insomnia adventure

Since all the dining halls are closed today I walked to Subway (it’s like a mile away) but while I was there it started raining and I didn’t want to walk all the way back to my dorm room in the rain so I went next door to Insomnia Cookies and asked for a delivery for cookies but with me too and that’s the story of how I got a ride home and a dozen cookies for only 11$

The Summer (Lack of) Sleep Cycle

Step 1: Heat keeps you awake at night

Step 2: Feel tired, experience anxiety over lack of sleep

Step 3: Stay up later because you don’t want to go back to tossing and turning in bed.

Step 4: Eventually go to bed.

Step 5: Toss and turn for an hour or two until finally falling asleep. 

Step 6: Return to Step 2

Adventures with a sleepless girl

The weight of the world is yours to explore
And we may never know what we’re put here for
But sleep if you can
Sleep if you can
And tomorrow we’ll make an adventure for you

But if you find yourself too tired
Too sleep deprived to walk the miles
That your heart yearns to know
It’s okay let me know
And I’ll save these adventures for you

You suffer your dark days, even the worst
And it may still be in here in spring or summer
But love what you can
Live when you can
And I’ll be waiting to take an adventure with you

And if you find yourself too tired
Too sleep deprived to walk the miles
That your heart yearns to know
It’s okay let me know
And I’ll save these adventures for you

Sit with me beneath the trees
Find the pulse, learn to breathe
The three of us need three of us
So even when you fall to dust

And you find yourself too tired
Too sleep deprived to walk the miles
That your heart yearns to know
And the places that you long to go
Sleep if you can
Dream when you can
And the adventures your heart makes
We’ll save for us for when you wake

Zak Bagans of Ghost Adventures followed me on instagram like 5 years ago via their original official account and I still wonder why. Like he would like my selfies and stuff for a few years but I never had the balls to message him and then I ended up deleting that account so I’ll basically never have closure.

sterkeyra  asked:

After reading your awesome headcanons especially the sad miscarriage one for Cor I'd love to read some fluff for the poor guy :D Like maybe it works out the next time and he'll become a proud, overprotective daddy yet he still grieves over what he lost. He might tell awesome good night stories about his possible adventures& might have funny struggles with parenting^^ i know it's shallow but the guy needs some happiness haha^^ Plus he's got some time on his hands after he got cut from the plot :x

Hey pal! It’s finally here- the fluff you’ve been waiting for! This scenario stems off the miscarriage aftercare scenario :D My heart is about to burst from the feels I felt while typing this- THIS IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER <3 We all need happy, Papa Cor here- why isn’t there more of this around in the fandom?!

It takes three years for Cor and his s/o to finally try for another child. When Cor’s s/o runs out of the bathroom waving a positive pregnancy test around in the air, Cor’s face breaks out into the most beautiful grin. He has to head off to the Citadel for work (his Crownsguard duties have no end), but when he arrives back late in the evening, Cor takes his s/o up gently in his arms and showers them with gentle love and adoration the only way he knows how, thankful for her presence in his life *wink wink, nudge nudge*.

Almost nine months later, Cor finds himself staring with amazement at a tiny little girl who has inherited his steel blue eyes and her mother’s gentle temperament. He absolutely refused to let the tiny girl out of his sight, and he very reluctantly hands his daughter over to his s/o for breast feeding- much to the amusement of his s/o. Their daughter is also securely attached to her father- not making too much of a fuss when he wasn’t around, but breaking into giggles and squeals whenever she was picked up and cradled in the marshal’s large, yet gentle and warm hands.

Cor keeps pictures of his little girl in his office, but they are held in small, black understated photo frames. But the fact that he has four pictures of his adorable, smiling daughter (accompanied by her mother in two of the pictures), gives away the fact that he’s proud to be a doting father- despite his stoic façade in the workplace. A fifth photo frame sits in his top desk drawer, containing a sonogram of his first baby. The baby he hadn’t been able to protect… Cor looks at this picture every day without a miss, to motivate him to be a better person… a better father to his beautiful daughter.

The marshal is usually a very strict man, but he can’t raise his voice at his daughter when she’s done something naughty. He absolutely cannot stand the wounded puppy look she directs his way- so full of betrayal and hurt. Once, when he scolded his daughter for running off to play with Iris in the Citadel without telling him, he had to hide himself in his office for ten minutes to prevent others seeing his mist out of guilt. That little girl is precious to him, and while he doesn’t want to see her get spoiled by his love, he feels like he’s failing at being a good parent because he lets his princess off the hook for just about anything.

When Cor’s precious daughter is around four years old, she becomes obsessed with bed time stories. Cor blames Regis, who indulged his little girl in every request- no matter what time or place. Often, Cor would look all over the Citadel for his little girl, only to find her sitting atop Regis’ knee whilst giggling joyously as the King of Lucis told her animated stories about his past adventures outside Insomnia. All of this, mind you, happens on the throne. Yes, Cor’s adorable daughter is loved by all!

So when his precious little princess begs Cor to tell her a story standing in the middle of his and his s/o’s bedroom, dressed in her tonberry onesie, Cor can’t refuse her. Cor’s s/o would smile affectionately at both Cor and her daughter when this happens. Laying back and relaxing against her pillows, Cor’s s/o would let her eyes close and just listen to Cor’s gravelly voice grow sweetly soft as he recites his old adventures to his reverently listening daughter- lulling both of his most loved people in the world to sleep in a matter of minutes.

Not having the heart to jostle the bed with his movements, Cor tucks his daughter in between his s/o and himself. He gently presses a kiss to his daughter’s soft cheek and sighs. He feels a soft hand grasp onto his night shirt, and stares tenderly at his daughter, who turns towards him in her sleep and trustingly snuggles into her hero- her daddy.

Overwhelmed, Cor diverts his gaze from his darling daughter to his s/o, who is also fast asleep. Cor doesn’t believe in a higher divine power, but he sends a silent prayer of thanks above regardless, for the blessing that is his s/o and his daughter.

Cor Leonis is a very happy man.

Well that was a fun nights sleep. Slept 12-2 and 4-6. Weirdly, now I’m up and about, I feel high as a kite (by which I mean happy and floaty in a very sleepy way). Maybe this means I’ll be able to do Words today? It’s an improvement on the grimdark mood that I’ve been in for the past couple of weeks anyway.

Night is a distant lover
Sitting across the room.
I toss
I turn
I beg
For her return.
Silent in her rocking chair,
She watches my cocoon.
An hour passes,
And the crickets seem to faint.
Yet, here I lay
By the light of the moon.
I slowly give in
And accept my fate.
The day shall never end.
The crickets dead
And moon’s gone to bed,
Yet sleep is not my friend.
Black envelopes me,
Chilling me
As my mind wanders
The seven seas.
What is that I see across the way?
The corners collect my energy
And swallow the shadows,
I swear it.
Twilight becomes my eternity,
But light has become my spirit.
The ceiling talks
Of grandiose walks
And mountain passes
Here I lay
Awaiting end to today
Imagining green meadow grasses
Upon my bed.
Suddenly, She speaks softly
Barely audible
Over the roaring train of thoughts.
She slowly creeps
Closer to me
And into my bed she leaps.
Her warm embrace,
Our dog-tired dogpile,
Spells a soft smile
Upon my face.