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engagemachine · 3 years

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Hey :) same anon from before, I think thats so cute for their first valentines day as an official couple! I have to ask because you know him best, would he humor her and maybe even do a lil something for her too? Or do you think he'd never be caught dead showing someone affection on that holiday? Idk I just want Taylor happy and I love love Love those beautiful moments when Mr. J loves on her. I live for it. Taylor getting butterflies gives me butterflies lol. Also, I write fanfics myself (nowhere near as amazing as anything youve created of course ) but like if I did a tribute fic does that make you happy? Or do you feel that that kind of makes them out of character? I just don't want to step on your toes or like veer off from the personality and dynamic you have given them and their relationship. I've thought about doing it for so long, If not though I TOTALLY understand! She's yours and I could only hope to capture those two the way you do.

Omg anon... please... this ask just made my entire day. 😍

Okay, first thing, because this excites me the most: YES, you can write a tribute fic and I'd LOVE that. I've got several fics written by friends/other readers lined up in the proverbial queue, however, all of them are scenes that take place in a more "advanced" stage of Taylor and J's relationship, which is why they have not been posted yet. But they're absolutely amazing, and I do not say that lightly. One of my readers (who is new to the Joker and new to writing) writes the Joker better than I do. I swear I read her fic all the time in an effort to try and capture the same essence that she managed to. It's a one-shot told entirely from the Joker's POV (a "missing" scene from JK) and it's just flat-out phenomenal. It's also the darkest thing I've ever read -- darker than anything that even I've written, so I have to preface that story by saying it's not for the faint of heart, and it'll make you hate the Joker (as you should).

And another wonderful and amazing friend of mine is like a machine the way she pumps out fic after fic. She's got several in progress and a couple that have already been finished, and man, I just adore her writing. She really understands both Taylor and the Joker, as well as the ins and outs of their unique dynamic. I've never seen anyone do Taylor justice like this reader has. It's like reading my own writing, which is totally wild!

ANYWAY, all of that is to say that I am more than happy to read a tribute fic -- I just ask that you allow me to read it privately first, if at all possible (and only if has to do with Burn -- if it's a tribute fic for Clockwork or JK, projects that are already finished -- then I have no problem with that being posted straight away). The reasoning for this is that I have a loooot of stuff coming up in Burn, and I don't want to have certain milestones in their relationship "spoiled" for readers before I can reach them in Burn, if that makes sense.

But yes, please, please, pleaaaaase write a fic! Also, you don't even have to share it with others if you don't want to, I was just working under the assumption that you did, but of course you don't have to if that makes you uncomfortable or if you'd just rather keep it private. But do know that my readers would love whatever you have to share, and I have some of the most lovely and supportive readers out there. FOR REAL.)

Okay now back to your Valentine's Day question: the Joker's so volatile, so it's always hard to account for his behavior in any sort of way that's definitive (it just depends on his mood, what he aims to gain from said interaction, etc.) but I think (as he is wont to do) he'd humor her in this particular instance. He's not going out of his way to do anything for her, most likely -- not unless it's something that's going to humiliate her (like, um, buying her something she'd be way too embarrassed to wear or use... if ya catch my drift) -- but he'd definitely be hamming it up for her as she fawns over him and dotes on him. Maybe she's even getting him to watch a romantic movie with her, mostly as an excuse to cuddle on the couch -- but then she chooses the Titanic not realizing she's gonna be sobbing like a baby at the end, and now her make-up's all ruined and she's sad, but at least Mr. J is rubbing her back while she cries into his chest.

She's probably wailing about how she's ruined their romantic night in, and he just pats her back with a chuckle and tells her he can think of a few ways to salvage their "date".

#anonymous #asks #Burn

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r0b0tb0y · 4 years

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thank u for ur last answer! if its really not a bother for u and youve got free time, then could you do all the other signs? keep up the gr8 writing!!

Totally happy to do the rest, thank you for asking! :D

aries: when have you felt the most confident in your writing? when have you felt the least confident?

I’m very confident and self-assured as a fic writer. I try to take a risk with all my new projects, to keep it refreshing and to learn new skills. I was very assured drafting The Hour Before Dawn, because it relied on tropes I’d used many times before. I wrote it fast, with a very straightforward premise, in a big fandom with a popular ship.

I’m least confident tackling complex issues around race, religion, and ethnicity, but I think that’s a healthy thing as an Anglo writer. Because I write a lot of romance and smut, I stay critical about the difference between eroticising and exoticising. I read as much as I can about tropes and stereotypes that are harmfully applied to characters of colour, and I try to take a more subjective, dynamic approach. For Butterscotch, I had some invaluable beta readers that helped me flesh out John Silver’s Jewishness in a way that was unique to the character. I don’t know enough people in Star Wars fandom to have sought out beta readers, but I’d really love to.

I guess the answer to both is about relying on tropes? Sometimes it’s helpful, sometimes it’s harmful.

taurus: how long will you spend on a story or scene before you give up?

If I’m struggling with a scene, I’ll take a break for a day or so and come back to it. This happens a lot more when I’m writing smut scenes: even though I love them and I very seldom write fic without them, the more experienced I get the more difficult it is to make it feel engaging. Usually when I slow down/stagnate it’s because a smut scene feels like too much effort: that’s why I delayed Secret Lovers and Lovers’ Secrets for an entire year.

I shelve outlines/WIPs when I don’t feel inspired. Sometimes I pick them back up because a buddy encourages me and helps me workshop the draft into completion (Secret Lovers and Lovers’ Secrets, The Shark and the Ocean), or sometimes a release date will kickstart the need to finish the idea before canon disrupts it (this happened with The Ship of Theseus and The Hour Before Dawn). I’ve got some real obscure stuff lying around on my hard drive that I’d be happy to dust off someday: Cargo took three years from ‘idea we kicked around in the groupchat’ to completion and I’m very pleased with how it turned out.

gemini: how often will your plot change throughout the course of writing?

I don’t tend to make major plot changes while I’m writing: I write super detailed outlines with a very tight structure, and I stick to those. Plot issues get ironed out before drafting really starts. Usually the length of scenes is what fluctuates for me: one point on the outline might be 200 words, while another might be 2000.

For a long, plotty story like Hanging the Moon, a few little holes got filled fairly late in the narrative. When I say ‘Keeo holds the story together,’ I really mean he was the solution to a lot of minor problems that cropped up throughout. There’s a scene in the climax of Part IV where I changed the setting from a safe environment to a dangerous one, and it made a huge difference to the emotional depth.

cancer: how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

Emotionally! Yes! Sometimes I even cry when the characters are crying.

leo: what things will show up in every book you write? do you ever feel like a one-trick pony?

I think an overarching style in all the romantic stories I write is a sense of wonder. The POV character feels deeply ordinary in comparison to the object of their affections, who seems mysterious or even magical in their eyes. Sometimes that wonder is overwhelming, or it creates a gap too wide for their affection to bridge. It can be a false pedastal that creates deep-seated problems for the relationship. But overall, I think if a reader got sick of anything, it would be the way a protagonist is constantly marveling at their love interest.

