#2 am thoughts

[astral-aromance]

I feel like 99% of the Silmarillion fans forget that Fëanor was actually a very likeable guy for most of his life.

That is literally a significant part of why people followed him. A lot of people loved and admired him. He wasn't mean to random people, and definitely not "a toxic husband/father." The whole point of his story is that he was universally beloved, which is what made his fall so impactful.

[oxfordelise]

When Franz Kafka said that he is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived, i felt that on a deep emotional level.

[luv-unknwn]

Soft Daryl - ♡

♡ how daryl secretly loves when you run your fingers through his hair, nails gently grazing his scalp while he's falling asleep in your lap.

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♡ imagine daryl letting his guard down around you and just letting you hold him. him crying into your shoulder while you rub his back, and he tells you anything and everything about his past.

♡ coming back from a difficult run to see you smiling at him, waiting for him to fall into your arms, completely vulnerable.

♡ the first time he kisses you in front of the group, and he doesn't want to let go, holding you against him for whole minutes never wanting it to end.

♡ "i love ya, y'know that?" "prettiest girl i ever seen" "i'll keep ya safe, honey"

♡ daryl coming back from a run with a beautiful ring, getting down on a knee under the sunset, and asking you to marry him despite the way the world is. "marry me? know the world is shit but long 's i got you dont care how 'nything else turns out"

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a/n: idkk, it's 2 am on my BIRTHDAY and i cant stop thinking about this man like AAAAA anyways just some thoughts im having 🩷 barely proofread cause i dont have time for that agshdgehgd

[hunter-burton]

Hi guys it’s been WAY TOO LONG since I’ve drawn doai have Alex with Lashes !

[strugglingsapphic]

ONE DAY, i will get a drawing of Chloe with daffodils spilling out of her mouth

ONE DAY, i will get a drawing of my toxic bridgella in a dungeon scene

ONE DAY, i will get a drawing ofshorts chloe and over size shirt red

ONE DAY, i will write a really good descriptive scene about Chloe and her thing for Reds hips and waist, just for Red in general

ONE DAY, i will be able to write FUCKING FLUFF

[ayamari-no-goshi]

It’s after 2am, so time for random thoughts.

Something had been nagging at me regarding that one panel of Jason from The Boy Wonder #2 by Juni Ba. His eyes are shown as virtually colorless. (Panel below)

As others have pointed out, there are a lot of stylistic and background details in the issue showing varying perspectives of how people, including himself, perceive him. It could be related to that somehow (I am not an expert in how colors represent emotion, but if this is correct, I’d suspect it’s related to his perceived isolation/loneliness).

But, the color makes me think of something else. Eyes often look cloudy after death and slowly turn opaque due to processes involved. With how scarred he’s depicted, I honestly wonder if his eye color is a nod to his death. (Apparently, this thought has been haunting me for like 3 hours)

Random side note on that thought. If you ever want to depict this in a fic, you can also add tardieu spots - what look like large splotches of blood from the decay of the blood vessels (they can occur on other parts of the body, but tend to look different elsewhere). Or a tache noir - a dark line formed horizontally across the center white of the eye if the eyes remain open for a few hours after death. For an extra creepy factor

[elizakai]

You know how Dancetale battles are just. Dance battles?

Yeah, take that, now also make dance fights a very literal in world mechanic. ( Dancing isn’t optional when fighting )

Great, now make it so that anyone who enters Dancetale and participates in a fight is also forced to dance 🙂‍↕️

[lewmagoo]

i personally think it isn’t right that lewis looked so good playing a corrupt and reprehensible youth pastor…like you can’t look at this man and tell me this isn’t the sexiest he’s ever looked

[lovelyymeq]

I wanna be like Nara Smith when I grow up

[moosemann404]

I just know Doug was fucking punching the air after they got GLaDOS ‘under control’ because now the robot knows how to pretend oh fuck.

He heard her ask for neurotoxin and he was like 🤨🤨🤨 no fucking way they fall for that, and then they did and Doug realized in that exact moment that everyone in there was going to die because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YES, HENRY? YOU MEAN THE SHIT SHE KEPT TRYING TO KILL US WITH, HENRY? THE STUFF WE HAD TO TAKE AWAY SO SHE WOULDNT KILL US, HENRY?

In general I just like to imagine Doug incredibly bitter and over Aperture’s bullshit but he’s also stuck there because this is a ‘big break’ or whatever.

[creatingnikki]

you tell me you don't like poetry. that you prefer a messy text with bad grammar but authentic emotion. and I smile and tell you that my poetry is a lot like that, a list of drunk texts at 2 am I never sent the person I wrote them for. minus the bad grammar. but authentic emotion? but words that aren't pompous? expression that's human? that's what my poetry is. and now at close to 2 am, I want to send you some texts. authentic emotion. lower caps. lacking punctuation perhaps. but what would I say? I'm not drunk. and I'm not in love. maybe one day you will read my poetry and wonder if in another universe we would know each other better and how wonderfully authentic that would be, how spectacularly human.

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Eddie: Last night, a mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.

Buck: That's very interesting?

Eddie: And I started thinking. Like, it was trying to get food, you know? What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed shut and snapped my neck?

Buck: Eddie, are you ok?

[willowtreebee]

MELJAYVIK AND KALLURANCE.

SAME ENERGY, DIFFERENT UNIVERSE.

-Me at 2 am last night

[sanelyinsanemiss]

[ninasdrafts]

Who would've thought it'd be holding your hand where I'd lose my footing? After all we'd been moving in tandem half our lives. The question plaguing me is not the why or the how, it's the when. When did we lose sight of each other? When did the ache of missing you turn into relief inspired by your absence? Perhaps when you started seeing my wins as your losses. Perhaps when you wanted to be heard to be so bad, you forgot to listen. Our story has two sides, I know. I turned into a ghost for you. An empty casket haunted by memories that'd lost their shine long ago. I no longer wanted to talk about the sunlit past, glorified treasures of time that felt bigger for you each day because nothing came after. I no longer wanted to pretend we had a future together going forward. We didn't. We don't. I knew, you knew, but we didn't voice it. We couldn't. Things like this happened to other people, not to us. Ugly truths are hard to admit, but how ugly are they really when they feel like the first breath of fresh air in a year? I'll say it: I miss the times we lived through together, but I don't miss who I was with you. I'm doing better now. I'm doing better than I ever was and that's what you can't stand. And this is why we can never go back to what we once were.

-the ugly truth / n.j.

[avyanna-grace]

Oh to be loved...

What a novelty it is to be loved,

But who am I, daring to write about something

That I have seen only from afar,

How could I write about love

when I've never been the poem

but always the one one who bleed writing for others.

-AG