#it’s after midnight somewhere
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something so deeply erotic about laying in between someone’s legs after you’ve gone down and licking your fingers off to taste every last drop in between little kisses to their trembling thighs, hips and tummy… yeah
#eye contact while sucking your fingers after making them cum….. YEAH. Yeah. Yeah#will also lick my fingers off if I suck strap too btw I’m talking any form of going down here#can’t wait to do this next week im vibrating rn#similarly if someone was between my legs and did this I would faint probs#ramblings#lesbian nsft#sapphic nsft#wlw ns/fw#wlw nsft#dyke nsft#it’s after midnight somewhere#nsft lesbian
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somewhere after midnight (s.h.)
Rated: M
Words: 1.2K
Pairing: shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader
Summary: You agree to watch Eri for your older brother Shouta while he's out of the country on a mission. He forgets to tell you about the hot young man—Shinsou Hitoshi—currently living in his basement. Life is full of surprises.
AN: this is a late birthday gift for @southsidewrites <3 part one proper should be posted sometime in the next week, I just really wanted to include this brief scene from Shouta's POV.
Warnings: naked encounters, sorry you're an Aizawa now but blood relation isn't mentioned, part two and three will lean towards smut
Chapters: Prologue | Part One | Part Two| Part Three
Shouta knows he isn’t being subtle as he checks his phone again.
There are dozens of case files spread across the coffee table in front of him. Folders are stacked on top of each other, piled annoyingly high. He’s supposed to be reviewing a series of criminal profiles with varying degrees of redacted text, but by the fifth document he could already feel a headache building behind his eyes. At least, that’s the excuse he’s been giving himself as to why his attention keeps slipping back to his phone, face-up on the table and partly wedged under a folder as thick as his arm.
From the right angle, he can see the newest notification that pops up each time the muffled vibration from his phone cuts through the silence. Even he can tell he’s been a little too interested in the random notifications. Usually, he doesn’t pay any attention to social media, and he has a special ringtone for any messages on the Hero Network, so he’s never been in the habit of checking his messages like a teenager. If he was a student, he would have scolded himself by now.
What’s worse is that he knows that Hizashi has been pretending not to stare at him for the better part of an hour. He’s been sly about it, glancing over the top of his book whenever the phone vibrates and trying to catch a glimpse at whatever notification has popped up, but not sly enough that Shouta hasn’t noticed his increased interest and the stupid smirk on his face that he’s trying to hide.
As if on cue, the phone vibrates again, rattling the folder on top of it. Instinctively, Shouta leans forward to get a better look at the screen. In a bid to seem less suspicious, he grabs his coffee mug off the table and takes a slow drink as he glances at the notification lighting up his phone. It’s from Fwitter.
When did he even set up Fwitter notifications?
On the other side of the coffee table, Hizashi snorts.
Shouta stares over the rim of his mug with what he hopes is the unimpressed glare that usually makes his students shut their mouth before they can shove their foot in it. Unfortunately, Hizashi isn’t one of his students.
“It’s barely been twelve hours,” Hizashi reminds him suddenly. “I bet they’re having an awesome time together, and nothing bad has happened.”
He sets his mug down a little too hard. Coffee sloshes over the rim and drips down the side. “I know,” he grinds out from between his teeth, silently cursing Hizashi for his phrasing. Why would he say it like that? “I’m not worried.”
“I’m just saying. It’s perfectly normal to be nervous about leaving Eri for an extended period of time. This is the first time you’ve been gone for more than forty-eight hours since the adoption went through, right? And just because your sister is totally awesome and will do a fantastic job babysitting, that doesn’t mean you aren’t—”
“I’m not worried,” he says, cutting off Hizashi’s attempt to psychoanalyze him. So what if he’s been keeping an eye on his notifications just in case his sister has a question, or Eri calls because she’s had a nightmare? He’s not paranoid, he’s just being vigilant. He’s a pro hero. It’s his job.
“Sure.”
His phone lights up with another notification, but he forces himself not to look at it. “I’m not.”
“Okay.” The corner of Hizashi’s mouth twitches like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Stop that.”
“I’m not even—”
The phone vibrates suddenly. The stack of paperwork on top of it shakes. Instinctively, Shouta glances at the notification that pops up.
