#i keep waking up at like 8am for no reason too

[meanya]

Not fall back asleep, not get up early and start the day, but a secret third thing (tell myself I'll just check one thing quickly and then get sucked into my phone for 3 hours)

[bamsara]

For the prompt thing, may I suggest, "good morning sleeping beauty" with moon? I think it'd be really sweet to have y/n finally comfortable enough to sleep near moon and they wake up to see him next to them.

(also, hi bam!)

Moon-Centric | Wordcount: 1,018 | A03 Version

Adjusting to living with the Daycare Attendant was easy in some ways, odd in others, and in some cases: just weird.

You've gotten quite used to a few quirks or theirs, or simple things. Like remembering you're not alone in your apartment anymore when you suddenly hear the TV turn on to the news in the other room or the sound of doors opening and closing. Or the smell of food cooking (burning) when Sun decides to try a new recipe that he may have forgotten that your fridge is not an endless supply of ingredients and you do, actually, have to go to the grocery store to keep supplying his new hobby.

There's the whole showering situation. The laundry situation (they don't need clothes, per say, but one of the upsides of being free robots means they can dress however they like now, so their wardrobe is growing) and coming home to see that your furniture has been rearranged for a third time that week because the Daycare Attendant wants everything to look just right.

There's also the sleeping situation.

You mostly wake up to Sun in the morning. Unless you don't, and it's the middle of the night, and Moon doesn't know the meaning of 'personal bubble.'

One evening you wake up with a sore, dry throat, open your eyelids and find two bright red glows casting back down at you. "What the-"

A silicone-coated hand gently, quietly, comes over your lips. You are silenced, though still sending a glare, to the robot that hushes you, hovering inches over your face. Moon sits cross-legged on the bed, tall body hunched over your foam. His T-shirt brushes up against your bare arm. The bell of his hat rests beside your head on your pillow. This was the norm for him.

You glare up at him and talk through the fingers on your mouth. "Whattyadoing."

The Moon does not respond, but his smile and half-lidded eyes tell you its an obvious answer.

You blink through he bleariness and look to the clock. It's about 5AM, not the middle of the night like you thought, but the sun hasn't risen yet. The space behind your curtains is still a blue, purple of a day not born yet. "How long have you been like this."

"Only a few moments." He talks quietly, voicebox in a whisper. Any louder would disturb you, and he wants you to fall back asleep. "You were stirring."

You yawn, and the hand brushes down your chin and to your neck, and lingers there. The bed on your back and warm blankets are lulling, but the ache in your throat is becoming more noticeable as you breathe. "I need water."

"I can get it for you."

"No, it's fine." You grab his arm before he moves, and he stays. Though a dulled look comes across his face, he returns to hover above you. "Give me a minute. I should get up for the day about this time anyway."

Moon's face twitches. Obvious disagreement. But the hand near your neck returns just to brush the hair away from your face. "You are getting up early?"

"Yeah." You yawn, and stretch your legs under the blankets. Any moment now you'll have to bite the tired and sit up. "Gramps has doctor appointment at 8AM, and we're driving him. Might as well get some stuff done and ready before we go."

"Hmm." His thumb moves to your eyes, and you close them briefly as he thumbs away the sleepy bits in the corner. He does what Sun does all the same, greasy hair and dried drool on your face do not stop him from petting you, for some reason. It's a nice feeling, if not too soothing when you know you need to get up.

The Moon clicks dully, pulling at the skin underneath your eyes (dark circles, thin skin with taut veins from sleepless nights and days full of worry and agitation. ) before a soft grin stretches on his face. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

You glare at him, blinking out of synch.

"I never tell you good morning." He continues, unphased by your less-than-impressed reaction. "I only tell you Good Night. My turn."

That was...correct. Moon was the one who followed you to bed, but never the one to wake up with you. That was Sun. You never thought to wonder if they'd prefer to see how it is to switch. "God, you're corny. I hate 'sleeping beauty.' Makes me cringe."

"I can use a different name I have for you." Moon's smile turns slightly wicked.

"Pass."

"I can try a different way-"

"I'm going back to sleep." With one swift motion, you pull the blanket up to your chin and turn away, back to the animatronics. "Wake me up in an hour."

A low, amused chuckle comes from the static voice box behind you, and the presence on the bed shifts, the weight moving as Moon's head comes down to your face directly. "I won't."

"Mean."

"I'll wake you when the sun rises."

You blow air out from your nose and onto his face. It swivels, the ball falling with it. "You're totally preventing me from getting my extra hour of sleep, by the way."

"A shame." Moon hums. The face disappears from your vision, and the darkness of the room is all you have to see. Against your back, you feel the bed shift, and an arm comes up underneath you. The covers are lifted (not like you didn't help with that) and the space behind you is occupied now. Your legs brush up against star-pattern pants, a metal arm secured around your waist. "We will make it two hours."

You realize with faint defeat that you never got your water, but you're already lulling back to sleep too late to try. "Don't make me late."

"Hush." The other hand finds its way over your eyes. Moon's faceplate rests on your head, his t-shirt presses into your back. "Good morning."

"G'morning." You mumble, shifting backward further into the animatronic, and letting your lingering sleep take you.

[modawg]

my favorite feel good hc if chb is simply the number of dance/cabin parties they hold in basically empty cabins

like i could imagine thalia staying at chb and maybe annabeth sleeps over in her cabin just so she feels more comfortable and in the middle of the night either percy wakes up and is like :( i wish i could sleep over which causes him to sneak over to the zeus cabin and wake the girls up or the girls decide it’s their time to annoy percy and sneak over to his

either way percy has a cd player bc that just makes sense in my mind and it also makes sense to me that tho many of his cds are just popular music the majority of them are much more rock/punk/loud alt music which he introduces to thalia/thalia recognizes and at whatever time it is they end up getting absolutely turnt to his music and the three of them bond over bad dancing air guitar and getting scared by the harpies who keep telling them to turn that shit down

this i feel would directly cause the chain of events that is the late night cabin parties like forever and always they’ll have them no matter if percy’s there or thalia or any of the big three kids who primarily stay at the empty cabins there will be a party

and i mean these cabin parties are CRAZY like even if their all 12+ in age and all dead sober these parties are the most insane parties you will ever even think of going to these kids stay partying until they have to do their morning chores they do not care

i feel this would also leak into big house dance parties at 2 in the afternoon for no reason and percy’s poor cd player will sadly pass away during one due to the insane amount of usage it gets after moving to chb

they’ll put his cd player out into the water on a little raft and many campers will cry until they pull it back in and leo or someone will change like 2 screws and it’ll be good as new

thinking of the culture shock it would cause jason to wake up to loud asf music half way across the cabin set up bc the campers are throwing a party to celebrate percy’s return

or maybe waking up to someone shaking him being like “heyy so your cabin has been selected for our party in abt 20 min just wanted to lyk everyone and i mean everyone will be here..get dressed” and he’s like ?? tf cue jason learning he can infact be a party animal if he’s with the right ppl

but also passing out again 3 hours later and being a little too happy at 8am the next morning

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

BUCCIARATI GANG BEDTIME ROUTINE HEADCANONS 🙏🙏

ON IT BOSS!!

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BRUNO BUCCIARATI

this guy is so fucking tired

I'm convinced that he just flops down onto his bed and falls asleep

right then and there

he puts on some pajamas and then he's just out

his pajamas are white with black dots (who would've guessed)

he DOES brush his hair and have a shower first

he uses like 20 different soaps

he needs to smell nice and clean

he'll blow-dry his hair too

he doesn't like going to sleep with wet hair

Abbacchio will join him in bed later

goes to sleep at 8pm and wakes up at 6am

LEONE ABBACCHIO

let's be real right now

the only thing he does before going to bed is his hair routine

i spent like 10 minutes trying to remember how to spell routine

this guy has a TON of hair products that he puts in his hair

not as much as Giorno though

ANYWAY he sleeps naked

or in only boxers

one of the two

he finishes taking care of his hair then goes to sleep right next to Bruno

goes to sleep at 10pm and wakes up at 7am

GIORNO GIOVANNA

the longest hair routine known to man

this guy takes like an hour to get his hair ready for bed

he'll also take the longest showers literally ever

then he has to dry his hair too

he makes sure to dry it in a way that won't make his hair thinner or something idk

his hair is naturally really thick and curly too

it was much thinner and straighter before it turned blond though

also he brushes his teeth THOROUGHLY

his dentist are in shock at how clean his teeth are

he also has to water all the plants in his room before he goes to bed

he wears silk pajamas too

and they're pink

he takes like five minutes to fall asleep

but then he's the deepest sleep ever

ALWAYS gets over 8 hours of sleep

goes to bed at 7pm and wakes up at 6am

GUIDO MISTA

this guy

this dude

takes the shortest showers ever

he sleeps in boxers and that's it

no matter how warm or cold it is

his bedtime routine consists of showering for two minutes, sometimes longer if he washes his hair, brushing his teeth, then going straight to bed

that's it

he might stay up for a bit but he mostly goes to bed at like 9:30pm and wakes up at like 8am

