#cw insomnia

[the-bar-sinister]

Imagine your F/O cuddling and soothing you when you have insomnia. They hold you while you’re anxious, and pull you back into their arms gently every time you come back to bed from getting up. They don’t mind that you’re a bad sleeper, and they’re happy to stay up with you if you want, or just to cuddle with you and let you watch them sleep.

#self ship #selfship #self shipping #fictional other #f/o imagine #self ship imagine #imagine your self ship #imagine your f/o #cw insomnia

[e-m-p-error]

[ @shadowofthehost || Continued From Here ]

[ Vick ]

When he came into the room and flipped the light switch, he had expected Veatball to march his happy ass past him. That was a normal nighttime routine, for the large mantacat to pad in front of him, chasing Vick from the front, and make a beeline for the large, comfortable bed. The Pentagram shone into the room through the blinds, giving it a hazy, red light if he turned the light back off.

Staring in confusion at the man in his bed, however, he noted that he looked somewhat like Alastor.

Okay, and he sounded like Alastor. Eat him? Really?

The television-headed Sinner made his way into the room after flipping the switch again with a sigh. He took a left to the closet, entering it to get changed into his pajamas. Dressed in a simple tank top with buttons for the straps and a pair of dark, soft shorts, he exited the room and closed the door.

Without thinking about it, he moved back to the bed, hefting the other man like he weighed nothing and cradling him against his chest. It was time for bed, Vick didn't sleep like he wanted to, and he was going to sleep. Even if that meant he had a bedmate. Once he'd pulled the sheets back, he settled himself against the enormous cat taking up his space on the bed.

In the middle, he settled Astor back down beside him on the other side, laid on his back with his arm out.

"Goodnight," He began, "We'll meet properly tomorrow."

He had to take his sleep when he could get it.

#Red Eyes In The Digital Paradise (νι¢к) #Manta Rays Above Us In The Open Sea I Wonder If You Think Of Me (νєαтвαℓℓ) #(Vick and Astor - Shadowofthehost) #cw insomnia #AHHH I am so happy you wanted my big ol' bear TV #I love him so much #I am very invested in using him at all times

[universalzones]

Kitsunami Head Canon

Kit has severe insomnia due to the programming of the need to protect Surge. This has led to the fennec staying up all night, just watching the tenrec sleep, keeping an eye out for any intruders. If Surge tells them to sleep it just cause's them to start talking to themselves in some kind of debate before escalating to a completely freak out as the need to listen to Surge can conflict with the need to protect her. The only way they sleep is if Surge sleeps right next to them. Can't get to the tenrec without them noticing if they're right next to her. Surge tries to help him to break past the programming. It hasn't worked very well.

#universalzones #Kitsunami the Fennec #nervous shaking water #head cannon #headcannon #head canon #headcanon #tw insomnia #tw: insomnia #cw insomnia #cw: insomnia

[melishade]

Number 3?

This ask game

CW Insomnia. Well I allude to it, but I don't outright say it.

"You look...exhausted, Captain." Levi raised his head from his upright hand and noticed Optimus staring at him in holoform. Levi merely scoffed at the Prime showing his concern and sat up.

"You don't look so good yourself, Prime," Levi shot back, "When's the last time you slept?"

Optimus appeared to think it over. "I am uncertain. Cybertronian recharge cycles are quite different from that of a human."

"Still, you look like shit," Levi declared.

"...when was the last time you slept then?" Optimus asked, "I know that humans require on average eight hours of sleep a day."

Levi didn't answer, and turned his gaze to the floor.

"Levi-,"

"I'm not answering that." Levi crossed his arms.

"...The Commander has made me aware of your condition," Optimus informed him.

Levi snapped his head to Optimus before standing up. "I'm going to kill four eyes."

Optimus placed a hand out in front of Levi. "She told me because I inquired about it. I have noticed certain behavioral patterns different from the others."

"That still wasn't her place to tell," Levi said.

Optimus lowered his arm. "I allow the 104th to rest in my alt mode after a long day. You are more than welcome to take that offer."

Levi crossed his arms and thought it over. He wasn't going to deny that the seat were comfortable. "...I'll come by later."

