#half-asleep

[wexhappyxfew]

HI SHANNON howsabout "half asleep" for a title? 🥺💕 any other details I'll leave up to you ILY HAVE A GOOD DAY 😍💞

OMG CHLOE! IM SO SORRY I NEVER ANSWERED THIS! i’ve been backed up on answering asks and i’m about to head off to do even more statistics hw (lord help me i’m always doing stats at this point lol!) BUT IVE JUST MANAGED SO TIME AND LET ME TELL YOU — i have MANY MANY IDEAS!

i can picture a title such as half-asleep working out well for a later chapter in landslide specifically! in what is currently updated and up to date is the natia we know but that natia in ‘Half-Asleep’ would arguably be an entirely different one. for reasons, i cant yet say as we have a few major plot points to hit before them....BUT —

By this point in the story we’ve reached Episode 9, and Natia is finally coming to terms with what has occurred in the war so far, leading to an abundance of sleepless nights and days upon days of tripping until bed again that night. She’s only ever really half-asleep at night, her mind constantly working and trying to figure things out. Plenty of times I’ve compared her to this sort of war-machine, never stopping, always running, always working. And by this point in the war, this deep into something like this, she begins to wonder if it’ll stop, if for once the racing in her head will calm down — if for once everything will just stop. And if there’s a point of return.....

[send in a chapter title name or book title name and i’ll take it and put it for a chapter in my fic!]

[pastart]

Half-Asleep

Olivia Bee (2016)

[arbitrarystrawberry]

sometimes i write when i’m half asleep

The stars are only a minor nuisance. Don’t try to talk me out of it. I hold out my hand, but you don’t take it. My eyelids are so heavy. Please don’t leave me here alone. A cup of warm milk, an egg balanced on a spoon. The blanket wraps around me and my limbs are too heavy to push it off. Wet hair like seaweed. Watch out for the silver jaws closing on your fingers. My bag is full of forks and keys and tarnished pieces of jewelry, old as the bones up on the hill. Why is the clock so empty? I fill the air with orange lightning bolts, suspended in mid-air. Leap-- leap, and the strings will lift you up. Coffee scattered on the floor. The tentacles reach for the doorknob. An elephant glows with a strange light, and the island looks deserted. Let me go deep-sea diving, the metal shoes pulling me down, down, the bubbles rising up toward the surface, the sun. You kept sunbeams in your heart, and they burned you. What flavor is this jelly bean? The paper crumples in my hand. A key hung from a red ribbon. Your fingers fly on the piano, and each note you play is a white butterfly. Acorn cap balanced on a windowsill. My thoughts are lines, swirls, dashes, moving and changing behind my eyelids. There is no hand on the velvet, no one feelings its softness. Chapped lips. Hot chocolate. A wind sweeping through, stealing memories and leaving others in their place, ones that don’t belong to you. I can no longer think straight. Somebody, take my hand.

[ponds-of-ink]

I’m half-asleep but…

Chubby William Afton

I wanna draw him again

[your-daily-depressed-teen-blog]

sometimes do you ever just wanna yeet and adopt a pumpkin

[redd956]

If you ever see me post something incredibly unhinged, incoherent, or absolutely illogical, it's probably still me, but half-asleep between nightmares.

Sorry not sorry

[nei-ning]

I had many dreams last night, but these are the only parts I remember:

1. In first dream I went to small second hand shop with mom. There was small, but tall wooden stall which instantly caught my attention. I went to it, spotting 1 fork and 1 knife on the shelf. They were OLD. Like really, really old! They were partly covered with some old “rocks” / ground / dirt etc. but they were made of metal or silver.

From the corner of my right eye, I saw Mister Burns from the Simpsons. He stood there and he knew I was looking at the fork and knife. He then said to me; “They are from 107th century.”

I was fascinated and blown away in a way. I still am, tho!

2. I was venturing outdoors, ending up on this round “dead end” rocky mountain pass / notch. There was a second level where I should had go, but I needed to find a way there.

At some point I got there, only to notice that there was a big person who looked a lot like Gimli, just nicer. He was there with a young man, probably either human or elf. He had spend the night there with this young man (having sex) before they continued their journey. A bit further away from them was a woman, dressed like an elf in a dress and hood, and with her was 2 younger women. Probably humans. They tried to sneak after “Gimli” and the young man, but the oldest woman / elf said with firm voice; “Don’t you even dare to try to follow them.” Girls sighed in disappointed, but obey.

Then I, kind of, woke up... I think? Long story short. In this state I met more or less muscular white man, he was definitely a fighter in an army. I was in his camper which felt very nice, safe and cozy. We were on the bed, both naked, but we hadn’t done anything “naughty”. He told me he had rescued me from 2 men who had attacked me. He told me he was a sniper so he had shot the guys easily. The reason why I was naked was that my dress had been dirty and broken so he had removed it, still being respectful and not touching or staring at me.

We laid there on our sides, facing each other as we talked some more. He was amazingly kind, gentle and understanding man. I have never met anyone like him. He sat up while I kept laying still, now looking at his muscular back.

I told him how much I like his finely muscular body. He grinned at me so kindly, asking me would I like to touch his muscles, offering his arm while showing off his bicep. I sat up, keeping the blanket in front of me to cover myself as I reached to touch his arm. His muscles... weren’t even near as hard as I thought them to be or feel. They were nice and smooth. My hand slid on his bicep, next on his shoulder and then on his back. I really liked to touch him.

I started to talk to him, describe how I felt and how he felt under my touch. He smiled gently again with soft chuckle, asking me what I thought about his face. My focus turned on his high cheek bones, which I absolutely loved. I also loved his strong chin, his strong and thick brows / eye ridges and then...

My focus turned on his eyes as I said; “I really like those deep blue eyes.”

Deep blue eyes. His eyes just... I had never seen anything like them before. The realization of those 3 words combined with his eyes. It made me fill with super strong joy, with super strong excitement! I have NEVER felt like that about anyone’s eyes! I was grinning from ear to ear, I was giggling, I was laughing, I felt like I’m exploding from the inside. So strong, so wonderful, feeling!

He smiled at me, carefully reaching to push my long, thin and black hair behind my ear (note! I DON’T have black hair! I am natural blond who’s hair has start to turn light brown over the years! Plus my hair is short!).

The moment between us lasted long as kept talking. He was straight and honest, so kind and gentle too. I loved to listen to him and... He listened to me too. I never haven’t experience anything like that either. That someone listens to me like he did. It was all new and so wonderful.

We spend a long time together talking until I snapped out of it / woke up for real when my cat was meowing for food, jumping on me.

Here’s pic of the color of his eyes too. Tho it was a bit darker blue because of the shadows, cast by lights in the camper.

12.7.2021

[whiteghost37]

Random thought

Half-asleep and this thought occured to me: I want to write a book like other people play the piano. A moment later I realised that there was a way to do that. Typewriters exist!

I don’t know. It made sense in my half-asleep state. Now I just really want to use a typewriter.