NARANCIA GHIRGA

this guy has so much trouble sleeping

he has to take melatonin gummies to go to sleep at a reasonable time

Abbacchio will basically force them into his mouth if he refuses

then he'll have a shower and brush his teeth

he'll be nice and eepy by the time he finishes brushing his teeth

he might try to stay up a little longer but he'll eventually pass out on the couch or something

Abbacchio has to carry him back to his room and tuck him in

he wears orange boxers to bed

he falls asleep at 8:30-9pm and wakes up at 8am

PANNACOTTA FUGO

worst sleep schedule out of all of them

he rarely sleeps a full night

which also means he doesn't really have a bedtime routine

he'll have a shower and brush his teeth but he won't go to bed immediately after

the times he goes to sleep ranges from 2am to 9pm

he's lucky if he even gets six hours of sleep

and he's a really light sleeper too

but he makes sure to keep himself nice and clean

unlike Mista

sometimes if he can't sleep he'll sleep with Giorno

but most of the time he just lays there in bed

TRISH UNA

she takes FOREVER to get ready for bed

takes a 20 minute shower

then takes another 20 minutes to dry her hair

then an hour doing her hair routine

then she brushes her teeth

her and Giorno both have the best hair and teeth

she also has a skincare routine to make sure her skin is nice and soft

she'll also do her skincare routine with Giorno

sometimes she'll do HIS skincare routine on him too

besties alert

she will only wear the softest silk pjs

fat out REFUSES to wear anything else

she's probably matching with Giorno

falls asleep at 7pm and wakes up at 8am

[thatoneguydownthestreet]

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FEM ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT

This is NOT an apocalypse yuu fic. Sorry if you clicked on this and got disappointed.

Yuus pronouns are he/him

Chacter: Ace

Notes: this is kind of open ended. I have to write in stealth mode now so it would take a while for something more. You guys eat Mexican food in this because Mexican food is the closest thing to heaven on Earth.

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Someone's been stealing your cologne. On another note, your best friend is starting to smell like you.

Someone's been stealing your cologne.

It wasn't really noticeable at first, but after throwing away your second bottle in three months, you began to get suspicious.

The colonge you wore was strong, so it wasn't like you had to spray it a whole bunch of times to get it to stick. Just in the morning when you woke up and after PE.

You knew you weren't doing it any more than that, so where the hell did it all go?

You sighed. You were too tired for this. Morning classes had been currently kicking your ass. Well, they had always been kicking your ass, but it's been worse these past few days.

Grim was being a little shit. That bit hadn't changed, although according to Ace, Grim actually actually acts worse whenever you step out of the room. So Grim was somewhat saving you from annoyance at 8am and a headache. Small mercies.

Oh yeah.

Speaking of Ace. He'd been acting weird lately.

it wasn't strange for Ace, or any of the first years really, to spend the night at Ramshackle. Showing up in your dorm and staying there like a particularly determined cockroach seemed to be your dumbass friends first reaction to any real minor inconvenience.

Want to get away from your overbearing house warden for the night? Ramshackle.

Need a quiet place to study? Ramshackle.

You just spent one whole day without seeing your precious young master and need to stake out the one place he goes to get away from you? Ramshackle.

All in all, you were pretty used to waking up from one of your weird ass dreams about that one time you and your friend ate an entire Little Cesear's pizza in a church parking lot at the crackhead hours of the night, only to sit up and find someone duct taped to your wall, perfectly pasted out. While the perpetrators were peacefully sleeping on the floor under them. Curled up with one of the spare blankets that you keep laid out for this exact reason.

Or they're, you know, under your bed.

(Seriously Epel what the fuck)

So Ace being there? not suprising.

Ace being there alone, without at least Deuce there to babysit his ginger ass? Weird, but bound to happen sooner or later.

But Ace being there almost every day? Even after Riddle himself came knocking on your door once to drag him back to Heartslabyul? Yeah. No sorry, something was up.

Your mind races as it tried to come up with possibility after possibility, only to wind up with answers that didn't hold much substance to them, and could easily be disproved.

Riddle was being more overbearing lately?

Nah, if he was then deuce would've mentioned it. Also, you can't remember Ace showing up on your doorstep wearing an iconic heart-shaped collar recently. So that was a no.

Ace finally got fed up with all the weird noises Deuce makes in his sleep?

Possibly. But Deuce had spent the night over at Ramshackle just last week, and Ace made no obvious signs that he was having trouble sleeping right through the absolute wild shit Deuce was saying while unconscious.

He just slept better over here?

Your eyes immediately darted towards Grim and the ghosts.

Yeah, that idea was out.

So, with a little too much resolve, you took a deep breath and buried your face in your gloved hands as you sighed.

You could feel yourself sink down into the couch that took you what felt like forever to build. Oh yeah, and overpriced fabric you bought at the school store. Can't forget about that.

The fire crackled and Grim stopped his argument with the ghosts to look at you as you ran your fingers through your hair. Whoops.

You looked over at them with a face that you just knew showed exactly how tired you were with this.

Don't get the wrong idea here. Ace was certainly a handful but he wasn't really exhausting, he was quite the pleasure to be around actually.

When he wanted to be that was.

You don't know why you started thinking so hard about this. Maybe because exams were coming up and you needed a distraction.

Or maybe it was because he was being rather sweet on you lately. Well, as sweet as Ace could get.

You sighed again, and flopped your head against the back of the chair.

You should probably go to sleep.

.

.

.

Listen. Ace didn’t mean for any of this to happen. It just did and he doesn't know why.

He thinks it started when he woke up at Ramshackle after he stayed over dor the weekend and realized he forgot to bring his uniform shirt.

No big deal really. He could just grab one of your and return it the next day.

He thought.

Seriously, you didn't even notice! He'd probably have it returned by tomorrow morning!

He thought.

He thought until the compliments started rolling in.

The first one came from Cater, when he leaned in and asked if there was a new trend going around with sandlewood.

He was confused to day the least.

Then came Epel. Who asked to borrow whatever scent he was wearing to cover the flowery perfume he was wearing while still staying on Vils good side, since he would still smell nice.

Ace was getting a little creeped out at this point.

Then Jack of all people came up to him, sniffed the air like the dog he was, and nodded approvingly before walking away.

Ok. What the hell is going on?

He knew damn well he didn't wear sandalwood. And although the compliments were nice, save for the occasional passive aggressive ones from some upperclassmen with a stick up their ass, he still didn't know what to do with them.

So he did the only thing he could think of, and went to a mostly private area and started smelling his clothes like a weirdo.

Waistcoat, blazer, tie, they were all fine.

His shirt however, was what made him pause.

Oh yeah. This wasn't his.

...

If he stayed there for a minute longer with his friends shirt up against his nose like some sort of serial killer, then that was between him and the seven.

No one else needed to know.

True to his silent promise, he put in the request to riddle to saty another night at Ramshackle and all but ran over there.

He needed to return this ASAP.

But when he actually gets to your little run down dorm, he immediately stumbles on what to do. He didn't bring another shirt with him, so he would be taking your clothes either way.

Ace briefly considers turning back.

Ace then remembers its almost curfew and he'd have to face the wrath of one riddle rosehearts if he actually went back to the dorm.

Deuce can cover for him.

He better cover for him or ace was gonna snitch on him for eating an entire tart after he smoked weed with that epel kid.

Oh look, more blackmail! Nice.

And so, mind officially made up, he walked (strutted) up to the front door and knocked on it three times.

Inside, he could he the who knows how old staircase creak as you rushed down, and he could smell the savory scent of those weird sandwich things that you liked cooking.

("Perfect, what the hell is that?")

"..."

"You don't know what a taco is?")

Ace could feel himself smile.

Yeah, he made the right choice coming here.

The door swung open and that belief solidified.

That food smelled glorious.

Ace swears, whoever invented those taco sandwich thing is a damn genius.

And you looked ok he guessed.

You were still in your school pants, always eing a little too lazy to switch those out for regular ones when the last bell rang, but you did replace your shirt and blazer with a soft, expensive looking sweater that probably came from Crewel.

Crewel had taken pity on you in the first week of school and agreed to tutor you after class. And then you ended up teaching him about one of your friends dogs, whose specific breed didn't exist here.

From that point on, it was pretty clear that everyone's number one nightmare teacher had a favorite. Although you swore up and down you never got any special treatment.

Ace looked at the sweater again.

