#also I have insomnia

[thelifeofacactus]

Cause of death: orange heart emoji tweet

[eloeloanna]

I can’t sleep - so here is another tarot reading.

The question of today is: What did John think of Paul?

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Another readings: What Paul thought about John - part 1 here | part 2 here Did McLennon ever happened here What happened between John and Paul in Paris here What John thought of Paul's appeareance here What Paul thought of John's appeareance here John's feelings + In my life + Paris' tea here Paul's feelings + Paris' tea here Was Paul jealous of Stuart? here Was John jealous of Tara? here Was Paul jealous of Cynthia? here Relationship - questions related to that topic here What happened between John and Paul in Keywest here What happened between John and Paul in India here George's pov here MORE here

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This is for entertainment purposes (don’t sue me Paul (or Yoko (or Sean 😂😭)

Is a very general question, but I wanted any information that I could get.

First of all, I want to say that during this reading I felt so awkward 😂. Couldn’t even describe things and got very confused. So that’s the energy.

The answer:

At first, John didn’t think that Paul would last in his group. He didn’t have any expectations 🥲. He also lied to himself and overthought a lot about this. The surprise was that Paul did last and changed everything. Paul was patient, smart, knew what to do about the band and also was a joy. But John again thought that he should use his head because this was too good to be true. He didn’t realise that sometimes things can be just good in life. He thought he could outsmart his own feelings, looking for this happiness in a new beginning. He thought that it could take time but it didn’t. Everything that he was looking for was there for him and he even “planned” and “worked” for this to be perfect. He knew that he was doing a hard decision, but he thought it was better to use his head instead of his heart. He regretted it, but he kept protecting and fighting for his new “project” because he was “right”.

The new beginning was a very depressing moment, he couldn’t stop thinking about his past (you know what I mean 🥲), but didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t see that with a little bit of honesty maybe the things would’ve changed, but he just thought that maybe it wasn’t worth it, that Paul would fight him and leave him again depressed, even that he would “trick him” into something. I don’t think at this point of time he had good feelings. As a reader I feel him so messy 🥲, he just couldn’t stand it. I can’t imagine what actually happened in his head. To fight his thoughts, he just played the arrogant card. He could see what Paul and other people would do and just that. He would want to collaborate, but never thought of doing anything. Instead, he even thought of having that “fun” with other people, so he would be “peaceful”.

At this point of the reading I am with no cards. Even using others from another pile, I can say that the feeling remains the same: even after gaining some confidence in himself, he still wasn’t very sure of Paul’s intentions or feelings. He just knew about what he felt, and that was very scary. He needed reassurance 😭.

I’ll make another one. Paul’s version 😂.

[burntheupholstery]

the trick to early morning gaming (i'm talking 5-6am) is to sleep early. the pros are large: i get the house to myself and I can squee at the boys in peace. the cons are also large: I need to sleep early, which eats into my writing time.

[othernaut]

I cannot imagine any creature in this universe being more powerful than the Night Librarian.

The Night Librarian feels like the natural counterpart to the Park Ranger: someone who sees secret realities, whose task is to filter the impossibilities that drift in from wild places into the little excesses of safety that can be enjoyed by anyone with a full water bottle and an adventurous spirit. The Park Ranger, being a creature of gold-sun and needle-green, would know the wordless secrets of fur and animal teeth, fairy rings and spiral pathways, timeworn ruins and loon-calls in morning mist. The Night Librarian, then, would be a creature of silver-moon and ink-sepia, would know the unspoken colors of reckless imagination, the comfort of an undisturbed armchair in front of clean black windows, the lost words buzzing down and up between the carpet pile and fluorescent hum.

There are word-hungers that only flare to life at 3:23 AM, vampire obsessions distorted by Google to evil ends, but more healthily explored through the action of shaking finger on old paper, ghostlight through microfiche, jerky carbon shorthand in half-forgotten spiral-rings. The Night Librarian can accommodate any moon-eyed thing wandering in between the shafts of streetlight, shod in Crocs and crowned by nameless longing, and interpret their half-chewed mumbling about bird anatomy into right passages, right understanding. Sometimes the seekers are human, homelorn clubgoers shedding glitter on the returns, burning off the night in jittery stories of timeless disco millennia. Sometimes not; sometimes breathless flesh crouches like scattered stickmen beneath the old fantasy, peeling the names of dragons from the fevers where they were born.

