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allenhicks · 10 months
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Effects of Sleep Deprivation and How to Fix It?
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Sleep deprivation-a term that describes a state or situation caused by insufficient quantity or quality of sleep taken by an individual. An inadequate amount of sleep or insufficient sleep makes you feel drowsy throughout the day and affects your mental and physical health.
Lack of sleep can be either due to circadian rhythm sleep disorders or involuntary and voluntary sleeplessness it eventually affects you. Short-term effects of sleep deprivation include somatic pain, emotional disorders, and performance deficits.
According to the Centres for disease control and Prevention, a quality sleep of 7 hours is essential for every individual. Occasional interruptions to sleep can be a nuisance and lead to sleep deprivation.
An ongoing lack of sleep affects a person’s productivity and mental health; to know more about the effects of sleep deprivation on your brain, go through the complete article.
Effects of Sleep Deprivation on the Brain
One of the most treacherous effects of sleep deprivation on the brain is that it not only affects cognitive but also emotional issues. This results in conflicting feelings of depression and euphoria.
If you are encountering constant yawning, grogginess while waking up in the morning, and the tendency of dozing off throughout the day, these are relatable sleep deprivation symptoms.
Sleep deprivation symptoms may vary in children and adults like children experiencing irritability, temper tantrums, hyperactive behavior, and reluctance to get off the bed.
Let’s discuss the major effects of sleep deprivation of which you need to be aware:
Hypertension: It is already proven that sleep controls body hormones by regulating stress and the metabolism. A continuity of poor sleep can cause swings in hormone and eventually leads to high blood pressure and another risk for heart disease.
Heart Attack and Stroke: Continuous sleep apnea can affect your heart health too. It affects the amount of oxygen we take during sleep and causes several health issues and heart failure.
Immune system deficiency: A healthy and quality sleep is hypothesized to have a restorative function on the immune system of your body. Severity disorder in sleep accordingly correlates with the decline of cellular immunity that is associated with the alterations in the complex cytokine network.
Depression and Anxiety: Undoubtedly, lack of quality sleep affects your mental health and reduces your productivity. Sleep Apnea also leads to temporary changes in mood and cognition and is also associated with reduced cerebral metabolism.
Psychiatric disorder: Lack of sleep is ultimately linked to a number of unfavorable health consequences under which psychiatric disorders. A long-term sleep deprivation tends to several consequences that eventually led to symptoms like disorientation, hallucinations, and paranoia.
Weight gain and Obesity: Several studies show that an inadequate quantity of sleep leads to obesity. As sleeplessness drop down the leptin level in one’s body triggers hunger and makes you feel less satiated after eating. Poor sleep tends to increase fat storage in the belly area and also higher the mass index of the body with decreased insulin sensitivity.
Decreased fertility: Sleep deprivation produces a commensurate effect on the health of women by reducing their fertility rate. Inadequate sleep in women suppresses melatonin production and excessively activates HPA. This results in failed embryo implantation, amenorrhea, early pregnancy loss, and anovulation.
Faulty Brain function: One of the major effects of sleep deprivation is a fault in brain function. It makes you moody and irritable and impairs the functions of the brain. If the brain is not getting enough rest and sleep, it drastically affects the overall health of an individual and tends to the effects of sleep deprivation in psychology.
Diabetes: Diabetes is one such prolonged condition with no cure, it is treated with medication. Studies show that long-term sleep may disrupt the body’s method of processing glucose. It gradually increases insulin resistance and accelerates blood sugar in the body.
As the condition tends to have a drastic effect on one’s life it is important for us to know how to fix sleep deprivation.  There are a lot of factors that one can consider to fix the concern and get restful sleep of 7-9 hours.
How to Fix Sleep Deprivation?
Indulging some lifestyle changes in daily routine may results in promoting good sleep and eliminate the symptoms of sleep deprivation. After keeping a few things in mind and adopting a healthy lifestyle you can fix the sleep deprivation. These are:
Avoid Caffeine later in the day
Don’t end up your day with alcohol
Do regular physical activity
Make a pleasant sleep environment
Do not take large meals within 2 hours of sleep time.
Create a sleep-wake routine
Avoid using blue light devices before naptime
Try to take a light dinner
Include Sleep boosting supplements in the diet
In order to get restful sleep, practicing these lifestyle changes on a regular basis surely delivers the expected outcomes. However, combining the best sleep-boosting pills can also be an option.
