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widowbitessting · 6 months

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Bedtime? What Bedtime? A Sugar Mommies Drabble

Prompt: Reader/baby reacting to getting a bedtime after not resting enough in one of her exam periods.

Word Count: 908

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom! Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

“A bedtime?” You say, eyes nearly bulging from your head. “What am I? 4?”

“The way you’re acting right now, yes, yes, you are.” Natasha replies.

“I am not going - no! No way! That’s ridiculous! Wanda, back me up here!”

The older woman just shakes her head and holds her hands up in a mock surrender.

“Normally I would, but this time I actually side with Carol and Natasha; baby girl.”

You glower at her. How could she?

“I am not having a bedtime.”

“How much sleep did you get last night, detka?” Natasha asks. You open your mouth to reply, a cocky response on the tip of your tongue, your inner brat riling up, ready to swing; but when the red head raises her perfectly sculpted eyebrow, your brat vanishes in a puff of pathetic smoke.

“I - why is that important?”

“Because your dom is asking you, that’s why.” She replies. “Now answer the question.”

“...I don’t see why I have to…”

“5.”

“What?” You stare at Wanda.

“4.

“What is she doing? Why is she counting?”

“3.”

“...Wanda…”

“2.”

“Answer Natasha’s question, Y/N. Your final warning before things get ugly.” Wanda says, her glare fixed just on you.

“I don’t know…I finally…I…crashed around 3…maybe 4am?”

“When did you wake up?” Wanda asks, stepping towards you. You automatically try to step back but Carol is there behind you, blocking your body from any chance of escape.

“7…”

“That had better be PM babygirl.” Carol whispers into your ear.

“A-AM…”

“So last night, you’re telling me, you slept for 3 hours?!” Natasha shouts, she really doesn’t mean to, but she knows for sure people at the local Starbucks heard her.

“Maybe? I mean…it was like a nap…”

“Not helping your case there, bunny.” Carol murumers.

“Yeah, I didn’t think that through.” You try to move from around Carol’s body but her grasp tightens around your wrists and she doesn’t let you budge.

“Oh no, sugar.” She smirks. “You’re not getting away that easily.”

“What are we going to do with you?” Natasha sighs.

“Oh I know perfectly well what to do with her,” Wanda glares at you, causing you to let out a pathetic sound and burrow into Carol.

“Save me and I’ll do your chores for a month, Danvers.”

The blonde cackles, momentarily letting you go, and you take your chance. Making a dive for freedom that is short lived. Carol snatches you back up and holds you in a hold so tight that no amount of wiggling will set you free.

“Nice try, baby, but you aren’t going to bribe me that easily. Now be good, accept your punishment like a good little brat.”

“But -”

“No buts, unless it’s yours.” Carol says.

Your grin slides off your face when you make eye contact with Wanda.

“Now, whilst we discuss your brand new and very permanent bedtime, you may go to your corner and kneel, and think about the apology letters that you will be writing to each of us.”

“Each?!”

“With no complaints.” Her tone is firm and you really have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at her. Instead, you just gape at all of them.

“I - what…?”

“Off you go, sweetness. The grownups have some stuff to discuss.” Wanda tells you, squishing your cheeks as you pass her. “You know what to do and what position we like. I’ll come and tap your shoulder when you’re done; understood?”

“Yes.”

Her fingers squeeze just a little harder.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good. Off you go.”

That night, at 9:55pm, you’re lying in bed with Wanda as she reads to you another chapter from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. You lie there, facing her, head cradled against her chest as she reads some of the dialect from Albus Dumbledore and you can’t help but shake the exhausted feeling in your body. Your eyes are heavy, burning with sleep and you fight with them to stay open. It’s when you yawn, do you catch Wanda’s attention and she leans down to kiss your temple.

“Sleep, detka. Don’t fight it. We will all be here in the morning when you wake up.”

“But -”

“- and you can finish your work too, with breakfast if you’d like.”

“No…I wanna know what happens in the book.”

Wanda giggles, and looks down at you with adoration.

“How many times have you read these, baby?” she asks.

“...couple…”

“And yet you want to know what happens?”

“Just call me Dory.”

That earns you another laugh and this time, a peck on the lips.

“How about this, if you fall asleep, I stop reading immediately and we can continue on during breakfast. Does that sound okay?”

“...I’d like that.” You yawn again.

“Good girl,” she says. “Now shut those beautiful eyes for me.”

You do as you’re told.

“And don’t forget, bedtime is at 10pm, yes?”

“Mhm.”

“One day it might even be 10:30. But for now, 10pm works just fine I think. Don’t you think so?”

She’s baiting you. But you’re far too exhausted to bite. So you just sleepily agree and vow to fight her on bed time tomorrow, when you’re fully refreshed.

It’s a very good plan. Foolproof some might say.

You fall asleep as Wanda reaches the end of the chapter and dream of nothing.

Smiling when Wanda tucks you in and settles down for the night also.

One word on your mind: bliss.

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert #sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #sugar mommies!asks #spiderbites #smu #sugar mommies drabble

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brooooswriting · 1 year

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ma am I saw your post and I when I was about to request.

SITUATIOND PART 6 HELL YEAH

take your time and have a good day <3

Situations 6

Situations 1, situations 2, situations 3, situations 4, situations 5, situations 7

Jenna Ortega x reader

That night Kara came to your apartment around 11:30 pm. After you shot another text to her mom the girl settled into the guest room, you’ve always liked their mother and their mother has always been a big fan of your. To be honest you probably liked her the most from the whole family, sure Mia and Kara were nice and their father was too, but Miriam, their mother, has always given you the space and time to talk and be yourself.

Anyway, after the younger girl settled into your guest room down the hall you decided to wake Jenna as she peacefully slept on the couch with her head against the arm rest. She looked cute as your bigger clothes engulfed her petite frame while the blanket was half on top of her and the rest was on the ground.

“Jenna” you mumbled as you crouched down next to her, your hand lightly stroking her arm. The only response you really got was a grumble causing you to chuckle before trying again. “Come on, it’s 11:30. Do you wanna sleep over or should I drive you home?” You whispered again, not really getting an answer until her arms wrapped around your arm and pulled you close. “Wanna stay over?” You asked again, she grumbled again and then nodded.

After 10 more minutes of trying to get her to walk to the bedroom you just decided to pick her up and carry her there. “Is it okay if we sleep in the same bed?” You were aware of the fact that the two of you had already slept in the same bed once and that not even four hours ago you were kissing on the street, but you still wanted to make sure that the girl is comfortable. “If you aren’t then I might just go home” she answered.

After you were done laughing you laid next to her, giving her the opportunity to cuddle up to you. She backed up into you causing you to spoon her, your head on top of hers and her hands holding yours over her stomach. You haven’t fallen asleep that quickly in weeks.

