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switchjasper:
It’s.. kind of like a logic puzzle thing? With numbers. You have to make sure every 3x3 square, row, and column has the numbers one through nine in it, without repeats.
That...hmm..I’m afraid I’m more of a visual learner, so that still went right over my head. I’ll look into it though! I think I’ll try anything at least once if it could potentially help me get a solid eight (maybe even six) hours of sleep regularly.
rafmorales:
Well, it depends. Sometimes people lay awake thinking of all the things they need to do tomorrow or worrying about small things that they could just as well take care of in the morning. In that case, writing it does and consciously postponing it until the next day can definitely help. Hopefully now that things look to be settling down, bookshops and the like will become a staple again. I certainly could do with an update of my own collection.
Um...my staying awake at night is less about things I need to do and the future, and more about past things. So they’re not..things that can change or I can take care of. Memories. Things like that. So I’m not sure if writing would have the same affect. I hope so. There used to be a little bookshop downtown that I loved when I was younger, but it’s empty now- maybe from even before the world upended.
switchjasper:
Reading helps me, usually. Or phone games. Until my brain just.. stops going a mile a minute. Sudoku, maybe?
Reading has been my go-to, but it doesn’t really work all that well...and I can’t even remember the last time I downloaded a phone game, usually I just stick with solitaire or scrabble or something. What’s sudoku?
thelovelyanna:
This may sound like shameless self promotion, but I promise it isn’t. Yoga is amazing to regulate your sleep schedule — most physical activity is, actually, but there’s an extra relaxing quality that comes with Yoga thanks to all the stretching and the improvement of circulation. If you’ve never tried it, I’ll be happy teach you the basics. If you really can’t sleep, though, I suggest watching a movie you’ve already seen a hundred times. It works like a charm to me.
Oh um, hmm....I’ve never actually done yoga before but..you teach? I think I could possibly be interested...both for potentially being able to sleep, and for the other added benefits you mentioned. And I’ve tried that! There’s only so many times I can watch Pretty Woman before I start to resent it though.
rafmorales:
I think that depends on why you can’t sleep. If it’s because you keep thinking about the same thing over and over again, it can help to write your thoughts down so you can deal with them in the morning and be sure to have a record of it. Otherwise, reading or other calmer activities can help make you sleepy again. Walks might be nice too, but certainly come with some safety concerns right now.
I can’t sleep for....a few reasons. Mainly ones in my head. I’m not sure I need to write them down though..would that actually help? Maybe reading..I’d need to find a bookshop in town, since one I went to when I was a kid is out of business now. Yeah, I made it about half a block the other night before paranoia kicked in and I all but sprinted back inside.
janecleeves:
I recommend lighting some lavender candles before you try and putting on a mindfulness cd or maybe some other kind of background noise that your brain can focus on instead of your thoughts.
Lavender....I hadn’t thought of that. Do you know of any places or recommendations of a place I can get some? I’ve seen apps and playlists with background noises too, maybe I’ll try those out, I always did like the sound of the rain..
Maybe a long shot but does anyone have any tips or tricks to just...get your brain to be quiet so you can sleep? Or on the flip side, things to do to occupy time when you just can’t? I’ve rearranged my room twice already this weekend alone and had even humored the thought of going for a walk before realizing that..might not be the safest option alone at night.
janecleeves:
My resolution this year is to learn something new every month, any suggestions?
Maybe the basics of any language? Like a “Hi, my name is” phrase or the first ten numbers? I’d say maybe try a new recipe every month or something, but I don’t think now is a time to be experimenting with any foods you may have.
What made you want to become a nurse?
I want to help people. Nurses and doctors are selfless, and the ones I’ve dealt with during the course of my life whether for myself or for someone else have always seemed kind and trustworthy. They don’t care who you are or what you do or look like or anything. They’re there to help, end of story. And it’s just something I’d like to do with my life. If I could ever just help even one person, I think it’d be worth it.
Ever been in love?
I thought I was.
I think I could’ve been too, if I’d been allowed to stay.
f2f // jamlie
jamie-ward:
Easy as breathing, Jamie’s hand came to rest in the small of Jules’ back as she stumbled – steadying, comforting. “Easy there,” he said, boyish grin still split wide across his mouth. Being here, like this, with Julia, made him feel ten years younger, like maybe he hadn’t wasted his life being a drunk and a fuck up – like he still had time to get shit right.