Later that day, Optimus waited patiently in his alt mode for the Captain. Part of him wasn't sure if he would accept the invitation. Levi was someone who was stubborn and mistrusting in nature, and that was not his fault. Levi grew up in a harsh environment like Megatron did. He...couldn't help but think about what would have happened to Levi if he didn't join the Survey Corps.

Optimus snapped out of his thought when he felt someone knock on his door. He turned his side-view mirror to see Levi waiting for him with crossed arms. The Prime opened his door, allowing Levi to climb into the passenger's seat. Levi slouched a little in the chair after Optimus shut the door.

"...so what now?" Levi asked.

"...you rest," Optimus answered.

"...I can't. I've tried," Levi insisted.

"Was there anything that might have helped you rest in the past?" Optimus asked him.

Levi stared up at the ceiling, searching deep in his memories and trying to figure it out. A distorted image of his mother came to mind, but...he couldn't hear her voice. Levi sighed, not wanting to think about it too hard.

"...stories," Levi confessed with a whisper.

"Excuse me?"

"Stories," Levi spoke louder, "...Forget it. It's..." Embarrassing, vulnerable, weak. He could feel hear Kenny scolding him for allowing himself to be so vulnerable.

"In Rome there was once a poor slave whose name was Androclus." Levi nearly gasped as he heard Optimus begin to narrate, "His master was a cruel man, and so unkind to him that at last Androclus ran away."

Levi sat there and listened. He listened to the story of the man and the lion, how they had found each other through hardship, and how the both of them had managed to earn their freedom. It felt so simple and childish, but he couldn't help but follow along. It was...it was nice and peaceful.

"...could you...tell another one?" Levi asked him.

"Of course," Optimus replied with no hesitation.

====

Hanji had searched the port for a while for the Captain, wondering where he could've possibly gone. It made her worry, especially since Levi was always on her ass about being organized. The Commander spotted Optimus' alt mode and ran up to him, deciding to ask him instead. She was prepared to knock on the door but-

"I would advise against that," Optimus whispered.

"Huh?" Hanji raised an eyebrow in confusion. That was when she noticed that someone was inside. She cupped her hands above her eyes and looked through the window to see Levi sleeping in the passenger seat. His arms were crossed, and his head was leaning against the window.

"Oh." Hanji could only muster as she backed away, "...Let me know when he wakes up."

"I will," Optimus said.

"Thanks." Hanji smiled as she waved goodbye to the titan.

(It was stated that Levi does have insomnia and I thought it would be a little bit interesting to explore that. It was no doubt caused by his environment. I can definitely say that much. Anyway, story I mentioned is here and you are more than welcome to ask from that list that is up on top. Thanks.)

#asks #send me asks #maccadam #macadam #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus #optimus prime #cw insomnia #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #captain levi #attack on prime #ao3 #fanfic #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #dialogue #hanji zoe

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

Words: 3,082 Warnings: Night Brain™ (Self-Depreciating Thoughts), Insomnia Characters: Virgil, Janus Ships: Anxceit, but it's ambiguous Genre: Hurt/Comfort Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders-centric, Self-Care Snek Janus, there was only one bed! actually not the trope but that is still true, placed in like probably a mid-point of enemies to lovers

   Virgil rolled over and glanced at the digital display of the clock, sick of staring at the ceiling. 2:42 am lit up the room in a daunting red glow in a painful affront to all of his efforts to sleep tonight. He ate dinner on time. He turned down all the lights with the sun. He tried to meditate (with questionable success; he wondered when the last time he cleaned the carpet was and if he had bills due more than he was mindful of the moment) and went to bed early in a dark, cool room. Virgil did everything right, and he was still here, having a staring contest with his alarm clock.

   It was basically inevitable, and all the effort was meaningless. If it was that easy, then why hadn’t it ever worked before? Adding or changing some steps to the ritual wouldn’t change a lifetime of being eaten alive slowly by insomnia. Everything was futile, and Virgil just needed to accept that things were always out of his control and that no good ever comes his way. More cruel proof that all his efforts were always in vain, and he’d never achieve the few precious hopes and dreams that Virgil quietly kept for himself. Like the fervent wish that Janus’s caring advice would finally let him steal some sleep from the sandman that betrayed every night. The equivalence of sheer force of will and the prayers of a friend somehow changing a mountain into the sea. A stupid thought on every level.

