#third night

[internum--urbes]

#jewish #weedporn #joints #hanukah #hanukkah #judaism #420life #420weed #menorah #aesthetic #gif #second night #third night

[stingrayextraordinaire]

What the Moon Saw Moodboards // Third Night

There are tragedies in everyday life, and tonight I saw the last act of one.

#what the moon saw #third night #what the moon saw moodboards #fairytales #hans christian andersen #moodboards #aesthetics #my moodboards #my edits #flowercore #rosecore #red rose

[hanukkahbingo]

!חג אורים שמח

It’s the third night of Hanukkah and the third night of the Panfandom Hanukkah Bingo! We’re seeing a dip in the number of submissions from last year, so I just wanted to remind everyone that these prompts can be used for fic, art, moodboards, graphics – whatever you want to create! I know things are hard out there right now and the year has been dark, but all of your creations are lights in that darkness and it’s lovely to see your interpretations of Jewish joy. Keep creating!

Alone in the Dark (Chapter 3) by josiebelladonna/@feverinfeveroutfic | AO3 | tumblr

He found himself trapped out in the wilderness during a power outage, and his meeting with that one strange girl proved to be a stroke of fate for him. A fic that asks “what if Alex and Christine had met in another period?”

Bring on the Light: A Light in the Dark by melbelle310/@perfectpurls | AO3 | tumblr

Neither a power outage nor unpacked boxes can keep Nancy and Ace from lighting the Menorah in their new home.

Eight Nights (Chapter 3) by genuineformality/@genuineformality | AO3 | tumblr

On the first night of Chanukah, Viktor lights a chanukiah for the first time in a long time. On the subsequent nights, Viktor and Jayce explore a lot of complicated feelings.

N1. Sour Cream - Yelena Belova by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

Yelena's preference for latkes, a backstory.

N2. Family - Wanda Maximoff by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

Wanda sees them all in dreams. She knows, now, what that means. It means Vision was right about the Multiverse.

N3. Rabbi - Peter Parker by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

Peter, and Spider-Man, grew up steeped in the study of Jewish ethics.

N4. Survival - Dipper Pines by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

"Mason, my child, you are so young. What do you know about evil?" asked Rabbi Solomon.

N5. Heirloom Recipes - Shara Bey by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | tumblr

Shara wishes more than anything that she could comm her mother and ask how to spice the rosquitas.

To Burn In Spite of Overwhelming Odds by abby-gaytes/@erin-gilberts | AO3 | tumblr

To the Ghostbusters. To the light that multiplies. To burning in spite of overwhelming odds.

#hanukkahbingo #panfandom hanukkah bingo 2023 #third night #round up 2023

[hanukkahwolfstarweek]

Third night, third prompt! 🥳

✡️ Dec 20: Hanukkah Games ✡️

Optional additional word prompt: Dreidel, flour, smile

Thank you to everyone sharing the wonderful fic from this week so far, and showing the writers the love they deserve 💖

Please tag us @hanukkahwolfstarweek or #hanukkahwolfstarweek so we can share your work here! You can also upload your fic to our AO3 collection

Chag hanukkah sameach ✨

#wolfstar #hanukkahwolfstarweek #remus lupin #sirius black #hp #third night

[nirvanaida]

#me i did romeo and juliet in third year #othello in senior cycle #and then i briefly did twelfth night in college last year #fucking hated twelfth night but othello slapped #shakespeare #tumblr poll #poll #english literature

[without-ado]

Third Quarter Moon l Andrew McCarthy

#moon #third quarter moon #astrophotography #astronomy #nasa #space #half moon #universe #solar system #stars #night #galaxy #sky #planets

[false-guinevere]

Thinking rambly Thoughts about Athena and her genderfuckery and her relationships with Odysseus and Penelope.

