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i hear your constantly sleep deprived tim drake. allow me to raise you one sleep deprived BUT prone to napping/passing out tim drake.
after a 72 hour mission, with no sleep, tim finishes up his report at the bat computer, stands up, takes three steps to the left, and curls into a ball on the floor and sleeps right there. Bruce finds him and moves him to somewhere more comfy.
alternatively, when he’s stressed and doesn’t want anyone to bother him, Tim finds the most inconvenient, out of sight place to nap so he can get back to work once he’s done. unfortunately sometimes he gets caught.
Jason: Why is Tim in the tea cabinet?
Dick: He’s tired, leave him be. I think this is the first time he’s slept in like two days.
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Damian: Father, why is Drake currently unconscious in the cave under the medical gurneys?
Bruce: He likes it there.
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i just like the idea that the family just rolls with it and accepts it as one of his many quirks. maybe even young justice gang gets in on it and is like oh yeah that’s tim for ya.
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turtlesandfrogs · 2 months
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I'm taking this free online class from Yale on the Science of Well-Being,
and it's free, so I'm gonna share the extremely short notes about what I'm learning. Why does well-being and happiness matter? Because people have more energy and more capacity to effect change if they are doing well mentally.
And because I think American culture in general is structured in a way that ignores human needs and leads to increased suffering in all sorts of ways.
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rainingbicycles · 1 year
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Me: I should really get back into a healthy sleeping pattern
Also me: Proceeds to open Ao3 instead and read about the same two people falling in love 151738515163 different times until morning
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tightsweatyclothes · 19 days
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At the very least, she is allowed to sleep on the bed tonight. In the morning it will be back to the cage for the rest of the day, and if her master finds even a drop of urine leaked onto the bed, there go her bed privileges for another month, in addition to another few km on the cage floor treadmill. Just before bed, she is forced to drink a whole litre of water, giving her the cruel dilemma of wetting the bed for a single good night's sleep, or holding it in so that she avoids the punishment. In the end she does neither, trying to hold it in all night until a few drops leak onto the pristine sheets, and even then she does not let go, hoping her master will be lenient if she does not stain the sheets too badly, trying to hold her bladder as much as possible as the seconds of the night tick cruelly by, feeling each of the countless trickles of sweat and each gnawing itch in the sticky suit worse than ever. In the morning she is punished with the same severity anyway, her whimpering pleading falling on deaf ears.
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prokopetz · 4 months
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In principle, I know that sleep deprivation aggravates inflammatory conditions, but in practice I'm always genuinely surprised when I get to bed at a reasonable hour and my RSI feels much better the next morning. This may be because I'm stupid.
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ghost-bxrd · 4 months
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Prompt:
Jason, after coming back to Gotham and taking over the criminal underworld— is burnt out.
He’s exhausted, he can’t sleep, he’s pretty sure he broke some ribs somewhere along the two month mark of being the Red Hood and he just wants to go home.
So he does, entering the Cave near deliriously while Batman and Robin are out on patrol, shattering the stupid memorial he comes across while he’s at it, and— huh, well, that actually looks like a pretty comfy spot to take a nap. He’s just gonna— one minute. He just needs one… minute…..
When Bruce and Tim return to the Cave it’s to a dead boy passed out in the shattered remains of the memorial case, wrapped up in the tattered cape Bruce pulled from the rubble in Ethiopia.
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thinkz2do · 2 years
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If I'm going to feel this way for the rest of my live I'd rather not live at all.
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whumpster-dumpster · 6 months
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"What are you doing out of bed? You ought to be catching up on some sleep."
"There will never be enough time to catch up on all the sleep I've lost."
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written-by-jayy · 3 months
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Prompt #4
Masterlist
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Whumpees misinterpreting or taking too literally something caretaker says always gets me, but there's one specific scenario that I don't ever see, but it's been on my mind a lot lately;
Whumpee was kidnapped and has been held in a basement/prison/etc. for quite some time now. Months or maybe even years at this point. They've been severely injured (maybe by torture, failed escape, etc.) and finally they're being rescued. Only, the person rescuing them is a stranger (Caretaker). Not that Whumpee minds, at this point they just can't care. Anything is better than this, anywhere is better than here.
As their bindings are being undone, Whumpee's eyes begin to flutter as a wave of exhaustion comes over them. Caretaker notices this and they lightly tap Whumpee's face, "c'mon, I need you to keep those eyes open for me, alright? Stay awake, you can't go to sleep yet."
Whumpee, to the best of their ability, listens.
Infact, they listen so well that a few days into recovery, Caretaker notices how tired they seem.
"You alright there? You can take a nap if you need."
Whumpee looks at them in surprise as their eyes begin to well up, a slight, grateful smile creeping its way to their face. They begin thanking Caretaker profusely.
Confused, Caretaker questions them on their reaction and as they piece everything together, they ask Whumpee if they've not been sleeping.
"When you came for me, you said I have to stay awake. And I think I was good, I did good right?" They ask, proudly and excited to finally sleep.
Or they feel guilty and admit that they think they passed out a few times but they're so sorry and they didn't mean to, and they'll be good from now on, they promise!
Either way, Caretaker feels a combination of concern and guilt. They hadn't specified when Whumpee would be allowed to sleep, becuase they didn't think they had to.
They apologize to Whumpee and explain that that's not necessary and that it was a misunderstanding and miscommunication.
Idrk where it goes from here, so if you have any ideas, or you want to write something based on this, lmk or tag me! I'd love to hear some ideas!
