#my circadian rhythm is so ruined

[the-tortured-poets-dpt]

finally was up early enough to witness the surprise songs happening and i’m baffled

[flippedorbit]

i am five seconds from asking my mom to buy melatonin tablets or gummies for me because i literally cannot fucking fall asleep until around 5am

[gardenofnoah]

true life: i can’t stop taking long naps

[scribblestatic]

I'm still on my Shadonic/Sonadow mood, so here's some more.

Sonic grows fluent in Shadow-ese over time.

"I'm going to kill you," Shadow says after Sonic smooches his cheeks in public, eyes wide.

"Hehehe, I love you too~"

He can confidently say these things, because despite the expression on his face, Shadow is still holding the small of his back so softly. His threats are often genuine, but when it comes to those he cares about, his threats are usually quite empty, simply an expression he uses to hide whatever emotion he's feeling.

Shadow also bites Sonic. He has sharper and an extra set of canines compared to natural hedgehogs. So, Sonic ends up with bite marks all over him at times.

But Sonic recognizes it's something affectionate. At first, he thought he was being mean, but Shadow would lick and kiss the blood away, so of course he means well. In return, Sonic starts biting him back, though his teeth aren't as sharp. Shadow seems to appreciate this immensely.

Shadow also grows fluent in Sonic-ian.

For example, Sonic's not really being lazy when he naps and sleeps. It's just that he runs all across the world and doesn't really have a particular job keeping him in one place for long periods like Shadow does. One minute he's in one time zone. The next, another, maybe two over. His circadian rhythm is utterly ruined.

So, when Sonic's getting more snappy than usual, it's more than likely he's just sleepy. If Shadow offers him a place to rest, nine times out of ten, he'll leave the room and come back to a blue ball curled up on the couch or whatever soft surface is nearby.

Also, Sonic is surprisingly introverted. Shadow starts noticing the way his quills tense up when around lots of people for too long. He starts predicting when Sonic's going to run off for some alone time across wherever he decides to explore.

Though, as they grow closer, Sonic starts spending some of that time with Shadow, who's more than happy to spend quiet time in a field of flowers with him, neither saying anything aside from the purring coming from their chests.

They steadily adapt to each other's body language and words, recognizing the truth in what they say and mean with fewer misunderstandings. Of course, they still fight sometimes, though half the time, it's just them being competitive with each other, feeling like they can push and shove with someone able to challenge them.

But the amount of times they fight from some lack of understanding starts dwindling the more they translate each other's way of being.

[pathologicalreid]

jareau!reader my beloved is back!!

home run | s.r. was sososooo sweet

also, glasses!spencer we all cheered!!

them reading together, making out a little, the reassurance and tenderness

also the condoms in go-bag scene was so good, I love them being so comfortable with each other and him throwing the box? sassy!spencer ok ok

‘Spencer’s never let you consider the idea of being someone other than who you are‘

banging my head against a wall.

‘“Pretty, pretty girl,” he murmured, rendered uncharacteristically at a loss for words at the sight of you topless.‘

banging my head against a wall part 2, this is so-

then! him placing his hand next to her head on her hair, hurting her a bit, and later!

‘he moved one of his hands up, intertwining your fingers with his at the side of your head—minding his hand placement.‘

first of all: them intertwining hands, second: minding his hand placement, I love how you pay attention to the details!!

her crying and him instantly comforting and reassuring her, I want to cry that‘s so sweet

also him watching something in bed with her despite not liking screens in his room-

imagine being loved like that!!

them taking 2 years to start dating, 4 months into the relationship and they‘re already comfortable saying ‘I love you‘, they‘re so cute (now thinking about ffofa again and omg)

again: you‘re such a good writer and I love you and you‘re smart head soso much!! <33 💐

i just wanted them to be able to laugh and be comfortable with themselves and with each other so they can make jokes about boy scouts but also i gave them a space to just be in love.

i also just love when you notice my little details. i'm very appreciative of it.

and spencer reid would definitely ruin his circadian rhythm for someone he loves. without a doubt.

me and my smart head love you so much!!!! <3

[yellowplumfruit]

baxter ward autism is real

- MASKING….

- khaki shirt moment

- getting easily frustrated when he accidentally does something that ruins his expectations for the day (like forgetting his wallet in that one scene)

- his texts in step three…he thought he was fitting in so well

- his whole thing where he says weird/embarrassing things directly. the legs compliment????? i know he tells u why he does that but the second reason is also autism

- ROUTINES. EVERYWHERE.

- how he processes his emotions. dude needs 2-5 business days (years) to come to an understanding

- the thing where he says a fact and ur like oh really that’s cool and he’s like no i was lying. that is so autism humor

- fucked up circadian rhythm

- his crash and burn in his teen years and having to pick up the pieces in his 20s is SO late diagnosed autism oh my god

[chicago-geniza]

Only fell asleep at 3 am and overslept my alarms but still managed to: take all my meds, inhalers, etc.; take a shower; brush my teeth; wash my face; put on clean clothes; eat a healthy breakfast (sweet potato kale red pepper egg hash); and order a Lyft so I won't be late to work. Please clap I am trying so hard to keep my fucked-up Circadian rhythm from ruining my life

[whitherwanderer]

9 // lend an ear

// 970 words. Pyrite is going to get her VueTube account suspended. Again.

