insomnia meme

[sockerballs]

the i n s o m n i a meme

It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they? i n s t r u c t i o n s • Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject). • Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10. • Have fun! o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet. 02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops. 03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it. 04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them... 05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort. 06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help? 07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on. 08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them. 09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you. 10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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[twelveoclock]

I guess at the very least I oughta thank ya for not leavin' me on the moon.

[nostalgiabomb]

Well, I wouldn't put it past your buddies to track us down through six systems for harming even the tiniest hair on your head, so—

[ He shrugs. ]

Welcome.

[twelveoclock]

[ He laughs at that. ] Yer overestimatin’ just how much they care about every little hair on my head, but it’s appreciated all the same.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter’s not too well-versed on the dynamics between McCree and his team, so he lets the topic lie. ]

I guess what I’m askin’ is, how long do you actually plan on sticking it out? ‘Cause I gotta figure you’ll want to set an end date to this.

[twelveoclock]

[ He shrugs, considering the horizon a moment. ] I figure there’s way too much out there t’see for this to be a short trip. I also reckon comin’ back here ain’t exactly easy. So I guess the real question is, once we leave, how long until you’re willin’ ta come back?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Under different circumstances, the phrasing would’ve slipped his notice. As it is, with his mind already running circles around his issues with his home planet and all the loose ends he left untied, he might read a little too much into it. He turns a little, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. ]

Why’d you say it like that? Like I’m not willing?

[twelveoclock]

Easy. [ He raises his hands a little. ] I meant nothin’ by it. I just get the impression that Earth is kinda outa the way for you folks, is all.

[ He hasn’t broached the topic of Peter’s past beyond the one time, and he’s sure not about to start it up again now. It was made abundantly clear that he went poking his nose into some very sensitive topics, and it’s not his style to harp on that kind of thing. Live and let live and all that. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He stares at McCree for a breath longer before huffing out a sigh, gaze darting back to the waves. Admittedly, he tipped his hand a little too much there, and his mind scrambles for a change of topic. ]

Your buddy, Winston. Don’t suppose he’s been working on a way for us to communicate, once we ship off?

[twelveoclock]

[ That subject change was as clunky as they come, but he lets it pass without comment. ]

He’s been workin’ on some things, yeah. I think he’s actually kinda excited to have a new project.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He breathes out a laugh. ]

I’m guessin’ projects for him must be few and far between, what with your bosses not technically existing and all.

[twelveoclock]

He keeps himself busy, buildin’ weapons and shields and keepin’ Lena in this time period. I guess it’s just nice ta have somethin’ new.

[nostalgiabomb]

Well, hopefully he can come up with something solid. Space carrier pigeons cost an arm and a leg to rent out.

[twelveoclock]

And I only got one arm left. [ He chuckles a little. ] I’m sure he’ll get it locked down.

By the way, if you’re havin’ second thoughts about havin’ me along, all you gotta do is say so. I don’t wanna force myself on you any more than you wanna force me ta go. If it works out, great, if not, nobody’s gonna be heartbroke over it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He waves a hand dismissively. ]

It’s not havin’ you with us that I’m worried about, cigar-stench and ash-littering aside.

[ A beat. Then, hastily, ] Not that I’m worried about anything in the first place, that is. Just— you know. I like having the terms in front of me. Fewer surprised, that way.

[twelveoclock]

Aw. You that attached t’me already? I’m touched. [ He flashes Peter a crooked, toothy grin, before he settles back again. ]

Alright, so give it to me straight, then. How long are y’all willin’ to put me up? If you don’t really have a limit, that’s fine. I just wanna know before we work out any timeframes.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out a sharp breath between his teeth, rolling his eyes in response to that smile. ]

I dunno. ‘S long as you want, I guess, so long as it works out for everyone. [ That is to say, “as long as no one’s tearing out anyone’s throat.” ] I mean— I dunno. Months? Half a year?

[twelveoclock]

[ He considers that a moment, leaning back to rest his weight on his hands. A trail of smoke curls lazily upward from his mouth as he does. ]

I was kinda thinkin’ around a year, personally, but half ain’t bad either.

[nostalgiabomb]

A year? Really? [ And apparently it’s Peter’s turn to be an ass again, because he presses a hand to his chest, fluttering his lashes. He mimics McCree’s accent when he says, ] That attached to me already?

[twelveoclock]

I’m mighty tempted ta just shove ya off the pier for that one, but I don’t wanna hurt your tape player.

[ Though he is grinning, even as he makes the threat, so it’s probably not much of a threat at all. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He casts McCree a knowing sort of look, hand dropping to his lap. ]

This is totally one of those things where a kid would push another kid into a mud puddle ‘cause they didn’t know how to say they liked ‘em, isn’t it?

[ A pause. ]

It totally is.

[twelveoclock]

[ He snorts, and this time he blows a puff of smoke directly at Peter, just to be an ass. ] You got a real active imagination, you know that?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He coughs, grimacing as he waves the smoke away. ]

And you are gonna have to start wearing a pine tree air freshener around your neck, if this is gonna work.

[twelveoclock]

Pass, thanks. I got an image ta maintain, and that’ll really throw a wrench in the works.

[nostalgiabomb]

Compromise, then: scratch and sniff stickers on your poncho.

[twelveoclock]

[ He actually pretends to consider this a moment. ]

Awfully temptin’, but no.