#after midnight thoughts

[yukipri]

Do u ever think about how humans would look if we had cat-like skin. As in, skin as baggy and loose as a cat's?? How we would have skin loose enough to connect our elbows to our torsos, how our tummy skin would be loose and wobbly enough to hang to our knees

How someone could grab the skin at the back of our necks and it would stretch like a good foot, and pulling back all that flesh would noticeably distort our faces

What if "cat boy/girl/person" didn't mean human + cat ears + tail, but baggy cat skin

do u ever think about that

#YukiPri rambles #after midnight thoughts #catboy #catgirl #cats #i said i'd begin trying to spew my random thoughts on here instead of the dead bird turned X #u were warned

[greelin]

does boyd holbrook even care that people died because of the corinthian eating ice cream scene

#after midnight thoughts

[smallfry15005]

Imagine: A clairvoyant asking a ghost for directions while their husband who-isn’t-lost-Taylor-don’t-you-dare-use-Google-maps uses the gas station restroom. The gas station attendant keeps looking at them funny but the clairvoyant is too hung over from a cross country road trip with a three hour detour to care. The ghost is thrilled to have someone to talk to.

Problem is, the ghost call-me-Marty won’t stop talking and now the clairvoyant’s husband is back and they need to pretend they didn’t-ask-for-directions-Ted-I-just-have-a-good-feeling-about-turning-left.

Marty hops into the backseat before they pull out of the station and is now teasing their golden retriever.

#Story prompt #silly imagine #After midnight thoughts

[perasperaadastrawriting]

writing excerpt [ballad of empires]

content warning: sadness, implied avoidant of emotions, slightly implied fatigue

“I am fine.”

Words heavy, heart broken in pieces. That was how the woman felt. The dragon in her innermost core was torn between love and hate, wrath and defeat. One day it would crush her. One day her emotions would rule and she would break. But not now. For now she wept in silence, ever so often wiping away a stray tear as she sat alone in the darkness ignoring everyone else. For now she was alone with that burning fire in her core. For now she wept without anyone seeing her tears. For now they did not notice her silently wiped away tears. She was alone and the fire in her soul was the only thing that warmed her. The others were alright. That was all that mattered.

But you matter too, the wounded dragon whispered inside her. She hushed the thoughts with her own. They are fine. That is all what matters.

The dragon grew quiet and instead curled around her innermost core, strengthening its walls and providing a bit of comfort amidst the coldness and heaviness of thoughts and another sleepless night.

#after midnight thoughts #balladofempires #mind ramble

[verytiredbeaver]

My friends, why do I watch scary video, when I know that should I watch scary video I'll be up all night unable to sleep because of the scary contents of scary video

#analog horror #i am a big coward #no lie #after midnight thoughts

[perpetualcynicism]

“May I hold you?” you ask Jing Yuan one afternoon as you lie sun-warmed in his garden. 

You almost think he is asleep until he invites, “Please,” carrying a smile in his voice. 

With ginger movements, you reach over and place your hands on either side of his face. It begins as mere holding, but soon you find your touch roaming. You smooth your fingers over his eyebrows and trace down to each side of his jaw. From here your hands climb up again, and once more back down, mapping out each crevice and dip of his face, his skin, his bone, until you are certain there is no part of him remaining that you do not know better than you know yourself.

You play this game with yourself, sometimes. You imagine people not as people, but as planets. After all, what is a person anyway, if not a world of their own? You trace the ridge of his nose, and imagine there lies a mountain range. Around his eyes you find oceans. Where his cheeks dip, there are valleys, and a river runs between his lips.

“What are you doing?” Jing Yuan asks. There is an element of amusement to his question, but his voice is primarily gentle. Endeared.

You still your hands. They rest on his cheeks while your thumbs brush back and forth over his skin, holding him. Though the world melts back into the familiar shapes of his face, there is still an assured sturdiness to his features which is grounding; a gravity which draws you towards him, as if you were the moon to his planet. Small, perhaps, and bare, but casting light on him wherever you can.

You answer, “I think I’m holding the world in my hands.”

You feel Jing Yuan’s smile through the way his cheeks press into your palms. Two hands cover yours, large and calloused, but gentle, and hold yours securely in place against his face. There is the tender press of lips to your skin as he turns his head enough to kiss the inside of your palm.