I also write a lot of stories that focus on destiny, predetermination, and inevitability. As a result, I feel like I use a lot of celestial metaphors and titles. I think if a bot scanned my ao3 accounts for mentions of moons and stars the results would be embarrassing.

I love using clever callbacks: this is probably the biggest influence of Pratchett in my work. Those endings that knock all the air out of your lungs, whether good or bad, when finally you realise why everything had to happen the way it did? I long for those.

virgo: are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

Somewhat critical! While I don’t tend to change major scenes because the problems get worked out in the outlines, I’m always reworking smaller pieces of my work. I also think it’s good to look critically at what could be done better, especially in terms of representation.

I try to push my work to the best version it can be, and I’m quite ruthless in cutting things down. I’d much rather have sleek, stripped-back prose than repetitive, expository writing. I come back and tweak old work fairly often: if something isn’t quite phrased right I’ll go back and fiddle with it. The most frequent conversation I have with betas is ‘do I cut this?’ ‘no!’

This was a major part of The Shark and the Ocean, where the characters in the movies barely speak to each other. I’d write whole conversations and then delete almost all the words, leaving the reader to put it together. It’s also why I think Men To The Moon And Rockets To Russia worked. The physical, sensory descriptions are very rich, but the overarching worldbuilding is barely there. I wanted the whole story to feel like a snowglobe about to fall off a shelf: this intricate, swirling world that’s going to shatter at any moment.

libra: how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?

I never feel overwhelmed by writing fic, because I never ‘have to do’ fic writing! This is a hobby! So if anything, I feel overwhelmed by my day-job writing because I sometimes commit too much time to chasing ideas in fic and not enough to my real work. Sometimes fic is a really good way for me to burn off restless creative energy, or to get myself into the headspace of writing.

scorpio: how much research did you have to do for your current wip? what was the weirdest thing you had to google?

To addresst this question again, but about the Poe/Mando WIP: I spent a really long time researching post-Empire cartels for a one-line MacGuffin. I had to google how many layers the Mandalorian wears and exactly how his belts are secured to his pants, so, you know, Poe could get into them.

sagittarius: do you find your writing humorous? do you have any comic relief characters? what do you do if a scene gets too serious?

My default writing is very humorous, I think. If anything my characters tend to be too wry in serious scenes. I love doing both banter and funny asides in the narration. The comic relief in Hanging the Moon comes from Keeo and the porgs, who can rapidly change the mood for characters and readers when I need them to. It almost felt too obvious to use them sometimes!

capricorn: what does your writing schedule look like? how often does it take you to write a chapter?

This really depends on my work schedule, which changes seasonally. During a work break, I can commit half a day to writing fic, usually mornings and evenings. My chapter lengths change but if I’m not busy, I write 1-2K in a day. I often draft on my commute, too, so I squeeze things in here and there.

aquarius: what is the most unique thing about your current wip?

Again, the Poe/Mando WIP: Poe can’t see (and has never seen) what the Mandalorian looks like. They talk, and they touch, but Poe agrees to wear a blindfold as soon as they’re alone together. As the POV character, he can privately say to the reader that he doesn’t mind: he’s attracted to the Mandalorian’s silhouette, his voice, his attitude. It’s never quite so on-the-nose as this in the fic, but Poe reasons that he’ll never know what the Mandalorian looks like, so it doesn’t matter whether it would be good or bad. It’s a really interesting exercise to write about genuine, spontaneous attraction without the visual sensorium.

pisces: how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

Ooh, so this sometimes depends on the source material. If the source is prose, I might imagine fic is prose; if it’s a comic, the characters will look like illustrations. But of course there’s sound, movement, and images if those are things the characters can sense too. I imagine texture, smell, taste, feeling—all things we don’t get in movies. I try to make a rich sensory world for the characters: how do you show in a movie that someone has a lump in the throat, or a sinking feeling in their stomach? I love getting to write about smells and textures: all the things that make prose feel so wonderfully tangible.

#fic #THIS WAS SUPER FUN THANK YOU #cnythnk1 #about #hanging the moon #the lost art of keeping a secret #men to the moon and rockets to russia #the shark and the ocean #the hour before dawn #butterscotch #the doksany stories #the ship of theseus #cargo

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lostinthe-pines-blog · 6 years

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Family Time pt. 3

PREFACE: This is a fluff piece about MC and Chris on a family visit to Chris’s home in Maine for AJ’s birthday. Some story-lines from the App have been altered. These events are placed between The Junior and what I can only hope will be The Senior.

NOTE: This is a fictional story based on Pixelberry’s Choices App. *Books The Freshman, The Sophomore, The Junior. I am not affiliated with Pixelberry nor do I own the rights to their characters.

“There he his” Chris’s mother beamed closing the door behind her. Ms. Powell or ‘Lily’-as MC had been asked to address her on their last visit- quickly wrapped her son in a hug. MC felt his hand leave hers as he returned his mothers hug. MC’s anxiety flourished at the loss of his touch but the sight of his happiness around his mother calmed her again.

MC loved her own mother, but in her own way. Her mother was a lawyer, a business woman and a professor. Between her three jobs she’d not had much time for a daughter. MC spent most of her upbringing around her father. The relationship between Chris and Lily was foreign to MC.

“And there she is” Lily smiled giving MC a quick hug which she already knew would not be returned. Lily adored MC and the happiness she’d brought into her son’s life. She knew there was a reason MC didn’t show physical affection back to her but Chris had instructed her not to pry about it. Lily’s affection for MC was mutual. MC respected her and trusted her, she even valued her as a human but would push the idea of her being a mother figure aside because the fear of loss was even greater.

“It’s good to see you” MC nods. “How’ve you been”

“I’ve been just wonderful, everything here is the same as before. When was the last time you visited?” Lily said trying to recall “Was it Thanksgiving?”

“Yes! And I’ve been craving those yams ever since” MC laughs.

“Where’s everyone else?” Chris says knowing he’s interrupted.

Lily turns her attention, “Kyle just got his license and is taking AJ out for her birthday dinner. You kept your arrival a secret right?”

Chris and MC had made the long trek to Maine only to surprise the light of Chris’s life, the only girl MC would ever had to compete with, his little sister; AJ. It was her twelfth birthday today and Chris had told her he’d have to miss this year for his football training.

“Of course, I even sent her an apology this morning for not being able to make it early this morning” Chris responded maniacally. “When will they be home?”

“They left about an hour ago so I can only assume they’ll be home soon.” Lily said sweetly getting up and pulling out birthday presents that had been hidden in high cabinets above the fridge.

