it is late at night and i am going to bed now

tøp lyrics that break my heart

rain down and destroy me

I don’t know if I am dying or living

we had to steal him from his fate so he could see another day

he pretends he’s okay but you should see him in bed, late at night, he’s petrified

it’s time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is mine.

what have I become? I’m sorry.

ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again

one half of my heart is free/the other half of my heart’s asleep

I have committed dirty dirty crimes

you would do almost anything just to feel free, am I right?

the windowsill looks really nice, right?

I’m forced to deal with what I feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real

am I screaming to an empty sky?

we’re going too fast, fast, save us now!

you’re not who you’re supposed to be. this is not what you’re supposed to see

my treehouse is on fire and for some reason I smell gas on my hands

I will fear the night again, I hope I’m not my only friend.

on my enemies I wouldn’t wish who I was

I’d live for you and that’s hard to do, even harder to say when you know it’s not true

shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts

I look outside, see a whole world better off without me in it, trying to transform it

I want to be known by you.

I have anons asking me where Sam and Cait are today, like I should know.  So to you, here is my theory:

Cait was online last night late but not stupidly so.  Valbo posted on IG and to the MPC group this morning about his last workout with Sam for a while and then a while later Sam commented on that post saying ‘Now go back to bed!’  I don’t see them skipping the wrap party.  They’ve always gone to them before and they’re popular with, and love, all the cast and crew.  I think they went for a while, then Sam was up early to go to the gym, and now they are either on their way to SA or busy getting ready to leave soon.  I know it’s hard to believe but I am not an informed source.  Just someone with wicked sm timelining skills, a theory based on nothing,  and a kitchen full of dirty dishes.

Mornings Like This

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Married!Adrienette/Ladynoir
Rating: T for smooches, and just because it’s a morning-in-bed thingy.
Word Count: 1223

Excerpt: She sighs and moves to reprimand him, but instead of seeing glinting eyes and a mischievous smirk, her vision is filled with gold. Strands and strands and strands of silken gold.

A supposedly funny mini thing turned into a three-page thing that’s little serious but still hopefully fluffy. ANYWAY. It’s 4 AM. Have this thing. Also on FFnet and AO3.

For @ladyofacat, because it was her prompt that brought this on, and for @caprette, because she drew that Adrien-with-Chat-Noir-hair-therefore-he-looks-like-Mytho sketch.

Mornings Like This

With all of Marinette’s late night activities—both as a civilian and a hero of Paris—unhurried mornings are a rarity.

Mornings like this, then, are treasured. Mornings like this, when she can wake up slowly; when she can appreciate the softness of her bed; when she can take time to be thankful of the good dream she had, regardless of whether or not she remembers what the dream was about— good dreams usually involved a specific blond man with bright green eyes, anyway.

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To the boy/girl who broke your heart:
I realize now laying here in my bed at 5:41 am that I don’t need you anymore. I discovered all I need in this recovery process is myself, because you weren’t the best fit for me and I am my own best fit. You didn’t respect my time that I poured out and sacrificed to you, you didn’t appreciate me as a human being but made me feel lesser then one. After pouring my love into you, I am taking all the late night texts, sneaking out, and all the times we laughed and made a memory and I putting those back into me in a form of loving myself again. It’s a good things that I realized now that I need to start loving myself because I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore. The only thank you get is thanks for making me realize I can’t love a ignorant person like you ever again but I love a beautiful person like myself which I’m going to do.
P.S. You suck at cuddling
Sincerely,
The one person you will never get to love you ever again.

It is now 2am
Despite a good Many of Things, I am at last in bed.
The time has come for sleeping.
I have resigned and resolved to this.
I pull up the covers.
I am warm.
THERE IS A DUCK QUACKING IN THE COURTYARD.

We almost missed out on something amazing

Why isn’t TodoDeku considered THE Christmas ship???? 

Todoroki’s painful childhood, Izuku’s lonely childhood with only his mother as his comfort, both wishing for something a little better, seeing things they want more than anything but can’t have (Todoroki wants family and Izuku wants to be a hero) and like. Their colors. 

Pls look at this evidence.

it is,,,,,, destiny,,,,,,,,,, they are each other’s PRESENTS 

Long but Important

Hey.