For all their provisions and comforts, the architects of Everkeep in all their genius didn’t fully account for such a thing as human as a circadian rhythm. Insomnia was a common malady for which any number of supplements and aids were available for down at the Nexus Arcade or, if one needed the stronger stuff, True Vue.

Pyrite preferred a simpler remedy to ill-timed bouts of fatigue: a warm cup of black coffee.

All the more lucky that her organization was staffed by a not-inconsiderable number of self-professed coffee snobs who made sure they kept the very best in stock, and as such, the small kitchenette behind the Backroom was a popular spot to idle away while catching something on the holo. The backroom behind the Backroom, they jokingly called it.

She dragged herself out of her bunk, shaking off the fog of a nap that wouldn’t stick and shuffled into the kitchenette where a pair of off-duty operatives, a young hyune lad and a shetona woman, sat on a sofa against the wall, chattering away about something she didn’t quite catch.

She gave them a lazy waggle of her fingers as she dove into the cabinets for a cup she could take with her—

“How old do you think he is, then?” “I don’t know, he can’t be older than forty.” “You’re assuming he’s hyune.” “Well, he doesn’t have a Xak Turali accent, so he’s not shetona or tonawawtan. Certainly not a milala. What do you figure he is?” “Eldite.” “Eldite? Rusty Reforger is not eldite.”

Pyrite’s cup clattered onto the counter and the two paused to glance at her. She made a show of sighing to herself and chuckling as she retrieved the cup and walked it over to the dispenser, muttering to them. “Long night on recon.”

She paused. Her head tilted and her brows furrowed at the two of them, but at least her conspicuous smile seemed genuine. “...What’re you two on about, now? New Arcadion fighter?”

The hyune lad immediately brightened. “No, no! He’s a reforger. Records himself climbing, finding things out in the old kingdom, and then he posts all of it to his feed. Fascinating stuff.” “And he’s anonymous. No one knows a thing about him save for his voice,” the shetona woman adds with a shrug of one arm. “Has considerable knowledge of antiquated electrope tech that I find interesting.”

Pyrite filled her cup while she kept head turned to follow their description of this reforger, and when she had her fix, she walked over to lean against the sofa to look at a small display the hyune carried. He held it up for her to take and tapped it to start the replay of one of this Rusty Reforger’s climbs into a crumbling facility somewhere out in the ruins of Archaeo Alexandria.

“Alright. Got pointed here by a friend of a friend, said they’d been scroungin’ in here for scrap when the floor started givin’ up under ‘em. Somethin’ about how that’s right up my alley, seein’ as nobody was gonna dispatch a hovercraft out here…”

Pyrite watched from the reforger’s perspective as an electrope tether was swung in a quick circle with a flick of his wrist, and she huffed a singular laugh.

“Huh. Ain’t that somethin’,” she remarked, handing the display back. The hyune nodded in enthusiastic agreement as he leaned back to enjoy the rest of the video.

“You heading out, Pyre? New op?” he asked her. Pyrite shook her head. “Not ‘til intelligence comes back with security bypasses. I got errands to run, anyway.” “Ahh, shame.” “Get some sleep while you can, too,” the shetona called after her, and she gave an appreciative wave as she made for the door to the Backroom proper with her coffee in hand.

—

Perched high up above the promenades of True Vue, Pyrite sat with her back to a wall and clutched her own small display, coffee still steaming in her opposite hand. She pressed the cup to her lips and tilted it back, her eyes glued to the POV of the Rusty Reforger repelling down an exterior wall with finesse that made it look as easy as walking.

Today’s upload. She almost missed it. Insomnia was good for something, at least.

“I think that does it for this one, folks,” he sighed, satisfaction evident in his tone as he tugged on the electrope tether and let it retract off-screen.

She set down her coffee to flick through the replies from his watchers as he ran through his usual sign-off; mostly effusive praise and questions about unaddressed curiosities in the ruins featured, but one particular reply gave her pause.

this is so stupid he just walks into old buildings and describes what he sees? why do people watch this??

Pyrite sucked her teeth, then drew the display in to furiously tap at it for a few moments.

there’s always some envious little shite who’s upset they don’t have half the skill RRF does.

She tapped the reply button and slid the display away in her coat before she could spend another thought on crafting the most potent vitriol to unleash on this faceless commenter. She could get her blood boiling for hours if she let herself get caught arguing back and forth with some of the Rusty Reforger’s less courteous viewers. Not that the man himself ever seemed bothered by it.

At least, Galena never brought it up to her. She wasn’t about to ask him directly either. Like him, she also enjoyed a certain degree of anonymity when it came to his adventures behind the mask. Although he knew she watched his feed, she wasn’t sure he knew that, in the nights they spent apart, his voice was a salve to sleeplessness better than any other the keep could offer.