Imagine the Night Librarian unfiling a packet of Lady Grey from a shoebox full of tea, humming in hamony with the video game played by a newly fear-free preteen who hooked up a Gamecube in an empty study room. The five drops of spilled bergamot wick into the break room linoleum, refreshing that night's edicts: No cops, no emergencies, no rejection, no refusal. The man sleeping his fourth night on a third floor armchair is beginning to forget the pain of the outside world. The thing that's eating his memories is halfway through the new Jojo manga.

The Night Librarian sits at the front desk, opens a nameless red-bound book, and releases the words to bask in the warm air. All is as it was always meant to be. Sleep and dream, knowledge and wonder are roommates; it was never meant that the doors be locked against the inky night. Someone must keep the keys, the silence.

All Night Libraries

Could be so cool to have all night sensory friendly libraries, with nice warm soft lighting, and cute comfy whimsical furniture, art and plants. Where people could just go and read all night, hang with friends and even sleep there in the available rest spaces like hammocks or a little capsule hotel in the library. Very lunarpunk. Would call mine the Moonlight Library

[suzakus-canon-wife]

2 hours of sleep time to think about my guy again

[egophiliac]

ENG PLAYERS I BESEECH YOU

I have been informed that you guys are getting part 4 of episode 7 tomorrow, which means we are FINALLY going to get the official romanization of Revaan's name, somebody please tell me because I need to know what it is.

like, yes, it's probably just Revan/Levan, but look, I'm sitting here with my finger over the button of all these Laverne and Shirley jokes and just waiting for the opportunity to deploy them --

[isjasz]

[Day 304]

Andddd here begins Grian's long suffering o7

this is a canon event don't blame me blame the game👍

[d3atherection]

I FUCKING LOVE THIS GUY YOU WOULDNT GET IT

[nat-20s]

Martin Blackwood writing extremely mediocre poetry for himself and himself alone in his late 20s is like soooo endearingly cringey but then YOU try writing extremely mediocre poetry for yourself and yourself alone in your late 20s and it's like OH. OH GIRL I GET IT!

[judasgot-it]

i would like to request what hunting dogs would do when their s/o has insomnia, a lot of hugs and kisses please🥰

Sorry for the inactivity, I apologize everytime and I feel horrible about it :,(

I have horrible insomnia right now (I can't sleep well no matter what I try, it's hopeless) so I'm 100% using this to cope a bit. Also sorry about how messy reader is in Tecchou's part, I just love messy crying. I'm so weak for it.

Scenario: They help you fall asleep (Jouno, Tecchou)

Jouno

893 words

Jouno couldn't tell the time.

Whatever time it was, his body didn't care - it was screaming at him to go back to bed, making his bones feel sluggish with their weight.

Unfortunately, his ears kept pestering him, since no matter how quiet you tried to be, he could still hear you in the kitchen. Doing what? Jesus Christ, who knew.

Whatever it was, it was too damn loud.

It felt nearly impossible for Jouno to make his body move, but by some feat, he managed. He found his feet both on the ground, walking towards the bedroom, out the too-long hallway, and into the kitchen to see what in god's name you could think was worth losing sleep over.

By his guess, it was most probably around 2 in the morning. How horrible.

"Hi."

There was a loud clatter as he heard you drop the dishes in the sneak rather unquietly. Also, you screamed, but that was to be expected.

"Oh my god!"

Is there a God at this forsaken time of night?

Jouno sighed as he leaned against the wall, rubbing his eyes out of habit.

"Yeah. I'm right here."

He gave you a moment to collect yourself, your heartbeat still skyrocketing through the roof. He yawned, nearly deafened by the sound of his jaw pulling at his muscles.

"So."

As patient as he could, he waited. There was noise on your end - a clattering of dishes, and he was sure you threw a towel somewhere, but that was of lesser importance.

"So. Jouno."

"Yeah?"

You patted your bare thighs, popping your lips together. Nervous.

"Why are you up?"