So, I have a problem. Every chance I get, I take out my phone , or get on the computer, just to check Tumblr. And then I have to scroll through my whole dash, and sometimes I start conversations with people that makes me get on my phone/computer MORE, and it’s just become an issue I need to sort out. I was up until 12:30 AM last night, which is late for a thirteen year old who should be going to bed at 10 to 10:30. Plus, I have state on April 1st, and I have a huge English project due Monday, and I also have to draw/write the prizes for my raffles.

So, because of all of that, I’m taking a break from Tumblr. I’m giving myself 2 or maybe 3 times a day to check my notifications and messages, AND THAT’S IT. Unless there is something important that I have to do at that time, checking Tumblr should only take 2 minutes max.

If you need me to see something, tag me in it. If you were a winner from my raffles, and you need to talk to me about that, I will still be doing that. If you ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO GET MY ATTENTION FOR SOME REASON, send me a message. Other than that, I’m probably going to be pretty inactive until April 2nd. Sorry everyone.

Dl;dr: I’m taking a break until April 2nd. Tag me if you need me to see something, message me if you absolutely need to talk to me.

Started the day with green tea and oats - topped with berries, sugar free maple syrup and half a quest protein bar.

It’s a public holiday for ACT workers today, which I am stoked about. Sometimes you just really need that extra day.

I went to bed last night and my hot water wasn’t working. It has been playing up a bit lately but usually comes back on. Anyway I woke up this morning and still have zero hot water. Thankfully it is not a public holiday here in NSW so it’s a normal working day for plumbers. 

I called a plumber and the receptionist told me she’d pass my details through to one of the boys to call me…. that was 3 hours ago but I haven’t heard anything…. and now I just turn on my taps and I have hot water again…. wtf! I am still going to speak to them about it when they call as I am pretty sure hot water shouldn’t just kick in and out when it feels like it.

I have pretty much binge eaten the entire weekend. Again. Out of control. I know last week I was going to raise my calories, but now I have changed my mind and think I need to cut them again. I’m all over the shop at the moment and I know I am overthinking it. I just need to pick a method and stick to it for an extended period of time instead of chopping and changing!

Basically, eating in the 1200 - 1500 calorie range has worked well for me in the past. So that’s what I am going to do, but I need to make sure I eat back my exercise calories so I have enough energy. I need to stop stuffing around and stick with it!

I know I have said this before, but I have become someone I don’t want to be. Someone who makes excuses to binge eat and stray from her goals. Someone who eats takeaway food on a regular basis. I used to look down on those people (not saying that is ok) but now I am that person. 

The only plus is that I have been enjoying the gym more and it’s not a chore atm. I’ve been averaging 4 days per week at the gym. 

It’s Monday. Time to get my head right.

July 1961

Dearest Judy,

It’s late in the night. I’m tired, yet I can’t go to sleep. Have you ever lain in your bed, your head lost in the pillow… your teeth clenched so tight that they’ll keep you from screaming out loud - all because you miss somebody so very much? It’s a miserable feeling. My eyes cry desperately for sleep, they are ready to close and die away. But my mind can’t. Thoughts violate its peace like a swirling tornado. And one persistent thought keeps imposing itself on the others: I want to see her. Please, I’ve got to see her.

I remember what you said the other night - that you’re scared… so am I… but I’m also desperately in love. In love with everything in you and about you. In love with your thoughts, in love with your face, in love with your feelings and emotions. Is it wrong to feel this way? All I know is that right now the way I feel is the way of my life. And I’ve always believed that there’s nothing I care about more than the way of my life.

There must be something wrong with the world, I think. Why should we be afraid of what we feel, of what we think? Why should they be right and we wrong? It’s not just a matter of a woman falling in love with another woman, it’s a whole way of approaching life, a whole series of beliefs and feelings and ideals that is at stake. And I’m too selfish, too self-confident to accept theirs instead of mine. In a way, I’m scared only because you are. I didn’t want to cause you any trouble… but for myself I don’t care. I’m in love. What does it matter whether it’s a man or a woman? Love is wonderful, beautiful in all its forms and aspects. Love is love.

I love you, Judy. I say it and I don’t care, I’m not ashamed. I want to say it again and again. I love you Judy. Judy, I love you.

