#12:54am

[hyuuukais]

gooooooooodnight :)

#lakes thoughts #12:54am

[purple-typewriter]

12:54am, 6/7/17

I tend to love strangers

I find them beautiful and different

I can invent something behind them, something deep new, and unreal

There is something good in everyone

And I have a particular talent for finding it

It’s that I fall in love with.

#psychicradio 2 #poetry #prose #spilled ink #writeblr #psychic radio 2 #taratwrites #6/7/17 #12:54am

[dimlightprincess]

HBD self. I hope pumaldo na talaga tayo this year. I hope na makuha mo lahat LAHAT ng deserve mo ngayong taon, pera man yan or kahit ano pa man. Kasi deserve mo lahat ng best dito sa mundo. Bawasan pagiging marupok at grumpy, okies? Hahahaha. Ayun lang. ❤️

Kakain ng masarap mamaya at manonood lang ng netflix. No laro muna ok? Chill day lang muna today

#12:54am #Mar 9 24

[the-things-i-wish-i-could-say]

As the days are drawing closer to school starting, I want to stay awake as long as possible to have enough time to do the things I wanna do before school starts. Because during the day, even if I have nothing going on, I feel like I can’t do the things I want or be myself. If I have to pretend and be a different version of myself in my own house during the day, I’m not ready for the exhaustion of pretending at school. And like I want to do more than just survive this school year, I want to do things I want to go places but I know with school, work and my family that’s nearly impossible. I just wish it felt like this was all going to be worth it, like all my hard work would pay off because I’m working towards me dream, but in reality I was told to pick something and I did, it’s something I find interesting but not necessarily something I want to make a career out of. People keep asking what I’ll do with my degree and I don’t know because it’s not even something I want at this point. But I don’t have a backup plan or alternative route in mind. I know I don’t have to know what I want to do with my life at 20 but floating aimlessly in the void of society isn’t a viable career option. In many ways I can’t see any kind of future for myself in the world we live in, and that may be where some of my passive suicidal ideation comes from but I truly can’t see myself working a 9-5 for the next 50 years. But there’s not really any alternative, and maybe I’ll feel different someday but right now I know I’m my heart that my dreams and ambitions are too big for my body and my life and this world.

#12:54am

[scrmngtts]

I dont know whats going on in my life right now i was really happy last night i couldnt sleep but now i just feel empty i shud enjoy this down time though i should be grateful!!

#12:54am #3/4/23

[azul-marie]

mileena. (fervid)

fem. reader suggestive content

the tips of her fingers prick the back of your neck.

her nails are long, sharpened at the end, but they do not rake or scratch or hurt. she merely guides them through the strands of your hair cascading down your neck, bringing handfuls up to her nose to sniff.

“baby smells so sweet,” mileena’s raspy voice croons beside one of your ears, tickling the gentle skin there. something warm, wet runs over the expanse of your exposed shoulder, giving you a sudden shiver of pleasure.

“pretty, pretty, baby,” she purrs, pleased by your reaction. “all of you, all for me.”

her hands run over the curve of your shoulders, ever so slowly inching your night robe further down your back until she gets you squirming and shy, when you clasp the ends of your clothing to maintain a semblance of modesty.

mileena feigns a hiss, guttural, from the back of her throat. the sound makes you tremble, not from fear — anticipation. her growls, the heat of her enveloping you from behind, the possessive way her hands race to cling onto your chest is but the kahnum’s show of longing. physicality is her language spoken, in the stead of mouthing words.

“you’re mine.” the sharp of her teeth parts to release her slim, winding tongue, flicking hotly at the quivering flesh of your throat. it is like fire, this sensation familiar, and a shaky moan escapes what little elegant facade you fought to keep.

the sound sends her into a frenzy.

mileena snarls with every kiss she scrapes against your skin, hands ripping at cloth and fabric to get to her prize of sweet, softened skin. her tongue licks stripes like fire up, down, in-between the swelling flesh your lovely body provides, a taste as addicting as ambrosia. you are trapped beneath her, little more than pretty prey to play with. again and again do you fall victim to the fierceness of her affections; bruises and bites and bumps she adores.

little more than prey that you are, willingly do you give yourself over to the predator who stalks you throughout each and every night, without remorse, you without complaint.

if it’s her, there’s nowhere else you’d wish to be.