[successblueprints]

So, I woke up late again. My 50 alarms went off, but instead of jumping out of bed, I hit snooze too many times. Now, the day feels ruined before it even starts. I have so much to do, but the more I think about it, the less motivated I feel. My focus is gone, and instead of being productive, I’m scrolling through social media or just zoning out. It’s like waking up late sets the tone for the whole day. And it turns out, it actually does—there’s science behind it.

Why Does This Happen?

According to research, when you wake up late, your body’s internal clock, or circadian rhythm, gets out of sync. This is called delayed sleep-wake phase disorder, and it affects everything from your focus to your mood. Waking up later than planned disrupts your routine, messes with your discipline, and makes it harder to concentrate, leading to less productive days overall.

How Can You Fix It?

If you want to stop waking up late and regain control over your day, here are a few tips:

1. Set a Consistent Sleep Routine: Going to bed and waking up at the same time every day, even on weekends, helps stabilize your internal clock.

2. Limit Screen Time Before Bed: Blue light from your phone or computer can mess with melatonin production, which is the hormone that helps you fall asleep

3. Use Morning Light Exposure: Getting sunlight in the morning helps reset your internal clock and makes it easier to wake up on time.

4. Make Snoozing Harder: Place your phone or tablet across the room, preferably with the loudest, most cringe-worthy alarm you can find. I like closing my tablet case and putting it away, so when it goes off, I’m embarrassed enough to get up and turn it off.

But What If You Still Wake Up Late?

Even if you sleep in, the day isn’t completely ruined. Here’s how you can still turn things around:

1. Set a 5-Minute Timer: Start by committing to just 5 minutes of work on any task. You’ll see that once you get started, it’s not as bad as you thought. Afterward, take a short breather and give yourself some positive talk—then do another 5 minutes.

2. Prioritize Your Tasks: Focus on one or two important things for the day. This way, even if you’re behind, you’re still making progress on what matters most.

3. Forgive Yourself: Don’t dwell on the fact that you woke up late. Instead, accept it and shift your focus to what you can still do with the rest of the day.

4. Time Block: Organize your tasks into chunks of time. For example, dedicate 30 minutes to one task and then take a short break. This gives structure to the rest of your day, even if it started late.

What If You Still Can’t Get Yourself to Do It?

When you wake up late, it's like your inner child is throwing a tantrum, refusing to focus. But you’ve got to turn that tantrum off, remind yourself that the day isn’t over, and get to work. You don’t have time to argue with distractions—you’ve got things to achieve.

Breaking Tasks Down Even Smaller: Instead of thinking about the entire task, just focus on the very first step.

Starting with Something Easy: Sometimes tackling the easiest thing first can create momentum.

Doing Something Active: Go for a walk or stretch to reset your mind before trying again.

Note from me: It’s a bit of a bittersweet moment today. Maybe I barely studied and it freaked me out, but instead of getting stuck in that panic, it pushed me to dig deeper, do the research, and come up with solutions to help not just myself, but other people dealing with the same struggles. So, even if today didn’t go as planned, it inspired something bigger—a better plan for the future, and hopefully, a little help for anyone else going through the same thing. ^-^

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: Surprised we haven't seen much of them but what about facehuggers from the Alien franchise? Maybe three of them violate you at once, thrusting deep into your pussy, ass and mouth. You black out multiple times from the pain of the intrusion and the three eggs being forced into you. When you finally awake, you feel fine for a few hours, dragging your body to bed for some proper rest. You don't know you're already a walking corpse. The two aliens inside your ass and womb decide to leave first, tearing apart your insides as they prolapse both your holes to escape, leaving you a bloody mess even before the last one tears through your soft stomach. As you lie there, bleeding out, the three now grown up drones start using your broken body like a fleshlight until it finally, mercifully gives in

Ooh, this is a good one >:3

It’s difficult to imagine the circumstances that would lead to a situation like that, but it doesn’t matter all that much. Specifically, it doesn’t matter to the three horrible creatures all making use of my body at once: one for my cunt, one for my ass, one for my mouth. Facehuggers are supposed to supply their victims with oxygen so that they can stay alive for long enough to be an incubator, but there must be something wrong with the one currently fucking my throat - I’m lightheaded, dizzy. Combined with the pain and overstimulation of taking three cocks at once too deep, the oxygen deprivation is enough to put me just at the edge of consciousness, unable to fully pass out because of the pain but very much ready to. The searing stretch of a trio of eggs being laid into my vulnerable, weak body is just another layer of torment.

When I’m finally in control of my own body again, I think it’s over. I can’t feel anything too wrong - the soreness is to be expected, from a rape like that - so I finally escape back to my own home. After locking the door (and closing all of the windows), I finally collapse into bed for a long-needed rest. Some normal sleep, for once, instead of suffocated half-consciousness.

Unfortunately for me, I get the opposite of normal sleep.

