#prevent u from falling alseep

[doggoboigaugau]

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If yall see a lot of the same last picture or just none it's bc this app is acting up again and keeps deleting my last hot pic or posting many of them at once and i can do nothing about it...

[thirdeyethoughts]

the wost thing is when your mind wont stop racing, you try and try and try to just fall asleep but your thoughts are too loud to even let you. its late enough so anyone that you could go to is already fast alseep. so here u are again in bed alone with loud thoughts that prevent you from falling asleep. you just want some relif. you just want your head to be quiet for once, you just want to wake up feeling refreshed instead of drained. you dont know why its so hard for you to find that relief, so you sit there pain in your chest getting sharper from all thats going through your head. you even start thinking about things that dont matter anymore just because your here alone in the dark. Everything gets stonger when no ones there, when its just you. you start thinking about why it feels so bad, but your only human so its okay to cry, right?

[wickerjulias]

do u ever think about those times when napoleon is dead on his feet, and his eyes keep closing, and he's trying to keep them open. he doesn't ever let himself fall asleep anywhere (that isn't his bed) in front of anyone. but his mind seems to think of illya as safe, and finally napoleon falls alseep and his body leans on illya. to make it even better: he falls asleep at the table. illya doesn't even realize that napoleon fell asleep at first. he looks down at his friend with a small smile.

Aaaaaw that’s so cute!!! (I can picture them so well aaah!!)

The only thing that prevents his head from meeting the surface of the table in a rather unpleasant way is the huge stack of paperwork in front of him. They had decided to sort through the case files of past missions together. It was easier this way, instead of shouting at each other from different corners of their office. 

Napoleon must have fallen asleep about five minutes ago, because Illya remembers him giving a short reply, before silence had stretched out. He tries to not think of his partner as adorable and fails miserably. 

The other man is pouting, brows drawn together, as if in deep thought. His hair is in disarray because Napoleon has the nervous habit of running his hands over it, especially when he has to concentrate. 

Illya nearly touches it, before he stops himself and tries to stabilise Napoleon instead. It earns him a half-hearted swat and an angry little sound. He suppresses the laughter that threatens to bubble up and settles for putting an arm around him. 

With that, he continues to work.