#a midnight passage

[lesbianshepard]

you know how marco polo saw an indian rhino in sumatra and, instead of thinking, "perhaps this is completely different creature than the one I am thinking of," he just went "oh man, we really got our depictions of unicorns wrong" ? monsignor pruitt and the horrifying murderous blood drinking "angel" in the cave.

[aseuki]

Ward against shadow, bringer of dawn and light...

[vamprlestat]

design for the track ‘fall for me’ by sleep token | whale fall | from here to eternity, caitlin doughty | midtnight mass, mike flanagan | the amber spyglass, philip pullman

[thewandererh]

Decided to render one of my soul designs from a bit ago in a sketchy messy style :]. Meet ToyTie ⚓️🔱!

[atherix]

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: mumscarian Characters: Mumbo Jumbo, Grian, Scar (hermitcraft) Additional Tags: Oneshot Series, timeskip fic, Fluff, Angst, vampire mumbo jumbo, Watcher Grian, Elf Scar, Tubbo makes a guest appearance, Tango makes a guest appearance in c1, Mentioned Flower Ranchers Series: Part 27 of Midnight Summary:

Time passes.

[gibsonsgirl]

uh oh, i'm falling in love.

oh no, i'm falling in love again.

oh, i'm falling in love…

i thought the plane was going down,

how'd you turn it right around?

[inked-up-gentleman]

He had said, "I am a man" and that meant certain things...It meant that he was half insane and half god.

John Steinbeck, The Pearl

[cinematic-literature]

Old Boyfriends (1979) by Joan Tewkesbury

Book title

Midnight Express (1977) by Billy Hayes and William Hoffer

A Book of Common Prayer (1977) by Joan Didion

Going Crazy: An Inquiry into Madness in Our Time (1976) by Otto Friedrich

Living Well is the Best Revenge (1971) by Calvin Tomkins

Heavily Tattooed Men and Women (1976) by Spider Webb

Maya Plisetskaya (1976)

Secret Passages and Hiding Places (1974) by Jeremy Errand

Dispatches (1977) by Michael Herr

Collected Shorter Poems 1927-1957 (1962) by W. H. Auden

Slapstick (1976) by Kurt Vonnegut

Colette: A Taste for Life (1977) by Yvonne Mitchell

The Laszlo Letters (1977) by Don Novello

Cheap Chic (1975) by Carol Troy and Caterine Milinaire

[cosmicrhetoric]

listening to the i shall wear midnight audiobook like this wont fix me but at least i get 2 hear one of the most beautiful admissions of love ever written

[tytofurcata]

She gave him a necklace with the musical symbol that means “return here” saying that he should always return to her and never leave her side. Idk man, I think it’s a little coda pendant

[folliesandfolderols]

Writing prompts day 9

From this prompt list. I set a goal of writing at least 150 words per day in 2024, which sounds pretty pathetic but if you take into account the fact that I haven't written any fiction since 2019 it felt like a feasible target. Anyway I've finished the first draft (it topped out at 88k words) and will be unlocking each post as I edit.

read from the beginning here

Day 8 here

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71. "How are you feeling?"

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They all had nightmares, and they almost all had protocols for how they were supposed to be woken up in case they dreamed around someone else.

Dick didn't react badly to being touched, so usually a hug was the right choice until he opened his eyes.

Jason had to be left utterly alone until he woke himself up, and then sometimes whoever was with him was allowed to sit next to him without talking while he clutched the knife under his pillow and pretended he wasn't pressing into their side.

Steph needed someone to call her from safely out of arm's reach, and then hold her hand while she stared at the ceiling.

Cass dreamed silently, without providing a clue of what was happening in her sleeping mind. Her companions only knew she'd had a bad dream if she chose to tell them.

Duke would wake himself up and then talk about literally anything else. It was the job of the person with him to laugh at his jokes and act like nothing had happened.

Damian was mean as a snake for a good half hour after being awoken from nightmares unless it was Dick who did it, so whoever was with him had to be careful not to be caught checking on him.

And Tim . . .

