#i'm going to bed now i'm sleepy

[monstrsball]

i might be getting back into daisuga... hm.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)

[darknesspervades]

do you ever think about rue refusing katniss's mockinjay pin and wonder if it symbolised her refusal to be the face of the revolution and thus foreshadowed her death

[compressedrage]

Inspired by the fact that is Mother's Day today, I had a thought

How much do you think the CG understand about traditional family dynamics?

I'm sure they understand a lot, since they exist on a computer with easy internet access, and they definitely watch movies together. I just wonder if (for example) they ever think about how the RYGB don't have parents. Where'd they come from? We don't know, and they probably don't either! They just existed on a stickfights webpage before Orange busted them out!

Or take Orange. Does he ever think about how the closet thing he has to a father is Alan? The one who killed his friends, tried to kill him, and then chilled out over the course of five months? Sure, everything's okay now, but still.

I just wonder if when they talk to Purple, who's an Outernet stick who had actual parents, they ever stop and think how different their lives were.

Traditional family dynamics must seem pretty foreign to them.

[disasterbuck]

Make me write purple hearts swirl for me 😆

💜💜💜

Hiii! Sorry it took me a while to get to this, but here it is!! I hope you enjoy! 🥰

💜💜💜 - I wanna hold your hand

"You look like you're three seconds from passing out," Buck said as he locked the door.

"That's cause I am," Eddie replied, fingers curling into Buck's shirt so he wouldn't fall over.

"Do you want food first or sleep first?" Buck asked, slipping an arm around Eddie's waist to help support him.

Eddie sighed, dropping his head to lean on Buck's shoulder. "Sleep," he said, just as his stomach grumbled loudly.

With a quiet chuckle, Buck took Eddie's bag from his hand and set it on the floor before guiding him over to the couch. Eddie didn't protest, though he wasn't sure that sleeping on the couch was the best idea, and obediently sat when prompted to do so.

"Have a nap," Buck said, gently brushing some hair back from Eddie's forehead – Eddie immediately closed his eyes and tipped his head back, sinking into the sensation. "I'll go whip up some food, and then after we've eaten we can both have a sleep."

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[cerise-on-top]

Singing Price a Lullaby

Reusing one of my favorite ideas! I actually put in the names of all the characters I write for into a random picker and I got Price! Lovely, he's earned it!

Looking up from your phone, you gazed through the window, looking at the few stars and clouds that were visible. The sun had kissed the planet goodnight a while ago. And yet, here you were, all alone still, lying in your bed as you awaited your lover to finally finish his work for the day. A torturous time, really. Although he may have been so near, you dared not disturb him in what he deemed so important. And thus you were left to your own devices for hours now, asking him whether or not he had desired some food from time to time. Truthfully, an empty stomach was the only thing to make John abandon his oh so important work. And even then, conversation was sparse, he merely thought about work, not paying you much mind. While there may be the occasional answer were you to ask a question, it was short. He may have been the captain of a prestigious force, but that didn’t mean he should neglect you like that. Even you, with your understanding nature, had your limits. But it wasn’t John unintentionally ignoring you for the majority of the day that got to you, no. What really irked you was how few breaks he took. Yes, what he had to do was indeed of utmost importance, but you’d rather have him take care of himself either way. You brought him tea and water, incentives to get away from his paperwork for a few minutes at a time.

Looking at your phone yet again, the clock read 21:23. Had it been up to you, you would have dragged John from his desk and into bed. While you may not have been as strong as he was physically, you would hold him down until sleep would take him. If you needed to, you would learn to tie knots as well, anything to get your boyfriend to rest. With a sigh, you turned off your phone, deciding that you, and him, had had enough for the night. Your bed may have been a bastion of comfort, but it was incomplete without him. And thus, yet again, you sought him out in the one place he could almost always be found.

You knocked on the door to his office and, to no surprise, John invited you in, not bothering to open the door himself, however.

“Evening, love. Can I help you?” It was late, he had been working since the morning. Evidently, he was tired, his speech a bit slower than usual. John even had the gall to stifle a yawn around you. Had you been stronger, you would have picked him up, thrown him over your shoulder and carried him to your shared bed. But alas he was too heavy. The sentiment was still very much there, though.

“John, don’t you think it’s time to head to bed? It’s half past nine pm already, you’ve been at this since ten am.”

Turning back to his paperwork, he tapped the pen against his papers. “Just a little bit longer, then I’ll stop for the time being.”

