#ahhhh sleepy

[bidamonalbarn]

ty for the tag @surrowndedbylights !!!

nickname: archie, some irls call me aj tho

zodiac sign: aries

height: I have not measured myself in a few years now but I think 162cm?

last thing I googled: joe alwyn birthday (shut up)

amount of sleep: I do not know.. maybe 8?

dream job: I do not dream of labour (yes I do it's english/film teacher)

movie/book that describes me: honeybee by craig silver, it's kind of a funny story by ned vizzini, and (although I'm not finished yet) normal people by sally rooney

favourite song: reasons to live by pale waves, change by louis tomlinson, eyes open by taylor swift

favourite instrument: electric guitar!

favourite aesthetic: not sure!! light academia or 2000s autumn maybe?

favourite author: ned vizzini and probably sally rooney

random fact: I can still do the splits for whatever reason

tagging (no pressure ofc): @alltheliars @milfmas @loveheartslouis @cashmoneylele @hazzasultimatekiwi @losing-my-mind-in-the-mirror and anyone else who wants to!!

hehehe starting another tag gamee

nickname : irl i dont rlly have one?? also dont think i have one here??

zodiac sign : cancer <33

height : 5'6 (168cm maybe??)

last thing I googled: the road toll from where we stayed at the beach to home

amount of sleep: bro like 6 then i was up for a few hours then 2 more

dream job: upper high/uni teacher (specifically english and humanities) but if not idk i just wanna sit in my room with my silly little guys

movie/book that describes me the most: movie would probably be ladybird it makes me so fdahfdhalk

favorite song: atm gibson girl by ethel cain (been listening to her album recently fdhlhfald)

favorite instrument: to listen to, i lovee the sound of orchestral string instruments in pop/modern songs. to play would be drumkit or guitar

favorite aesthetics: omggg so many but i love downtown girl/rockstar girlfriend (even tho i AM the rockstar and the girlfriend ehehe)

favorite author: as of now octavia e. butler

random fun fact: my favourite potato chip flavour is sea salt and balsamic vinegar

npt <3 @zzzzzzzzzee @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @literatureisdying @tellme-o-muse @recklessandyoung @holdmyteaplease @strawberryloveyyy @syzygy-yzygy @svnflowermoon @ineedibuprofen @august-taylors-version @a-portal-to-nowhere @qwerty-keysmash @judeisthedude @wastedonthesebutterflies @skeelly @trying-to-be-cool-abt-it @bookscorpion73 @mandythedino @personifiedgoldenretriever @notatypicalhumanatall @isitoversnowtvs @stopurlosingme @evermore-4-life @evazlana @giveuthemo0n and anyone else that wants to join <33

[heatherfield]

♪ I don’t want you, but I need you. Don’t want to kiss you, but I need to… ♪ The heady notes of the music swirled around them, stoking the ache in Brom’s chest as he and Matilda drifted closer together. In some ways, he still felt like he was walking on thin glass, like he needed to be careful with every step in case he shattered this delicate new thing with Matilda—something that he was desperate not to mess up.

Walk Me Home: A "Headless" Fic, Chapter 14 [ read | watch ] ↳ art by @booigi-boi, commissioned by @ilikecrocssuckit – thank you!!

[unraysunshine]

Sethos' and Cyno's parallels are so good, so similar in their struggles as fragments of Hermanubis, but so different in their ideologies and ways of life. Cyno's entire resolve and already knowing how to rail his destiny, while Sethos is just beginning to understand his stand in the world. Both of them suffered the collateral damage of their predecessors' mistakes and actions, and it shaped them so differently, but in the end, that made them make their decisions to break that cycle and start to build things up again, for the peace and harmony that their respective people need.