The next morning you were awoken at around 4 am by someone knocking on your door, or rather trying to knock thru it. You carefully parted from the sleeping actress in your arms to open the door before the loud sound woke her or Kara up. In front of the door stood Mia, her face red and angry, her hand in the air to knock again. “Mia, it’s 4 am. What the hell do you want?” You asked kinda pissed, you normally didn’t have a problem with waking up early but a) this was the first night since Jenna had went Radio silence on you that you weren’t drunk and b) you had the most perfect girl sleeping in your bed.

“How dare you leave Kara alone at a party full of people she doesn’t know?!” She screamed as she pushed past you into the room. “First of all, lower your voice, there are people sleeping in this apartment. And second of all, I asked her and your mom, they were fine with it. She didn’t wanna leave so why should she?” You were really confused, Mia always left her younger sister somewhere alone, so why was this suddenly a problem? “You left her for that girl, that bitch that ghosted you remember?” She did in fact barely lower her voice, giving you a headache. “I left because I got into a fight” you were telling the truth, you didn’t leave for Jenna or anything, you just couldn’t stand that guy anymore. “A fight you got into because of that… that girl” you sighed, trying to calm yourself, “I got into a fight because the guy was homophobic and tried to tell her what to do. As a woman I would have said something about it no matter who” you tried to explain calmly while the blonde paced through the living room.

“You shouldn’t even talk to her anymore. After our night together, we could be something. Let her be so we can continue dating, two nights ago was a great start” she told you, confusing you. You tried to remember what had happened two nights ago but the only thing you could remember was her coming over when you were black out drunk. The next thing you knew was you waking up in underwear in your bed. “What are you talking about?” You asked causing her to gasp, “we made love honey” now was your time to gasp. “Mia, when you came over I was completely drunk, black out drunk. I barely remember you coming over. We 100% did not make love” you tried to stay calm but the whole situation gave you a migraine and scared you. “We did, sure you were drunk but you looked at me like you wanted me and then I” she couldn’t finish her sentence as Jenna suddenly exited your bed room.

“I think you should go” she told the girl as she stood tall. “I think you can’t tell me what to do” the blonde answered and just as you were about to say something, the small actress pushed the girl out and closed the apartment door after whispering something. “Jenna” you started but she disappeared into the bed room, slamming the door.

You fell on to the couch, searching for any memories of that night, but none came up. She never even felt the slightest bit attracted to Mia, never did so why would do make a move all of the sudden? You didn’t get to think too long as your bed room door opened and the brunette stepped out. Slowly sitting down beside you, her shoulder pumping against yours.

“Do you really not remember anything? I want the whole story or I’m leaving” Her voice was small and shaky. You could see tear stains on her face, some new, some older. “No, I don’t. After you went radio silent on me, I was a bit of a wreck and the first three nights I went to parties and got shitfaced, just like three nights ago. I called Mike but he was out of state so I guess he send Mia. Anyway, the last thing I really remember from that night was opening her the door and her brining a bottle of tequila. I believe I was crying, complaining about how I could be so stupid to let my feelings ruin you and me. The next morning is also a bit of a blur but I do remember waking up in underwear and finding one of Mia’s shirts. But I guessed that we were too drunk to change… the only thing I’m rather sure about is not making a move on her” you had tears welling up in your eyes, hiding your face in your hands as your elbows were placed on your knees.

A soft sigh came from your right before two arms wrapped around your shoulder to pull you into her. She placed soft kissed against your temple. “I’m so sorry” she mumbled as she rubbed your back. “For what?” You lifted your face from your hands to look at her brown eyes, “Darling, it’s not your fault. I was being irresponsible, I should have guessed that this would happen.” The actress shook her head, her hands finding your face, “none of this is your fault. You shouldn’t be scared of friends taking advantage of you when you’re drunk! It’s not your fault”

You nodded before she lightly kissed your lips, making sure that you were okay with the physical contact. “How about we go back to bed huh? It’s 4:30, we can sleep a bit and then make breakfast” you nodded before standing up and pulling her along with your intervened hands. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep as you were exhausted from what just happened.

You were woken up again at 8 but this time by Jenna stroking your hair to wake you up. “Good morning” she mumbled as she kissed your cheek, “morning love” you rasped out as kissed her hand.

After both of you showered, on your own, and you lend her some of your clothes you made breakfast for yourselves and Kara. “You really aren’t helpful hun” you giggled as she sat on the counter and ate the fruit you just cut, “I give you company so I am in fact helpful” you both laughed as you flipped the pancake.

When the whole table was set and the food was done you went to take the fruit from Jenna who tried to keep it out of your reach, after a small wrestling break you went to wake Kara up.

“Kara, breakfast is ready” you told her after you knocked on the door. The okay that followed was your sign to go back to the kitchen, “she’s coming” you told the brunette as you sat down next to her. “Is this gonna be weird?” She asked as you sat down, “I mean, she’s her sister, isn’t she gonna be on her side?” She continued looking into her cup as she swirled the liquid inside. “Kara has always been pretty easy, she makes up her own mind but tolerates nearly everything, so as long as you don’t start hating on her sister and answer her questions truthfully she’ll be fine”

And that was exactly how it was, after Kara asked some questions about Jenna in general, she started asking about the incident. “What’s gonna happen between you and Mia now?” She asked as she cut her pancake, “well, you know that her and I will never be a thing right? Your sister and I are/were great friends but I never felt a romantic connection and that won’t change. Plus, I do have Jenna. Right now; i will take some distance from her and then we can decide.”

After breakfast you decided to drive Kara home as you didn’t want her to take the bus. “You’re coming along right? I don’t wanna go there alone” Jenna never saw you so unsure and it broke her heart. “Of course I am” so all three of you got in the truck as you started the drive toward Kara’s household.

Turns out, Jenna and Kara do have a lot in common, especially their music taste as they were giving throughout the whole ride. “Sorry to interrupt this small concert but we arrived at your destination” you told them as you lowered the music. While you were saying your goodbyes, Miriam came to your car. “Y/n, it’s so nice to see you!! Thank you again for taking Kara” she said happily, causing you to smile. “Why don’t you come over for family dinner tomorrow?” You dreaded this question, gripping the steering wheel tighter, “I’d love to, but Mia and I need some time from each other. I’m sorry” Jenna’s thumb rubbed over your hand while Miriam smiled at you comfortingly. “It’s okay. I get it” after a moment of silence she continued, “is this pretty girl your girlfriend?” She was looking at Jenna who was smiling back at her. You leaned closer to the older woman, “well I do hope that this pretty girl will be my girl soon” you whispered so the actress couldn’t hear you. Miriam cooed before her husband called her inside causing all of you to say your goodbyes.

“So how does a first date sound?” You asked as you drove away from the house.

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I’m sorry this is very short but I’m in a bit of a stress as I’m having my graduation exams soon and I barely studied until now and it’s really fucking me up. So I’m sorry if this is full of mistakes or shitty :/

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #jenna #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x you

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ros3ybabe · 6 months

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Daily Check in - October 18th, 2023 🎀

Hello my lovelies <3

Here's a little update for today!! It feels nice to be posting again!