It’s not Fwitter this time.
He barely registers that the little icon next to the notification is the one for his personal messages before the phone is in his hand and he’s swiping to open the text. He scans it quickly, deflating when he sees that it’s nothing important.
According to his sisters, he’s mastered wearing a distinctly apathetic expression, but it must’ve cracked slightly in his haste to grab his phone, because Hizashi puts his book down and leans across the table. “Something wrong?” he asks, craning his head to see the text.
Shouta exits the app and closes his phone before the other man can see anything. “No,” he says as he places it face-down on the coffee table. “It’s just Mindjack.”
“Oh, right! He’s covering your patrol route this week! Anything interesting happen tonight?”
He only bothered to give the report a cursory glance, but it wasn’t long by any means. Hitoshi isn’t exactly known for having long-winded reports, but he is thorough. “If you think a couple of drunks picking a fight in an alley is interesting, sure.”
Hizashi hums. He shifts in his seat, probably reaching for his book again, but pauses. Shouta glances at him and though he notices the funny look on Hizashi’s face, he turns back to the files he’s supposed to be reviewing.
“Speaking of Hitoshi,” starts Hizashi, who waits for Shouta to look at him before he continues, “did you remember to tell your sister about him?”
Shouta freezes in his seat, hand hovering over his coffee mug. He’s pretty sure his eyes widen almost comically as he thinks back to the conversation he had with his sister earlier today. It was brief. He didn’t have a lot of time before he left her with Eri and hopped on the plane for this mission. Did he tell her about Hitoshi? He mentioned studying, bedtime, feeding the cats, emergency contacts…
“Shit.”
With a groan, he leans his head back against the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger. He hasn’t had enough coffee yet to deal with this.
“You didn’t tell her?”
He cracks open one eye to glare at Hizashi, who’s staring back at him in obvious bewilderment. “I forgot.”
“You forgot?” Hizashi’s voice pitches up an octave, making Shouta wince. “She’s going to freak out if she sees some strange man come out of the basement!”
Glancing at his phone, he mulls over his options, considering the time difference and the likelihood of his sister answering the phone. “I’ll call her in the morning,” he decides. Hizashi opens his mouth like he wants to protest, but Shouta cuts him off. “It’s late there. She’s probably already asleep. Besides, chances are they won’t even run into each other. They’ll be fine until tomorrow.”
It’s less than an hour later when Shouta’s phone starts to ring. At some point, he forced himself to stop looking at it every thirty seconds, and he lost track of it beneath all of the files. It takes a moment of shoving folders aside, and by the time he digs his phone out from beneath the mess of papers spread across the table, he’s missed not one, but two calls.
The phone starts vibrating with a third immediately.
It’s his sister.
He sighs. “Shit.”
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"...but the stairs are grand underfoot."
#em draws stuff#rls kidnapped#david balfour#well I just think that the house of shaws ought to be a little bit haunted!#all those curses have got to go Somewhere after all!#and a little while ago I was creeping up the stairs in the dark with a midnight jam sandwich#and the thought 'davie would do this' came into my head. and then I went on a mind journey about whether or not he'd have sandwiches.#mild research + thorts conspiracy board have produced Inconclusive results on whether or not he would have a sandwich in 1750s cramond#as you see his Evening Snack did make it into the image but it got a lot spookier along the way!#fic to go with this To Follow Eventually!!! have been Writing It!
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Midnight Mass | Miniseries (2021), Mike Flanagan
#midnight mass#so i finally watched this#after almost deciding against it#and i have to say that the first two episodes were very intriguing#but then... i don't know#it lost me somewhere along the way#my favourite part remains the fact that ONLY A PRIEST would be eaten by a monster in the desert and think it was as angel of the lord XD#(only an american priest? not sure but anyway XD)#also why was every single character monologuing all the time?#are all mike flanagan shows like this and i never noticed? or is this one particularly egregious?#tv 2024#i made this#i just want a tag for the things i personally put out into the world
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hi!!! i'm exploring this concept by @phosphorus-noodles !!! (there will be. another installment. perhaps. idk. i love this idea it's never going to leave my brain sjdfklsdfj)
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"Are you alright?"
Joel startles, whipping his head around to find- "Lizzie!"