When I wake up, it’s not to my own circadian rhythm, nor to an alarm. Instead, I’m woken by something deep inside of me thrashing violently, fighting its way out of my body in any way possible. When I open my eyes, I’m met with the sight of my midsection swollen beyond belief, the skin bulging and rolling with the force of whatever is writhing beneath it. I cry out and moan in surprise and pain, clutching at my stomach to try and calm whatever is in there - but to no avail. My intervention just makes it worse, and the only thing I can do is spread my legs, tears rolling down my face.

I can feel them working their way through me violently, one in my womb and another in my guts. The third is in my stomach, and I don’t look forward to however it’ll choose its exit, but I can’t think about that right now. All I can think of is the pair of squirming bodies making their way towards my holes, purposefully and painfully. My insides are being reshaped, pulled along, pulled out by these monsters, and I sob even though my toes are curling. Neither of them is even close to coming out yet, and I can already tell that they’re not only ruining my holes - they’re ruining my entire body.

The one in my womb finally finds my cervix and forces it open, eager to escape the body it’s trapped in. I howl in pain, my eyes rolling back in my head, as the monster thrashes, trying to get through - but it can’t. My body isn’t designed to accommodate this kind of birth, so it just has to pull my cervix with it as it goes, further and further, blood lubricating its exit as it seeks out the light. The monster in my guts, too, is too large to make a proper exit, so it pulls my intestines with it as it descends, ripping them out of place in its mad scramble for freedom, jerking its body through the maze that faces it. I half-wish they’d both just tear their way out like chestbursters usually do, just to put an end to it. I don’t realize that I’m foreshadowing my own demise.

The pull and push of alien bodies quickly takes its toll. When the larval xenomorph in my cunt finally meets air, it’s brought my entire uterus with it, turning me inside-out. It still can’t escape properly, however, so it finally turns on its restraints and violently rips its way from my ruined womb, splitting my cervix so that it can slide out in a wet mess of blood and slick. I’m already in so much pain that the new onslaught barely registers. My guts share almost the same fate, but with less ripping-open and more ripping-out. The monster there prolapses more and more of my guts as it wriggles and writhes, finally freed after yanking a large section of my intestines from my body, and the sensation of my womb and my guts rubbing together is too much to bear. I’m past the point of screaming now, only able to sob.

Xenomorphs are known for maturing quickly, of course, and these two are no exception, though they seem to go through the process faster than even their species usually does. Whatever the case, they make their mature status clear with each enormous, throbbing, alien cock that drips precum onto the floor. They quickly take advantage of my weak, ruined body, raping my prolapses back into me with ruthless thrusts that only serve to do more damage. My womb ruptures under the onslaught, the xenomorph fucking right into my abdominal cavity, and my intestines don’t fare much better, easily speared through after being so thoroughly riddled with weak points. I moan, my body latching onto what little pleasure is there, and my mind further shields me from the pain by making me cum violently as the third egg finally hatches in a more typical chestburster move, finally rending my belly open in a spray of blood.

The creature scrambles around joyfully in my intestines, relishing the fresh air that greets it, but the two at my holes continue on without a care in the world. When I look down, into my own body, I can see the pair of enormous, otherworldly cocks using me for pleasure, slick with blood, just ripping open the holes they’ve made for themselves. There’s a perverse part of me that’s getting off on this, that’s relishing the way my body has been reduced to such a singular purpose - and, as my vision finally, finally starts to fade, that part of me takes over.

My last breaths are spent moaning in pleasure, eagerly anticipating when the third xenomorph matures and it can destroy my throat like it’s supposed to. Unfortunately, I don’t last long enough to experience it.

[teleportzz]

taking a nap with non-24 makes everything on planet earth so so evil and unpredictable. i crashed four hours earlier than i was supposed to in my sleep cycle last night and woke up around when i should be going to bed, and then took another four hour crash only ten hours later????? and now i have absolutely no idea and no way to predict when i'll be going to sleep next. and this basically happens every time i take a nap. as i understand it, people with functioning circadian rhythms can actually have naps sometimes without ruining the whole next week of sleep and having to reschedule everything they had planned 😭

[theonethatyaks93]

Sleepless in Burbank (PaTB/Brinky Fic)

Hey y'all!! Oooh two new fics in one week?! What the heck is wrong with me? Anyways this came from a challenge me and my good writing pal/friend @therealhayyhay were doing where we gave each other prompts for fics. She asked me to write a fic where Pinky gets a little too into Brain's personal space when sleeping and I happily obliged. Go read the one she made for me it's so sweet!! She's such an amazing person!! But here's mine for those who were interested. Hoping this becomes a recurring thing because it was so fun and it allows me to write fun things!! Enough of my ramblings here's the fic:

Only Pinky could make bedtime an utterly laborious task.

That’s what The Brain was pondering to himself currently as his partner was sprawled haphazardly across the bed, snoring softly. He had absolutely no sense of staying on his side, which Brain found irritating, even though it had been happening for years. He desired sleep, especially after tonight’s failed plan ended in an explosion. A reprieve from all the pain was enough for him.

