someone force me to go to bed

Waking up early is a struggle for many students, me included. As someone who wakes up at 6am every school day I know this all too well. So I decided to create this post to give you some tips on how to make it a bit more manageable to wake up early. 

It can be really difficult to force yourself out of bed but I think that there are more advantages than disadvantages to it in the end.

So here we go!


The night before

Start your night routine 1 hour before you want to close your eyes for the night. For me that time is 9pm since I want to go to bed at 10pm. So I try to stop studying around that time and start making my bag and such. That usually takes 30 min which means that I have 30 minutes for myself before bed. 

Put out clothes for the next day. This is a classic but it works really well. Check the weather for the next day and choose appropriate clothes. This way you will save time in the morning and won’t have to stress about what to wear. 

Make your bag. This is very effective and saves loads of time in the morning. Put all your school books in your bag for the next day and add any snacks or drinks that you’ll bring. 

Put your alarm somewhere you can’t reach it. Put it away from your bed so that you have to get up to turn it off. This way you are less likely to get back to bed. Also it prevents you from using your phone into the endless hours of the night. 

Put your alarm so that your have more time than you need in the morning. I personally don’t like being stressed in the morning so I’d rather put my alarm for a bit to early. 

Have a glass of water by your bed. In case you get thirsty in the middle of the night. 

You will have to go to bed on time. This is unavoidable if you want to feel alive the next day. I personally like to go to bed at 10pm. I’ve never been much of a night person. I would recommend getting at least 7 hours of sleep. 


In the morning

Let all that light in. Don’t dwell in the darkness because you’ll just make it more difficult to get up.

Don’t snooze! I know that it is tempting but don’t do it! You’ll just go back to bed and be more tired and get up an hour later and then be late for class. 

Splash your face with cold water. A kinder version of the cold shower. I personally don’t like to shower in the morning and this works just as well. 

Get dressed ASAP. Then you feel more awake and you’re less likely to go back to bed. 

Do something that you like. I like to watch a tv show episode in the morning because I really like my tv shows and it also gives me a reason to get up on time. If I don’t get up on time I won’t be able to watch my episode. But you could do anything that you enjoy like sudoku or drawing. It becomes a good start of the day. 

Food! I am personally not a big fan of breakfast to early in the morning so I eat really slowly which is another reason for why I like to have a lot of time in the morning. Make something that you know you like, and if that an is avocado sandwich then great but simpler stuff like a cheese sandwich works just as well. 

Decide on a time that you will leave the house. This will make it easier for you not to lounge around at home for too long.


Benefits of an early start

You have time to exercise in the morning! I know that this isn’t something that people like but it is a very good way of waking up. You don’t have to do a full out work out routine, it can just be a 20 min yoga session or a light jog. 

You add like 3 hours to your day. This is what enjoy the most when it comes to waking up early. It really feels like your day becomes twice as long. 

You can distribute your studying time. I personally like to study in the morning if my classes start after 9am. That way I don’t have to do all of my schoolwork in the afternoon. 

You get some me time. Wether this will be in the afternoon or in the morning is up to you. But in the end you will have more time for yourself. You can also be completely by yourself in the mornings since you’ll be the only one awake. I quite like that. 

You get to enjoy the sunrise! 


This advise is based on what I like to do in the morning so everything might not work for everyone but I hope that you might find some of it useful. And be patient, because it will not be easy to wake up early on the first day. But if you do it for a while it will become easier :)

Dear person who I’m going to fall in love with one day,

I have to stop writing to you.

Whenever I think of you, my eyes fill with tears. I cannot help but think of a future of love, laughter and a family that will never be ours.

Because I know you don’t exist.

And that knowledge hurts me to the core.

I can just feel it. I am just one of those people who will never have anyone.

I have sat in restaurants and cried. I go to a cold bed at night and try desperately to pretend that there is a possibility you exist. I have forced myself to enjoy my independence so that I would not notice the empty space at my side.

So much, so so much, I wish for someone to be with me. I imagine what it would be like to go out on a date, to get to know someone, to find out what makes them tick. I have wondered what it is like to wake up with someone next to me. I think about how it would feel for my heart to skip at the sight of my love.

I think about being that person for someone else.

I don’t think I want children. But there is this little part of me that still wonders. A child, or maybe two? A little one to raise, and to love, with the man I love. A home of light and joy, of laughter and madness, a beautiful life.

But a life I will not have.

I imagine a wedding. I imagine wearing a long white dress, I imagine walking down the aisle. I think of being stunned seeing you at the altar, of you looking at me with the same look on your face. I think of a simple kiss, I think of the vows, I think of us.

