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]

Gussy it up any way you want to, that still don't change the fact that I'd be wearin' stickers.

[nostalgiabomb]

Which is why I suggested the pine tree, first.

[ He waves toward McCree. ]

It'd be a nice, outdoorsy look.

[twelveoclock]

[ He's quiet for a beat, then, ]

Y'know, I've had a lot of bizarre conversations in my day, but this one is pretty out there.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He offers a bright, little hum and flashes a smile. ]

Just wait till you get that translation implant.

[twelveoclock]

Oh boy. Just what am I gettin' into here?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes a scoffing noise. ]

I refuse to ruin the surprise. But whatever you do? Once we get that thing installed, you have to talk to Drax.

[twelveoclock]

[ He raises his eyebrows ] Why is it I feel like you're settin' me up for somethin'?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He ignores the question, turning a little where he sits to level a solemn stare at McCree.

Insistently, ] You have to.

[twelveoclock]

It's not like I ain't gonna talk to him. I just don't wanna get my ass kicked for my troubles.

[nostalgiabomb]

He won't kick your ass.

[ ... well, actually. A pause, as he turns the words over in his head, then, ]

I mean, I'll be there, so he probably won't kick your ass.

[twelveoclock]

[ He gives Peter a flat look. ] You’re not exactly the best at bein’ reassurin’.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Hesitantly, almost awkwardly, ] Look, I didn’t wanna be the one to tell you this? But this is, like, the second or third time you’ve said that, and you keep putting in a “not” when you mean the opposite.

“I’m exactly the best at being reassuring.” Pretty sure that’s what you meant to say.

[twelveoclock]

[ His eyebrows go up, expression shifting into something almost sympathetic as he rests a hand on Peter’s shoulder. ] Quill, I don’t know how ta tell ya this but… when I say you’re not, I mean you’re not.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He wrinkles his nose in distaste, shrugging off McCree’s hand. ]

See? You did it again just there. I mean, I’m not judging, but that’s gonna get confusing real fast.

[twelveoclock]

[ He gives Peter a light shove. ]

Seriously, that walkman is the only reason you ain’t goin’ in the water right now.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs a little, lifting the tape player in question like lifting a glass in toast. ]

Well, the Walkman and I thank you for it. You’ll just have to imagine me soaking wet, in the meantime.

[twelveoclock]

[ Peter pls, you just want him to imagine you soaking wet. ]

I get ya one’a these days. Just wait.

What are ya listenin’ to, anyway?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He turns the dial to raise the volume on his tape player, and the song becomes audible over the headphones hanging from his neck. ]

“Spirit in the Sky.” Norman Greenbaum.

[ — which isn’t the question McCree was actually asking, he knows. He wrestles with his answer for a second before fixing his gaze on his lap. ]

Old mix tape my mom put it together. Her favorite songs from when she was a kid.

[twelveoclock]

[ He hums a little in recognition as the song becomes audible. It’s familiar, though only vaguely so. McCree has a pretty specific taste in music, but that song kind of bridges the gap a little. He sure wasn’t expecting Peter to elaborate, and the sharpshooter casts a glance his way when he does. That admission feels significant, especially given how much Peter didn’t want McCree poking around the details of his past.

He knows better than to draw attention to it, and instead lays back, letting his feet dangle off the pier as he rests his arms behind his head. His gaze stays fixes on the sky. ]

Mighty nice.

[ Whether he’s talking about the music or the view is anyone’s guess. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter assumes he means the music, which is why he huffs out a laugh. Still, he doesn’t lift his eyes, instead picking at some crease in his pants leg. ]

Glad you think so. I’ve been told I play my music too much, so I guess you should mentally prep for that. Or maybe invest in some ear plugs.

[twelveoclock]

[ He glances over at what he can see of Peter’s back from this angle, letting out a soft chuckle and stream of smoke all in one. ]

Well, I’ll warn ya now. I’m liable t’start singin’ along once I learn the lyrics.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Another laugh, and he casts a quick smile over his shoulder, back at McCree. ]

Good. You can join the club, then. It’ll basically be you and me, and everyone else when they think no one’s listening.

[twelveoclock]

[ That draws more of a laugh out of him. ] Works for me. I’d hate ta be beltin’ out a tune all by my lonesome.

[nostalgiabomb]

Oh, no, you’re definitely gonna be the only one out of tune. We’ve all got voices like an angelic choir.

[twelveoclock]

Hey now. I got a lovely singin’ voice.