You hear Jing Yuan’s smile through the way his words come warm and bright and filled with adoration. You wonder why you thought him a planet, when he is so clearly the sun.

“And I am being held by the universe.”

#i’m sorry i don’t know what this is #it’s past midnight and i needed to get this brainworm out #my thoughts are literally comprised of jing yuan these days and i don’t know how to fix it #enjoy this random and hopefully not-too-pretentiously-written drabble i suppose #(my writing style goes weird after midnight sometimes and i mistake myself for a poet (which i am most certainly not)) #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan

[delta-piscium]

Steddie | 1.7k words it is (swedish) midsummer so I wrote this based on my favorite old tradition because I can and will make anything steddie, so like glad midsommar (happy midsummer)

“What are you doing?” Steve asks as he follows Eddie to the hallway where he’s frantically putting on his shoes. 

“I almost forgot,” he mutters under his breath not acknowledging Steve at all.

“Forgot what?” 

“I can’t believe I almost forgot.” 

“Eddie,” Steve says a little louder, more adamant.

He does look up at Steve then and almost looks surprised to see him. As if he’d forgotten he was there, as if they haven’t been hanging out for hours. 

“Oh,” he says. “Uhm,” he squints at Steve who waits for him to continue, to explain. He doesn’t.

“Yes?” Steve implores because he would really like an explanation. Eddie had just abruptly stood up halfway through telling Steve about some folklore he’s using in his new campaign, just cut himself off mid-sentence and walked off. Steve doesn’t think it’s especially weird or demanding of him to have questions. 

“Did you have other plans that you just now remembered?” Steve frowns, starting to feel unsure when Eddie still isn’t saying anything. It’s just past eleven at night and Steve doesn’t know what plans those would be but he had showed up unannounced earlier in the evening so it’s not impossible that Eddie had plans that Steve interrupted. 

“No, no, no,” Eddie assures him finally breaking his silence, “it’s- okay it’s a little silly but I read this thing researching and I want to try it.” 

And well, okay then.

Steve raises his eyebrows and waves his hand gesturing for Eddie to go on. 

Eddie’s cheeks turn a light pink and he resolutely looks somewhere above Steve’s shoulder instead of at him. 

“Midsummer, which is today, is supposed to be this magical night and there are all these traditions and old myths about it.” 

Eddie glances at Steve and he smiles. Tries to show he’s listening and wants to know whatever thing Eddie read about. 

“And well, okay so there’s this one tradition where you pick seven different kinds of flowers before you go to bed and then put them under your pillow and you’re supposed to dream about who you’re gonna spend your life with.” 

Steve blinks, wasn’t expecting that and doesn’t know what to say about it, so, he blinks again. 

“Maybe it’s dumb, but with all we’ve seen magic and folklore don’t seem so far-fetched and,” he shrugs, “I wanna try. And like, it’s close to midnight and I don’t know if that’s a rule but I don’t wanna risk messing it up.”

“It- huh,” Steve frowns slightly and looks at his shoes then back at Eddie. “Yeah alright, let’s do it. Can’t hurt right?” 

His voice is light, like it’s not a big deal and just a fun thing Eddie read about because that’s what it is, isn’t it? But something about it settles deep in Steve’s gut. Makes it feel important in a way he’s not sure he could explain if he tried. Maybe it’s just the fact that Eddie is getting so worked up about the possibility of dreaming about the person he’s gonna spend his life with when Steve maybe a little bit wishes it would be him, but like, only a little. 

Eddie looks at him with wide eyes like he didn’t expect Steve to want to join, like maybe he expected Steve to make fun of him for wanting to do it. But then something seems to switch in him and a slow smile spreads over his face and he gives Steve an exaggerated once over. 

“Looking to find your true love huh, Harrington?” 

“I thought you said it was the person you spend your life with, not the same as true love necessarily.” Steve quips back because technicalities are easier to argue over than answering that question, especially when Eddie is the one asking.

Eddie shrugs. “Different sources say different things, sometimes it’s true love sometimes it’s who you marry.” 

“Well, then I guess we’re both looking to find our true loves?” Steve hedges, drags Eddie down with him if they’re gonna go there. 

