#i want to sleep so bad

[creators-island]

A little something i drew while sleep deprived

[happyyft]

I can't hear

💀 idr when I got this image

[penumbra-mayhem]

Do You Want to Leave? - Darlin’/Sam fic

“If there was any color left in Darlin’s face, it dissipated at the soft question. They’d fucked up. This was it. Time to go. Grab the bag and run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Ru—”

(I hc that Tank has a stutter; there's more on that here if you'd like. This takes place a couple months after Darlin’ moves into Sam’s place.)

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Sam hadn’t meant to find it. He wasn’t snooping, he’d just been cleaning. Between him and Darlin’, they didn’t own that much stuff, so stumbling across a black backpack shoved to the back of their closet peaked his curiosity.

He pulled it out, scanning over its nondescript exterior before unzipping the largest pocket. His brow furrowed. Clothes. Money. A knife.

A quiet, sharp inhale—Sam’s head shot up at the noise. Darlin’ stood frozen in the doorway, eyes fixed on the open bag in Sam’s hands.

“Darlin’,” Sam spoke, his voice low and laced with hesitation, “What’s this?”

They didn’t say anything. They couldn’t. Sam waited for a reply. When it appeared he wasn’t going to get one, he asked again,

“What is this?”

Darlin’s hands began to tingle. The doorway began to shrink around them. What could they say, besides the truth? Anything but the truth.

Sam looked back down at the bag. Clothes. Money. A knife. He didn’t want to ask. He already knew the answer.

“Is this a go-bag?”

If there was any color left in Darlin’s face, it dissipated at the soft question. They’d fucked up. This was it. Time to go. Grab the bag and run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Ru—

“—are you leavin’ me?”

Darlin’ finally resurfaced from the whirlpool of their thoughts. Sam’s countenance toed the line between despair and disbelief. He began to tremble. The distance between them was unfathomable, the bedroom stretching before their eyes.

“N-n-no,” Darlin’ replied, before weakly adding, “n-n-n-not unless y-y-y-you w-w-want me t-to.”

Sam shook his head, “What do you mean? Why would you think I’d want you to leave?”

Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. R—

“—baby,” Sam pleaded, trying to pull Darlin’ out of the spiral he could see them sinking into, “talk to me…please.”

Darlin’ knew they couldn’t avoid this. Couldn’t avoid him, with his damned loving gaze and soft downturned lips. Yet they tried all the same, shaking their head and biting the inside of their cheek to keep from talking.

Sam set the bag down on their bed and slowly moved towards Darlin’. They resisted the instinct to flinch as he raised his hand towards their face. He wasn’t Quinn. He wouldn’t hurt them. Right? Run. Run. Run. Run.

His fingers brushed softly against their cheek—a motion like he was brushing away a tear. Were they crying? They were, fuck. They felt his other hand grasp one of theirs as he spoke again, “Darlin’, please. What’s goin’ on?”

They stared at his chest, unable to meet his gaze as they finally whispered, “It’s j-j-just in c-c-case.”

“In case what, love? In case…in case I hurt you?”

Darlin’ felt sick at the question. They gripped Sam’s hand tighter as they met his teary gaze and tried to quell his fear, “N-no! N-n-no, I kn-kn-know you’d n-n-never….you’re n-n-not….”

Not Quinn.

“It’s j-j-just….in case y-you w-w-w-want me t-t-to leave. In c-c-c-case I-I f-f-fuck this up.”

Sam’s jaw set. Something flashed in his eyes before he let go of Darlin’s hand and turned around, heading towards their bed. Darlin’ watched as he grabbed something from the bag. Clothes.

“W-w-what’re y-you d-d-doing?”

Sam didn’t reply as he opened their shared dresser, placing each article of clothing inside. He walked back to the bag. Money.

He grabbed Darlin’s wallet on their bedside table, stuffing the money inside before returning to the bag.

“Sam!” Darlin’ exclaimed, taking a step into their bedroom, “Wh-what are y-you d-doing?”

Sam turned to face them, his gaze firm, his voice resolute.

“This is your house. Your home. You’re not leavin' unless you want to leave. Do you want to leave?”

Stunned by the blunt question, Darlin’ didn’t respond. The silence carved anguish into Sam’s face, causing panic to rise again within Darlin’. Run. Run. Run.

After a moment, they whispered, “N-n-no.”

The answer covered the floor between them like a varnish and slowly dried as they stared at each other. Sam reached back into the bag, murmuring, “C’mere.”

Darlin’ hesitated, then closed the distance. Sam held out his hand. The knife.

“Go on,” he urged quietly.

Darlin’ took the knife from Sam’s shaking hand. They placed it in the drawer of their bedside table before glancing at him and whispering, “I’m s-sorry.”

Sam shook his head slightly. His fingers trailed up Darlin’s arms and caressed their cheeks.

“Oh sweet thing…” He placed a gentle kiss on their forehead. “It’s ok…” A kiss on their nose. “I understand….” A kiss on their lips.

“You want to leave?”

“N-no. N-n-never.”

[weaselishmcdiesel]

scrolling through my mumbo tag and walking through it like a field of wildflowers yessss boys comfort me

[strangedisciple]

why am i wide awake and how can i stop that

[weird-dork37]

Today is gonna be another 14 step coffee day

I have to take care of children when my social battery is at 0 and I got about 3 hrs or sleep and to top that all off my friends are mad that I don’t talk to them well I HAVENT BEEN TALKING TO ANYONE THE ONLY REASON WHY I HAVE ACTUALLY TALKED TO ONE OF MY FRIENDS IS BC THEY TEXTED ME AND EVEN THOSE INTERACTIONS HAVE BEEN VERY SHORT OTHERWISE I HAVENT TALKED TO ANYONE

I’m so tired and was crying last night and when my friends FaceTimed me it felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest and it was not a fun experience being on that call honestly I was kinda short tempered and wasn’t dealing with anyone’s shit they joked about wanting me to leave the call so I ACTUALLY LEFT then they begged me to come back and THEN they told me a little while after to leave and got to sleep so I did but I COULDNT EVEN SLEEP so I just scrolled on tumblr

I might bring going into another depressive episode and I’m a little worried but I’m mainly just so tired

[the-last-quest]

Finals week or my final week stay tuned to find out

[dumpster-fire-deluxe]

When I say that I have a phobia (not just fear) of zombies, I mean that it's almost 5 am and I haven't slept for a second because I made the mistake of watching a cinema sins type YouTube video of a zombie movie around lunchtime

I'm covered in cold sweat and I'm listening to music to calm down & so I can't hear my surroundings ("zombie" sounds to be specific, because I keep thinking I hear them)

I do have a cool idea for a zombie novel now but how am I supposed to write that when I can't even watch a YouTube video in the middle of the day

SOS I'm tired but every time I close my eyes I see zombies. Please let me sleep

[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

ive been trying to kill this fly in my room for an hour and the buzzing is starting to get to me

[queeriboh]

moodboard: trying to sleep without weed OR alcohol

[technicalknockout]

Someone break me out of school :(

[noticemedeku]

[stinkrascal]

e_e

[lachamagaby-blog]

Eh...what the actual fuck?

here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of

[acesammy]

I am on my knees BEGGING my family to go the fuck to sleep

[lewisdidthat]

i’m already so tired besties 😭