You tried to play your words off with a giggle. He knew he probably looked the least bit pleased, but nothing was going to convince him to go easy on you right now.

"Y/n. You know why I'm up. I'm the one asking the questions here, if I recall."

"Oh, right. Because you're 'the greatest hunting dog' and all, right?"

Jouno sighed, covering his eyes. He took a deep breath in, holding it in. It was calming, feeling his lungs slowly fill with air. His head cleared, helping him realize that the headache he had was I'm part due to the tension he was keeping in his body. In that time, he heard your heart beat skyrocket, your breath slowing as you stared.

He tried not to smile as he let go of his breath slowly. If Jouno wasn't exhausted he would have teased you about it.

"'Don't do this to me. It's 2 in the morning, go to bed."

Your laughter was a nice noise to hear. Just not now. God, not now. His body was dragging him to the ground and your laughter was reminding him that he was standing, awake - as if he were in hell.

Your laughter shouldn't be in a place as torturous as this. Like the hell between staying awake and crawling back to bed, because someone thought baking at two in rhe morning was a good idea.

"Sorry princess, but I need to put these brownies in the fridge. I'm trying out this recipe I saw online and I think-"

You didn't get to finish that sentence, as you were instead kidnapped in Jouno's arms. The man didn't care to hear the end of it - he only wanted it to end.

"No." He sighed, pressing his cold nose against your neck. "You're insane, honestly."

He muffled his words into your shirt collar, still restraining you as you struggled against his hold. There was no point, as no matter what way you fought, you couldn't fight against a super-enhanced human - even a tired one.

"This is so ..."

You paused for a bit, looking for the right words. Your brain was tired, although it hadn't registered to you just yet. Your heart still beat fast enough for you to convince yourself that you were awake, even if your eyes and mind were exhausted.

"So ...fun police of you."

The words that came out of your mouth came out sloppy at best, but they got a lame chuckle out of Jouno.

With care, he took you back to the bedroom - dropping you onto the bed like a pile of unfolded laundry. You practically laid there as if you were dead anyway.

"I have no problem arresting and cuffing you to bed if it means sleep is involved."

You giggled, as much as your tired brain could push from your throat. The bed shifted as Jouno dropped himself on the mattress, pulling up the still warm blanket over the two of you.

"What if that meant something else was involved too?"

Jouno groaned, turning back towards you. He could imagine the stupid smile on your face right now.

"Y/n."

"Yeah?"

Jouno took his hand and slowly, carefully, dragged it across your face. He felt as your eyebrows pinched in confusion, and your eyelids fluttered before he finally set his fingertips on your lips.

"Shush."

He felt you nod against his hand, before finally relaxing. Tiredly, he pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair as he slowly pressed his lips against your forehead.

"Goodnight, sleepyhead."

Jouno felt a smile pull on his face at those words. Like an idiot, he let you roam your hands around his body - when really he should have smothered you to death.

Tecchou

739 words

Waking up before you were supposed to was like a coin toss - depending on the mood it's either a great early start, or the worst feeling in the world. Sometimes the body had gotten it's full rest, or it was forced awake by something talked about in horror stories.

Tecchou decided he was indeed not well rested, and that waking up at what could well be 2 in the morning was equivalent to a horror story. Why would he want to wake up to one of the worst sounds a man could hear - his own partner, crying?

Maybe if he was Jouno, but he didn't want to think about that.

He sat up, listening as he tried to decipher what you were doing.

You were rather quiet, trying your hardest to hide your cries behind your blanket (gross, but he appreciated the effort). Opening his eyes, he glanced over to see that you were enraptured by some sort of video on your phone, the blue light illuminating your face (and probably burning your retinas, from Tecchou's guess).

He shuffled closer, trying to peak at the screen while not disturbing you. Whatever you were staring at on your phone had distracted you well enough to not even notice his presence, was slightly concerning to Tecchou - you were very spatially aware.

Shaking your shoulder, he winced when you screamed - right in his ear, with snot blowing right across his face. He elected to not react to it, considering how red your eyes looked.

"Tecchou!"

"Yea. I'm here." He replied while casually wiping off his face with the blanket he was once sleeping peacefully under.

