#i slept for eight hours

[whydousernamesevenexist]

How life would feel if my body actually had energy after sleeping for eight hours a night

[pridoo]

the worst part of marriage is the snoring

[tiddygame]

This is a deleted scene from the next whatsitfuck of the ghoap god type au!

I might recycle it later or even scrap what I have now in favor of this, but for now, here. gays be upon ye:

How Ghost knew the librarian behind the counter was Soap in disguise was another one of those mysteries he would likely never have an answer to. It was the same town, they hadn’t moved; He genuinely just wanted to peruse their books to see if anything caught his eye.

Instead, he walked in and knew that the face of the man behind the counter was a farce. And just like their first meet, he froze, his instincts getting jumbled in the presence of the god.

The god smiled back at him with a stupid shit-eating grin, “Hello! How can I help you today?”

Ghost looked at him with something hedging on a glare, not quite malicious but so full of distrust it might as well have been.

His stare didn’t break even as the bell jingled behind him, signaling someone else entered. The person paused, likely expecting him to move, before they shuffled around him with a huff of annoyance. The inhuman thing behind the counter put on a good approximation of a customer service smile as they grabbed the book the other had been returning.

They exchanged pleasantries and the person looked to the bookshelves before glancing at Ghost, making some excuse as they hurried back out the door.

The other smile was back as Soap admonished, “Come now, you’re scaring the customers.”

Ghost was at a loss, not knowing if he should call him out or continue on as if nothing was wrong. It seemed the latter was what the god wanted, so obviously he decided to be an ass, “You’re a public library. You have patrons, not customers.”

“It’s my first day on the job. Can you blame me?”

“Yes. Yes, I can.”

The god did a weird mix of a scoff and a laugh, continuing the ruse, “Well, how can I help you?”

Ghost was already tired of his tomfoolery, “You can tell me why you’re here.”

“I’m a librarian!” He said, almost excited as he gestured to the rest of the building. “I work here!”

Ghost hesitantly walked forward, coming to terms with the fact that this was indeed how he was going to spend the rest of his day. Now closer, he noticed at least one small thing that was wrong with the god’s disguise. He sighed, rubbing his face with both hands in annoyance as he pointed out, “You couldn’t even get the fingers right.”

“What?” Soap looked down to his hands in confusion, trying to spot the problem.

“You’re missing a finger.” Ghost pointed to where his pinky should have been on his left hand.

“Wait, no, you don’t have that finger either!” The god sounded indignant and Ghost was trying not to laugh, realizing that Soap had tried to model them after his hands.

“Yes, mine was amputated. Which is why I have a scar. Yours is just missing.” Ghost didn’t bother pulling off his glove for proof, just holding up his hand. If he didn’t understand anatomy, Ghost really didn’t feel like explaining burn scars.

“Well…” The god was grasping at straws, squinting as he tried to think, “Some… Uh— Yeah! Some humans are born that way!” He said it like now Ghost had no option other than to believe he was human, tacking on very unsurely, “How dare you! Being rude— That’s not— It’s mean!”

Ghost would give him credit, it was an almost okay-ish defense, “But if you were born with it missing, your fifth metacarpal would be missing too and your palm would be smaller.”

Soap looked even more confused and utterly defeated as he muttered to himself, “What the fuck is a metacarpal?” He stared at his hands as if he could look close enough into his palms to find the answer.

That almost broke Ghost, his shoulders shaking as he let out a quiet chuckle. He doesn’t know why this meeting felt so much nicer, less risky than the last one. Before, he’d been shitting bricks over the god walking towards him. And now, he was in a library trying not to laugh at them.

[tangledinink]

i was feeling very eepy and not up to completing tasks so i took some adderall and let myself lay down for a nap with the thought being that the adderall would kick in and prevent me from sleeping for too long and then id be all ready to do shit when i woke up and folks. ima be honest the hypothesis did not quite play out

[raytm]

[transwarriorwoman]

🎶 I really really really really really really 🎶 don’t want to go to work

[thatoneluckybee]

bitches love me cause i sleep until 4

I'm stealing you melatonin I need some

[fooltofancy]

joy is contained in the normal raid roulette

[game-weaver]

Yugi might have fallen asleep early the night before and slept straight through until the sun was beaming through the window. Sitting up, hair a mess, eyes blinking blearily he wondered how much time had passed.

[lorelune]

i staved off my usual fever from covid/flu vaxx combo yesterday however today i feel like i have had the energy wrung outta me

[sixpennydame]

In addition to my addiction to cleaning and love of tea, I now share another thing in common with Levi: I only sleep 2-3 hours a night.

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[anthony-lockwoods-italian-rapier]

oh you know

[madsmilfelsen]

Absolutely beautiful work with the newest chapter!! I loved the scene where they just walked around the neighborhood with Canik. Is there any chance you’re gonna write more domestic stuff like that, similar to Sug and Rust? Not that I’m complaining about their unhinged porch sex and ComplicatedTM dynamic.

morning! thank you so much, this was so nice to wake up to :))

I guess I was just trying to build what their relationship might look like a few months after ten seventy three when things are still new and jittery and sig’s got pop rocks for brains every time he so much as holds her hand— they’re very much part time so it’s a little more indulgent than believable as they figure what they are, how they can suite each other’s lives for the other, but I think the main question in the back of their minds is not so much how can we make this work? but how long is this actually going to last?

between lost dogs and riders in the sky there’s some 70k words of true detective fic (and I also recently saw i’m one third of the ao3 rust/ofc fics and y’all must be so tired of me) but i’ve gotten to the point where I can’t keep beating the dead horse of canon, i’m just making shit up now, I want to know who his neighbors are, about Sofia, how he met Claire, what’s so special about that fuckin’ truck etc etc etc

I genuinely didn’t mean for the unhinged porch sex to be unhinged porch sex but I’m a one trick pony— but I wanted to see their sense of domesticity, a glimpse of their routines, that goofy game they play, before they go to Wisconsin to the cabin that belonged to Travis/Rust’s granddad where they figure shit out about that Complicated™️ dynamic and confront some things about Sig in a drunken showdown of deadbeat dad issues v dead daughter issues yeehaw

[elfenbankje]

these past three days have been absolute in terms of quality of sleep

[sharkjumpers]

Why am I exhausted