Yeah. Ok yuu. Ok.

You gave a little lazy smile and waved him in, not bothering to make sure he followed as you made your way towards the kitchens.

Judging from the lack of noise in there, Grim not included, you were alone tonight, which Ace could only sigh in relief about.

Sometimes, at least once a week, he would see Jade and Ruggie either walking around the dorm one second and then somehow seeing him in the kitchen the next (Jade), or rummaging through your spice drawer as you pretended not to notice the few extra jars of chili powder that mysteriously went missing afterwards (Ruggie).

He never knew why you never stopped him. You had less money than he did for sevens sake!

Ace never dared to ask these questions to you out loud though, just accepted that you were disgustingly nice and moved on with his day.

Now, he was grateful that you were so disgustingly nice, because this food was amazing.

There were plates and bowls in the middle of the table, all filled with some type of food.

A big plate of tacos that were stuffed to the brim with different kinds of meats and vegetables and cheese.

A bowl of tomato rice, which ace watched grim barely hold back from lunging at.

A bowl of mashed beans with melted cheese on top, which ace didn't touch, he was sure they were good! But he just didn't eat them that night.

And all kinds of other foods that he didn't try to pronounce. It was in some language that the schools translation spell didn't work on.

Aces plate was loaded, and you sat right across from him, Grim eating on the other side of the table. The room was warm. Everything smelled nice. He could see the garden you and Jack were attempting to grow just outside the window that was once broken in.

It all felt so...nice.

He think this is where it started.

Because you never did get that shirt back.

Ace knows what's going on. It took him a minute to come to terms with the fact that you were a boy, the fact he liked boys, but he knew what was going on.

He'd had a girlfriend once, he knew what he was feeling.

And he didn't know what to do with it.

Ace didn't want romance right now. He wanted to run wild, as wild as he could with Riddle around every corner. He wanted to pull pranks, he wanted to puss off deuce, he wanted to learn how to use his magic, and he wanted to make friends.

He wanted you to be friends. You don't even have a guaranteed time left here. So why, why was he catching feelings?

...it fine. It's all fine. He can shove this down and ignore it.

He tells himself he'll just ignore it.

Ignore it while he sleeps just beside your bed.

Ignore it while you (even rarely) get to have dinner alone.

Ignore it while he steals a sweater or two, sweaters you didn't get from Crewel.

Ignore it while he riffles in your drawers looking for that bottle of cologne that got him so many compliments, the cologne that you also wore.

...Ace sighed.

He really sucked at lying to himself like this.

.

.

.

"I just don't know where it's going. I don't use that much, do I?", you weren't really desperate for an answer, you were just getting confused.

You only used that cologne on your wristes and your neck, with a occasional sprits one a shirt if you were trying to make an impression, which, you never really were.

So where the hell was it all going?

Vil just pursed his lips and leaned back from where he sat across from you. Sighing like he always did when he didn't have an answer but could just feel it on the tip of his tongue.

"I don't know what to tell you, I'd be happy to lend you some of mine, for a few favors, of don't look at me like that, just look after epel for a few hours while I'm not there and we're good"

You sighed.

"I don't need to borrow any, thanks, it's not that big of a deal, I just want to know if Grim is dumping it or one of the guys is using it or something"

Vil blinked. Like something in his brain just clicked into place.

"I could...ask Rook to look into it.."

"...Did you just make a pun?"

[novella-november]

heh... first day.... almost three thousand words.... in class... instead of paying attention...

like I'm happy I was writing but please do you have any hints of how to contain the artistic muse? Or more accurately the ADHD?

My best thing to say to contain the muse is to jot down keywords, phrases, and ideas as they come to you so you don't forget them, and try to wait until you're in full free time to unleash them!

Inspiration always strikes me at the inopportune moment, so I try to have a pen, sharpie, or my phone with me so I can quickly jot down a sentence fragment -- some real world examples are

"fake death w blue jolly rancher"

and

".... Meat plants"

If you're in school and you're excited to write, try to contain it to times between classes, or after you have finished your work, or try to treat it as a reward for when you've finished your homework, or use a timer and work on homework for half an hour, then write for half an hour, on and off until you're finished your school work for the day, then you can write to your heart's content!

Just try to keep track of time with alarms and try to head to bed at a proper time, as hard as it can be sometimes, ADHD already causes sleep problems, so try to do what you can to mitigate that so your quality of life isn't suffering for your writing!

One thing that helped my sleep quality, other than not being in school anymore (best feeling in the world, ngl) is to avoid major sources of caffeine any time after 3pm or 4pm, and if you truly are a night owl who doesn't fall asleep before midnight.... Instead of forcing yourself to sleep (or attempt to sleep) before 10pm, see what kind of schedule works for you and your work/school schedule?

If you work at 9am, what time do you need to be up to be on time? How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? Can you get a decent amount (preferably 8 or more) hours before then, and what time do you have to actually go to bed to achieve that, even if its not the (neuro)Typical™ Bedtime?

I don't go to bed until 12am about 99% of the time.

I can usually wake up at 8am when its summer and light comes in naturally through my window, but if I don't have anything in the morning to do I usually sleep til 10am during fall and winter when its dark out more than usual (or too cold to get up in the morning in a house without heat, but that's less of an issue now).

So, tips for dealing with ADHD:

Try to restrain yourself to bullet points, sentence fragments, and keywords when you're engaged in work or school, something that will quickly remind you of what you were inspired

Don't lose your notes! Immediately put handwritten ones in your pocket or snap a picture of them on your phone.

Try to keep to a reasonable bedtime, and if reasonable bedtimes never worked for you, do some math to see if you can rework your morning schedule to see if a delayed bedtime and thus delayed wake time can help you.

Try to plan out your day to keep writing to set aside free time, and fill in gaps between classwork or work; if you ride a schoolbus to work, try writing on your phone on the ride to and from school, or if you walk, try using a dictation or speech to text app to write while you travel.

I can't recommend trying to dictate your novel while you are driving, but I am also incapable of driving on a normal basis because of AuDHD and anxiety so that just might be me being overcautious.

[newobsessioneveryweek]

You have an story idea where Travis dies !

Tell me more 👀 (even though it makes me so sad when one of the full siblings die 😭, like Fred and George Weasley. Only reason I liked that the Stolls are background characters is that Rick didn’t thought it was necessary to kill of them, my heart would have been broken)

That's so valid😭😂 Rick, keep them alive so we can give them the spotlight ourselves. No deaths required, stay back Riordan!

Okay okay okay! I'm so glad you asked, Coco!

This idea has gone through several very tragic iterations and all of them are still equally eligible to be written :]

But the one that started it all goes as follows:

Like I said in the previous post where I mentioned the idea, this takes place before and during the TOA series

After the Battle with Gaea, Connor has a nightmare of Travis dying in some huge battle

This happens literally the night before Travis has to leave for college

Connor begs him on his knees to stay but Travis just reassures him that everything is fine and that there's no need to worry about the war anymore

Reluctantly Connor lets him go.

So Travis goes to college (in New Rome because I cannot be arsed to do my research on American universities and because it's convenient for the plot. VERY convenient indeed)

Connor feels infinitely more secure knowing he's brother is safe in a protected area and doesn't have to fight monsters all the time out in the mortal world

He's still sad that he's gone and goes through the mourning period as one does when your person is snatched from you by the cruelties of adulthood

But after that he's less moody and depressed

That is until that nightmare returns after a few weeks and this time it's way more vivid and terrifying

This happens out of nowhere too!

Just, one night, all of a sudden, BAM! Your brother is going to die horribly in battle and you won't even be there to say goodbye

Obvious panic attack ensues

He calls Travis via IM and he answers. This occurs during the witching hour (aka, go-tf-to-sleep o'clock) so Travis wakes up with the full intent to tell his brother to piss off because he's got a huge test at 8AM and needs to sleep

But then he notices the clear distress on his brother's face and changes course

Connor tells him about the dream and Travis does his best to comfort him

Does the whole "the war is over", "no, no monsters have appeared at all", "yes everything is fine and I'm fine and nothing bad is going to happen here ever" spiel and finally Connor calms down and goes back to sleep

But the nightmares keep happening

Connor keeps calling his brother

Travis keeps doing his best to calm him down

But it's getting tiring so after a week of this he decides "fuck it, I'm never sleeping again.”

