#in the arms of sleep

[pangur-and-grim]

oh, my beloved croissant.....

[xochimillilili]

Need more of you kinky fucks to talk about how fucking good it is to be mutually subby with someone. The desperate whiny humping, the drooling and moaning into each other's mouths as we dumbly make out, the biting and scratching and needy groping, and making a pretty mess of cum on each other

Really just euphoric to cuddle and hump away, two dumb horny pets moaning and whining please at each other, both being such good fucking pets as we cum at the same time, whining and whispering I love you and falling asleep in each other's arms, all spent and fucked out in each other's cum

[isatohlee]

He deserves to sleep comfortably in his mother’s arms after all he’s gone through

[thursdayschild76]

Suffer My Desire (In The Arms Of Sleep)

Saturday, November 7th. 00:44.

«And please, nice little owl, tell me: what is your song of the goodnight?»

«I'm choosing between “Pictures Of You” or “Love Will Tears Us Apart”»

«Can I recommend it to you? Very suitable.»

«You have to!»

«Even if you might kill me.»

"Sleep will not come to this tired body now Peace will not come to this lonely heart

There are some things I'll live without But I want you to know that I need you right now I need you tonight

I steal a kiss from her sleepin' shadow moves 'Cause I'll always miss her wherever she goes

And I'll always need her more than she Could ever need me, I need someone to ease my mind

But sometimes a someone is so hard to find And I'll do anything to keep her here tonight And I'll say anything to make her feel alright And I'll be anything to keep her here tonight 'Cause I want you to stay, with me I need you tonight

She comes to me like an angel out of time As I play the part of a saint on my knee

There are some things I'll live without But I want you to know that I need you right now

Suffer my desire Suffer my desire Suffer my desire

For you"

00:48. It's too late. Not just to go to sleep.

«You saved yourself! Good night! And hold on for the quarantine. We’re waiting for you!»

«I can't wait. To come back. See you soon, I. Sweet dreams!»

[lunarcrown]

Hard to get a good nights sleep when you can’t stop remembering your mistakes

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[wu-does-art]

coming out as a "Will snores obnoxiously loud" and "Nico breaths so quietly you can barely tell hes alive" truther

[serpentface]

The pylidaigh, a type of vampiric snow ghost, as imagined in folklore in and around the Highlands.

This is a ghost believed to come into being when a person dies in the snow and their body is not found before their soul (still trapped without its funeral rites) 'freezes' inside of it. The body then reanimates into a pylidaigh's twisted form. It looks like someone who slowly died of starvation, just a thin layer of flesh over bones. Its skin is as white as the snow itself, so pale it can blend seamlessly into a blizzard. Most of its body appears subtly stretched and lanky, save for its exceptionally unsubtle long, skinny arms, which drag on the ground behind it when it walks. After a big meal of blood, its belly swells like the abdomen of a tick.

A pylidaigh can only tread across snow and ice, and so doorways and windows are best kept clear of snowfall during the winter in order to prevent it from reaching inside. It mostly comes out to hunt during blizzards when there is little that can prevent it from catching its victims.

In spite of its fragile appearance, a pylidaigh is supernaturally strong, and can run at great speeds when it wants to. No mortal weapons can pierce its body, nor can any bonds known to craftsmen hold it in place. It is usually said that chains forged like iron but made out of ice can bind a pylidaigh and render it immobile, but this smithing technique remains tragically elusive to the average joe.

This ghost is either cast as a wildly dangerous but tragic figure, or one that is more simply malicious. In either case, it is described as experiencing nothing but bitter cold. It shivers endlessly. It retains distant memories of what it was to be alive, and it is motivated by a futile desperation to experience the feeling of warmth again.

In more sympathetic framings, it is described as using its freaky gibbon arms to capture its victims and pull them into an embrace, rather innocently trying to warm itself against their body. This inevitably fails, and the embrace becomes a bone crushing squeeze. When that too fails to warm the ghost, it rips out the person's throat and drinks their blood until the victim is as cold and drained as the pylidaigh itself.

In other cases, this more pitiable narrative of a ghost seeking warmth with no comprehension of its actions is discarded in favor of making it purely monstrous. Here it is a type of vampire with an insatiable thirst, practically a physical manifestation of the worst of winter itself. Some tales acknowledge both variants, suggesting a pylidaigh's violent attempts to warm itself may be initially devoid of malice, but turns into an act of furious jealousy of the warmth of the living after years of suffering.