“Where’d they go to eat?” MC asked innocently, only the moment the question left her lips she knew the answer “Wait!” she halted their responses “They’re getting lobster right? I remember, it’s tradition!” she smiled happily. Chris and Lily’s smiles confirmed that she was indeed correct. MC felt total happiness wash over her, she’d wished more than anything should could jump back in time and meet Chris’s family in their prime. “Every year someone, and just one someone would take the birthday boy.. Or girl in this case out for lobster dinner! Chris favored his mom taking him, Kyle favors…” MC pauses trying to remember all the conversations her and Chris had had about his brother. “Kyle favors, Grandpa!” she yells “And AJ favors Chris” MC goes silent realizing that is not the case this year. “Oh” she looks at him as Chris’s eyes go sad.

“I can’t take that from my brother this year, it’s his turn to be her big brother I’ll surprise her when she’s home.” As Chris finishes his response they hear the garage door opening.

“Hide!” Lily yells helping them grab their stuff as MC and Chris run up the stairs to Chris’s childhood bedroom.

“Shit! My Car!” Chris yells to his mom “She’s gonna know!”

“I asked you 5 times to park around the corner Christopher!” Lily yells back as the door opens

“Where is he, where is he, where is he!” AJ’s screams as her voice fills the house. AJ sprints around the living room checking her room first. “Not there!” she says slamming the door. She runs to the guest bathroom sliding the shower curtain open. “Nope” she pauses and realizes how foolish she was not to check his room first” AJ runs up the stairs faster than a lightning flash and comes around the corner of the hallway to his room just in time for Chris to catch her in a hug. “You liar” she laughs in the hug burying her face in his shoulder. For AJ this is the best birthday gift anyone could have given her. Adolescents and puberty are creeping into her life, mood swings and attitude. But she could never let all of that affect the way she saw her oldest brother. He was her hero, she’d written multiple elementary school projects about him and had even been teased by her peers that she was ‘in love’ with her brother. “I can’t believe you came!” she says not moving her face from his shirt.

MC can see Chris’s grin bigger than it’s been since their last visit. There’s a glisten in his eyes, tears maybe? He’d hide them before AJ looked at him again. Seeing the way he was around his little sister only made MC love him more. “I’ll leave you alone” MC mouths to Chris before heading back down the stairs to Lily and Kyle.

Kyle stands by the fridge putting leftovers inside and pulling a large cake out. His eyes are tired and face saddened, his hair is much darker than his brothers and it’s long enough to cover his eye in this moment. Kyle’s never been one to speak his feelings, something MC always wanted to relate to him on but never had the strength to talk to him about. She’s never had brothers, or siblings at all for that matter. And Kyle, Kyle always seems a little short when she comes around.

“She loves you too” MC blurts out covering her mouth quickly as her thoughts had come out verbally. Kyle looks at her with a glare “Yeah, I know she’s my sister and I just paid eighty dollars for her dinner” he says sharply slamming the fridge while still perfectly balancing the cake in his other hand. He places it down on the table and goes to get the birthday candles from the cabinet.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean-” MC says before Lily places a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“Don’t blame yourself MC, he’s always like this when Chris comes around. Just let him run his course” Lily speaks quickly and quietly walking to the kitchen to help her son look for the candles. MC looks up the staircase her eyes pleading for Chris to return. She knew she was socially codependent on him but she didn’t know how bad until now. After a few moments when Chris doesn’t return MC turns her gaze back to Kyle and Lily. Lily whispers to her son, MC can’t hear what's being said but their body language says he’s being punished for what came before.

“Do you need some help” MC asks, though it took all her courage to do so.

“Sure. Take the candles and put them in the cake. She’s 12 not that you or Chris were around for the last year to know that” he says condescendingly.

“Sure thing” MC says lightly, reaching for the candles. But in that moment she’s had enough of his attitude. Every time she come to Maine she deals with the hateful comments from the teenager in the house. “Actually, if I may ask” she says doing her best to remain calm and polite. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you.” Kyle says directly

“So you hate Chris” MC spits back just as directly.

“I guess” Kyle responds in a whisper, he’s never said out loud that he hates his brother and he fears the punishment that will come if he does.

“I don’t think you do” MC continues with her polite tone “You see, I get it. Everytime I call my family they don’t ask how I am, they ask how he is. How is my star football player? When are we gonna get married? When am I bringing him home?” MC finishes and her polite tone turns to annoyance.

Kyle stands in front of her stunned, she’d hit the nail on the head. Every teacher at his school every parent of his friends constantly asked about his brother. But worst of all, every girl he’d ever liked, only liked him for his brother. His tired eyes are bigger and blue than his brothers and they stare back at MC in shock “But don’t you love him?” he asks

“Of course, he’s the greatest thing to ever happen to me, but I’ll say it outloud I wish someone would ask about me for once. I love him for all his accomplishments and his failures and I’ll love him for the rest of my life. And so will you!” MC spits Chris standing at the top the stairs listening in, but out of view from his brother. “Everytime I come here I watch you treat him disrespectfully. I know he’s great and I’m sure youve heard it a million time right?”

“Right” Kyle grunts

“But your annoyance does not warrant hatred. You know… almost the whole way here Chris told me how you went out for the baseball team last year, that you’d never shown interest in it before that but somehow you ended up the star player. He also told me that you excel in writing and English studies that you’re only going into your junior year and you’re already taking college courses in it. That you’ve expressed interest in Ivy League schools and have held the grades to accomplish it. He loves you and it’s time you start giving that love back”

MC had felt herself getting lost in her world again as she spoke resisting the urge to paint the pictures of Kyle’s success at school. She wanted to shake him and tell him that being a teenager doesn’t last forever and that every moment and emotion you feel counts. He couldn't let all of those emotions be full of jealousy and hate. And most of all he couldn’t let all of his accomplishments only be done to spite his older brother. MC pulls herself out of the moment to see a smile shown on Lily’s face, her son had been put in his place as she’d tried to do so many times before. MC turns to Chris who’s now sitting on the top step with his sister next to him covering her ears; she hated the fighting. His eyes look to MC and they are grateful. He pulls his sisters hands away from her ears and reassures her that it’s over. The tension in the room is thick, MC finds it hard to breathe as her anxiety forms again. She’d never spoke like that to her family, she’d only ever been spoken too in that way. And now she’d spoken so openly around a family who did nothing but love each other. She’d accused a member of that family and though she was right she couldn’t feel it. She breathes in and out as the seconds seem to last for minutes. She can feel her emotions taking over as her eyes glaze over.

“I’m ready for cake” AJ says stomping down the stairs and cutting the silence. She goes immediately next to Kyle. “you got me this cake right?” she asks.

Kyles eyes full of anger turn only kind when he talks to his sister “Uh, yeah.. Happy Birthday AJ” he responds trying to shake the feeling of regret. He knows what MC said is true but something in him wants to be right, he wants to feel right for treating Chris poorly. He can’t own up to his actions. “Let me just light the candles” he says staring at his hand full of candles that MC never took from him. He places them in the cake and heads to the garage for a lighter. They only have a few moments before he returns.