Charoula

—  from Dear Sappho: A Legacy of Lesbian Love Letters, collected with permission by Kay Turner
If You Do - Pt. 5

pt. 1      pt. 2      pt. 3      pt. 4

Secret

warnings: language, force


‘Rise and shine, sunshine!’

The mattress of Jackson’s bed bounced up and down as he kept furiously jumping on it, making you almost levitate in your still half-unconscious state. You groaned loudly, trying to block out his noisy ass and the sun shining through the curtains by pulling the blanket over your head.

‘You’re not going to spend your birthday laying in bed all day, are you?’, Jackson frowned and tried to pull the blanket off of you.

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so i was bored and its 4 in the morning and i thought: hey lets describe whats going with vive currently in both here and on the discord server. so heres a little bland drabble i typed up out of whats basically going on

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01/14: life lately

Bad news, Last thursday (or even earlier than that) I got sent home from work because of Flu. I also called in sick the next days because I can’t get up anymore. With that, I drove myself to urgent care (ER) on Friday because my fever is already getting higher than last night. (39-40 deg C) My headache, cough, sore throat and nasal congestion worsen too. The doctor, however didn’t prescribe me oseltamivir anymore because it’s too late for that. (it’s been 48 hours already)

All I need are bed rest and lots of fluid. All i’m worried about now is that, if I’m not going to get better on Sunday, there’s a chance that I could miss work again and I can’t afford to do that! So Lesson learned, if only I went to doctor earlier and got a prescription drug for flu, I might get well in 2 days. But since I am so in denial of getting sick, I went there too late and was nearly dying. And now, I missed 2-3 days of work already.

take care of yourself! Flu season is here.
This is the first time I got sick in the US. (like seriously) I can’t even remember how I got home because driving to and from the clinic was really difficult.

Adios, let me rest. I’m contagious now so no cuddles. :(

Ps: and yes, I have a narcissist page there for my planner/journal.

It was late at night when the hotel room door opened, cool air rushing into the slightly warmer room. It was clean and neat, a contrast from earlier where potato chip crumbs rested on the floor and a pile of dirty laundry littered the messy bed sheets. All of that was cleaned now; the bed well-made, the laundry folded neatly on her comforter and the chip crumbs gone from the floor.

‘I really am going to have to tip the manager extra when I can afford it.She cleans my room every time I leave.’ Katherine thought to herself, shutting and locking the door.

In her arms was a brown bag of groceries, mostly microwavable meals and on-the-go snacks. Her day was busy, but she’d completed the fire, water and grass trials. She was so proud of herself, she was going to take the next few days off from trials and just chill out. Setting down the bag and allowing her Lucario to put up the rest of the meals, she plopped one in the microwave and took out her phone, catching up on the latest news and texting her family to reassure them she was fine. Of course, she could never tell them she was living off of microwavable meals. Her mother would panic.Soon enough, her meal was done, and the scent of microwavable meatloaf filled the air. She got it out while her Pokemon stretched out in various parts of the room, either having eaten or currently eating well-harvested beans. Katherine was starving, and, wanting to feast as her beloved Pokemon did, took a bite of the steaming meatloaf.

”GAH!! SHIT!!”

Give Up the Ghost

A/N: For @tmntflashfic‘s October prompt “hauntings.” It’s 2am, which means it’s technically the 28th, and I literally just finished writing this, so I’m gonna go ahead and post it now. That’s cool, right?


Mikey wakes up to a text from his brother that reads You’re late.

He rubs sleep from his eyes and squints at the uncomfortably bright screen of his phone. The rest of his room is pleasantly dim, and there’s no sunlight straining past the thin curtains at the windows above his bed. It feels too early to be up, and it wouldn’t be the first time Donnie lied to get him out of bed.

He glances over at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and groans. Levers himself up on an elbow to thumb back a quick Its only five am don. I dont have to meet leo till 8

The power went out during the storm last night. Your clock is wrong, and you’re late.

Belatedly, Mikey thinks to check the time on his phone. Then he yelps and throws back his blankets. Dog and cat both spring from the bed as Mikey disentangles himself from the sheets.

“You should’ve woke me up sooner, it’s almost nine!” he shouts down the hall.

Don slams a cabinet door in the kitchen, annoyed. Well, that makes two of them.

Mikey fell asleep four hours ago in jeans and a T-shirt, and those are rumpled but still clean enough, so he snatches Don’s hoodie off the back of a kitchen chair and pulls it over his head to complete the ensemble, bumping blindly into the wall as he goes. Cramming his sneakers on without untying them, Mikey grabs his bag off the floor.