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Breakfast - southern style hashbrowns with ketchup, a cup of coffee

Pre Workout snack - one medium banana and a 3/4oz single serve cup of jiffy peanut butter, 1/4 scoop of preworkout (in water ofc)

Lunch - 1 large bowl of protein pasta w 2 slices of buttered bread, a coffee

Dinner - 1 bowl of spicy ramen with a small handful on shredded cheese

Snack - 1 bowl of mint chip ice cream

Extra - 3 cups of coffee TOTAL

Feels like a lot and I did go over my eating goal for the day but it is what it is, I had an emotionally rough day filled with a lot of crying, a therapy appointment, and a lot of calming down from my boyfriend over video call. Rough days happen, and I tend to let myself just feel the emotions in order to sleep easy and have a better next day!

🩷 Personal Accomplishments -

Made it to the gym, attempted a glute workout (left early due to frustration, lack of proerpr form, and to minimize risk of injury)

Wrote down everything I ate and my workouts in my new fitness and health journal

Showered

Did both morning and night skincare routines

journaled a little bit

brushed teeth

did a large load of laundry and put away all clean clothes

washed dishes

had a therapy appointment

cleaned up parts of room, put away new stuff

There were no academic accomplishments bit I am going to complete a good amount of homework before my cooking shift (for my cooking class) tomorrow. I've been trying to take it easy in a way that doesn't set me behind in my academics.

I broke down crying today with my boyfriend. I realized I've been feeling like such an imposter lately. Like I don't deserve all the good and all the accomplishments I've achieved. Like this life I'm living isn't real or this is the calm before some storm. I just feel so undeserving of everything. I feel inadequate, like I'm not good enough for a lot of thing. I feel like I'm perceived as this good daughter, good friend, good girlfriend, good employee, good student, good person but that it's not actually true? Though my boyfriend and my father have both reassured me that it is true and I am doing good. They've reminded me that I just need patience, discipline, and consistency in my habits and that everything is going to be and already is okay. I'm lucky to have such a loving boyfriend and such an awesome dad, too. The men in my life are the people I look up to most <3

🩷 Personal ToDos, Oct 19th -

morning + night skincare

morning cardio workout at the gym

read a chapter or two of a self help book

shower + brush teeth AM/PM

wash comforter + air dry

morning and night guided journal

morning stretching

Daily journal prompt

zoom call with boyfriend

sleep 6 to 8 hours

track all food and fitness in journal

complete 1 duolingo lesson

complete 1 busuu leson

complete 1 kanji review lesson

🩷 Academic ToDos, Oct 19th -

pre lab 8 quiz anatomy lab

lab 7 lab report anatomy lab

component 2 psyc class

nutrition chart: toddler nutrition class

quiz 10 psyc class

culinary nutrition ch 10 quiz

chapter 12 and 13 quiz nutrition class

My goal is to complete all of that between the time I wake up at 5am and 2pm with my morning routine, workout, meals, and getting ready for my cooking thing all in between. But I can do it, I'm not worried. I'll have the time to do it all! I just need to manage my time and not be on my phone as much.

I'm trying to get back into listening to podcasts and watching more producitve and healthy vlogs from youtubers I enjoy! I'm currently watching vlogs and content from Rebecca Jay, Michaela Bento, The Bliss Bean, LenaLifts, truly.jia, Study to Success, Lindie Botes (her earlier language videos), and Mikalya Mags. My favorite podcast is The 5AM Miracle: Healthy Productivity for High Acheivers by Jeff Sanders.

If you have any health, lifestyle, fitness, or productivity youtubers or podcast recommendations please comment them or inbox me so I can check them out!! I am always looking for new content to enjoy!!!

til next time lovelies 🩷

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konniesreality · 1 year

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Omg you're a 2010 kid??? I'm an 08- and my bday is 3 days after yours!

Anyways, I have a nice method for getting into the void, it's basically just wbtb anyways but it worked SO well for me so I'm just gonna detail my general one size fits most. What I do is I stay up until 10 or 11 pm, and then go to bed. Me personally, I used to wake up at 4 or 5 AM for school, so when I go to bed I wake up at 4-6 AM. I'm super tired bc I didn't get much sleep, so I'm tired enough to not lose the tiredness when I get up to go to the bathroom, just make sure you're not like, running all over the place, but also don't think too hard about it because if you focus too much it wakes you up a bit, so just let your thoughts float like they do when you're tired, and then do whatever and go meditate! Anyway, j started making the list below while writing this so I forgot the rest but it's all below

Anyways tldr,

Stay up late, until 10-11pm or when you start feeling really tired

Go to bed. Set an alarm, or don't if you naturally wake up pretty early. You don't need to listen to subs or anything, but do as you wish.

Wake up. Some people might wake up in the void, some people might just wake up. Idk I've done both. If you prefer to wake up in the void, you stop here ig.

Go pee, do whatever. Try not to lose your tired, but it's OK if you do. Then go back to bed and meditate for the void.

If you prefer to enter through lucid dreams or such, then go back to sleep instead of meditating. Sleeping in the early morning is easily the best way to have 2-3 dreams in one sleep and definitely maximizes chances and whatever.

i am not a 2010 kid haha! ints 2009

and OMG THANKS FOR THE METHOD!!! sounds awesome!

#ask

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marabarl-and-marlbara · 4 months

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hi mara, what is the difference between bad numbers and good numbers in your faith? could you explain to me what they mean?

has nothing to do with faith, has everything to do with me personally avoiding three and counting everything in 4: i structure sentences to be in 4, count food in 4, quarter ingredients in 4, do all exercising in sets of 4, watch shows in sets of 4, rinse dishes 4 times, retread area 4 times; all food cooked in intervals of 4; temperature in interval of 4 -- etcetera; i:m constantly counting to 4, to 40, to 80, to 8; rinse cup two times, rinse my mouth with it on the third, spit, rinse cup one time after on the 4th; etcetera; each finger washed 4 times; toothbrush ran under water 4 times; kettle filled till i count till 28; etcetera.

i avoid the numbers partly out of neurosis and partly out of etiquette to strive to be "quaternal" which is a faith-based concept: after trinity there is quaternity, an 'unreal' figure cast like a shadow to make a square: imagine a triangle, then a shadow of it perfectly under, and how it gives you a square; think of 3d modeling and how sculpting quads are just two tris combined and can safely be subdivided down to tris likely; below the tri is the spline (2), and below the spline is the vertice (1); above the quad are the n-gons (5+); under the vertice is the workspace (0). christian concepts map on like this: god (1: needed to build, in everything, simplest point) satan (2: looks like a snake, the connection between two vertices, adam and eve; the two hands) trinity and sefirotic life (3: the word made flesh in the connected server; here are the righteous children of sefirotic clays with pure soul confused into mud to give form here) quaternal and qlifotic life (4: unreal shadow of three, earthy clays of the broken sefirot become embedded in server and further confused with mistaken soul) divine/profane (5: building blocks saved of confusion by either clay; not composed of three or four but still possessing 1, 2; ANGEL(5) DEMON(5)) insect intelligence (6: complex shape of two trinity; the insect intelligence in the garden from where server is cultivated by these things to CONNECT; CONNECT) arachnid intelligence (8: complex shape of two quaternal; diseased disconnective shadow of absences in the insect intelligences cultivations and contexes).

