i wake to sleep

My eyes watching you from afar. My heart aching when seeing your pictures. My soul calling for you in silence. I don’t know what is happening to me. I need you badly, I wish to see you strongly. My heartbeats whisper “I love you”. I mention you before my sleep. And you come to me in my sleep. I wake up looking for you around, wishing to find you beside me. And coincidences gather us. As if we never knew each other, we avoid looking at each other. And the heart burns from its sighs. Ego has become the title of our story. So life continues more with imagination than reality. This is what vanity spawns. If only we humble ourselves more, so that our souls would cheer up and our hearts flourish with peace and love.

تراقبك عيناي من بعيد …ويتألم قلبي عند رؤية صورك …تناديك روحي بصمت …لا أعلم ما الذي يحصل لي …أحتاجك بشده ..وأرغب بلقياك بقوه …تهمس دقات قلبي ،وتقول أني أحبك… أذكرك قبل نومي ..فتأتيني في حلمي …. أستيقظ وأبحث من حولي لعلي أجدك بجانبي .. وتأتي الصدف لتجمعنا…وكأننا لم نعرف بَعضُنَا ….كل منا يغض بصره …ويحترق القلب من أهاته …الكبرياء أصبح عنوان قصتنا … فلتستمر حياتنا بالخيال أكثر من الواقع … هذا ما يصنعه الغرور…ليتنا نتواضع قليلاً … كي تسعد أرواحنا وتزهر قلوبنا حباً وسلاماً
—  سجى الليل

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Clover, Rex, Opal, Castor, and Paula want to thank u for the very very cute blog !!! Their other brother and sister Sky and Hippo couldnt fit on the ledge to say hello, and Momma Tooie was sleeping somewhere and I didnt want to wake her up !!!

Dont mind Rex giving you the cold shoulder, hes just shy !

The bunnies hope the sticky frogs get lots of treaties and many hugs from their warm tree !! 💛💛💛💛

Hello Clover, Rex, Opal, Castor, Paula, Sky, Hippo and Momma Tooie!! 😀🐸🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐸😀

All the Stickyfrogs are pleased to meet you and send you each a big sticky feetie hug! 😊🐸😊

They like your beautifully patterned jackets very much, they look very soft! Tiny says he also likes everyone’s very fashionable ears! 😄🐰😄

anonymous asked:

It's 3 am and am still awake, and i still cant sleep at all while i have to wake up in 6 hours. I was wondering if you knew great fics of sterek with all the pack? ☺️

Hey! 

I hope you got some sleep :) So many pack fics!! Here are a few plus there are a bunch here 

(Sacred) In the Ordinary by  idyll | 78.7K

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.

Of Wolves and Doughnuts by  Hatteress (goddammitstacey) | 22.3K

When Derek was fifteen, circumstance and a goddamn doughnut had seen fit to Bond him to Stiles Stilinski.

In which Derek is more cunning than anyone gives him credit for, Stiles doesn’t understand why the new Alphas in town are all up in his business and everyone gets a violent crash-course in what it means to be Pack, whether they’re in it or not.

Commands and Contrasts by  ravingrevolution | 88.3K

“Collared Alphas are Careful Alphas”

Seriously? What the hell was that? Because putting a collar on someone was supposed to make them manageable or something? Sure thing.

Or: “Mated Betas are Better Betas”

Again with the control issues. But then again betas were by far the most common classification type, so Stiles assumed that was mainly posted to keep things kind of even.

we are drifting on a vast dark sea by  grimm | 18.8K

A threat to the pack forces Stiles and Derek into pretending to be mates, and it’s all fun and games until the line between pretend and reality blurs.

With or Without You by  KouriArashi | 62.5K

Derek thinks that the mating rituals are overly romanticized bullshit, but claiming a mate and defending them from challengers is something werewolves do, and his pack can’t afford to appear weak after the fire. Especially not when Deucalion and his friends are in town for the rituals. Enter Stiles Stilinski, who offers to let Derek claim him so he won’t be overrun at the ceremonies. Nothing goes as expected.

Fic Project: Glimpses of Portugal

Fact: Dan and Phil visited Portugal together May 27-June 3, 2010, and very little is known about the trip. I’ve decided to write a series of ficlets imagining moments—glimpses—from that holiday. I’ll probably incorporate actual tweets and possibly some of the few photos that exist. Each ficlet will stand alone, and they might not be posted in chronological order. This is just a sort of fic-writing experiment I’m playing with.


Sometimes you wake from a deep sleep and don’t quite know where you are for a moment—there’s a moment of disorientation as if your dreams still cling to you and don’t quite want to let go—but when Phil woke up their first morning in Portugal, he remembered exactly where he was without even opening his eyes. In fact, he lay there for a long moment, eyes still closed, and savored the feeling of the crisp hotel sheets, the sight of sunlight filtering through his eyelids, the sound of quiet breathing beside him, the anticipation of lazy ocean-soaked days that stretched ahead.

