#go to fucking sleeeeeeep

[whatthefuckisasweep]

cant sleep … plagued with thoughts.. overstimmed… also starving… time to scroll tumblr till i have to go to class :,((

[kartana]

I feel so sad this sucks i can't stop thinking about doing everything wrong with v I feel like im gonna cry I hate going to sleep early the day after I stay up it's just hours of laying down with stupid train of thoughts that come at night and I can't sleep I just want to sleep I don't want to feel so awful in the morning I don't want to feel awful right now I wish I could just get my thoughts in order get to the point and cry and be done with it. Nothing is going to change from yesterday to today to tomorrow I will just have been miserable and things won't change because of it I wish the world was kinder I wish the world wasn't so cruel I wish things were different I want to cry and now I can't even feel that anymore.

[sparklehag99]

Woke up to a migraine AND an allergy attack, and have two can’t-miss meetings AND a conference I have to attend over zoom and I would truly rather die. Apparently they might cold call on us to answer questions during the conference????? Is that not fucking illegal????? It should be fucking illegal.

[francisforever2014]

me and my circadian rhythm r like this lately if i’m being honest

[gwenmontrose]

Med school is legalised torture, so I guess this technically makes me a masochist?

[orcelito]

well the good news is im gonna look the part of someone who hasnt been to class in several weeks

[itzanotheremo]

im so tired but i cant sleep after hearing destroya play. i couldn’t even skip it because my phone is surprisingly slower than me (i have the IQ of a tree) and now i have gerard’s $3x moans stuck in my head and i do have school work to turn in but u know what fuck it im just gonna go cry :D and i have to wake up at 4:30 so i can shower so i can straighten my hair so i can go to school looking normal and i could just take a shower now but im too lazy to get out of bed and im as comfortable as someone with worse back pain than a 70 year old war veteran can be anyways baiiii i hope u guys actually get sleep :3

[elprupneerg]

I know you’re not supposed to trust any thought you have about your life past some late hour, but also consider that maybe my 3am having trouble sleeping brain is actually super correct about everything forever

[akioukun]

Please hold I need 3 consecutive business days to recover from this. Bambi I adore you, this is so sweet

based on @akioukun’s seasons au. this au has stirred me up inside in the best of ways, i hope i do it justice with another little ficlet!

he searches for days.

Steve’s gone missing and Billy has no idea where to even begin looking — because Steve’s always just been there, just out of reach and on his own in a world of quiet loneliness beside Billy. always there but never truly present, not unless Billy touched him. grounded him, in a way.

Billy understands that it’s not easy being what Steve is. how he goes through every day feeling empty and half alive and waiting for winter to come and put him to sleep. to let him rest until he can get back on his feet, reenergized.

the first chill that Billy feels in the wind puts him on edge. it’s too early, he’s not ready, Steve is still missing and winter can’t come before autumn.

Billy won’t allow it.

so, he searches. he takes his heat from the sand and shore and into the forest, deeper and deeper where he knows Steve often retreats to. where he likes to wander alone, tending to the flowers in his chest in secret, as if Billy doesn’t know about them.

worry creeps up on him, like winter does. the first frost will be soon. and if he doesn’t hurry, he’ll miss Steve. he’ll have to wait until he’s ready to wake up again but Billy’s not ready to let him sleep just yet. there’s so much he has to say and so much he wants to do with him.

it’s not fair. he knows seasons are fickle and will leave whenever they wish, without a word because thats their nature, but it’s not fair. he makes the days hot but the mornings and evenings are cold and empty without Steve.

he goes further into the forest, where he’s never been before.

and that’s where Billy finds him, just on the soft bank of a small river. Steve’s asleep, curled up on the ground like a babe with moss growing over his body like a blanket and flowers sprout from his body — from the soft moss on his chest and arms and legs. he’s decaying beautifully, resting under a cover that he created with Billy, finally asleep and ready for winter. he’s as he should be. autumn will always rest and decay and he’ll wake when he’s ready. Billy will just have to wait.

so, he sits next to his sleeping autumn and feels like the earth just before winter — cold.