A soft look passes Eddie’s face before a responds, voice quieter. “Guess we are, yeah.” 

They pick their flowers in silence, something about the magic being broken if you speak. Walking around the edge of the woods behind Eddie’s trailer a couple of feet apart, every once in a while coming together or crossing paths. 

After, Steve stands in between Eddie’s trailer and his own car. Holding on to his bouquet of seven flowers unsure what to do. He could go home, he should go home, but he doesn’t want to. He did have some beers hours ago and if he was allowed to speak he’d use that as an excuse to not drive and ask Eddie to crash on his couch. Right now he can’t though so he sighs inwardly and turns to his car. 

He makes it about two steps before a hand reaches out and grips him around his free wrist stopping him. When he turns around Eddie is giving him a look that very clearly says ‘stop being stupid’ and jerks his head towards the trailer silently telling Steve to go with him. He doesn’t let go though and uses his grip on Steve to drag him along like he can’t be sure Steve will actually listen and follow. As if Steve would ever not follow Eddie. 

They quickly get ready for bed. And again when Steve walks toward the couch Eddie grabs him and shakes his head. He waves his arms around a bit like that’s supposed to explain anything but Steve isn’t too bothered about an explanation anyways and easily follows Eddie to his bedroom. 

They’ve shared a bed before but always when they’ve been drunk or high so this feels different. Steve is a little glad they can’t speak or he’s sure he’d blurt out something way too revealing about it all. 

He avoids looking at Eddie as he tucks his flowers in under his pillow, knows Eddie is doing the same next to him. Is aware of it only being an old myth from a region halfway across the world but there’s a weight to it. Something real and tangible. 

He expects it to take a while for him to fall asleep like it always does. For him to twist and turn and lay awake until the early morning. For once though, that doesn’t happen. With the weight of Eddie next to him and to the sounds of his soft breathing and small movements, Steve falls asleep.

And he dreams. He dreams of big brown eyes and bright laughter. Of wild hair and warm arms embracing him. He dreams of growing old next to someone and how every wrinkle on their face tells a story of their shared love. 

He wants to stay in the dream forever, desperately tries to hold onto it even as he floats into consciousness. He turns and groans, gets a mess of someone’s hair in his mouth and nose and that’s enough to startle him into full wakefulness. 

Eddie grumbles next to him, clearly also just waking up. Steve looks at him, with his wild hair and his big brown eyes that are slowly blinking open and of course. Of course, it was Eddie he dreamed about.

Their eyes meet and Eddie freezes. Eyes widening as he looks back at Steve. 

“Oh,” he says. 

And yeah, oh.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, unsure of how to bring it up, to ask about it. If he even should? 

He puts on a teasing smile, even though he feels like goo inside, but making it lighthearted is all he can think of because what if he’s taking this whole thing way too seriously? Jumping to conclusions? 

“Dream of anyone?” 

Eddie nods and looks away, “I did.” He says it simply, voice careful. 

And maybe it isn’t just Steve.

“Who?” He asks, dropping the teasing tone. 

Eddie swallows and looks back at Steve. “The person I wanted to dream of,” he says and it’s not really an answer but he’s looking at Steve so intently he thinks it still might be. 

He thinks about Eddie’s quiet but delighted surprise at Steve wanting to join him yesterday. About Eddie dragging him first into his trailer and then into his bed. How they’re so close on Steve’s side of the bed and Eddie must have drifted towards him in his sleep.

He bites his lip to stop his smile from spreading too wide, there’s still a chance he’s misinterpreting things, “yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And who would that be?” Steve asks, leaning in even closer until he feels Eddie’s small puffs of breath across his face. 

“You,” Eddie whispers but Steve hears it clearly. 

He takes a moment to bask in it, to let it wash over him before he responds.

“That’s good,” Steve tells him eventually and Eddie’s eyes are so wide and open, and so pretty, “because I dreamt of you.” 

He knows it’s cheesy so he doesn’t give Eddie time to respond, just leans in and closes the remaining gap between them. Slots their lips together. Eddie gasps into the kiss, grabs Steve by the hair, and pulls him in. Makes all these cute noises that make Steve want and want and want. 

