#sleep performance

[sleeprecoverytech]

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[blorbocedes]

ppl mad at lando for saying he still gets nervous before quali and can't eat all Sunday cause nervy from the pressure, cause this isn't champion mentality cause you won't hear schumacher/hamilton/max saying it, or that he's sympathy baiting in the fastest car... but like. James Hunt would vomit before races. Nico only compulsively ate potatoes on Sunday. it's a nerve wracking sport! why does the champion/winning mentality only have be in 1 form (that is stringently stereotypically masculine)?

[sleepiestoken]

[keep-dreaming-killjoys]

I just want to have this on my blog <33

[bonncy]

"And I'll see you when the wrath comes..." *hic*

[ghostvibesonly]

THERE ARE OTHER WAYS DID NOT GO WHERE I WAS EXPECTING IT TO OH MY GOD /POS

PENELOPE’S THEME AND INSTRUMENT?? ODYSSEUS BEING QUITE LITERALLY BACKED INTO A CORNER AND HAVING SEEMINGLY NO OTHER WAY TO SAVE HIS MEN BUT STILL NOT BEING ABLE TO BRING HIMSELF TO GO THROUGH WITH THE ACT (EVEN THO IT WOULDN’T BE A TRUE ACT OF BETRAYAL BECAUSE THERE’S NO ACTUAL CONSENT ON HIS SIDE AND IT WAS SOMETHING HE WAS ABOUT TO BE COERCED INTO)??? CIRCE BEING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF BEFORE AND BELIEVING THAT “BECOMING THE PUPPETEER” IS THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP HERSELF AND HER NYMPHS SAFE SO SHE OFFERS THIS “ACT OF PASSION” TO STILL HAVE A FORM OF CONTROL, AND THEN SEEING ODYSSEUS IS NOT LIKE THOSE BEFORE BECAUSE HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH PENELOPE (WHO HE HASN’T SEEN IN 12 YEARS) THAT HE REFUSES HER OFFER AND PLEADS BECAUSE IT’S NOT WORTH IT EVEN THO THATS THE ONLY OPTION HE’S BEEN GIVEN??? HIM CALLING HIMSELF A PUPPET MAKING HER REALIZE THAT THIS CYCLE OF ABUSE AND CONTROL ISN’T WORTH IT ONLY TO COME TO A MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING BECAUSE SHE KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE TRULY IN LOVE AND TO BE HURT, SO SHE OFFERS HIM AN ACT OF KINDNESS INSTEAD???

“Maybe showing one act of kindness leads to kinder souls down the road”

[uruhasbubble-tea]

They can sing the words

while I cry into the bassline

[sharkuro]

that tranquil dawn

[fritz-federleicht]

Stage experience/ Vessel x reader

Summary: You just wanted to put a full water bottle under his keyboard during the gig.

Words: 914

You travel a lot with the band. At first it was just because you wanted to be close to your boyfriend Vessel to make sure he's okay while touring. But it quickly became clear that you were the go-to person for everything. You take care of some of their social media, do small tasks during set-up and make sure the guys feel comfortable.

This includes their performances. As always, you stand backstage and watch the stage from the side. Everything goes as planned, the show is perfect. Your boyfriend jumps across the stage like Bambi, fooling around with the others.

However, you notice from your position that his water bottle, which he has placed under the keyboard because of his strained voice recently, is almost empty. Which is not unusual considering the concert is already halfway through.

A low hum escapes you. You grab a full bottle and enter the stage without attracting attention. You sneak past behind II and his drums to Vessel's keyboard. You quickly place the new bottle of water to make your way off the stage unnoticed.

Well, not if Vessel has his way. He's spotted you. Like a predator, he's set his eyes on his prey and approaches you with long, graceful strides.

As you straighten up, you realise that your attempt to sneak on and off the stage unnoticed has failed. Vessel's attention is completely on you.

From the way he approaches you as if you were his everything, you can imagine that he's ready to flirt with you in front of the roaring crowd.

He won't kiss you on stage, you know that for sure. He would never reveal an insight into your relationship to the public. And definitely not a hint about his identity.

Your boyfriend gets closer and closer until he holds out his large hand, dipped in black body paint, for you to take.

You look at him a bit uncertain as you can see past him at the large crowd. He replies with a warm smile only you can see because his back faces the audience and wiggles his slender digits.

Eventually you grab his hand, and a roar fills the venue. Vessel guides your fingers to his lips before gently bending his torso in front of you as if asking for a dance.

A grin creeps onto your lips and before you realise it he's placed his hands on your hips and turned you around in his arms. A surprised noise escapes from your mouth.

You look ahead, into the sea of faces and phones eagerly filming the whole experience. Your breath catches. All eyes are on you and the charming man who looks like a god in his costume. He looms behind you, hovering like an intimidating guardian.

A low growl escapes him next to your ear that is only meant for you to hear. Vessel pulls your back closer to his bare, toned chest and allows his hands to roam gently over your sides. Finally, he snakes his arm around your waist. His free hand finds its way up to your chin. Gently guiding you, he tilts your head back until you rest your head against his broad shoulder.