He stays awake for three whole days, much to the dislike of literally everyone

He barely eats more than what is necessary to keep him alive

At one point Will tries to drug him

At another he has Clovis knock him out

*This idea coincides/collaborates with another fic I've got on the old to-do list btw. That fic begins here. I shan't explain it but basically Connor, Will, and Nico go on a quest :]

When they get back it's to communications being down

When the dream happens again Connor is convinced it's more than a dream and tried to call his brother

It doesn't go through

Connor decides "fuck it" again and breaks into the Big House to use Chiron's phone

This doesn't work either and Chiron catches him in the living room in a state of sheer terror and asks what's going on

Connor tells him everything that happened in his dream/vision and Chiron tries to convince him that it was just a nightmare

Neither of them believe that but Connor lets it go and instead opts to panic in silence because Chiron clearly isn't helping

He tries IMs again in the morning but still nothing

He is now in a perpetual bad mood

Then people start disappearing

Cecil disappears

Everything in life sucks

Then Apollo shows up!

They find Cecil but now he is this 🤏🏻 close to just taking the Grey Sisters' taxi to California to bring Travis back to camp but Chiron reminds him that he has a responsibility to his cabin as their councillor and he stays

After all, he can't have a repeat of what just happened to Cecil

TOA happens. The Tyrant's Tomb takes place

Travis… dies in the battle at New Rome

Apollo mentions in the book that he remembered the faces and names of everyone who died in the battle or something like that

And he notices a familiar face among the casualties

And realises he has a call to make now that communications are up and running

He chickens out and IMs Will instead to deliver the message

The following interaction ensues (basically)

Apollo: Can you pass on a message to Connor--

Will: Oh, Connor? He's right here!

Apollo, panicking: Oh, no, actually, it can wait--

Will, calling Connor over: Connor, it's for you!

Connor, leaning into the frame: Oh! Hi, Apollo! Will said you wanted to tell me something? Oh, wait, are you at New Rome? Is Travis around? Can you tell him to call me when he's not busy?

Oh boy

What's the worst mental breakdown you've ever experienced? *Insert here*

There's no happy-go-lucky way to end this but the absolute best thing I can do to soften the heart-wrenching angst of such content is to summon forth the Chthonic aspects of Hermes for my own selfish purposes and let Connor say goodbye to his brother or have Nico deliver the message

It's also a huge deal that they would cremate his body at a Roman camp in the Roman tradition and Connor demands that they bring his body home so they can say goodbye properly because Travis is Greek! He's Greek! He's not supposed to be there and it's so unfair that they get to say goodbye to him. Why do they get to see him off and not him? They're strangers! They're not even his real family-- not even his brother! Why can't Connor say goodbye?

Connor says all this during his breakdown btw because fuck if that's not true

Imagine not even being able to do the proper funeral rites for your own brother

Imagine some randoms from another culture take that away from you

I would be pissed

Also, Will is a very supportive friend in the midst of this

In another iteration Connor never tells Travis about the dream so when it actually comes true he convinces himself that he killed his brother

That he should have warned him about the battle

That if he had told him Travis would have come back or he could have prepared better or the whole thing could have been avoided in some way

In yet another iteration

Apollo doesn't share the news until after he gets his godhood back

In yet another iteration, Apollo doesn't share the news at all! Percy and Annabeth do

They find out what happened when they get to New Rome themselves after their quest

Please let me know what you think☺️ and thank you for taking an interest in my ideas my friend 🫶🏻🩷

[manicpixie-tieflingboyfriend]

Not enough Wyllyam Ravengard filth out there I need to do my part so Aerdir is getting the dd (Duke dick) treatment this fine 8am

(yes it took me 2 and a half hours to finish this leave me alone)

So going back to the blowjob to wake up a partner post, I think it would be appropriate and fitting if it were the first thing they Ever did together.

Aerdir isn't hypersexual during the events of the game for a lot of reasons that mainly deal with his past, but him and Wyll take a lot of slow steps to get there, and one of them, perhaps, is they sleep in the nude one night. Nothing crazy, no accidental heated moments, just a couple kisses and getting used to seeing each other naked, because I feel like that's a super underrated intimacy thing! Like you've NEVER seen someone naked before your first time? Why?? Walk around nudist style for a week get obsessed first!

anyway. coughcough.

Aerdir probably feels a little bad that the first time they do just lay around nude he's automatically thinking he wants to fuck this guy so bad. But they already have a relationship, that's a normal want! He doesn't get why he feels bad. Maybe it's because Wyll has to get used to his body again. Maybe he feels undesirable. That's something Aerdir struggles with too.... He wants to fix that.

So he brings it up the next time they lay together, that he wants to make Wyll feel desired. Wyll surprises him by saying he already does, because being with Aerdir is already enough to make anyone feel wanted with how often Aerdir insists on kissing him and wrapping his tail around him. Aerdir just sits there, blushing like mad, but declares his point stands, and Wyll gives him permission to do whatever he wants to do, whenever.

"Surprise me, no matter what it is, as long as it's you I will feel as desired as always."

Aerdir grumbles about it but once Wyll is fast asleep he makes his move, shifting away slowly enough that Wyll doesn't wake up. Settling between his legs and nudging them apart to help himself. To Aerdir, Wyll is perfect, all the ridges and bumps that Wyll was worried about remind him of his own, leading Aerdir to kiss every single one.

He takes Wyll's cock into his mouth with a little more eagerness than even he had expected to, and the fact that it fits perfectly without threatening to gag him, it's just heavy enough as it slowly starts to get hard from the attention.

Just as he starts to pull off, Wyll's hand slips into his hair with a sigh, his one eye half open to watch. His legs open just a little more to give Aerdir more room, but it doesn't last very long because soon enough Wyll's hips are rocking, his hand is holding Aerdir by the hair just a little tighter, full on fucking his mouth. Aerdir relaxes into much to his own surprise, not used to being with someone like this, where it feels like both of them are actually enjoying it.

Aerdir keeps himself as still as he can, but he moves with Wyll's thrusts and gets a little more eager too, sucking when he can, groaning because Wyll is starting to leak out precum and the taste of it has his hands clinging to Wyll like a lifeline. They both get lost in it, Wyll going a little harder, faster, fucking Aerdir's mouth and just barely reaching his throat, but it's perfect.

When he finally gets close enough that he's going to come he gives Aerdir's hair a little tug, but Aerdir stays right where he is. He wants to be a little greedy, he wants it for himself for once, and that coupled with the look Aerdir gives Wyll sends Wyll over the edge, coming in Aerdir's mouth and down his throat. Aerdir swallows every bit of it like he's starved for it, and Wyll has to actually work to get Aerdir off of him so that they don't look so.. conspicuous when the others wake up.

They end up doing this often, sometimes Wyll does it to Aerdir, eating him out with a slow kind of reverence, and the first time they do that they get fussed at because Aerdir is loud. He definitely gets gagged, and even then both Gale AND Shadowheart have to put a silence ward over Wyll's tent.

[umbrella-academy-hcs]

Hc that if they were at a hotel Diego and Luther wouldn't be able to figure out how to work the waffle machine, Viktor would sleep in until Luther woke him up by bringing a plate up to him, Klaus would spill syrup all over himself, Five would wake up at 3 am, wander around, and go sleep by the pool for some reason, and Allison would probably want to sleep in with viktor, but would wake up early because her brothers were being such dumbasses and making so much noise

Oh yeah absolutely

They would be absolutel menaces in a hotel

I feel like they would end up getting a room that's built for a max of four people which leaves two two-people beds for people to share

Luther is immediately subjected to sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag because he's too big for anyone to sleep with and Viktor offers to be the second one to sleep on the floor to keep a full war from breaking out

Allison and Diego immediately agree they'll be sleeping in the same bed which leaves Five and Klaus on the other bed

Allison is heard at one point telling Diego he is not allowed to keep knives on the bed

Luther has at least once hit his head walking through the door because the doorframe isn't tall enough

A few times one of the siblings was locked out of the room both accidentally and purposefully

Allison bans everyone from the tv after everyone argues over what to watch and ends up hiding the remote

Five, Allison, and Viktor are incredibly neat with their luggage and Luther is semi-neat but seems to lose something new every day

Meanwhile Klaus and Diego have shit everywhere, literally everywhere, but swear they won't lose anything (this is a lie they both, in fact, lose multiple things)

Klaus misplaces his keycard the second he gets it

Klaus is the absolute dead last to wake up and groans all morning because he's not a morning person and would rather wake up at 3pm than 8am

Five also isn't a morning person but he does manage to wake up early, he just threatens everyone more than normal and immediately makes himself coffee

When they leave Allison triple-checks the room with Viktor to make sure they didn't lose anything while Diego swears they didn't leave anything and just wants to leave already

Klaus gets in the car and right before they leave he realizes he left something in the lobby and runs back to get it

[diovstheworld]

La Squadra and Self Care

this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long so it’s time to finally post lmaooo. self care, hygiene, what they smell like, how they relax. a whole bunch of stuff. honestly they’re more just like personal life headcanons for the boys but oh wellll. enjoy! also i’m working on requests and stuff, i’m just so busy with class work and some things going on in my personal life i’m sorry </3