   Fuck. Virgil rubbed his face bitterly, clenching up all his muscles in frustration. Night brain was getting to him. There were good things in the world, even if Virgil couldn’t see them in the dim light of the alarm clock. His dreams aren’t dead because 10 pm bedtimes just aren’t on the table for him right now. He still needed to figure out the insomnia problem, though. No matter how hard he researched solutions, he remained lost on how to make them work for him. He just had to wade through the muck of his horrible, bogged down brain to figure out what he needed to do.

   He might have to cancel tomorrow's plans, as much as he hated to do that to Janus. With how intensely their relationship fluctuated, setting them back further by flaking on him felt like shooting himself in both feet. But if he was in someone else’s position, he’d like the heads-up if someone may change the plans or cancel. Virgil twisted to sit up on the edge of his bed and reached for his phone, tapping it out of airplane mode and tugging it off the charger to warn him before he forgot. He texted Janus to let him know he would stay an exhausted mess tomorrow, and that Janus was nice to try, even if it didn’t work. As much as he’d love to just call him a name and throw his phone against the wall, that wasn’t fucking working for him, and he needed to be nicer like Janus was trying to.

   Even if the ideas didn’t work and the ever-encroaching devil’s hour was pissing him off, he honestly appreciated Janus’s suggestions. Virgil was used to being told that he wasn’t trying hard enough, or that he should just solve it with coffee like everyone else. At least it wasn’t a lack of effort on Virgil’s part, if even all of Janus’s suggestions didn’t help him sleep. There was some odd comfort in that. He genuinely would have loved to get back to Janus with the proud beam of someone who got eight hours of sleep. Well, if he figured something else out, maybe he could still fall asleep before 4 am and keep hanging on by a thread like he often is.

   Virgil started up the streaming video app to pick something low-key and boring enough to kill his last few awake brain cells. Even if it didn’t get him to sleep, it would be nice just to distract the damn night brain for a little while before he ends up on that ‘failure’ tangent again over the insomnia… or even just something to focus on since his tired brain kept wandering down haunted paths. But before Virgil could pick a video to drown out his thoughts, he received a text alert. Janus responded to the warning Virgil sent, even though Janus should have been asleep right now and not answering. Virgil glanced at the clock again, the unholy hour leaving a foul taste in his mouth.

   ‘Who cares?’ was the text he received from Janus. Virgil frowned and pursed his lips at that response. Didn’t Janus care when he suggested all that stuff to try? Or was this all some very elaborate and confusing prank? Was it a joke? He was too tired to figure this out. He thought it was an earnest attempt to help. Maybe it was just more lines and lies, though. It was hard to tell with Janus.

   ‘You cared yesterday,’ Virgil texted back. Janus was the one who basically demanded he go to bed early when Virgil mentioned how little sleep he’d been getting. Janus even brought up the subject by pointing out how tired Virgil looked in an insult. It’s not like Virgil was just dropping hints at the guy in hopes of help. It was Janus who sent him a list of things to try unprompted.

   ‘I have every right not to care as the person you woke up at nearly three in the morning,’ Janus responded to the text. Virgil bristled as read the words on the darkened screen, his brain conjuring up the harsh, catty tone that Janus used to talk shit about someone. Damnit, he didn’t mean to wake up Janus. He was just giving Janus a heads-up as he remembered to do so. He didn’t think he would have remembered later because of the original issue. Insomnia. How fucking cyclical.

   ‘It’s your fault for not using sleep mode, stupid,’ Virgil sent back defensively, but he knew he should have just texted later or not brought it up at all. He should have just hid the fact that he hadn’t been sleeping. Then Janus would still be asleep and Virgil wouldn’t be panicking in the middle of the night about messing up his relationship with Janus, which was often tenuous at best. Virgil had been trying, but considering that was also a word that Janus used to describe Virgil, it probably wasn’t doing that well. He would ruin this relationship like he did with all the others. Oh, goddamnit, there goes night brain again.

