#and will likely have to wake up in 4 to 6 hours

[littlecofiegirl]

On the long holidays my Circadian rythm is like FUCK YEAH we're back to the genetically engineered 6 hours of sleep between 4 am and 10am. Yiss!

My body refreshed, my crops watered, my updates downloaded and so on.

End of the holiday...

Circa: Wha- what are you doing? Gettjng up at 6??? Why? What about the genetic hours? Why??? Go to sleep at 10pmHA! Sure okay... i mean its probably an emergency...

Me: Between 10pm and 6 am it's 8 hours! It should be enough! Why am I tired?

Circa: When is this emergency shift over? I cant keep you running on adrenaline. Thats stressfull to all of us.

Me: it'S NOT an emergency!!

Circa: *looks at the genes* based on these notes, it sure looks like it is, but okay we'll try.

Me: sleeps 6-8 hours and is tired all day.

Circa: This is not your normal sleep schedule.

Me: . . . I know, but can you help me out? Can you actually make me fall asleep at 10-11pm and allow me to get up at 6am?

Circa: sure. You just have to take some extra hours of your day, every day, to completely tire all your muscles out into exhaustion.... and some sleepy pills. To make sure your normal brain activity turns off at 10pm. I cant promise not to wake you up at 3 am though... cos you know... *looks at the gene table*.... but lets make a deal if you can sneak in a nap in the middle of the day... somewhere between 12-15pm from 20min to 4 hours then i can keep your brain functions normal. It will make you not tired at 10 pm though... but brain...

Me: . . . : (

[octaneink]

Crescendo

Will Lenney x Fem!Reader

Summary : Will has a new neighbour Warnings : none Notes : I think I will do a part 2 for this fo sho, no ETA for it yet tho...

In the bustling heart of London, nestled between the towering beige buildings and the cobblestone streets, was a peculiar flat. It was peculiar, not in the way you might think. It was a typical London flat, rectangular, aged, with big rectangular windows. It was peculiar because of its inhabitants, a young woman whose days were filled with a rhythm that seemed to resonate through the very walls. Every morning, the thumping bass heavy of reggaetón echoed down the narrow alleyways as she revved up her engine and pulled away from the curb. Her car was a vibrant splash of colour in a sea of monochrome vehicles, the music spilling out like a siren's call to the city's early risers.

And its other inhabitant, Will. He had rarely been home the past few weeks, having to spend time in his office to work with video ideas with the lads, and the last few days he had been outside the country filming for a video. But he was used to the hectic schedule. Will was no stranger to late nights and early mornings, his own schedule dictated by the whims of content creation.

So it was a surprise, on the first night back, — it was not really night. He had landed in the UK at 4 am and had only gone through baggage collection an hour later, managing to get an Uber drop him off outside the flat around 6 am — that he saw a bright yellow Miata roared to life and peeled away, the surrounding air vibrated as it drove past him.

After that first morning, Will noticed the pattern start. Each time the music started, he felt the walls of his flat vibrate slightly, a gentle reminder that the world outside his window was waking up. Or at least his elusive neighbour was.

The pattern was this, at around 6 am, he would hear the muffled heavy base, some mornings he'd pick up words when he was closer to the windows in his front room. Though he didn't understand it one bit. At the time, he made the mental note to ask James if he would know what the words meant. Then in the evening around 5:30 pm he’d hear the beat grow in volume the closer the car got, then silence as they cut the keys, a loud car door slamming, and lastly, the beep to indicate their car locked.

The curiosity grew stronger, Will found himself one day setting his alarm earlier to catch a glimpse of the driver. He'd make a cup of tea, the kind that could be brewed quickly and enjoyed just as fast, so he didn't miss the moment.

He didn't catch them, unfortunately. 

Then one day, the pattern changed. 

He woke as he normally did, made his morning tea, sat on the sofa mindlessly scrolling through TikTok. Something was different today. Looking at the time on his phone, 6:30 am, then outside through the blinds. The little yellow Miata sat parked in its usual spot, instead of the empty parking space that should be at this time of day. 

Will’s brows furrowed, but he had no time to wonder the reason at the moment, so he got ready and left his flat. With his hand on the door knob, he locked the door of his flat. Footsteps came from his left and slowed as it got closer to him, “Mornin’.” a female voice called out. 

Turning, he saw a stranger. She was shorter than him, wearing an oversized hoodie, baggy jeans, and a pair of white Club C 85. Blinking in surprised, he took a deep breath in shock, and smelt coconut. “Good morning.” Will greeted back.

“I’m your new neighbour. I live in the next flat,” she held her hand out and introduced herself. Will smiled and said, “I’m Will.” she smiled back, replying “I’ve been excited to meet people, but I’ve not seen other neighbours in the flat yet, only heard them.” 

She continued to walk towards the exit, Will followed after her, nodding. “Yea, tell me about it. There's some bloke nearby that's been playing loud music out their car every morning and evening.”

They had got to the door by that point, and she opened the door for him, motioning for him to move through first, he nodded his head in thanks and said “Oh really? I can't say I’ve heard it.” 

He shrugged “They must’ve decided they’d have a lie in today.” he looked at the time on his phone and told her “Listen, it was nice to meet you,” he said her name “but I’ve got to head to work. I’ll see you around, love.” 

Will heard her reply as he walked off. Just as he put on his headphones, he heard the noise he’d been hearing every day for the past month that signalled the Miata being unlocked. He whipped around, mouth agog, his eyes widening when he saw the girl he’d just met climb into the car. 

Then the realisation hit him. She was the mysterious neighbour whose music had been invading his mornings and evenings, and he had no idea she'd been living right next to him.

He gulped, and watched her drive off.

What do we think of this part 1?

