#fuck i'm tired

[limenitesworld]

ʚ🩷ɞ I do what I please. Woo ! ʚ🩷ɞ

[nectardaddy]

god today was so long.... calling everyone's parents before the first day, making an ass load of copies AND THEN THE COPIER BROKE, last minute things like labeling and numbering things

god today killed me I didn't leave until an hour after my contract hours (which I never do btw but I was determined to get everything done so I don't have to tomorrow)

[hachama]

That's a wrap for the summer semester. 170/200 on the final exam.

As long as I get an 80% or better on the last homework assignment, that's another A-

Just 3 or 4 more semesters to go.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Went on twitter for five minutes, and I'm seeing people I've followed for years posting Houthi statements about how Israel is evil for attacking them.

Like, literal Nazis saying Israel is bad, and people are siding with the Nazis.

I'm so fucking tired.

One goddamn ounce of common sense. One goddamn second to think about who is speaking. Literally all I am asking.

The Houthis either killed or ran every Jew EXCEPT one out of Yemen, and people are just retweeting them like they're a reliable source. I shouldn't be surprised. It's exactly the same lack of critical thinking that makes people take everything coming out of Palestine (all of it filtered through Hamas) at face value rather than thinking "Hey, maybe the long-standing terrorist group who has used Palestinians as human shields for decades and built military installations next to hospitals to twist the narrative is the fucking problem."

[hussyknee]

"Actually the USSR and PRC were much better for everybody!" I'm going to come to your house with a hammer and make you eat it.

[nicistrying]

Mon 19th Feb

Slept fucking terribly last night, was awake all night with awful heartburn. Finally started falling asleep at 5am and my alarm went off at 5.45 🙃

Just about made it through work, then treated myself to new nails 💅 went to a new salon and they did such a good job for literally about half the price of the other place I was going to

[kingkat12]

my literal face while editing my works

why does it take so LONG??

[e-regcanswim]

never in my life have i woken fully rested and completely untired

[wtf-skittens]

Welp, NaNo done for the year, with a total of 59,082 words.

Only 39,621 of that is actual story though. The rest is either outline stuff, or notes, or stuff that got cut/scrapped. And the story itself is only about a third done, so I guess the rest is gonna be my Camp NaNo project for April and July.

[blushblushdrabbles]

running on 4 hours of sleep, i wish i could crawl into bed with Logan and nap

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Just Blocked A Porn Bot And The Only Thought In My Head Was "Be Gone Thot-Bot!"

[jupiter235]

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[nectardaddy]

uploads will be slow for all of my series' from here on out. I got a lot going on at school and I come home DEAD

[urbandeity]

*crawls out of the pits of hell to slap down the next chapter of stay beneath him before the rocks give way and i fall back into the throes of work and classes*

[axelfrosteffect]

alright y'all, i got some super secret intel on the new #Destiny2 #Lightfall raid. its called "Vow of the Deep Nap". to get prepped, i suggest nap scrims, making sure you've got your best pajama gear (definitely snag that artifice nap set), and make sure to snooze that alarm.

[overlyimmersed]

World of Ocean and Sky

(AN: This takes place when Rowan and Tilly are around 8) "Momma?" comes his sister's voice, breaking through the peace he was trying to grasp. "Why do we have to sleep so much? I don't think anyone else does…" "You're different from everyone else. Rest is important when you're growing." Her mom answers, this is not the first time they've been through this. "I'm not tired though." "You might be more tired then you think. If you settle down, you might find it easy to get into the Realm of Dreams." The Realm of Dreams. Rowan's eyes open just a little at the mention. He's not sure Tilly really knows what the means, but he does. At least he thinks he does.

"Hey!" Rowan cries as he's hit in the side of the head by a floppy plush rabbit. His sister giggles and reels back for another hit.

"Tilly…" comes a warning tone from behind her, making the pink haired girl halt and both children look to the doorway where their mother is hovering, one hand holding the willow branches that curtain the entrance and the other on her hip. Despite the warning, she's wearing an amused expression.

Tilly quickly huggs the toy to her chest and smiles, trying to feign innocence. Her mother simply chuckles and flits forward to the side of the bed the twins are sharing. "Come on now," she says.

Tilly nestles down into her pillow and Maranwe pulls the blanket up to tuck her in. She kisses Tilly's forehead before moving to the other side of the bed to do the same for Rowan.

He smiles at his mother's affection before closing his eyes and nuzzling into his own plushie, happy to welcome sleep's embrace.

"Momma?" comes his sister's voice, breaking through the peace he was trying to grasp. "Why do we have to sleep so much? I don't think anyone else does…"

"You're different from everyone else. Rest is important when you're growing." Her mom answers, this is not the first time they've been through this.

"I'm not tired though."

"You might be more tired then you think. If you settle down, you might find it easy to get into the Realm of Dreams."

The Realm of Dreams. Rowan's eyes open just a little at the mention. He's not sure Tilly really knows what the means, but he does. At least he thinks he does.

"I never even remember my dreams…" Tilly mutters with a pout.

"Just go to sleep…" Rowan grumbles over her shoulder. Tilly turns her head to meet her twin's eye and they share a half-hearted glare.

"Enough." their mother insists, ruffling each of their hair and giving a gentle smile, "Sleep".

The twins each turn so their backs are to each other and close their eyes. Maranwe waves her hand to dismiss the magic star that's been lighting the room, and with a last "sleep well, I love you," leaves her children to their rest.