   ‘I would have been fine if you fell asleep on time and hadn’t texted me at 2:44 am,’ Janus texted, and Virgil’s brain just was making Janus sound angrier. It didn’t help that it echoed the sentiment that night brain was touting as a personal failure. Virgil pouted and flopped back on the bed, holding the phone above his head to text back. Janus wasn’t wrong, and Virgil kind of threw Janus’s consideration back in his face by failing to fall asleep and messaging him about it. Ugh. Night brain aside, he really didn’t need to bother Janus with this. He’s dealt with it alone almost his whole life.

   ‘Sorry,’ Virgil apologized sheepishly and rubbed his face. He knew he could catastrophize about relationships. He knew the later it got, the more harsh his brain could be, too. It didn’t make Virgil feel any better about any of that interaction. It all seemed so bad, and he just needed to learn to keep his mouth shut, but he didn’t know how. He was so fucking tired all the time. Being tired makes you struggle with judgment and sense. Ergo, Virgil was always stupid. Maybe even Janus was stupid by extension for willingly spending time with the chronically sleepless Virgil, who even knew anymore. He only knew he needed to stop bothering Janus and try to sleep. The glowing clock’s non-stop march forward told him this wasn’t the time and reminded him he should just have been asleep to avoid all this shit.

   Janus hadn’t responded to his apology, so Virgil switched back to the video app. He would try to make it up to Janus tomorrow somehow. Maybe he could get them both espresso or something like that. There really wasn’t any way to solve sleep deprivation, though, and he owed Janus more than he could physically even pay. Virgil knew how deep that debt could eat at your heart and soul more than anyone else. Janus didn’t have to forgive him, but Virgil still had to at least try to be better about not waking up friends in the middle of the night, even if it was an accident. Next time, he can just write himself a sticky note. It would be a good habit to build just to cope with the brain fog of chronic insomnia.

   Virgil found some videos reviewing bad books, and those were relatively interesting without getting invested enough in the content to turn on his brain, so he watched a few reviews. It didn’t seem to be to any avail, though, other than mildly quieting the night brain from going on mean tangents. He did wonder how the hell said books ever got published and felt bad for the readers, but considering the contents of the books, that was probably a normal reaction and not a late-night horror fun house ringing throughout his skull. Virgil checked the clock on his phone screen compulsively, and the time made him grimace. He wasn’t any more drowsy than he was before, so that failed. The human capacity to be exhausted without being sleepy is offensive to think about. Time to drown out his brain in random content again, then.

   He scanned for a different genre of videos that he could doze to with half-open eyes, but only ended up jumping at a loud thudding, the knock at his front door carried through his apartment causing a phone to land on his face in surprise. Virgil scrambled to grab the phone he dropped, looking around his room for something to defend himself with. No matter where his eyes jumped, he found nothing he could use to even bludgeon anyone with. Not that it would help against something like a gun. Maybe he was just going to die tonight.

   The tiny ounce of sense that Virgil could have called his own was smothered to death by the haze of fear overtaking his brain as his breath came in sharply. ‘If I don’t show up tomorrow, I’ve been axe murdered by a late-night visitor. Tell your snake I love her,’ he messaged off his epitaph to Janus, sitting up on the bed.

   He wasn’t sure if he should ignore it or see who it was. What if it was an emergency? What if someone needed help? What if it was the police? Should he even open it, then? Would it be worse if he pretended he wasn’t home? Would someone try to rob him if they thought his apartment was empty? What if it was someone out to hurt him? What if it was a trap? Were they going to be mad at how long it’s taking Virgil to answer? Maybe if he doesn’t answer it, he’s going to regret it for the rest of his life. What if they break in, anyway? What if—

   ‘Open the door,’ Janus texted him, shaking Virgil from freaking out about the sudden visitor’s intentions. What? Was Janus joking, or trying to get him offed?

   ‘Are you trying to get me serial-killed for waking you up?’ Virgil replied, and he intended it as a joke, but it was also the exact thing he was terrified of occurring. Nothing good happens this late at night. There was no way that the statistics for opening a door this late at night favoured him for survival.