[aurianashifts]

| How to manifest something through a dream + storytime;

1. DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT

> Obviously, you wanna know what you wanna manifest. An sp, money, an opportunity, etc. You can choose (multiple things too!)

2. SATS/thinking about your desire(s) before sleeping

> Now, what i personally do is just to either visualize or/and affirm for a short amount of time the thing i wanna manifest, or actively dream.

3. SLEEP

well, obv😭do whatever works the best for you to fall asleep. (I also recommend getting more than 6+ hours to sleep to have the opportunity of a longer dream!)

4. MANIFEST W/ THE DREAM

Now, this step is more or less essential depending on which way you wanna manifest w/ a dream. Here are two options i can think of.

1. Get lucid and repeat an affirmation in your dream of the thing you wanna manifest " (when i wake up, im gonna be together with my sp/have x amount of dollars/have clear skin etc.). Repeat it a few times till you wake up.

2. Manage to get a dream that is already related to your manifestation, and the VERY moment you wake up, you repeat, "this dream is (a part) of my reality/is true/ is a memory."

5. PERSONAL STORYTIME + SUCESS

A few months ago, back in Autumn 2024, there was something quite pricey in my area i wanted to buy for a long time. Sadly, i didn't have the money yet, so instead of crying about being broke, i went to bed and visualized a scene in which I was in the store where the item was, everything being on Sale.

In my dream, I managed to get lucid after seeing how off I looked in one of the mirror reflections and said the affirmation, "I have enough money to buy this!" for like 5 times until I woke up.

Mind you, the very next time I walked by the shop, which was less than 24 hours later, I suddenly saw a huge sale in the middle of October with stuff being more than 50% off! When I walked in i also saw my item much more cheap & got it immediately!!

That's all ❗️

Besides that, i also wanted to thank everyone for more than 100+ people following my blog!! It's been almost half a year since I'm on Tumblr, & the majority of the time, i only met great people on here: wishing everyone a great rest of their day/night 🫶🏾

[leeny-leens]

Draft: Untitled | BCJR x f!Reader

One: Viral

Warnings: ED joke on slide 6

ignore timestamps and tweet stats!

When Barty dropped into his bed at four in the morning, he hadn’t anticipated waking up to hundred and thousands of notifications bombarding his phone. So much in fact, it startles him awake from his dreamless sleep. Through bleary eyes he checks the time, decidedly too early for him to be awake and he immediately falls back asleep.

The next time his eyes peel open, it’s a more acceptable waking time, for Barty standards at least. It’s almost two in the afternoon, and the last remnants of the previous night’s alcohol consumption trip are fading away, unlike the dull ache in his back. With a groan, he sits up, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes before blinking at his phone. The screen is lit up constantly, an onslaught of notifications covering his lock screen from various socials, most prominently Twitter.

Trying to open his phone proves to be a battle of wits, the device crashing every few seconds from the sheer amount of notifications arriving. By luck, he manages to swipe it open without throwing it against the wall, and it takes only a few minutes for him to realise what this is about.

His song is going viral.

He is going viral.

His music is gaining traction, rapidly and by the minute.

Of course, like any normal person, the first thing he does upon realising this is text his friends. Hey, everyone needs to have an audience for support, right?

Extra notes:

Barty and Dorcas always text eachother for random advice and opinions

they enable eachother to do random shit

after texting you that Barty threw his phone across the room for the drama

he spent 4 hours scrolling through your socials and he's absolutely in love with your video editing, your art and your general disposition in everything you post and create

AN:

getting the hang of this still, it's a pain BUT WERE GETTING SOMEWHERE OK

Tagging: @vun3r4b13xwrites @theynipulation @justtwotired

[nebuletteart]

augh i know i shouldn’t have responded to a bad addition to a post at nearly 4 am, never trust your brain past 12 goddamnit, but i’m gonna stick to my guns

[songofsaraneth]

i wish i could get normal sleepy like you read about in books where people just slowly get more tired as it gets later and then go to bed and fall asleep. instead i only experience Worse Sleepy, where i get slammed by an utter wave of dizzy exhaustion 3 times a day at random, during which i am capable of falling asleep within 10 minutes, but outside these (which last about 15 min each) i go RIGHT back to being either Awake or Awake But Shaking. and if i try to fall asleep in either of those states instead it takes me over an hour.

[suddencolds]

~

[nickbutnodick]

whoever created public high school schedules deserves to be shot in the head

[britneyshakespeare]

screw whatever else i've said; the most important thing you can do in this lifetime is watch tv

[flying-cat]

ily bakugou katsuki u are the only thing that hasn't pissed me off today

[wisconsindean]

do not look at this i’m just gonna be throwing a fit in the tags and i need to feel like its going somewhere

[zonkutonshorrifyingpeenie]

Merry fucking news years, I'm going to go kill myself

[sunb0ts]

once I inevitably get diagnosed with some form of clinical insomnia in 5 years before they medicate me they're going to refuse me any prescription until allowed a legal warrant into my home to confiscate this drumset and lock it away after 9PM every night like a screen time lock for small youth

[zhooniyaa-waagosh]

How do I politely explain to my boss that she can't keep giving me an evening-night-morning set of shifts with 4-5 hours between each one before I fucking shoot myself during an exhaustion-based mental breakdown?

[begaydodrughailsatan]

I am physically incapable of saying no to anyone! I am the worlds best door mat!! (<- guy who just agreed to work an 11 hour shift today knowing damn well he has school work and laundry he needs to get done)

[lynaferns]

School is draining any small motivation I had for art

or creativity in general

(tw: I got pretty much depressive in the tags but I needed to dump this somewhere and this may not be the best place but is where I feel better talking about my problems or insecurities, so feel free to ignore)