Alarm Clock - Tumblr Posts
So y’all, I walked into my bedroom and my sister was watching miraculous. She is on the ‘Jubilation’ episode. I walked in on the alarm clock scene. And for some reason I’m laughing so hard! I walked in on the creepy baby scene!
I have an alarm on my phone that isn't set to repeat and is usually turned off and it's titled "for emergencies" (so I can tell which one it is without opening the specific settings of each alarm) and the alarm sound is set to caramelldansen
usually I double check my alarm before going to bed but you know what. cannot be bothered. we are collapsing. passing the heck out. catching the train to sleepytown. drifting off at 3000 mph. officially closed for the night. straight up naptiming it out here except it's like. actual night bedtime.
tried to make an addition to the post for my current condition but I am simply too sleepy
usually I double check my alarm before going to bed but you know what. cannot be bothered. we are collapsing. passing the heck out. catching the train to sleepytown. drifting off at 3000 mph. officially closed for the night. straight up naptiming it out here except it's like. actual night bedtime.
Guys…. Guess what I‘ll recieve in a few days….
I was sold as soon as I heard the Zelda monologue 😭
(I took this image from the internet, all rights belong to its respective owners. I don’t own this image.)
I‘m so excited 😆💕💕💕💕
My life right now:
alarm: wake up. me: five more minutes. alarm: you said that five centuries ago. me: sssshhhhhh *hits snooze button repeatedly* five more minutes.
i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand
i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand
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...