#it’s due at noon tomorrow

[tothequeerphenomena]

I NEED to stop doing my art uni work last minute bc I just know I will not sleep until 7 in the morning

[girlblocker]

im trying to be less of a neurotic freak these days but

[kyorru]

guys i made a severe lapse in judgement…

[justicecaballer]

making 3 minutes of music is not that hard. ive done it before. surely i am capable of doing it again, for a deadline <- fool

[curiousscarletteyes]

Reading @nezumivc103221 's headcanon post gave me the most random inspiration at 5am on a Sunday. It has been a really long time since I have dared to post any kind of writing on social media (RP or otherwise) so I hope you all enjoy a very small musing.

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Getting ready for work in the morning was interesting, to say the very least. Shion was required to be at work exactly on time; not a minute too soon and not a minute late, due to his boss being very specific about the time they clocked in. It was a quirk that he had grown used to and even fond of, despite his coworkers' various complaints and objections. They believed that their boss was stingy and didn't want to pay them for extra work.

Yet to the boss' credit, they were paid well. Far more than any similar position in the area and while that was enough to raise eyebrows, Shion learned to simply do his work while he was there, ask no questions, and then return home. Should there have been anything criminal going on, he was happy to overlook it. He was close to someone who had far more than enough of that on their plate already.

But the problem with time was that it was relative. And in Nezumi's house, where each clock was different depending on the location, season, and weather— that had presented a few problems. Especially in terms of being on time.

If cell phones had not existed, Shion would have no hope of ever getting to work on time. The clock on the stove was always off, leaving the kitchen completely dark in the morning as he stumbled in to make his morning coffee, having to pull the shades open for some small semblance of light. Occasionally in his half-asleep musings he considered what might have gone wrong with the clock and the various possibilities of fixing it before he realized that it being off was completely intentional and not an innocent flaw. The bubbling of the kettle often snapped him out of his thoughts. He kept the whistle off to avoid any additional noise that wasn't already caused by his attempts to get ready.

His alarm already woke the man beside him once. He had learned to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking him again.

Nezumi's sleep schedule was not as regimented as his own and when Shion awoke in the morning, it was never guaranteed that Nezumi had any specific amount of sleep, if he was even in bed at all.

Some mornings he woke up alone.

It was just a fact that he had grown used to living here. One he had learned not to let bother him.

The clock on the nightstand beside the bed had run out of batteries a while ago, according to Nezumi. And despite how many times Shion had brought home batteries to fix it, they always somehow went missing.

The clock above the piano in the living room was one of the few that worked. But it was always an hour off. At the very least, that one offered Shion some semblance of time in a home that seemed to lack any of it. But once the weather started to warm and the nights grew longer, somehow it seemed to right itself. As if it were waiting for the first display of fireflies blinking in the evening to suddenly come alive again.

Nezumi's internal clock was impeccable. Likely a result of everything he had gone through, his work and the lack of working clocks in his own home. He used his cell phone just as Shion did, but despite how good Shion had gotten at determining time, Nezumi was always better.

It was one of the things he loved most about him.

[raiiny-bay]

spent the whole weekend doing school work, now it’s too late to do any of the other things i wanted to do….

[boyentity]

the way i would rather get electrocuted again than write this stupid essay

[dreamlanddeluxe]

Im goinnnng to bite my arm off

[demadogs]

guys my thesis will be done tomorrow can you fuckin believe it

[lvllns]

1600 words of a 3500 word essay done and i want to eat drywall only a little bit

[danishprince]

tbh i've never understood the desire to closely map out the timeline on succession. like, the time being out of joint fits thematically.

my interest in 1:1 shakespeare:succession comparisons is kind of nil but, also—for instance, hamlet does not track at ALL time-wise and that hasn't affected its popularity. and in both cases i think you can argue for the individual character psychologies physically shaping the form of the work. we as an audience are so steeped in hamlet's grief/indecision/mental distress that time literally stretches out in the early acts.

same's true for succession i think except in their case it's more Cycle Repeats Faster. Cycle Repeats Faster. Cycle Repeats Faster. and so does time along with it, even if from a purely realist perspective it doesn't quite track lol. zero shade to people who get their kicks by tracking how long season 2 passes etc, but i'm more interested in the thematic temporal distortions

[chitaquagirl]

feeling super nauseous n ill and i finally had some soup which was good but now i’m so fucking sleeby and i have a midterm to finish in less than 2 hrs..

[review-anon]

//Well whatever Mikado is planning to do with Shuichi and Himiko is gonna have to wait since we hit our image limit.

//You knew this was gonna happen.

//Anyway, tune in tomorrow whenever I get the chance to get asks out.

//Because you know, its Christmas Eve. I'm not gonna be sitting on my arse all day.

[bed-bug-and-beyond]

My current art project might make me lose it

[supernovaa-remnant]

girl help why are imitation poems so difficult

[teruthecreator]

wow i sure do love my job -__- can u guys feel the love radiating off this post -__-