Then I remember you don’t exist, and the vision disappears.

I wonder about travelling. Hearing a voice call my name, imagining turning around to see a camera, and laughing. Thinking about you next to me and sharing these incredible moments with me, wanting to put my hand in yours.

But all my hand will ever feel is air, with the wind caressing me, and an empty space forever next to me.

I think about intimacy. I wonder what is it like to have a lover. I imagine a single kiss on my lips, I think of his hands on me, mine on him, and I dream,

And then reality sets in, and I wake up.

This part is usually where I ask whether you will love me, and today I finally have an answer. No, you will not, since you do not exist.

From,
The girl who will not one day be yours.

Heyo imma talk about JJ here bc I have lots of feelings about him

I know a lot of people don’t like JJ because he’s so egotistical, but honestly to me it seems like some of it is intentional forced confidence instead of genuine egotism. Like, as someone who struggles with low confidence, telling myself that I’m the best is actually helpful because you slowly start to believe it.

After listening to the full version of the theme of King JJ especially, so much of it seems to be reassuring to himself. A lot of the lines in there are the sort of thing I would tell myself even. While some of his confidence is real (and well deserved, because he really is good at what he does) I think that’s the reason he’s so excessive.

I think this is also why he’s so competitive. It’s a way to prove to himself that he’s great in a tangible way. Sometimes he gets carried away and says things that come off as rude, but he doesn’t mean to upset anyone.

me: takes a break from drawing my own gay pirate characters to draw someone else’s gay pirate characters

everyone viewing this should go read @skrutskie’s the abyss surrounds us which, in addition to being generally awesome, contains all of my favourite things, namely: pirates, lesbians, and the “forced to share a bed” trope

One of those sappy posts I promised I'd never make.

Here I am. It might be kinda long.

So, for most of my life, I’ve struggled with major depression and severe anxiety. In the past few years, its been gradually getting worse. I got into a relationship, and it manifested in me being super clingy and irritable because of my inability to really express what I was going through.

Last year, my fiance left me. Now, before that day, had you asked me what I enjoyed doing, I could tell you some of my hobbies easily. After that day, however, I had no motivation or will to do any of the things I once enjoyed : Photography. Drawing. Music. All my previous coping strategies no longer worked because I got no enjoyment from them like I once did. I spent my days in my room, laying in bed for as long as I could before someone forced me to get up. I’d always go right back to bed after the minimal contact was achieved.

I ended up turning to YouTube. Now, I’ve always been a fan of Mark and Jack, but their videos gave me something to actually look forward to in the day, and I started socializing again, little by little. Their boundless energy gave ME energy.

When jack did his month long Anti Thing in october, that’s the first time I honestly remember feeling real joy for that entire year. Now, with the appearance of Dark in Marks video, and Antis reappearance at PAX, I finally felt something I hadnt felt in the longest time: the motivation to draw. The motivation to actually get out of bed and do something. Ive spent so long in the hole of my depression that I honestly didnt know what feeling ‘normal’ felt like, or the closest thing to normal I knew.

The community of fans for both Mark and Jack are wonderful and I’ve actually started to enjoy conversations with people again, and not just ignoring everyone.

So, long story short: thank you @markiplier and @therealjacksepticeye(even if they dont end up reading this) for finally giving me the will to participate in the world again. Your energy and laughter are infectious.

I know there are many others who agree.

@mad-eggs-onthewall

His anxiety had gotten worse, but he had forced himself to get out of bed and go shopping, for his sake and Karls. After Karl made himself comfortable on his shoulders, Poe went outside, looking for the pet store for Karl. He saw a large group of people, and he stopped breathing for a moment before swerving away. After wandering around for awhile, he sat down on a bench at the park. After he felt felt someone sit beside him, his body tensed. “E-Excuse me..” He starts, gripping the bench to ease his anxiety. “D-Did you see the large group of people?” Maybe they know something about it. It wasn’t any of his business, but he was curious. 