Her smile is as warm as her hand- she slips it into his and gives it a squeeze.
"Now Joel," she says, suddenly serious, "the Mother Tree isn't going to eat you."
Joel sputters. "Wha- I know that!"
"Then why are you looking at her like she is?"
"I'm not," he insists, turning back- his eyes wander up the trunk, all the way to the branches above. He traces winding pathways, tries to commit to memory the way light filters through green leaves and purple petals. His hands are itching to paint.
Or- he squeezes Lizzie's hand before letting go and scratches at his wrist- maybe his hands are just plain itchy.
He sighs. "What do you know about metamorphosis, Lizzie?"
"Oh!" her ear fins perk up- she's the only girl in Mezalea with fins instead of antenna- "that's how Mezaleans get their wings!"
"Right," Joel answers, scratching his other wrist now, "do you know the signs of an oncoming chrysalis?"
"Sickness," Lizzie answers. She steps lightly around him so that they're face to face. She takes his hands in both of hers, "itchiness."
He's shaking. He hadn't noticed.
"Yours is soon?"
He nods- a simple, shaky, jerk of his head, but a nod nonetheless.
She smiles, warm and bright as the sun catching light on the waves of the ocean, "why are you scared of it?"
"S-scared? Who said I was scared?"
"It's written all over your face, Joel."
He swallows, staring down at their hands. His wrists feel like they're on fire- an unfortunate side effect of silk growing in.
"I'm a little scared," he admits, and she lets him go- he's back to scratching. "I'm not- I'm not ready to disappear, Lizzie."
"Who says you're going to disappear?"
"That's how it works," he nods to the cave entrance- it's down the path that leads down to the Mother Tree's roots, "you go down there, and you pick a cocoon, and then you're just- you're alone in the dark for a week and a half."
"You won't be alone," Lizzie answers.
He pauses. "I won't?"
She puts her hands on her hips. "I'm coming with you."
He shakes his head, "you can't. I'm the-I'm the prince, they won't let you."
"Well, I'm your Lizzie," she answers, matter-of-factly, "so they'll have to let me."
He doesn't know how to answer- she looks so determined, he can't help but believe her.
"Okay," he whispers.
"You'll be fine," she says again, then turns him around so he's no longer facing the Mother Tree. She loops her arm around his and starts walking them along the trodden path back to the Matral Palace, "you'll sleep for a week and a half, and you won't miss anything because I won't do anything fun without my Joel around."
He laughs, letting his shoulders drop, "thank you, Lizzie."
#they're pretty young here???#like. somewhere from 10-17 idk exact numbers but they're not adults yet#feels very out of character but it's also nearing midnight so that's why /silly#might redo this later. hmmmmm#i wanna write after bits too#stay tuned!
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so.. dr stanton is athena right? …right??
#like i thought that somewhere around episode 6ish and that tattoo at the end???#a crazy cult lady would totally give her daughter that tattoo wouldn’t she??#and that’s if she Actually isn’t involved in it all and she totally could be#this is the only theory i’m confident in let me have it please#anyways catch me popping up on tumblr after like a year just to talk about more flanagan shows#midnight club
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thanks to @casting-horsepiss I am aware that it is casting rain birthday week *checks clock* NOW HERE so have a drawing of ammy.
