#2pm stuff

[sailorjisunq]

그 아주 부드러운 음악 속 너와 헤매고 싶어

[buglaur]

[snapcracklepop-myjoints]

We had salmon for dinner last night, and salmon for 2PM breakfast today. beautiful world

BEAUTIFUL WORLD !!!!!!! I am actually making salmon for dinner tonight <3 love and light on planet salmon

[aishgumi]

- megumi fushiguro as ur boyfriend 🩵

summary: MORE unserious crack im sorry 😢😢 i have 0 ideas right now so plzz go on the “ask🎤” on my profile and send me some if you have them i will do any jjk character and anything u want!!

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[climbdraws]

maybe it's adhd or whatever but I hateeee when people make plans and they're always around midday. It's 7am everyone's up we don't need to wait till noon to leave let's go

[obsob]

do you make enough money from selling prints in etsy to sustain your life? how are you able to afford this beautiful house and time to crochet and go on walks and all of that? i’m not asking for nosiness but because i’m trying to figure out what i would need to do in order to make my life financially sustainable… is art an option… etc

short answer i mooch off my bf <333333333333333

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

Tweaker ahhh brother. Druggie ahhh brother.

Soda picked up the note only to immediately dismiss it. He groaned, stress and frustration making him pull at his hair before eventually he just got up.

He took up his keys and ran outside, hoping into the car and making his way to the house, followed by him mumbling swears to himself every few seconds or so.

When he pulls into the driveway, he sees Ponyboy and Steve both stood there on the porch awkwardly, hunched over in front of the door.

Soda squints at them through the window shield before getting out and walking over to the two intoxicated individuals.

Ponyboy was still crying up a storm, Steve just awkwardly patted his back. It became obvious to Soda as he got closer that instead of just standing there, they were actually trying to break the door open with a pick.

“Woah– hey, it's open. What're you–?” Soda frowned, trying to get in between of Steve and Ponyboy.

Steve flashed him a glare before realizing who it was, and immediately backed off. “Oh. Uhm. Yeah, I forgot.”

Soda gave Steve a real long look as he took up Ponyboy and opened the door for them both. He let out a firm hum, and nodded to Steve.

The three all headed inside, and Soda ushered both of the boys over to the couch, wrapping them up in blankets as he ran off to go get water and snacks.

“You two need to sleep.” Soda mumbled, making his way over and buzzing between the two boys. He was placing a hand on each of their faces, feeling the heat radiating off the two.

Ponyboy was still blubbering, getting comfortable on the couch with Steve opposite to him. He was curled up tight in on himself in the blanket. “I feel sick, Soda.”

Steve was quiet, clutching the blanket he was given close to himself, staring blankly ahead of him. Soda looked at him for a moment before looking back at Pony.

“I know, hon. Drink some water for me and try falling asleep. You'll feel better with something in your system that ain't drugs.” He laughs, planting a kiss on Ponyboy's forehead and he held out the water to the kid. “Did you eat anything today?”

“No.” Steve replied for him, and Soda turned to him in surprise.

Ponyboy shook his head, agreeing with Steve. “It was real dumb smoking on E. I'm hurtin' everywhere, Soda.” Ponyboy sniffled and took a sip from the water finally.

Soda sighed, his lips pursing as he thought. “It's gonna be okay. I promise.”

Ponyboy nodded and yawned tiredly. He was shaking like a leaf, his eyes big from the high, yet slanted just because of the same issue. “I'm... I'm gonna sleep now.” And he planted his head onto the couch arm, closing his eyes and relaxing.

Soda and Steve both stared at the kid, letting him fall asleep for a good minute, before looking at each other. It was unintentional, and they both looked away as soon as they caught the others eyes.

Soda spoke up first. “Where've.. where've you been?”

Steve shrugged. “Around.” He fidgeted with the hems of the blanket, finding a loose strand and tugging at it.

Soda hummed. “Do– are you– is it me?”

Steve went quiet, his brows furrowing. “No.” He shook his head. “Not as simple as that, unfortunately.” He let out a huff.