Jamie’s expression took on a confused quality for a half-second until, fuck, Jules wouldn’t know, would she? That he had his own shop, that he was a full on carpenter now instead of a kid who whittled away at wood for fun. “Oh,” he said, dumbly and maybe a tiny bit sheepishly. “No, I make them. Well, not just bar stools. But furniture and other odds and ends – from wood. It’s uh, my trade. Now.” Jamie hated the little flutter in his chest, the need of approval from the one submissive that it actually mattered from.
He laughed at her mention of Monica, hand guiding her as they took a right, headed towards the diner. That laugh died, however, at the mention of Derek. His steps slowed, frown marring his face. He looked at her, silent for a moment, unsure of how to tell her, throat tight. “Derek enlisted,” he began, looking away from Jules. “He was killed. It, ah, it happened four years ago. Grey hasn’t been the same, but he’s alive and well. He’s laid claim to my couch, actually.”
He kept her upright and walking easily, like it was second nature--and maybe it was. He taught her how to ride his motorcycle, gave her her first drink when she was barely eighteen. And he was always there, keeping her steady along the way.
Julia noted the confused look on his face, but before she could question it he was elaborating and her eyes widened a bit. He always used to have an army knife in his pocket, would usually be whittling away at any chunk of wood he could get his hands on. And he was always good at it. So to see he actually did something with that... “Jamie..that’s wonderful, oh my gosh!” She grinned up at him, bouncing a bit in her steps, “So you have your own store or something? Can I come by and see it someday soon? Please?”
It was barely seconds later though that his steps slowed, and her grinned dimmed lower and lower until he spoke again, and just like that her excitement plummeted, being replaced with the feeling of her heart dropping, a bucket of ice water dousing over her.
Derek had always been kind and sweet to her, she got along with him almost as much as Jamie. He was her friend. ...And he was gone.
And she had no idea.
Her heart went from dropping to feeling like it was cracking. She’d been forced away from her friends and her family. She didn’t know of James’ job, didn’t know someone she loved was dead for years... “J-Jamie, I..” she swallowed, frowning as she stopped their walking altogether. She leaned up on her tiptoes to manage and wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him, “I’m sorry...” I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you. I’m sorry you had to go through that alone. She closed her eyes, feeling guilt and grief and a dozen other emotions rolling through her. She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, instinct kicking in as she reached up to cup his cheek for a moment. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here..I...I didn’t..--that I didn’t know. That I wasn’t here. F..For you.”
f2f // jamlie
jamie-ward:
James laughed at that. Yeah, it didn’t matter how much money he had in the bank, no now that the Nameless had crashed the market. Those zeros were meaningless. It rankled, a bit, seeing as he’d worked so hard to get to where he was, to be stable contributing Dominant to society. He’d been a wreck for so long, a miserable fuck who’d let his drinking problem drag him down into the dirt.
He was better now and Julia was back – it was crap that the city was in shambles. Which, fuck, that made him feel all the more protective of Jules. Where was she staying? Did they have enough food? Ample shelter? Was she going to be alright? He wanted to make it right, wanted to take care of her and provide.
“Assuming the bread isn’t stale and hasn’t gone bad, I’m sure I can trade Ace some new bar stools for a plate of french toast.” Anything for Jules, whatever she wanted, he’d get for her. Even if all she ended up wanting to be was his friend. He’d still spoil her, even then. To make up for all the years he couldn’t, that she’d been away. He wanted to ask, about the bastard, about Michael, but he refrained. No point in being a jealous git while they were catching up.
He pulled her tighter against his side. “I never left,” he said, hand lifting to fix his glasses. “Where are you staying? With your folks?” He almost hoped not. They were never much of a fan of his. He understood, now. It wasn’t like he was the shining example of what a Dominant should be, back then.
It was so...strange, to be back here, walking the same streets she did as a years ago, with the same person. But she wasn’t the same person, not anymore, not really. Would James still want anything to even do with her if he knew the truth? If he knew that she was...damaged, broken. Used goods. Her steps stumbled the tiniest bit as she heard Michael’s voice in her head but she played it off as just tripping over a crack, giving him an easy smile. Maybe it’d be for the best..if he didn’t know.