~*~

For what seems like a long while, everything is dark and quiet and warm. The blissful abyss of sleep. But eventually awareness start to fade into Rowan's attention, and he slowly opens his eyes. He's met with and unexpected sight, rather than the vague familiar shapes of his dark bedroom, he sees…a horizon? The sky is as blue as he's ever seen, spotted with puffy clouds in seemingly just the right places. The ground is like a mirror, so reflective that it's hard to tell where the sky ends and the ground starts. That's all he can see though, the sky and it's reflection.

Carefully, he moves to get up, and the ground ripples under him like the surface of a placid lake. "It's…water…?" he asks, voice just above a whisper.

"That's right." a voice states simply behind him.

Rowan jumps and gives a squeaky yelp, wheeling around only to find the other person laughing. The 8-year-old scowls and draws a breath to speak, but halts as he starts to notice how the other person looks. He -Rowan assumes it's a he since they're not wearing a shirt- has long red hair, as long as his mom's, maybe longer, and he's definitely a fairy. He has really big black and rainbow wings, the shifting colors are distractingly pretty. He's seen this person before, sort of. There's a statue in the Fairy King's Forest of him, the wings are made to crystal to give them the rainbow effect, his mom always comments how hard it was to get them just right.

"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to startle you." the other fairy says, in a calm, kinda slowish voice. Honestly he sounds a little drowsy, or maybe just relaxed?

"Are you… Gloxinia? The first fairy king?" Rowan asks carefully.

"That's right." he flits closer, stopping a few feet from Rowan and hovering an inch or two above the water, "And you're the first full-blooded fairy to be born from a mother."

"Uh, yeah. Me and my sister Tilly, I'm Rowan." He stares up at the other fairy, rather awed to be seeing the first Fairy King with his own eyes. Speaking of eyes, now that he's closer Rowan can see Gloxinia's. The statue has it's eyes closed, that's the way his mom makes art of dead people no matter what the rest of the pose is like. This Fairy King's eyes are the same shade of warm amber as King Harlequin's. Having been taught to look for Destiny's symbols around him, he can't help wondering if that means something.

"Nice to meet you, Rowan."

Gloxinia's voice shakes the boy from his mental tangent and he gives his head a clearing shake. Rowan places his hand to his chest and bows. It was meant to be respectful, but the gesture had all the over-practiced mechanism of a child still getting the hang of his manners. "You too. What is this place?"

"This? This is the place where death and sleep meet."

Rowan blinks at the simple answer, "What?! Wait. Does that- Am I-?" Rowan draws a sharp breath through his teeth and returns his hand to his chest, searching for his own heartbeat. "I thought I was dreaming!"

"Hey, take it easy," Gloxinia hovers forward a little more, so he can place his hand on top of Rowan's head. The younger fairy looks up at him, barely withheld panic in his yellow eyes. Gloxinia continues, "You are dreaming. As I said, this is where death and sleep meet. The two can be pretty similar, so there's a kind of buffer zone between the Land of the Dead and the Realm of Dreams. That's where we are right now."

"Oh," Rowan sniffles a little and wipes his eyes of unshed tears, "So, why am I here then?"

"That I don't know. People don't come here very often. Humans and giants sometimes wind up here when they have fevers, but I've never seen a living fairy here. Though I guess I haven't been dead all that long…"

Rowan fold his arms over his chest and frowns. "Well…I donno. Magic maybe?"

"Hm? What kind of magic?"

"I donno, mine? I don't know what my magic's suppose to do. Tilly can borrow people's powers, kinda like dad, I just see other people's dreams though."

"You see their dreams?"

"Yeah, it kinda just started. My mom has a lot of nightmares and one time when I was sleeping I… Um, well I don't really know how to describe it. I was in my dream place, and then I heard my mom's voice so I followed it and then it was just black for a little bit and then it was like…a doorway? Kinda? And I could see through and it was mom and dad and a bunch of other fairies, but they were blurry, and a lot of blood and it kinda looked like everything was on fire? Maybe? Or the sky was on fire? Or the sky was fire? Momma's dreams don't always make a lot of sense but it was obviously bad. And I was scared cuz it looked really bad so I went to see momma in her room and she was telling dad about the same thing so… And it's happened a few other times since then with other people too."

Gloxinia waits, listening as Rowan rambles out his story, getting faster and more animated as he goes. At the end he just stops and returns to his more idle state, looking up at Gloxinia almost expectantly. "I see," the older fairy pauses, considering the information. "Have you ever tried to interact with someone else's dream? Talk to them or touch something?"

"Oh, no. I just watch from the doorway thingy."

"Well why don't you try that next time? There has to be more to it then just watching."

Rowan considers the idea, a look of concentration cross his young face, but broken as numbness suddenly starts to creep up his limbs and the edges of his vision start to fade into black. "What's happening?!"

"Looks like you're waking up."

"It feels…ehhhh!" he drops to his knees as the numbness climbs higher up his legs and along his arms, closing in on his torso.

"Don't fight it, you'll be fine. And if you need any advice, try to come back here again."

Rowan closes his eyes tight and tries not to panic as the strange fuzzy numbness overtakes him.

~*~

The next thing he knows his eyes are open again and he's looking at the wall of his and Tilly's bedroom, lit by early morning light. He stares for a moment, remembering what he just experienced, then blinks and tries to reconcile the differences between the sleeping world and the waking one. As he does a sound catches his attention and he sits up to look around the room, his eyes fall on his sister, breathing deeply as she sleeps. Probably having another dream that she won't remember. Tilly doesn't know anything about the Realm of Dreams, but Rowan does.