   ‘It’s cold out here. Open the damn door,’ Janus sent another text, and Virgil jumped up from the bed right away and rushed to the front door, absolutely blindsided by the implications. Even the chance, even the tiny possibility. If it was Janus, he would open the door. That shook all his fears about the situation from the etch-a-sketch of his brain into harmlessly scattered grains of concern, leaving him breathless and bewildered.

   Virgil flung open the door, and there was Janus in all of his pyjama-clad glory, looking fatigued, chilly, and perturbed. Janus pushed Virgil aside and stepped in, and Virgil locked up behind him in pure confusion, though he felt himself grinning like an idiot despite himself. Janus was here! Did Virgil fall asleep after all, and he was currently in a rare pleasant dream? Janus’s nightwear was certainly the stuff of dreams, it was hard to believe he even owned such classy sleepwear.

   “What are you doing here?” Virgil asked quietly (as if to not startle himself awake, or perhaps because Janus looked half-asleep himself. He couldn’t speak for his own motivations, he could barely even speak) while Janus yawned, covering his mouth as his jaw unhinged. A little tear beaded on Janus’s eye that he blinked away, looking at Virgil directly with an intense expression as soon as he closed his mouth.

   Janus didn’t reply and simply grabbed Virgil’s hand to drag him back into the bedroom. Virgil could only follow along with (dream?) Janus’s whims, feeling dumbfounded as Janus pulled Virgil along. Then Janus unceremoniously shoved him into the bed, Virgil’s knees buckling at the edge and catching himself on his hands to continue to stare up at Janus in shock. Janus only raised an eyebrow, leaning his weight on one foot as he glowered at Virgil’s lost face.

   “Get in,” Janus demanded, flipping his hand at Virgil to shoo him into the bedsheets. Virgil furrowed his eyebrows, but crawled in and sandwiched himself between the blankets, anyway. He didn’t know what Janus was getting at, but it was better to just listen than deal with Janus’s tired wrath. Janus kicked off his shoes and climbed in bed next to him with another small yawn, tugging Virgil in and holding him to his chest under the covers. Virgil’s face heated as Janus forcefully nestled Virgil closely against himself and shifted to get comfortable in Virgil’s bed.

   “What—” Virgil tried to start, his voice muffled against Janus’s firm chest.

   “Sh. Just lie still and breathe deeply, and I will get you to sleep whether you like it or not,” Janus explained flatly, holding Virgil close and squeezing with mild pressure, the soft interaction melting away Virgil’s concerns in favour of focusing on the feel of Janus’s slender fingers without the gloves against his skin. Virgil wasn’t surprised his hands were cold. There was something soothing about that, even. It was almost as if the gentle chill of Janus’s hands quenched the leftover dread that burned through his mind unbidden and gave him space to breathe.

   Virgil took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes. Janus warmed up from the night's chill beneath the sheets and Virgil’s remnant adrenal heat, making this moment more comfortable than Virgil could have dreamed. Virgil hadn’t shared his bed in a long time, and he thought he didn’t miss it, but it seemed at least a small, traitorous part of him clearly still did from the unwelcome relief that slowly filled his body. He doesn't like how much Janus just being here changed how he felt, even though it satisfied him beyond words. The warmth between them, the soft covers, the considerate cuddle, and Janus’s gentle heart beat and steady rise and fall of his chest all coaxed him down as he breathed slowly and stayed still as asked. Virgil’s thoughts had trouble wandering with Janus right there. His brain was too busy fluctuating on Janus’s very existence, as well as the fact that he showed up out of nowhere to snuggle Virgil to sleep. He had to be already dreaming, right?

   Janus rolled over and rearranged Virgil into being the little spoon, arms wrapping around Virgil and sliding his head onto Virgil’s shoulder. A few soft, warm breaths sent dancing across Virgil’s skin before Janus dropped his head to the pillows behind Virgil, Janus's breath now lightly jostling the hairs of Virgil’s bed head. Janus reached around to have Virgil hold on to a spare pillow and tucked him properly into the covers before snuggling tight, the even spread of pressure across Virgil’s back reminding him that Janus was here even though Virgil could no longer see him. Virgil couldn’t believe this moment was real, and he didn’t want to stop to consider it and ruin the moment. He wanted to be here in Janus’s arms, not even letting the fear of waking stay in his forethought for long.