He shifts, goes to put his leg in between Eddie’s to move on top of him and get a better angle. But he only gets halfway before Eddie grabs his hips and twists them around. Pushes Steve flat on his back and straddles him. 

He grins down at Steve. 

“You think the Scandinavian magic worked or was it just dream psychology and wishful thinking?” 

“Does it matter?” Steve asks, way too earnestly. But like, they’ve just spent this whole time doing some true love magic so he thinks it’s fine, “got what I wanted.” 

“It’s forever though,” Eddie points out, bending down to bite at Steve’s jaw, “if we believe the old Norse people.” 

Steve hears the question there, thinks this might be Eddie’s way of asking what this means to Steve. His way of telling Steve this isn’t just a hookup for him.

“God yeah,” Steve exhales, “I fucking hope so.” 

He feels Eddie smile into his neck and grabs his hair, uses it to pull him back and steer him into another kiss. 

#listen I wrote this today while actively celebrating midsummer during any break i had so lets just hope it makes sense and isn't riddled #with mistakes but if it is i can only apologize... #literally me with anything ever 'but what if it was steddie tho?' like damn del calm down #posting this after midnight tho so just shhh about it okay? ive been busy busy #me: ill work on my wips #also me immediately: *writes something else* #but it was for the occasion so #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dels steddie thoughts #my writing #stranger things #steddie fic

[fluentisonus]

most romantic lotr quotes btw. to me

#<- bc. you know. he's the tree & gimli's the fire #anyways extremely low effort on this bc I started it after midnight & can't be bothered to do it properly but I may as well post it #thoughts #my art #legolas #gimli #gigolas #lotr #tolkien

[mispelled]

I've been meaning to draw this for over a year

#it was my first thought after finding out duncan trussell voices ron james #which was right after watching midnight gospel and finding out pendleton ward worked on it #ron james is actually so important to me but im not gonna lie its 90% because duncan's voice calms me down #thats what you get when you listen to the dtfh podcast to fall asleep every night. i guess #mispelled draws #misp draws #i have been drawing a lot #and maybe normal people would use a queu or whatever but im not a normal people so we're posting as soon as im done drawing it lolll #also background practice with adventure time screenshots is so good #adventure time #adventure time fanart #the midnight gospel #the midnight gospel clancy #clancy gilroy #adventure time ron james #adventure time wizard cops #the midnight gospel fanart #crossover #duncan trussell

[eiraeths]

soap falls in love too early and ghost falls in love too late

#the past midnight thoughts are catching up to me #whoever said don’t listen to your thoughts after midnight was a geinus #unfortunately i am stupid and continue to do it anyway #ghoap #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap x ghost

[moo-blogging]

Nothing in my head but Levi blowing my hair dry.

You took a long shower. It was one of those days when you had to force yourself into the shower. Work had been hard and you were stressed out. It was finally the holiday seasons and your annual leave was approved by your manager. But you had slumped in the house for two days now, you loathed yourself for wasting your annual leaves.

You dug your fingers deep into your oily scalp for the second time. Your hair was a mess but you were determined to freshen up today. After washing your hair three times, shaving and scrubbed yourself down, you stepped out of the bathroom a new person.

Levi was waiting for you with the hairdryer in his hands. "May I give you a blow, my lady?" He smirked. You grinned and nodded.

Levi pulled the stool for you as you sat down at the dressing table. He plugged in the hair dryer and switched it on. The warm air breezed passed you. With a comb, he gently lifted your hair to the nozzle. You did your skincare routine as Levi worked on your hair.

You loved it when Levi tugged your hair like your hairdresser did. Levi learned how to do it by watching your hair getting fixed at the salon. He was a quick learner. He knew you enjoyed a good blow-dry and he was determined to give you that.

When your hair was almost dry, Levi turned the hair dryer off and reached for your hair cream. He applied an ample amount on his palm and rubbed his hands to spread the cream evenly. He ran his fingers into your hair, coating your hair nicely. He then went back to blowing your hair, ensuring every part of your head was dry.

The blow-dry ended with a kiss on your head. "You smell so amazing, Y/n." Levi inhaled your hair. "May I take you out on a date?"

You giggled, "yes, let me get changed."