[scary-grace]

one way to live (not recommended) - a shigaraki x f!reader oneshot

Tomura doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about his one and only ex-girlfriend, but winter always brings back the memories a little more strongly. When he runs into you again, ten years after the breakup he instigated, he's not opposed to seeing where things go. After all, he hasn't changed much -- but you have.

This fic is for @deadhands69, who prompted me with #8 from this list: but me I'm not a gamble/you can count on me to split. I went a little into the weeds on this one, so if it's not your speed, please let me know and I'll write you a new one for this prompt (or you can pick another!) I apologize for the wait. Modern AU, no quirks, 4k words, angst.

Tomura wakes up facedown on his keyboard to the sound of ping after ping going off through his speakers. For a second all he can think about is how much his neck hurts, so much that he might actually message Magne for the name of that chiropractor she keeps going on about. Then he remembers what he was doing before he fell asleep and sits up in a hurry. “Fuck!”

He was streaming. He was streaming, with hundreds of people watching, and he fucking fell asleep in the middle of it. Tomura thinks about apologizing for a split second, but given the number of pings still going off as he sits up and blinks sleep out of his eyes, the chat isn’t exactly mad about it. Tomura looks a little closer.

MD_DEVICE self-care livestream whennnnnn

my man’s avatar has been doing the funky chicken for three hours and I can’t look away

f in the chat if you think he looks cute when he’s sleeping

bro go to bed

seriously go to bed

sleeeeeeep

i will pay you to log off and go to bed

whose name were you saying just now

The longer Tomura spends reading through the messages, the worse it gets. Three hours? People were debating whether he looked cute? He doesn’t see a single F in the chat, but somebody’s sent him money to log off and go to bed. Multiple people have sent him money to do that, like he’s an e-girl who has to catch up on her skincare routine or some shit. But as annoying as that is, the last question in the line-up is worse. “I wasn’t saying anybody’s name. I don’t talk in my sleep.”

bold words for a guy who’s been dead to the world for the last few hours

Tomura knows that username. “Dabi, get the fuck off my stream.”

lol no

whose name were you saying again?

Now that Tomura looks, Dabi’s username isn’t the only one he recognizes. He sees Twice’s username, and Dabi’s, and Toga’s. Tomura’s mod is supposed to kick them out if they show up in his streams. Speaking of Tomura’s mod – he pulls up a direct-message and messages Spinner. get rid of them. why didn’t you wake me up?

I tried! What was I supposed to do, come over to your house? Spinner must be multitasking, because Dabi’s, Toga’s, and Twice’s usernames vanish in quick succession. People were still watching. I figured it was a bit.

Tomura catches a glimpse of himself in the corner of his screen. His eyes are bloodshot, he’s almost definitely been drooling, and there are keyboard imprints on one side of his face. What the fuck kind of bit could he possibly have been running? Whatever. It won’t matter as long as he gets out of this fast. He faces the camera again. “Since you all want me to go to sleep so bad –”

sleep

sleep

sleeeeep

whose name were you saying

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 “We’re going to finish this later,” Tomura growls, fighting the urge to yawn. “Thanks for sticking around for – that – and remember, the enemy’s gate is down.”

He cuts the feed about two seconds after he says his stupid catchphrase, then slumps back in his chair and yanks his headphones off. His head hurts. His mouth tastes like garbage. Spinner sends over the earnings report from the – fucking hell, seven-hour stream, and Tomura sees that he can apparently make as much money drooling on his keyboard as he can actually playing the game. Somehow that makes him feel even more like shit. He looks stupid when he sleeps. Everyone was probably laughing at him. He doesn’t need to go back through the chat log and check.