[sleepdeprivedlilbean]

Here have some dragon in this trying time *holds gently*

au/designs by @paintedkinzy-88

sorry i fell off guys i was trying to graduate lol

almost didn’t but HEY A WINS A WIN

also did u guys know that i like dragons like have u considered how cool they r???

invest. RN 🫵

[sainz100]

by Henrik Ringnér

[thewordypeach]

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pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: explicit 18+ smut!!!! unprotected p in v, oral (cunnilingus… and anilingus), masturbation, implied dom, no use of y/n. summary: you can't sleep. joel helps out. author's note: so, umm... i never post my writing but lately, i've been wanting to contribute to the happiness of thirsty smut readers. so here it is - my debut. a Joel Miller fic <3 ~*~ also i'm sorry that the summary is so bad, i'm terrible at them. and i'll try to fix up my warnings cos i'm totally new to this but *most definitely, this is an 18+ story*!!! p.s. it is untitled as of right now

In the early days, you used to go scouting with Joel. You thought you were strong. You thought you could handle it; you forced yourself to understand that this was how it needed to be from now on. But seeing the ruin of the country you grew up in was devastating. It tore you to pieces and shattered your already broken heart into nothingness. You spent the following weeks in bed, crying your eyes out, feeling utterly hopeless, and praying for death. 

One morning, after a particularly rough week, you woke up in a different bed. In Joel’s bed. His body slept next to yours, his hand resting on your arm. It was the first time, in a long time, that you felt something other than sadness. You never got an explanation and Joel carried on as if it was normal for him to be waking up next to you. 

At first, the change was subtle. The tiniest things that Joel did, you almost didn’t register them. In your haze of depression, it took you a long time to realize what he was doing. Sometimes he would give you the first and last bite of his meal, sometimes he would touch your hair and sweep it away from your face. He began refusing your company on scouting missions, leaving you by yourself. You hated it but you hated going out there more.

So you would wait. Waiting was the hardest thing to do. You would be an anxious mess, waiting for him to return. You would soon learn that Joel always came back. Always. No matter what, he would come back. And every time he did, you would throw your arms around him and squeeze him oh so tight. Joel was complacent and never complained about the embrace. 

This became a routine for the two of you. He would leave and you would stay. He would come back and you would hug him. And at night, when you were feeling lost, your heart filled with despair, Joel would grab your hand and bring you to bed with him.

For months, nothing transpired beyond this. 

Until one night, you found yourself missing your husband. You were aching for his touch. You thought it was wrong to think of your dead husband in a sexual way, but you also realized that this was the first time, in a long time, that you felt horny. Something you didn’t think was possible anymore. Of course, you were in Joel’s bed and he was already asleep. You were jealous because sleep came so easily to him.

You heaved a sigh and closed your eyes, waiting for Mr. Sandman to bring you a dream. But instead, lewd thoughts flooded your mind and your core ached. You flexed your thighs, repeatedly squeezing them together, desperate for the horniness to stop. You thought, 'Not right now!'

However, the urge in your body was strong. Undeterred. You sucked in a deep breath and opened your eyes to glance over at the man next to you. You listened to his soft, little snores and watched the steady rhythm of his chest. You knew Joel was a light sleeper, so you thought carefully of your options. If you left the bed, you risked waking him up and what would you tell him? That you were going to the other room to rub one out?

The thought of admitting that to Joel made your face flush with embarrassment. However, this thought was quickly replaced with does Joel get horny too? And if so, how does he deal with it? Because he's never really alone. You realized that maybe because of his age, the urge to masturbate stopped and maybe Joel was impotent, and he couldn't get erections anymore -

You stopped.

This was dangerous to think about. You were overstepping a boundary with these dirty thoughts and you could potentially ruin your entire friendship with Joel. Your eyebrows furrowed together - was this friendship? Or was this something more? It was confusing because while Joel was somewhat affectionate, he was equally as cold and distant. The tender moments were few, and far apart. But they were there and you saw Joel trying. You saw the effort he put towards keeping you sane and surely, he must have a reason for it. 