When he finally did open his eyes, it was to the sight of Dan’s face, relaxed and peaceful as he slept. Dan’s face was always so expressive when he was awake, it was almost odd to see him so tranquil—“tranquility” was not a word Phil would usually associate with the boy. So Phil lay there a long time, just basking in this seldom-seen aspect of Dan, because everything about Dan was fascinating, even the serenity of his sleeping face.

When Dan’s eyes eventually fluttered open, he smiled drowsily at Phil and murmured, “You’re the best thing to wake up to,” which earned him a soft kiss.

Phil smiled against Dan’s lips and then pulled back to gaze into brown eyes lit with gold highlights by the sunlight streaming into their room through the gauzy white curtains. “I like watching you sleep,” he said, resting his head back on his pillow, still facing Dan. They just smiled at each other, Dan still groggy, still half in that dream land, his wavy hair mussed and wild against the pillow case.

“What time is it?” he asked, not sounding particularly interested in the answer.

“I don’t know,” Phil answered. “We don’t need to know—not the whole time we’re here. We are currently existing outside the space time continuum.” He leaned over and kissed Dan again, and Dan’s lips were warm and slow against his, dragging him back toward that dream world. But this was better than any dream, with Dan beside him and a day of ocean and sunlight waiting for them.

Dan smiled and stretched a bit, the sheet falling to show his bare shoulders and upper chest. Phil enjoyed the view. “The hotel only serves breakfast until 11,” Dan reminded him, observing Phil’s wandering gaze with a tiny knowing smirk.

Phil pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Dan’s bare shoulder, flicking out his tongue to taste the boy’s skin, slightly salty from sweat during the hot Portuguese night. “I’ve never liked breakfast much,” Phil lied, because he really didn’t care about food right now. Dan’s skin tasted better to him than anything ever had.

“Mmmmm,” Dan hummed with pleasure, stretching like a lazy cat, obviously enjoying how Phil’s eyes followed his body’s movement. “I’m not hungry at all.” His stomach chose that moment to grumble audibly, and they both laughed. Dan lifted the sheet and spoke to his stomach, “Shush, you! I’m busy here!” He let the sheet fall again, but it rested at his waist now, baring even more of his smooth skin to Phil’s avid eyes.

“You know,” Phil said, raising a hand to let it slide along the length of Dan’s arm, then down beneath the sheet to caress his bare hip. “We don’t actually have to leave this room at all today. This hotel has room service.”

“But … the beach,” Dan pouted prettily.

“I’m pretty sure the ocean will still be there tomorrow,” Phil promised, letting his hand wander lower, making Dan’s eyes flutter closed and his body arch with pleasure.

“If you’re sure,” Dan murmured with just a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Oh, I’m very sure,” Phil replied, then ducked beneath the sheets.

The laughter had fled Dan’s voice when he moaned a moment later. And neither of them was thinking about the ocean or food or anything but each other.

It was better than dreams. And they had nowhere to be but here.

How nice of you to let us watch such bloody mess (Fluff/Angst oneshot)

This oneshot is a continuation of the vampire story @fantastic-beasts-smut wrote. I hope they enjoy it.


“Newt.” A hand shook his shoulder. “Wake up, please. I can’t sleep.” The voice sounded sad and hoarse. Newt groaned and opened his eyes. He was hanging from the celling of the Minister in York like a massive bat. All members of Grindelwald’s clan slept in such a position. It was a bit tricky and especially the youngsters had troubles getting a hang for it. Newt himself had lost count on how many times he had dropped off the celling.

Rubbing over his tired lids, his eyes found who had addressed him. It was Percival Graves. He still was pale and a bit shaky on his legs. His dark hair was elegantly combed and he still wore the suit Newt had turned him in. The blood had dried.

His sight caused Newt to flinch with guilt. He had not wanted to turn this man. But he had been very hungry this night and the other man’s scent had triggered something in him he did not really understand. It was more then just the greed and desire for blood. It had almost felt human. Grindelwald, his Sire, had once said that vampires could become attracted to types of blood. Newt so far only had had this case once. With Porpentina Goldstein. A young Auror, he had almost killed before Gellert had sired her. So why was it that the same phenomenon now happened with Graves?

“What is it, Graves?” Newt had barely finished his sentence before in a very unelegant and silly manner he slipped off his sleeping place and more or less crashed down on the floor. Ouch! My backside, my legs, my back, my ellbows, my…everything!

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I know you all are sick of hearing me bitch (Because I have gotten notes about it) But it makes me  feel a little better to get it out…if you want to block this stuff just block the tag opal has problems


but yeah


when you have had a whole day off and have laid here and slept because you feel like you bother everyone, everyone hates you,  and all your friends want nothing to do with you. I just…have had no energy to do anything all day, and I have been alone with my thoughts…and I just..would like to just cut and run like always..but where would that fucking leave me.


i know this is all fake and in my head…but I just…


wish i was good at this talking thing…good ad this friend thing…good at anything…


days like this i wish i could sleep and never wake up.

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“It would be my pleasure.”

They only had one shot of soju… Zen knew he shouldn’t have given them alcohol, but their puppy dog eyes got the best of him–

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“7 or never, 7 or nothing.” #GOT73rdAnniversary #3YearsWithGOT7 #LetsFlyHighLetGreenShine