“Thank you MC,” Lily says instantly looking to MC. “That wasn't easy for you but thank you.” she finishes there and turns to her daughter. Her body language instantly changes the tone of the room. “So what are you gonna wish for AJ?” she asks. MC tunes out of their conversation still standing in one place. She’s been breathing in and out deeply and quietly. She’s been clasping her hands squeezing them tight pushing them off one another for minutes now. She’s on the brink of a full fledged anxiety attack. She looks up when she feels Chris grab her hands.

“Thank you” he mouths to her and kisses her forehead for a long moment. He feels her hands sweating and shaking. Though quiet he can even hear her deep breaths. “You’re okay MC” he whispers softly moving his hands from hers and wrapping them around her tightly. Chris was the only person who could pull MC out of her world once she got in it, if she was in her head no matter good or bad Chris could bring her back. She looks up at him mustering a smile. Their eyes connect and the conversations between them begin. No words being spoken but Chris suddenly understands. Her fears on a tight knit family were hard for Chris to wrap his head around but he tried for her.

“Got it” Kyle says returning with a bright smile, he’s clearly readjusted his attitude for his sister. His best birthday gift to her. He lights the candles quickly and everyone gathers around the table. They sing happy birthday all together their voices completely out of tune but it doesn’t matter to AJ she’s just happy to have everyone there.

#choices #play choices #mc x chris #the freshman fan fiction #chris powell #famtimechoicesmcc #choices fan fiction

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winterbaby89 · 7 years

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As Destiny Has Its Eyes On You Chapter 8/?

All the thanks to @artistic-writer for making this lovely pic.

Summary:

Princess Emma Swan of Misthaven has been prophesied as the Savior since before her birth. Now with the help of a Lieutenant from her past she is going to take her destiny into her own hands, to defeat the Evil Queen.

A/N:

This story is inspired by ’Destiny has its eyes on you’ by the lovely @seriouslyhooked (EmilyBea on FF). With the overwhelming support and love from EmilyBea and @ilovemesomekillianjones (who has graciously agreed to be my beta on this entire project, she can also be found on: AO3, and FF), I am presenting this to the public.

This story is rated ‘M’. I hope you enjoy, and if you haven’t read the works from these lovely ladies, I highly recommend you do so. Chapters 1-4 are based on chapters 1&2 of ‘Destiny Has Its Eyes on You’

AO3 FF.net Prologue/Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8

About a week after the attack Emma is lounging on one of the barrels near the helm.

“Killian?”

“Yes my love?”

“What is the date?”

“What?”

“What’s the date? I know it’s November, but I’m not sure the day.”

“I do believe it’s the thirteenth, why?”

Emma’s eyes widen, without a word she gets up and heads to the stairs leading to their cabin.

“Emma, is everything okay?” When she continues below deck without answering, Killian has Smee take over and follows her to their quarters. Walking into the cabin he sees she’s pacing and chewing on her bottom lip. “Love, is there significance to the thirteenth?”

She startles at his question. “What? No! Why?”

“When I told you the date you got quiet and pale, then proceeded to run to our cabin where you are currently pacing. What’s wrong? You know you can talk to me.”

“It’s not the thirteenth that’s significant, other than being this far. You’re sure it’s the thirteenth, not say the fifth by chance?”

“Yes love, I double checked my chart, why? What is so wrong with it being the thirteenth? What’s so important about the fifth?”

She takes a couple shuddering breaths before sitting down on the bed. “Killian, you love me right? No matter what?”

Now he’s even more concerned for Emma, still not quite grasping what’s going on. He sits next to her, and taking her hands in his, he looks straight into those beautiful, but worried emerald eyes of hers before he speaks. “No matter what, good or bad, always and forever, I love you, Emma. Now what is going on? I’m worried about you.”

“The date of import is the sixth, it’s the day I always start my… you know... my monthly.”

He notices that Emma is blushing furiously as she speaks. Oh! Killian is stunned by this revelation, and Emma continues on before he has a chance to respond.

“Which I’m sure, due to our more enjoyable daily activities, you’ve noticed I haven’t had my monthly since being with you.” She lets that hang in the air between them for just a moment before continuing. “Killian, I think I know what’s wrong with me. The fact that I’m no longer intact makes it possible. It’s a full week after the sixth, I’m still getting sick almost a week after the attack, no one else is sick but me.” She finally looks him in the eye, still holding his hands. “I’m fairly certain…” Emma pauses a moment to gather her courage before finally revealing her life altering realization. “I’m certain I’m with child.” The tears that have been pooling in her eyes spill over, afraid of his reaction, terrified he’s going to push her away, even though rationally she knows he loves her, and would never do that to her. Damn hormones.

“Emma, you’re certain?” She’s too choked up to answer so she just nods. “Don’t cry, my love. I know this wasn’t something we had planned for, or even thought to take steps against for that matter. Nor is it something we had thought to talk about yet, but I think we’ll make damn fine parents.” He smiles brightly before wrapping her in a hug, kissing her senseless. When they break apart for air, he looks her straight in the eye. “Marry me? I’ve wanted you to be mine since the day we met. I would follow you to the end of the world, or time, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy. My life without you was hollow and dark, and now that you’ve come back into my life it feels like I’m seeing the sun for the first time in years. I will love you and our child with every fiber of my being.” He pauses for a moment so he can get down on one knee, then taking her hands in his he asks her again, “So, what do you say love? Will you marry me?”

Emma is stunned into silence, this is not the reaction she was expecting from him, though she really should have. When she notices the tips of his ears are pink from embarrassment and his smile starts to fade, she’s able to find her voice again. Emma gets down on her knees with Killian, and gathers him up in the strongest hug she can muster. “I would love to be your wife, Killian! I’ve dreamt of it for years, but the crew thinks we’re already married.”

“We can do a small ceremony for now, just you and me, under the stars, and do a larger, grander affair later if you want one. Maybe with your family there…” Killian helps Emma stand back up while they’re still entangled in their embrace, and he perches them back on the edge of their bed.

Her smile falters a little at the thought of her family, but she responds nonetheless, “That sounds perfect. When?”

“Tonight, if you’re feeling well enough for it.”

“Tonight then.”

With a quick kiss he gets up and walks over to his hidden floor safe, opening it up, he pulls out the simple jewelry box he keeps in there. He is looking for something that he has held on to, hoping for just such an occasion. His mother’s ring. It’s a beautiful silver band woven to resemble interlocked vines with a gorgeous two carat stone the same shade of blue as his eyes, the eyes his mother passed on to him and Liam. Sitting next to his mother’s ring is Liam’s ring, the last piece he has of his brother. He has never been able to bring himself to wear it, now it seems meant for this moment. It’s a large silver ring with a rather large emerald set flush in the band, the stone matching Emma’s eyes perfectly. How fitting. The stone in my ring will remind me of Emma’s eyes every time I look at it, and the stone in Emma’s will remind her of my eyes. … Hopefully. Killian takes out the two rings, then places the jewelry box back in the safe and closes it back up before walking over to Emma, who’s still sitting on the bed.