Anyway I think it’d be neat if Athena functioned as both Odysseus’ wife and Penelope’s husband in each others absence (and also as a father to Telemachus). Not even necessarily in a romantic way, just a weirdly intimate but unknowable ThingTM they have going on with Athena

TFW your in a triad and one member is a virgin goddess whose definitely playing with you and your family’s lives like Barbie dolls

#just rambles that came to me on the verge of sleep last night #Athena is the third member of Odysseus and Penelope’s relationship but in the Weirdest way possible #Athena thoughts all day every day this week #the odyssey #Odysseus #Penelope #athena #tagamemnon #epic cycle

[simcardiac-arrested]

day 30 - videogame (undertale, fnaf, etc)

somebody get this man some chapstick

#(voice of a guy who’s desperately trying to not give in and watch the movie for the third time in a row) So how’s everyone doing #i haven’t drawn mike in like 5 months this is simply unacceptable. unsustainable #he could fix everything that’s wrong with the world #i have once again changed his design but it’s ok #but yeah as you can see i am very interested with the concept of mike adjusting to living in human society as a weird alive corpse thing #fuuuuckkk AUEJGHHHH i seriously do like movie mike so much i think he and game mike can live in peace and harmony #something so awful is happening to me and it’s past midnight i should NOT be allowed to think aboht my favorite characters #myart #cringetober 2023 #michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #can anybody hear me. help. help. MICHAELLLL DONT LEAVE ME HERE UEHGH OUGH MICHAELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

[ew-selfish-art]

My brain is unwilling to let go of Twin AU prompts. Sorry for the long post lmao.

Jazz and Jason are getting pretty serious in their relationship, and honestly, they’ve both been hesitant to introduce their family members to one another despite constantly talking about them. They’ve been dating since she started her doctoral studies at Gotham U and she’s about to defend her dissertation, so it really is about time. He saved her in her first week as the Red Hood and he immediately felt at home with her (something, something liminal), she runs into him the next day at a coffee shop and thanks him for taking the time to help her. 

Identities are obviously blown. Jason knows that her brother works in ‘politics’ and her younger sister is a travel blogger, and that the three of them don’t talk to her mad scientist parents anymore. Jazz knows that he came back from the dead, his adoptive family had a slew of issues in addition to their hero-complexes and that he would be prepared to kill for any one of his siblings. Their communication skills are top notch. 

But then came the issue of actually meeting the family. Like Jazz knows all of the drama between the siblings but could not pick them out of a line up, or more importantly, know who to talk to if an emergency situation came up. Jason agrees, that yeah, it would probably be for the best if he could at least identify her little brother and sister if they had to like, meet at hospital or something. 

So that was the plan. Invite just siblings over to their shared apartment, no parents and no fuss. (She even called Danny ahead of time to tell him not to portal straight into the apartment, he needed to walk in the door like a normal person. They could share Ghost King secrets later.) 

Tim arrives first, he’d been working a case nearby and Jazz & Jason live pretty close to a nice coffeeshop, so he stopped along the way. He’d done some creeping to figure out that she drinks Chai so he brought one for her. Creepy and yet, endearing. 

Ellie comes in second from the window, launching into a story about how annoying it was to find the place with all the gloom, didn’t this city have any respect for the dead? Tim doesn’t get it but Jason is laughing along so Tim files it away for later. 

Dick comes in with a shit ton of Pizza he panic ordered, a fruit bouquet and two bottles of wine from Bruce’s cellar. Duke came along with him, a large tupperware of Alfred’s cookies. 

Then Steph, Babs and Cass show up, immediately treating Jazz like family while also being hella suspicious about the whole thing. She notices them looking at her hands and Jazz explains that no, they weren’t doing this because Jason proposed. Steph and Cass are annoyed at Jason but tell Jazz she could do better if she wanted. Babs is happy they aren’t rushing into anything (she’s the only one besides Tim that knows how long they’ve been dating- this is just to throw out a red herring for the others)

Everyone is getting along and having a great time, Ellie being a natural entertainer along side Dick, everyone trying to tell embarrassing stories about Jason. Loud noises are coming from the hallway when they realize that neither Damian nor Danny had arrived. 