Messages start popping up on his screen, this time from his groupchat with his friends, all of whom he’s pissed at right now. Toga’s first up. Don’t be mad, Tomura-kun! We only logged on because Spinner said you were sleeping in there.

Don’t throw me under the bus like that! I was just asking you what I should do!

You look like shit. When was the last time you went outside? Dabi sends that, then sends another message, rapid-fire. Were you seriously saying your ex’s name in your sleep?

What? Tomura’s face heats up so fast that it’s a miracle he doesn’t burst into flames. If this had happened five seconds earlier while his video was on, he would have nuked his account. Twice chooses this second to chip in. you can’t pine for a girl you dumped. I’m kidding! Pine away! Pine until you start sprouting cones!

I’m with Dabi, sweetie. You look like shit. Magne sends a heart along with that message, like that makes it any better. I think you need to get some outside time. What do you all call it?

Touching grass, Toga says. Tomura-kun go outside challenge.

Tomura’s not going outside. It’s fucking cold.

That sounds like a you problem, Dabi texts. Get your crusty ass outside or

Or what? Tomura’s pretty sure he’s got nothing.

A new name pops up in the chat. Or I’ll make the party do a side quest before they can break your sleeping curse, Compress says. Tomura swears. Go outside.

Compress is the DM for this round of D&D, and he’s not as much of a hard-ass as Dabi was when he was running it – but Tomura knows damn well that he’s not screwing around. And there’s no way Tomura’s spending another session sitting off to one side under a stupid sleeping curse while everyone else gets to play. if I go get coffee will all of you shut up?

Take a selfie! For proof! Twice insists. If you get coffee you can stay awake while you pine!

Tomura’s not fucking pining. He levers himself up out of his chair and goes looking for his jacket. And his scarf.  And his shoes. It takes him so long to find any of them that he starts wondering if his friends don’t have a point about how long it’s been since he left his apartment.

While he searches, his friends keep messaging. I logged on late. Was he really talking in his sleep?

Not really talking. Mumbling. Except the name.

HER name. Toga sends a Star Wars gif for some reason – some old guy saying he hasn’t heard something in a long time. I haven’t thought about her in forever! did we ever find out what happened to her?

Tomura finds his jacket, then his shoes, and glances back at the screen to see the rest of his friends answering in the negative. He closes the message window, powers off the computer, and heads out the door. By the time the elevator hits the lobby, he’s already regretting leaving his apartment. The doors to his apartment building are glass. Even inside the lobby, it’s way too cold.

But he said he’d go outside, and he’d send proof. Tomura steels himself, steps outside, and starts down the street. There’s a coffee shop two blocks away. Maybe he won’t even stick around to buy coffee. He can just go inside, take a selfie, and go home. Tomura checks his phone while he’s waiting for the traffic light to change and sees that his friends are still lighting up the groupchat. It looks like they’re debating whether it’s more embarrassing to say your ex’s name in your sleep or during sex. Most people are saying sex, but Toga’s arguing that saying someone’s name in your sleep is worse. Sex is just sex. If you’re talking about them in your sleep it means they’re on your mind the rest of the time too.

Tomura’s not weighing in on that conversation, but he sort of wants to set the record straight. You aren’t always on his mind. He doesn’t think about you all that much. Sure, the two of you dated for a couple years, but that was at university, almost a decade ago – and Tomura’s the one who ended it. He just thinks about you a little more at this time of year. You always loved the cold, almost as much as Tomura hated it. Just one more thing you didn’t have in common.

That’s not why Tomura broke up with you, though. The two of you were different people, but Tomura would have gotten bored with somebody exactly like him. The important thing was that you understood each other, that you didn’t try to make each other something you weren’t. You never asked Tomura to be anything except who he was. Tomura felt safe with you, like he’d never felt safe with anybody. Safe to have whatever feelings he was having, knowing you’d be there for him no matter what.