“So what do you think my love? Will they work?” He hands her the two rings to look at.

“They’re perfect. I can tell they’re well loved, who did they belong to?”

“Yours was my mother’s ring, passed to Liam when she died, then to me when he died. Mine… used to be Liam’s, I got it when he died.”

“Oh Killian, I’m sorry. If it’s too painful you don’t have to wear it.”

“I actually think he would like me wearing it like this, I know he would approve. He always liked you.”

“So, we’re really going to do this?”

“Only if you want to Emma, I’ve said before, I want you to be happy, and I will do anything in my power to ensure it. Do not mistake my words though, it would make me the happiest man alive to call myself your husband, and you my wife. But I’ve no wish to hurt you, or sully your reputation-”

Emma quickly cuts him off. “NO! I do want this; I think I always have. Granted this isn’t how I imagined it coming about, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you, or the fact that I want to be your wife. I want to be able to claim you as mine, and mine alone, as much as I am already yours and only ever was yours.”

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Much Later That Night

Killian and Smee are the only people on deck, having dismissed the night crew from their watch a few hours early, which Smee will finish for them after the ceremony is completed. Smee is to act as their witness and officiant even though technically the Captain is the one with the power to perform marriages. Killian’s nerves and excitement are rearing their head in the form of him pacing.

“Sir if I may. If you keep pacing you’re liable to walk through the deck.” Killian just gives him an unamused look. “I must admit sir, I never thought this day would come. I am glad though. She makes you happy. We are all happy for you, both of you.”

“Thank you Mr. Smee. All it took was finding the right woman, and she is the right woman. There is no one her equal, she exceeds every standard. She is the standard. Now we just have to hope the in-laws take the news well. But you and the crew should not expect any change in your Captain, just because I have found my Emma again.”

“Never sir, we would never try to take advantage like that.”

“I know you wouldn’t Smee, but Murdoch and Walsh definitely did…”

“Have you decided what to do about them yet?”

“I… no punishment I come up with feels like it fits their crime.”

“I’m sure you will come up with something sir, and they will be more than deserving of it. Is the Princess feeling better after that traumatic situation?”

“She seems to have put it past her completely.”

“I am very glad to hear it, sir.”

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Emma is putting on one of the two dresses she thought to bring, it’s her first time wearing a dress since her birthday. She’s thankful she thought to grab this dress and bring it with her, it’s perfect for tonight, she thinks. It’s a beautiful silvery grey, silk off-the-shoulder dress, form fitting, hugging her curves in all the right places, hinting at just the right amount of cleavage, while still being comfortable. Killian won’t know what hit him. Emma smiles thinking about Killian, and what tonight means for both of them. The three of us, she thinks happily. Wondering how long it will be before she starts showing, she rests both hands on her still flat belly, and takes a deep breath, “Well, I guess it’s time.”

She smiles as she exits the cabin to head for the stairs and her future. Both men turn hearing her approach, they’re stunned when they catch sight of her as she ascends the stairs up onto the deck. Killian strides over to escort her across the last expanse behind the helm where they’ll become husband and wife.

“You look radiant my love.”

Emma blushes as Killian presses a gentle kiss to her palm. “Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Captain. Princess. Shall we?”

Killian quickly looks at Emma before answering. “Yes Mr. Smee, please.”

Smee just nods his head, beaming at his Captain and his beloved. “We are here on this beautiful, starry, early morning, aboard this magnificent ship to join these two souls as husband and wife, until the end of time. Captain, you may proceed with your declarations.”

“Emma, my love my words are failing me now that we are finally here. Darling, I’m beyond grateful. I’m honored that you love me and have chosen that from this day forward we will walk through life as partners. As husband and wife. I promise to do everything in my power to make sure you know that you are loved and cherished. I will move heaven above and earth below to ensure that you are happy and never want for anything. I love you. And from this day forward know that I am yours body, heart, and soul.” Once he finishes speaking he reaches up with his thumb to brush away the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Smee clears his throat, sounding a little choked up with emotion. “Beautiful, Captain… now Princess, if you will.”

“Killian. My Killian, you were my first love, my only love, my true love. You had my heart from the moment we met, never once did I lose hope we would make it here. No one ever realized I was a girl who just wanted to be loved for being me, not for being the princess, but you did. I will never know how you saw the girl behind the princess, but you did, and I am grateful. Now that I have you back, I can’t imagine a life without you in it, and I’m glad that now I won’t ever have to. I love you. I will do my best to make you happy and ensure you feel my love, from this day forward I am yours body, heart, and soul.”

“Very touching, milady… now the rings. Captain, repeat after me please. With this ring, I, Killian Jones, pledge myself to you, body and soul, from now until the end of time.”

As he slides his mother’s ring on Emma’s finger Killian repeats the sacred words. “With this ring, I, Killian Jones, pledge myself to you, body and soul, from now until the end of time.”

“Princess, please repeat after me. With this ring, I, Emma Swan, pledge myself to you, body and soul, from now until the end of time.”

She slides Liam’s ring onto Killian’s finger, trying not to cry. “With this ring, I, Emma Swan, pledge myself to you, body and soul, from now until the end of time.”

“With the exchange of rings and declarations of love, with the power provided to me by the Captain, I pronounce you husband and wife. Congratulations, Captain and Mistress Jones. You may kiss your bride, sir.”

Emma gives a watery chuckle as Killian sweeps her off her feet into an earth-shattering kiss filled with every ounce of their love. After a few moments Killian reluctantly breaks the kiss with his wife. Emma’s my wife, Gods above I love this woman, Killian thinks in awed disbelief.

“Thank you Mr. Smee, I think we shall retire for the morning. Be sure to get some rest when the morning watch comes to relieve you. Are we still on schedule to make Oldstown tomorrow afternoon?”

“It was entirely my pleasure, I am truly happy for the both of you. And, yes Captain, we are still on schedule. Should I expect to be in charge of the ship up until we dock, sir?”

“You know Smee, I would say that is a very good idea. But if there is something that needs my attention, know that you can come get me.”

“I will, sir. Again, many congratulations Captain, Mistress Jones. Enjoy your day and a half until we make port.”

“Thank you Mr. Smee, the Captain and I both appreciate your help in taking this special step that we’ve both been waiting for. And I appreciate everything you do for the ship, the crew, and my husband. I hope you have a pleasant rest of the morning.” She walks up hugging him, surprising him, before returning to Killian’s side.

“Good day Mr. Smee.”

“Good day Captain. Mistress.”

“Shall we? Mistress Jones.”

Emma’s heart stutters with happiness. Mistress Jones… we’re married. Finally, he is mine as much as I am his. And to think a month ago I was worried he wouldn’t remember me.

“We shall, Captain Jones.”

Gods above how did I get so lucky? Is this another dream? I will never take Emma’s love for granted… she and our children will never doubt my devotion.

Arriving at the doors to the Captain’s cabin, Killian lifts Emma to carry her across the threshold of their cabin, kissing her thoroughly in the process.