Rushing out the door, the boys are alternating putting each other into choke holds and arguing about not being clones. Danny keeps phasing out of Damian’s grip and Damian keeps pulling out more knives. The hallway looks like it had been blown up and the two are continuing to yell at one another about going to a family dinner. Jason and Jazz just stare at them from the doorway, and wouldn’t you know it, they look like fucking twins. 

Jazz grabs Danny, Jason grabs Damian, and everyone is fucking confused. Both sides of the family can confirm growing up with the twins, that neither are a clone. Ellie helpfully supplies that she’s the clone and that opens a whole other bag of chaos. 

Eventually they get everyone to sit down for dinner and the night gets weirder from there. 

#dc x dp #dc x dp fic #twins au #danny and damian are twins #anger management #jason and jazz just wanted a chill night why is that never possible #Damian and danny have to figure out what the fuck is going on but neither are willing to call their parents to confirm #Damian would rather die than ask talia #Danny would rather die again than ask the drs fenton #They both decide that its fucking weird but if jazz and jason get married they were going to be family anyway #Danny is honestly excited to have a third version of himself around #Damian is willing to be civil for the time being so long as Danny doesn't try to step on any heir related topics #danny phantom #dc universe #dp x dc #dpxdc

[chestnutroan]

Forgot the toothpaste...

#art #vampire #sims 2 #sims #dogs #likes and reblogs are massively appreciated!!! #i worked so hard on this...third night in a row i stayed up til 5 am x_x #my ocs #sunny the vampire

[cowinf]

Yata my babygirl

#goro yatagarasu #lupin the third #lupin iii #i was rewatching prison of the past last night and i forgot he was in it so when he appeared i started clapping #freaking love this guy

[asoftepiloguemylove]

everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it

Frank Bidart The Third Hour of the Night / Ashe Vernon IT'S A CIRCUS AND WE ALL PAID TO BE HERE / unknown / Rachel Swirsky A Memory of Wind / unknown / unknown / @borzoidaily

#on love #on heartbreak #on anger #web weave #web weaving #poetry #frank bidart #the third hour of the night #ashe vernon #it's a circus and we all paid to be here #rachel swirsky #a memory of wind #amelia gray #house proud #poem #words #writing #text #quote #spilled ink #dark academia poetry #dark academia quote #dark academia #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry

[naffeclipse]

Warm Fangs

Naga!Sun x Reader. Sickness.

Prev

As you sleep, the fever worsens. Chills hit you with a violent shudder. The heat from the sickness flees under the quaking cold. You moan softly, curling up tighter. A soft hiss shushes you but you can’t find anything warm, anything warm at all.

The smooth brush of scales loosens from around you. The outside cold slips away from your feverish skin but stays within.

“It hasn’t broken yet,” Moon murmurs distantly. Cold fingertips brush your hair, damp from sweat, away from your forehead. A whine leaves you. You hate how pathetic it sounds inside your head.

“Oh, no. I was afraid it might linger with our poor lily pad,” Sun lowers his voice but he’s not as quiet as his brother, holding a stage whisper more than an actual whisper. You might have smiled if you weren’t bothered by the mottled moonlight giving way to a blue-bright early morning sky. 

It doesn’t feel warm. The sun is supposed to reheat the earth and take away the frost filling your chest with a shivering revolt.

A few quiet exchanges slip away in your near unconsciousness. Gingerly, you become weightless, lifted into the air like a feather before pressed into other arms. Heat, raw and covering, finally touches your body. You breathe out a low sigh, eyelids fluttering to peek up at the source of the heat. The form softly sways as you’re carried away.

“It’s going to be alright,” Sun hums. He looks down at you, his spiky frills flaring around his head in golden hues before the shadow of the cave eclipses the morning sun. “Don’t move, my water lily, you’re still sick.”

“Hmm, I’m fine,” you half moan. Your eyes fall close again. A tender soreness soaks into every muscle, especially at your neck and your shoulders. The deep, deep ache that refuses to go away. 

