#im gonna go to sleep im tired

[ghostbonetv]

I think if you say you're a fan of something but you spend most of your time trying to cancel and build mass hate for the thing, you aren't actually fan of it, and that's probably unhealthy

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

STILL thinking about drunk chess actually

stupid as hell bonus:

[eclown4hire]

it boy

[napping-sapphic]

*gives you a gay little kiss that feels like home*

[sunlit-mess]

yea

[lav3nder-bees]

happy february to them and absolutely nobody else

[funshinebf]

i think anyone who truly believes that knives doesnt care about rem just doesnt understand him. to me its the same as falling for vash's fake smiles. the image he purposefully projects to conceal his true feelings has fooled you effortlessly. thats his fucking mommy and he misses her

[synthe4u]

masterlist

A wave of nausea hit you, sending you reeling back from your papers. You grasped your stomach, willing the pain to go away. There was a deadline set for this work and of course you being you had to wait last minute to finish.

You glimpsed at the time, 1:03am, the paper was due at 6:00am and you were hoping to get some sleep before then.

A knock sounded before the door opened, "Hey love, you okay?"

It was your husband, John. You had forgotten he came back from a mission two days ago. You've just been too busy with work.

"I'm alright."

"You sure?"

He raised an eyebrow at you. Maybe it was the way you were hunched over or the papers scrawled all over the office desk. Or the time...Time.

You had to finish this paper now. For both your mental and physical well-being, but none of it was making any sense.

The words started to jumble on the pages.

You didn't know when, but John came back with a plated sandwich.

"It's not much, but you haven't any yet."

You mumbled a thanks before going back to writing. Your lover watched over you, waiting for you to pick up and eat the sandwich he made.

"Gonna eat, love?"

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, too focused on thinking of what to write. So focused that you didn't realize when John started tapping his arm in impatience.

It was only when he stood right behind you with his hand on your wrist, pulling your arm away from what needed to be done.

"You need some sleep."

"But I have to finish this!"

He grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the desk and chair. You wouldn't fight him. You didn't have the strength to do so because you were too tired.

He laid both of you down, wrapping an arm around you.

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight," you laid awake with your eyes wide open. Your thoughts were too big for your head and it felt like you needed rest, but you couldn't.

"I didn't eat the sandwich you made me."

"Huh?" He was confused by your statement.

You repeated yourself, "I didn't eat the sandwich you made me."

You could imagine him closing his eyes again while he spoke, "You can eat it in the morning."

A moment passed before he sighed and pulled you closer into his arms. The married couple snuggled together for both warmth, love, and comfort. They understood one another and that was all that mattered between them.

Sometimes moments of comfort like this makes one want to dream.

[notdysfunk]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i am asleep much in the way that Wally is asleep. that is to say, I Am Not Sleeping

[its-tea-time-darling]

Coriolanus Snow + Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

[eggsploded]

spicelantern HD remaster

[mintypsii]

[temeyes]

half-assed ipad sketch of soap cuz im trying to go back to sleep 😤😤

[electr0-sh0ck]

Back to LMK posts, here’s some proof of the MK brainrot that hit me today

[imaybeabear]

Listened to "the old witch sleep and the good man grace" for the first time in a while and the lingering exhaustion in the opening section is so fucking relatable