Those few sentences made you irrationally angry. ‘Just a little longer’, that usually meant he’d be at this for another three hours or so, which was unacceptable. You took a deep breath and gently closed the door behind you. However, you could not pretend to be calm any longer as you stomped over to John, taking his papers from him and scanning them over. “Spelling error. Spelling error. Did you doze off as you wrote this? Wrong use of ‘than’. Spelling error.” You put the papers down with force, it was a surprise none of them had flown off the desk. “John, you’re dead tired and mentally exhausted. I think it’s time you call it quits for the night.”

Putting his pen down, he sighed. “Love, it’s alright. This is important and the deadline is coming up soon enough. I can go to bed later. I’m not tired just yet either.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer and resting his head against you, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’ll join you soon enough, don’t worry.”

“Stop shitting me. You’re leaving this room right now.” Grabbing his arm, you pulled him up. You had expected otherwise, but he put up no fight as you dragged him off the chair. It seemed as though not even he wanted to really work anymore this late. No one was going to burn him at the stakes for heading to bed for the night. Or stopping for any other reason. “And if you’re not tired, fine. We’ll do something else until you are tired.” What a liar. You were sure if you forced him to bed and wrapped a blanket around him he’d be gone in roughly ten minutes. Maybe even less. His eyes were only half open, and he was, yet again, stifling a yawn. “Come on, we’re heading to the living room. I have an idea for what we can do.”

For a moment he hesitated, refusing to go along with you as you were halfway through the door. John looked back at the documents on his desk, barely moving as you tried to drag him through the door. His gaze seemed almost empty as he stared off into space. He was half asleep, even while standing there. Eventually, he relented, turning off the lights and following you into the living room.

Holding onto his wrist still, you sat down on the couch, patting your lap as John simply stared at you. Raising his eyebrow, it was clear what he wanted to convey. ‘I’m too heavy for you, I won’t be sitting in your lap.’ But that wasn’t your intention either.

“Lie down, put your head on my lap.” Although he may have been a captain, he obeyed your command, no complaints from his side either. It was adorable how he looked up at you, barely conscious. You were certain he’d fall asleep eventually. However, maybe, just maybe, you could convince him to go to bed without him actually falling asleep in your lap. You wanted to sleep in your bed as well, after all. All of this could have been avoided if only he would take better care of himself. You’re going to scold him for that, but it could wait until tomorrow. For the time being you ran your fingers through his hair.

“What are we going to do now? Watch the telly?”

“Quiet, my dear. I’m thinking.” What you were about to do was kind of embarrassing. You were only really used to singing to yourself when no one was around. But you always found your voice to be quite soothing. In fact, you could sing yourself sleepy with certain songs as well. It was a blessing and a curse. You hoped you wouldn’t start yawning throughout it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as unlikely as one would think. Still, you’d give it your all. But what to sing? You wanted to go for something a bit nicer.

Eventually, you settled for a song, looking away from John for a bit before starting to play with his hair again. He never looked away from you, taking in all of your features, regardless of how many times he had seen them.

Your voice wasn’t overly loud, it wasn’t overly high pitched either as you sang. Still, you felt a bit embarrassed, avoiding John’s gaze. It seemed almost humiliating to you, singing in front of someone else after years of not doing so. But it would take John’s mind off of things, you hoped. Your little performance was nice, you could feel yourself relaxing a bit as well.

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

Searching until my hands bleed

This flower don't belong to me

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

Searching until my hands bleed

This flower don't belong to me

This flower don't belong to me

Why can't she belong to me?

Slowly, you could feel your eyes getting a bit droopy as well, a yawn coming along with the feeling. Still, you ignored such for the sake of continuing to sing. John shifted in your lap, laying down on his side as he nuzzled into your stomach. You couldn’t tell if he was actually enjoying this, anxiety building up in your chest. However, you had already started, it would be a shame to stop now.

Every word, every thought, every sound

Every touch, every smile, every frown

All the pain we've endured until now

All the hope that I lost, you have found

He wrapped his arms around your middle and sighed contently. Maybe your anxieties were unfounded after all. It wasn’t often he’d sigh like that, only when he was really comfortable. For a moment, you dared to look at him. His eyes were closed and he seemed happy.

Every word, every thought, every sound

Surrender

Every touch, every smile, every frown

Surrender

All the pain we've endured until now

Surrender

All the hope that I lost, you have found

His breathing was shallow and calm. Has he fallen asleep already? You would have preferred it if he had fallen asleep in your shared bed, but you supposed this was better than nothing. You could always just take a nap tomorrow.

