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Poem: Summer Sun
I first felt that I had woken up
When I looked into your wide eyes
That seemed, to me, to glow
As warmly as the summer sun
Shining from its highest point
On the clearest possible afternoon.
j.p
Radioactive: This song has spoken to me since the first time I heard it. I recall those long hours in nuclear imaging, getting scanned. But it took a pounding heart and terrified dreams to realize, I am waking up again. I can't really say it's fun, but it is a good thing. "I'm waking up. I feel it in my bones!" Listening to "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons.
I woke up very hungry Hungry Man Monster Muscle On here. Now!!!! At least 2 in my room I want! Need ! Desire It's desperate when I wake up. And I do not have my monster's muscles The horse power to love, suck .... He was hungry. Hunger for love. Of muscles From you my macho horse
Freedom
I’d put in my time, followed every exercise, modified my diet, changed my schedule, altered my social life. Anything it took to get the body I wanted.
Anything.
I worked till my muscles were sore. I pressed until I was ready to drop dead. Eventually, my body just went sort of ... numb. Then I’d push it to the next limit, and my body would ache again. I learned to love that ache. I yearned for it. Whatever it took to carve my body into that perfect bodybuilder shape.
I’d look into a mirror to check my progress, and I would laugh. I used to motivate myself with speeches or the occasional affirmation. Eventually, those would shorten to a few words. Then grunts and growls. I would flex and watch the veins rise from my skin, then bare my teeth. It became about power, strength. The bigger I got, the better the high.
I wanted, needed more. I was willing to do anything.
And then I found it. You’ve heard of Fight Club. Well, this place follows the same premise. A friend, ... well, more like a packmate, really, showed me where to go. Sort of an exclusive club, he’d said. A place where we could really beast out.
I’ll tell you what, that place taught me the meaning of being a big fish from a small pond swimming to the ocean. The men there worked with only one thing on their minds, getting as big as they could possibly get. This “friend” introduced me to the system. All I had to do was work out as hard as I could and grow as big as possible. Cameras would cover everything I did, but sacrificing my privacy seemed a small price to pay for the promise of greater gains.
The place was run almost like a kennel or a prison yard. I’d get my own cell with a twin long bed and a connecting bathroom. A thick metal plate door provided the entrance to my own private gym for the days I wanted to work alone. The walls were lined with mirrors, so I could watch myself grow.
There were only a few rules in the place. No fighting among the builders, and make sure to be in the cells again by lock-up. Meals were provided to us, and we were instructed to finish every piece of them. Sports drink powders and formulas of every kind were available for us to use. I can still recall that incredible sensation of gulping a whole bottle full without breaking a sweat and getting back to work.
The highs I got from those pumps, the sheer power and rush of endorphins. I’d never felt anything like it.
The first few days were a struggle. I had to prove myself to the rest of the workers, show them I was serious about making the gains. It took time to get to their level, but I was determined. The music helped. They’d play things over the speakers. I’m not sure what they were, but they got me riled up every day. That music filled my ears and I was awake like that. It set my pace for morning prep. I showered to it, brushed my teeth to it, got changed to it. Then the track would change, the locks on the doors would disengage, and I would file out to join the others.
Half the time, I couldn’t even recall what food got put in front of me during my workouts. I just wolfed it down and got back to work. I became a creature of habit. I grew as large as the others, and I reveled in that fact. The thought of steroids did cross my mind, but I found no negative effects, whatsoever. No mood swings, no frailties, and best of all, no *ahem* shrinking body parts.
Someone would take my clothes and clean them for me, then return them again. It was a continuous process. I’m still not sure how the laundry crews kept everything straight, but they did. Not that it really mattered, once I shredded out of my old clothes. Once that happened, I really became one of the pack. I got my own set of gym clothes and shoes, just like the rest of the guys. And the bigger I got, the less my shirts seemed to cover. To this day, I still prefer tanktops to anything else. But can you really blame me for wanting to show all this off?
Anyway, you know that numb feeling I mentioned before with my body? Well, the brain sort of functions the same way. If you do the same thing long enough, it’s sort of gonna get bored and shut off, because there’s no stimulation for it, or at least minimal stimulation. That’s the best way I can describe what happened. My brain decided to switch off for a while. It went numb, and my muscles did all the work for me.
I don’t know how long it lasted, really. I just know that when I came to myself, I was this giant of a man with a masculine beard and a perfectly sculpted body. I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. I had everything I wanted, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a different desire. I wanted to show off. I wanted to actually interact with friends, family, people.
You’d think the men at this facility should have counted, but they don’t. They didn’t. Not because I worked with them every day, but because they function on a different level. Their brains were numb, like mine had been. I still remember when I chose to leave. And you know the funny part? The door was never locked. I tested them. None of them were, not really. Maybe they were engaged just before wake-up or something, but it seemed that was all part of the training regimen.
I’d approach a cell and I’d see what, for all intents and purposes, was an animal. Some would ignore me in favor of flexing or sleep. Others would come to the door and glower at me, as if I were some sort of threat. Half the time, I felt my body want to rise to the challenge. But I didn’t want that. Not anymore.
I’d gotten what I wanted. I still remember the shock on the attendant’s face when I approached the stairs that led to the exit.
“They won’t accept you out there, you know. You’ll just be another mindless meathead to them.”
I hesitated for just a moment, but then calm took its place. I’d done my time. I’d gotten what I wanted. If hypnosis was involved in the club, then I guess my subconscious decided it had had enough. I don’t know. All I do know is I smiled at him and responded, “Then I’ll just have to prove them wrong.”
I’m not a meathead, and I’m not some dumb animal. I was once, probably, during my stay there. But I’m not anymore. I’ve worked hard to show that to everyone I meet, and I’m happy where I stand now. I’m a certified trainer with a steady income and a gym that I love, helping customers that I have great personal relationships with.