the prior stuff is all esoteric nonsense that is interesting but means nothing without the exoteric fundamentals (obeying chiral codes and basics to prevent confusions) -- i stopped mentioning it much because it just ended up being some towel people used to self-service their own misanthropies into and denature the message; ie: embracing chiral inheritance and the following prescriptions forsaken in favor of bored deadbeat calls of everyone as insect (so says the insect); as though the world need be more loveless and alienation need be more sought after as if they:d find warmth from becoming estranged enough in a world of pure coldness.

you are trapped in CONNECT, sinner! (silly); anyways, anonymous: have a nice morning -- i:ve been waking up (at 4 AM; sleep at 8 PM) and going for jogs despite being sick these past several days, and so far it:s just succeeded in making me sicker-and-sicker; don:t pursue the Internal until you:ve started sculpting away the External (is that right?); take care.

#faith

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mrsaguapapi · 1 year

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Chapter 10

Ocean Breeze

The Vibe:

Ariana Grande - needy (Audio)

The sounds of the ocean water meeting at the shore brought me to a complete and total zen. My eyes were closed and my breathing matched the moving air; my hair was being pulled away with each gust of wind. My mind, body, and soul were in synch with the surrounding earth breathing as one. It was nice.

"Peaceful here is it not?" I open my eyes and see a woman sitting next to me; she was effortlessly beautiful. I recognized her voice but just couldn't place where.

"Yes, it is." I look away into the ocean, "Why am I here?"

"Why are any of us here hmm?"

"I don't know" I laugh

"Well there's your answer" She laughs

"Am I dreaming?"

"You are" she smiles

"Who are you? I'm certain we haven't met before, but your voice is familiar."

"I am a friend." she smiles "I have spoken to you before"

She's the voice that brought me here.

"You're Namors mother." she nods her head in agreement, "Don't take this the wrong way because I find you very pleasant, but why'd you bring me here?"

"I was just a guide, you brought you here. A very powerful witch; with a lost soul and a broken heart"

"Ouch. I thought we were friends?" I can't help but laugh at her nonchalant remark, "Both true statements, but what does that have to do with me bringing myself here, I don't understand?"

"Lost souls and broken hearts, two of the most potent ingredients to power a spell.. well that, and hatred." She pauses "You called for love; your twin flame"

My twin flame? Is she talking about Namor?

"I didn't cast a spell looking for love. I think I'd remember that."

"Your witch friend didn't remember taking over that town. Grief ways down the soul, you underestimate your power child."

"So I brought myself out here for what? for Namor?"

"Two lost souls, two heavy hearts. Fate has her ways."

I don't know what to say so I just nod my head and look back to the ocean. We sat there in silence just enjoying each other's presence; she had a calming energy about herself that brought me comfort. I start swaying my hand in the sand and sigh, "Suppose I should wake up now. I'll be sure to tell Namor you said hello." I smile and with a blink of an eye, I awake.

Looking around I see I'm on a stretcher in Shuri's lab; the room was silent except for the occasional beeping and buzzing from various machines. I look to my left and see Namor resting his head on the stretcher and holding my hand; I squeeze his hand and brush the side of his face effectively waking him up.

"You're awake," he says.

"I am"

"How are you feeling?"

I slowly sit up, "I'm fine, a little groggy."

Namor stands in front of me pulling me into a hug and rubbing my hair, "Do you feel better?"

"A little. Not as anxious. Is Peter okay?"

"He's fine, I told him I'd stay with you while he got some sleep."

"Griot, what time is it?" I ask Shuri's AI.

"It's a quarter after 11 miss"

Did I sleep that long?

"Thank you, Griot." I look up at Namor, "I've got to go check on Peter, you need to go home too. I'm sure your people miss you."

"I do need to go home. I haven't been away from my people this long in some time, but if you need me, I can stay. Just say the word, I can be easily convinced"

"I'm okay" I chuckle "Seriously go, they need you."

He nods his head, "at least let me walk you back to Peter."

"That can be arranged" I smile at him.

We took the scenic route back and held hands as we walked silently. When we made it to Peter's door Namor hugged me for a long time.

"When will I see you again?" He asks without letting him go

"I'm free Friday after 5 pm. I can meet you at your temple...maybe I can take you back to my place?" I ask.

That should be a good time for me to tell him about his mom

"That sounds perfect Ki'ichpan" He kisses me on the forehead, "I'm afraid if I kiss you the way I want to, I won't leave. So that will have to do for now." I look at him unable to hide my smile. Namor firmly grabs my chin holding me in place, "Behave while I'm gone" He smirks at me and walks away.

I open the door and walk straight to Peter's room. He was laying in bed on top of the covers with a pillow over his head sound asleep. I go to the opposite side of the bed and crawl under the covers beside him. This makes me think of when he and May first took me in, I was too afraid to sleep alone so I rotated sleeping with him and May for the better part of a year.

God, I'm still so tired.

I peek my head under his pillow and whisper to him, "Peter"

"Hmm" he grunts half sleep

"Can I sleep with you?" I ask

"Mhmm. When did you get here? Are okay?" He mumbles out

"I'm fine, we'll talk details in the morning. Let's just sleep." He nods and rolls over falling back asleep; I follow him not that long after.

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I filled Peter in on everything in the morning and eventually Shuri before we left. Both had similar reactions, having such scientific minds, it was hard for them to view my ghostly visions as nothing more than dreams, But they trust and support me and my decisions. Ramonda kindly had my mother's books packed up so I can study them at home.

Now back in our apartment, I sit in bed surrounded by my notes and books, reading them one by one and taking in as much information as I can. Most of the books are written in Wakandan, But there is a couple written in what looks like ancient Egyptian Sanskrit for which I'm proficient, but not a master.

Time for reinforcements

I pull out my phone and call my favorite moon boys.

"Hey Millie," Marc answers, "What's up?"

"Heya Marc, not much, I'm actually calling for Steven. I need his brain."

"His brain IS my brain" Marc chuckles

"Can you read ancient Egyptian?"

"No..."

"That's what I thought, put the man on the phone please." I laugh

"Alright, alright," I hear Marc breathe in and exhale, "Hey Millie, how can I help?" It was Steven.

"Hey bunny, got any time possibly tonight or tomorrow for me so I can pop in with some books for you to translate for me?" I ask

"Of course, can we do tonight? We may have made plans with Layla tomorrow"

"Tonight works hows 8 your time?"

"Works for us" Steven happily responds

"Perfect! You need to fill me in later about Layla. Also, can you bring bird daddy? I have a feeling we may need his insight."