You never asked Tomura to be something he wasn’t, but that didn’t matter. Your last year at university, things started to go wrong for you. You needed help, and Tomura couldn’t be who you needed him to be. It wasn’t in his programming to be there for you the way you were there for him, and he didn’t want to stick around and watch your resentment grow with every time he let you down. He’d rather leave first than watch you fall out of love with him. So he did.

He should have known you wouldn’t take the breakup lying down. I never asked you to do anything like that for me, he remembers you saying. I just want you to be here. Is that really so hard for you?

This isn’t some in sickness and in health thing, Tomura said. It’s not that serious.

He saw you flinch, and he knew he’d hurt you. Hurting you made him feel sick. It was serious to me, you said, your voice shaking, and you turned away. My mistake.

It was serious. Too serious for where Tomura was at back then, no matter how much he loved you. He felt like shit afterward, and when he ran it by his friends, they didn’t exactly help. Spinner made it pretty clear he thought Tomura was nuts. Dabi made a point of telling Tomura there’s no way he could do better than you. Twice pitched a fit because you were the only person who’d watch Star Wars with him, and you were never going to talk to any of them ever again.

The only person who sort of got it was Toga. Something about the right person, but the wrong time, and that made sense to Tomura. Maybe if the two of you were older it would have been different. Tomura usually tells himself that, when he thinks about you. It wasn’t on him. It was just bad timing. The fact that he’s never dated anybody since is bad timing, too.

He thinks about you a little more in the winter, but maybe he’s been doing it a little more than usual this winter, because he’s been thinking on and off about looking you up. Not for any real reason, just to see where you’re at. What you’re doing. If you look the way he remembers you, or if you’ve changed so much he can’t recognize you. If any of the dreams you used to talk about ended up coming true.

By the time Tomura gets to the coffee shop, his hands are basically numb, and the coffee shop is jam-packed. He has to get a lot further into the personal space of the person ahead of him in line than he wanted to, but he’s not going to freeze his ass off by standing there with the door open behind him. The person who gets in line behind him apparently didn’t get the memo about the door, and Tomura snaps at them without glancing over his shoulder. “Stay outside until there’s room.”

The door shuts, and Tomura faces front. There are so many people in here that the windows are steaming up, and the air would probably smell like sweat if it didn’t already smell so much like coffee. Tomura’s only consolation is that the baristas look just as done with the whole thing as he is. Hopefully the line will move fast.

It moves pretty fast, fast enough that Tomura’s hands haven’t warmed up by the time he reaches the head of the line. He also hasn’t been checking the menu. It feels stupid to order black coffee for ¥600 when he can make it at home for free. He scans the menu, trying pick something he won’t hate before the person in line behind him decides to murder him for taking too long, and settles on – “A hot chocolate,” the barista repeats. “Really?”

“Is there a problem or something?” Tomura snaps. “It’s on your menu.”

“No problem. What size?”

He’ll be cold on the walk home. Tomura orders the biggest one, and orders it extra-hot so his hands won’t freeze. The price is ridiculous, but Tomura can’t make decent hot chocolate at home. He only knows – or knew – one person who could do that. He reaches into his coat pocket for his wallet. Then his other coat pocket. Then both back pockets of his pants. The barista is drumming his fingers on the counter, and Tomura can hear discontented mumbling from the line behind him. This can’t be happening. He left his apartment specifically to buy coffee. There’s no way he forgot his fucking wallet.

Except that’s exactly what happened, because he can’t find it anywhere. “You can pay with your phone,” the barista says. Right. Tomura yanks his phone out of his pocket, but his hands are still frozen, and he loses his grip. The phone hits the tiles corner-first and a web of cracks spreads across the screen. “Wow –”

Tomura swears and scoops it up. He drops his phone all the time, but the screen doesn’t usually do that. “It still works. Give me a second –”

“No chance. There are other customers waiting –”

“Add a peppermint mocha to that hot chocolate. Same size.” The voice of the customer behind Tomura in line sounds weirdly familiar. “I’ve got both.”