As the minutes ticked by, your thoughts drifted back to your husband, and you couldn't help but compare him to Joel. They had their similarities but in the end, they were totally different. Your husband was a skilled surgeon and Joel was a contractor. Yet, in some ways, Joel's rugged hands reminded you of the precision with which your husband wielded a scalpel.

The comparison didn't last long because a vulgar pornographic fantasy began to unfold inside your mind. Unable to resist, you carefully lowered your hand and dipped your fingers beneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You grazed the wet spot on your panties that had been steadily growing over the last hour. A sharp exhale escaped from your mouth and your eyes snapped over. Joel was still asleep, his chest rising and falling - completely oblivious.

Moving slowly, you pressed your clit through the fabric and slowly rubbed it with delicate precision. You knew your body well and you knew exactly what it was going to take to get you off. The touch felt good. Really good. But you thought it could be better, way better. Without delay, you slipped your fingers into your panties and cupped your fuzzy mound.

Meanwhile, your other hand began kneading your plump breast; your fingers twisting your nipple until it was hard. You closed your eyes and thoughts of your husband ravishing your body took over. Your fingers glided through the slick wetness, vigorously teasing your clit and tight hole until a fire began to burn inside your core.

Slowly but surely, Joel replaced the thoughts of your husband. You pictured Joel's scowling face as he demanded you to cum for him. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you suppressed a moan that was threatening to spill. 

You imagined how frustrated Joel would get with your disobedience and how he would take over: he’d push your fingers aside and demand that you to listen to him before plunging his tongue deep inside your cunt, licking and sucking until you were cumming -

A fiery jolt shot through your stomach and reached out to zap every inch of your body. Your toes curled with delight and a low moan escaped from your lips. The release was intense and quick. The orgasm afterglow kept you in a hazy bliss. Your once tense body relaxed into the mattress and you sighed, trying to remember what you were so worried about when it hit you - you could no longer hear the soft, little snores. With your hand still in your pants, your eyes peeled open and found that Joel was awake, and gazing sleepily at you. 

“Can’t sleep?” Joel rasped out, shifting his body closer to yours. You blushed crimson. You were too embarrassed to answer.

Joel pressed, “Hmm?” 

“Uh, yeah. Something like that…” You murmured, twisting your body so that your back was now facing Joel. You took this opportunity to take your hand out of your pants, wiping the wetness of your sex onto the sheet below you.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Joel inquired as he engulfed you in his arms, bringing your back to rest against his chest. His warm breath touched the nape of your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine. 

Surprised by his affection, you cleared your throat, “I - I,”

Joel wiggled his hips into yours, pressing his stiffening arousal against your ass. You swallowed hard as he continued to nuzzle his face into your neck. He hummed against your soft skin, "You were thinking about me, weren't you?"

“N…no,” You attempted to lie but Joel didn’t appreciate it. Placing his hand on your hip, he pushed your stomach down into the mattress. He swung his leg over yours and straddled you from behind.

Joel brought his chest down to rest against your back and lowered his mouth to your ear, “I’m going to ask once more, were you thinking of me when you came?”

“Y-yes, Joel.” You admitted softly, “I was.” 

“Mmhmm, tell me about it,” He instructed.

Reluctantly, you told him, “I pictured you eating my pussy with that stupid fucking scowl of yours-” A low groan replaced your words because Joel began grinding his cock against your ass. The friction felt amazing.

“Is that it?” He asked, sounding doubtful. “No thoughts of my cock?”

Joel sounded a bit hurt. You thought it was cute. You softly told him, “I didn’t manage to get that far…”

“Oh,” He grumbled and nipped at your ear lobe. It sent your brain into horny overdrive. “Do you usually think of me when you cum?”