He looks down at you and starts to sweep the pad of his thumb fondly along the curve of your lower lip. Which causes you to part your lips instinctively.

People scream excitedly in response and you want to turn your head towards them. To look at them. But you can't. Vessel holds your chin firmly yet gently between his fingers. You're trapped in his arms. Almost like before every show, when he won't let you go until the last possible second.

In the corner of your eye, you see III's slim figure and you can literally imagine his big grin under the mask.

Your gaze shifts back to Vessel, who now slowly slides his index finger down your throat. He brings his hands back to their original position on your hips and gives you another gentle squeeze. A silent thank you. Then he pulls away from you with an small smile in your direction and strides with swift, elegant steps to his mic to make sure he doesn't miss his turn.

For a moment, you stand perplexed in front of the keyboard. You watch as your boyfriend reverently holds the mic with one hand while singing and slowly slides his fingers up the microphone stand with the other.

Nobody pays attention to you anymore. Vessel holds the crowd spellbound, has them wrapped around his finger. And this fact alone impresses you. The ease with which he manages to attract the attention of the entire crowd.

The thought of what task you actually wanted to fulfil snaps you out of your thoughts. With a gentle smile on your lips, you head backstage, past II.

Behind the blind, you glance down on yourself. Black body paint sticks to your hands and clothes. And you're sure you've got some on your chin and throat too.

But you're used to it. Vessel's lack of patience would have left stains on you anyway. He just can't help but feel you before he showers the dirt and sweat from the show off his body.

You decide to enjoy the performance further and not to clean yourself now. He'll mark you as his again in his own way anyway.

[prettyboyivy]

me too @ photographer man.

[starleska]

i can't believe how few people are talking about extraordinarily sinister Rolando is!!! 👀💖💖 as an Infestor demon who thrives on psychological torment, every aspect of his body is designed to unsettle: the too-wide smile, the ability to reconstruct his physical form, and the disconnect between the smooth and jerky movements...!!!! gahhhh i just think he's so cool 🙈🙈🙈

[star-lights-up]

the random illustrations i did in as-close-as-i-could-get-to-quentin-blakes-drawing-style for my random matilda Jean grey centric/cherik au idea (this)

click for better quality

[nomiyakazehaya]

actor au, was talking about it with some peeps in a discord server and got to talking about how megs would totally do a complete 180 personality flip between being "in-character" and "out-of-character". absolutely the perfect candidate for gap moe. goes from looking murderous, terrifying and dangerous to the most sweetest, friendliest and gentle person with the clapper cue. gives people mad whiplash with the utter contrast.

i'm like barely coherent because i'm running on no hours of sleep for nearly two days straight so sorry if i'm rambling and not making much sense lmao

[aquareegia]

A while ago, I heard that Vessel has a flip phone. I don't know whether that's actually true, but now I can't stop thinking about it.

[numerousracoons]

He was stabbed FOUR TIMES, Pathologic Classic HD?

He was stabbed FOUR TIMES and was hit in the head and he’s a-okay after a little morphine, a shitty tourniquet and a bandage?

Are you sure Pathologic Classic HD?

Really?

And then he runs and scales a wall?

Are you joking Pathologic Classic HD?

[flawlessflesh]

I've been fixated on medieval beds for a while - massive, beautifully carved beds passed down through generations. The king's bed, only reachable through a series of increasingly private rooms - if you saw that bed, you were favored. And outside of sexual relationships, nobility in the past would share beds with others for warmth, company, or as a show of friendship/political closeness.

Delgal and Thistle shared a bed since childhood, but that habit was disrupted on the nightmare day when King Freinag died AND Delgal got married. Their living arrangements changed - Delgal moved into his father's rooms and Thistle was given his own room as a 'gift' to the new court sorcerer, but after a few weeks of unsettled sleeping apart, they went back to how things had always been.

The queen secretly believed that Delgal might have grown to love her if they hadn't gotten married on the day his father died. But they did get married on that day, and Delgal was never any more than Polite to her. She spent most nights in her own bed, her own rooms, instead of his. Separation was her normal, but it was a shock for Thistle. The rare times that Delgal invited his wife (or the various affair partners he had over the years) into his bed, he'd tell Thistle beforehand to sleep in his own room. Thistle understood that a husband has a duty to his wife and that Delgal had needs besides, so he tried not to feel hurt for being 'kicked out'. He usually failed and would stay up reading - Thistle had trouble sleeping alone, and he'd get nightmares most nights he tried.

It's a twisted mess! Thistle's emotional well-being was tied up in a single person once King Freinag died. He tried and failed to connect with people outside of Delgal. I have this conception of Thistle wanting to be the most important and only person in Delgal's life. In the past, he had enough self-awareness to know this wasn't reasonable, but he still felt it and didn't know how to live with it other than pushing it down. His controlling rage as the dungeon lord feels like all of this bursting out.