Noocube Sleep Upgrade is one such sleep supplement that enhances the quality of sleep. It’s a melatonin-free supplement that naturally promotes the production of the hormone to improve sleep quality. In order to consider the supplement in your routine, prefer to know Noocube sleep upgrade reviews to know further about its effectiveness and the working mechanism.
Conclusion
The above blog helps you to get to know the far-reaching effects of sleep deprivation, which you have to consider. A healthy sleep not only helps you in keeping fresh throughout the day but also boosts your performance. It also sharpens the memory and selfheal some minor health issues and mental issues like anxiety. 
However, considering changes in daily life activities may improve the overall sleep cycle and help you eliminate the effects of sleep deprivation.
In addition to this, combining pills like Noocube Sleep Upgrade can be the best aid to get rid of the concern naturally. As the supplement comprises only natural supplements it’s completely safe to combine in the diet. Noocube Sleep Upgrade Results are amazing. Upgrade your sleep with the best sleep aid booster.
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solhwellness · 1 year
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Effects of Sleep Deprivation on Mental Health | Solh Wellness
One area of grave concern that hasn't received much attention is the impact that sleep deprivation can have on mental health. But which particular signs of sleep loss exist? What consequences does sleep deprivation have on your mental health? You will learn about the important details from the information on this blog, which will also point you in the direction of any needed professional assistance. You can make a resolution to take better care of yourself in the upcoming year by doing this.
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According to estimates, 33% of people worldwide suffer from sleep deprivation. Lack of sleep can have many harmful effects on mental health.
Effects of Sleep Deprivation
Lack of sleep has adverse affects that can seriously disrupt a person's personal life. The main consequences of not getting enough sleep are listed below.
Brain Fog: Also referred to as confusion or mental haziness, brain fog is a side effect of sleep deprivation. The terms forgetfulness, attention deficit disorder, and mental fatigue are other names for this feeling. Brain fog has many potential causes, including sleep deprivation, stress, medications, and underlying medical conditions.
Alterations in Mood: A lack of sleep can cause mood changes that make a person feel agitated, moody, and impatient. It might also make it harder to control your emotions by raising your stress and anxiety levels. Sleep deprivation has been linked to a rise in rage and aggression, according to research. Lack of sleep affects brain function by making the amygdala, which controls emotional reactions, more reactive.
Behavior Changes: Lack of sleep can lead to an increase in impulsivity, hyperactivity, and emotional outbursts, which can make it difficult to interact with other people. Impulsive behaviour and irritability are both human qualities. When colleagues make errors at work, people frequently lose their cool and leave the room.
Stress: Lack of sleep makes it difficult to manage even relatively minor stressors, and minor inconveniences can become significant sources of annoyance. The stress of getting inadequate sleep can exacerbate the frazzle that everyday events can cause in people.
Psychotic Symptoms: The onset of momentary psychotic symptoms is linked to severe sleep deprivation. According to studies, those who are awake for 24 or 60 hours report both hallucinations and delusions, while those who are awake for 24 hours only report hallucinations and other changes in perception.
Depression: Being sleep deprived increases your risk of developing depression. Anxiety and depressive symptoms are more likely to manifest in people who don't get enough sleep, according to studies.
Immune System Impairment: Lack of sleep significantly lowers immunity, making it more difficult for the body to fend off infections and illnesses.
Anxiety: It seems that there is a connection between anxiety and sleep issues. Sleep deprivation can exacerbate anxiety symptoms, even though those with anxiety disorders typically have more issues with sleep. The cycle might exacerbate problems with anxiety and sleep.
Treatment for Sleep Deprivation
Treatment for sleep deprivation can begin by addressing sleep problems, and psychological symptoms can be lessened as a result. If sleep problems persist, it is imperative to see a doctor. Furthermore, maintaining sound sleeping habits can encourage restful sleep. Better sleep hygiene can be achieved by limiting naps, establishing a regular bedtime routine, abstaining from stimulants like caffeine and alcohol close to bedtime, and turning off electronics an hour before bed. With the aid of a mental health specialist, it is also possible.
Conclusion
The state of one's mental health can suffer greatly from sleep issues. It is imperative that those who are having trouble sleeping seek medical attention because sleep and mental health are intertwined. The benefits of healthy sleep are supported by research, and good sleep hygiene practises can help to reduce some of the negative effects of sleep deprivation on mental health.