You shudder with another chill. Sun clicks his tongue in concern, the forked end whipping with a snapping worry. 

“You amaze me, truly. Even in the throes of illness, you’re still so stubborn.” He laughs softly, endearing but in a way that almost makes you push yourself out of his steady arms. He doesn’t get to think you’re cute. Not right now, when you feel how sticky your body is and how weak your limbs dangle as he carries you deeper into the cave you’ve made a shelter within.

“Sun,” you softly groan.

“Save your strength to fight the fever, not me.” A soft peck of his scaly mouth touches your temple. You nearly dissolve under his doting command. “You need to rest and do as I say so you can feel better. I don’t like to see you like this.”

You, in a reflective, rebellious instinct, almost try to kick out your feet and find solid ground, but Sun lowers you to the cold, cave floor. You’re seized by another icy torrent of coldness. Hugging your arms, you quietly groan. A soft swell of tears teem over your eyelids. That’s from the sickness, you tell yourself. You’re not crying because Sun and his sweet warmth let you go.

“I’ll be gone for only a moment, lily pad. Hold on for me, okay?” he singsongs.

You want to snatch the heat that had held back the torturous chills. Lifting your heavy eyes, you scour the dimness of the cave, catching sight of Sun’s long body softly slipping over the stone towards the shelves that were chipped into the wall of the cavern. The rich yellow hues of his scales are bright even in the shadows of rocks. The markings along his waist and around his throat are scarlet and vibrant with warning of his venom. You watch the outline of Sun’s defined shoulders move, taking and gathering, collecting a pale pink blossom you can’t currently name.

Pressed against the wall in a sleepy bundle of his scales, Moon watches you, eyes half lidded but attentive. You didn’t hear him enter. His hands open and close, as if to reach for you. He holds back. You frown at his distance but recall his cool scales through the midnight fever, and drowsily, in fitful half-sleep, wait for Sun.

He returns with a skim over the floor. His presence washes over you with hope.

“Don’t cry, my water lily. I’m here,” Sun coaxes with gentle mirth. A crooked finger swipes the leaking liquid from your eyes.

“Not crying,” you grumble, voice croaking like a frog. “Not a water lily.”

“Oh, I’m going to have to disagree and blame your lack of sense on the sickness,” he chirps as if you were simply the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

You pry your eyelids open for a glare. You certainly are not a beautiful and grandiose flower. Not right now in your freezing weakness.

Moon’s hissing laughter echoes. It fills you with another short burst of irate energy that lasts for only the moment of his humor. Sun tuts and shoots Moon a look before gently cradling you. The golden naga guides you upright with a tender hand supporting your back. He rests your head on his shoulder, his underside a shiny, pale cream color, and the gentle heat of his body burns away the chills holding you down. 

He lifts up a small flower, pale pink and pom-pom like on the end of a slender, green stalk.

“Eat this. It’ll make you feel better,” he softly insists.

You eye the flower as if it were a venus flytrap, and you were a particularly weak fly.

“What is it?” you murmur.

“I’ve heard humans call it a sensitive plant, sometimes called touch-me-not. If you had told me you weren’t feeling well early, you could have had this sooner.” The chasiting does not evade your awareness. Sun lowers the plant closer, as if offering a rose instead of medicine. “It will help with your fever and chills.”

“Ugh,” you turn your head ahead. The thought of eating when you have no appetite rears an ugly head within you. “I don’t need it.”

“I disagree strongly, lilypad,” Sun crones in disapproval. “Once you eat it, you’ll start to feel better.”

The soft lift to his tone invades you. You want to squirm, keep turning away from the offered medical plant, but Sun’s warmth surrounds you entirely. Gently, his finger guides your cheek until you face him once more.

“Please, won’t you, for me?” His cornflower blue eyes hold you with his plea. From the corners of his wide mouth, the very tips of fangs glint, but you’re not afraid of his bite. He saved you with his venom, once.