If I met someone like me, I would tell her that she is beautiful.
If I met someone like me, I would tell her that she is too young to cry herself to sleep.
I would tell her that life is too short to not do what you love.
If I met someone like me, I would tell her that she has so much to offer to the world and that they will only know her strength if she forces them to see it.
I would put my hand on her shoulder, look into her beautiful hazel eyes, and tell her that everything is going to be okay.
If I met someone like me, I would give her a hug and squeeze her tightly because I know that sometimes all she wants is to feel like she is wrapped in something that loves her - whether it’s a person, her art, or even just her bed sheets.
If I met someone like me, I would tell her that if she is ever feeling like her world is ending and that there’s no reason for her to go on, she should tell herself the things that she would say if she were to meet someone just like her.
Dreamcatcher

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Summary: You think no one notices you having nightmares, but you’re sorely mistaken

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death

(Not my gif, found it on google. If it’s yours, tell me and I’ll credit you)

You were always the last person to go to bed in the bunker. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired, hell, you were exhausted most of the time, but it was the fear of what would come when you closed your eyes.
You’d been plagued by nightmares for as long as you could remember, and the more hunts you went on, the worse they got. Scarcely a night went by without you being forced to watch someone die while you slept. You’d seen them all perish; Bobby, Sam, Dean, Cas, and even Charlie made an appearance on occasion. Every night, you saw them killed in some gruesome way, and the memory of it would haunt you all day until you fell asleep for your next dose of nightmares.
You thought the brothers hadn’t noticed, and you were half right. Dean shrugged off the dark shadows beneath your bloodshot eyes and your sudden need for coffee as tiredness from late night research, but Sam wasn’t convinced. More than once, he’d heard your distraught screams echoing through the bunker, but when he got up to check on you, they had always faded to muffled sobbing. He’d never managed to get past your door. Until tonight.
You’d finally given in to the temptation to sleep, and had you been awake you would have regretted that decision instantly. The moment your eyes closed, you saw him lying a few metres away from you, and a strangled cry escaped your lips.

Sam’s face was white as a sheet, his beautiful eyes staring unseeingly at a spot just above your shoulder as you knelt beside him. His crumpled body lay in a glossy pool of his own crimson blood, the smell and sound of it dripping from the open wound in his chest nearly making you retch.
“Oh god, Sammy,” you whispered, a sob rising in your throat as you touched his cold face with shaking fingers. You knew what would come next, knew that whatever beast that had killed Sam would take you, but you couldn’t force your legs to leave him. As you heard a snarl from behind you, you hunched over Sam’s body, crying wildly into his chest. You were suddenly horrifyingly aware of his blood coating your fingers, but you didn’t get any time to think on it as sharp teeth dug into your leg.
A blood curdling scream rose in your throat as the creature tried to drag you away from Sam, your nails catching and breaking and bleeding as you tried desperately to crawl back to him. You felt something shaking your shoulders, as if trying to disorientate you even more, and you struggled wildly.

“(Y/N), wake up!”
You sat bolt upright in bed, glancing around frantically for any sign of the creature. Something touched your shoulder gently, and you leapt away from them in fright, nearly falling off the side of your bed. Two arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you against a warm chest until you stopped struggling and went limp.
“You’re alright, (Y/N/N). You’re safe,” Sam whispered into your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you clung to his shirt, your tears leaving a damp patch on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
“You were dead,” you said, your voice coming out as a choked whisper. Sam shook his head, pulling back to look into your eyes.
“I’m not dead, I promise. Look at me, and tell me if I look dead. If you say I do, I will be very insulted,” he added, making you smile slightly. He smiled warmly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you back into his arms.
“There’s that beautiful smile,” he whispered, kissing your forehead again.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” you mumbled, wiping your tears away. He shook his head again, taking hold of your wrist with one hand and wiping your eyes gently with the other.
“Don’t apologise,” he said quietly. “I was awake anyway.”
You nodded slightly, rubbing your arms in an effort to warm yourself up. Cold sweat coated your body, and goose-bumps had risen all over your bare arms. You caught sight of your duvet, thrown off the bed in Sam’s struggle to wake you up.
“Do you think you can get back to sleep?” Sam asked, squeezing your hand gently. You stared down at your fingers intertwined with his, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach. You shook your head slightly.
“Me neither,” he replied. “And I’ve always thought 2am is the best time to start a Lord of the Rings marathon, don’t you?” he asked with a smile. You smiled back at him, squeezing his hand gratefully.
He stood up, still holding your hand in his rather large one, and led you through to the library. As he set up the first movie on his laptop, you nudged his shoulder gently.
“Thank you, Sam,” you said shyly. “You don’t have to do all this.”
He smiled softly at you. “Sure I do. Now shut up and cuddle me, you’re talking over Galadriel.”
You chuckled slightly, leaning against him and resting your head over his heart. He wrapped his arms around you securely, his chin coming to rest on top of your head as his arms formed a protective circle around you. By the time Bilbo had vanished at his birthday party, your eyelids were drooping shut. Out of habit, you forced yourself to stay awake, knowing that sleep meant nightmares. Sam seemed to notice, as he kissed your forehead softly.
“Go to sleep, (Y/N). I’ll keep the nightmares away,” he promised.