୨ ╭ ୨୧ ✦ ︶꒷꒦・⎯⎯・⎯⎯・₊ˎ✧๑

Illuso:

self care king honestly

in terms of hygiene, this guy showers twice a day, three times if hes around or has the time

face mask before bed every second night and has a morning and evening skincare routine

often likes to reward himself at the end of the week with a nice bath surrounded by some scented candles. this is his favourite way to relax

has a very strict sleep schedule. if you wake him up before 8am and it’s not important, he will fight you lmao

his hair is of most importance so takes great care of it. he washes it very regularly and loves to brush it until it’s silky smooth

he will not leave the house with any knots in his hair. for this reason, he takes a hairbrush with him in case he has to brush it whilst gone

he smells like his shampoo tbh. like some sort of floral scented shampoo

he’s always making use of body sprays and colognes too. normally also floral scented

to relax, aside from a nice bath, he likes to sit down and read people’s horoscopes. he probably keeps some sort of horoscope journal so he likes to fill that out too

sometimes he’ll play video games with formaggio and some of the other guys

Formaggio:

honestly i can’t unsee that one part where he doesn’t wash his hands after going to the bathroom so this man is…questionable with his hygiene

showers when he remembers or can be bothered

applies way too much deodorant and probably reeks of lynx africa

that being said, he probably puts on cologne sometimes

he doesn’t have a routine to be honest. just a shower and deodorant and he’s probably good to go. cologne if he remembers it or the situation requires it

illuso and proscuitto have probably tried to persuade him to do face masks and skin care routines with them but he always tells them it’s a waste of time lmao

people buy him fancy shower gels and stuff for christmas and he doesn’t take the hint. he continues to use the lynx africa shower gel that came in a set with his deodorant

all jokes aside i think he would shower when he knows he’s unclean or personally feels unclean

always taking breaks for his mental state, most likely playing video games. it’s his escape. he enjoys playing them with ghiaccio and melone

he often stays up late doing so but this man will ALWAYS catch up on his sleep lmaooo. he’ll probably be napping at the worst possible times due to a messed up sleep schedule

also likes to relax by crocheting little hats for his cat <3

also uses 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash (nothing wrong with it btw, i just definitely see him using it)

Prosciutto:

has amazing self care, this man definitely has a big self care routine (partly because he’s worried grateful dead will have a negative effect on his appearance)

definitely showers every day, maybe even twice a day

i think he would use a bit of hair products like spray or gel so i think he’d be the kind of guy who washes his hair everyday otherwise it’s gonna be really clogged up there with all that hair product lmaooo. sometimes just simply washes it with water, other times he’s using shampoo and conditioner

also uses a lot of cologne. never leaves the house without it. he’d rather be caught dead than not have on his favourite scent

speaking of what he smells like, i haven’t smelled many men’s cologne, but i do know i love the smell of tom ford noir and i can picture him wearing this

also leaning into the whole what he smells like thing, he probably has a faint whiff of tobacco from him. it lingers on his clothes but not in a pungent, unpleasant way. it’s more comforting and has become part of his natural scent alongside his cologne :) he makes sure he doesn’t reek of cigarettes

he probably has a lot of colognes (probably gets them as birthday and christmas gifts when no one knows what else to get him). he also probably has a lot of skin care items

speaking of skin care, he definitely has a routine he does every morning and night for sure. he hates it when his skin starts to feel rough in the slightest. also shaves often for this reason. he hates the feeling of hair on his face

will take time for himself by stepping away and going to read, he’ll probably do a face mask while doing so lmao

on the whole sleep schedule thing, this man goes to bed at 11pm. maybe 10:30pm if he’s extra sleepy. he’ll only stay up late if a job requires it

not exactly self care but i just wanted to include the headcanon that pros carries a tiny little foldaway comb in his suit jacket pocket at all times

i also think he’s the kind of guy who sings in the shower lmaooo. he likes to sing heart of glass by blondie (i’m going to make a post on my music headcanons for la squadra but it’s gonna be a little messy and all over the place in terms of what i think the guys would listen to sooo that post might be a while away lmaooo)

Risotto:

just like prosciutto and illuso, he has his own morning routine. doesn’t have a skin care routine per se but he definitely uses face creams and such when he remembers or has the time

also a man who showers daily

he doesn’t bother too much about his hair unlike pros and illuso since his hair is kept under his hat anyway

that being said, he does wash it regularly. he gets irritated when he knows it feels unclean

he mostly relaxes by reading and listening to music. he also likes crime novels but often finds them rather cliche and can work out everything before the end of the book

also listens to music a lot while doing things like paperwork or other activities that don’t require him listening to his surroundings. music is a big comfort for risotto for sure

i feel like he often struggles to sleep so he often uses sounds he finds relaxing to get to sleep (mostly rainforest noises)

i have a shower song for risotto too unfortunately and it’s pour some sugar on me by def leppard :,)

i think he’s definitely got the cleanliness part nailed down but he’s not so good at relaxing since he’s always so busy so he’s probably not the best at self care

he’s always getting lectured by the other guys to take a break and take some time to himself for a while because honestly, he often forgets to take any time for himself

Ghiaccio:

firstly, he definitely relaxes by playing video games and reading comic books. he loved to escape in stuff like that

i also feel like he relaxes by cleaning for some reason. like, he finds it very satisfying and calming to clean up his room while he listens to some music in his headphones and blocks out the shenanigans of all the other guys lmaooo

as for his levels of cleanliness, i can see him being a very clean man in all aspects

just like pros and illuso, he showers at least twice a day. however, unlike pros and illuso, he probably uses like a 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash. i can imagine him wondering (more like ranting) about why you would buy two individual products for more money when you can have the two products in one and save money

despite melone's efforts to try and change ghiaccio's ways, ghiaccio does not have a facial care routine in terms of things like moisturizers

he does, however, take care of his skin more now than he ever did due to constant outbreaks of spots so i can definitely see him at least using some sort of fancy face wash, even if he does refuse to do any other parts of a skincare routine

Pesci:

first of all, this boy likes watching slime videos to relax. he finds the noises very relaxing!

also likes to watch tik toks to take a break from the world

just like his big bro, he has a very good self care routine! he has a very similar one in fact

has a skin care routine and normally follows alongside prosciutto to make sure he’s doing it right

sometimes joins in the face masks

also he smells of apple shampoo! the smell is very comforting to him <3

other ways he likes to relax is by doodling. he’s not necessarily great at art but doing little doodles makes him happy. i totally think he would have his own OCs for the different media he consumes (he’s just like me fr)

also likes to read to relax! he often reads comic books and gets a lot of recommendations from ghiaccio and borrows them from him often

if he can’t fall asleep on his own, he sometimes goes to formaggio or ghiaccio’s room and falls asleep watching them play their video games

but for the most part he has a strict bedtime set for himself to ensure he gets the sleep he needs

Melone:

loves getting his nails done

also likes doing other peoples nails to help them relax too

just like prosciutto and illuso, this guy also has a good self care routine in terms of skin care and hygiene

also part of the face mask gang. i can imagine melone, illuso and prosciutto have a little self care night doing each others nails and doing face masks and having a good little gossip

part of the night owl gang. he stays up late often playing games with formaggio and ghiaccio though he probably is the first one to cave in and go to bed

again, i think he would like to read. he definitely has a stack of books at his bedside that he’s desperately trying to get through when he has the time

i think he would also have a floral scent to him. illuso often accuses of stealing his shampoo or body sprays because the smell is so similar

very sensitive to light when he’s trying to sleep. even the tiniest little bit of light sneaking through the curtains will disturb him so he sleeps with an eye mask over his eyes

Sorbet and Gelato

as per usual, i don’t have many headcanons for these guys but whatever they do, fully expect them to be joined at the hip

i mean they’re brushing their teeth in the bathroom together, they’re doing their skincare routines in sync

they shower separately but they do enjoy having baths together. in fact, this is probably their ideal way to relax

they definitely like to paint each other’s nails too when they have the time. the second any one of them has a chip in the polish, they’re taking it off and redoing it for sure

they also like to snuggle up on the sofa together with a blanket sharing the same book as they read together <3

[sleepingdeath-light]

celebrating valentine’s day hcs ; vincent (18+)

requested by ; anonymous (23/02/23)

fandom(s) ; five nights at freddy’s

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; vincent / fanon purple guy / old fnaf purple guy

outline ; “I hope this isn’t too weird of a request but, I see you know FNAF fandom!

I’m am sure you probably know who Vincent is? Like the FNAF fandom’s purple guy? They have him his own personality and appearance and everything!