read casting rain. experience angry fish mom. cry, probably. it's worth it i promise
#digital art#krita#undertale#undertale oc#casting rain#amathea#fanart#i should get like. a fanfic fanart tag. anyways#can't do anything more complicated/bigger bcs I have three big deadlines this week unfortunately ;_; wah#i cannot overstate how much I care Casting Rain.#like. in the top 5 things that happened to me the summer I stumbled upon it#was opening AO3 after not sleeping for brain reasons for like two days and deciding to tackle this beast of a fic#haven't been able to muster up the long-term focus to reread it in full since BUT MAN HAS IT STUCK WITH ME.#unfortunately every time I attempted to re-read it since I had uni turn my brain into mush for a week somewhere in there. enlgihs text hard#<- accidental mangled spelling left as is for demonstration lmao#scheduling this literally for 5 minutes after midnight. *dabs*#fic fanart
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one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else
#i have to sleep a lot. i’m at the point where functioning requires 8 hours of sleep if not more#I should probably be getting 10+ but i’m a student and i work so 8 is the minimum. but then also getting ready for bed is a whole process s#the whole thing can take 10-12 hours depending how much im sleeping. just to make sure i can do anything#that is time in my day i cannot use for anything else. it’s not ‘oh but i can push through it’ because i can’t without spending the next da#lightheaded and nauseous and vaguely dizzy and with such intense brain fog I can’t think with my fatigue so bad i genuinely don’t know how#get myself to work a lot of days. my abled peers don’t have to deal with this at all. they have unlimited study time if they want to#and yeah it is a choice i’m making that’s true i could just not do. except i would lose my job and fail out of college because i would not#be able to get to classes or do my homework or think. but being told ‘but you are making choices about your life’ when i have lost so much#of what i used to be able to do because i am spiralling down and continuing to get worse is so.#literally last year i would wake up at 6:30 and then go to school till 3 and then go to my internship until 10 and get home at 11 and be in#bed anywhere from midnight to two in the morning and then wake up the next day and do it all again. i graduated with a 3.9 gpa and made it#into my top college while dealing with my cancer symptoms and then the two surgeries about it#but now i lose half my day to just making sure i can get out of bed. i can’t go anywhere because my body is physically too exhausted#any extra time goes into doing homework or occasionally time to myself#not decimating my health by doing minimum body care responsibilities isn’t freeing. occasionally i have a good day which is freeing but tha#usually goes into just. other things outside class or work or eating. I don’t go do something for myself or go do something fun on good day#because I still can’t. good days just mean i don’t want to lie down on the pavement when i’m going somewhere#I just. I don’t magically have control over my life because i try to get enough sleep. i lose half my day to doing that and ultimately it’s#just a bodily function that would have to happen anyway#this is a vent post im just having a really hard time right now because it feels like im in exponential decline. it was nowhere near this#bad last semester. my grades are tanking and i have no free time because anything outside of sleep is either work or school#vent tw#yall can rb this just ignore my tags completely#disability#chronically ill#i keep trying to explain to people how pots works because that’s all logical but there’s no way to explain what it’s doing to my body or ho#i feel all the time. the last time i felt this bad was when i had a bad flu or immediately after surgeries because i don’t react well to#anesthesia and always come out of them feeling like shit. and now i just feel like this all the time and it’s only getting worse#I can’t even stay up late anymore because my body feels like it isn’t counting the sleep even if I get 8 hours#I can deal if I have a free day the day after but that just leaves Friday and Saturday nights and I usually still have to do homework
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whats tough about like. Having Chemistry and spending time with someone at the start of the spring semester is that valentines day is coming up and its like a make or break point with what you may or may not Be and you have to question what direction things are headed in and its a pressure just Not present in the fall semester idk. idk
#we uhhhh. kinda hit a bump in the road ...... idk.#hes. been very gentle and kind and understanding about where im coming from and so we havent talked in a couple days but just ....#god ok fuck it. we were hanging out saturday night and at some point we were going somewhere where parking sucked so i just suggested we go#in his car rather than separate bc finding parking for ONE car is a Struggle. anyways so afterwards we went back to where i parked my car#and i hahahhaaaaa was NOT leaving. it was just past midnight and so we were just hanging in his car talking for abt an hour#in there at some point i told him about that last crush and how it dragged on and he was like jesus CHRIST sia thats a lot#i was reclined in my seat and shutting my eyes listening to the music and i caught him looking at me a couple times andddddd uh#yeah basically i ended up in his lap and then we were kissing and touching and grinding for like the next hour and a half#and he asked if i wanted to go back to my place and i was like uhhhhhhhhhhhh not now so we stayed in there and just made out & talked more#and then he TOLD me. basically hes in a similar situation i was in this time last year. like a girl he liked and was talking to actually#has a bf. hes sorta in limbo and she still talks to bim and is stringing him along and playing off his hopes theyll get together for.