But apparently, Pinky did not care about personal space.

He wanted to reprimand him for his unusual position, but he was already too far gone. He’d probably be up until morning if Brain were to awaken him now.

By all things good on this planet would Pinky just move over?

Brain groaned, bloodshot pink eyes shooting open as his friend kicked him accidentally in the waist for the second time in five minutes. He knew that Pinky was prone to excessive movement while he slept but this was becoming too much. He was thinking about just taking his pillow and sleeping somewhere else, but…something kept him from leaving. An odd feeling held him down, refusing to let Brain get up.

It didn’t help his case when Pinky made a faint, breathless noise, which caused Brain to feel a light blush dust his face.

God forbid, he was going to regret this later.

He turned to face upward, staring at the bars at the top of their cage. They were barely visible in the darkness, rather they were only shadows. It was somewhat ominous. Even a little scary. But if looking at them would benefit, then so be it.

Brain wanted to fall asleep; he wanted to just drift off and wake up to a nice cup of coffee to kickstart his morning. He secretly hoped that Pinky would fix them breakfast, give him a massage, and kiss him on the forehead like he did almost every day. Brain liked their routine quite a bit more than he was willing to admit.

But sleep was all that he craved right now. Not affection, not embraces, and most certainly not kisses. He just needed to close his eyes and sleep. That was all.

Really. No thought of kisses from Pinky’s cloud-like lips right now. No.

Brain closed his eyes, feeling a slight wave of drowsiness wash over him. He inhaled deeply and sighed, finally feeling content about his situation. Pinky hadn’t even touched him once recently…

SMACK!!

Brain winced in pain as Pinky’s paw hit his face with such vigor it almost caused him to yelp. He briefly held his eye, which lightly stung from the impact.  He growled, sitting up in bed with an angry look on his face as he saw his companion’s arm fall right onto his pillow, taking up all his space. Of course, Pinky was still dead asleep.

How on earth was he supposed to rest now that Pinky was becoming a bed hog?

He wanted so badly to wake him up, to shout and tell Pinky that he needed to share the space. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. His friend looked so happy, so peaceful, even if he was invading Brain’s space unknowingly. Ruining Pinky’s night just to confront him would be too cruel, even for him.

Groaning in defeat, Brain cautiously moved Pinky’s paw off his pillow before he laid back down, facing away from him. He guessed his ruined circadian rhythm would be somewhat mendable. At least, this way, he wouldn’t be distracted by something else. Or rather, someone.

Brain felt a little remorseful about turning away from Pinky, but it was what he needed for a good night’s rest. Though, he could still feel a little heat pooling in his cheeks. But he chose not to dwell on that, instead focusing on falling asleep once and for all. Pinky did bump into him again and he pulled the blanket away a little, but that was normal. Brain was used to those things.

He was just about to drift off when he heard soft murmurs coming from behind him. Brain cursed under his breath; what did Pinky want now? He turned around, about to spout some harsh words when he noticed how Pinky was beginning to toss and turn aggressively, whimpering quietly. Which only meant one thing:

Great, another nightmare. Just perfect. At least he wasn’t talking in his sleep this time.

Brain always hated it when Pinky had nightmares. He would get so scared, and then he would be dead silent the next day. Pinky would sometimes wake up in tears; other times he’d yell while still slumbering, which would very much startle Brain. But this time, it was different. He was too quiet, no shouting or crying to be witnessed. Instead, violent thrashing was present, which was not the regular occurrence when it came to Pinky.

This one must be really bad.

He felt his ears droop, guilt lingering in his mind as he watched Pinky violently turn in bed. His whining was still clear, and to say it was bothering Brain was an understatement. Brain had been so annoyed with Pinky’s sleepy antics. And now he was suffering through what seemed to be a very upsetting dream for no reason. Curse the unnatural nature of the resting world.

The persistent thought in his mind just to ignore him and sleep be damned. He was going to do whatever it took to ease Pinky.

Brain scooted closer to his quivering partner, his mind whirling. Giving affection was not usually his strong suit, so it was taking him a while to figure out an adequate solution. Choosing the more…intimate option, Brain wrapped his arms around Pinky, soothingly rubbing his back with care. Pinky stopped stirring, though his face was still in an unpleasant grimace.

It wasn’t enough. Pinky needed to be certain that he was there for him. Here goes his dignity.

He carefully pulled Pinky closer, continuing to hold him tightly and gingerly squeezing him. It was disheartening to see him so distressed, but Brain knew that he’d be able to calm him down. Hopefully.

“Hush, Pinky. It’s alright. No need to fret, I’m here now. I’m always here for you,” he whispered softly, trying his best to sound sympathetic. Brain nuzzled his chest, placing a small kiss on it when he lifted his head up afterward.

It thankfully worked.