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arrowheadedbitch · 8 months
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Jason steals a sip of Tim's drink and the immediately spits it out
Jason: What the fuck IS this
Tim: Uh, Monster Energy mixed with some limited and a couple of 5 hour energies and a little something extra
Jason: What's the something extra?
Tim: What are you, a cop?
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justbreakonme · 1 year
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“M-Master?”
Whumpees soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts and into reality, where Whumpee was peeking around the corner to the office.
“Yes? Need something?” He tried to make his voice light, friendly, but noticed all too late the tear tracks down Whumpee’s face.
“May- May I ask for an indulgence, sir?”
“Of course,” he turned fully, now laser focused, a yes already waiting on his lips, “What would you like?”
“If-if you please, may I request a- an hour of-of-“ their voice faltered, tears starting again.
“It’s okay, sweet, it’s okay, you’re not going to be in trouble,” he coaxed, desperate for them to finish their request, “Take a deep breath, and just ask for whatever you like.”
They swallowed, nodding, and tried again.
“Master, may I request 1 hour without punishment?”
“Without- What?”
He had never punished Whumpee, ever. What did they mean?
“I-I know that you have been merciful- you have not punished me yet- I- I am sorry, I should not have asked, I am sorry Master, please forgive me-“
“You’re okay, hey, you’re fine, I just want to know what’s going on, alright?” he soothed, “So, you want a set time, without punishment? But- Whumpee, did something happen? Something that you think deserves to be punished?”
Whumpee frantically shook their head, crying harder now.
“Please, speak. You won’t be in trouble, I just want to understand, okay?”
“I-I know that- that I will fail you. I will always strive to meet your standards, but I know I will fall short and need to be punished,” Whumpee took a deep, shuddering breath, “But I haven’t yet learned all your rules, preferences, and standards… I- I have not been able to sleep for days, Master.”
He could tell that their courage was failing, and he couldn’t imagine how brave they were being to face him now… He was so proud of them…
“Oh…” it all made sense now, “You just want some time where you don’t have to watch your every move, right?”
Whumpee nodded, crying too hard to speak, and now he could see the deep circles under their eyes.
“Of course, sweet, of course…” he wasn’t going to punish Whumpee at all, he’d told them that already, but clearly they had a hard time believing that, “How about this? You go take a nap, and you’ll have no obligations or expectations till tomorrow at 10 am. No punishment, no worries, nothing. Just make sure you eat something, anything, for dinner and drink plenty of water, and get some sleep, okay? That’s all that I ask.”
He watched their face, hoping to have hit all the right notes, and for a sickening moment, they only sobbed harder.
“Th-thank you Master, thank you, yes sir, thank you-“ they managed, bowing deeply, their shoulders slumping in relief like a puppet with its strings cut.
“Okay,” he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, “Good. And thank you for coming to ask me, I’m very proud of you. You did a good job.”
Following the conditioning was also not ideal, but clearly ideal wasn’t an option at the moment.
Whumpee seemed to light up at the praise, a few breathless thank yous escaping but then they were gone, dashing away hopefully in search of food and water before a well deserved night of peaceful sleep.
After all, that was all they were asking for. A night of peace…
He sunk into his chair and let his head rest on the desk for a few minutes, before pulling himself together and writing down every detail of their exchange.
This might be the way to help them.
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frownyalfred · 2 months
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Taking in count that Bruce is a biter...
Do you think when he is like 3.5 days sleep deprived and someone gets close to his grilled cheese he just bites the air near the hand like canines do?
I do think by day 3 ish he radiates a certain kind of energy where you’re never 100% certain what his next move is. Biting? Screaming? Deep, catatonic silence? Rip all his clothes off and sit naked in front of his computer doing cases? Decide he wants to try out a new type of stitch on the wound he popped open doing impromptu tai chi on day 2?
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tightsweatyclothes · 2 months
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At the very least, the corset and puffed sleeves and dress comes off before she is locked into her cage at night, but the frills are still there to remind her that she is a maid, a constant discomfort that she can never take her mind off of. If her owner wishes to stop her from sleeping, there is the spiked belt, with protrusions which do not allow her to lie down or lean back, or a single spiked metal hemisphere locked to the middle of the cage floor, and the cage is so small she cannot avoid bumping into it no matter how she tries to get comfortable. A horizontal bar in the middle of the cage, too, suffices to keep her from finding any comfort, too low for her to lie sideways, pressing against her thighs when she tries to sit up. Each scream of frustration is rewarded automatically by a tightening of her collar for five minutes. The night is endless, and she prays her owner will let her sleep tomorrow night, at least.
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sweeteuphrasia · 2 years
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my toxic trait is wanting to print out every fanfic i’ve ever read of a specific ship and make it into a book.
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emptyrubbishbin · 3 months
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Exhaustion
A whumpee who is so tired they don't have the energy to fight back, beg, obey or react at all.
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A whumpee who is generally so good at hiding their emotions but is so stressed from lack of sleep that they just break down.
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A usually docile whumpee who snaps at their whumper or caretaker because they're irritable due to sleep deprivation.
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A whumpee who reacts slower than usual, their tired brain too muddled to progress quick movements, unable to avoid hits or grabs and left completely at the whumper's mercy because of it.
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A whumpee who is attempting to do something the whumper or caretaker asked but their hands are shaky and they keep falling asleep mid action, so they have to try again and again, only to fail harder each time.
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