"I will as long as you don't call him that, like ever again," Steven says disgusted

"No promises," I laugh "See ya soon, byeeeee" I obnoxiously say and hang up.

One step closer

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beepboopchibbo · 2 months

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coming home at 6pm and seeing that i have… what is this… four hours of homework to do? for tomorrow morning?

and i need to wake up at 4 am to go to school? they want me to sleep at 10 pm and at that point i would not have had any time to enjoy myself whatsoever? and they’re going to give us more work as the year goes on? fuck that noise my future is not going to depend on the bullshit essay about “is globish better than english” how you want me to write an ESSAY about that? lame fucking subject omg

and then i aaaaalso need to plan a whole presentation for tomorrow? and do three whole page’s worth of computer science and physics, and then i need to read a book (the whole thing) in a couple of days and also sign this contract because i need to read ANOTHER BOOK TOO and i need to spend every waking moment staring at a two-pages long text that i might not need but i’ll need to memorize it and 16 other 2 pages long texts so that i miiiight get a neat little grade at the end of the year oh and DON’T FORGET i need to watch a whole MOVIE and ANALYZE THE COMPOSITION OF THE SHOTS ahhh yes and then after that i need to memorize a page worth of random words and then remember another format so i might get a nice grade NEXT YEAR and i also need to analyze volleyball positions and then i need to do my daily workout and then i need to contact my friends about everything and then i must coordinate a speech with my classmate and then i need to practice my debate that i have tomorrow and i need to write an essay not only in ENGLISH but then i must write an essay in chinese too and then i will write another essay in french and i should do this all tonight before going to sleep. ALSO keeping in mind that i will also finish at 5 tomorrow as well. and they will blow my back out with bags heavy like deadlifts

of course, i’m only doing the ones i’m partnered with other people, i’m not going to do my solo work because i don’t care, those classes can suck my cock and swallow i’ll find a way to worm myself out of it

#malfunctioning spin spin spin #a new message is being broadcast #baccalaureat sucks #bac

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slutwithagut · 5 months

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Post #2

The amount of cigarettes I’m smoking is insane for someone with no income! It’s time to ration. It would be cheaper to roll my own… but I don’t know how to roll. Maybe now is the time to finally learn? I digress. We will worry about that at a later time n date.

I have a close friend who employs me to give him rides home from work. Usually every Monday he needs a ride home from work around 8:10 pm because he goes in at 8 something the next day. Occasionally he asks for rides from the local trolley stop that’s about a 10 minute drive from my house.

I bring this up because my weekly income is about $28 on a good week.

So I need to chill on the tobacco.

Things were easier when I smoked spliff bowls (mole bowls, moke bowls, party bowls, whatever u wanna call them) which is cannabis mixed with tobacco. I’ve purchased a great many bags of bugler tobacco. It’s much more cost effective then buying a pack of cigs. The bugler pouch is roughly good for about 30 cigs versus the 20 you find pre rolled. It costs $7/$8 while a pack of cigs is $10/$11

I had purchased a joint rolling machine and filters earlier this year to roll my own. I found it just didn’t hit the same. I also proceeded to break the joint roller. A common theme in my life. Breaking useful objects due to carelessness and or intoxication. If only y’all knew me when I did XANAX and drank heavily while popping. I broke so many things… three lovely bongs, a babyliss hair straightener, bottles, and endured countless bruises and scratches. I also strained some of my personal relationships as you don’t give a single solitary FUCK when your xanned out.

So moral of the story is I am going to start rationing out my cigarettes.

I might buy a vape but I have to go on the black market for one and it seems like such a hassle.

Smoking cigarettes may seem glamorous and look cool. It feeds my oral fixation. But it makes you stink. I literally need to buy gum, scented hand sanitizer, and a small bottle of body spray so I don’t smell bad.

Wish my luck my loves! It ain’t easy trying to kick my vices.

It’s also 12:19 a.m. while I write this. My brain is tired but my body is on high alert. I do suffer from insomnia and weed helps that a lot.

It’s tough to learn how to live my life with out mind altering substances. I also find myself becoming more irritable. I might need to up the dosage on my medicine. I also kind of want to ask my doctor for sleeping pills… but it seems wrong? Since they have a potential for abuse. It would be nice to actually be able to fall asleep around the same time every night. I’ll probably be up until 2 or 3.

If I fall asleep before that I usually wake between 3 and 4 to pee. Then toss and turn till 6 or 7. Get up, smoke a cigarette and if I’m lucky fall back a sleep for a bit. I awake groggy and feeling worse than when I first woke. But still I nap after waking up. It’s a vicious cycle.

I’m going to start wearing my FitBit smart watch to bed again so I can track my sleep. It lets you know how many times you wake up, how deep your sleep was, etc. and it gives you a sleep score for the night. I want to see if my sleep is truly fucked up enough to constitute medicine. The less pills I’m on the better. But sleep is important and staying up late with my thoughts is not the most pleasant experience.

At least now I have you guys to talk and write to, to pass the time.

Restlessly,

#cigarette #chainsmoker #insomia #nicotine #dear diary #diary entry

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alastairstom · 6 months

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Hey heyyy I lovedddd the Thomistair time stamp day in the life you did (even though there weren’t any expressed intimidate times between the two. 😝)

Can you do the same thing for wessa?

I assume you mean "intimate," and I actually did. 8:00, "groping for trout in a peculiar river." It's an old-timey sex euphemism - in every NSFW Thomastair fic I've ever written, they refer to sex with outdated euphemisms and guess at when they're from. It's a headcanon I've grown very attached to, and I said it this way as a joke for people who've read the fics!

As for the next bit, yes!

AN AVERAGE DAY IN THE LIFE OF WILL HERONDALE AND TESSA GRAY, CIRCA 1882 (EARLY MARRIAGE)

9 AM -> Tessa wakes up. She pulls her book off her nightstand and reads it next to snoring, sleeping Will until he wakes up.

9:30 - 10 AM -> Will wakes up. They snuggle, chat, maybe have lazy morning sexy times if they're up for it.

10:30 AM -> They get out of bed and make something to eat. They talk about what they're going to do that day and Will cracks a lot of stupid jokes. Tessa thinks she couldn't love him more.

11 AM -> Will goes off to train with Gabriel and Gideon. Tessa goes out with Sophie sometimes or Charlotte, or she wanders London and goes exploring on her own. She'll usually grab lunch or a snack. She also likes shopping for household items she can use to renovate the Institute and make it more hers and Will's.

2 PM -> Will finishes training with Gabriel and Gideon. He'll find Tessa (at a pre-determined location) and they'll go to a bookstore together. They try to go to a new one every day so they can eventually get through all of the ones in London! This will only be them, it's their fun romantic outing together. They'll also often go to parks, wander about, do some kissing in flower gardens.