Pinky became relaxed, his previously tense body loosening. A soft smile graced his lips as his quiet snoring returned anew. Brain un-did their embrace, pulling away from Pinky with a placid smile, satisfied with his work. He felt relieved that he’d been able to help Pinky so much.

But now, he needed to sleep.

Brain settled back onto his pillow, this time choosing to face Pinky rather than away from him. It was a euphoric notion that the last thing he’d see before finally closing his eyes would be the mouse he…tolerated most. He took a cleansing breath, prepared to finally get the sleep he so desperately treasured.

Until he was forcibly tugged from where he lay by Pinky’s slender arms, being pulled into his chest.

Brain was about to protest by removing himself from the hug, but before he could muse a way to part, he was struck with a pleasing warmth, his backside feeling like it was on fire. His initial confused expression shifted to one of contentment, a deep blush present. He sighed in Pinky’s hold, mostly from their shared heat. He supposed that sleeping like this for one night wouldn’t be the worst.

It was all so calm. Brain could hear Pinky’s gentle heartbeat and his low breaths in his ears. It was weirdly peaceful. Unlike those other times when they did this when they were awake, which were still nice, but this hit different. Probably because Pinky wasn’t awake, and he was the only one that could appreciate this affection.

Before he could second guess what he was doing still in Pinky’s arms, his eyelids grew heavy, and his mind began to wander. Perhaps, he’d scold his friend for this tomorrow. But currently, all he focused on was remaining with Pinky, together. As sleep finally came to him, Brain snuggled closer to his partner, the softness and warmth of his fur being the final thing he touched before drifting off.

*****************************************

He was awoken not by the sunlight, per usual, but instead by the sound of shuffling beside him, and a light yawn. Brain blinked once, the familiar scent of Pinky welcoming him back to reality. It was only then that he realized that he’d been sleeping with such proximity to Pinky all night. He’d almost forgotten about last night’s escapade.

And then he saw Pinky’s stunning blue eyes and it all came back to him.

Oh goodness, Pinky looked incredible. Wait, was what happened last night real?

It was. What a relief.

“Narf! Good morning sleepyhead!” Pinky playfully tousled the fur on Brain’s head and kissed his forehead, which caused him to blush.

“Good morning, Pinky.” Brain droned, still a little bit tired, though it had been the best night of sleep he’d gotten in a while. “How did you sleep?”

Pinky giggled. “Oh very well Brain! The bed was extra warm for some reason. Gee I wonder why?”

Brain smirked a little; Pinky’s tone had indicated that he knew the answer, which was just a little humorous. “I must say that last night’s rest was very pleasant. I’m almost completely ready for the day.”

“Wonderful, Brain! Poit!” Pinky sat up immediately, getting ready to do his usual morning procedures. “I’ll go make breakfast, get your yummy coffee all ready, and then we can…”

Brain cut him off, grabbing Pinky’s arm to keep him in bed and placing his hand on Pinky’s mouth. “I said almost. I didn’t say get up, did I?” His voice was almost a needy whine and there was a bit of a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Brain couldn’t help but softly smile when Pinky’s gaze met his as he realized what Brain had meant.

“Egad!” Pinky’s face lit up. “More bedtime with my bestest boyfriend? You mean it?”

“Indeed. Just a few more minutes shall suffice excellently.” A part of him wanted to just get out of bed and start the day, but Pinky came first. And he needed more time with his lover. Desperately.

“Yay! It’s cuddle time, sweetheart! And your gonna looove it!” Pinky giggled as he settled within the blanket again next to Brain. The temperature increased dramatically.

Brain could only muster one quick chuckle before his and Pinky’s lips met for a quick, but well-deserved chaste kiss. When they parted, Brain settled his head below Pinky’s, wrapping his arms around his waist again. He felt Pinky’s arms do the same; they were even closer than they had been last night.

As the two just relinquished in their shared embrace, Brain couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest mouse in the world that he’d found Pinky. Not only was he a great friend but he was a doting partner and, yes, an exquisite snuggler. He knew that they’d always have each other, no matter what abnormal circumstances came their way.

Even if Pinky kept him awake for half of the night.

Special thanks to once again my good friend @therealhayyhay for just being the coolest and most supportive person ever. BTW you might wanna check the notes on the Ao3 version of this for a little surprise lol. Thanks for reading!!

Ao3 version is linked below:

[pixies-and-poets]

Ogh please please please vampire!phantom with something... soft : ]

It was the early hours of the morning. The poet yawned and slid a paw under his glasses to rub his weary eyes. He hadn't been at the castle for long, and... he wasn't exactly sure what his long-term sleep schedule was going to be. Right now, in these hours, his circadian rhythm was more of a circadian cacophony.

He had once been an early riser, and it went against all of his old habits to fall asleep with the sunrise. And yet these days that's when sleep invariably came upon him... easier than sleep had ever come before, and scarcely voluntary... because, after all, that was when his Lord fed. Sleep came freely, the drowsiness rushing into him, after the world's most effective acupuncture routine had drained him of just enough of his lifeblood. And so he slept all day, and was awake and working on his writing all night, and that was that. Still, his body was getting used to the demands imposed upon it, and--

A knock on his bedchamber door awoke the writer from his musings. "My Lord? Is that you?"