The barista starts typing in the order, and Tomura turns to argue with the person who’s trying to pay for his drink, only for every last thought in his head to evaporate. The person behind him isn’t some stranger who’s trying to move the line ahead. It’s you.

You nudge past him to pay for the order, and you give your name for it, in case there was any doubt in Tomura’s head about who you are. There wasn’t, really. You look like you used to, almost. Your voice sounds almost exactly the same. The gestures Tomura sees as you take out your card to pay, the way you hesitate way too long over the tip screen before giving one that’s too big, are almost familiar. You look like Tomura remembers, except more like yourself. Which is –

“We should probably go this way,” you say, and Tomura snaps out of it. “Right now we’re holding up the line.”

“Yeah.” Tomura follows you to the pickup area. He’s expecting you to say something else, something about how you recognize him, but you don’t say a word. Maybe he’s the one who changed, or else you’re pretending not to recognize him to teach him a lesson. “So, uh – I don’t know if you remember –”

“Tomura? Yeah,” you say, and Tomura’s face heats up so fast that he has to look down at his phone to hide it. “I wasn’t going to say anything, in case it would be awkward. Is your phone okay?”

“It’s fine. The screen’s just fucked up.” Tomura burns a few seconds poking at it, trying to get himself under control. People run into their exes. It happens all the time, probably. People probably run into their ex-girlfriends who they still liked when they broke up with them, who were hot to start with but somehow got hotter in the ten years since the breakup, every goddamn day. “I’m fucked if it doesn’t wake up soon. I have to send the League a selfie to prove I left my house.”

Tomura’s probably said stupider things, in worse situations. He just can’t remember when they were. “You’re still close with the League?” you ask. You sound interested. “That’s really nice. I’m not close with anybody from school.”

It’s Tomura’s fault. Most of your friends were Tomura’s friends first. Somehow he doesn’t think telling you about how he and the League hang out at least once a week and usually more is the right move here. “Have you lived here the whole time?”

“No. I moved away for a while. But I always figured I’d end up back here.” You smile slightly. “Sometimes I think things happen when they’re supposed to.”

Things happen when they’re supposed to – like Tomura running into you, the same day as he got caught napping on a livestream and saying your name in his sleep. Toga’s going to lose her shit when she finds out about this. “So why’d you come back now?”

“A few reasons. Work, mainly,” you say. “Did you move away at all?”

“No. Stayed. Everything’s here.” Tomura keeps trying to revive his phone. If he looks at you, he’s going to stare. “Where’d you go?”

“You don’t have to ask me that,” you say. “I know you hate small talk.”

“If you know that, then you should know I’m only asking because I want to know,” Tomura says. “After we – uh, after. Where did you go?”

“It’s kind of a long story,” you say. “They’ll be done with our drinks way before it’s over. What are you going to do about that selfie if your phone doesn’t wake up in time?”

“Tell them I went but it broke.” Tomura’s already resigning himself to spending the next D&D session stuck under the sleeping curse, but it’s almost worth it – definitely worth it – if he got to run into you. “Look, is there somewhere you have to –”

“I can take a picture of you and text it to you,” you say. “That way you’ll have the evidence on your phone as soon as you get it working again.”

“Do you know my number?” Tomura asks without thinking. You give him a weird look. “What? Are you telling me you didn’t block me?”

“If it’s the same number you had back then, I still have it memorized,” you say. You glance down, searching through the pockets of your winter coat. The coat looks sort of familiar to Tomura. Maybe you had it when the two of you were together. “The League probably won’t buy it unless you’ve got the drink with you, right? So we should wait until it gets here.”

Tomura nods. It’s a great plan, except that he’s not going to be anywhere close to done talking to you by the time the drinks get here. He manages to coax some life into his phone, drops it in his pocket to conceal the evidence, and asks as bluntly as possible. “I just finished up a stream, so I’m free for the rest of the day. If you don’t have anywhere else to be, we should talk.”