#mileena #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat 11 imagines #mk imagines #mk11 imagines #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 11 x reader #mk x reader #mk11 x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mk #mk11 #mileena x reader #listen. LISTEN #i had a sudden and frightening urge to write for my girl mileena at approximately 12am this night and am posting this at 12:54am. #there is nothing else to say. im love her #and yes it seems i have a type (scary powerful women who hide their faces away) #i’m not very sure why LMAO #please accept this my fellow mk enjoyers!!! i hope to write lots more for this fandom soon ❤️ #also if there’s any inaccuracies i apologize!! still a little new to the fandom

[dyooska]

nym!!! it has been a seocnd i just read your note on my tree merry christmas my friend :D

OOOH HII HI MERRY CHRISTMAS ^^ HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT ONE WAHOOO YEAH !!!!!

#its like the 26th for me right now (is literally 12:54am so whats even the point its still christmas fucj it) but yeahhh!!!!!!

[the--highlanders]

while I'm thinking about s4 tardis team dynamics. ben and jamie are SO underrated??

like, polly would very much take jamie under her wing, but I think she'd be a bit too overenthusiastic to really /connect/ with him at times. two and jamie obviously wind up Close, and probably bond over stuff like not getting ben and polly's shared cultural context - but I think they grow into that closeness over time, on top of having a whole will-we-won't-we what-exactly-is-this-relationship thing. at least early in s4 they've got stuff to work through.

but ben and jamie are just. neither of them are actually going to sit down and talk about our feelings but they just kind of know. sometimes they're at loggerheads but sometimes they just Get it. they're queer and from pretty homophobic backgrounds. their fathers are dead. they'd both rather die than unpack all that. they're immensely loyal caretaker characters. there's stuff that they don't have to struggle to explain to each other and that's a relief, sometimes, not to have to put that work in.

#second doctor #is this nonsensical? maybe but it is 12:54am #i'm entitled to being a little unhinged

[unironicposadist]

tonight i’m thinking about lonely immortals

there are a lot of fantasy/sci-fi tropes that are just, like... amplifications of certain aspects of the human experience -- think about the grays, for example, the classic “little green men” image of extraterrestrials. they differ from us in the same ways that we differ from other mammals: other mammals have fur, we’re mostly hairless, the grays are totally hairless. we have comparatively spindly bodies with big egg-shaped heads on top, the grays are even more spindly with bigger heads, you get the idea.

tonight i’m thinking about the trope of the lonely immortal: be they time-lord, vampire, or giant living in the hills. these beings often become attached to, befriend, fall in love with human beings and have their hearts broken over and over again when their humans inevitably die. 

there are beasts -- parrots, turtles, blue whales -- that have similar lifespans to us. there are, of course, sharks and whales and coral that live far longer. but we’re in a unique spot for a lot of terrestrial animals, living longer than (particularly) the sorts of organisms we tend to get attached to and care lots about. horses and cows tend to live 20ish years, other livestock animals and pets like dogs and cats live even shorter lives. if not for sharing community with other homo sapiens, we’d be constantly loving, saying goodbye to, and burying our dearest friends.

I’ve always found the lonely immortal trope to be particularly heartbreaking. tonight i’m thinking about my dog, bosco, who i knew for his whole life and for probably half of mine. i’m thinking about my dog, sasha, who’s now five years old, and how i’ll likely know her for the rest of her life, but she won’t know me for the rest of mine. she already has gray on her muzzle.

sometimes i think about the 5,000 year old bristlecone pine tree at the great basin national park and i just feel like crying.