Make contact with Solh Wellness if you believe you are having sleep issues and would like a customised treatment. The best mental health solutions at fair prices are what we strive to offer the general public. Consider obtaining the Solh Wellness App if you want to start enhancing your life and sleep.
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lazycranberrydoodles · 9 months
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you’d think after 800 years he’d learn his lesson about taking afternoon naps. / prev comic / follow for more sleepy xie lian
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marvel-lous-guy · 10 months
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Tony: The compound has been quiet recently. It's both unsettling and refreshing
Peter: Its not been quiet, you just haven't left your lab for 76 hours
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incorrect-hs-quotes · 3 months
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ERIDAN: i lovve you…
FEFERI: Swordfis)( slas)( to the c)(est. And you’re on fire.
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post-it-notes7 · 5 months
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huh, so mir falspar wasn't sleeping due to Nightmares? we know he'd already been working himself ragged, but how closely did this latest version of insomnia match up with mir arthur's offer? (if so is it also safe to guess that timing lined up with his latest 'breakup' as well then..?)
Spot on anon, Mir Arthur's offer was about a week old when Mir Falspar finally hit his limit and found himself passing out and waking up in the infirmary (he's still not quite sure how he got there).
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Mir Falspar wasn't necessarily sleeping well before that (the dreams aren't exactly a... new problem) but that was one of the worst bouts he's had in recent times. Mir Dragato thinks he only gets the occasional nightmare, just on the rough nights.
Mir Falspar would rather keep the true extent of it to himself.
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quinn-pop · 3 months
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uhh. i accidentally made another comic. future au strikes back
(pt 1/3)
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a question - 1 2 3
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puppetmaster13u · 8 months
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I just wanted to draw Batgirl Barbara with some Oracle vibes, like an inbetween stage of sorts.
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Au is by @phoenixcatch7 and you need to check them out if you haven't <3
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shittybundaskenyer · 8 months
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✹ ▬ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒
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rating: Explicit pairing: Female Shepard x Garrus Vakarian summary: the Mako breaks down in a snowstorm on Noveria. Shepard is stuck with her turian friend after some things went sideways in one of the research labs. warnings: first time gone wrong (but then so right), sex pollen, so much kissing, just pure smut (what do you want from me??), does doing it in the Mako is considered car sex?, interspecies sex, love confessions, so much fluff, Garrus is too sweet for his own good word count: 3831  
a/n: I had Mass Effect Legendary Edition on my PC for like a year and I'm now cursing myself why I've waited for so long to play the trilogy. The Bioware brainrot took me once more under its influence so I guess I'm going back to my roots. This is almost entirely is pure smut, I guess I can't write anything else nowadays but I'm embracing it now. So have this very rusty, messy love scene I wrote in a frenzy after finishing the trilogy. <33
MASTERLIST   |   ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN
Noveria is cold and white and still beautiful in that strange way only death can be. It became the noose woven around Garrus’ own neck too, when it twirled his fate and Shepard's own together in form of a messy string. 
It only started becoming strange when Shepard started to tear her armor off of her body, but by then all common sense was out, laying dead in the relentless snowstorm. She became feverish, smelling so sweet, like summer, like sun-warmed earth, like arousal that Garrus had realized all too late. They were warned by the dangers of the labs surrounding Peak 15, the tower that was like an old pine ringed by fungi, all the rot and unethical discoveries blooming under the disguise of neat little buildings that twinkled in the darkened landscape—a constellation hiding in a thick cloud of dark matter. 
He knows she was curious. He knows she only wanted to help, but Spirits, it will be the death of her one day, N7 or not, she’s only human. And she’s fragile, a goddamn glass cannon that can blow up the whole universe and crumble from hands that grip her a bit too tight at the same time. 
Liara’s warning came too late, they had to cut to the chase and there was no time to think about the consequences of Shepard's stray shot breaking open the containment cell of an unnaturally lush, succulent little flower in one of the labs. It didn’t set in until they were in the Mako and she steered the dumb tank even more recklessly than she did it stone cold sober. A boulder came, then the half of the mountain too, raining down thick globes of fresh snow until the Mako was good and well stuck. She was sweating by then, skin hot and wet and her eyes wild and Liara offered to get help from one of the nearby labs, leaving Garrus to protect his commander with his life. From what, he didn’t know. There was nothing, only snow and wind and Shepard’s warmth all around them for miles. But time trickled by like water on a glass window after a storm, slow, sluggish, and Shepard couldn’t keep herself in line anymore. 
