I want to put the Voidfish’s song on loop forever and just go to sleep to that. It’s like so fucking soothing. Let me go to sleep to the dope ass etheral sounds of a giant cuthuluesque jellyfish that devours information.
Super quick, super sick shout out to the Ghost in the Shell movie for trying to explain their whitewashing tendencies WITHIN THE MOVIE and using it AS A PLOT DEVICE. That’s really the best way they could’ve handled the situation, and I’m very proud of them for going the extra mile to point out why it is we, all of us, hate the movie and why they, the moneymakers in hollywood, didn’t give a fuck but still wanted to address our concerns.
Personally, I’m very proud to live in this country where these movies and films and decisions are being made about these cultures and characters, and I’ll be playing the full $19.50 to go see that movie in Imax 3D before coming home and promptly shooting myself in the fucking neck. :)
“My God, your endless obsession with Jim Gordon is starting to grow tiresome.” Oswald doesn’t mean to snap it’s just that he’s tired. He’s running on very little sleep but that doesn’t stop him from realizing the hypocrisy of the situation. Hadn’t he been in the very same situation once before? Galavan had been his every waking thought.
“Edward, my… my apologies. It’s been a long few days.” There’s still an edge to his tone but it’s nowhere near as biting as it was. It isn’t Ed’s fault that he hasn’t been sleeping. Maybe letting Hugo Strange go had been a mistake. “What’s he done now? Apart from the obviously irritating continuing to breathe conundrum he’s bestowing upon you now, of course.”
Robert huffed loudly, turning over yet again. He knew he was being annoying, he knew he was doing Aaron’s head in, but the stupid air mattress they were sleeping on was the most uncomfortable thing he’d ever had to suffer, and it felt like he was never going to be able to sleep on it.
Let alone sleep on it for five nights in a row.
They’d come to Ireland, to see Sandra and Liv. Liv had been living with her mum for close to three months now, being there as she got over her injury. She was planning on coming back to Emmerdale before the start of the new school year, but it was only June, and they missed her.
It was an excuse for a holiday for the three of them, Liv delighted to show them around Dublin, Aaron’s little sister used to the city now. The only problem was that Sandra lived in a tiny two bedroom flat, and there was no way they could share Liv’s tiny twin bed, and Sandra was still recovering, so they’d been landed with an air mattress.
“We could have booked a hotel, you know.” Robert grumbled, keeping his voice low so’s not to wake Sandra, or Liv.
“You know Liv would have been well annoyed at that, she wants to spend proper time with us.” Aaron replied, his voice just as hushed. Being away from Emmerdale looked good on Aaron, Robert decided, his husband stress-free and happy to trail around the shops and tourist spots all day long.
“My back is going to be done in before we leave.” Robert sighed, wincing as the mattress squeaked horribly under him.
Aaron hummed his agreement. “We could always try sleep on the couch, might be more comfortable.”
Robert glanced over at the saggy blue couch, the whole middle dipping lower than the rest of it. “I’d be hospitalised if I slept on that,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.
Aaron pressed a kiss to Robert’s clothed shoulder. “If you can’t sleep… we could have sex,” he suggested, a smirk half fixed on his face already.
“On this? We’d wake the bloody dead with the squeaking Aaron!”
Aaron grinned. “Do you think your back can hold up to the floor, old man?”
Robert’s eyes narrowed, shoving Aaron off the air mattress unceremoniously, his husband barely holding in a snort as he landed on the carpeted floor of Sandra’s living room. “Watch who you’re calling old man!”
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I DID, I HAD TO JUST WATCH A LETS PLAY BECAUSE I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO GO TO SLEEP. also that model is so fucking scary, i could honestly give a whole lecture about my phobias of uncanny valley shit in games and ao onis villian is so pants shittingly terrifying
I had SO MANY PEOPLE tell me it didn’t look scare for years I’m so glad I’m not the only one terrified of that thing. Its soulless eyes still haunt the fuck out of me.
I’ve posted about it before, my brain being a goddamn nightmare, and it’s gotten to the point where I can’t even sleep at night because my brain is just “What about this? Would this make an experiment? Let’s think about the physics of black holes!! Let’s find a way to test string theory!! If you add these 18 equations together you can figure out this problem!! The data from lab today! Let’s think about the best way to analyze it to visualize the results!! Let’s learn about tachyons!!! Let’s read every scientific mumbling about Hawking radiation!!” And oh my god I can’t sleep. The only way I can sleep is to somehow inebriate myself with alcohol or nicotine or pot to get my brain to SHUT UP. I’m missing classes because my brain won’t let me go to fucking sleep. I’m up at 4am with my big ass whiteboard deriving black hole physics. I’m sitting on my floor smoking a cigarette with 13 academic papers sprawled out around me trying to connect the dots like a lunatic. I WANT TO SLEEP