#exhausted meme

[meme-formats]

[kaiju-crimson-storyandask]

“You. Rest. Now.”

Kai’s head had been bobbing for a while now. He was just so tired, and yet he didn’t want to sleep yet. He heard the young psychic, Maddison, and lowered his head to look at her. “{Wha-? Little one, why would I need to rest?}” He asked. There was no hiding the tired look in his crimson eyes, or the faint blue that had started to shine from behind his ribs.

[monkeysunsets]

“Sunny? You. Rest. Now.”

*huffs* “N-no way, dude. I-I’m fine... I-jus’... need some water.... I can keep going, this ain’t nuthin’!”

[haydensineater]

kirablackisback:

Kira grimaces at the sound of their jaw cracking. She thinks for a minute, scratching her shoulder before speaking. Perhaps you should take some sleep medicine. Like Ambien. That’s what my dad does and he has terrible nightmares. Kira was prone to bad dreams herself for the better half of this year until her step-father blessed the house. It was a really old Latin-American tradition and he insisted. Ozy gave in and let him do it. It seemed he could refuse his husband nothing.

Hayden shook their head vigorously. “Have you heard all the things people do on Ambien? Crazy sleepwalking--making full meals, going for walks, doing housework. I heard about a woman who broke her foot somehow--but she was asleep. No idea what she’d done to break it. That scares me just as much as nightmares.” Then they smiled. “Thanks for the suggestion, though. I didn’t mean to...” they shrugged, “so vehemently reject it.”

[funnyfiasco]

Me crawling to bed like a champ.

[aharbingerofmisfortune]

Exhausted Huntsman

caeloservare

@aharbingerofmisfortune sent: “I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.” (from the exhausted meme if its alright, to James from Qrow - aharbingerofmisfortune))

Extremely exhausted starters

"Yes, fifteen breathers sounds about right." He raises an eyebrow, bit amused.

"Do I want to know why are you this tired?"

aharbingerofmisfortune-a

“Eh, I don’t think you’d like my answer.” Qrow smirks glancing back to the counter where his drink sat. “Lets just say somthin fun.”

[redeeming-sun]

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

Exhausted Starters // Accepting

“It is not fine.” Golden eyes narrowed at Alleria. Arator was upset his mother was so exhausted as to be rendered incapable of standing on her own but more upset at his own inability to do anything about it. The Light, normally a powerful weapon readily at his fingertips, was useless for him right now. It felt like a sick joke that he could not heal his own mother of all people.

“Sit down.” Arator commanded, his voice stern but caring and very reminiscent of Turalyon in his youth. If she tried to fight him on this, Alleria would find a hand on her shoulder attempting to keep her sitting down. “You need to rest.”

His mother was strong, she has always been strong, so what was happening that had left her unable to stand on her own two feet? 

“Mom...” Any trace of rigidity in his voice vanished, leaving her with nothing but his golden voice and a few notes of concern. “Has this happened before?” If she continued to cause him to worry then it was highly probable that Alleria was going to find herself hugged.

[redeeming-sun]

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

Exhausted Staters // Accepting

“Three days?” Surely he was joking. “My injuries aren’t that serious.”

Arator protested and, despite what he was told, tried to get out of the bed only to be stopped by two sets of hands. He had anticipated resistance from the Highlord but not from Lothraxion. Arator gave them both the most betrayed look he could muster before laying back in his bed.

Truthfully he knew they weren’t wrong. The last few weeks of his life had been spent on Niskara, being deprived of sleep, tortured for information and then tortured some more for his insolence. This is why the first thing he did after being freed from that place was to go fight a nathrezim. Once the Netherlight Temple was safe, he pledged his life to Anierous and the order and then the Highlord immediately issues his first order for the half-elf and it was three days bed rest. 

When Anierous had first told him and the other captives on Niskara to head to the infirmary, he had been naïve enough to believe it was just a check-up. Only after removing his armor and laying in the bed was he informed of how long he would be staying. Arator felt betrayed but admittedly it was the only way to ensure he listened. Still…

“How about we agree on one day and I take the weekend off?” It sounded good until he remembered the change in time. Three weeks, or at least what felt like three weeks, had passed on Niskara but apparently, less than a week had gone by on Azeroth, so what day was it anyway?