“Killian, you don’t have to carry me, I’m not far enough along that I can’t walk.”

“Love, it is tradition that the husband carry his wife across the threshold of their marriage suite. You don’t want to invite bad luck now do you?”

She playfully swats him in the chest, shaking her head. “No. I guess we wouldn’t want that. Now are you ever going to put me down?”

“Never, love. Never. Now that I have you, I never intend to let you go. And as soon as we get to Oldstown we will seek out the doctor to make sure you are okay.” She starts to interrupt him, but he just raises a hand to stop her, allowing her legs to settle on the floor while keeping his other arm wrapped around her back. “No. You will not fight me on this love, we will have you looked at by the doctor to make sure there are no surprises. After we leave Oldstown it’s still another week, good wind and weather permitting, before we make it to Arendelle. I will not take any chances with your health and life, nor the health and life of our child.” His tone brooks no arguments.

“Killian. Even though we are now married, and even with me being in my condition, neither one negates the fact that I still have to face the Evil Queen.”

“That may be Emma, but we will not take any unnecessary chances and risk you or the baby. I will not try to keep you from your destiny of taking on the Evil Queen, but we will do this the smart way, which does not include charging off half-cocked.”

“Aye-Aye, Captain,” she says. Emma knows he is just concerned for her, but if he insists on orders then she will answer accordingly.

“Now, now, darling, I am not trying to upset you, nor do I wish to control you. Perhaps I need to work on the words I choose?”

“Perhaps,” is her only reply.

“When we arrive in Oldstown I would like to seek out the doctor so he can make sure you and the baby are well. We still have a ways to go before Arendelle, and I think it is better to have you both checked now. Would you agree?”

“That’s better, pirate.” She smiles at him to let him know she does appreciate the sentiment.

“Aye, I thought so,” he replies cheekily, “now let’s get you off to bed, it has been far too long since I have ravished you.” A shiver of anticipation runs up her spine at his words. “I like the dress darling, it’s very becoming on you.”

“I thought you might like it.”

“I think I might like it better on the floor.”

Killian made good on his promise of ravishing her, well past dawn, and every moment they weren’t sleeping until Oldstown came into sight.

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A/N : If anyone is curious, Oldstown is the Southernmost town within the borders of Arendelle. Also, fun fact, I've had this chapter written and queued up since February, and I think the similarities between mine and the shows proposal is adorably funny.

All the thanks to @hollyethecurious for making this lovely aesthetic/collage.

Chapter Nine

Tagging some lovelies to enjoy: @ilovemesomekillianjones, @seriouslyhooked, @jennjenn615, @flslp87, @laschatzi, @ultraluckycatnd, @kmomof4, @xhookswenchx

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The shorter your sleep, the shorter their own lives: the new sleep discipline

Leading neuroscientist Matthew Walker to the reasons why sleep deprivation is increasing our peril of cancer, heart attack and Alzheimers and what you can do about it

Matthew Walker “ve learned to” dreaded the issues to” What do you do ?” At parties, it signals the end of his evening; thereafter, his new acquaintance will unavoidably cling to him like ivy. On an aeroplane, it generally means that while everyone else watches movies or reads a thriller, he will find himself running an hours-long store for the benefit of passengers and crew alike.” I’ve begun to lie ,” he says.” Earnestly. I just tell people I’m a dolphin manager. It’s better for everyone .”

Walker is a sleep scientist. To be specific, he is the director of the Center for Human Sleep Science at the University of California, Berkeley, a research institute whose objective- perhaps unachievable- is to understand everything about sleep’s impact on us, from delivery to fatality, in sickness and health. No meditate, then, that people long for his advise. As the line between operate and leisure germinates ever more blurred, uncommon is the person who doesn’t worry about their sleep. But even as we contemplate the shadows beneath our eyes, most of us don’t know the half of it- and perhaps this is the real conclude he has stopped telling strangers how he makes his living. When Walker talks about sleep he can’t, in all conscience, limit himself to whispering comforting nothings about camomile tea and warm bathtubs. It’s his conviction that we are in the midst of a” cataclysmic sleep-loss epidemic “, the consequences of which are far graver than any of us could imagine. This place, he accepts, is exclusively likely to change if government get involved.

Walker has invested the last four and a half years writing Why We Sleep , a complex but pressing book that cross-examine the effects of this epidemic be closed down, the idea being that once people know of the powerful linked with sleep loss and , among other things, “Alzheimers disease”, cancer, diabetes, obesity and poor mental health, they will try harder to get the recommended eight hours a night( sleep destitution, astounding as this may sound to Donald Trump characters, constitutes anything less than seven hours ). But, in the end, the individual can achieve merely so much. Walker craves major institutions and law-makers to take up his ideas, more.” No side of our biology is left unscathed by sleep deprivation ,” he says.” It settle down into every possible nook and cranny. And yet no one is doing anything about it. Things have to change: in the workplace and our communities, our homes and families. But when did “youve been” find an NHS poster advocating sleep on beings? When did a medical doctor prescribe , not sleeping pills, but sleep itself? It should still be prioritised, even incentivised. Sleep loss costs the UK economy over PS30bn a year in misplaced revenue, or 2% of GDP. I could double the NHS budget if simply they would association policies to mandate or powerfully foster sleep .”

Why, precisely, are we so sleep-deprived? What has happened over the course of the last 75 years? In 1942, less than 8% of specific populations was trying to survive on six hours or less sleep a night; in 2017, virtually one in two people is. The grounds are apparently obvious.” Firstly, we electrified the darknes ,” Walker says.” Light is a profound degrader of our sleep. Second, there is the issue of wield: is not simply the porous borders between when you start and finish, but longer commuter times, too. No one wants to give up meter with their family or amusement, so they give up sleep instead. And anxiety plays an active role. We’re a lonelier, more depressed civilization. Alcohol and caffeine are more widely available. All these are the adversaries of sleep .”

But Walker accepts, extremely, that in the developed countries sleep is strongly associated with weakness, even reproach.” We have stigmatised sleep with the label of laziness. We want to seem busy, and one path we express that is by exclaiming how little sleep we’re getting. It’s a badge of standing. When I throw lectures, parties will wait behind until there is no one around and then tell me quietly:’ I seem to be one of those people who need eight or nine hours’ sleep .’ It’s humiliating to say it in public. They would rather wait 45 minutes for the confessional. They’re convinced that they’re abnormal, and why wouldn’t they be? We scold parties for sleeping exactly what we, after all, merely sufficient sums. We think of them as slothful. No one would look at an infant newborn sleeping, and say’ What a lazy babe !’ We know sleeping is non-negotiable for a baby. But that thought is promptly abandoned[ as we grow up ]. Humans are the only species that purposely deprive themselves of sleep for no apparent reasonablenes .” In action you’re wondering, the number of people who can exist on five hours of sleep or less without any disorder, expressed as a percent of specific populations and rounded to a whole number, is zero.

