#microsleep

[superbeans89]

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[kazifatagar]

Motorcyclist Survives Tanker Crash, Raises Microsleep Concerns

A motorcyclist narrowly escaped death after crashing into a tanker in a chilling incident captured on dashcam, sparking concern on social media about the dangers of microsleep. The footage, uploaded by an Instagram user, shows the motorcyclist swerving off course and colliding with the tanker. Motorcyclist Survives Tanker Crash, Raises Microsleep Concerns The rider and bike were miraculously…

[canisalbus]

Sighthounds are so sleepy by nature it just makes Machete even funnier that poor guy must be absolutely EXHAUSTED beyond regular standards. The greyhounds around him are baffled that he stays up all night working.

[buggbuzz]

tryna learn how to draw him

[nenoname]

seeing discussions on whether bill could trick stan and yeah it is pretty akldhkasjdha to think stan is untrickable when the last regular ep is him getting tricked by darlene (and we know that eda/"marilyn" stole his stuff/almost got his car by tricking him with a vegas marriage)

[everlastiingiimmortals]

the anni event has me thinking a lot about jing yuan's sleeping habits again, mostly in how they're portrayed — largely in the case that he dozes off and experiences frequent microsleeps when bored and understimulated. i wonder if, as a younger man, he'd also developed a habit of napping upright from sleep deprivation, worn out from training, drills, and whatever nonsense he was up to. i can imagine him sleeping leaning against a wall or his glaive propped up against the ground as a support (don't yell at him yingxing—) while stationed at a guard post, or "resting his eyes" while waiting for his companions.

honestly, given how poor sleep habits in youth can have devastating and lasting effect on sleep quality as an adult, i absolutely would not be surprised if sleep deprivation in his earlier years resulted in the consequence of his fatigue today, combined with — of course — his history and work burnout.

i also want to stress once again that jing yuan is not a lazy person by any means. he is incredibly careful and meticulous and spends a lot of his energy thinking and planning and worrying — maintaining that level of stress on a regular basis is incredibly exhausting. what people see as him being lazy — what he lets other people think is him being lazy — is really him constantly conserving his energy for some greater, bigger issue that would demand more of his attention. we see this pattern constantly in the game; why wouldn't he let down his guard and nap where he can in the relative safety of routine?

[fire-on-fuel]

finally watching the mandalorian I feel like I'm being told who won the world cup 2 years after lmao

[mittykidi]

i just- i tripped while laying down. how tf- no srsly how tf did i trip while laying down????

[tenderwatches]

Ch. 20 of Lies We Tell Ourselves is up!

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Chapter 20: Endure, my heart...

Jayce is almost finished packing away the last of Viktor’s books when tiny footsteps shuffle through the open door. “Ah, Jayce, I thought I might catch you here when I received Viktor’s note about no longer needing this space!” The professor’s eyes dart about, taking in the pristine lab and its practically empty state. As Heimerdinger surveys the space, it’s clear he recognises that Viktor has never truly needed the offered laboratory, yet he chooses not to comment. In his wake, the ever-present shadow of his poro (the Porofessor, as he calls it) scuttles past to snuffle at Jayce’s shoes, its little tongue lolling in greeting.

“Oh yes, he just… needed me to pick up the last of his things,” Jayce confirms, gesturing to the box of books at his elbow. Heimerdinger acknowledges this with a nod before moving to scoot out a chair three sizes too big from a nearby workstation. He scrambles up with a small hop and pins Jayce with an assessing stare that sends him straight back to feeling like a fresh-faced academy apprentice.

“Now, my boy, tell me. How is he?” He asks, fluffy eyebrows lifting over wide, empathetic blue eyes. The question catches Jayce unprepared, though perhaps it shouldn’t. News of Viktor’s collapse and hospital stay was bound to circulate among those who keep track of his partner. Jayce looks away, teeth sinking into his lip to stem the threat of worried words. If Viktor hadn’t bothered to tell the professor himself, he would likely disapprove of Jayce sharing too many details.