He stared at you, his amber eyes glowing from your phone screen. You looked back, trying to readjust to the sudden change in brightness.

"M'sorry, did I wake you?" You had finally shut off you phone, resting it on your chest - giving yourself a good chance to see his full face.

"Why are you crying, babe?"

His hand roamed around your stomach, softly pulling at the fabric around it. It made you shiver as you felt his legs press against yours, warming you underneath the sheets.

"Oh...um..." You tore your gaze away from his, staring straight at the ceiling. You fidgeted with your phone, trying to stop your trembling lip.

Carefully, Tecchou reached over and wiped away your spilled-over tears, thumbing your cheek as if your skin were made of glass. He pulled you closer, resting your head against his chest, trying to calm you. Adversely, this had the opposite effect, making you start to cry even more onto his naked skin.

There were muffled stupid and sorry between your sobs, although he elected to ignore them for now. Instead, he waited as your body was racked with tears, shaking and holding onto Tecchou as if he were a lifeline.

"Hey, babe?" Calmly rubbing your shoulder, Tecchou waited as you wiped your snot and tears along your sleeve, sniffing as loud as an American bullfrog.

"Can I ask what upset you so much?"

You lightly smacked his shoulder, still hiding yourself within his warmth.

"You already did, ass."

"Right."

He went back to holding you, waiting for your reply. Eventually, when he thought you would have maybe decided to fall back asleep again instead, with the room still cast in pitch-black shadows, you decided to reply -

"I failed my exam."

Silently, Tecchou nodded.

There wasn't anything he could say to make you feel better, at no words that he knew to say. It was easier to simply pull you closer, to make you feel better through his hold than to say anything more.

"It's fine, you should try and sleep. Maybe you'll feel better in the morning."

Carefully, he pulled your phone from your hand, sliding it onto the bedside table, hoping to stop you from looking at your failure once again.

You didn't need to be reminded of it anymore, not when he could distract you right now.

As gently as a man like Tecchou could, he took to scratching at the soft skin at the back of your neck, gently tapping his rough fingernails along your spine. He smiled as felt you begin to relax, breathing out a sigh as his fingertips brushed alongside your bare shoulder blades.

He watched as you relaxed into his form, waiting until you started to breathe slower so he could allow himself to fully fall asleep once again.

Sorry about the months-long break, I didn't mean to abandon Tecchou. Also btw IRLs of mine know about this account so if I start sounding even weirder on here it's because I stopped caring about my employment opportunities

[capnhanbers]

I've been reading joat from ch90 on to get myself back in the headspace (it's working) and maybe it's hormones but the scene in ch123 where sans washes sad naya's hair is making me fr cry

[dangerousdan-dan]

No matter if you play High Chaos or Low Chaos, the one thing that never changes about Corvo Attano is his unwavering love and adoration for Emily.

The player chooses how (if he'll be her sword or her shield, if he'll save her with blood or with mercy) but the fact remains that Emily is his sole motivation and that this rat man is going to protect his daughter with everything he's got to the end.

[derrygirlstrash]

Clare is mischaracterized a lot lowkey because I think people love Clare for being an anxious lesbian so much that they instinctively craft a more palatable version of that trait onto her and it’s a shame because Clare is a fascinating little beastie. She is childhood friends with the likes of Erin and Michelle for a reason after all. She is arguably just as selfish as Erin /affectionate and just as impulsive as Michelle /affectionate it just is formed around the insane molten hot anxiety disorder inside her little lesbian brain. She thinks she’s better than them when in reality she is just as bad.

I’d argue she stays selfish /affectionate longer than Erin does. Until the final two episodes I fully believe Clare would have sold any of them up the river for a corn chip if that corn chip would save her skin. It’s often said that Clare and James hold the single brain cell but I think the truth is likely that Orla holds it and they just forgot to use it or hand it to someone cause they were going ham on a bag of sweets.

If you hate Erin for her selfish traits and just kinda forget that Clare is just as bad then idk what to tell you they’re birds of a feather.

[space-mantis]

why did i never post this? i keep fuckin laughin at it

[senoleaf]

lost metals nation how we feelin'

guess this is how i'll draw fnf lullaby's Silver and Gold from now on