Well, Bernard had just straight-up called it creepy, though only in the most affectionate way when Tim was past the worst of it. Tim couldn't disagree with the description. His brain wouldn't shut down even in the middle of relived trauma, and he usually ended up talking out loud in his sleep, so whoever was nearby got half of whatever dialogue he was trapped in. He'd had a lot of run-ins with talkative villains, people who preferred to frame their violence with words. So if he was having a bad dream, usually the best way to help him was to talk back, to tell him he was safe and it was over.

Of course, none of that helped when he wasn't dreaming, like right now. Standing in his father’s apartment. His father lay on the floor opposite Captain Boomerang.

“Oh God . . . oh God, not again . . .” he quavered in the doorway. “I'll get it out . . . I'll get help . . .”

You should've .  .  . tried harder . . . Jack whispered.

You weren't drafted, his own voice added. You waltzed right in and demanded this role. So why are you so bad at it? No answer? Beautiful. Then we'll just have to run it again, won't we?

“You think this is a game?” Tim demanded.

Wow. Fifty-two times and not even close. Not once.

His father lay dead on the floor again.

“I can save you, Dad- - you just have to trust me. I can do it--I have to do it!” he panted out.

Face it, Bird Boy, you can't save anyone. You’ll get everyone you know killed someday. It's just too bad that your best was never good enough.

His father lay dead on the floor again. 

Batman didn't have any training when his father died- - what’s your excuse? Stephanie sneered. Now stay back before you get anyone else killed!

“Stephanie, wait!” he shouted after her. “You can't do this! You're one of my best friends! I can't lose you too - -”

You wanted to carry the world on your wings, little Robin . . . the doppelgänger rasped.

His family lay dead on the floor.

How do you even go on breathing? the other Tim asked, acid in every word.

“Leave me alone,” Tim cried, but none of it made any difference because they were dead again, they were always dead on the floor and it was always his fault--

"Ssh," a voice said in his ear, low and soothing. "You're home. You don't have to save anyone tonight."

Tim sobbed and curled into a ball. Everything was so cold and he would never see anyone he loved ever again--

But heat curved to press against his back and wrapped around his chest, pulling him close to the person still murmuring reassurances. "You're no longer there. You're in your Nest and there are no active threats to the others. They're finished with patrol and in bed."

With another shuddering sob, Tim finally woke fully and pushed his body even more tightly against Damian's. The dark surrounding them was a relief when he still saw the bodies sprawled in puddles of blood every time he blinked.

"I'm awake," he whispered when his voice started working again. "Thanks."

Damian brushed a kiss against his temple. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts but that's it. Fuck. I'm so glad I'm not really there." Tim overlay Damian's arm with his own and pulled it closer to his chest.

"As am I."

day ten here

[h-f-k]

rank debut tracks?

no thoughts with this ranking, just vibes.

Teardrops on my guitar

Cold as you

Tied together with a smile

Should've said no

Picture to burn

Tim mcgraw

Our song

The outside

A place in this world

I'm only me when i'm with you

A perfectly good heart

Invisible

Mary's song

Stay beautiful

[thethingything]

oh right I just remembered it's another fucking traumaversary on top of the other stuff that's making us feel like shit. awesome /s

[lostandnouned]

Two people throwing limbs around like chimps in the middle of the room between all other couples swaying to the beat. One bat-eyed individual peering at the stage, taking in every breath of the moment—every ounce of color. A long haired and long lashed woman, stinging her fists in the air as the words from my mouth buzz from her own, threaded along line after lyrical line. Three loose marbles strolling their way across the floor, weaving through the fumes and tunes around them, trying to find the friend who’d gotten lost in the crowd.

I perform for you as much as I do

for myself.

[ace-of-gay]

Person whohas only seen the movies "Youre back in your twilight phase? Shameful"

Me who has read the books time and time again "baby i never left, you dont know the plot til you watch the movie through the pages in a book, you become devoted when you force yourself to stay up to read those 30+ page chapters"

[muirneach]

objectively i know it’s december but emotionally it’s still like nov 12 yknow