“It’s… been difficult, Professor. I’m certain Viktor could give you a clearer picture of what he’s facing, but… It’s a serious diagnosis.” His voice trails off lamely. Heimerdinger’s face softens as he studies Jayce, his moustache quivering with a sigh.

“I know, my boy. I’ve heard about the nature of his diagnosis. I’m more curious about how he’s handling it. I’m not so much of an old fool that I’m unaware he has few friends here. You and I might be two of the only people who truly understand how extraordinary that young man is,” he explains. Jayce’s hands curl into tight fists, an increasingly familiar frustration rising in his chest. The thought that one of the city’s brightest minds is dying while so few would even pause to mourn him makes him clench his jaw until it aches.

“Viktor is, as he always is, Professor: impossible to stop. He wants to… accomplish something before that’s no longer possible for him.” His mind drifts to the Hexcore, undulating in their makeshift garden of plants back at their laboratory. If their recent botanical trials succeed, that breakthrough might be within their grasp. Of course, they still need to obtain shimmer, as Viktor suggested, before any of that can come to be. For one mad moment, he considers blurting it all out to the professor, seeking wisdom like in days past. But he swallows the urge. Heimerdinger is a brilliant scientist and a good mentor, but he’s also overly cautious. Jayce has learnt to keep their work close when dealing with those who might interfere.

Heimerdinger’s tiny legs kick out, his shiny boots catching the light as his hands clasp over his rotund belly, thumbs twiddling in contemplation.

“You know, one might say Viktor has already contributed more than most scientists ever dream of in their lifetime. Those Hexgates of yours have changed everything in this city.” Jayce huffs out a bitter half—laugh, the sound catching raw in his throat as he grabs the remaining tomes from the shelves. He stuffs them into the box with enough force to make the worn spines creak in protest.

“Sure, we can see it that way, but the rest of Piltover are quick to forget how much he’s given them.” The words taste of bile and old regrets. Heimerdinger’s boots tap softly against the floor as he hops down, coming to stand at Jayce’s side. Those bright blue eyes peer up, searching Jayce’s face with careful scrutiny.

“What happened to Viktor after you made your complaint was wrong, Jayce; you and I both know it. But you’ve done what you could to correct it,” he offers, but Jayce drags his palm over his face, trying to press back his mounting frustration.

“This… isn’t about that, Professor.” His voice emerges controlled, each word measured despite the tension coiling in every muscle. “It’s not about my guilt, or even the fact that Viktor is dying; at least… that’s not the whole of it.”

His gaze sweeps the laboratory—the glittering windows, the pristine brass instruments. Every Piltover scientist’s dream: a space to focus on their work unhindered. But Jayce sees it now with unclouded eyes. The countertops housing the instruments tower too high for someone like Viktor, who often needs to sit while working. The space sprawls wide, but tables jut out at angles perfect for catching a crutch. Though the lab was granted to Viktor alone, nothing about it suggests he’s welcome at all.

“Did you know that Viktor’s name isn’t on our Hexgate blueprints?” He asks the question without thinking about it first, his untethered energy carrying over and setting him to pace the room. His eyes roam, unwilling to land on Heimerdinger, who still watches him with that penetrating gaze. The cabinets loom three times too large for Heimerdinger as well, Jayce notes. He has personally seen, however, that the professor’s own lab has lower tables and access to step stools and chairs all built precisely for yordle proportions. Who decides, Jayce wonders, who has earned their place enough to have a world that will accommodate them?

(Read the rest on AO3!) (Or start from the beginning!)

[starlit-supposedly]

Holy shit I think I slept for 20 hours straight today💀

I will say my headache finally went away but I have been awake for six hours and I’m callin it a day again💀

[gotyouanyway]

one has to imagine leela narvin and romana

[thesulkycroissant]

Bendis does some really cool work exploring how Clark functions, as in, he really spent some time having Clark comment about eating, sleeping, etc. And I love this type of stuff. I find the fact that Martha says, "You think you don't need to eat, but you do," so interesting. Is this DC's Snickers commercial? "You're not you when you're hungry."