She pleaded for a caress she always wanted from him and he wanted to give her everything instead. 
(Maybe he loved her all along.)
And now, now Liara is gone and has been gone for hours, and Garrus pushes Shepard into the Mako's seat, his forehead meeting hers, something akin to a kiss only lovers do. Her skin is damp, her hair sticking to her face in messed up crimson ribbons and he tries to trace the constellations under her eye with a blunted talon when blood floods her cheeks, making them twinkle like stars adrift a sea of nebulae. The Mako is dark but not dark enough to hide the fire flickering in her gaze, shielded by a series of curved, dark lashes. Humans and their strange hair—eyebrows and lashes and thousands of fair fuzz that stand up as he moves his hand lover, to the vulnerable skin of her throat, swiping a thumb over her pulse that jumps wildly at the touch. 
"Kiss me," she whispers, barely audible for the translator to pick up, and it almost sounds like music like this, a series of hisses and high notes, so he nuzzles his way closer to hear it once more, now pleading, the sound buzzing in her throat. 
It's beautiful in a way.
"How?" he whispers against the side of her jaw, warm plates against cooler skin, and she puts a hand to his face, five fingers splaying over his colony markings, urging him upwards until her lips can brush over his mouth. It's strange. It's unbelievably soft. Then— wet as her tongue darts out and tries to coax his mouth plates apart. 
He takes the leap and lets her in. Even if he has all the sharp teeth, even if it's wildly different from his own experiences. And Spirits, it feels good. It's tender—even though they started to tear at each other's armor before this, even though he has to clench his fingers into a fist before he scratches her in his hurry. This has to be gentle where nothing in the world is. 
His tongue meets hers, and now he understands why humans like kissing so much. He does now too. Shepard makes a sound as he tastes the inside of her mouth, the blunt edge of her teeth and sucks in a breath when Garrus pulls back to gaze down at her and find her looking dazed. 
"Alright?," he checks, always, afraid of fucking this precious thing up and Shepard has the audacity to smile. Full of teeth and curving lips, a flash of white in the darkness. 
"I'm good," she knocks her forehead against his, nuzzling him, "really good."
Garrus kisses her again as an answer, bolder now, so much braver, and he kisses and kisses her until there's no more left to give, until there's no air in her lungs. Something new shines in her eyes, in the pool of darkness that is her pupils, dilated beyond belief, ringed by a thin strip of wild green, a black hole with a halo. Want. Need. Something more. Something unbelievable. 
Garrus rumbles deep in his chest, a sound so low she can only feel its vibration against her sternum, the crook of her neck where his face finds a home. His subvocals sing so many things at once, a confession she can't understand, not yet. Contentment. Gratefulness. Lust. Love.
(Maybe I love you.)
She drags her hand across his face again, that delicate, soft hand that is only calloused in places where wielding a gun made the skin harder. She touches his fringe, and under it, where plates turn into the most vulnerable patch of hide he has on his body. His voice grows louder, more like a growl than a purr, and she smiles again, so pretty something under his keelbone jumps and bursts and flickers—a star being born. 
"That's—," he starts and he's not proud of the way his voice trembles. "That's one way to give the night a quick start."
Shepard's fingers stop in their movement, but before she could pull away he takes a hold of her forearm and soothes a thumb over the inside of her wrist, guiding her back to that spot. 
"Am I hurting you?" 
"Spirits, no," he flicks a mandible at her, his way of smiling, and Shepard puts her mouth to his jaw as her confidence grows. Garrus can feel the plates at his sheath slowly parting and somehow he's hyperaware of her body trapped against his, her knee brushing his own, warm even through metal and ceramic plates. 
They have to strip down that damn armor, like, right now. 
But Shepard knows this, feels this too, and her hand disappears so she can grab the waist of his pants and tug on it, even though turian armor is not designed in a way that it could make it come off easily. 
"Help me, will you?" she asks against the side of his mandible, face and incredibly soft lips still so close, her eyelashes brushing his jaw as she looks down between them in the dark and Garrus desperately wishes that he could feel that fluttering. Instead, he's stripping. The rest of his undersuit that was hanging by his hips goes lower when he unfastens every little clasp and belt he has around his spurs. 