You blink. “Why?”

“I want to hear the long story,” Tomura says. You look surprised. “I have stories, too. So we should –”

A barista shouts your name, and you turn to retrieve the drinks before Tomura can finish the sentence. He doesn’t love the interruptions, but it’s loud as hell in here, so he can forgive it. You hand Tomura his drink, then raise yours to your mouth for a sip. You’re holding it in both hands, and that’s when Tomura sees it. That’s the only reason he sees it. You’re wearing a ring on your fourth finger. On your left hand.

He can’t keep the shock out of his voice, and he’s damn lucky that he speaks before anything else has time to hit. “You’re married?”

“Engaged. The wedding’s in December.”

It’s January. “It takes that long to get married?”

“If you’re planning a big wedding, then yeah,” you say, and sigh. You shift away from the pickup counter, towards the door, and Tomura follows you, even though the impulse to jump out the coffee shop’s front window and go into witness protection is growing stronger by the second. “His family’s – traditional. If doing things in style makes them happy, it’s not that hard to put up with.”

Tomura thinks it probably is, or else you wouldn’t look that tired when you talk about your wedding. Shouldn’t you be excited talking about your wedding? Or maybe Tomura’s just reading what he wants to read on your face, instead of the truth. That for you, running into Tomura is the same as running into anybody else. That his heart’s the only one that skips a beat when he makes eye contact with you. That you’re fine, that you’re happy. That the four years you spent with Tomura didn’t matter to you at all.

“So,” you say, into what Tomura’s realizing is an awkward silence, “should I take this picture?”

“Uh, yeah.” Tomura’s planning to just stand there, staring into the middle distance and trying not to look like he’s had the wind knocked out of him, but you shift him around so he’s standing with his back to the coffee shop instead. You take one, two, maybe three pictures. “That’s enough. Thanks.”

“I’ll text you,” you say. Your phone vanishes into your coat pocket, along with the hand that’s not holding your drink. “Stay warm, okay?”

You’re leaving. Tomura’s not anywhere close to done talking to you. He doesn’t care that you’re married or engaged or whatever the fuck, he still wants to know – what happened to you, where you went, how you ended up here. He tries to think of something to keep your attention, to make you turn back around and look at him, and realizes with a sick rush of guilt that this must have been how you felt, when he was breaking up with you. Searching for something that would get a response and coming up permanently empty.

He finally finds something, when you’ve almost made it to the door. “Hey. Thanks for – uh, the drink. It was good to see you.”

The old you would have said any time. You’d have said it was good to see Tomura, too, and maybe you’d have slowed down a step, let him catch up. Instead you incline your head. “Goodbye, Tomura,” you say, and then you’re gone.

It’s freezing, but Tomura has to walk. He can’t stay here. He hits the street, then spends too long trying to figure out which direction you went, like an idiot. What is he going to do, chase after you? All his stupid thoughts about looking you up – what did he think was going to happen if he saw you again? Tomura doesn’t know, but it wasn’t this, and it should have been. Why wasn’t it? Whatever it is, he can deal with it at home. Tomura drinks half his hot chocolate, burns his tongue, and sets off into the cold.

By the time he’s slammed the door of his apartment behind him and found his wallet sitting on the kitchen counter, he’s gotten a text from you, with two pictures of himself attached. You must remember what the League is like about proof, because you framed the picture so well that Tomura’s friends won’t be able to accuse him of editing his face into an existing shot. But Tomura can’t send this picture to his friends. He can’t send it to anyone. Anybody who looks at it will see exactly how Tomura feels.

How does he feel, really? He doesn’t know, but he knows he had it backward, all this time. He left you. Ten years ago. He even ghosted you to make it easier – for him or for you, he’s not sure which. He might think of you more in the winter and have been thinking about looking you up and have felt his heart race when he saw you again and say your name in his sleep, but he’s over it. Tomura’s been over it, because he left you.