“I’ll be back late tonight,” he calls over his shoulder, and then he’s rushing out the door.

Leo is too polite to leave more than two messages on his phone, and the last one is from about ten minutes ago. Mikey calls him while he’s waiting on the elevator.

“I’m so sorry,” he wails the moment Leo picks up. “My alarm didn’t go off this morning and Don was a jerk and let me sleep in.”

Don’t worry about it. I’m waiting downstairs. We can still get there in time if we hurry.”

“Give me two shakes,” Mikey says, jabbing the Down button more insistently. “And please tell me you have coffee.”

I do. But yours is cold by now, I think.”

“Great, I’ll be able to drink it faster. Okay,” he adds, as the elevator doors finally rolls open. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

True to his word, Leo is waiting in the lobby, and hands over a large paper cup of what was once a piping hot caramel cappuccino. It’s less than lukewarm at this point, but Mikey wouldn’t have gotten to where he is today by being picky about what he puts into his body. He accepts it gratefully, and they double-time it to the parking lot.

The gear is in the trunk of Mikey’s Jeep, two worn green duffel bags that they check and re-check before each gig, and they’re not about to cut corners this morning just because they’re running late.

“Everything’s here,” Leo says, zipping up the bags again. A few of Mikey’s neighbors pass by a little too close for comfort, and Leo slams the tailgate shut before they can get an eyeful of gasoline canisters and sledgehammers.

“'Morning,” he greets them awkwardly. 

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Late Night Swim (Audrey/Reader)

requested by @audreyjensenghostface

“I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

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Quietly getting out of the bed you shared with Audrey, you dug through your drawers to find the bathing suit you just bought.

You were almost to the door when Audrey’s hoarse voice stopped you, “Y/N? Where you going?”

“I’m going for a swim, do you wanna join me?” You asked the now awake girl who stared at your bathing suit clad body.

Audrey checked the time on her phone with widened eyes, “It’s 2 am, why do you wanna go swimming right now?”

You shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep, now, do you wanna come or not?”

The girl nodded but then frowned, “I didn’t bring a bathing suit..”

“Just wear that and i’ll lend you something after.”

Audrey looked down at her pajama shorts and tank before nodding, “Alright, lead the way.”

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“Isn’t this nice?” You grinned as you floated on your back

Audrey sat on the edge of the pool, her legs splashing in the water, “I can’t believe you talked me into getting out of your warm bed to come swim.”

You rose your eyebrow before swimming over to her, “I didn’t talk you into anything, you came willingly.”

She smiled down at you, “Sure I did, c’mere.” She leaned down to reach your lips, only for you to pull her into the pool.

Audrey yelped as the cool water touched her skin, “Y/N!”

You laughed loudly as she fixed her hair that was soaking wet and covering her face.

“You’re gonna get it.” Audrey mumbled while pulling you closer to her, your bare stomach against her clothed one.

“Am I?” You questioned, leaning your forehead against hers. The grip on your waist tightened as you two stared at each others lips.

Audrey was the first to make a move, her lips pressed against yours and your hands instinctively went to her hair.

Kissing Audrey was an experience, she was always gentle, but firm. Pulling away, you grinned at the breathless girl in front of you, “I can check kissing in a pool off my bucket list.”

Your girlfriend chuckled, “You’re a dork,”

A breeze passed through which made you shiver, “Let’s go back inside and cuddle, yeah?” She asked.

Nodding, you two headed back to your room before drying off and changing then getting back into bed.

“That was fun, can we do it again sometime?” You asked as you cuddled into the girl beside you.

She nodded, “Yeah, we can. Goodnight, beautiful.”

God, your girlfriend was an actual cheese ball.

“Night babe.” You mumbled, closing your eyes.

Late night swims really were the best.

Today I thought about you. I know, “What a surprise” you’ll think. But today it was different. Instead of thinking that I can’t live without you I thought of all the days that I have. Each day I wake up and I wish you were here, and each night I go to bed disappointed. Tonight will be the same. But one day I’ll curl up in bed and think “I wonder where that stupid boy that let me go is?” because I may miss you now, but I won’t forever.
—  It’s been 183 days and here I am.