The two of them sat in silence for a moment longer, Soda placed a hand on Steve's knee and moved closer. Steve shook his head at him. They locked eyes again.

“It– you didn't do nothing. I mean,” Steve paused, thinking. He shook his head again, this time at himself. “You aren't why I'm doing this. Not really.”

“Then why are you, Steve?” Soda mumbled the question, his voice was becoming quieter without him realizing.

Steve shrugged again. “I'll talk about it later. When I'm–” He gestures to himself with a laugh. Sober. “...You should be at work.”

“You should be at school.” Soda tilted his head at him pointedly, smile soft as he teased the brunette.

Steve smiled back. “Yeah, I should.” He held his breath for a moment, breaking away eye contact to let it go. “...I'll be okay. I'll sleep too.”

“Okay...” Soda patted his knee affectionately, standing up before planting a kiss on Steve's forehead, same as he did with Ponyboy. “You promise?”

Steve made a t-shaped motion on his chest with a lazy finger. “Cross my heart.” He closed his eyes as he slouched into the couch, getting comfortable himself now.

Soda laughed at him, nodding. “Okay. N' stay in the house, will ya? Darry will be home soon. I've got–” Soda cut himself off. “...I'll be busy tonight. But he'll take care of ya. Okay?”

Steve hummed out a real good “Mmm,” before he entirely began to fall asleep.

And Soda went back to work. Unhappy to leave the two there all by themselves, but he knew both of them could handle it.

He just couldn't shake off the thought that maybe he was the problem causing all of this.

He arrived back to the DX, put his keys back in place, and plopped back down on the stool.

He was exhausted.

[ms-demeanor]

Sleep hours!

1 is Too Late

2 is Best

1 is too late because I have to be at work 9 at the latest (even on weekends 1 is too late because I would like to not fuck up the rhythm)

But 2 or 3 is more like when I would naturally go to sleep if the rest of society was Fake News and I could just do my own thing.

The fun thing about the normal distributions on all of those polls is that they suggest that (among the self-selected sample population of tumblr users who click on polls that I've created) AT BEST 40% of people are ideally suited to a standard 9-5 schedule and the actual majority of the population would like something at least slightly different but no we all have to have fake news bedtime. Actually it's not even fake news bedtime it's fake news get-out-of-bed time because I can go to bed whenever I want. But watch out.

[sforzesco]

DECIMATION ROW

Decimation: Myth, Discipline, and Death in the Roman Republic, Michael J. Taylor / Spartacus: War of the Damned, Decimation

[sailorjisunq]

준호

[hiimcanadia]

One very self indulgent thing that I've decided to do is allow myself to call myself a writer, and call the stories I post to Tumblr stories I have written. I've been hesitant to do that before bc I look around at all the amazing authors we have in this fandom who publish dozens of fics a year with word counts in the thousands and think "can I really compare my 300 word ideas and catalog of works that I might never publish to that?" But I realized recently that all "writer" means is someone who writes. It doesn't matter if the stories are long or have deep messages or ever even get published, it matters that you wrote them. And I'm always writing stories, even if they're short, simple, and tend to be kept to myself.

Like I said, it feels very self indulgent to let myself do this. But idk, if you're seeing this and you're also someone who writes short simple stuff you don't always share, I think you're a writer. If you doodle in private notebooks or decorate your home with crafts you found on pinterest, I think you're an artist. If you occasionally dust off the instrument you played middle school for one afternoon, I think you're a musician. Come take pride in your hobbies with me, even if you don't always feel like you're doing much

[somegrumpynerd]

I must be nocturnal why am I so alive right now

[zackcharine]

I need to try harder to get out of bed but augh

[mumintroll]

giving up drinking is hard bc at uni almost all of my social life is going to the pub or going out. i caved last night and had some drinks at the pub but im going to try and not have any for the rest of the month. idk i wish it was like school when hanging out meant loitering in a park for 5 hours and then going to someones house and having their mother make dinner for u all and playing viddy games until u get kicked out

[lowcallyfruity]

😞 we all know I cant do shit on time

[duahauuoplanh]