the urge to. cancel my doctors appointment tomorrow... It's at 8:30!! it's getting hotter again I'm having a hard time falling asleep!! If I get less than 8 hours of sleep I might crash, especially if I do something exhausting that day, like a fucking appointment!! + my sleep schedule is fucked and I can't really fall asleep before like 2am
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@newyearknwwme yeah, it's six months aka pretty much the entire autumn and winter. those are the darkest months of the year
in austria the clock is set back for an hour on the last sunday of october (the clock jumps from 2:59am to 2am) and then set forward an hour on the last sunday of march (the clock jumps from 1:59am to 3am)
you get used to it fairly quickly, it's just really annoying twice a year. and for some people it throws off their rhythm (not for me luckily)
the most annoying thing about it for me is that winter time makes the sun go down even earlier than it already is. so sunset is between 4 and 5pm in december when we could have it between 5 and 6pm instead
and yeah technically it's supposed to give you an hour of daylight more in the morning, but lbr who even needs that in the 21st century????? people are either still asleep or they're sitting in school or an office or whatever and we've got electricity and lamps for those now!!!!! and for a lot of people it's still dark when they leave the house in the morning anyway. and then when they get off from work it's also dark, like how depressing
if it were up to me i'd abolish daylight savings and just stay in summer time year round bc i think it's much nicer to have some last bit of daylight left when you get out of your class or leave work or whatever it is that you do. who needs daylight when you can't even go out and enjoy it bc you're trapped in a school/office/idek what building lbr
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obsessed with sukuna who’s inexplicably fascinated by the way you sleep. <𝟑
he does watch you from time to time but you never realize it. not in a creepy way, but more in a curious one. he mostly wonders why you seem to feel so relaxed in his presence, considering he strikes fear into the soul of anyone he comes upon— but not you. there’s something about you. something deeply annoying.
you’re cutely tucked between his sheets, a little drool dripping from your lips to the pillow. you’re completely relaxed, one naked leg sticks out of the covers while the sound of gentle little snores grace sukuna’s ears. defenseless and completely at his mercy but he finds nothing better to do than to stare.
he hasn’t touched you nor does he wish to disturb your sleep. it’s almost a whine of disgust that escapes his lips when you turn in your sleep and snuggle the pillow which smells just like him. you’re so insufferably adorable. sukuna’s fascinated by the way your rested cheek against the pillow makes your lips puffier and the way your breath follows a particularly peaceful rhythm in unison with the movement of your chest.
little did you know, he’s been staring for hours. watching you unintentionally scratch your hair or tighten your grip around the pillow you’ve been hugging tightly against your chest. your hair’s a mess but it flows beautifully with the messy covers of sukuna’s bed and your mouth opens when you’ve finally reached a deeper state of sleep. he has watched every single one of your movements carefully and still cannot pinpoint the reason why he cannot stop staring.
maybe it’s the fact that you’ve confidently assured him hours prior that you’d never sleep in the company of someone like him. failing miserably when the softness of the sheets overcame your stubbornness. or maybe it’s the way you’ve tried reaching for him even through the night. he had every intention not to allow you to touch him, but the time finally came when he was asleep and your hand found its place on his chest, following the breathing of his burning heart.
remembering how careless you both were disgust him. allowing you to touch him is one thing— because, yes, he allowed you, but to occupy his every thought every since you met him is infuriating. he couldn't even catch a break when you were sleeping. there’s a reason why he felt the need to stay and, of course, he’d refuse to ever admit that he had gone soft on you.
no.
he wants you to be terrified of him. he wants you to fear his name and worship the ground he walks on. he wants to feed on your tears and delight himself on your cries.
does he, though?
"’kuna.."
here it is again. you’re mumbling his name in your sleep and it takes every fibre of his being not to shut you up. an irritation. an itch in his plan. that’s what you were. a nuisance he needed to take care of. his hand moves on its own towards your neck, pointy nails ready to tear your skin apart but seems to stop just over your jaw. an hesitant groan almost wakes you up before you’re lulled back to sleep with long digits simply grazing your cheek.
"shut it, woman."
and before you know it, he’s caging you in his arms, breathing pattern slowly synching with yours while his other hands cover both of your bodies under the warm blankets of his comfortable bed. he won’t let you go until he’s rested and the king of curses does need a exaggerated amount of sleep with you snuggled against his chest.
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