"Oui, mon poète. May I enter?"

"Most happily you may," said Woodrow. But as the door opened, he continued, "You are back early, my Lord. There are hours yet before sunrise. Are you tired?"

"Ah, no, mon cœur. It's just... I had a particular desire."

Woodrow blushed, but before he worked up enough sensibility to ask what this desire was exactly, the vampire continued.

"Do you have any fear of heights?"

"Heights!" repeated the poet. "Not as such... I try to keep myself away from high places due to my ill fortune.... but no, I do not dread them naturally. In fact, I once wore stilts of my own volition..." It would be most unfortunate if he DID have this fear, he thought to himself, considering the permanent growth spurt the Fates had granted him.

The vampire, who did not know all of the writer's past, took this to mean he had extended his already unusual tallness, and laughed at the mental image. "I should have liked to see it! But, well, let us waste no more time then- there are things I'd like YOU to see. Come-" and with that he floated towards the room's large window.

Woodrow was slightly confused, as he already gazed out this window frequently. But then Lord Phan undid the latch, and cast the panes open.

Before the poet knew what was happening, he was snatched up in the vampire's grasp, held tight to his chest. His wings unfurled with a loud leathery flap, and the two of them shot out through the opening.

The wings, of course, were unnecessary for the ghost's flight, but they did help with speed... and thus they rocketed upward, towards the crescent moon. As they reached great heights at great velocity, the poet's instinct was to scream- this was a little more than a normal fear of heights would account for - but he swallowed it, and clutched at the vampire's cravat, looking downwards at the castle becoming smaller and smaller.

Soon enough the vampire stopped. The air at this height was chill and moist, and the vampire himself was no less cold, but held so tightly and protectively in his claws, the poet felt warm. And safe. He looked down at Spooky Trails as he had never seen it... rivers and creeks winding through forest, ruined abbeys and derelict villages, and Lord Phan's castle itself, with the grand stage in its courtyard and the Moon Gate further on. Even the occasional creature moved about, both corporeal and spectral, so small that he could scarcely make out their species- just that the glowing white dots were likely Boos. To those below, the Phantom would also be a barely-discernible speck, the poet effectively invisible and the vampire's glowing belly looking like just another star in the sky.

"It's beautiful from up here," said the poet in awe.

"Yes," said the vampire. "I wanted to show you my domain as I see it. The idea came to me when I was in flight. I noticed you often write about birds in your work, so... I surmised that perhaps you might enjoy the bird's eye view. Or the bat's, as it were. You are part of my world, and thus ought to see my world."

"Oh, my Lord, I... thank you."

"You are certain you aren't afraid?"

"I'm never afraid when you're here."

The vampire purred at this, and nuzzled into the poet's neck. Freeing his arms from under the Phantom's grasp, the poet loosened his own collar, starting with the ribbon that held it tight. He looked back down at the world below him, and felt the familiar sting in his neck. Perhaps it was just the intensity of the setting, the dizziness of the heights and the thinness of the air, that made the experience seem extra intense; but the vampire seemed especially amorous tonight, the little licks and the hungry suction at the poet's veins just the right amount of passion tempered by tenderness. He sighed, reaching up a hand absentmindedly to stroke the vampire's cheek and play with his hair, but soon his vision went fuzzy and his paw fell limp.

Lord Phan finished his work, and held the man in his arms tighter than ever, now barely conscious and floppy as a ragdoll. Soon he would flutter back down to the window and lay him into bed. For now he held him, supporting his head close to his own chest, feeling the warmth of the poet's body on his exterior and the even more intense heat of his freshly given blood inside him. Indeed, the satisfaction was external and internal....

He looked down at the world below. A world that recently he was seeing in a new way, illuminated and given vibrancy by the work of his favorite poet. A world that was better than he had ever known it could be.

[katya45kg]

Weightloss tips u may not know about or do but don’t know the science behind them 🩷🫶🏻

1. After a 48hr fast your dopamine receptors reset. For example: a mars bar gives u a dopamine hit? Gone. Try eating fruit now, it will taste better, sweeter & its more healthy for u. - source “Fast like a girl by Dr Mindy Peltz”

2. The reasons why people can’t stop themselves from binging is because of sugar and flour. Eating those foods or food containing them MAKE u hungry. The best way to satisfy yourself after a meal is to cut those products out. I eat only fruits and vegetables and i find that after lets say 2 tomatoes or a banana, i feel satisfied. Some days all i eat is a piece of fruit for snack and a salad for dinner & im fine. - source “Bright line eating by Susan Peirce Thompson”

3. After 3 days of fasting, the hunger goes away. Push through it & you’ll notice it gets easier. When u break your fast ALWAYS do it with something healthy like fruits or vegetables. Going back to like ice cream will ruin the dopamine receptors and you will crave unhealthy foods again. - source I can’t remember but ive heard it heaps on YT videos & ive tried it and can vouch for that tip.