   The moments of soft breathing calmed the last of the fear in Virgil’s heart, loosening the knot in his stomach and the tightness in his throat. Virgil felt relaxation wash over him in places he didn’t know could even loosen, unwinding him down to the core. Janus’s arms slackened slightly, and Virgil could feel him slip off to sleep behind him, dragging Virgil down farther along with him. The dreamlike quality of the moment grew, the lines of reality becoming blurry, and the light of the alarm clock faded into an unreadable glow instead of a harsh reminder of the waking reality.

   The request was so simple it was offensive that it worked, but the mantra and the soft embrace warded off all thoughts. Just breathe deep and lie still. That’s all he had to do. Janus was here. He’d know if Virgil gave up, so he had to keep going. And he wasn’t alone. He didn’t screw up with Janus, and he was safe. It didn’t matter if it was a dream or not, because both options were so wonderful, he would stay in either forever.

   Time unwound and lost all meaning together in the soft sheets. He didn’t count the breaths. The clock’s horrible march forward, lost to the details, quickly blurring out. There was only Janus’s breath and his, entwining together in the dark room. The last dregs of Virgil’s waking mind faded to nothing, and there was nothing but warmth in the last moments of Virgil’s awareness as he drifted off to sleep.

#tsss #tss #sanders sides #tss fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #tsss fanfic #tss fic #SaSi fic #SaSi #ayri writes #anxceit #ts anxceit #anxceit brainrot #ts virgil #ts janus #ts anxiety #ts deceit #sideshipping #cw self-dep #cw insomnia #bonus meme on AO3

[sageispunk]

i've barely slept all week (like a few hours every night max) and felt FINE and then i pull an all nighter yesterday and i still felt FINE and then i sleep all night last night and i feel like i've gotten hit by a truck

#cw rant #literally so tired i had to bust out some coffee #and i never drink that shit #like i know its just everything catching up to me but goddamn #cw insomnia #?? i guess #i dunno i just havent slept well at all this past week #revenge insomnia probably daytime is mad stressful

[akindplace]

I haven't slept at all tonight, to the point I am feeling physically sick, so I'm going to keep pushing to sleep. I will probably be a potato today, but it's okay because I love potatoes.

#cw sickness #cw insomnia #personal

[brakish-tea]

WRITING TMA FEARS DAY ONE!!!

The End! CW: Death, Existential dread, childhood, insomnia

You stand at the door to your room. The carpet is soft and the light is bright. It will be school tomorrow. Your eyes begin to close only for you to snap them open in a sudden twitch of adrenaline. You almost let it win. If you sleep now you may never wake up. What if that oblivion is forever? "No" you think. "No, I need to keep watching. I'll think and see until the universe ends and I will know what comes after that too." You think to yourself. Your Mother says there are ghosts that walk this earth. You hope that she is right. She has to be right. You walk across the carpet, stepping over clothes and toys strewn across the floor and sit on your bed. It creaks beneath your weight and the broken slat strains against the tape that binds it to the bed frame. It will break soon though. It is only a matter of time. Every toss and turn and jump is just another moment to wait with baited breath for the crack of wood and a further fall. You leave the light on. Illuminated in stark iodine, you sit upright and you do not sleep.

#the end #tma #the magnus archives #cw death #cw existential crisis #cw existentialism #cw childhood trauma #cw insomnia

[a-moth-to-the-light]

storytime!

so earlier i mentioned the pure joy of staying up late reading, and i have a little story about it that i wanted to tell y'all :) the end is positive and lighthearted, but just know i'll talking about my disabilities quite a bit on the way there !

so in middle school, when i started dealing with my mental illnesses, i had really bad sleep problems where i would wake up at like 2 or 3 am almost every night and be SUPER freaked out by the dark and not be able to fall asleep again for at least a couple of hours

it was miserable, but reading helped me make it through--i remember reading the entire Eragon Cycle primarily between the hours of 2 and 6 am (i don't particularly enjoy the series anymore, but i also don't care because i'm just happy that kid-me liked it!)