Levi leaned in and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He whispered, "Can I stay while you change? I can help with the zipper..."

You giggled, knowing full well which dress he was talking about. You knew the date would be special.

#a date with levi #even after getting married he talks you on dates #levi ackerman #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou #levi x y/n #midnight thoughts #levi x you #aot x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi drabbles

[ender1821]

…something about how the lonely witch once up in her tower, shunned by all, is now accompanied by almost everyone in her home

c!Pearl finally got what she would’ve wanted back in Double Life

#pearlescentmoon #i have. so many thoughts just for the character progression of Pearl in the life series after session 2 #something something she’s finally left her tower :) #i must be able to articulate all these thoughts better but its almost midnight and my brain is not functioning #life series spoilers #traffic smp spoilers #secret life spoilers #trafficblr #mcyt

[athena-xox]

Think about Daring not wanting to be the next Prince Charing to SW

I mean this is apples thoughts on her father

Apple’s father stood beside his wife, one hand on his sword hilt, always ready to do battle—though, of course, he’d never actually done any battle. His claim to fame had been falling in love with a comatose girl inside a glass coffin. But he looked so regal with a sword.

Daring loves sparring. Shouldn’t his destiny reflect that? Why would he want to be a trophy husband?

The same could go for Darling not wanting to be a pretty prince(cess) for Apple.

#midnight thoughts #ever after high #eah #daring charming #darling charming #apple white #dapple #dappling #dizzie #no this post has no related to dizzie #but I tagged it anyways #because I was going to make a point #tying this to dizzie #but i decided against it

[pelcrow]

hey did someone lose their priest??? i found this one wandering around crying and asking for an angel????

#sketches #midnight mass #father paul #father paul hill #hamish linklater #i draw these pouty lips all the time and i thought i should give paul a go #the lloyd babygirl pout tm #this bitch making this face after draining a man dry of every drop of blood in his body from his scalp #🥺👉👈

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

sits up in bed. so lana and ema definitely thought they were responsible for edgeworth "choosing death", right?

(the rest of this post was supposed to go in the tags, because it's not very well organised or written, but it got too long so. here are the slightly edited tags for your reading pleasure (or otherwise)):

i was going to make this solely about ema because she's the obvious one with her open adoration of edgeworth, but the thing about rfta is that it goes to great lengths to emphasise the connection between lana and edgeworth as well.

the sl-9 incident showed that lana grows attached to people deeply, hence angel starr's comment on how, when neil marshall died, 'she (lana) felt like her own brother had died.' with edgeworth, i think it was similar but worse. because he's not just a coworker or subordinate who's dear to her. he saved her life. and it cost him his own.

at the beginning of the case, edgeworth says he was mistaken for thinking that lana was always looking out for him post sl-9 (a statement interesting on its own because that's when everyone else says she grew distant), and, later on, he brings ema fingerprinting powder because lana asked him to. then, of course, there's the 'lady luck' comment he makes.

similarly, on lana's side, you obviously have the end of the trial when she says he did well, but there's also that additional moment post-trial where she's the only one to notice — in a group comprising her, ema, phoenix and gumshoe — that he's 'hiding', listening to their conversation. point is, there's enough to suggest that she might have been the nearest thing edgeworth had to a mia; his 'chief prosecutor' to phoenix's plain 'chief'. they're as close as two people can be in a relationship where one of them is constantly lying and the other is von karma's star pupil.

rfta is pretty straightforwardly depicted as the case which solidified edgeworth's resolve to do what he did; i don't think i have to prove that. rumours about him have reached new heights, his car and knife were involved in goodman's murder, he makes an unprecedented mistake in court by failing to connect the evidence room and carpark incidents, thus forcing the chief of police to enter the trial to do so himself, and he's publicly revealed to have relied on falsified evidence to secure a conviction in the sl-9 case, all of which only happened because of lana. jake marshall even claims that from the beginning — that if you trace edgeworth's rumours back to their source, you end up meeting one person: lana skye.

and it gets worse because at the end of rfta, she thinks he's fine!! she literally says, 'i was afraid the pressure would break you, but you rose above it,' and reminds him he's nothing like gant because he's not alone. she leaves the case thinking he will be okay. and then, what, like a week passes, and she finds out that he wasn't, and that he's gone, and it's her fault. even after she was freed from gant's control, even after she had finally stopped lying, she couldn't prevent herself from claiming another life. so much for 'lady luck', i suppose.