So why does he feel like you’re leaving him?

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

i feel like we're just not talking about how there was one scene where it LEGITIMATELY looked like Kraven was going in to kiss his brother. like i watched it with people we all thought they were about to touch lips. why did they want to fuck that BAD!!! also why did the father sound like that.

it's the way I can't even confidently guess which scene you mean because they're just Like That all the time

also listen they could pay Russell Crowe enough to make him show up but they couldn't pay him enough to give a shit. he was sleeeeeeeping through that performance

[legacyshenanigans]

All the boys waking up with wavy heads from potion shenanigans the night before (Hungover basically)🤣

Sebastian: *rolls over in his bed coming face to face with Leander* URGH?! *kicks him out of bed*

Leander: *lands on the floor ontop of Amit* Oi?! What did you do that for?! ARGH, my head!

Amit: *groans* Get off me please....

Leander: Sorry Amit, blame sallow.. *crawls across the floor over to Garreth, who's spread out on a sofa snoring, with Everett curled up in ball next to him*

Sebastian: Why the fuck were you in my bed? OOOH GOD, I feel like death..

Ominis: *popping up from the covers on the other side of Sebastian* Me too..

Sebastian: AAHH! Jesus..Where did you come from?

Ominis: *confused blinking* ...I dont know. Stop talking...*grabs his own head in agony*

Leander: How the hell should I know why I was in your bed!? Garreth..Hey Garreth, wake up.

Garreth: *lazily* Sleeeeeeep

Leander: No, come on *pats his face*

Garreth: *Opens one eye* Fuck off..

Amit: *sits up too quickly* Oh god..I shouldn't of done that! Uuuurgh..Whoevers idea that was last night is a fool..

Everett: *stretches out his arm and hits Garreth in the face*

Garreth: Fuck *grumpy mumble as he sits up*

Everett: Oh! Sorry!

Ominis: Everett shhhh, no shouting, I beg of you.

Everett: ...*whispers* Sorry

Leander: Are you ok Garreth?

Garreth: *face like a moody child* Fuck...Off...All of you.

Sebastian: *chuckles* OooOooh look at you, don't think I've ever seen you so grumpy.

Leander: ooof..I'm hungry.

Sebastian: Make yourself useful and go and grab us all some food then..

Leander: Get your own damn food Sallow! I can barely stand right now though..

Amit: .....What time is it?

Everett: 10 o clock.

Amit: ....Oh no. Oh nononono.

Ominis: What's wrong?

Amit: I have an exam today.....

Sebastian: Shiiiiit *laughs* what time?

Amit: Half an hour ago..

Leander: Pffftt! *laughs*

Amit: I don't know why you're laughing Leander....We're in the same level for charms class. So you had an exam too.

Leander: .....What?!

Garreth: *flinches awake from falling asleep again from Leanders shout*

Sebastian: Paaaaahahahahaha!!!!

Ominis: *irritated moan as he puts a finger over Sebastians mouth* Shhhhh, *snuggles into his back still sleepy*

Sebastian: *whispers* Ominis..Don't cuddle me in front of everyone.

Ominis: SHHHHHH. My head hurts.

Everett: What are you two doing over there?

Sebastian: Listen its not what it looks like, he's not well ok, shut up.

Garreth: NONE of us are WELL..I feel like absolute shit...

~

[wyn-n-tonic]

I have first time homebuyer counseling and I just want to fucking go to sleeeeeeep.

[hypomanicdaydream]

CAN'T FIGURE OUT IF I'M MANIC OR DEPRESSED.

I have been tired for days and I'm low on motivation and I don't want to talk to anyone or go anywhere.