Shepard licks his mouth. He rumbles again, louder when the thin fabric of protective weave finally pools on the Mako's floor, and he's right up there against her, pressing close, so close, until his keel digs between her breasts and his side is framed by her knees and he kisses her the human way, with so much tongue and want it leaves her breathless. 
"How much time do we have?" he asks against the underside of her ear, finding a soft spot there, one that pulls a whimper from her. 
"Barely any," she hisses and lets him nibble on the curve of her neck. "Gonna make the most of it?"
"Trying to," he smiles, mandibles catching her messy hair, blood red on silver, hands going up to cradle her nape, to get lost in that soft sea of crimson. 
Shepard likes this, likes the feel of his hide on her skin and she wants more, wants no barriers in those minimal, quiet gaps the differences of their bodies create. Negative space filled with heat and some unintelligible emotion, something like summer, something like home. She melds her body to his and Garrus can't help the low resonance his subvocals start to make. 
"Am I hurting you?" she whispers as she lays tiny kisses on his neck, just beside the edge of the plates shielding his spine. "You're trembling."
"No, I just—," his breath hitches as those kisses turn into gentle nips. Right where a bondmark would go. Spirits, he's slipping. She can't know this, she can't— "You just found all the good buttons to push."
He feels her smirk on his hide. He wants to have her mark here, even though the thought terrifies him.
(Maybe I love you.)
"You know I'm good at pushing buttons."
Garrus chuckles but it comes out rasped. He doesn't care. Not when he can feel her body vibrating, shivering as his hands finally roam downwards, onto her sides, her hips, the soft of her belly that is so blessedly bare. 
He slides a talon along the muscles leading down, around the small divot in the middle, lower still where Shepard's already lifting her hips up to let him free her of her undersuit pants. There's still some fabric that remains, covering her most intimate parts but she grabs his hands and makes him grip the fabric of it in a hurry. 
"Pull this down too," she whisper-commands and he obliges, skims the tips of his blunted talons over the jut of her hipbones, a feature all too familiar on a body made of infinite curves. It traps his gaze, the small hills and valleys, freckled here too, and hairy when he gazes lower, a trail of tiny red curls disappearing between lush thighs as he reveals more of her skin. 
The undergarment only gets down one leg, dangles on the other by her knee when he pries apart her thighs, makes himself at home right in the cradle of them. This is all too fast and all too hot, but none of them complains as they meet in another heated kiss. She smells different like this, stronger, sweet and tangy and something else, pure arousal he realizes, and Garrus can't hold himself back any longer, can't will the swollen edges of his sheath to stay closed. 
"Show me how to touch you," he asks, almost pleads, because damn, he can't be selfish with her, not when he trusts her with his life and wants all the happiness the world can offer for her. That too, is a confession he's not ready to make, not for himself and not for her, but Shepard stops him in his thoughts as she puts her hand back right under his fringe, driving him wild. 
"None of that right now," she pants, breathless as his hands go bruising on her hips. "I just want you inside me."
Fuck, this was not the way Garrus thought he would die.
"I don't want to hurt—" she interrupts him with another kiss, then a hand on his stomach, low enough to almost graze the plates on his groin. 
"Please, Garrus," it's a plea. Broken and rasped. Raw, like a fresh wound. Why is she suffering? 
"Don't let me hurt you. I could not live with myself and the consequences."
"You're sweet," she smiles quietly, looking up at him from under the shadow of those long lashes, eyes burning with fire and want and that same thing that eats his heart alive, while it still beats a wild rhythm only for her. 
Garrus touches a hand between her legs, follows the trail of fascinating hair to where it parts in a seam of flesh, soft folds hiding a hot, wet warmth. It's familiar enough, so much more slick and so much smaller, but there's give in the muscle lower, where his finger finally dips inside her. Spirits, that’s—
She angles her hips, and moans, right beside his ear when his finger slips deeper, almost to the last knuckle in one go and damn if that's not something he'll remember for the rest of his life. 
"C'mon," her lips brush the word against his mandible. He puts his forehead to hers and pulls his hand away, moving her instead, three fingers splayed on the jut of a hipbone. 
It takes a little more shuffling, a little more angling and gripping for him to slot himself right at the apex of her thighs, her warmth scorching here, a sun, a red giant star, her wetness smearing on the bare hide of his stomach and then he's holding her firm and letting his sheath finally, blessedly open, his cock sliding out and into her in a slow, perfect motion. 