#fantasy tropes #science fiction #immortality #tropes #just gut me at 12:54am how bout #obscure sorrows

[cr0wc0rpse]

I’m tempted to have a marshmallow as a treat for surviving that bloody nose attack

#however I should just go to bed. because it’s 12:54am #but the sweet softness of a marshmallow is so beautiful to my mind #dead text

[theconnollygroup]

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[mft-toyama]

「やだなー本」の宣伝を頑張らねば…！と思い、実名でTikTokアカウントを作り、初めて投稿してみたらフォロワー0のところから間も無く100万再生に到達しようとしている。とても嬉しい。。。 https://t.co/we0CvvF3ew

— 明円卓（ミョウエンスグル） (@sugurumyoen) Mar 12, 2023

#sugurumyoen March 13 #2023 at 12:54AM

[bimiio]

You respond so quickly I don't have time to calm my heart palpitations between typing and sending the ask (not complaining, just awestruck)

You can and will be the first femme I bridal carry, I don't how but I'm gonna make it work!

My internal monolgue now is just going to be "Alright shy, if you do this task you can tell bim about it and maybe they'll tell you you did a good job and call you cute again"

Excellent motivation, thank you very much. It's the middle of the night but I will be working out now

-a very shy (and trembling) butch

dis is literally da most adorable thing evr omg <33 just remember tho da key 2 having a strong healthy body is makin sure u actually let if get enuff rest!! don’t overwork urself n make sure ur getting enuff sleep ok? mwah

#wut time is it 4 u btw? :0 #it’s almost 1am 4 me #it’s 12:54am as i’m posting dis #r we in da same timezone? #asks #anon #a very shy butch

[the-things-i-wish-i-could-say]

My whole life I’ve felt like no one could ever truly like me, let alone love me. Since I was a young child I have felt this worthless and unlovable. I used to think that the government secretly paid everyone to be nice to me and that if they ever did genuinely like me for me then they would be killed, which sounds insane but it’s what my self loathing pre-pubescent brain came up with. I don’t really know where it all stems from, I have theories about me being the oldest, the example sibling or cousin, but it could very well come from something traumatic that I can’t remember. This fire has most definitely been fuelled over the years though. Whether intentionally or not by friends, family, bullies, really anything anyone has said to me I’ve found a way to twist it into “they hate me”. Despite my obviously negative self image I remember being pretty happy as a kid, I didn’t fit in perfectly with anybody but I was okay with that, I had enough friends to get me through the early years of school. But then as I grew older, and societies pressure started to ramp up, I could no longer let myself be free of what people thought or said. I don’t quite remember what age I figured out if I sucked my stomach in then I’d look thinner, but I’ve been doing it long enough, and I still do sometimes, and I’ve got the protruding ribs to prove it. In everything I do and I’ve done I have just never felt good enough. I don’t know where I got it in my head that in order to be worthy of love and attention I had to be the best, but I could never be the best because I wasn’t worthy of being the best. I used to pass the first part off as my competitive spirit I gained from playing sports as a kid or growing up with siblings, but it’s truly harmed me in ways I can’t fix. I find a lot of comfort in the mindset that “anything worth doing is worth even just half assing because it’s better to try a bit then not at all” but I can’t seem to get it through my head. I’m a perfectionist, and it’s so hard to be a perfectionist and also a chronic procrastinator, because I want everything done perfectly so I can receive some sort of validation because god knows I can’t get it from myself, but I often put things off until the last minute to avoid the icky feeling associated with working yourself to the bone to be perfect. You’d think that the validation I get for being a good student or a good employee or a good sister or a good friend or anything would be enough for me, well you’d be sorely mistaken. I’m trapped in a vicious cycle of needing to be perfect in order to be worthy of love and validation, but once I receive said love and validation I don’t believe I’m worthy of it so I don’t take it in, it doesn’t help in any way, I’m constantly chasing an unattainable goal for myself that even if I got to I’d never be satisfied with myself. A friend of mine introduces me to his friends as one of his smart friends and one of the smartest people he knows, and when he told me that I immediately told him that he’s wrong, I’m not the smartest person he knows, because I can’t let myself accept what a huge compliment that is and feel good about myself. But you wanna know what makes me feel worse, when other people put themselves down in comparison to me, like my friend did in that conversation, he put himself down to justify how smart I am, and the same thing happens with my siblings, I feel awful that I set the academic bar so high with my grades because I see how my parents react to my siblings grades and how my siblings compare themselves to the grade I got at their age, and it makes me feel awful. In trying to “set an example” I accidentally created a bar so high that my parents expectations now can’t be met.

