#sleeeeeeeeep

[friendlyghostsandmonsters]

Alright. Going to sleep at 12:45 AM today. Sleeping early. Gonna wake up at 6 cuz I have 3 assignments due at 10.

[confusedgeorgia]

hehehe that’s so nice!!! i’m doing goodddddd! lazy day for me cuz someone was dumb and pulled an all nighter 🙂‍↕️

glad ur goooood heheheh BUT early night tonight boo 🫵🫵🫵🫵

[tired-bee]

What is sleep if not Death serenading the body like a lover chained to another?

[i-am-catboi-snom]

cc owo)_____\ reblog if you should have gone to bed hours ago.

[splynter]

I saw that like, Glitchy. You better be going to bed soon = 3=

[verfound]

FIC: Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days: Day Four, Loop Three: Chocolate (MLB/Lukanette)

Notes: Shout out to all the lovelies in the Lovebugs & Snakecharmers Discord for brainstorming this one with me – they saved y’all from a bumbling Marinette deadass asking Luka, “How’s your penis?!”  (Sorry about the missed update: I got out of class late Tuesday night, then hit night construction coming home – there was no mental function for a quick proof & post.  And late again tonight because, "Oh, Ver, you have to make cupcakes for the coworker that's leaving Friday because you offered even though you said you might not have time so now  you HAVE to!"  Y'all I have SINNED.  Ms. F's getting a box mix.  A doctored box mix, but still box.)  Look for a double update this weekend to make up for it.)

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Four, Loop Three: Chocolate

Marinette woke up knowing something was off.

She could feel it in the pounding of her head.  She could hear it in the happy Parisians shouting their morning greetings on the street below.  She could smell it in the scent of fresh bread mixed with candy apples wafting up from the bakery below.  She could see it in her damn phone blaring Friday, 14 February at her in its mocking alarm.  She could remember it in the fluttering of purple-black butterfly wings.

Something was rotten in the city of Paris, and Marinette was starting to think it was – as always – Hawkmoth.

[pitite-xena]

Je comprends pas pourquoi mon corps (ou mon cerveau ?) capte pas que le meilleur moyen d'être moins crevé c'est de dormir ??

Je passe mes journées à demander du calme pour pouvoir me reposer un peu, à être au radar parce que je suis épuisée mais la nuit c'est en mode "Aller j'ai dormi 4h on est LAAAARGES pour tenir toute la journée !"

Guess what? Non on n'est pas larges on est : CLAQUÉS !

Donc là il est 7h, et je sens que je vais me rendormir alors que dans 30 min le réveil va sonner pour préparer Noiraude et l'emmener à l'école. Timing juste parfait !

[folklore--13]

a tale:

sleep

sloop

sluup

sliip

slaap

it's time.