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Your little performance was over now. You had found yourself to be quite tired yourself, but dared not to move in fear of waking John. Yet, eventually, he stirred awake, in spite of you not moving a muscle. His slumber didn’t last very long, if he had even slept in the first place.

“Beautiful, love. How come you never told me you could sing like that?”

“Well, it is a bit embarrassing. Even though I really do love singing. Anyway, go to bed, you stinker. It’s late and you’re tired.”

John sighed, but got up reluctantly. Having pulled you up with him, he linked his arm with yours. You were ready to hold him given how he swayed from left to right as he walked. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. You should sing more often. I’d love to hear you sing again sometime.”

“W-well, I’m sure that could be arranged… We’ll discuss that tomorrow. For now we’re heading to bed.”

“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else at this hour.” What a jester. Had you not intervened then he’d still be working away at some boring papers. But you were proud of him for complying. He needed that rest, after all.

You weren’t sure how long it took for him to actually fall asleep, but you could have sworn you heard light snoring the moment he hit the bed. In fact, he wasn’t even moving anymore, it was you, who had to drape the blanket over the both of you. But you didn’t mind. With a gentle kiss to the top of John’s head, you settled down for the night yourself, nestling into the blankets and getting comfortable. Eventually, you, too, fell asleep, tired from singing the lullaby.

[dovalore]

ibispaint test with little ghost

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

"if monkie kid drops in that time I will simply combust" I'm guessing you got a little toasted?

Jokes on you I've been offline all week cause I was hanging out with a friend, what'd I miss?

[mo-ok]

Maybe Stinger for art request ?

shhhh he's sweepy 🥺🥺🥺

[marclef]

HAPPY VALENTINE DAY!!!!

awwww happy V-Day to you too!!!!

(lookie! Eyhm found one more Valentine to give out!!)

[000marie198]

It's over, the series is complete

*CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING THROWING FURNITURE*

I loved it I loved it so so much igtijgfjhkhkh I'm practically vibrating, jumping off the walls . It feels like it's over too soon, my mind's a mess help. Need to figure out a way for Sonic and the variants to travel between Shatterspaces . THE HUG! THE APOLOGY. THE HUG!

[theonetruegnome]

Garçon, Another!

I felt a gnawing hunger for more oversharing and madness, so here we are! Sorry in advance for the long post. I think we should do Kickin' next, my favourite of the boys. Introducing,

Conk-out Cockerel!

This purple-plumed poultry is well known among friends and strangers for his odd sleeping tendencies. While yes, Conk could conceivably fall asleep just about anywhere, his body seems to prefer either somewhere quiet and secluded, such as his coop or the attic of a friend's house, or in the literal middle of the street (Has happened several dozen times), anywhere where people frequent or somewhere very awkward, no in between at all. He has mild narcolepsy, and never really sleeps well at night when he ought to, only really sleeping in 5-10 minute bursts randomly throughout the day. Poor Conk just sort of wanders around at night until he gets tired and drifts off where he stands or finds a friend with insomnia he can chat to. He can't really help them much, as his sleep inducing thing (such as catnap's gas, snoozy sow's tea [credit to @funny-critter-blog] or tusker tiredon's bat [credit to @smilingcrittersthingig]) is really his stories.

The tales he learnt from his family as a chick just cause other people to drop off for some reason, so he tries to tell his friends stories to help them rest. Unfortunately, 'Guy who falls unconscious randomly' and 'powers activated by talking' aren't the best combo, so juuuust as they're closing their eyes and nodding off, *SLAM* Conk faceplants into the floor. His friends all love him, but they worry about his health and sleeping habits. Conk just tells them he can't really stop or it, so he just has to live with it and they shouldn't worry about him.

His whole shabang isn't just that though! He really enjoys just living what he can, meaning he tries to make as many good memories with his friends as he can while still conscious, as well as telling his stories and writing new ones when he can. True, this often causes a sort of jigglypuff situation with all his friends asleep by the end but what can he really do about it? His favourite flavour of ice-cream is 'Anything berry or with two flavours in one' and due to his habits of falling asleep at the most inopportune times, he tends to speak quite fast so he can get it all out in time.

He also sports furry booties, partly because they muffle his footsteps when he checks on his friends so he doesn't disturb them (he knows how it feels to have irregular sleeping patterns) but also because I thought It would be cute on the little man.

His pendant is a brown hardback book with three 'z's on it and his scent is marigold.

[kaisollisto]

[cuteniaarts]

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

Who's the fairest of them all?

[softleesam]

I feel like I should change my name to sleepleesam atp😴

[yangjeongin]

FELIX | FINDING SKZ: GET EDITION ( EP. 1 )