I was wondering if you knew of Vincent (which I guess you can cal him William afton since we now know that’s his name) and if so can I request headcanons of him and cis female reader for Valentine’s Day with a little bit of spicy at the end? It and be headcanon or whatever you want, really! I just don’t see many people writing for him nowadays.

(Also sorry people keep spamming you with same requests, it’s been happening with other writers here lately and I feel your pain 🥲)”

warning(s) ; a bit of spicy content — rated smutty as it references sex acts

note ; as vincent is his own distinct character to william i have separated them in my masterlist and this piece is focussing on vincent specifically

note 2 ; yes this is massively late and out of season, but hush!

valentine’s day started later in the day for the two of you — with vincent not getting home until well after 8am (working until 6 and then doing god knows what until 8)

you slept in until midday, slowly waking up in stages between 12 and 1 — alternating between muttering nonsense and doing lazy, half-asleep sexual stuff (sex, oral, etc.)

then once the two of you had come to terms with being awake — you first, vincent doesn’t wake easy — you resigned yourselves with getting up and went about your routine

brushing your teeth, having a quick shower (and shower sex followed by another actual shower because vincent can’t help himself), getting dressed in fresh pyjamas and going downstairs to make breakfast

you had the usual staples (all sorts of toast, pancakes, waffles, fruit and so on) — which you took care of as your boyfriend is a terrible cook — and you exchanged your cards whilst you ate

snorting over the terrible jokes vincent wrote in his, rolling your eyes at his endless innuendos and raising an eyebrow at the small smear of blood on the envelope — to which he shrugged dismissively, mentioning something about having to get it after his shift and a paper cut

he insisted on reading your card out loud, using dramatic gestures and silly voices to mock you as you hushed him — before he finished, took another sip of his hot coffee, pecked you on the lip and thanked you

then he washed up and you fetched the presents, which you opened in the living room with the news on in the background (at vincent’s suggestion, for some reason)

you tire open layer after layer of wrapping paper and cut upon wonky cardboard boxes until each of you got to your presents

for you, vincent got you a bottle of your favourite perfume, a bouquet of paper flowers and a small bear with embroidery related to an inside joke (it wasn’t a commission he just stumbled across it — he does not have the money for that)

and vincent, in return, received the new jacket he’d been eyeing up for months and a handmade collection of ‘vouchers’ for various things he enjoys in the bedroom (no expiration date, of course)

the two of you so caught up in your gifts and the celebration that you didn’t catch the way his smile widened when a report of a new missing child came up on the tv — nor did you hear the report itself

and as he’d taken the day off for once, the two of you got to spend the better part of the afternoon and evening together — spending it as couples do

cooking together (read: him pestering you and getting in the way whilst you cooked)

dancing clumsily when your favourite song came on the radio

making out and going further on every surface you could until you were too exhausted to continue

not stopping until both of you were overstimulated and groggy and then you finally drifted off to sleep

until you’d had each other every way you could manage (anal, oral, vaginal, boob jobs, thigh jobs/thigh riding, fingering, hand jobs, etc. etc.)

until all you could do is pant and whimper and gasp

until you were both content with a holiday well spent

[formsofcontinuity]

chapters 1, 2, and 3 (or, all earlier chaps on AO3)

chapter 4: calling birds

Lena wakes up the morning of Wednesday, December 28th with two hundred and twenty-seven new Twitter followers and over three thousand mentions. There’s also a 2am text from Kara, just Good night, Lena <3, which does nothing to explain Lena’s sudden surge in social media popularity but does serve to warm her cheeks for a minute or two. She's a fool. A simple good night, and it has her blushing like a schoolgirl.

It takes a little digging, Lena still propped in bed in soft pajamas under an even softer duvet, but eventually she finds the source, a tweet from Kara's official publicity account, timestamped 2:17am:

@therealsupergirl: Always happy to serve the people of NC ofc, but have you checked out what @lenaluthor is doing lately @LLFoundation #lenaluthorfoundation? Low-cost water purifiers? High efficiency solar power generators? Safe plastics recycling? She's the real MVP--show her some love! 💙♻️❤️

What follows is a collection of some of the kindest tweets she's ever had directed towards her, most from complete strangers. Sure, there's a wayward screed or two, but of the few dozen she reads before she looks at the time and realizes she has to get up so she can be ready for an 8am Zoom call with a coalition of East Coast investors, eager to donate prior to the New Year for the tax write-off, the vast majority are complementary.

@piratelifeforme: Wow! I spent all morning reading about what @LLFoundation is up to and I had NO IDEA. Do yourself a favor and check it out, then get on board this train. Superheroes are one thing, but humans have the power to help fix this mess we made, too.

@greenplanetnow: yes @therealsupergirl, you're right! The #lenaluthorfoundation cleaned up a massive water contamination issue in my town after months of unanswered calls to the gov. They did it without asking for a cent, but almost no one reported on it. Not all heroes wear capes. 🙏🏾

@drclimatewatch: As one of the scientists following @lenaluthor 's work, I can verify: her Foundation's charter and her team's innovations truly can revolutionize environmental science. We've wasted too much time on petty rumors when we should be supporting her as a brilliant engineer.

Even Sam has retweeted Kara's message, absent her usual snark.

@samarias: Damn straight, @therealsupergirl! @lenaluthor is not only the smartest woman on the planet, but also a great boss and a true friend who will go to hell and back to do the right thing no matter what people think of her.

The investors on the 8am call are more generous than Lena expected, having thoroughly read her Foundation's report and expressing genuine excitement over the work she's doing. They don't mention Supergirl's tweet, but Lena knows it influenced their level of enthusiasm.

Daniel, her Foundation's head of publicity, calls at 9:30, barreling past Lena’s apologies to assure her that he's thrilled to trade in a couple of his vacation days to help navigate this sudden windfall.  After that, she migrates from her home office to the Foundation office and spends the next few hours on the phone with department heads and her research team strategizing ways to capitalize on the good press wrought by Kara's tweet. By noon, Daniel has fielded calls from twenty-six news outlets, local, national and international, and issued a press release thanking Supergirl for her generous endorsement and directing interested parties to the Foundation's robust website, white papers, and quarterly reports. 

"Want me to help craft your personal response?" Lena's social media manager, Rochelle, is on the phone now. Lena's name is trending, for a good reason for the first time in forever, and she's long since stopped trying to keep track of her mentions. 

"Pardon?"

Rochelle had been typing in the background of their call, but now the clacking pauses. "I had your Foundation account respond several hours ago, but I imagine you want to respond personally, too. Right?"

Oh. Of course, Lena wants to respond personally, but none of the things she's thinking are fit for public consumption. She's pretty sure a declaration of love would shift the conversation in counterproductive ways, for example. Same with asking Kara via tweet about last night's kiss. And then there are the things she wants to say but can't put into words. A wellspring of gratitude. Overwhelming affection. Anxiety about living up to Kara's public declaration of support. Confusion over Kara's decision to tweet that support to the world and to call on her followers to do the same.

"Thanks, Rochelle. Everything you're doing is great. I've been swamped, but I absolutely plan to respond. I think I can manage to come up with something on my own. Is there anything else? I have another call."

"All good, Ms. Luthor. Let me know if you change your mind."

It's a lie. There's no other call, but she needs a moment to think. She needs to talk to Kara. Not tweet at her, just talk. 

Almost immediately, she loses her nerve, the possibilities of all the directions their conversation could go swirling in her mind. Texting seems like a safe compromise, although she bungles it pretty much out of the gate.

Sorry I didn’t message before now. I’m being besieged with tweets for some reason.... 

The reply is immediate. Oh no. Are you mad? 🥺 I just wanted everyone to know how awesome you are. And I wanted you to hear it from them, too, since you never believe me when I say it. 

Lena is not very good at this–gratitude or friendship or whatever social minefield this is that Kara is clearly so much better at navigating. The idea that Kara could possibly think she’d be mad for something so sweet hurts her heart. 

Not mad at all! Sorry. That text was supposed to be – What? Coy? Flirtatious? Funny? It was clearly none of those things; she lands on – thankful. I was just so surprised.

A good surprise?

A lovely surprise, yes.

<3

Lena allows herself a few minutes, then, just to sit and text her best friend, without worrying too much about everything else. She tells her about waking up to the Twitter mentions, about the new investments, about how Daniel and Rochelle were so excited they both offered independently to defer part of their vacation time to help her wrangle media requests and publicity. She doesn't tell her how warm the messages from thousands of people made her feel, that those completely unknown to her might be affected by what she’s done, for good this time, that other people might actually have cause to like and respect her. 

In the end, she settles for a Streetcar Named Desire joke.

I have never depended on the kindness of strangers, Kara.

Kara doesn’t miss a beat. You don’t strike me as a Blanche anyway. Did it feel good, this one time?