The world of sleep discipline is still relatively small. But it is growing exponentially, thanks both to ask( the multifarious and originating influences caused by the epidemic) and to new technology( such as electrical and magnetic intelligence stimulators ), which facilitates researchers to have what Walker describes as “VIP access” to the sleeping mentality. Walker, who is 44 and was born in Liverpool, is currently in the field for more than 20 years, having written his first research paper at the age of merely 21.” I would love to tell you that I was fascinated by awareness territories from childhood ,” he says.” But in truth, it was accidental .” He started out studying for a medical grade in Nottingham. But having been observed that doctoring wasn’t for him- he was more enthralled by wonders than by refutes- he switched to neuroscience, and after graduation, began a PhD in neurophysiology supported by the Medical Research Council. It was while working on this that he stumbled into the realm of sleep.

Matthew Walker photographed in his sleep laboratory. Picture: Saroyan Humphrey for the Observer

” I was looking at the brainwave structures of people with different forms of dementia, but I was neglecting miserably at observing any difference between them ,” he remembers now. One darknes, however, he read a technical paper that changed everything. It described which parts of the intelligence were being attacked by these different types of dementia:” Some were attacking regions of the brain that had to do with restrained sleep, while other types left those sleep cores unaffected. I realised my mistake. I had been quantifying the brainwave task of my patients while they were awake, when I should have been doing so while they were asleep .” Over the next six months, Walker learnt himself how to set up a sleep laboratory and, sure as shooting, the recordings he made in it subsequently communicated loudly of a clearly defined difference between cases. Sleep, it seemed, could be a brand-new early diagnostic litmus test for different subtypes of dementia.

After this, sleep grew his obsession.” Exclusively then did I question: what is this thing called sleep, and what does it do? I was always curious, annoyingly so, but when I started to read about sleep, I would look up and hours would have gone by. No one could react the simple question: why do we sleep? That seemed to me to be the greatest technical whodunit. I was going to attack it, and I was going to do that in two years. But I was naive. I didn’t realise that some of the greatest technical minds had been trying to do the same stuff for their entire vocations. That was two decades ago, and I’m still cracking away .” After gaining his doctorate, he moved to the US. Formerly a professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School, he is now prof of neuroscience and psychology at the University of California.

Does his infatuation extend to the bedroom? Does he take his own admonition when it comes to sleep?” Yes. I establish myself a non-negotiable eight-hour sleep possibility each night, and I prevent very regular hours: if there is one thing I tell people, it’s to go to bed and to wake up at the same period every day , no matter what. I take my sleep incredibly earnestly because I have accompanied the evidence presented. Once you know that after just one night of only 4 or five hours’ sleep, your natural gunman cells- the ones that assault the cancer cells that appear in your form every day- drop by 70%, or that a lack of sleep is linked to cancer of the bowel, prostate and tit, or even exactly that the World Health Organisation has classed different forms of night-time change project as a probable carcinogen, how could you do anything else ?”

There is, however, a stinging in the tale. Should his eyelids fail to close, Walker admits that he can be a touch” Woody Allen-neurotic “. When, for example, “hes come to” London over the summer, he found himself jet-lagged and wide awake in his hotel chamber at two o’clock in the morning. His trouble then, as ever in these situations, was that he knew too much. His brain initiated to race.” I reputed: my orexin isn’t being turned off, the sensory barrier of my thalamus is wedged open, my dorsolateral prefrontal cortex won’t shut down, and my melatonin surge won’t happen for another seven hours .” What did he do? In the end, it seems, even macrocosm experts in sleep deed just like the rest of us when struck by the curse of insomnia. He turned on a light-colored and read for a while.

Will Why We Sleep have the impact its scribe hopes? I’m not sure: the science fragments, it must be said, require some concentration. But what I can tell you is that it had a strong impression on me. After read it, I was utterly determined to go to bed earlier- a government to which I am sticking determinedly. In a acces, I was prepared for this. I firstly encountered Walker some months ago, when he spoke at an happening at Somerset House in London, and he struck me then as both passionate and convincing( our afterward interview takes place via Skype from the basement of his” sleep centre”, a spot which, with its bedrooms off a long hallway, apparently resembles the ward of a private hospital ). But in another way, it was unpredictable. I am chiefly immune to health admonition. Inside my honcho, there is always a expres that says” merely enjoy life while it lasts “.

The evidence Walker presents, nonetheless, is enough to send anyone early to plot. It’s no various kinds of choice at all. Without sleep, there is low force and illnes. With sleep, there is vitality and health. More than 20 large scale epidemiological studies all report the same clear affair: the shorter your sleep, the shorter their own lives. To take just one example, adults aged 45 years or older who sleep less than six hours a night are 200% more likely to have a heart attack or stroking in their lifetime, as compared with those sleeping seven or eight hours a nighttime( part of the reason for this has to do with blood pressure: even exactly one darknes of meagre sleep reduction will hasten the rate of a person’s mettle, hour upon hour, and significantly increase their blood pressure ).

A lack of sleep also appears to hijack the body’s effective control of blood sugar, the cells of the sleep-deprived appear, in experiments, to become little responsive to insulin, and thus to stimulate a prediabetic nation of hyperglycaemia. When your sleep grows short, furthermore, you are susceptible to weight gain. Among the reasons for this are the fact that insufficient sleep decreases levels of the satiety-signalling hormone, leptin, and increases levels of the hunger-signalling hormone, ghrelin.” I’m not going to say that the obesity crisis is caused by the sleep-loss epidemic alone ,” says Walker.” It’s not. However, processed food and sedentary lifestyles do not adequately made a statement in explanation rise. Something is missing. It’s now clear that sleep is that third part .” Tiredness, of course, too alters motivation.

Sleep has a powerful influence on the immune system, which is why, when we have flu, our first instinct is to go to bed: our form is trying to sleep itself well. Reduce sleep even for a single nighttime, and your resilience is drastically reduced. If you are tired, you are more likely to catch a cold. The well-rested too respond better to the flu inoculation. As Walker has already said, more gravely, analyses show that short sleep can affect our cancer-fighting immune cadres. A number of epidemiological studies have reported that night-time alteration cultivate and the disruption to circadian sleep and lilt that it causes increase the odds of developing cancers including tit, prostate, endometrium and colon.

Getting too little sleep across the adult lifespan will significantly create the health risks of developing Alzheimer’s disease. The reasons for this are difficult to summarise, but in essence it has to do with the amyloid accumulations( a poison protein) that accumulate in the brains of those suffering from the disease, killing the surrounding cells. During deep sleep, such accumulations are effectively cleaned from the brain. What occurs in an Alzheimer’s patient is a kind of vicious circle. Without adequate sleep, these plaques build up, especially in the brain’s deep-sleep-generating fields, attacking and degrading them. The loss of deep sleep caused by this assault therefore abridges our ability to remove them from the mentality at night. More amyloid, less deep sleep; little deep sleep, more amyloid, and so on.( In his notebook, Walker notes “unscientifically” that he has always determined it strange that Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan, both of whom were vocal about how little sleep they needed, both went on to develop the disease; it is, moreover, a illusion that older adults necessity less sleep .) Away from dementia, sleep facilitates our ability to realize new storages, and rebuilds our capabilities for learning.