I will say though, my self loathing used to have to do much more gymnastics to achieve its goals, like back in high school when I was getting super high grades and doing very well, it was definitely harder to make myself feel like shit, but now that I’m in university, my self hatred is having a fucking field day. My parents have told me that I’m smarter than both of them, and I know they meant it as a compliment but I took it as a scale to measure up to, and if I proved that I wasn’t in fact smarter than my mom who had two degrees and my dad who’s a fucking engineer, then I had failed not only myself but them as well. And it didn’t help that university is where my grade started going downhill, predictably yes but downhill nonetheless. I would work my ass off for weeks to scrape by with a C, and every holiday my family would ask how school was going and I couldn’t tell them the truth, that I was hanging on by a thread mentally and that I wasn’t the smart girl that they knew me to be. Now I’m not the first in my family to go to post secondary school, but I am the oldest of my cousins who live close by, so everyone, my aunts and uncles and my grandparents were all watching me and they all have their own expectations. In some ways I’ve felt like I’ve had a spotlight on me my whole life, that I was my family’s dancing monkey and if I stumbled or tripped they would leave their seats and refund their tickets. It’s exhausting, always trying to be the best for other peoples benefit and to the detriment of yourself. I’ve tried several times to enter a “I don’t give a fuck” era of my life, but my attempts have been feeble at best and I always end of compromising for other peoples comfort. I truly don’t know who I am because who I am has never belonged to me, it’s always been owed to someone else, for someone else gain or benefit, I think that’s why it took until I was 17 to realize I was bisexual, because I didn’t allow myself to be anything besides who other people needed me to be. And I was terrified to tell people that I was bi, because what if that no longer fit with the version of me they needed from me?

My therapist tells me I need to allow myself to feel my feelings, so I guess my notes app is going to become my new best friend because typing is far easier than writing in a journal, though I have a surplus. I’ve never allowed myself to take up more space then necessary or wanted of me, and I think that’s why I don’t allow myself to feel things out loud, because I absolutely do feel things, I just don’t allow them to leave my mind because I don’t feel worthy of taking up space or other peoples time with my emotions. And maybe it’s not the healthiest thing to be in a friend group full of people who feel the same way, but they truly understand, even if we never speak about it, I know they understand exactly what I’m saying.

So while I begin searching for myself, giving myself grace and allowing myself to exist and that be enough and worthy of love, I want to leave some part words for anyone who related a little too much to this and anyone who managed to get to the end of this. I see you, I know how you feel, and don’t listen to what your brain tells you, because if your brain is telling you you’re stupid, well guess what if your brain is stupid so is that observation so. But in all seriousness, you do not have to be anymore than you to be worthy of love, truly.

#12:54am #self loathing #vent post

[opeedes]

RT @rezahajilou: قبل از انقلاب ۵۷ مردم ۲۳ روز #اعتصابات_سراسری انجام دادن. کشور تعطیل شد و اکثر صنایع، راه‌آهن، بازارها، کارخانه‌ها،دانشگاه‌ها، شرکت‌های هواپیمایی و حمل و نقل عمومی به‌کلی تعطیل شدن. دیگه کشوری تعطیل شده قابل اداره کردن نبود و شاه بعد از آن ۲۳ روز ایران را ترک کرد. #مهسا_امینی