4 PM -> They're probably home at this point. They'll chill for a while and read, in front of the fireplace or in front of a breezy window. Tessa will also write in her journal sometimes. This is Companionable Silence Hour.

6 PM -> Bridget cooks them a nice dinner. They'll dine with everyone else still in the Institute - Gabriel and Cecily, Sophie and Gideon, Charlotte and Henry, and also Baby Charles.

8 PM (3ish times per week) -> Will goes out for patrol with either Gabriel or Gideon. He used to sometimes go with Cecily, but he freaks out when patrolling with Cecily so she usually refuses to go with him. Sophie's still in training and isn't on regular patrol rotations yet. Tessa uses this time to unwind and otherwise be an introvert. She gets undressed, lets her hair loose, and reads for a while.

11 PM - 12 AM -> Will returns from patrol and collapses asleep on the bed next to Tessa. She finds it darling.

ALTERNATELY, 8 PM - bedtime (the 4 days a week Will doesn't patrol) -> They'll spend their evenings reading aloud to each other by the fireplace. Sometimes Will will make up his own stories, which are always ridiculous, and they're always laughing. They also will stand on the balcony if it's nice out, and Will will make up stupid tales about the constellations until Tessa kisses him like there's no tomorrow. <3

#wessa #will herondale #tessa gray

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oraclekleo · 9 months

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29. What’s your dream date? 😊

So i can be prepared just in case haha 😉😆

Hello!

Are you planning to swoon me? 😂 This is really direct way of seduction - "What do I need to do to enchant you? Just tell me in details." 🤣

Okay... I don't know. I never dated anyone so I'm not sure how my dream date would go. I guess with the right person it will always be my dream date without any of us actually trying. Natural and smoothly going date with someone I can connect with easily is my dream date. Yes, I'm not making this any easier for you 😂

I get up super early, 4 am and go for a long dog walk right after I get up. I guess a person who would pick me up this early in the morning and went for a dog walk with me and my dogs would get a whole ton of points from me. If they have an early breakfast picnic ready somewhere nice on the route with my favourite foods and also water and healthy snacks for my dogs, I'm close to being sold for them. After the picnic (no more than 2 hours because then people start to wake up) we could go back to my home. They could give breakfast portion of granules and fresh water to my dogs while I dress up more appropriately for the day. I'm not a fan of shopping or watching TV but it's too early for museums or galleries. So they could suggest taking me and dogs for a little trip in countryside. I will assume my ideal date has a driving license and a car. I have none of these so it would be handy if they could actually compensate me in this matter. So we would go somewhere nice and green. Hiking in hills or forest with my dogs. Maybe visiting some interesting site with ancient burial place or remains of temple or church or historical village, something like that. Interesting place with either historical or spiritual meaning (or both). We could walk a trail and arrive to some pub with tables outside so dogs can sit with us while we eat lunch. After lunch and long time hiking we would probably be a bit tired so we would return to my home, I would take a quick shower, change into something less outdoor while my date is feeding my dogs again (I value my privacy, I want them to be occupied while I'm in the shower and changing clothes). Dogs would go sleep and we could go out again, this time only the two of us. I'd probably be in a mood to sit down and relax for a little while so going for an afternoon theater play or into some small cinema to watch old movie would please me a lot. I don't like crowds and it's more likely to avoid them in the afternoon in cinema or theater. After this little rest I would be recharged for more activities. We could go to a museum or gallery or some kind of workshop where I could learn something new. Chakra healing, aura reading, working with crystals or just pottery or weaving baskets would be really nice. Or a workshop on how to make chocolate pralines. I would love such a type of activity. Obviously my date should enjoy it, too. If they keep bitching it's gonna be horrible date. 😂 So yeah! This is the afternoon part. As you know, I always have tea at 5 pm so it would be great if we went to a Tea Room after the workshop. Drinking tea, eating vegan cheesecake... After this I would start being nervous about the dogs being alone for so long so we would go back home, take them for a walk, give them dinner and cook dinner for us together. I'm not really used to eat by the table at home so we would just put the meal into bowls (I don't really eat from plates, you can judge me if you like) and sit by TV and watch some old movie or show again. I would start falling asleep and my date would clean the kitchen up, put the dirty dishes in to dishwasher and only woke me to go for one last dog walk. Me and my dogs would walk with my date to his car, say good bye to each other and I would return home and go sleep. 😂 OR... Depends on the mood, I guess. Maybe I would allow my date to stay. I just can't imagine that happening now because I never dated anyone but I guess it could happen. 😂

So! This is my dream date. All in all not exactly what other people would find dreamy and I have my dogs included a great deal but this is my idea of a great all day long date. Obviously it would be possible for my partner to divide the activities into several days instead.

So yeah... This is it. I don't know what more I could say.

Thanks for this question 😁

Kleo 🦄

#oracle kleo #ask me stuff #ask game

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journeytoasoberlife · 10 months

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Day 5.

Today I've had many thoughts around my emotional stability and when I'll be able to see it plateau. Having a cluster b personality disorder will blur those lines, but that's something I've come to recognize. I'm unsure of the sober side of that, making it uncharted territory for me, which is harder to navigate.

I woke up this morning and continued doing laundry, I filed my weekly unemployment, applied for more jobs and tried to keep busy. I had to remind myself that I'm not a failure with this, the last two jobs I've had I was treated very poorly and got the shit end of the stick in the worst way. Where I normally filled my morning with mimosas or a seltzer, I'm drinking more coffee, which should be water but whatever. I am using nicotine to fill those gaps, which I'm currently fine with.

I hung out with my friend Alex today, she's 8 months sober. Before her sobriety we would drink the entire time we were together. It was a nice change of pace and I'm so proud of her journey. I too will be there one day. We got pizza and I learned that I am not a fan of basil in mocktails, I mean seriously, who thought of that?

My hiking boots will be here tomorrow and I'll spend some of my day breaking them in. I'm also meeting with another friend that I've recently reconnected with.

It's currently 11:52 pm and I know I won't be able to sleep for a while. Not going to bed high or tipsy is something I'm still struggling with. During the peak of my alcoholism I wasn't really sleeping, though that also was work related. I would maybe get 3-4 hours if I was lucky, waking up every ~2 hours almost like clockwork.

My emotions took a shit on me tonight, too. By that time I would've easily been on my 3-4 cider and would either be ignoring my emotions or in a full blown breakdown. I think writing these every night gives me the outlet I didn't know I needed or willingly ignored if I'm being honest.

I've been trying to eat more regularly but I haven't been putting as much energy into it as I should. T and I would get breakfast every morning and that was a nice shift for me. I know I won't be able to go to one of my favorite spots for a bit because I always drank there, but I do make good breakfast when I put some effort in. I really need to go shopping but I keep ignoring it. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow. I'll also have to get another Elf Bar, the one I bought while T and I were out is killer on my throat and I know my good one will go bad soon, my novo could work if it dies and but that doesn't have nearly enough nicotine in it.

