi
Taylor wasn't coming back, he was sure of that. It hadn't been too long, but he could feel it.
Day four without sleep.
He'd started to hallucinate. Just small things, at first. Hearing people outside when he knew for a fact they weren't there. Hearing the door open even when he could see it was shut.
After that they'd begun to escalate.
His bunny, his beloved, his comfort. His only friend, the stuffed rabbit, was talking to him. He was almost glad for it. The conversation. Bunny had nothing but kind words and reassurances for him.
His voice was starting to go from a combination of the sobbing and the lack of water, but bunny always seemed to understand exactly what he was saying, even if he didn't.
He didn't know what he'd do without her there.
Even now the camera kept going, recording every moment. At first he was ashamed of his conversations, but he knew he needed them more than he needed anything else. He convinced himself the camera wasn't really on. Surely it would have run out of battery by now. The red light must not really be there.
He'd managed to work out how to position himself to keep his arm the most intact. He still felt the occasional rip as his brain tried to pull him down into sleep, but it always woke him up again straight away, and he was back on his feet.
His shoulder, the other one, burned with exhaustion from taking his weight for so long. His feet cried out for rest, and his wrists *burned* where he was restrained.
He was debating letting himself drop. Letting the arm go, and finally letting himself crumple to the floor, but bunny had convinced him it was a bad idea. The pain would be temporary, sure, but he'd never be able to get that arm back.
He was so devastated when the finger had been taken, he couldn't imagine how he'd feel after this. It felt so far away, but he knew it was so imminent.
13 notes · View notes
noose-lion · 4 months
Text
For the last 8-7 years, give or take, I have done nothing but confuse my various fandom buddies and/or mutuals about what timezone I live in because my sleep schedule simply does not exist.
It doesn't help that I never know what day it is.
8 notes · View notes