RT @rezahajilou: قبل از انقلاب ۵۷ مردم ۲۳ روز #اعتصابات_سراسری انجام دادن. کشور تعطیل شد و اکثر صنایع، راه‌آهن، بازارها، کارخانه‌ها،دانشگاه‌ها، شرکت‌های هواپیمایی و حمل و نقل عمومی به‌کلی تعطیل شدن. دیگه کشوری تعطیل شده قابل اداره کردن نبود و شاه بعد از آن ۲۳ روز ایران را ترک کرد. #مهسا_امینی

— Ali Haqiqi (@haqaliz) Sep 29, 2022

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September 30, 2022 at 12:54AM

#Peedes #September 30 #2022 at 12:54AM

[evie-sturns]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

summary: it's your special day, your 20th birthday! chris hasn't given you a present all day, and nothing seems to be going to plan, but he makes up for it later.

contains: public sex, smut, fluff, soft dom!chris, swearing, crying.

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8:54am

i wake up to chris planting kisses all over my face, a stupid grin painted across his face.

"chriss.." i groan, rubbing my eyes as i sit up in our double bed.

"happy birthday!!" he says, pulling me by my arms up onto the floor, im so unstable i stumble over.

my birthday has always been my favorite day of the year, everyones attention were on me, it was just going to be a stress-free day with my friends, my boyfriend and his brothers.

"shit." chris says, picking me back up, holding me in a bridal position. "you excited!!" he says, placing me back down on my feet

"love you chris." i smile, walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out the outfit ive had planned for days.

ive known chris for 11 years, he was my bestfriend until 1 year ago, when he became my boyfriend.

i strip off my pyjamas, leaving me revealed as i scramble through the shelves to find underwear.

i feel chris's eyes laying on me, "you feel elderly yet?" he says, breaking the comfortable silence.

i scoff "very."

"you look good for how old you are" chris jokes, walking over to my side.

i see his hand reach out, but he pauses instantly when the door rattles. "y/n!" i hear nick call out, i can hear the smile on his face.

"im butt naked right now nick, ill be out in a few!" i call out, chris shakes his head with a grin painted across his face.

"gross." i hear nick say back, slightly quieter this time.

"nick its 9 in the morning what do you take me for!" i say, pulling up my skirt, and readjusting my tanktop. i get on my toes, planting a kiss on chris's nose before unlocking the door.

im met with nick, a bunch of balloons in hand with matt standing next to him. their face light up as they see me.

"you're looking kinda wrinkly.." matt says, pulling me into a hug.

"do i actually look old cause you're the second person to point out my 'aging'" i ask, nick handing me the balloons

-

12:06pm

nick, matt, chris, madi, nate and i have been hanging around the sturniolos house for the day, i've spent the majority of the morning laughing, until a pile of wrapped presents from my friends appears in front of me.

i open them all, thanking whoever gifted it to me with a hug.

chris doesn't give me one though?

i brush it off, maybe he just forgot.

to make things worse, ive just been told madi and nate were both scheduled to leave at 1, both needing to go to nates final ice hockey game, which the sturniolos and i were going to skip.

"oh fuck, we better go madi." nate says, jumping up off the couch and grabbing his keys. madi's sighs before leaning down, squeezing me in a hug. my heart sinks a little, today was meant to be a day with my friends.

"love you y/n, we'll update you about what happens later!" they call out before the door swings shut.

-

ive been sitting on my bed for 2 hours, scrolling aimlessly on my phone as chris sits on the other side of the room at his desk in silence, the faint clicking noise from his keyboard filling the room.

today was meant to be perfect.

i feel my throat dry up as i let out a shaky breath.

ive never cried on my birthday, i've always been too distracted to even think about getting upset, but now, when today has just felt normal, the tears are building up.

i mean, it hasnt been a bad day. its just been too regular.

i feel a few tears fall down my cheeks as i stare at chris's back.

i try my best to stay silent, but a broken sob exits my mouth, i slam a hand over my lips. chris's head snaps back to look at me, his face drops. "oh shit.." chris mumbles before speed-walking over to me, throwing himself down onto the bed to face me.

the tears won't stop now, even with my failed attempts to make excuses up to chris.

