#(it is 6am... I'm going back to sleep.)

[sergle]

I feel you, its so bad 😭, I had to go on a functioning adult human schedule for school and good god, out the house by 7am... bad bitches are not built for that..

WE REALLY ARE... and man, I can brute force myself into any schedule if there are things that HAVE to be done at certain times (like school, like you said) but it absolutely never feels "right". it feels like waking up at 3am to go to the airport type of shit. and it is truly so annoying... to get hit with the "that's a Normal schedule, you need to Fix your schedule" okay. alright. but let me hit you with this one. is it "normal" or is it just conducive to a 8 - 5. because no matter what my sleep schedule is like, or how locked in I am, I'm more clear headed at night + more productive and energetic. and no matter what, I'm tired during the day, especially the brightest times of day when the sun is allegedly supposed to be signaling my brain to be awake and alert. and it doesn't matter how much sleep I got.

[meneatyoghurt]

After Wing It... I'd love to see some more people guest with the boys. I think Luke made about half the Bill Murray shows this year (unsure about the others, but I know he made an effort to turn up for the big ones) but there were still a fair few three-man shows, including ones that had Luke and was missing one of the others. I'd looove to see some more people fill that fourth space or for someone to join the four of them on a slightly larger stage (e.g. at 21 Soho like they've done with Suki or Rosie before).

Any of the Wing It contestants would be fun to see. Probably everyone's busy with their own stuff but it would be cool to book in one or two of them for Bill Murray shows (those ones specifically because they're more likely to be three-man shows and it means I get to watch them online!) Obviously we've seen Monica and Amy Cooke-Hodgson has guested with them before (right? I'm not confusing her with someone else, am I?) but it would be fun to have them back and see some others too.

[buddyhollyscurls]

we have to turn in a hard copy of our paper tomorrow at like 11am but my teacher is like if u couldn't print out a copy just slip it under my office door any time in the afternoon so now I kinda just wanna finish it over lunch lmaooooo

[theloveinc]

its gonna take me longer than i was hoping but actually i think i got this.

[warm-mangoes-with-chai]

Just found something after 3 years,,,, life is with living still,,,,🥹

Bottom line? NEVER give up, my fellow yuri soldiers 🧡🤍🩷

[isabela-merceds]

fucking hate when i'm sleeping and my dreams are complicated and don't make sense so my brain is working overtime trying to make sense of it and it's then disrupting my sleep so i'm constantly waking up but when i go back to sleep im returning to the same complicated dream and it's vicious and i have a headache and i need a sedative

[labyrinthruled]

The Labyrinth is not a maze.

The fact that the word "labyrinth" can be synonymous with "maze", along with the fact that there are mazes where you need to find the goal in the middle, muddies this notion a little. But in order to understand this, we need to take a step back.

There is a pattern carved into walls across human culture that depicts a labyrinth. Usually, it is square and follows a single, long-winded path to the middle. The most famous example of a labyrinth is the one that kept the m.inotaur trapped, but this would not be possible if that design was used here.

In this sense, a labyrinth feels more maze-like, but I propose taking a step back from this and consider this distinction that usually applies:

A maze is considered a brain-teaser. You apply logic and problem-solving to achieve the goal.

A labyrinth, especially in the modern-day, is used for meditative and reflective purposes. The pattern is on the floor and you can clearly see where you are going, but you aren't 'solving' anything. Instead, you are encouraged to walk the path, contemplating only the steps you take to briefly remove yourself from the busy world around you. You stay in the moment of 'travel'.

Our Labyrinth does not physically match this. It is more like a maze... but aside from moments where Sarah was literally in a maze (such the walled maze during Dance Magic, and the hedge maze), when did she actually have to backtrack and lose a chunk of progress? Every obstacle could be crossed. Every potential dead-end had an entrance appear. Every mistake provided an opportunity. A path was always there, even if it wasn't at first. The Labyrinth made sure she was never trapped.

The Labyrinth, when needed, is a security mechanism. It can confound and frustrate intruders, sending them in circles or trapping them in a section. Guards patrol for a reason. The Bog exists for a reason.