#entertainment ig. everyone at this school is fantastic btw. jesus fucking christ.#so yeah he told me bc he said he didnt wanna hurt me or end up fucking me over and that i deserved full honesty and didnt want to get my#hopes up. which i REALLY appreciate. we talked for 8 days he got carried away once and immediately owned up. i do appreciate that#so like. he said that we can just be friends with or without benefits and i said id think about it. then at like 3 am we went home and he#check in with me to make sure i was alright since he could tell i had a LOT on my mind. i said id call him the next day and so we talked#and basically i explained the reason for my apprehensions and why i said no to hooking up (csa) and he was really understanding#and then like. i just asked him more about what was going through his head the night before & he described it as a heat of the moment thing#(which i agree it was) and like. he was genuinely concerned about me tho. idk#i told him that after i got home i had to shower for an hour scrubbyat every place he touched me and that im tired of feeling used#and he really heard me out and listened. he also asked if he hurt me and i said no but it def could have gotten to that point and i#and so he said 'im sorry for making your life at all hafrder to deal with' and i REALLY really#appreciate him being as honest as he was. so i said its cool we can be friends but i just need some space rn & he once again was really#understanding & said 'for as long as you need. just let me know whenever youre ready to just be friends again & if you need me to stay sway#from [xyz places we hung out] just let me know and if you need anything for class just feel free to reach out'#and. GOD i appreciate him. so that convo closed out on good terms. i was worried id need WEEKS but it rlly was just a few hours after that#i was ok again. traumas all about narratives and before that convo all i could see was another instance i was usee but like.#after actually talking it out all the fear around it dissipated and i can just see it for what it was: 2 friends who got carried away#but i really REALLY appreciate how hes handled this and we're both single & attracted to each other and so the question im thinking now is:#crushposting
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@beatingheart-bride
At this question, Dorian let out a little laugh as he flashed Emily a charming smile, saying laxly, "Oh, don't you worry about that, my dear friend-if there's one thing I can say I've inherited from my parents (and can feel proud about), it's the ability to multitask in even the smallest windows of time!"
Last-minute party plans? Juggling them with planning the wedding of the century? No problem: The Gracey's had a number of contacts that could and would drop everything in order to put together a quick little shindig that would appear as if it had been planned down to the most minute detail. Caterers, decorators, musicians, entertainers, all of them would jump to the Gracey's aid, in order to make their party the most magnificent and memorable, as well as never let on to the guests that it was more or less a last-minute idea.
Still, as lavish as it would no doubt be, it would also be no doubt very stuffy, very boring-in some ways, it'd be less about celebrating the happy couple and more about keeping up appearances to the neighbors, but that was nothing new to Dorian-he too felt it could still be a last hurrah before their departure, a celebration within a celebration, right under his family's noses!
And who better to invite to such an occasion than his very bestest friend...
#((oh i know; isn't it wild?))#((i *want* to say it's been officially confirmed to have been an inspiration))#((in the same way that jean cocteau's 'beauty and the beast' inspired the candleholders))#((as well as i believe the corridor of doors; don't quote me; but i want to say it's been confirmed!))#((but even without that confirmation; the similarities really are strong-too strong to be denied really))#((the top hat and long black cloak; the wide unblinking eyes; the toothy rictus grin))#((it all fits! so it's true; if 'london after midnight' resurfaced; it would also be a part of 'haunted mansion' history))#((resurfacing in addition to being a part of horror/film history!))#((and honestly; the story of 'london after midnight's going missing confounds me:))#((this was a big release by a big studio; mgm; and so it had to have been released to other countries))#((so that makes me think that the 'last known copy' that burned up in the mgm vault fire))#((wasn't the last copy; and that it must be kicking around somewhere out there!))#((i'll admit; my great fear is that there IS a copy out there...))#((...but that it's in the hands of some rich prick who refuses to let it go and instead keeps it locked away))#((in some private manor somewhere; unwilling to let go of it because he knows it's so rare!))#((maybe that's a little outrageous; but that's admittedly a small fear of mine!))#outofhatboxes#beatingheart-bride#V:Days of Future Past