Things are adding up and I'm nervous about the weeks ahead. Will is coming home soon and my life will shift again, and I'm unsure how I'll be able to navigate that as well. He drinks a lot and while he was more than supportive, I'm worried about it.

I keep having to remind myself that I pulled out of this once before, and that was way worse than this time around. I spent the better half of 2019 drunk in a bar alone, waking up the next morning wondering how I was even able to drive home. That was the 5 year anniversary of my moms death and I couldn't shake it. I was living alone, having broken up with my partner, spiraling and wanting to die. I don't want to be in that place again, ever.

I'm worried that people will find me to be a liability, and in turn won't want to be in my life. Maybe I shouldn't be worried about something like that but there's people I never want to lose, even if the road gets rocky. I'm trying to be enough for myself, which I've never attempted before and quite frankly, I'm scared. I always made the joke that I was rawdogging life because I'm not medicated for my depression and anxiety, but now I'm really doing it and that's scary too.

I'm hoping for an easier day tomorrow. Hopefully I can find it.

Anyway, goodnight tumblr.

#sober journey #sober thoughts #personal

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dollsonmain · 1 year

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I got lots of extra sleep this morning and woke up feeling human. Which is nice.

But I was thinking about how I never get enough rest. I’ve learned that I need 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep to feel Good in the morning, and of course I never get it.

My routine goes like this:

8pm: get ready for bed

8:30-8:45: when I tend to actually get in bed

between 9 and 10pm: That Guy comes to bed and makes sure to wake me up by flumphing on the bed to plug in his phone, getting up again, turning on lights, slamming around in the bathroom etc. then he grabs me to warm up his hands but I have to move around a lot and get comfortable again so I can sleep, so that means about an hour or two of readjusting to find the Not Painful Sleep Position before I can finally drift off, and if he’s decided it’s sexy time then I also have to get up and clean myself off so

between 11 and 2am: actually fall asleep, hopefully

4am: That Guy’s alarm goes off, and mine does, too, because if I don’t set my alarm, sometimes he doesn’t set his and then I have to deal with the I’M LATE tantrum first thing in the morning. He hops in the shower and I lay there anywhere between 5 and 20 minutes waiting for my heart to stop pounding around in my chest from being startled by the alarm

4:20-ish am: I get up, get dressed, and go downstairs to make my coffee, sit at the dining room table, and wait

4:45-ish am: That Guy stomps down the stairs and into the kitchen where he makes the most noise I’ve ever heard a person make in the kitchen while putting together his lunch which sometimes makes me think I should make his lunch for him but I don’t like him that much, he should make it himself the night before

5am: I have to hug him while he whines and baby-voice goes bye-bye??? bye-bye????? at me (I am nonverbal in the morning, you might get a grunt out of me), and he leaves, slamming doors along the way

Anywhere between 5 am and 6 am: Son gets up. His alarm is set for 6, but That Guy wakes him up before that most mornings. Kid goes to bed before 9 every night, though, so I don’t worry about HIM being rested

From whenever he wakes up to 7 am: Son and I spend some peaceful time together without That Guy. This is important time that I wouldn’t miss

7am: get Son on the bus.

7:30 - 8 or 9: I do online stuff. Some of it is work, some of it is not.

9am : can finally do noisy physical work stuff

10am: lunch because breakfast was at fucking 4 am.

10a. - 2 pm: I do my best to get as much work done as I can but am already getting worn down

2pm: I crash hard every day at this time and struggle to keep my eyes open

2pm - 3pm: try to stay awake, generally sitting at the computer again because I’m literally falling asleep on my feet and don’t want to fall

3pm: go get the boy off the bus. A little more peaceful time to spend with him but only a little

4pm: That Guy gets home

4pm to 8pm: pay attention to That Guy or else/sit on the couch and crochet a blanket for someone else that doesn’t want it because my love language is hand made gifts and his self-hate language is getting rid of everything he loves

I hate that I only get about 2 hours of actual functional time per day.

When Son is home all day, like today, I like to spend time parallel playing with him, so get fewer other things done. We’re both perfectly content to and enjoy spending time together in this way.

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headingalaxys-spicy · 2 years

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Angst Post. Not advised for all audiences.

TW: death.

Club-27 Demon America x reader pt. 2

“You would be a great ruler down in hell.” He begins to work on making horrors in your life. And signs a contract with heaven that allowed him to take you but made him promise not to harm you once you were dead.

And so the terror began.

It had been a rough 3 months for you. Everything that could have gone wrong in your personal life went wrong. Murphy’s law was in full effect and it was tainting your life. Your parents (or guardians) had passed leaving a void in your heart that could not be filled. You had friends betray you and your lover leave you. You were unsure of how much your heart could take but you still continued to pour your soul into your work. You were working on filling cups when you had no more water to give your clients you were filling souls up by breaking down your own and assuring yourself that your hard work would pay off. That one day you wouldn’t feel the sorrow that had you down so badly. But coping with loss is well….difficult.

And what could you do? Quit your job? Not an option. You had hundreds of people depending on you to help them get where they needed to safely. The pressure on you was immense and as a Consular Officer, you always had to have on the facade of being calm and under control. Which wasn’t the case for you. You spent some of your lunchtimes crying. Afterward, you would put in some soothing eye drops and have the drops soothe your eyes from the torrents that were spilling out of your eyes.

No one could see you this way.

After working for 12hrs from 4 am to 4 pm you wanted to be able to leave and not think about the plethora of people who had gotten on your nerves today either due to a language barrier. Or because you were a woman and some did not respect you. Which was still an added stressor. You wanted to go back to your nice apartment, have another long and labored crying session, and down 2 or 3 bottles of red wine that you would find at your local convenience store.

You were none too please when your ambassador had alerted you that you might need to be on call until 10 pm due to rising tension in a nearby country and that meant you would be expecting another round of refugees to come in. They would all need to be processed and attended to in all forms respectfully, emotionally, formally, and most importantly: their documents.

You knew that if documents weren’t processed properly and people didn’t have them it would be near impossible for them to get any of the care they needed if they were sick, injured, traumatized, or children. These were vulnerable populations that needed the most of your attention and care. You had to carry on you had an extremely important job to do.

You left your consulate. Hoping that the warnings that were issued by the special agents that had undercover information were wrong. Because in truth all you really wanted to do was sleep. And maybe if you were lucky not to wake up when the sun shone through your darkened curtains.

That night you went a little hard on the alcohol and even included ardent spirits that you chugged for hours. It had gotten to the point where your brain and body had become disconnected from one another so much so to where you did not realize the danger you were in.

You were beginning to drown. With every sip of wine, whiskey, and rum, you were being driven closer to the edge. This trine and a little time would spell the end of your time.

Demon King America was watching for that night where after only 4 hours into your alcohol binge your life force was slowly being taken away. With every drink, he was waiting impatiently for your body to shut down.