But in cases such as Sarah's? The Labyrinth takes on another role: it helps to teach the individual a lesson they need to learn without the distractions of daily life. Take Sarah. Though she had different puzzles to solve, she was learning to fix her mistakes and realise what matters the most to her. She was given a chance to make friends, broaden her horizons, and see that she was more than just someone who loved acting and fantasy. She didn't actually hate her brother. She was frustrated at the world and didn't have a healthy way of venting this. She was 'trapped' by her past. Her love of fantasy was fuelled by her mother being an actress, and there was always going to be that connection until she found her own way to define this hobby.

(Think about how there was a 'romantic' scene with her 'costar', just like what happened between her mother and the man she ran off with.)

In this way, while there was a 'goal', the importance was placed on the journey itself. It was equally about finding herself as it was finding Toby.

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

I feel like I have had the longest 48 hour day of my life and I honestly don't know if I'm going to wake up on Saturday or sleep until Sunday

[bringsin]

i am struggling so hard with writing bc my sleep schedule has been so fucked that it's just made me incapable of doing anything rip

[everything-is-as-it-was]

Waking up in the wee hours of the morning before the sun comes up to do my T shot like a secret spy on a mission but in reality if I did not do it this way I would certainly Forget to inject myself with juice that makes me not want to die

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

my dad brought home a stray kitten 😑

[switchyfox]

I've never been stabbed so many times and by so many different people in a single dream before

[andthebubbles]

f1 is nearly backkkkkkkkk... and i could miss all of it by accident because it's in my own timezone so either i'll be out doing things or i'll be asleep 😭 oh the irony 😭

[heartbeetz]

Hrm....

[ambreiiigns]

had the weirdest sleeping hours today and woke up at 3am w doubleblack on the brain, as you do, and i feel like the guy from amityville horror being possessed

[flofaiiry]

sick day ; michael robinavitch x reader

synopsis: robby coming home sick one day from work and reader who just wants to take care of him but this man is so STUBBORN and hates accepting help.

warnings: established relationship, robby is sick & stubborn, immense amounts of fluff and domestic reader & robby

wc: ~1500

note: thank u to everyone who voted in the poll! the people yearn for robby fluff so that is what they will receive 🤲 this was supposed to be just a teeny tiny blurb but i got a little carried away. anyways!!! someone needs to take care of this man pls.

you knew he wasn't well when he got home from work last night but he insists he's fine and just needs to sleep it off but from the amount of tossing and turning you felt last night you don't think he did a whole lot of that.

you take it upon yourself to call the hospital from his phone to tell them he wouldn't be coming in today. you know he probably wouldn't want you to do that but you also know that this man DESPERATELY needs a day off, especially today, but will never take it upon himself to make that happen. you turn off his alarm in hopes that he'll sleep a little more but what you didn't account for was his internal alarm clock, refined through years of waking up at 6am or earlier.

like clockwork his eyes open right when his alarm would normally be blaring. he winces and turns over to see you already staring at him. "my alarm didn't go off," he says, voice raspy from a mix of sleep and sickness. "i know, i turned it off," you reply simply, hand going to his forehead to feel if he's warm. he is. robby squints & rubs his eyes, "you turned it off? why?"

"because you're sick," you say like it's fact (because it is). "i also called the hospital and told them you wouldn't be coming today, so you should try and get some more sleep." your voice is soft, expecting pushback from this stubborn boyfriend of yours. "baby..." he sighs, rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes. "i know, i know, i shouldn't have done that, but look at you robby. you're miserable, you're in no condition to take care of anyone else today."

robby is nothing if not headstrong.

"i have to go to work, baby," he sighs and tries to sit up. immediately overcome with muscle aches, he flops back down onto the mattress. "if you can't even get out of bed what makes you think you're going to be able to be on your feet all day, huh?" he doesn't say anything, just sighs, looking back to you, "i can get out of bed, i'm fine just... a little sore."

you raise your eyebrows, not buying any of that for a second, "ok then, stand up." he scoffs, "oh, i can stand up." he says, but doesn't make any effort to. you watch him for a second, then shrug, "then do it." you say again, blank expression on your face.

he takes a deep breath before attempting to get up again, getting a teeny bit further than last time, but eventually collapsing back into bed again. he sighs. "ok. maybe i can't get up." you lean over and kiss his forehead, "i know. go back to sleep, let me take care of you today."