You grimace and force your lips to part. Murmuring praises and coaxes alike in a soft, musical tone, Sun presses the flower head to your mouth until you bite it off, and chew laboriously. It tastes green and dry. He watches you, hawk-like, ensuring you masticate the soft, brittle like petals before swallowing against the vicious dryness of your throat. You gasp after gulping.

His smile grows like a sunbeam at sunrise.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.” He tenderly rubs his mouth against your forehead. “Thank you."

The heat of his affection battles the cold underneath your skin, and when you shiver, he holds you tighter. You fall deeper under his fondness.

"This will pass and you’ll be in tip-top shape again,” he says softly, brimming with heated hope.

Oh, Sun. You want to curse him. You want to tell him that he can’t talk like that, melting your insides and making you nothing but an ooey-gooey mess, but you can’t. You are swept away by his sweet tones. 

No one but Sun unbalances you and catches you in the same motion. He’s disarming. He's the only thing that feels right.

You slump against him in another full-body shudder. Softly humming, Sun begins rearranging your limp form, draping your legs across his deliciously warm tail as the dark end wraps your lower legs. The tightness of his coils used to frighten you before you realized how summery and soft he is. He tucks you gently against his arm, lying down to become your personal pillow.

You are so useless. It’s a miracle you haven’t faded away by now—a miracle of two nagas, no less.

“It’s also called humble flower,” he continues with a soft note. “Perhaps you could take that aspect from it as well, my water lily.”

You moan, unable to offer a rebuttal that you are no flower, but his gentle embrace covers you entirely. His chest thrums lightly with a heartbeat you’ve listened to before. A soft hum fills his throat. He continues pressing his mouth against your cheek, the crook of your neck, and the top of your head as if smothering the clammy effect attempting to surface on your body.

“Soon, you’ll rise and we can stroll through the jungle and find more flowers, more flowers like you, and you’ll feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice?” he chatters endlessly.

You can only snuggle deeper against his chest, against his warm, smooth scales, better than any patch of sunlight, and trust in him.

#for when the chills hit and you have a nice warm naga to help you through it #i wrote this late last night again #your girl is going through it #if there are mistakes just close your eyes and don't see them ty #warm fangs #naga au #naga!sun #sun x reader #naff writing #i'll add this to ao3 later too #if i have more energy i might write a third part with a certain someone

[thefrogdalorian]

Din Djarin + Chapter 15: The Believer

#din djarin #din edits #my gifs #pedro pascal #star wars gifs #HAPPY THIRD ANNIVERSARY THE BELIEVER THE EPISODE THAT CHANGED MY LIFEEEEEE #and when i say changed my life i mean rotted my brain and made a fictional man who will never love me the benchmark #anyway #i miss him #din please come home the kids miss you #and when i say the kids i mean me and when i say miss i mean lie awake every night yearning #doing well

[spitinsideme]

CLOTHES SWAP CIRCUS YURI 💪💪💪

heres a little cutesy sketch of pomni flirting with ragatha because sometimes it should happen .... sometimes she shpuld and she will

#tadc fanart #tadc #the amazing digital circus #pomni fanart #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni #ragatha fanart #tadc ragatha #ragatha #the amazing digital circus ragatha #pomni x ragatha #buttonblossom #jesterdoll #ragapom #THIS IS MY THIRD DRAWING OF THE NIGHT YAY #i love clothes swap pomni would literally die #ragatha looks so hot in pomnis clothes honestly

[nikolateslasexcellentadventure]

so uhhh hi clone high fans hows s2 so far

EDIT: DO NOT LIKE THIS POST PLEASE THIS IS THE THIRD TIME IVE HAD TO REMIND PEOPLE TO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS FURTHER IM SO TIRED OF SEEING THIS IN MY NOTIFS

Edit 2: good news fuckers i finally figured out how to mute post notifs feel free to like this now

#i saw a version with the exact same ships but whatever i made this at night when i should sleep #this is. the third fucking time. ive made a clone high shitpost while sleep deprived #clone high #joanfk #abetoph #tophabe #kahlopatra