in high school, though, my relationship with reading really changed when i developed chronic pain. even when i was mentally able to focus on a book, the physical work of holding it up & trying to sit in the same position for a long period of time caused me so much pain that i wasn't able to get really immersed in reading like i used to--often, i would be too distracted by pain to focus at all. all my energy would go to reading for school, which was enough physical and mental work on its own, so there really was just nothing left over to devote to reading for fun

as you might have guessed, then, not only did i read a lot less in those years, but i also lost those nice moments from my childhood--being able to read for hours and hours, to stay up late binging a book

it's kind of sad how long it took me to consider audiobooks as a valid option for myself, but last december, i finally started reading via audiobooks and it's been AWESOME (!!!), to the point where i've started using text-to-speech software to read for school, too (best idea EVER for me)

earlier this month, i read Red Queen by Juan Gómez-Jurado, and i quite literally stayed up all night to finish it because i loved the story that much (i think i went to bed at like 8 am that day?) and i just cannot describe how happy it makes me feel that audiobooks allow me to do that again!! staying up that late to read isn't something i'd like to do frequently, per se, but it is something i appreciate being able to do every once in a while--with audiobooks, i am physically capable of turning to books for comfort, of losing myself in them in the quiet night hours, made safe and sound in my own mind through the company of words!!

even better, my sleep problems are much more mild now, and i'm no longer all that scared of the dark, so i can get my late-night reading in while being confident that i'm safe and will fall asleep when i'm ready :)

#cw mental illness #cw insomnia #cw chronic pain #shoutout to podcasts and tv for keeping me sane while i wasn't reading #i'm still a huge fan of both #though i prefer books to tv bc i'm not as good at processing visuals/images as i am at processing words! i'm learning tho! #bojack horseman your lie in april heaven official's blessing & word of honor all helped me get through a summer of terrible pain #where i could barely read and never for more than like fifteen minutes at a time #i'm very grateful <3 #funny enough i did read the pale blue eye that summer though #and i saw a few days ago that it got a netflix adaptation ??? #VERY excited to watch because that book was wild and i hope the adaptation will be too #six grows up

[styxanstonez]

“Kyanite, My Darling, wherever have you scuttled off to?” -🔪 (consider this a starter)

The blond blinked blearily at the tall woman, heavy bags under his eyes.

"Huh? I've just been in my room... Been having trouble sleeping at night..."

Several energy drink cans scatter the room. He'd been using energy drinks to stay awake during the day, trying to sleep at night.

It didn't work, obviously.

- 💎

#💎kyanite💎 #roleplay #cw insomnia

[ramsywasalittlelamb]

vent down below, read tags before reading vent and don’t read if you’re little or regressed please 🫶🏻

I hate how sensitive my brain has been the past few weeks;; I’m just trying to do history class and even with music and a show playing, I’m still not able to stop spiraling and going into an anxiety attack because a simple sentence about existentialism :,] I’m starting to really consider going into therapy because of how disrupting the existentialism thoughts are getting. im losing sleep, having nightmares and shutdowns just because someone brings up an idea of immortality 😵‍💫 sometimes the thoughts aren’t even prompted. they just happen while I’m about to fall asleep or watching a show. it’s been a difficult few weeks

#Connor vents #tw existentialism #tw existential dread #tw anxiety #tw insomnia #tw vent #cw vent #cw anxiety #cw existentialism #cw insomnia

[inanimateinsanitymephone]

You need ta get some sleep bro

-sound anon

#ii mephone4 #mephone4 #mephone4 ii #ii #ii fanart #iii #inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity invitational #art #artists on tumblr #cw insomnia #sound anon

[stitched-cosmos]

When your husband hasn’t slept in a week, you might have to turn to bribery

Made on: 3 Jan 2024

#oc #ocs #oc ship #original character #original characters #ren saturnus #rowan saturnus #ren x rowan #moribund #2024 #cw insomnia

[rambrosius]

Hi it is 5 am please let me sleep

#rambrosius rambles #cw insomnia #insomnia

[redskywalker]

diary entry

#redcore #cw depression #cw insomnia #actualymentallyill #red aes #red aesthetic #mental illness #mine

[ollsonline]

the insomnia’s way too prevalent tonight

#i’ve fallen asleep and woken up several times in the past hour #ahshshhdjd i hate this #methinkes #tw insomnia #cw insomnia