Leave it to Kara to cut to the chase. 

It did. Thank you.

My pleasure. 

Lena’s phone beeps. Daniel needs her to talk to some new potential investors in a half hour and has sent along their portfolio. 

I have to go. I’m so sorry.

It's ok. I know you're busy.

Thanks to you, even more so than usual. 😂

Haha. I didn’t think that one through, did I? 

I don’t mind, Kara. I’m thrilled the Foundation is making a difference. 

I mind! When are you going to find time for me if you’re mobbed by all your other adoring fans? 

Lena looks hard at her phone. All your other adoring fans. She could go for teasing deflection or affectionate sincerity in her response, and vacillates for a moment between the two. 

You know you're my favorite. I should have time after tomorrow’s press conference? Coffee? 

I’d love that. 

Before Lena turns to the files Daniel sent, she pulls up Twitter on her computer, and quickly fires off a response before she can talk herself out of it, posting it, with only a hint of trepidation, for all the world to see. 

@lenaluthor:  Thank you all. I want nothing more than to work together to save our planet. It's ours, aliens and humans alike. And Supergirl? I couldn't ask for a better ally or partner, one who challenges and encourages me. Not a day goes by I'm not grateful for you, @therealsupergirl

[haroldtea]

for the give you a fic title ask, I am giving u the lyrics “this one is for the boys (with the booming system)”

ok sorry for ignoring this ask game for days!!!

first of all LMFAOOO not this being my 2nd fic w a nicki minaj lyric as the song title

ok for a fic w this title i would do a college au where zuko and sokka live next door to each other on the same floor. sokka has a fancy speaker system that makes the bass SUPER loud. zuko can hear it through the wall by his bed one night which is of course extremely irritating. it stops before he goes to bed so he just says whatever about it. it starts up again a few nights later, a few hours after zuko goes to bed so it wakes him up. he’s trying to avoid being That Person who goes and knocks on someone’s door and asks them to keep their music down. he’s sure it won’t do any good which will just end up pissing him off more. it IS a friday night on a college campus, he can’t expect everyone to have a quiet night in like him.

but then monday rolls around and the music starts….again. it’s 11pm and zuko has an 8am tomorrow. he’s tired as hell. he decides to knock on the wall. nothing happens. he texts his RA because that’s supposed to be their job. no reply. the music is so loud he can make out some of the words. his anger level has reached capacity. he eventually rips his sheets away, throws the closest shirt on and stomps into the hall and BANGS his fist on the door next to his.

a shirtless guy answers (sokka) who looks wide awake and is smiling like zuko’s just a visitor in the middle of the day. zuko says “i can hear your bass through. my. wall.” and sokka is immediately apologetic, “i’m so sorry, i have a fucked up sleep schedule and i’m always losing track of time. i’ll put headphones in” and zuko is so surprised at the pleasant response (also, shirtless hot guy) that he doesn’t know what to say at first. he settles on a “….ok thanks” and before he turns to leave, sokka says “i like your shirt” and winks and then closes his door. zuko looks down at himself and he’s wearing a britney spears shirt that’s at least a half size too small that he thought he had gotten rid of years ago. by the time he gets back to his room he’s gone bright red but the music has stopped and he falls asleep quickly.

zuko gets home from his classes the next day in the early afternoon and he’s doing homework when all of a sudden “oops i did it again” starts blasting through the wall, just the first verse and chorus, before stopping again.

and so ensues a series of flirting-via-loud-next-door-neighborism and the development of a late night wall-knocking code that culminates in zuko banging on sokka’s door again but for the end goal of getting tugged into the room by his shirt and giving sokka a very, very good reason to turn the music up loud that night. the song is super bass btw

give me a fic title and i’ll tell you what kind of fic i’d write with that title (i think that’s what the game is lol)

[chososcamgirl]

HEYHEYHEY SIGMA IYAAA I JUST FINSIHED MY WORK SO HERES MY OFFICAL DAILY UPDATEEEEE 😈‼️HOW WAS UR DAY SIGMA?? IM PRETTYYY SURE ITS LIKE 8AM RN WHERE UR AT SO RISE AND GRINDDD YK THE DRILL 🙏🔥🐺

ANYWAY HERES THE DAILY YAP

ARNRBEBEBHRBEBEJEBE I HATEEEEE MY ENGLISH REACHER SO MUCH BECAUSE TELL ME WHY I CHECKED MY GRADE AND SEE THAT IM LITERALLY FAILING ENGLISH?? SO I CHECKED TO SEE WHY I WAS FAILING.. NO MISSINF ASSIGMENTS.. As IN ALL MY WORK… WHY AM I FAILING??? I TRIED TO CHECK IN WITH MY GRADEBOOK AND IT DIDNT HAVE A FREAKING REASON RAJHHHH WHY AM I FAILING IF THERE IS NOTHING TO FAIL ME FOR?? I SWEAR SHES JUST MESSING WITH MY GRADE CUS SHE HATES ME.. SHES ALWAYS TARGETING ME IN CLASS TOOO ARHRHRHEBEJEHEH AND I HAVE HER TMRW. UGHHHH IM GONNA START TWEAKINGGGG I HATEEE ENGLISH SMMM SOMEONE GET ME OUTTTTTT… I NEED A BREAK FROM SCHOOL CUS IM ALWAYS SO TIRED AND ITS LITERALLY SO DRAINING BUT IF I GO TO THE COUNSELOR SHES GONNA TRY TO GET ME TO GET A DIAGNOSIS FOR SOMETHING ☹️☹️ AND ALSO I DONT WANT TO MISS CLASS SINCE I WANNA LOCK IN BUT LIKE.. ARGHHH SCHOOL IS SERIOUSLY KILLING MEEEE… NOT MY MOST SIGMA MOMENT RN.. JENENEJEJEBEB ANSWER I LOST MY STUDENT ID… BUT I HOPE UR SKIBIDI BC IF UR SKIBIDI THEN I CAN BASK IN YOUR ALPHANESS (or whatever the saying is) 😈🐺‼️BUT TRUSTTTT NEXT WEEK IS GONNA BE GOOD SINCE ILL BE MANIFESTINF (by BARKING AT THE MOON 🐺🤫🔥)

ALSO I NEED TO KNOW.. (QOTD⁉️⁉️) WHATS UR FAV MOVIE SERIES (not anime) ‼️‼️

KAYKAY HAVE A SKIBIDI ALPHA RIZZLER DAY 😈 BYE LOVE YOU SIGMA ALPHA 🙂‍↕️😘

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HI ALPHA!!🐺🐺

YAYYY i love to see you on ur school grind😈😈🙌🙌 ITS 7:29PM RN!!! sorry for the late reply i was on my sjap grind😓 i think ur sleeping now alpha but when u wake up this will be answered 😈🐺 LETS GET INTO IT

istg ur english teacher is an OPP😒 it would’ve been on sight for her bc WHY IS SHE FAILING YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO MISSING ASSIGNMENTS HELLO?? FOR NO REASON TOO? diabolical work. if this keeps on happening you should def talk to a higher up bc this happened to me in senior year. my eng teacher (who was the head of the department) was like BARELY passing me but the year before that my OTHER english teacher (also was the head of department but she retired that year) had me at the top of her class EVEN AT THE TOP OF THE YEAR LEVEL. like i literally got top of english that year but then when this other teacher came i failed my first assignment like what? istg they mark off of favouritism bc some of the shit i read from my peers that were supposedly marked higher than me was so ass like i’m sorry. but i don’t want that to happen to u so if it continues to happen pls talk to somebody abt it bc it’s actually unfair😭 if they get try to diagnose u with something just know it’ll be 100% sigma😈 you got this!! #lockin!! make the school ur omega🙂‍↕️�� I BELIEVE IN YOU!! i always feel skibidi after i read ur asks so i am skibidi rn which means UR skibidi🫵🫵 HELP NOT THE BARKING AT THE MOON😭 but yes i will also manifest that for u too <3

QOTD ANSWER‼️ hmm my favourite movie series would have to be wait i just looked at netflix i can’t choose just one SO I WILL GIVE U MY TOP 5!!

- alice in borderland (the wait for season 2 WAS SO EXCRUCIATING but so worth it)

- how to get away with murder (SO SO GOOD!!)