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Play this at my funeral

In which Cas keeps failing spectacularly at being honest with himself

Replying to the discouraged anon, I was thinking about how the most consistent image I’ve had of Cas this season, for now at least, to me has been of someone whose story/life is “paused”. Literally “waiting”.

In the beginning we’re told Cas’ grace is burning out, he’s dying. However, he’s not frantically looking for a solution - compare to him looking for how to solve the MoC problem. He’s lying in a bed, almost completely naked, going on about how he misses Dean…

Then Crowley forces stolen grace into him, and the grace problem is put on hold. This gives Cas the opportunity to pretend it doesn’t exist and need to be dealt with, and focus on Dean’s problem(s) instead. He splits his time and energies trying to set his past wrongs right, on the one hand, and trying to save Dean, on the other.

And in doing this, he almost never sees, or even talks to, Dean.
The last thing that happened in season 9 in Cas’ life is that, despite having Metatron thrown in jail, he was humiliated and had his more intimate secrets revealed and was deprived of the person he loves most, thinking he’d been killed. Now he’s dedicating himself to helping Dean. Dean just trusted Cas with a weapon that’s extremely dangerous to both Dean and everyone else, and that morevoer, if Dean had it, could heavily contribute in making him want to kill Cas and Sam. As far as undercurrent feelings go, they surely haven’t grown any less fond of each other.

And yet, they have barely been together. They had this extremely awkward, wtf dialogue in 10x03 where Cas mentioned a ‘female in the car’ (???) to a hurt Dean (seriously, w. t. f.), and then mentioned taking time to rest now that things were relatively calm. Cas as good as told Dean he could be there, if Dean wanted, if only Dean would insist a little to have him over somebody else having him, but as always Dean didn’t ask.

So Cas doesn’t stop wanting to help, but once again, he goes. And I’m wondering now, how much is Cas really helping? Yes, he’s trying to find a cure, but Dean’s doubts about whether looking for something that might not exist is a good use of their time or not seem increasingly reasonable. Even more because all three of them, depending on the situation/moment, tend to believe their time is limited. Cas wants Dean to make it, but he doesn’t know if he will, and most of all he doesn’t know if he himself will make it out of his grace issue, even though he’s on borrowed grace right now. Sam fears Dean might die. Dean is split between thinking he can fight this, and thinking it might/will be too much eventually and he’ll have to try and eliminate himself, or be eliminated, somehow.

In short, these could be their last days. And looking for a solution looks like a sound strategy, but is it really, if it means Cas has to be away from Dean basically all the time? Especially when the strategy that really works might very well be centered around relationships, i.e. around giving Dean a strong support system for the moments when he can’t pep talk himself out of growing violent? I don’t think Cas has really thought about this, or that he really wants to think about this.

Which brings me back to something I said at the beginning of this season. All this avoidance masked as ‘trying to find a solution’, as ‘trying to be useful’ smells like fear to me. I think Cas wants to help but he has no clue how to deal with a Dean who is showing his more monstrous side, who might lose the very thing that made Cas fall in love with him - his humanity. I think it was an important clue when Cas was so understanding of Dean ‘preferring to be a [supposedly emotionless] creature’ in 10x03, because humans feel fully but it means suffering so much. Cas is scared shitless of his emotions, and even more of having to witness that transformation in Dean, day after day, if things get worse instead of getting better.

So Cas is keeping his distance and asking Sam how Dean’s doing. It reminds me of Jemma saying she’ll stay home in case Kit comes back. She’s waiting there for him. He does come back, but at that point he’s too far gone and tries to hurt/kill her. So yeah, all of this did manage to give me the impression that Cas is waiting. But Cas, hon, what Dean needs isn’t just some ‘rest’. He can’t sleep it off. And it’s not looking for a solution either, if it means he never gets to spend time with you. What Dean needs is you. He needs you to be there and tell him the things Sam’s been telling him, the way only you can tell him. Like the burger date but another 1000 times, hoping that maybe, if you’re lucky, it does something. But keep waiting for things to get better, keep waiting for the time to be right, keep waiting ‘for your cue’, and the person who’ll come to you won’t be anything like the Dean you love, at all.

I really don’t know where I was trying to go with this, except that Cas may now think of love as a positive, desirable human feeling, but he sure has a lot more to understand about emotions. And I just hope it won’t be another slap to the face like at the end of season 9 before the poor fuck gets it.