Is it hard? Of course it is. I usually work out to blow off steam and let my stress go. But I’ll tell you what, it’s worth it. Every second is worth it.
I’m not some dumb animal. I’m a human being, and I’m glad to be a properly functioning member of society.
Looking back, I’m sure you’re wondering if I would make the same decision to leave again, if I had the chance to go back.
I don’t even have to take the time to wonder about it. I’ve had plenty of time to go over it all.
My answer is yes.
Pavel Fedorov
“What would make someone want to stay in a relationship like that?”
It’s been two years tonight, as of this very moment. Two years since the first time I hated him for a minute.
It took the worst thing that ever happened to me to get me to even consider leaving. And it still took me a year.
I just woke up naturally at 07:30, why would the universe cast such misery upon me?
Now I'll be forced to stay awake for a whole day :']
The only thing I remember from tonight is that I had a dream where a wasp landed on my elbow, and it startled me awake 💀👌
I also remember that, while in this brief moment of dream-panic, I had enough time and care to contemplate whether it was a wasp or a bee.
It was fear.
how i look waking up at 12:30pm
Tasks that take 15 min but 3 hours if you include the agonies
Normal people waking someone up: *call the person's name*
Travis: Lemme touch your face softly...
How da boys wake you up in the mornings, after you spent a night with them in the lair!: (I just woke up groggy, and this came into my cranky tired mind. 🤣)
Leo is usually very patient with you and never makes a single fuss on what you do. You spent a night with him at the lair since you had no other plans. Leo prepares some tea, a scone, and some porridge for you. He walks up to his bed seeing you sleep like an angel. He puts the tray down on a small table next to the bed and He sits on the edge of the bed. Smiles and gently rubs your shoulder whispering for you to wake up. "(Y/N)......(Y/N)......time to wake up....." he keeps rubbing you until you slowly woke up in a groggy state. Your hair is an absolute mess too. Leo couldn't help but just smile. "Good morning" He kisses your cheek and you kinda smile despite looking like a zombie. He sets down the tray of breakfast down in front of you and he pets your head. "You'll need to eat to get that energy up and running. I'll go set up the shower for you." He walks to the bathroom to get your shower ready. You smile being glad you woke up with a gentle soul you love so damn much, and it makes you want to sleep over again and again. 🥰🥰
Raph is always impatient with anything. Especially when his little human waifu like you isn't waking up from her beauty sleep. Raph made bacon and eggs with orange juice for you, and he sets the plate down and tries to wake you up shaking you a little. "Babe. Wake up. Babe.....hey!...." he would try everything but nothing works. That is until he decides to go to donnie's lab and grab some human smelling salts. He comes back with a few packs, and ends up using one. You snore into the smelling salts, and you suddenly jerked yourself awake freaking out. "AHH! Babe! What happened? Is shredder going to kick your sweet ass again?!" Raph calms you down chuckling and he kisses your forehead. "Morning my beautiful cherry popper. Here. Eat up. You're gonna need it." He smiles even though you stared confused not knowing why you woke up, but you shrugged anyway. He brushes your messy hair as you ate and you spend another night with that brute, even if you wake up not knowing how, or why anyway. 😅
Donnie is a patient guy just like his older brother. Seeing you spending a night at the lair on his bed is just so damn adorable to him. His breakfast for ya contains pop tarts, pancakes, and breakfast sausage with coffee just the way you like it. As he puts the tray down and takes out a flute he made. He starts playing that soothing morning music, and you slowly get up. Your vision was a bit blurry until you see your terrapin hubby in full view. You smile as you watch him. As he played, he sees a small blue bird fly by until it got shot by Mikey's BB gun as small blue feathers floated down. Mikey calls out as he saw it. "Sorry bro"! Donnie then finishes playing soon after and he bows. You clap for him and he gives you your breaksfast "good morning my sweet pop tart. Sleep well?" You nodded and he kisses your cheek. You would love to come back and spend another night having a soothing way to wake up. Better than a blasting alarm clock that's for sure. 😊
Mikey is an expert at doing mornings. Spending a night with him would be really fun. But how would he wake you up you may ask? Simple! Romeo and Juliet style! He made breakfast with waffles, eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, your favorite cereal, an omelet, and honey rolls. He even pours two glasses of chocolate milk. He carefully puts the giant trey down, and he smiles seeing you still a sleep. "Oh no. My dearest little juliet is in her slumber of death!" He grabs his chocolate milk and pretends to act. "With a kiss, I die!" He drinks the chocolate milk whole, kiss your lips, and acts like he is dying. "Oh no! I'm dying! No! Suffocating! No! I'm melting! Augh!! Oh! *death noises*" and he hits his head on the cabinet. "Ow!" You immediately wake up, and seeing Mikey on the floor. "Mikey! Are you alright?" He jerks himself up smiling wide "my sweet sleeping beauty has finally awoken! But enough of that, I made you breakfast!" Your eyes widened at the sight of the amount of food he made. You smiled giving him a big hug and kiss. You both ate breakfast and spending more nights with him would be just as fun as the first. 😁
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“Awake”
When I first get up I have roughly no sense of balance.
Meaning I wriggle my way out of bed, stagger towards my slippers.
Slam violently into the wall with my entire left side. Slap my right hand against the doorway and drunkenly stumble in the direction of the bathroom.
It’s worse when there’re shoes left in the little entry hall which is in the way of the bathroom. Or when one of my two dogs’re sleeping in my path.
Somehow I’ve only fallen once, but almost every morning I expect to greet the floor with my face.
The first thing I do every morning (if it can be called that) is brush my teeth. The second thing I do is meme, and then my entire day is gone
can you tell im amazing at waking up to my alarms