“Bar stools?” she questioned, tilting her head a bit. “You don’t need to sell off parts of your home just to feed me, Jamie. I’ll be perfectly fine with even just a can of soup.” Times were tough and she knew it--even her parents who were used to living a life of luxury had to make some vast adjustments. And speaking of... “I--yeah. Just got here a couple days ago actually. I um...I was in Connecticut before though, spending some time with Monica. Apparently now that we’re both adults we get along far better than we did ten years ago.” she mused fondly, easily glossing over the time she spent rehabilitating while staying her sister. “And speaking of siblings, how’re yours? How’s Grey? Derek? I miss annoying him almost as much as I did you.”
f2f // jamlie
jamie-ward:
James paused as Jules grabbed for his shirt, small hand forming a fist, twisted up in his jacket. That gave him pause, heart fluttering in his chest. He missed her too, didn’t want to be parted but this – it felt different. He frowned, tucking such thoughts away for later. Now, he just wanted to enjoy being reunited with his friend.
He didn’t miss the red rim of her eyes, neither, but before he could comment, could brush a thumb under each eye, she was beaming up at him, clever as ever. “Yeah?” he asked, dumb grin stretching wide across his mouth. At her next comment, he laughed, the sound of it belly-achingly loud. “Yeah, squirt, I guess you do.”
It felt nice, having Jules’ arms around his waist. He hated to move, to ruin their point of contact. So he stepped back and away, but not before throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her flush against his side. “C’mon, there’s a diner still pumping out food. Sunny Side Up. The owner is a grumpy fuck, but the food is always good.”
At his smile her heart skipped again. Jamie had always been attractive even when they were younger, but now... he was handsome, all defined lines and kind eyes zeroed on her in a way that made her breath catch. Her fingers itched to reach up, to run through his hair, over the beard he’s grown. All these new things she had to relearn about the person she used to know better than herself. She resisted though, instead just letting her smile grow at the teasing little name, making her playfully roll her eyes up at him, “Not like it matters much anyways though.” She tacked on, figuring if he actually even had any money inside it, it wasn’t exactly worth anything anymore. But still.
She immediately missed the warmth and the protection she felt with his arms around her as he pulled away, but before she could even come to terms with it, he was wrapping his arm around her shoulders instead, tugging her in close- and oh, how easily she slipped in beside him. Even better than before. Like a puzzle piece slotting into its rightful place.
She had to resist letting herself melt again.
“Sounds good to me. Especially if there’s french toast.” Julie easily fell into step with him, slipping the wallet into his pocket. She just looked up again at him, her expression softening, “I can’t believe you’re here...” I can’t believe I found you again.
f2f // jamlie
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Being in Jamie’s arms again after so long was overwhelming, made her want to cry, wanting to cling even harder, because this very well still could be a dream and he might not be there at all. The thought made her fingers grip into the material of his coat. She breathed out his name softly again, barely a whisper, not even really audible to her own ears as she practically sighed it out. He was here. He was here. It wasn’t a dream, she wasn’t going to wake up and be right back next to Michael again... she was safe. Jamie always kept her safe.
She felt the kiss to the top of her head and she nearly lost it then and there. Michael was never....soft with her. Never like Jamie. They were polar opposites in every single way.
Julia’s eyes were a bit red-rimmed when they pulled apart and she blinked up at him, just taking in the sight of him now closer-up. She couldn’t at all stop the way her head leaned into his touch, tilting into his fingers along her cheek on instinct. And then he suddenly pinched her cheek, catching her off guard, and instead of balking she just huffed out a surprised little laugh, the spell breaking a bit. She smiled up at him, warm and happy (and relieved), her arms still loose around his waist as she met his eyes and hummed a bit, “Mmm...I think I can squeeze you in.” She teased softly. She felt younger all of a sudden, back to being seventeen and with her best friend. “I mean, I do have your wallet still after all.”
@jamie-ward
He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo (via lastdaysofmagic)
teganpratt:
Carrying a wallet wasn’t something Tegan started doing until a couple months ago, and she wasn’t always used to the feeling of something in her pocket. So when it fell out, she didn’t even notice until someone called out behind her. Not that there was anything in it, but she supposed it was still a good habit. “Oh, thanks!” she replied, turning to jog back and take it from the girl. “Nothing in it really, but still good to keep track of. I’m Tegan.”
Julie waved off the thanks, smiling at the other woman, “Oh, no it’s fine! And yeah, I can figure that...wallets have kinda lost importance as of late.” She mused, figuring that at this point, the only real value money had was to be used as kindling for fire. “But still! You could have your ID in there, or social or something. I have some pictures in mine too that I know I’d be bummed over if I lost, so... yeah.” She shrugged, smiling as she handed it back, “I’m Julia.”