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Up way late at night due to reasons and killed a bug in my kitchen that was either an extremely small cockroach or an upsettingly roachlike moth and it’s fucking haunting me
#I only caught a glimpse of it bc I killed it as fast as possible y’know#and in such a way that I couldn’t. like. examine it afterwards#and I know there was a little brown moth in here a couple days ago right about that size that I never managed to catch#that disappeared somewhere#but I don’t know why that would be crawling along my kitchen floor as I tried to kill it rather than fly like it had been#I’ve never seen a roach in this apartment before and it’s been months#but I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a bright light on in the kitchen after midnight. so I could’ve missed things#augh I wanna deep clean my kitchen immediately#but it’s 1:30 am and I have work tomorrow#and I have to do shit after work w my coworkers tomorrow and will be out late#so I’m not gonna have any time to do so until Wednesday#unless I get up early or stay up late to do it#ahhh#I’m mostly ok at dealing with bugs#but roaches specifically activate like a primal terror in me#they Cannot be in my apartment#they are fucking Filth incarnate#I have to vent this madness somewhere bc if I don’t exorcise the horror I simply will not be able to sleep#invasion of the frogs
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I made two more dragons w the intent of coloring them however I realize that will be A Task and will take 1 bajillion years so. here are the initial sketches until then
#smudgy.png#etherlan#dragons#i made them more water-based than i intended i think its bc i was#watching videos about sea creatures previously#i love learning abt the evolution of whales do u love learning abt the evolution of whales? i do#after watching all the videos i was like Thats It. i am Going To College for Animal Knowledge#but you see it was 2 am and you know what they say about making plans at 2 am. dont#anyway. it is now three pee em and all i want to do.. is sleep !! the duality of manwomanthing. the duality of plurality#(yall i was cleaning the kitchen! & then i got my hiset book out and everything. i want to cry. curse u Midnight Motivation!!!!)#anyway i think these guys r from a different clan than the kloros. like from somewhere w more water#gives me an excuse to think abt biome placement !#i didnt want to focus on the dragons so much initially but theyre like the driving force behind most my work tbh 😭
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review of rebecca frecknall almeida r&j: the west side story dance break stuff was fun. toheeb jimoh is the most charming and endearing man in the entire world. friar lawrence was sooo funny and brilliant. the pacing was completely fucked like it was wayyyyy too fast. too much shakespeare voice. the couplets felt too obvious and clunky honestly the whole play felt like a series of poetry readings which is all well and good until youre watching it for two hours i just didnt vibe w the delivery. i dont think i really have a right to take exception to the vacuum of fictional/theatrical universe setting after my production of lear so i wont speak on it. it was nice i liked the bit w the wall at the start. i think. the costume was cool i didnt get the thesis quite but it was all pretty. mercutio was GREAT, i didnt like the vibe at first but then i warmed to him soooo bad my druggy bisexual beloved. isis hainsworth is very very beautiful and talented and GOD the bit before she killed herself was fucking incredible almost impossible to watch but the direction for juliet was a little one note. james cooney and jamie ballard are obviously my shakespeare guys. the latter particularly slayed. i dont know why the fuck they lit all the candles at the end if they werent going to do complete blackout except for the candles i genuinely felt cheated and beguiled and if its to do with almeida safety rules i. DONT. CAREEEEEE
#lol i wrote this for myself so id have it saved somewhere and was gonna just save it in drafts but yk what. why not. no one asked but why no#t#also i went to globe midnight matinee midsummer after and i think i might be sick to death of that play if its not perfect. and it was not#so i left in the interval giggles#it was actually a pretty boring interpretation
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I don’t have the patience to read Dracula but in brief periods in which I devour a third of the book during one sitting so I’ve not been keeping up with the longer updates of Dracula daily but I remember enough to have the context for the memes
#shoutout to the night I read over half the book at once and then wrote an essay on it between like 8 and midnight#I took notes on dracula’s powers too#I’ve got the notebook with them somewhere#might look after I get home if someone reminds me
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me: thinking about Exodus!Elizabeth (covered in soot and dirt and scrapes and bruises)
me: brain play Holding Out for a Hero.mp3
#DOOO DOOOO DOOOO DOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAA!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA#SOMEWHERE AFTER MIDNIGHT (IN MY WILDEST FANTASIEEEEES)#Mouse talks!#I just think. no I shan't say it
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“Eatin’ Jerky Past Midnight,” a new country song by Jessie Lynn McMains.
#lightningstruckitself#it's true#that's what's up#but of course my brain rot is there going:#I eat my jerky#after midnight#out in the moonlight#just hopin' you may be#somewhere a-eatin#jerky late night#chewin like me
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