Shepard doesn't breathe. She can't. Garrus can feel her shuddering against his keel as he keeps filling her, making way for himself inside her even though there's barely any. He never thought she could— that she would have all of him, like this, with her leg cramping up around his hip, with her throat full to bursting with unsaid curses and whimpers. His subvocals scream, his mind fogged by the feeling of her oh so close, so perfect, so beautiful like this, with her hands bruising his neck and her lips open on some silent shout. 
"Fuck, Garrus I—," there's a hitch in her breath, then a fluttering squeeze right on his cock, her muscles clenching up. He's gonna lose his mind just like how he lost control of his voice. 
(I love you.)
“I got you,” he murmurs instead, eyes half-closed, hands still gripping her waist. “I got you sweetheart.”
Shepard squirms, pulls his face right down to her, then lower, into the crook of her neck and a deep urge surfaces in him, an instinct buried deep under centuries of civilized life and culture, yet it was never erased from his genes. He evolved like this, with the want, the need, to bite, to mark something that he wants to forever keep his own. Turians mate for life. If she leaves now, he thinks he will die. Can another soul be ripped from his own? He would gladly lay in a cold grave with her. Would follow her to the end of the universe and back, just so he can protect her. Shield the one that wants to keep the world from crumbling. Travel through all the stars and Mass Relays laying dormant, see all the wild emptiness and beauty of the galaxy and it would still be nothing compared to the way she looks up at him now. 
There’s water collecting at her pinched brows; sweat, he remembers, and he lifts a hand there to swipe it away. Her eyes are wet too, glossy, glinting in the low light like a starry night sky over home.  
“Garrus—” she presses out between her teeth, her face scrunched up in a frown of pain-pleasure he assumes, because she never makes a move to push him away, to halt this perfect joining. He hopes it’s okay. He hopes he’s not fucking this up. Losing her after this would be a killing blow. A heart-shaped bullet hole right on his heart. 
“Just tell me how,” he takes her cheek in his palm, angles her so that he can kiss her. Slowly. Softly. It’s a fleeting thing that ends with her nipping on his mouth, his tongue, just to get his attention. Like his every nerve was not focused on her anyway from the start. 
“Please move,” she murmurs against his mandible, her body squeezing him tight, making him groan. He pulls back a little, testing, careful, always so afraid of hurting her, his tough girl, but Shepard smiles and it’s enough to make him thrust shallowly into her. “Yeah, you feel so good.”
Garrus’ vision whites out for a second as her insides tug him back inside, so warm and so wet that a messy patch is already forming between their bodies, his sheath hitting her folds, the friction blinding, and the sight even more as he looks down, fringe tangled into her hair, and in the darkness he finds himself nestled deep, her cunt stretched around him, glistening in their combined want. 
He moves, spirits, he moves. And his chest rumbles and his hands shake and his mandibles twitch at her cheek and his heart aches so damn hard it makes his breaths get stuck in his lungs like trapped creatures in a bone cage. 
(I love you so damn much.)
She moves with him like a tide, like water rising on an endless black ocean alight with stars, then falling back, and even though he knows she's the most horrible dancer the galaxy has, she follows the steps of this tango by heart. Maybe because it's wanted. Maybe because it's with him. He desperately wishes that it would be true. 
"I won't last long like this," his voice is barely picked up by the translator and he knows this, hopes that she doesn't mind the sounds he makes. They're real. So perfectly clear in their meaning, so sure in expressing something he's not yet ready to say when she can understand. 
(I love you, I love you, I love you.)
She puts a palm to his stomach, just above his sheath, five lithe fingers mapping out the narrow lines of his sides, and damn, it makes his cock twitch, makes him thrust in roughly for the first time. There's a sound of delight. It comes from her, head tipped back and lips smeared with spit and red strands of hair, like fresh blood after a good brawl. 
"Yes," she breathes out, dragging him down to her, clinging to him tightly as he finally moves his hips in a hard, steady rhythm. His knees are gonna kill him later but it doesn’t matter because he’s with her, joined like lovers, like mates.
She takes his hand, leads it over her body, to the divot of her collarbones, her sternum, the dip of her stomach, then the soft of her belly where she makes him press down a little, makes him feel the distinct shape of him moving inside her. That's something entirely new. 