But it's 3:30am and I can't fucking sleeeeeeep, and I can't turn my thoughts off, and I've got it in my brain that the ✨️ universe is trying to tell me something ✨️

And also I had a dream about a girl last night who I don't know but she was wearing a hoodie and I can remember the way it feels, and we were slow dancing and the way she talked and looked at me. Oof. Now I'm obsessed with whoever that was, bc the chemistry was reeeaaallll.

Dreams like that are unusual for me but I have more vivid dreams when I'm depressed.

And also I got a weird vibe that I needed to check my messages on FB but there was nothing, so I checked everywhere else and there was nothing.

So yeah, who tf knows if I'm manic or depressed. Maybe I'm having a mixed episode? Idfk man. I'm tired but I'm not tired. Fingers crossed I can fall asleep soon. I've been laying here for 2.5 hours trying to sleep and it's not happening.

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Posting super late cuz today was really good

Its 5am so I gotta recap quick and go to sleep but, me and the partner went back to the farmers market and got some stuff including marigolds that I hope will help control pests around the other plants. I really wish there was a way to let bees into our balcony though cuz the bee's were loving those things

We went and got boba and it was super good, then we came home and I played Dokapon Kingdom some more which has been a fucking nightmare but we are closing the wealth gap between us and my brother. Then he went to bed and me and my friend started a Barony run. I'm a skeleton warrior and shes a human rouge. We have had some insanely good luck and we stomped the baron easily, like super free, and I had classic ending off so we're going on to the last 5 levels and its looking really promising as long as I dont get bone blasted by magic enemies. But I've never fought any of those guys so its a little scary. I got a life saving buff from the Sokoban gods though so I think I've got a revive plus the fact that one of us can be a ghost and help the other. That game is so good

The ooooother thing me and the partner did was carve pumpkins, which was her first time. They came out really good and we have a bunch of seeds to cook now. She had a lot of fun de-gooping them. Shes da best I love her

The Umbreon is hers, Rowlet is mine. Time for sleeeeeeep

Peace and Long Life

[demon-apologist]

Journal 1.29-1.31

[1/29]

Been feeling a little unstable but ignoring that seems to work the best so anywayz-

I think I wanna put down arts for a bit and shift to webcoding. I haven't picked up that hobby in a bit and I don't want to lose da knowledge. The title of Webmaster sounds way too cool. It's something I could see myself learn and go into as a profession. Coding gives me that technical and functionality side I crave along with the glitz and glamor. I just love to learn things and then showcase them in a fun and interesting way.

I am still small. In every sense of that word. I chip away everyday to reach closer to that something. That something changes. Right now, it's sprucing up this tumblr and remapping my neocity website.

my neocity if u wanted to check it, click here :)

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Ramblings

1/29

-I cleaned my room this week and I was so proud of myself. It takes me weeks into months to act upon the thought of cleaning ;__; it's truly one of the hardest things for me. But when I finally do it, I feel so much better and I try to maintain it as best I can. I decluttered my area as best I could and trust me, it was worse lol:

1/30

I wasn't sleeping well these last few days. I feel like I might be getting sick but it's too early to tell. Magnesium seemed to help regulate my sleep cause I slept a solid 6 hours instead of 4. My body is used to napping that I was lucid dreaming. >__< I have to try and fix my sleep schedule or induce it for longer somehow.

I played mario party with kira and it was going so well but literally karma is a bitch haha i made fun of James once and I lost all my stars and coins lmfao whatever, I'll still be mean to my man when I want he likes it lol

1/31

After many months of being frozen, I finally got health insurance set up for James and me. NJ has been doing heavy ads on their insurance government assistance program and I'm thankful for it especially since medicaid isn't as stable for now ;u;

Even with a discount of like $500, we're gonna have to pay $340 a month and $20 for basic dental cleanings. It's a chunk of change but it's the necessary evil cause without insurance we're even more fucked.

I'm relieved that's done. I tidied my room today too aaaand I cooked !!! Whaaa... its Not Bad :') all I can say.

Then bonded with my roomie ^__^ going to take my magnesium and sleeeeeeep.