You ignored his question and huffed with frustration because your pussy was throbbing for him and if he was going to fuck you, he’d better do it now. You attempted to wiggle out of his grasp but his strength easily overpowered you. You whimpered, “Joel, please -”

You didn’t have to say another word because Joel tugged your pajamas off. You tried to roll over but Joel was quick and he kept you on your stomach. He hiked your hips up and firmly planted your knees on the mattress, displaying them apart for better access. Joel peeled off your panties and pushed his nose into your sex. You hissed in surprise. 

As Joel inhaled your tantalizing scent, his chest unleashed a deep and animalistic moan. His tongue dodged out and licked your pussy, dragging it upwards until it met your puckered asshole. You gasped at the sensation of his swirling tongue against such a taboo body part. He started lapping at your pussy and asshole, savouring the taste. He listened as you moaned and begged, your words coming out as incoherent sentences.

He didn’t stop eating until your pussy was soaked, and weeping with happiness. Joel pulled down his pants and his cock bobbed out, precum leaking from the tip. He grabbed his thick shaft and pressed the head of his cock against your pussy, dragging it between your slick, wet lips. The movement incited feral moans from both of you.

Once he was happy with the thick layer of pussy juice coating his cock, Joel pushed it inside your tight cunt. You whined noisily as you stretched around his girth. You said his name, over and over, until his entire length was inside. Your lungs were gasping for air and your fingers were gripping the sheets below you. Tears of pleasure almost burst forth because it had been so long since your pussy had been this full. 

He stayed still, letting you get used to his size. He started to slowly rock his hips, humming out, “Mmm, bet you didn’t imagine it being this big, huh?”

You shook your head, mewling. You couldn’t form proper words. You were already cock drunk on him and Joel hadn’t even moved yet. At a glacial pace, Joel pulled out, leaving your pussy feeling empty and hollow. He shoved his cock back in. Your pussy swallowed his entire length with such ease that he couldn't help but moan at the sensation. He did this several more times. Each time you cried out as an orgasm built inside you. 

Without warning, Joel pulled away causing you to whimper. But moments later, he was flipping you onto your back. Your eyes flickered down - you couldn’t help it. You desperately wanted to see Joel’s cock. It was big, really big; you thought this size only existed in pornos. Joel saw your eyes widen with surprise at the sight of his gift and he grinned wolfishly as he climbed on top, pinning you down again.

“Do you see something you like?” He teased. His silky voice caught you by surprise and you looked into his eyes. The cold cynicism had been replaced with lusty desire. You wanted to say something but he quickly caught your lips with his, effectively shutting you up. 

As he licked the crevices of your mouth, his arm pushed your legs apart and he sunk his heavy body between them. Joel ran the head of his cock against your slit and with a single thrust, he entered. He moaned into your mouth and you moaned into his. You quickly snaked your arms around his neck, eager to keep him close. 

He pumped in and out, slow at first because he liked the impatience etched upon your face then you gave him this sexy, little pout that sent him into a frenzy. His pace quickened into an unsteady rhythm of hard, shallow thrusts. Your moaning became urgent and your breathing became laboured. Your face twisted with pleasure. Joel could tell that you were close and he would do everything to get you there. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked, chest heaving. You tried to answer but the words were caught in the back of your throat, you could only nod in response. You were deliriously high from the ecstasy of Joel mercilessly fucking you. 

“Cum for me,” Joel ordered. He was trying to get you to cum first. But your delicious moans mixed with the crude sounds of your wet pussy would have him exploding any minute now. He accelerated his thrusts, driving his body into yours, somehow fucking you harder than before. 

“Cum for me,” His voice was raspy but still demanding. Joel slipped his hand between your bodies and tweaked your swollen clit with his fingers. Your pussy clenched around his cock - a sign that you were almost there. 

“Fuckkkk,” You drawled out, breathlessly. Your eyes shuttered close.  The carnality of it all made you wish that this would never end. You wanted Joel to fuck you until the world ended - again. 