4. After 2mins of running or high intensity exercise, your body runs out of energy & begins to fuel you by producing cortisol to keep u going. High amounts of cortisol results in your body storing BELLY FAT. So if u happen to notice that u store belly fat mainly, that could be the reason. Source - Autumn Bates on YT (i forgot which vid but i think maybe it was a tik tok, sorry.)

5. Starvation mode is a myth. Look at prisoners of war for example. They are so emaciated due to lack of food, if “starvation mode” was true, they wouldn’t end up like that. Maybe u may not loose for a few days but that is your body holding water or possibly gaining muscle, if it prolongs further than this see my next tip. Source - i forgot im so sorry, possibly a podcast?

6. Your body has a natural rhythm known as the circadian rhythm. This in short like an internal clock that regulates our sleep-wake cycle and other bodily functions. It helps us feel awake during the day and sleepy at night. It's influenced by factors like light exposure, hormones, and daily routines. It means that your body doesn’t digest food the same at night, if at all. It isn’t supposed to. If u feed yourself after 6-8pm, the digestion process is slower, much slower. This can cause to hormones being released at the wrong time, storing fat, keeping u awake etc. It is best to not eat after 6pm (if u heard this tip from ur mother growing up, it is actually science backed, its not so u “eat less & that makes u loose weight” its because u stop eating after a certain time. It is actually because your body isn’t designed to digest food late in the night and so u loose fat easier.) Source - “Change your schedule, change your life by Dr Suhas Kshirsagar”

7. Birth-control whacks out your hormones. If u are on BC & find u have all these cravings & can’t seem to restrict, thats most likely the reason why. A lot of doctors will tell u “its just water weight” but thats not the case. The constant stream of synthetic hormones keeps your body in a state that similarly reflects how u feel the week before your period (bloated, craving, tired etc) and u feel this way continuously. Im not saying go off birth-control but if you are puzzled as to why u may feel like this & u are on BC this may be the reason. Source “Your brain on birth control by Sarah Hill”

8. Also on the topic of hormones, if u aren’t loosing weight no matter what u do or its very slow progress, it can be due to a hormonal imbalance. Exactly which one im not sure, it depends on you and your body. U can see which hormones are out of balance via online tests (idk what to google i read it in a book). Completing tests online can give u a rough idea of which hormones may be unbalanced and then u can go to your doctor and request certain tests to medically check. Your dr can then advise you on what to do to balance them. You may also have hyperthyroidism which can make u constantly tired, unable to loose weight and sensitive to stress. Source - “Hormone repair manual by Lara Briden”.

That is all i can think of rn. I have read all books i have sited & many many more. There is definitely a huge science to weight loss and i may make another post in the future stating what i have learnt. Most books are written by drs or people of similar qualifications. I applied all these to my life and loose weight continuously. My mother is also a certified nutritionist, personal trainer and life coach & she also follows all these things & has read the same if not more books. She is almost 50 & bmi 18.3 & has consistently been this way for my whole 21yrs of living even after having 3 kids. She doesn’t loose weight due to her high calorie intake (like 3k cals a day) but she also doesn’t gain weight so if u follow these examples by restricting u will see major weightloss. I also have lost 5kg in 8 days from following these tips this relapse & last relapse i lost 30kg in 4ish months from these tips.

[msburgundy]

lack of sleep got me wanting to go full carrie mathison but i just have too much working against me rn i think. my cringe fail circadian rhythms can be thrown off at the drop of a hat in general anyway, so with the longer days i'm not adapting well. normally in the summer i would just sleep less and be fine but it's not working that way this year (a good thing but does not feel like it). so i cannot get my body to prepare for sleep on the schedule i was previously keeping, and i just keep getting later and later.

on top of that, for work rn i'm having to clock in an hour early (i've been doing this the last few weeks and have probably 2 or 3 more weeks left). no matter when i go to bed (never at a good time but anywhere from midnight to 2am) i feel the same when i wake up at 7am. which is awful.

but that one hour shift is always especially hard for me, daylight savings ruins me for like 3 months so i just don't even acknowledge the change when it happens and gradually let myself readjust my schedule to the sun.

so i'm basically in self imposed daylight savings with a continually delayed sleep time

and tbh i think the solution for me is actually to get up at 6 instead of 7 so that i'm not getting disturbed in whatever sleep phase makes you feel like you're dying if you wake up during it

but of course if i can't get to sleep before 2, i really cannot afford to forego another hour of sleep, even if it makes me feel better

in short i'm dying and there probably actually isn't anything i can do about it lol

[eurydicees]

the word cup is dangerous for me for two main reasons. first because my sleep schedule is fucked. i have completely altered my circadian rhythm so that i can watch women from a country i’ve never been to kick a ball for 90+ minutes at 3am. and second because i’m ridiculously invested in said kicking of ball for 90+ minutes and if said women from a country i’ve never been to lose at this it will probably ruin my whole day.