Sleeplessness storie

𝘼 𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙛 , 𝙃𝙚 / 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 , 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩

-Moomintroll / male! Reader- Something I wrote since I was feeling particularly restless and figured writing out my emotions could help and could be something I share with you guys! I haven't written anything in a long time so forgive me if its a bit rusty! Also this is 2K19 Moomin

December 12 BLEATING FORMALITY Stupidity stalks me when I am tired, hijacking my mouth.  I can put this off to pilot error or interruption of service on my neurologic pipeline, but truly I have been captured by senseless, irrational muttonness.  I would love to say it was pigheadedness but, alas, I am not self-determined, I am a sheep.  I open my lips and out pours the same plaintive cry as the surrounding herd.  In addition, once begun, the wail is unending; it’s as if the bellows works on its own carrying a tune which blends with the entire wool-coated world.  I shift and run with my position according to the movements at large.  I am following the reactionary breed, dropping the specifics of my personality as one of the crowd; my brain is switched off and a quick veneer grows over my eyes.  I can’t see, think, or speak for myself and yet it doesn’t occur to me to hit the hay.  When as a petulant three year old I do fall to sleep in my tracks, I wake as myself with many bleating apologies to be made. Put morbidity on a leash and never walk it alone. * Peter and I This flight is not filled with the giggling cherubs of my westerly flight, but among the solemn children on this flight is Peter, the oldest of four, who is reading Tolkien and marking his place with a two page wish list. Christmas is coming and Peter seems confident.   I wonder if we are what we read and ponder if I am what I write. Poetry, stories, novels, declarations, it all feels like arms and legs, things I cannot move right without.   I live better when they are out and free. I am free too, when they live on their own and I am not their soul residence.   I have to rededicate myself to the work entrusted to me for so much living depend upon it.   Vlog:  http://youtu.be/pIxhPgXDifU   You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

FEVER DREAM (STAY AWAKE) is a one-page poem-book of dark intimacy and fragile devotion, set in the quiet terror of a sleepless night. It follows two bodies pressed together as anxiety spirals and sleep feels dangerous-where fear of unconsciousness becomes fear of disappearance. Desire here is soft but urgent, erotic in proximity rather than motion, and charged with the need to stay present. The poem explores panic as a private apocalypse, intimacy as grounding rather than escape, and love as the act of staying awake when leaving would be easier. Celestial undertones linger in the language of light, breath, and gravity, framing the night as a threshold between falling and remaining. Tender, sensual, and hushed, it treats closeness as survival and sleep as an act of trust.

''When I look at my phone, I see the whole screen being filled with messages from Daisy. I totally forgot about her, which isn't weird, since my mom just got murdered.'' After Evelyn finds her mom dead in bed, she is directly considered the main suspect, but she's sure she didn't do anything. When the truth unfolds, it turns out to be something nobody could have ever expected.

A poem about a nightly visitor.

This'll be a collection of Loki One-shots that I write whenever something comes to my mind, so definitely not regularly. The stories aren't really connected even if some may have similarities etc. ~I don't own the song I quoted in the first one-shot nor do I own any of the characters mentioned (except for the Lyrical I obviously, but yeah)~ (Also an Info about the first chapter: I know that the Movie-Loki/Tom Hiddleston doesn't have green eyes, but Comic-Loki does as far as I know and the song just reminded me of him.) I refer to Loki mainly as he/him or they/them, since they're genderfluid in the comics, but maybe there'll also be some stories where I'll refer to them as she/her or all (throughout the story changing) pronouns.

Jethro is not sleeping well so his team get a redhead on his case. Will Jen be able to get the former Marine to sleep?

Tired

For a friend. Because we all need more sleep.

A short poem I wrote after arriving home late from a college night class.

{Patrick Stump} "So why are you roaming the streets at three in the morning, if you don't mind me asking?" "Oh, same reason as you I suppose. Unable to sleep. But I guess the causes of our sleeplessness are probably different, aren't they?" Patrick Stump, lead singer of Fall Out Boy, was known for many things. His soul voice, his height (well, actually, his lack thereof), and his ability to go from a yellow-eyed demon to an adorable little cinnamon roll, just to name a few. But there were many things about him that people didn't know. Namely, his heartbreak. Of course, people knew of his split with Elisa, but they didn't know how even after three years, he was still staying up into the early hours of the morning, writing down lyrics. Lyrics that could hopefully help him take the heartache away, lyrics that he would eventually ditch when they only made the heartache worse. In desperation, he decided to do away with his personal ban on using alcohol to cope. As he walked to the nearest liquor store, he found a woman wandering around, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing walking around at that hour in the morning. He began to talk to her, and soon he realized that this woman was as heartbroken as he was, maybe even more so. As they walked together at three in the morning, she began to reveal how broken she really was, and soon, Patrick vowed to help her put her heart back together. Little did he know that by doing just that, he might just be able to fix his own heart in the process.

When you can't sleep