The only (more or less) surefire method to permanently kill a roaming pylidaigh involves trapping it with fire. They are attracted to any source of heat, and will attempt to warm themselves with the flames (if not tempted away by a juicy living human body). The fire itself cannot kill them (as the sheer cold of their body is more powerful even than flame) but they can be trapped if kept near the fire long enough for the snow it depends upon to melt. This does not kill the pylidaigh either. The monster will remain in stuck in place (and potentially become a threat again if it snows more) for the duration of the winter. Only when the spring comes and all the snow melts does it revert into a normal human carcass (though mysteriously invulnerable to decay), at which point it can be cremated.

Pylidaigh in the wilds also revert to a human corpse during the snowless seasons, but will roam again each following winter unless it is burnt in the interim. It is of critical importance that any human corpse found in high mountain pasture is cremated- not only out of respect for the poor soul trapped as an earthbound ghost, but to prevent the threat of the possible dormant pylidaigh emerging next winter.

[axoqiii]

shujin trio,,my babies..,.,

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

Yes Anthony is obsessed with Kate to an alarming degree but consider this from his perspective, the hottest woman he knows not only loves him back, and agreed to marry him but she also cured his insomnia

So it’s completely understandable that he’s decided to dedicate the rest of his life to worshipping the ground she walks on

[blanchebees]

Since the beginning, still by your side

Tip jar

[urfriendlywriter]

birthday prompts for loversss !

(feel free to usee<3 tag mee!! inspired by my b'day haha. plot twist is i am single :))

staying up to wish them at midnight

you bring them a cake, singing hbd, but all their attention is on you.

hugs you, tearing up, breaking down because nobody has done this for them ever

intimate b'day celebrations like it's just you and them and every whisper of hbd and well wishes are so comforting <3

cupcake b'day celebrations!

them hugging u from behind as they watch u make a wish

"what did u wish for?" u ask as a soft murmur and they say, "you. to never let u go."

i celebrated my bestie's b'day and she said to me,

^ "thank u for loving me every year and making me feel like i am being loved by someone,"

^ "knowing that, that someone is you, is what matters." (i won in LIFEE)

"how's my favorite b'day girl/boy doing?" :))

maybe it's their first time having their b'day being celebrated, :(

and all they can do is bury their face into ur neck and cry. the cake abandoned for a moment until they gain composure.

when they write u letters on ur b'day,

or give u thought-out gifts.

wiping cake from the corners of their lips

or alternatively just kissing it away, making them fluster. (uhm.. didn't happen on my bday, who's lyINGG-)

a quiet whisper of happy birthday,

tight hugs and lingering kisses throughout the day, and just feeling loved by the other person. feeling their emotions of gratitude to have u in their life!

telling them or writing to them, "It's your [age] birthday, and so [age] reasons why I love you." (eg: 20th, 19th and so on)

[blackseafoam]

Gift fill for @happydragon for the @galactic-gift-gathering !!

Prompt: cuddles

BD knows he’s not the cuddliest critter, but he tries anyway ✨

[crow-quet]

*You tell a joke about two kids who played in a muddy flower garden.

*...

*You tell a joke about a kid who slept in the soil.

[trek-tracks]

Can't believe I've watched Return of the Archons at least five times and never noticed that Jim gave Bones his jacket to sleep on as an extra pillow, because Bones clearly insisted on taking the Uncomfortable Slab instead of the bunk beds. (It's also possible that they traded off first watch/second watch, which is why Jim is awake and at the window at the beginning of the scene, unless he insisted on staying up all night.) A very chivalrous action for your doctor who always sleeps with his right arm up over his head for some reason.

Thank you to @purpleenma for pointing out this crucial detail

[shitpostingkats]

Terra Kingdomhearts is literally the story about an oldest son born with something Wrong inside him and his whole family expects him to outgrow it, or ignore it, or defeat it, and then he gets bigger and he is still Wrong. Terra Kingdomhearts is the story of being isolated and sheltered from anyone willing to acknowledge the Wrongness inside you and so when he finally, finally meets someone who treats the Wrongness as no big deal, not a Wrongness at all, it's instantly a lifeline to this poor man and he will do anything to learn more about how he is not Wrong forever, actually. It's a story about how if you live your life with no community for the Wrongness that lives inside you that your very first lifeline can be used to strangle you. Do you understand what I'm saying