"sweetheart please don't cry." chris says softly, holding me in a tight hug as my eyes dampen his shoulder. "talk to me gorgeous, i know you love your birthday you shouldn't be crying yeah?"

"i dont know.." i say in between sobs, chris stays silent, he knows im lying.

"i just wanted it to be perfect.." i sniff, chris rubs my back.

"can i show you something..?" chris says awkwardly, pulling away from the hug. my eyebrows furrow, "okay..?" i say. chris grabs my hands, pulling me up out of bed. he leans down and grabs a sweater from the floor, putting it on my body before taking my hand again.

he walks us downstairs in silence, he seems nervous. chris opens the front door, we walk towards his car and he opens the door to let me in. "ladys first.." he says, trying to lighten the mood.

-

we've been driving for about 3 minutes before chris breaks the silence, "i was meant to take you here later but.. you know." he says, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

i nod, chris accelerates slightly as we drive up a hill, we suddenly come to a halt. chris clears his throat, as he turns off the car.

we're parked in a small parking lot on top of a hill, theres trees directly infront of us, the sunset just peeking through the leaves. chris grabs my hand gently, "uh chris?" i ask, he just kisses my lips "shh."

we go through the trees until we they stop, my jaw drops, theres a small picnic blanket, some flowers layed on it along with a note.

its the same spot where me and chris kissed eachother for the first time, 4 years ago.

chris has never been the romantic type, he finds it 'yuck' apparently.

"chris oh my god.." i say, chris is fidgeting with the ties of his sweatpants. i sit down on the picnic blanket, with a groan chris sits down next to me.

"i think this is the sweetest thing anyones done for me.." i say, wrapping my arms around him.

chris shakes his head "shut upp..." he smiles.

"no seriously, i might cry again right now."

"don't you dare." chris says with a small laugh.

a comfortable silence grows between us as the sunsets, i break it after a few minutes.

"we should fuck."

"what?" chris says, his head snapping round to look at me.

"no just think about it, 4 years ago we had our first kiss here, so we should hook up here!" i say, concealing my laugh.

"i meannn whatever you want" chris says, trying not to seem as eager as he actually is.

i pull off my shirt, discarding it on the picnic blanket. theres trees behind us, and a cliff infront of us, its pretty private.

chris helps my shorts off, before laying me down softly on my back, he places his hoodie down under my head as a pillow. "you comfy?" he asks, spreading my legs open wider. i nod, chris pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one motion, his erection springing out.

he smiles, holding my waist with two hands and lining himself up with me, "ready?" he asks, maintaining eye contact. "very." i smile back.

chris presses his tip inside of me, i stretch around his size, reaching out a hand, chris grabs my it.

he finally pushes the whole way into me, a desperate moan escapes my mouth. "such a pretty noise yeah?" chris says, his voice hoarse as he starts to thrust into me, his tip brushing my cervix each time.

strings of moans and whimpers exit my mouth as i squeeze his hand tighter, chris keeps a firm grip on my waist. "so so good for me, squeezing my dick so well." chris groans.

with each thrust, the knot in my stomach becomes tighter, i arch my back off the picnic blanket, "fuck chris oh my god." i yell, "cum for me gorgeous, can feel you clenching..." he says, stumbling over his words.

with a scream of his name the knot in my stomach snaps, chris pulls out, painting my stomach with white streaks. "g-..good girl." chris says, flopping down next to me on the blanket.

-

we've been laying here for the past hour, laughing, talking and watching the moon. the summer air is warm on my bare body, we both couldnt be bothered to get changed just yet.

"you know.." chris says, running a hand through his hair.

"hm?" i ask, looking over to see his face, which is barely illuminated.

"we should make this a traditon, ya know? birthday sex."

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i really liked writing this, thank you for the request babe

#sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader