Waking Up - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Don’t walk away, don’t roll your eyes // They say love is pain // Well darling, let’s hurt tonight
Love this OneRepublic song. This is their current single, from Oh My My! Ryan Tedder is so talented in so many different ways; singing, songwriting, producing; and this song showcases all of that talent so beautifully. He sounds absolutely flawless in every note, and I love these lyrics so much.
Egypt says rise & shine & get that good morning stretch in everyone!
Warmth
Day 5: 100 word Drabble
Dean x gn!reader
Summary: waking up next to Dean
A/n: I know I haven’t posted in ages. Apologies, I’m doing my masters, and it’s incredibly stressful. Hopefully I can write a little more in the next semester. But today, I was bored in a seminar, so you’re welcome 😂
Word count: 101
Waking up next to Dean wasn’t something new. But it was something y/n, looked forward to everyday. The warmth of his toned chest against their back, the way he had his arm lazily thrown across them, pinning them to the bed (Not that they’d ever want to move). The soft little breathes he released as he slept peacefully along side them, the way his nose was peppered with freckles. Everything about waking up next to Dean was dream worthy. They might never be able to have the apple pie life, but to y/n, everything they wanted was right in front of them.
Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
don't say I woked up say:
I have risen from by diary battle against the forces of darkness and the strong grip of death once more .
The storm is over. You have healed.
- Time to wake up and fall in love again with life
OneRepublic - Everybody Loves Me
Imagine if someone made a meditation video that was like 8 hours long so people would fall asleep to it, but then a few hours in Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up started playing so you'd wake up in the middle of the night just to be rickrolled.
Alarm Clock, chapter one
Perfection meets Perfectionist #3 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: well, well, well. isn't it the purpose of this whole account. This is the beginning plot of the story in mind. Very dramatic. Little storyline events. Enjoy!
Chapter One
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The alarm clock tuned in for another long, painful try of annoyance. The dead weight hidden under the blanket and crinkled sheets groaned, hanging onto the dream they had as long as possible. It seemed that the alarm clock huffed a little at the sorry state of the bed. The bed, single sized, laid someone who should be getting up right about now. They have been late once already, which is something out of the ordinary for their auto-pilot life. And here they were, blocking out their alarm clock in a fetal position. Cradling their arms around their chest, protective walls bracing for impact of the cruel world. If the alarm clock had a mind of its own, it would be disappointed; but since it doesn't, their last attempt of waking the sleeping mess was changing the radio channel. There wasn't any particular reason why Etta liked the radio channel that the alarm clock was set in, 'it is better than having the chance of catching that one song playing'. Hallow and empty emotions echoed at the back of their mind, it was distant. Good. But obviously, they have forgotten that they have programmed the alarm clock into flipping through radio channels to annoy Etta into getting up.
Their song played.
"The way you text I rather dig my grave…" Etta, white as a ghost, sat upright in protest of their throbbing head. "..Because I never knew what was so cliche…" The sorrowful tune mockingly danced around their head as Etta tried to picture out their surroundings. "..About you blaming me for all the things I've done…" Eyes drawn immediately to the sudden bright light-- their phone went off the third time. 'It's probably February.' Etta groaned once more at the thought of going to work. "..Baby can't you see you're the reason why I can't breathe…" They knew they were late, and they knew that February wouldn't be pleased, either. But there is only so much you can worry about when your head is being split in two. "I love you! I love you!" Etta couldn't take anymore of that song.
Reaching out to their nightstand, they slammed their clenched fist hard on top of the pitiful alarm clock. As if the alarm clock knew it had the upper hand, it was stubborn and didn't break from the sheer force of its owner. "And my best friends are gonna cry, they don't understand what it's like…"
Etta swore slightly under their breath, half tempted in throwing the alarm clock out the window. 'Dropping from the window's height, the alarm clock could probably kill someone.' Etta rolled their eyes in the thought of getting done by using their alarm clock as a murdering weapon. "..To love someone so cold…" Etta dived down, "I think someone is caging me up again…" elbows rubbing hard onto the grey carpet, "..I wonder what phrase will trigger it…" their body positioned ready to do butterfly strokes.
"..Girl I'm sorry but I've got to go…" Desperate. Thirsty for water after days of neglect. Reaching out to the power plug like Etta's carpet was quick sand. As if the sunshine seeping through the curtains was a blazing fireball; threatening to burn them alive. "..This time I'll leave you without no note-" The alarm clock never saw it coming, how can a body of sadness move so swiftly?
'I win.'
Etta raised the power plug into the air, triumphed by their success. Warm and calming silence hugged Etta's ears, making Etta sigh out in relief and pure joy for a moment. It felt like freedom, for a long standing second.
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To be continued...
Just woken up in the best way possible. My older brother woke me up by telling me we were going to watch supernatural.
I finished supernatural, but I still have the itch to watch it, so this is the best solution I can find.
I went to wake my other brother up so we could watch supernatural, and so I went into his bed (it wakes him up) and then he told me "get out you bitch" and I saw an opportunity so I got out and said "okay jerk." And then my older brother said (by the way my brothers are still on season one episode three) "get up you assbutt"
And I had to tell our mom (she got us into supernatural) and she laughed and said that she raised us right.
i woke up at 05:56. rolled over to reevaluate my decision of whether to wake up. rolled Back over and it was 06:56