It makes him even more aware of the fact that this small, fragile woman would take up a krogan in a fistfight and come out alive. It makes him lose his mind. It makes some sick, posessive part of him growl and rumble and hold her so tight he's sure her hips are gonna bruise. 
"Shepard," he hisses, one hand gripping the seat behind her to find more leverage, her sounds getting louder, out of breath and high-pitched, his name a silent mantra only muttered with gaping lips. “Show me how to make you come.”
She whimpers, clutches his fingers tighter on her navel. The talons of his other hand tear the Mako’s seat behind her. She drags his palm over the mound of hairy flesh where they join, and he enjoys carding his talons through the curls, then she takes a thick finger and places the pad of it just above where he’s stretching her open with his cock, on a small bundle of swollen flesh that instantly makes her tighten around him. This is something he could never get used to—the tight warmth clinging to him like a second skin under Palaven’s unforgiving sun. He swipes his thumb over it, then draws a slow circle. The tightness becomes almost unbearable. He keens.  
“Damn clever turian,” she hiccups, grinding into his touch, into his unsteady thrusts, her hand gripping his wrist instead, not guiding but trying to steady herself. “I’m so close, Garrus.”
He nuzzles her jaw at that, forehead meeting forehead after, then lips with plates, tongue with tongue. The kiss breaks off in a series of desperate gasps, and Garrus murmurs against her, “let me come with you. Senna, please I—”
“Love you,” she pants into the crook of his neck, teeth grazing him, and then biting in when he pushes his whole length into her, the stretch unbearable, her words ringing in his ears like endless echoes in a hallway made of dark matter and stardust, and he claims her, puncturing her shoulder and filling her cunt, his tie growing, the taste of her blood bursting on his tongue. Sweet. Salty. Iron. Just like her. 
She tightens on him impossibly so, and then there’s a fluttering, her muscles spasming violently in an orgasm that makes her legs shake and her stomach jump. His thumb slowly stops moving on the bundle of flesh she showed him when her short nails dig forcefully into his forearm. 
(I love you, I love you, I love you—)
Subvocals screaming, his whole body trembling, he finally releases her flesh, knocks his nose against hers until her eyes flutter open, dazed and unfocused, brimmed with tears, pupils dilated to infinity. She smiles, blunt teeth flashing white and blue in the low light, and it takes him a few seconds to realize that it’s his own blood on her lips. 
He leans down to lick it off, to embrace her tighter, to feel the taste of her tingle in the back of his throat. She bit him. She marked him for life.
“I love you so damn much, baby.”
It’s out and it’s his own shot right through his heart, a shard of metal carved out just in the shape of her, and Garrus knows that nothing ever will be the same. The marks, the blood, his tie cradled by her fluttering warmth, his heart laying bare out in the snow, thawing in her warmth. 
Turians don’t like the cold, but Shepard scorches and it's just the right way.
“Thank you,” she whispers, weak now, entirely spent, but not influenced by the poison of want anymore. “I know this was… not how a first date should’ve happened but…” she bites the bruised swell of her bottom lip and he smooths a hand over her cheek, brushing away sticky hairs from her face. “Can we… have a next time?”
Garrus flicks out his mandibles in a smile and hugs her tighter, reassuring, eyes full of hope and wonder and her own disheveled reflection, “I want all the next times with you.”
“Good,” her grin tickles his hide, mischievous now. “I’m looking forward to it.”
(I do too. I do, I do, I do.)
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smegmafactory4prez · 1 month
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Does anyone know any vitamins or foods or drugs that improve your QUALITY of sleep? I don't mean stuff that makes you fall asleep or helps you sleep longer, I mean stuff that makes 5 hours of sleep feel like 8 or some shit like that. Obviously I don't mean benzos/alcohol/weed/hypnotics/antipsychotics/melatonin/allery meds etc... For context I think like 90% of mental health issues are caused by chronic sleep deprivation 😂😂😂
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thefanciestflower · 1 year
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Various lil uncolored sketches/doodles of kirby characters I’ve made that I feel like sharinf rn because I like them but am probably not gonna do anything with them lol
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swordsonnet · 5 months
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putting too much faith in the make-believe
Jon/Martin, rated T, 47K words, 8 chapters, complete.
