#good rest

[simonoliverseville]

“I’m inching my way out of burnout now.”

“Have been watching some of the show The Middle with Theodore. It’s humorous.”

“We’re also dining on Nutella, which Dave does not buy very often.” 😋

[bethany-sensei]

2021 let us rest challenge

[lebuc]

good rest

* because i slept through a dreamless sleep does it mean when i'm awake my soul won't keep

that my full-fledged wakefulness leaves me unwoke with an impending sentence of sentience unbroke?

i mean, who are kindred culled from the frozen few clothed by the warm sun's emergence from the dew

where billowing clouds won't enshroud unfilled hearts   milling through crowds of misfits & false starts?

what must i give to be one of the few good men who live to upend any conformative-rimmed trend

whether alone or in concert with those of my kind fighting for future misfortunates oft left behind

by extortionists who exhort mass abuse over justice through retorts by the crass refuse who always utter: 'trust us"

while filling their gills, choking with on national treasures usurping the goodwill & meals of good folk beyond measure.

if ‘surely i rise’ attending to ever-bluing skies then verily good rest doest my spirit vitalize. * 11/19 - lebuc - good rest    

[araavos]

dear aaravos, its shoulder pain anon , not anon amymore, with a little update - i took today off work! ut was really really hard for me to do amd i feel very guilty but the pain is horrible and i want to rest. thank you for your encouragement and here is a photo of my healer, my cat , in the process of healing me !

“You needn’t feel guilty at all. Much like your familiar, I too am very pleased with you. I expect you to take full advantage of your opportunity to rest and obey all commands afforded to you by your caretaker~. My best to both of you.”

[touchmycoat]

kinktober: day 14

Day 14: *introspection

Full disclosure, the next kink I think I’m gonna write is consensual non-consent. I wanted to write it tonight but I just lack the energy lmao. So! In the spirit of kink, especially kink as the method of choice for healing from trauma, today’s fill is just a short rumination on needs.

(this will also probably be the prelude to the consensual non-consent; I don’t think there’s really any content warning here though)

The rhymes and rhythms have almost all fallen into place.

They didn't always have access to a ship; Sabo could requisition all manners of strange transport options from the RA, and Ace and Marco still traveled faster via Striker. They've gotten into the habit of meeting on islands with inns, or at least islands without extreme weather. Time together was precious, full of needs and the needs of needs. Sometimes that meant rope, so Ace started to always bring rope. Sometimes that meant chains, so if one of them could scrounge up some metal before meeting, they would always make it work.

Sometimes that meant ropes and chains but they still weren't enough. They all had days like that, frankly, when the fire got under their skin. Marco knew the symptoms best in himself, when loss creeped in at the edges of his dreams. His hands and tongue would gain a desperate edge that Ace and Sabo frequently indulged, knowing he just needed to ground himself in their pleasure (all while knocking away attempts at returning the favor) and get it out of his system. The times that they didn't indulge him though were often just as good; you don't want to lose us? Then lie back, lie back and just take it.

Ace was less predictable, brilliant with a flurry of moods and the beautiful willingness to trust them, all three of them, in this configuration of mutual healing. He came to them with all sorts of ideas, some complementary, some contradicting. When self-doubt hollowed him out, for example, Ace might ask to be whipped back into shape, push and push his body with so much pain that when he came out of the other side whole, he could find satisfaction again in corporeality. On another night though, he might just as easily ask to be worshipped and caressed. He might drape himself over Marco's lap and pout until he got a lavish full-body lickdown, drinking in the way Marco mouthed so ardently at his dirtiest places. He might slip on satin and sprawl back on a bed, his full body of freckles disappearing into the pretty pink flush that painted his skin when Sabo began working him with fingers and murmuring compliments. When it came to Ace and his eager variety of interests, Marco thought there was really nothing more beautiful than the way Ace could, at the end, sigh all the tension out of his back and resettle into his (lovely) body.

Marco thought he had Sabo figured out.

Not in the total and significant way Ace had Sabo figured out—Marco didn't think he'd ever match that soul bond they've got, no matter how hard he tried, which was honestly fine, he was happy enough being present to witness it, to be in proximity to it, but that's a digression—but Marco understood the basic equations at play. Sabo's ghost-hunting weapon of choice was violence, physical or verbal. Agitated Sabo plus ropes equaled calmer Sabo. Angry Sabo plus chains equaled happier Sabo.

He didn't think there was another equation past the chains. He really should've.

[goodrestalmohadas]

[ines-silva-tantramassage]

Rest is essential for the body to relax and absorb nutrients from what is eaten and drunk.

[seabvnnny]

insomnia