“Look at me,” He hissed, “Look at me when you cum,” 

Obediently, you opened your eyes and peered at Joel. His fingers rolled around your clit once more but it was the appearance of his stupid fucking scowl that gave your body the final push, shoving you over the edge. You shuddered as sparks of pleasure set your body on fire.

 “Joel, I’m cumming - m’mm cumming!!!” You called out, gripping his strong arms. But Joel already knew because your eyes had rolled into the back of your head and the walls of your pussy were flexing around his cock, coaxing him to cum. The sensation was enough for him to be raptured and his orgasm quickly trailed after yours.

Locking your legs around his waist, you kept him there as his cock twitched and emptied inside your pussy. Joel dropped his body onto yours and buried his face in the crook of your neck. Both of you were breathing hard, chests rising and falling together as you slowly drifted back down to earth.

You laid there, bodies fitting together like a puzzle piece, for what felt like forever. You were convinced Joel had fallen asleep and as you were about to ask if he was okay, Joel rolled off. He kept his face nuzzled against your neck and snuggled into the side of your body as he draped the forgotten blanket around the two of you. 

Joel kissed your shoulder, softly cooing, “Sweet dreams,”

[skyblueartt]

I’m very very tired and I’m too lazy to color these sketches BUT I wanna share em because I think I’m gettin my William design down 💥💥!!

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

MY FINAL ASSIGNMENT OF JADE'S SHORT COMIC IS FINALLY FINISHED!!

About to post them in a minute 👀🫡

[jellyaibo]

wat do u mean im gna leave germany in a few hours ....... whaaaaat

[sleepis4theweak]

Here have another April wip... of the same piece...... I'm still not content with it lol

The one I like better is here :)

[grapecaseschoices]

OCTober, Day 4; Naveen Joseph (FHR PC)

UNDER-APPRECIATED OC: an oc you feel like you don’t talk about enough, or you haven’t fleshed out as much as you would like

"suddenly you're ripped into being alive. and life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my God you're alive and it's spectacular." —Joseph Campbell

Naveen is the least focused on/talked about from one of my least talked about current fandoms. Don't get me wrong; I really love Fallen Hero. However, I'm not particularly as hard-core as the average FHR fan. They're a at a level of consistent dedication and analysis that I LOVE to see, but I don't really always have in me [also my memory is shit, lol]. So, I always feel odd putting up my blorbos ... especially if it's some time since I've read the series, BUT don't get me twisted, I do love it and them! And my more commonly spoken about get some traction too! It's just this ... BASTARD, lol.

Maybe it's because they're the third. Maybe because I originally didn't play book 1 with them. Maybe it's because their character concept is a bit hard for me in certain ways -- while also being real easy for me in other ways -- so I feel disjointed when I try to grasp or discuss them. I don't know but I feel Naveen gets the short end of the stick.

Some things about Naveen:

Naveen really ain't shit. I mean Naveen IS the shit. They're the richest of my steps and has a clearer, more self-focused goal of the three. They're least likely to be deterred [until .... dun dun dun] of the lot. I think it is because their desire is very straight-forward and doesn't really hinge on the Rangers or their approval [or even disapproval!]. It certainly isn't twisted up in morality, right?

Their desire is freedom. Money and success are avenues to that. Sure they DO love luxury and yes they DO love art [art thief bg what's up!]. However, their goal is freedom from their past, freedom from connections that would weigh them down [bye Ortega!], freedom to be who and what they want to be. I think of my lot Naveen is the one who is most alive -- or most wants to BE alive. They want to live life as and believe they are a Real BoyTM more than they others do.

c/ping this here, the famed want. need. dread. meme: Naveen Joseph (FHR): want: it’s not weakness to love him. he loves you too | need: you’re making it. and you will be free. | dread: there’s no escape.

Freedom also includes the freedom to make the world their oyster ;-D. As Marina stated: "All I ever wanted was the world."

Some villain/hero stuff about Nav: Their villain name is Starling (... nobody's darling). They're a streetwise tactician. Their puppet name is Amelie (and yes that's on purpose!). Their highest trait is their arrogance first and then their ruthlessness.