and the game reiterates this multiple times. gumshoe states at the start that edgeworth's ties to those higher up in the department have made him the subject of constant rumours, and phoenix says (in front of ema) that he shouldn't be held responsible for the forged evidence because that was all lana's doing, which then leads to edgeworth commenting (again in front of ema) that he feels as though 'something inside him has died.' it all goes back to lana. we can argue and say that it was technically gant's doing that caused all of this, but lana still took actions that led to it. even her complicated friendship with edgeworth isn't spared; it's that closeness between them that exacerbated those rumours. how could she not feel responsible in some way?

and with ema, it's rather obvious, isn't it? if she hadn't gone poking her nose into things, none of this would have happened or come to light. and, of course, she'd never choose anyone over her sister, not for anything in the world — it's simply not a question, but that's the problem, isn't it? it's not a question. it's not some hypothetical moral dilemma. it just is. she may not have killed neil marshall, but she still has one king of prosecutor's blood on her hands. and now she has to live with that. she just. has. to live with it. no matter if he chose otherwise.

moving on from that a little, i think it's actually wild how much of ema's journey to becoming a forensics investigator is paved with bad memories. neil marshall's death and her subsequent inability to testify are what drives her to begin pursuing it, her first proper investigation results in her idol's "death" and when she finally graduates, the person who saved her sister has been disbarred, and she can't even help because she isn't allowed to. all that pain and constant pursuit of her goals, and she's still the same ema skye, still that girl shrouded in darkness, always one step behind the truth, one step a little too late. no wonder she was angry in aa:aj. i would be furious.

#and then like a year later they find out edgeworth's fine and if that happened to me i think i would kill him fr #WKSHDKAHDKS #lana skye #ema skye #miles edgeworth #the skye sisters' relationship with one dramatic depressed prosecutor is something that can be so personal... #ive literally never thought this much about lana or ema ever. they never occupy my thoughts but somehow. #everyone else: man edgeworth's vanishing must have had a real impact on franziska and phoenix. me: what about these 2 side characters who #technically only appeared once in the whole trilogy. in a dlc. what about them. #it's actually so interesting how much lana is set up to be important to edgeworth. phoenix even says she reminds him of mia and when i #first read that i was like ??? bc of the scarf? there's more to mia than a scard phoenix. but then you pay attention to how she interacts #with edgeworth and it's like oh. i see it now. and then she disappears forever. #mind you i dont think she or ema were like. destroyed by the news of edgeworth's supposed passing. not in the way phoenix was anyway. #for better or worse both lana and ema are shown to have a tight hold over themselves emotionally speaking. lana keeps a lid on them for #years and ema is told she might have killed neil by accident and is functional after a brief faint and recess. like those women are strong. #but i do think it would have had a deep impact regardless of how well they were able to cope. like i've said i dont see how it wouldnt. #anyway this concludes my rfta moment. time to go back to being unable to say a thing about susato-san even though she occupies my every #waking moment. if you read all this ily <3 #it's also past midnight so if this is all a bit everywhere im sorry

[fluentisonus]

it's been said (I've said this) but one of my very favorite things about legolas & gimli is the amount of privacy afforded them by the story (or maybe they afford themselves) -- the descriptions of them are largely external with few exceptions, which means that most of the most important moments between them happen either entirely off-page (e.g. all the time they spend walking in lothlorien together becoming friends; the time they spend in the glittering caves or fangorn, where we only ever see them go in or come back; the whole sequence of legolas hearing the gulls as they come to the anduin; etc etc) or told from an outsider pov, with no insight into their feelings themselves, only the things they say and do. and there's things they say and do that they've clearly discussed, but we never see it. and this means that there's this whole quiet, two-person construction of an incredibly deep relationship that will last them the rest of their lives happening sort of between the text, with us only catching glimpses of it. it's just between the two of them to the extent that the narration let alone the reader itself isn't privy to it.

#idk I'm not phrasing it as clearly as I'd like it's after midnight but like. ough #thoughts #tolkien #gigolas