[cupidskissx]

you have eight minutes to write something based off of the prompt ‘ nuh-uh-tuh-tuh-eh-luh-ah. Peenut Butta! ’

(1. Welcome back my love, we’ve missed you ❤️🥰

2. How dare you? 8 minutes… I feel personally attacked and distressed. You know it takes me at least 6 months to write anything!)

~300 words (rushed, flawed and unedited)

Being a polyglot is a blessing and a curse, and for Charles it’s mainly a memory game of who can understand his mother tongue and who can’t.

Sometimes Charles can go days without speaking French if he’s in Maranello, days without speaking Italian if he’s home. Sometimes he can go weeks without speaking English and that’s a risky thing to do, because the consequences can be embarrassing at best or damaging at worst.

The first day back in the paddock after Summer Break is a sport of its own, a not-so-finessed display of linguistic gymnastics. If he was awarded points out of 10, today Charles would be on course to score a three, if lucky. He’s already had to ask multiple reporters to repeat themselves and confused words with similar pronunciations. “Eligible and illegible aren’t the same word, Charles,” Mia whispered after an interview with SkySports.

Now he and a group of drivers are waiting for their briefing to commence. Charles doesn’t regret brining up the topic of dessert until Alex turns the question back on him: “So what about you, what did you have as a final summer break treat?”

“Me? I had, er,” oh no, not again, English slips from his grasp, the words that were on the tip of his tongue dissolve like sugar in boiling water. “It was… crêpes, and you know, that spread…” the vagueness doesn’t do him any favours. “Some people put it on toast,” Charles flicks his eyes to Max. He doesn’t look like he’s the least bit interested in helping.

“Jam?” George asks.

“No, not jam.”

“Biscoff?” Valtteri pipes up from further down the row.

“No, the one that’s like peanut butter, but different.”

“Nutella?” Max supplies, raising the pitch of his voice like it’s a question — like he wasn’t the one who slaved over the pan for Charles last night when neither of them could sleep.

“Oui, crêpes with Nutella and bananas and strawberries.”

“Sounds delicious,” Max adds, his smile pulling into a smirk.

“Yes, yes, compliments to the chef,” Charles rolls his eyes and if anyone else notices fondness in his tone they don’t comment.

[matthewsmania]

I’m the OG! 😤😤 I won’t let them take you away from me wife..

-💰

giggles

[teal-deer]

Having mono on top of idiopathic hypersomnia is so fucking stupid. I was already Tired because my brain forgot how to turn off Tired and now I have Get More Tired disease.

Worst part is that with IH I know when and how to muscle through it so I can pretend to be Normal. Doing that with mono has been. Not successful. They make kids go to school with this shit? They get on kids cases for falling asleep with this shit?

Flip side:

People: OMG I hated it SO MUCH I was SO TIRED

Me: ... I didn't even notice because I'm always So Tired. Doc only had me tested bc I had a headache that lasted a week & she was going to rule it out before sending me for a CT scan.

Maybe from now on I can just be like "my hypersomnia is like I have mono all the time forever."

[nenoname]

Fridge Horror about The Book of Bill. Ford tried desperately to stay awake so that Bill couldn't puppet his sleeping body. But Bill wrenched his consciousness somewhere anyway and wreaked havoc on his mind and nerves. All of Ford's attempts for control, his pain and terror, his insomnia, and to be shown it was always meaningless (or so he believed)-

That'd have added to his mental breakdown on top of everything else.

personally i think bill being able to take control when ford is awake is too overpowered and kinda leads to plotholes-- however!!! we know that he can take over + appear to his targets during microsleeps and is good at convincing his victims that they're awake while he's actually manipulating their dreams (sock opera is an excellent example of this with bill tricking dipper with the fake laptop timer the moment he dozed off and then dragging him into a deeper sleep)

so him being able to convince ford that he can take control at any moment, and that ford is stuck being unable to determine whats reality and a hallucination is a horror angle that i enjoy more