"ok," he breathes, finally accepting defeat, "fine." you smile, pleased that your efforts were coming to fruition. his eyes fall shut again and before you can say anything else, you swear he's already out. you run your hands through his hair once before pressing one more kiss to his abnormally warm forehead.

it isn't until around 11:00am that robby wakes up, the sleep ridding his body of the muscle aches and actually allowing him to get up. you're sitting in the living room, watching the news on low volume when he walks in, hoodie and sweatpants on as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. "god, i needed that." he sighs, making his way over to you on the couch. you smile, having to physically resist the urge to say 'i told you so,' and opt for wordlessly leaning your head onto his shoulder.

"thank you," he says quietly into your hair, after pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "for making me stay home." you smile, "i may not be a doctor, but i know when people need rest. and you my love, need rest." he laughs quietly and drapes his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him. the faint smell of his cologne on the sweater filling the air around you. "i love you," he says simply, like it's the easiest thing in the world, your smile grows.

"i know, now let me love you."

you place your hand on his cheek and gently pull his face towards yours, pressing your lips together in a soft kiss.

" 'm gonna make you sick," he says when you pull away, but you just shake your head.

"don't care," you kiss him again, this time for a little longer. the high pitched noise of the kettle coming to a boil snaps you both out of it.

"mmm, coffee?" robby hums, only to be met with the shake of your head, "no, i read that it's not good when you're sick, makes you dehydrated because of the caffeine or something." he groans when you stand up, walking over to the kitchen. "that can't be true, coffee makes everything better."

you shrug, "not according to web m.d. it doesn't"

"according to michael robinavitch m.d. it most certainly does." he teases, turning around to watch you move through the kitchen.

you smile. "nice try, but no medical license for you today. i'll be doing the doctoring for now." he raises his eyebrows, amused smirk coming on his face now, "oh really?"

you nod, "yup. and this doctor's prescription is peppermint tea, watching movies, and cuddling with your girlfriend all day." you take a teabag from the box and place it into his usual mug, paint chipped from years of wear and tear.

"hard to argue with that logic," you hear the tiniest bit of rasp in his voice from the germs. "oh and tylenol," you add, looking up from pouring the water, "tylenol would probably help too."

"tylenol would definitely help," he corrects, "do we even have any of that? i thought you finished it last time you were sick."

"we do now, i went out." you reply, walking back over to the couch to hand him the mug now full of steaming hot tea. he accepts the mug from you, mouthing a 'thank you,' before taking a sip. "you went somewhere? god, i must have been out because i did not hear a thing."

you nod, taking a seat on the couch again next to him. "yup. got meds and stuff to make soup."

he raises his eyebrows through a sip, "make soup? no canned stuff?" you shake your head, "only the best for my patients."

the rest of the day is slow. robby ends up napping for a majority of the time. you make him the soup you promised and watch some history documentary netflix recommended.

as the sun falls and the moon comes up, robby's got his head on your lap, your hands are in his hair, the gentlest scratch of your nails lulling him into yet another nap. it's getting late, and you know he's gonna want to go to work tomorrow. if there's anyway that's going to happen he's going to need a good night's sleep.

"i know when i'm the sick one you'd just carry me to bed but... i don't think that's gonna work out well for me if i try." you say, voice quiet as you run your hand along his arm to slowly wake him up.

"just fireman carry me," he teases, "throw me over your shoulder like a bag of potatoes or something."

"if you want to be responsible for all my broken bones, then sure, i'll give it my best shot." you smile down at him before he sits up. rubbing his eyes and mentally preparing to stand up.

"come on, you know you'll be more comfortable in bed." you say, standing up now and pulling gently at his hand.

"yeah, i know," he hums, standing up. once he's fully straight, he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you into him. your head falls to rest on his chest like it's where it belongs. like it's natural.

"thank you," he whispers into your hair. if there were anyone else in the room, they wouldn't even know he said anything. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, before pulling away to look down at you, "for taking care of me."

you smile, "of course."

"seriously, i know i'm an ass about accepting help. i know i'm stubborn as hell but... thank you for not giving up."

you just smile. not sure what to say. there's no world in which you'd give up on taking care of the man you love who neglects himself all too often.

"let's go to bed," you nod towards the bedroom, "sleep is part of my treatment plan too."

he returns your smile, "lead the way, doctor."

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