And then there is sleep’s effect on mental health issues. When your mom told you that everything would look better in the morning, she was shrewd. Walker’s book includes a long section on dreams( which, says Walker, contrary to Dr Freud, cannot be analysed ). Here he details the various ways in which the dream regime connects to ingenuity. He likewise suggests that reverie is a allaying balm. If we sleep to remember( see above ), then we also sleep to forget. Deep sleep- the side when we begin to nightmare- is a therapeutic country during which we cast off the emotional charge of its own experience, shaping them easier to bear. Sleep, or a lack of it, too changes our feeling more generally. Brain examines being conducted by Walker uncovered a 60% elaboration in the reactivity of the amygdala- a key spot for prompting fury and rage- in those who were sleep-deprived. In children, sleeplessness has been linked to aggressivenes and browbeat; in teens, to suicidal beliefs. Insufficient sleep is too associated with lapsing in addiction diseases. A existing sentiment in psychiatry is that mental disturbance effect sleep interruption. But Walker believes it is, in fact, a two-way street. Regulated sleep designed to improve the health of, for example, those with bipolar disorder.

I’ve mentioned deep sleep in this( more brief) summary several times. What is it, exactly? We sleep in 90 -minute cycles, and it’s only towards the end of each one of these that we go into deep sleep. Each round consists of two kinds of sleep. First, there is NREM sleep( non-rapid eye movement sleep ); this is then must be accompanied by REM( rapid eye movement) sleep. When Walker talks about these repetitions, which still have their riddles, his tone changes. He clangs bewitched, nearly dazed.

” During NREM sleep, your intelligence goes into this incredible synchronised pattern of rhythmic chanting ,” he says.” There’s a remarkable solidarity across the surface of the brain, like a deep, slow mantra. Researchers were once fooled that this territory was same to a coma. But nothing could be further from the truth. Immense amounts of reminiscence processing going on here. To create these brainwaves, hundreds of thousands of cells all sing together, and then get silent, and on and on. Meanwhile, your body colonizes into this lovely low-grade state of energy, the best blood-pressure medicine you could ever hope for. REM sleep, on the other hand, is sometimes known as rem sleep, because the brain patterns are identical to when you’re awake. It’s an incredibly active psyche territory. Your heart and nervous system go across spates of act: we’re still not exactly sure why .”

Does the 90 -minute cycle mean that so-called power naps are worthless?” They can take the edge off basic sleepiness. But you need 90 times to get to deep sleep, and one cycle isn’t enough to do all the work. You necessity four or five cycles/seconds to get all the benefit .” Is it possible to have too much sleep? This is unclear.” There is no good evidence at the moment. But I do think 14 hours is too much. Too much water can kill you, and too much food, and I repute eventually the same will prove to be true for sleep .” How is it possible to tell if a person is sleep-deprived? Walker thinks we should rely our inclinations. Those who would sleep on if their alarm clock was turned off are simply not getting enough. Ditto those who need caffeine in the afternoon to stay awake.” I see it all the time ,” he says.” I get on a flight at 10 am where individuals should be at top alerting, and I look around, and half of the plane has immediately fallen asleep .”

So “whats being” the individual do? First, they are able to evade gathering “all-nighters”, at their desks or on the dancefloor. After being awake for 19 hours, you’re as cognitively impaired as someone who is drunkard. Second, they should start “ve been thinking about” sleep as a kind of toil, like going to the gym( with the key difference that it is both free and, if you’re me, entertaining ).” Beings use frightens to wake up ,” Walker says.” So why don’t we have a bedtime fright to tell us we’ve got half an hour, that we should start cycling down ?” We should start thinking of midnight more in terms of its original meaning: as the middle of the night. Schools should consider subsequently starts for students; such delays correlate with improved IQs. Firms should think about honoring sleep. Productivity will rise, and reason, ingenuity and even high levels of franknes will be improved. Sleep can be measured using tracking inventions, and some far-sighted companies in the US already sacrifice hires time off if they clock enough of it. Sleeping pills, by the way, are to be avoided. Among interesting thing, they are unable have a deleterious influence on memory.

Those who are focused on so-called ” clean” sleep are determined to outlaw mobiles and computers from the bedroom- and quite right, very, given the effect of LED-emitting inventions on melatonin, the sleep-inducing hormone. Ultimately, though, Walker believes that technology will be sleep’s saviour.” There is going to be a revolution in the quantified self in industrial nations ,” he says.” We will know everything about our organizations from one day to the next in high fidelity. That will be a seismic shift, and we will then start to develop techniques by which we can enlarge different components of human sleep, and do that from the bedside. Sleep will come to be seen as a preventive medicine .”

What queries does Walker still most want to answer? For a while, “he il be” quiet. “It’s so difficult,” he says, with a sigh.” There are so many. I would still like to know where we go, psychologically and physiologically, where reference is nightmare. Daydream is the second district of human rights consciousness, and we have only scratched the surface in so far. But I would also like to find out when sleep rose. I like to posit a ridiculous assumption, which is: perhaps sleep did not evolve. Perhaps it was the thing from which wakefulness emerged .” He laughs.” If I could have certain kinds of medical Tardis and go back in time to look at that, well, I would sleep better at night .”

* Why We Sleep: The New Science of Sleep and Dreams by Matthew Walker is published by Allen Lane( PS20 ). To ordering a print for PS17 go to guardianbookshop.com or call 0330 333 6846. Free UK p& p over PS10, online tells exclusively. Telephone tells min p& p of PS1. 99

Sleep in numbers

# Two-thirds of adults in developed commonwealths fail to obtain the nightly eight hours of sleep put forward by the World Health Organisation.

# An adult sleeping merely 6.75 hours a night would be predicted to live only to their early 60 s without medical intervention.

# A 2013 examine reported that men who slept too little had a seman weigh 29% lower than those who regularly get a full and restful night’s sleep.

# If you drive a car when you have had less than five hours’ sleep, you are 4.3 times more likely to be involved in a gate-crash. If you drive having had four hours, you are 11.5 times more likely to be involved in an accident.

# A red-hot shower assistants sleep not because it sees you warm, but because your dilated blood vessels extend inner heat, and your core body temperature puts. To successfully establish sleep, your core temperature must be free to descend about 1C.

# The age taken to reach physical exhaustion by contestants who obtain anything less than eight hours of sleep, and especially less than six hours, drops-off by 10 -3 0 %.

# There was more than 100 diagnosed sleep ailments, of which insomnia is the most common.

# Morning kinds, who prefer to awake at or around dawn, even off about 40% of the population. Evening forms, who prefer to go to bed late and wake up sometime, account for about 30%. The abiding 30% lie somewhere in between.