#Sleepy thought

[trackerkitsune]

Had a thonk because of that item description of the turtle neck that says nobody in the Lands Between fucks anymore

I'm now wondering about asexual demigod/oc (or reader) headcanons

[aucoba]

I had a Skype call with my best friend who lives far away since it was his birthday. We talked, watch Lady Bird the movie, talked again and before hanging up he thanked me for being there and I said "well you know I am" or something like that and a dreadful feeling came over me 'cause i' m always there for others. Earlier in the evening I helped a friend 'cause she was panicking and exhausted. We' re not that close but she explained how she didn't know who else she could turn to (kind of). And obviously, she turned to me, 'cause that's who I am, that' s what I am, the one who's always there. The one who's emotionnally available. The one who shows up.

And sometimes I ache 'cause sometimes I wonder "who is always ready to show up for me?"

So when this existential dread came over me, while saying a friendly goodbye to my best friend, one of my platonic soul mates, I got depressed. For a fraction of second. The next moment was me realising, the loneliness I felt, he felt it too. His own loneliness. The loneliness of his apartment, of his bed, of his walls. He was so far away and still we were close. So close but we would never really feel that isolation the other one was struggling with.

[museaway]

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[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa's first impression on Mike in the FNAF movie

[ihopeicanchangethislater05]

no but house feeding his new concoction of a dish to wilson as soon as he wakes up is just so cute to me ft: brown eyed sleepy bobby

[chubby-bug]

i gotta eat myself outta my body, does that make sense

[machveil]

I need some John Price x Sleepy!Reader, forgive me

Price who’s as big as a bear and keeps you trapped against him while you nap. he’ll settle down and lay on the couch, content having you sleeping on his chest. yes, his chest is a nice cushion for you, the right amount of firm and soft. he’s warm, one hand holding yours while the other paws at you, gently rubbing your back. he’ll coo at you if you stir, shushing you quietly before lulling you back to sleep. if Price is your big bear, you’re his cozied up little cub. he’ll make sure to protect you from anything that could ruin your sleep, be it turning his phone on silent or lowering the volume on the tv

Price who buries his face in the crook of your neck, beard gently scratching against your skin. when you’re both tucked in bed Price discards his shirt, preferring a little skin-on-skin contact with you. deep, heavy breaths leaving him as you snuggle up to him. he’ll tangle his legs with yours, a content rumble in his chest. his rough hands make their way to your hips, idly kneading the fat of them as you both drift off - cuddled together beneath the sheets, shielded from the cold. don’t mind his snoring, he’ll make it up to you with tender kisses and murmured apologies if you poke him enough

[stardustloki]

queer is better than lgbt+ because if you're in the + you're an afterthought, an etc., less important and valued to the community than anyone lgbt. queer however, queer works for us all, queer includes everyone

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[maybabybelle]

i just wanna sit in your lap as you finger me and ride your fingers and moan so pretty for you

[aucoba]

"en français, le masculin fait neutre"

OK gars, ba utilise il pour moi alors stp merci supplément mozza pour la 12

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Watched La Grande Maison Tokyo and the urge to continue that 141 Restaurant AU drawing and write something about it came crushing down on me

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF game Vanessa is starting to control Glitchtrap,,

[moo-blogging]

Nothing in my head, but Levi trying PDA for the first time.

It was snowing. The air was chilly, and the wind stung your face as you braced through the cold. Most of the cadets were back home to celebrate Christmas, but a few of you stayed back to stand by (and of course, without a home to go back to).

Nanaba, Miche, Levi and you were tasked to shop for some extra food for the Christmas and Levi's birthday celebration. Although you insisted that Levi should stay back but he came anyway. You were fresh in your relationship with Levi. Only Erwin and Miche were suspecting you were together, but Levi never said anything about it and you hesitated to tell.

After the cashier rang up everything, Nanaba was busy counting the change, you stood by the side of the road, each hand carrying a bag of goods, staring at the bakery's display window. There was a diversity of cakes, breads, tarts and fruit danishes on showcase. The window is slightly fogged up with the warmth of the fresh baked goods, and the sweet aroma of freshly baked danishes seeped through the slit of the door.

There was not enough budget for a cake large enough for all the cadets that stayed back, so it was decided to settle for butter cookies instead. Miche was paying up for the cookies inside the bakery. You could see his silhouette inside by the cashier, making small talks about something.

Just then, you felt a palm slid into yours. You turned to find Levi standing next to you, staring at the bakery's window as well. Your palm in the thin glove could feel the warmth of Levi's skin. You looked down to make sure what you felt was real. And yes, he was holding your hand in public. Levi squeezed your palm and you looked up at him. He was watching you with his head tilted to the side. "Anything you want from here?" He nodded his head toward the bakery.

"N-no, we've got everything." You swallowed nervously. Levi's eyes bore into yours, "not from the list for the brats, anything you want from the bakery?" You felt your cheeks heat up and you averted your gaze from his face toward the bakery.

"I'm fine!" You blurted out too fast. From your side eye, you could see Levi nodded. Before you could react, Levi took the bag from your hand and turned around. Nanaba, who was standing behind you, was stunned by what she just saw. Levi took another bag from you and walked away. You quietly followed behind. Miche exited the bakery and raised his eyebrows at Nanaba.

Nanaba mouthed "I saw them holding hands!" Miche eyes widened in surprise, shrugged and said "you owe my 5 bucks, Nanaba."

[longing-for-the-past-times]

Roommate!Simon who finds you fast asleep on the couch when he comes home after a mission. He gently enters your shared apartment, momentarily freezing when he hears the faint buzz of the TV and occasional small sighs.

Roommate!Simon who can't stop a smile from spreading on his face when he sees the inhumane position you fell asleep in, one leg thrown over the couch, the other partially covered by a blanket and your head hanging down in a position that's guaranteed to give you neck pains for the days to come.

Roommate!Simon who takes off his mask, gloves and tactical gear before gently lifting you in his arms and cradling your sleeping form to his chest, relishing in the rhythmic sound of your heartbeats.

Roommate!Simon whose heart skips a beat when you cuddle up into his chest, murmuring a sleepy welcome with your eyes still closed.

Roommate!Simon who eventually has to place you in your bed and tuck you in, a tender expression on his face as he watches you drift off to sleep in an instant.

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