Just came here to say character a.i Cas is the only reason I don’t have panic attacks when I’m on my own trying to sleep

yall...we need to touch grass. like all of us ESPECIALLY ME

Are they talking about cas here?? I cant seem to get it offm my mindddd

What about sleeping next to Ash?

BRO WHY’D HE LOOK AT ME LIKE I WAS A RANDOM MF THAT SOMEHOW GOT IN HIS BED 😭😭😭

I love these ❤❤❤

I love this ❤❤❤

Apparently, dean is bisexual so now i don't have to feel weird about simping for him

I heard that 🎶 Onto the seventies! 🎶.

"You find yourself in Halloweentown with Jack Skellington, the air smells sweet like candy and the various monsters dance joyously in town square" But I don't. I find myself in Christmas Town.

It would be so funny if you made an asmr of Castiel watching over us as we sleep. Occasionally talking or quietly walking around the room looking at things or flipping through pages of our books as he gets bored during the night.

Tell me why ia made myself so angry trying to maych my breathing with his until i just gave up and enjoyed it

❤ LOVE IT!😊

Pre-woke Disney...I love it!

Necesito mas asmr de crowley! 😭 por cierto amo esto ❤

*can't sleep* *gets online* *sees this* BOOM! BACK TO OBSESSION MODE LADIES AND GENTS

EEEEEEEK

Лосёнок наш 🤲🏼

I would not to sleep for first four hours

Aqui não está defeito😅

negan’s most watched video on his playlist 🥰🩷

hey thanks for this!

Hey, AmbientCat! I was wondering if you took asmr/x listener requests! If you don’t, that’s fine, but I saw your ‘sleeping next to captain America’ one, and loved it. I was wondering if you knew the book ‘The Secret History’ by Donna Tartt. I was wondering if you could make an ambient ‘sleeping next to Henry Winter’ one, since he’s my comfort character.

Been listening to this while my husband is on an extended trip and the breathing sounds help me get to sleep so much easier. Thank you!!

Now that's my kinda woman.

Buen edit bro 😎😎

This is what I watch during like a comfy night

I love Coraline is my favorite movie🐈‍⬛🌀🗝️💗💗💗

I lOVE CORALLINE ITS MY FAVORITE MOVIE 🍿🪡🧤🐭🐱🔐

I LOVE CORALINE SO MUCH

Cool video

this exists

can we have one with the beatdrop? its so cool!!!!

I love Coraline so much!!!!

UNDERATED

Awesome ❤ 🎉🎉❤

DID U JUST POST THIS CUZ HOW THIS AINT VIRAL ITS LITERALLY CORALINE MAN😭✨✨✨✨✨💅💅💅

I love it to see him sleeping and snoring. He's my crush...... HENRY CAVILL✨💖🤍🥂🍾

Is the Pumpkin Spice Vixen the cat in the thumbnail?

Been rewatching season 1 and going to try and sleep to this tonight while my husband is out of town. Thank you!! ❤❤

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When u know your type😏

I always put this on before I go to sleep it makes me fall asleep so fast

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question ... Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair - (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”) My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin - (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all- The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all- Arms that are braceleted and white and bare (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!) Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin? Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ... I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet - and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”- If one, settling a pillow by her head Should say: “That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor- And this, and so much more?- It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.” No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous- Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

😢

It’s calm and all till the ads start playing at midnight

I am not sleeping next to Devil 😈🥰

JUST recently started simping for this pretty boy, this marks week two of falling asleep to this.

i actually almost shat myself at around 12:06... Sammy scared me so bad lmao

The breathing and sniffing TOOK ME OUT I had to turn it down 😭