In the last hours of your life. You wondered how things had gotten so bad. You wondered why you were born. You wondered why you had to suffer. You wondered if anything you had ever done mattered. To you, it didn’t. It was 23:45 and you were out on the cold balcony with the icy wind blowing through your (hair color) (hair length). Tears had been running down your face since you arrived home at 20:45 with booze in hand. And due to the fact that Demon King Ameria wanted you badly the shopkeeper who ran the store gave you a few extra shots for being a “valued customer”.

He wanted to make sure your death that night was assured.

You had greedily taken one of the four shots that man had to give you before you arrived home. It was some British Gin of some kind. Not that you were paying attention to that. You just needed to not be able to feel anything.

21:47 A shot of Russian vodka was taken along with the 4th glass of wine you had beside your half-eaten pizza slice. Left to become a cold leftover. While your phone had been ringing in the background as a slight buzz.

People needed you but you didn’t come to answer. Your spirit had begun onto its journal at sea in a small shaky wooden raft into the eye of a storm. Wood tumid with liquid of the sea. Doomed to fail but not aware enough to back out you followed the voice in your mind that guided you to the afterlife. You had heard Demon King America’s siren song and you were coming to your sealed fate.

22:13 The shot of Jack Daniels a cheap American Favorite. By this time you weren’t fully aware of your surroundings. The world was dizzy and you couldn't walk straight. But you didn’t care. You could still think about all the things that had went wrong in your life and with that you decided to down another glass of wine. You chugged it as if was about to leave you like everything else in your life.

23:58 The last moments you would have being alive and even after sitting on the kitchen floor for over an hour letting all the tears spill out you still decide to drink the last vile of poison you had.

Old Fitzgerald Bourbon Whiskey. The final blow to your human form. The last thing you needed to consume to become his.

Days later it was reported that Consulate Officer (First and Last name)

“Has been found dead in her apartment. The body was unresponsive when first responders had arrived on the scene. The cause of death is still being determined by the Coroner at this time. We ask that you respect the family’s wishes for privacy and respect at this time.“ A live report went out to tell the nation you served of the devastating news. It came as an earthquake that shook up the lives that you had helped settle into the nation and become acclimated. Many began to weep, sob, and wail at the loss of someone who seemed like an angel.

They had been unresponsive for days since they last came into work on XX/XX/20XX. The work they left behind will be an incredibly arduous position with the grace, care, and concentration that they brought to the table. She will be missed greatly and her dedication to aiding others in their endeavors to settle into (country name).

Demon America watches all of this go down in his throne room through his massive mounted television that has access to the human world communications. He was sipping on a glass of wine of his own it was created from some of the many tears that humans would cry over this important public figure on earth that had been taken by him. It gave him strength. Along with all of the negative energy he could feed off of and possibly create new and dangerous spells.

He set his wine down for a moment and turned off the TV. He wanted to stretch his limbs and check on his bride. Down the long velvety black halls, he strode until he reached a large door that led to his master bedroom that was immaculate and velvety red. He peered over to see the woman he was going to wed still strewn over the bed unconscious and still unaware of the danger she was in.

#hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws #hws america #headingalaxys writes stuff #headingalaxys #yandere hetalia #alfred f jones #demon america #hetalia demon au #hetalia imagines #yandere x reader #yandere hetalia axis powers #headingalaxys spicy #yandere america x reader #yandere america

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x--daughters-of-darkness--x · 1 year

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BATTLE BEAST Singer NOORA LOUHIMO Opens Up About Weight Struggles And Depression

BATTLE BEAST singer Noora Louhimo has opened up about struggling with generalized anxiety disorder and weight.

Louhimo, who last year released her debut solo album, "Eternal Wheel Of Time And Space", under the NOORA LOUHIMO EXPERIENCE banner, joined BATTLE BEAST in 2012 with no previous experience as a metal vocalist but quickly acclimated herself as the replacement for Nitte Valo (a.k.a. Nitte Vänskä).

Earlier today (Monday, December 12),the 34-year-old Finnish-born vocalist took to her Instagram to write: "Have you ever thought of losing weight? Are you depressed or anxious? I have, ALL MY LIFE.

"I have been struggling with eating disorders and my weight since I was a little child and still trying to find a balance. I have been depressed and anxious sometimes 'without a reason'. Just resently it appeared, most of this was caused by the imbalance in my body that was caused by life without routines and bad decisions. I wanted to start a journey to myself and what I COULD DO to make myself feel better in my skin and in my head.

"SO HERE, this method is worth trying:

"1. Go to sleep and wake up everyday the same time (for example: I wake up at 7 am and go to sleep 11 pm) AND sleep everyday at least 8 hours. There can be exceptions like when I have late shows. But 90% of the time my goal is to keep the same sleeping rhythm.

2. Eat at least 3 times a day, 3-4 hours between the meals. (For example I eat breakfast, lunch, dinner and evening snack) Your blood sugar stays steady throughout the day and there are less cravings.

3. Move your ass - Find your sport and do it at least 3 times a week. (For example I love dancing, gymnastics and running (with Bobby my dog.) The most important thing is that you have fun.

4. Talk nicely to yourself and avoid judging - if you keep talking to yourself as you would talk to your best friend (supporting, loving, kind way) this will make your thinking into doing eventually and you have more believe in yourself and what you are doing. It is important to be the kind parent to yourself - Sometimes it is okay to have a sweet snack or lay on couch and watch a movie. But sometimes it is time to say to yourself: Enough is enough, now go and seize the day, enjoy life. After all, we all are here trying to do our thing, trying to succeed in life, enjoy life, make life, be inventive, be something, BE HUMAN.

"Today is a good day for thinking - What kind of life I WANT and HOW DO I GET IT. OR I am part of life on this Earth, what kind of part do I want to play in it?

"Have a nice thinkful Monday".

In an interview with Metal Divas, Noora explained how she ended up fronting BATTLE BEAST: "[In] September [2012], I got a call from [then-BATTLE BEAST guitarist] Anton [Kabanen] that they want me to join BATTLE BEAST. I had heard their music and loved the sound and the vocals, so the next day I called Anton and said I'm in.

"Anton found me by accident on YouTube when he was searching for the new vocalist," she continued. "He had been looking for a vocalist — male or female; [it did not] matter. The only thing that mattered was can that [he or she could] sing his songs without compromises.

"I've been singing since I was four years old," Noora added. "While being a huge fan of heavy metal of '80s and a teenager, I had some classical singing lessons when I was 16 years old. Then at the age of 19, I started studying music in pop/jazz line. At the same time, I started doing some jam sessions at bars. There I found my first band (ADMIRAL OCTOPUS) in the blues bar. We used to play rock and blues music from '60s-'70s and Janis Joplin was the reason I got the rasp in my voice. After ADMIRAL OCTOPUS, in 2011, I took part in a singing competition ('Wanna Be A Rock 'N' Roll Star') at Henry's Pub of Tampere and won it with Janis Joplin's 'Piece Of My Heart'. That's how my single 'Relax' was born."

Photo credit: Terhi Ylimainen

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