SOMEHOW! They fell for Daniel. Despite themself! It was good. Until it wasn't.

They/them, nonbinary. Quirky streetwear, fond of the facial piercings.

And that's that!

Oh, and the hands photo is by Elijah Grimm on Unsplash.

[oliversgarden]

Last malevolent thought before I go to bed, what do you thinks going to happen to Oscar after all of this? After his so called purpose walked out on him, after he’d served all he could. I could see him delving further into research of the outer gods and planes and possibly going and stopping them from harming their world. But I could also see him spiraling, whether it be through drinking or just burying himself in his work and ignoring the whole thing. Lots of thoughts, so little words to explain them.

[storms-corner]

a drabble i found while going through my documents :)

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Eve’s small office was uncharacteristically busy today. Phones were ringing, people were running up and down the halls with coffee and papers and books. Another publishing company was in for a meeting and apparently it was a rather big deal between the higher-ups in their little company. Eve was glad to no longer be one of the top dogs at a workplace. In fact, she was perfectly content to sit in her corner of the office with Oksana on her lap.

At first, she had regretted bringing Oksana on such a busy day, but the sound absorbing room divider around her desk seemed to do its job. Oksana sat quietly on her lap, resting back against Eve, fingers toying with a button on Eve’s cardigan. She suckled idly on her pacifier and Eve could tell she was almost asleep.

“You sleepy, honey?” Eve gave Oksana a gentle bounce with her knee. “Sleepy girl, hm?”

Oksana squirmed. “No,” she mumbled. “Working.”

Eve chuckles at this. “You’re working? You’ve written this whole thing?”

Oksana buries her face in Eve’s neck and without even having to look at her, Eve knows she’s giving that shy yet mischievous little smile. Oksana nods. “Yep.”

“What a smart girl,” Eve says. “I should bring you with me every day, then. I’d never have to work another day in my life.”

She tickles Oksana’s tummy and the girl erupts into loud giggles, and Eve really does wish she could bring Oksana to work with her every day.

[webstersdiary]

here it is my first published webgott fic. hope you enjoy :)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

IT'S FLUFFVEMBER

It's time for warm, cozy vibes, lovelies!!

Day 1 - Candlelight

Sky kicked off his steel toed boots as he closed the door to his abode. The air held a chill to it, and he turned off the fans, shivering a hair. Exhaustion pulled at him, making his eyes burn and his head ache. He sniffled a little, worn thin, but he smiled nonetheless, leaning against the door.

His eyes caught something on the counter - it was a gift from Time and Malon that he had gotten for his birthday. It was a simple gift, a scented candle, but it meant the world to the pilot. On a night like tonight, where he decided that for once it was time to just take care of himself and not care about anything, it was the perfect gift.

Sky sifted through his junk drawer for a moment, eyes stinging a little from the bright lights he' turned on. After finding a torch, he lit the candle and dimmed the lights to a cozier setting. The candle burned cheerfully and gently, its flame steadfastly still in its battle against the surrounding darkness. Sky wrapped a blanket around himself and settled heavily on the sofa, letting the warmth settle into his bones. The candle's scent filled the air, smelling of pine and damp grass, of earth and soil and flowers carried in the breeze, of the ranch and Time and his brothers and home.

He wanted to just live in this moment forever. With his eyes closed, Sky let himself float in peace, his heart rate slowing to a steady, calm rate, his muscles relaxing. The silence was deafening and comforting, his mind rattled and whirled until it settled as cricket song from outside slowly made its way through the windows, entwining with the scent of the candle and making a pillow for his weary thoughts to rest upon and settle.

Sometimes living alone could be hard. But sometimes having some time alone was exactly what Sky needed.

[praetorqueenreyna]

Acotar fandom should be GRATEFUL I left my shit stirring days behind me. I used to cause an international incident once a week