- brooklyn nine-nine! (it has a special place in my heart and such a funny show jake peralta i love you)

- pretty little liars (started watching it at the ripe age of 10 and fell in love with it, i revisit it often)

- AND YOU!! (just seasons 1 through 3 bc season 4 was ass lowkey didn’t even finish it😭)

also i want to watch suits but im gonna watch it after i finish bsd :3

TY FOR THIS ALPHA!! TELL ME UR FAVOURITES IN THE NEXT CHECK IN!! I HOPE U HAVE A GOOD DAY WHEN U SEE THIS AND REMEMBER TO MAKE SCHOOL UR OMEGA😈😈 ILY <333

[steamishot]

monday update

a google search tells me there's 51 days before the move. i know i'm emotionally less regulated because of the lack of socialization i get. so, i have to actively tell myself that it's normal to feel all the feelings i'm having due to a major life transition.

i had a full day (can't remember the last time we did this) hang out with S yesterday. right before the hangout, i was getting pensive and sad, thinking about our friendship becoming long-distance, how everything will (permanently) change between us in two months. she's the closest thing i have to family in NYC and i'm grateful to have developed such a close friendship with her. she's also the hardest thing to say goodbye to here.

i'll see her again on friday, and we're planning on a few more hangouts before the move. i'm trying not to view this as a sad countdown to "the last day", but i can tell my emotional guards are up.

i questioned why i feel extra emotional towards this certain transition, in contrast to other milestones i've had previously. my thoughts so far:

leaving NYC feels more permanent. unlike leaving LA temporarily, or graduating from my college apartment, it doesn't feel tangible to revisit (at least not very often). "it's not goodbye, it's see you later" was more believable due to proximity or strong ties.

we spent the last four years building a life here. our apartment is four years in the making and was home this long. we have our routines down. this was my first time being so far away from family and getting a real taste of independence.

on these notes, i'm experiencing some sadness/grief about saying goodbye to this life we created and closing this chapter of our lives.

with age, i've grown more in touch with my feelings and emotions than i was when i was younger.

a lot of alone time; lack of busyness

with my friends in LA, i feel that time is on our side because most if not all of them plan to remain in the socal/CA area for the foreseeable future. this means that ebbs and flows (not being as close for years, and coming back together etc) are normal, because i know that distance by default will keep us at least minimally connected. i didn't really feel sad about leaving friends/family in LA when i moved to nyc, and maybe that was selfish on my part.

S mentioned that she unfortunately calls NYC home. she feels its unfortunate because this city is like revolving doors and it's hard to get too attached to people. a number of her friends are planning on moving away or unsure about settling down there.

couples therapy: i have lowkey been feeling unsettled about this move together because of our differences in feelings towards it. once the initial joy wore off after receiving the pasadena job offer, matt became overwhelmed/very anxious rather than excited about transitioning from one city to another and relearning everything at a new hospital.

although some anxiety about the uncertainty is reasonable, i felt that his level of anxiety was clouding everything and concerning, considering going back to LA was seemingly a shared goal. i felt lonely being excited for our future, when he was more focused on his fears and anxiety of the unknowns (exclusively about his career). this didn't really improve after weeks of trying to talk about it. i decided to schedule an appointment on friday with a therapist on regain to discuss this further. TBD.

habits: it's been a long time, but i have finally almost finished the atomic habits book. using the guidelines of this book, i will try to make reading a more continuous habit. the book basically teaches to make good habits more attractive, easier/less resistant, and more rewarding. in contrast, make bad habits less attractive, more resistant, and not rewarding. also, every effort counts no matter how small.

one good habit i finally have been doing is waking up earlier! this definitely may be dependent on what season it is, but it's been easy to wake up around 7:30-8am these days. i've been going to ceramics when they open at 10am (also get to walk outside when it's not as hot yet), and get in a session before starting work.

i'm also starting to wear my apple watch again, after not doing so for half a year+.

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Thursday November 9th

6am Woke up really well rested! Good!

Got sad when I saw I didn't have any messages overnight. CBT: This is your anxiety plugging emotions into nothing. Nothing has transpired, there's no real reason to feel anxiety, the anxiety is only coming from inside you.

Why hasn't he texted you? He's sleeping and he's a POS you don't need that controlling your energy. You can't control what he does. Reclaim your energy.

What am I thankful for this morning?

- nights rest, stretches, soft blankets, cool fan, and the fact that I have no hw due tonight! Think about that! ❤️

630am I should buy another candle for the bathroom for my showers lol don't know why the last one went so quick

7am tumblr can be a really nice positive space, it's like the only positive social media like that's kinda insane.

8am about to get ready for class, I can't stop thinking about him. I would like to try to not text him today just to see what happens really. I'm afraid he won't notice or not care and just not text me either. Maybe that's what I need. Whatever this is, is clearly not working. Got to leave early enough to get a coffee bc maybe that will distract me. Drink for lunch too, I'm tired of gorging myself and wasting money on food. Just breathe oh yeah I'm going to take a benadryl and maybe that will help with anxiety.

830am I want to text him so bad but I really shouldn't lol. He doesn't care enough to change. I won't say he doesn't care at all, but he doesn't care enough for me to keep doing this. I got an iced coffee and an egg McMuffin :)

11am Daydreaming about traveling over the break. I need to be realistic tho. I know I am able to take off on a flight somewhere but let's be real I probably won't have the time off and money to do something like that. I'll keep it in mind, but I don't want another Disney scenario where I just go completely broke on one adventure, I'd rather do day trips, maybe an overnight if that even sounds like a good idea. I like sleeping in my own bed unless it's for a really good reason tbh. I want to focus on things around here that I don't typically have availability or mental capacity to do. I know I'll have fun regardless. Maybe even do the plasma thing some afternoons or mornings really to fund the adventures I'll have on my true off days. Just thoughts :)

1130am I passed my HIV patient counseling! It says satisfactory in the gradebook! For some reason I can't see my rubric so I started to panic and doubt myself, but now I know I'm not the only one who can't see their rubric, so I'm sure that part is a fluke/ irrelevant :) just breathe and enjoy the passing grades ❤️ if something is wrong, someone will let you know ❤️

12pm lunchtime! I'm getting curry chicken. Journaling is actually helping a lot and made me realize how intrusive and repetitive my thoughts are when I don't write them down. It's like I need a little vent port for these thoughts to fly out of my brain like steam out of a boiling pot of water. Crazy tbh lol.

1pm Ate lunch outside with some friends and it felt great!!

3pm lol I zoned out during the whole Verbal Defense (not mine!) But then he texted me good afternoon so I sent him a picture of my sweet tea, nothing crazy. I won't let him control my evening. I just wonder what is his motive lol. During class I was looking up free and cheap things to do and it's funny how a little googling can come up with a thousand things to do! So much fun to be had in the world :)

4pm he got me looking at my phone for a text back bitch guess what I'm taking a nap just like I planned lmao I'm not waiting around to talk to you wtf. Call me like I asked you to if you wanna talk, I hate this texting shit and he knows that. What am I a high schooler? Texting bs got you into this mess in the first place dumbass. I'm eating a cupcake and taking a nap.

6pm I have woke up from my nap. No messages lol I guess he just wanted to see if I was alive?? Don't know don't care. Nap was ok, cats kept waking me up or micro waking me up I think but that's ok too :) - There's really only one week left of this bullshit I am so proud of myself ❤️ I actually love the idea of NOT burning myself out the last week so that when I leave school I don't necessarily NEED to do that hibernating thing where I feel like shit for 4-5 days afterwards. I'd like to exit my verbal defense maybe take a nap just like I did today to refresh and then shit take myself out for a nice dinner and get dressed up. Instead of getting drunk and passing out, I can do that most other nights after a closing shift 🤣 I want to start my vacay right away with no need to "recover" in such a drastic manner. Let's see if we can make that happen :) I think that also includes NOT avoiding fun things the next week, bc I always avoid fun stuff when I'm stressed as if I'm going to jinx myself, but I think I'm ready to break that curse of "all work and no play." We shall see ;)

9pm A little tipsy but I'm getting my work done :)

11pm I keep wanting to text him because I'm in a GOOD MOOD but when he doesn't reply it puts me in a bad mood....... So solution is simply DON'T TEXT HIM AND ENJOY YOUR GOOD MOOD QUEEN 😂 he's stupid for leaving and he's missing out on this drunken chill fest tbh and one day, I'll have a fuck ton of friends I've acquired through the years of being myself that I can randomly snap my thoughts to and they'll actually reply and care 😂

12am I know I texted him some dumb shit but idc I still feel good and I love journaling and Tumblr. Getting tacos again for dinner bc JFC I did a LOT of dumb shit work today. He's such a loser he can't do shit by himself not even get a taco 🤣 tbh one day I feel like you'll find someone who's gone through what you've gone through and you'll have so much in common and everything will just be EASY. Yeah I'm fucked but I'm not the only one going through this so I know I have an army of ppl out in the world who would have my back in a heartbeat and THAT'S what matters and what keeps me going fr.

1245am What a weird day. I want to keep journaling so bad I think it'll help me alottttt. I texted him a little but it's like it doesn't matter as much as it did previously lol. It's different now. Let's keep it up :)