Summary:
When Martin needs a fake boyfriend to bring to his family reunion, Jonathan Sims is the last person he would have expected to volunteer. Will our two unlikely co-conspirators keep up the act long enough to make it through the weekend, learn to confide in each other, and... maybe even develop some real feelings along the way?
at long last, my jonmartin fake dating au is finished! read from the beginning here or read the new chapter here
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lilacthebooklover · 1 month
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Well, 17 again! Maybe smth PV related :O
Thanks for participating in this ask game! Here, have a writing extract
17) From an unfinished WIP
Tagging @ybnavibeswithbats1122 since this is both part of a writing request of theirs and because they requested 17 previously! :D
Pure Vanilla Cookie was having trouble sleeping. It was not an overabundance of energy keeping him from the throes of slumber; quite the opposite, in fact. Exhaustion weighed on both his body and mind more heavily than it had done in a long while, yet something deep within him simply refused to let him rest. Restlessness stirred in his aching joints, a sense of prickling unease burdening his mind persistently. The Beasts had been locked away once more, and Dark Enchantress Cookie had yet to approach the Silver Tree- by all means, the period of planning they were going through just then should have provided the perfect source of respite. And yet, whenever he finally did manage to drift off into oblivion, his dreams were consistently plagued by all the awful memories he had acquired during Shadow Milk's brief escape into the Faerie Kingdom. Pure Vanilla had never been one to shame another for experiencing nightmares: he understood the effect that trauma had on one's psyche, and was hardly going to belittle a cookie for something far beyond their control. Unfortunately for him, however, it appeared that his mind was quite adamant on upholding the image he had created thus far of the unfaltering Hero he had upheld for years. It was up to him to be a light in the current period of darkness they all were facing, a strong pillar of support that the younger cookies could lean on when overwhelmed by the gravity of the task before them. Pure Vanilla didn't dare approach White Lily about his troubles, not when they were already on rocky ground and she had enough to concern herself with as it was. Hollyberry, Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese had yet to arrive from Crispia, and his only other potential confidants were children, so Pure Vanilla thought it best to keep to himself. A few nightmares were hardly the end of the world, after all. He was quite certain that he was overdramatising the matter entirely. What he saw in his dreams could not hurt him, no matter how often it resulted in him jolting awake while the moon still shone above them. Pure Vanilla Cookie was as safe as he could be just then, and he was positive that there was nothing to worry about in the slightest.
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coquelicoq · 9 months
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Natsume: You didn't sleep a wink last night. Why not go and grab a few now? Natori [sparkling]: I'm just fine. It takes more than sleep deprivation to dull my dazzling self, so don't you worry your fussy little head. Natsume [concerned]: Nonsense like that is exactly what someone suffering from sleep deprivation would say! Sensei: Oh really? Has he been sleep-deprived every day of his life?
so i've been watching the natsume dub -
#sensei referring to matoba as the 'pirate-princess-tightrope-walker'????? PLSSSS#sensei to natsume about matoba: your wussy little punches won't do jack#also yes sensei he probably has been sleep-deprived every day of his life. this man is a dumpster fire#thanks to qserasera (thank you qserasera!!!) i've been revisiting the natori and matoba episodes#i had started a rewatch earlier this year but got sidetracked early in season 2 so i'm picking up from there#so to refresh my memory i read through the episode summaries i had written for season 1/early season 2#and got SO EMOTIONAL??? just from reading the summaries? what the fuck???#me earlier today: i can't reread le petit prince right now because my heart can't take it#also me: tra la la let's see what natsume is going to do to pulverize my soul into powder today#natsume's book of friends#natsume yuujinchou#natori shuuichi#my posts#anyway i probably would never have tried the dub except that someone put some clips of english dub matoba on here#and i was OBSESSED with the voice acting???#i'm so glad i decided to try it because so many of the line readings are just delightful#natsume and sensei's bickering especially#i don't love madara's youkai voice. and i like the japanese voice playing touko a lot better than the english voice#but it's nice to be able to listen and like do the dishes at the same time! i love subs but you can't really multitask#i guess since this is the dub i should be calling him master not sensei but i'm too used to sensei#i must say though that i'm really enjoying natsume calling him 'master kitty cat' in full earnestness#i don't speak japanese so i wasn't getting the full effect from 'nyanko-sensei'#i get now why tanuma was so embarrassed
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auragreedia · 8 months
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complexedandfruity · 10 months
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they should invent a me that doesn’t feel gross & awful
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