#midnights memories

[aguuuua]

los tiempos siempre cambian 😿💙

#1direction #1d #take me home #up all night #made in the am #four #midnights memories #liam payne #niall horan #zayn malik #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry #ziam #larry is real #larry stylinson #ziam is real

[yugiohz]

brotherhood

#everyone forget for a second that endeavor very intentionally separated shoto from the rest so shoto basically has zero memories of and #with his oldest sibling they’re basically strangers well whatever #i wanted to give dabi a Godzilla shirt ie the more mature and edgier version of shoto’a shirt #but I’m not drawing Godzilla at midnight snork mimimi #bnha #todoroki toya #todoroki shoto #dabi #my art

[egophiliac]

(it probably wasn't actually Idia's fault)

(or was it)

some quick initial reactions to celebrate Diasomnia Day One! it felt like a bit of a short intro, but oh, what a tasting menu of things to come.

#art #long post #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #it's been thirty seconds and already #lilia is sending himself to a farm upstate where he'll have lots of rabbits to chase #malleus does a whole flashback to his most embarrassing childhood memory #ponytail lilia CONFIRMED we have a CONFIRMED SIGHTING everybody #idia does a surprisingly good crowley impression. this is not important to the plot but it's important to me personally. #also silver is probably a cursed prince or something WHO CARES look at these COOL ACORNS #the mental image of silver and lilia having that little heart-to-heart about the ring #while sebek is five feet away sorting laundry #absolutely incredible #meanwhile yuu continues to just have no survival instinct whatsoever #if a horned man approaches you at midnight and goes 'wouldn't it be nice if we never had to say goodbye to anyone ever?' DO NOT SAY YES #also if he starts bragging to you about his sorcerer ancestress DO NOT be like 'yeah but...did she maybe kind of suck' #'was she just super unlikeable personally speaking' #we are so lucky that for some reason malleus is really into all of our weird bullshit #okay shutting up now i promise #i just have so much to say and so few tags to do it in

[lightscamerabitchsmiile]

karma is HER boyfriend🩵

#taylor swift #taylornation #the eras tour #taylorswift #1989 taylor's version #midnights #tswiftdaily #swifties #taytay #tswiftnation #tswiftlyrics #tswiftcreatorsnet #tswiftgraphic #music #memories #london #karma #lana del rey #i love you taylor #health #blue #fashion #taylurking #uk #kawaii #t swizzle #kpop icons #ed not sheeren #fan art #drunk taylor

[we-r-loonies]

"the marauders would be a punk band! a rock band!"

they would be one direction. they wouldn't take anything seriously. sirius and james would make up dances and perform in sync. they'd stop shows to make fun of fans. they'd call someone's mum on stage. peter would tip water on everyone.

#marauders #they would release midnight memories and feel like they're the most badass band ever #the marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #one direction #band au #marauders band au

[freakshowcowboy]

hello.

#this is based on the scene when cas first enters jimmy just before he tells claire hes not her father so i almost captioned this #new body who dis #but i like this too much to make it a joke #castiel #supernatural #draws #spn #anyways im not joking when i say i lost like 5 hours drawing this #i hadnt drawn in probably a couple months by now and the euphoria of drawing again put me on such a high i started this at 7 #then suddenly it was midnight and i was dizzy bc i hadnt eaten since lunch #i have like. maybe 30 minutes of drawing this in my memory everything else is a haze

[jaywriteshome]

Happy 10 year anniversary to midnight memories

I love this era and album so much :’)

#one direction #midnight memories #1D #directioners #harry styles #louis tomlinson #niall horan #liam payne #zayn malik #i miss them #can someone please give me a reunion already #i’m dying here

[kariiimm]

You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces

#sad quotes #overthinking #silence #self talk #anixety #sadnees #lost #darkness #midnight thoughts #black and white #toxicity #toxic #anxious #exhausted #heavy heart #broke up #confused #cold days #deppressed #kinda depressing #painful #paranoia #psychopathy #split #hunted #memories #faded #quotes of the day #quotes #trauma

[iluvreid]

IMO Boyband Reid gives off ‘Midnight Memories’ vibes

Like look at this little pookie and tell me i’m wrong

#spencer reid #criminal minds #mgg #mgg pics #i need this man biblically #dr spencer reid #one direction #midnight memories #harry styles #louis tomlinson #matthew gray gubler pics #matthew gray gubler #zayn malik #liam payne #niall horan #iluvreid chats

[midnightdemonhunter]

what's on the first floor again?

#d20 #fantasy high #adaine abernant #aelwyn abernant #fhsy #dimension 20 #midnight draws #finished s2 so can officially post and rb art hell yeah!!! #so so normal about this ep and scene #memory related stuff always fucks me up and god. the vault's on the first floor. #did not expect this to be one of my fav dynamjcs of the season and yet!!! #she cast SHIELD. when they were SLEEPING. MAN. #also lol...seven torches here...whadda hell

[aguuuua]

enemigos mortales compartiendo ropa 💙💚

#1direction #1d #up all night #made in the am #midnights memories #four #take me home #liam payne #zayn malik #niall horan #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #larry is real #ziam mayne #ziam is real #ziam #larry #enemigos mortales

[anna-scribbles]

thirteen update 🍂 🎹 🏠 👻

chapter 2: November

chapter summary:

She was in a good mood. If she was ever going to take it well, it would be now.

“Maman, what if I went to school this year?”

excerpt:

“Heh.” Adrien flicked a finger beneath his chin and strutted the length of his bathroom floor, glancing at himself in the mirror. He twirled a rose—a red one, one he’d grabbed from the vase downstairs—between his fingers and then presented it to the mirror with a flourish.

“Haruhi!” he declared, “the spring of my heart surges upon the sight of your fresh smile, my love. My heart beats at the command of your drum! Your face is the fierce longing of my soul, and I present to you now this token of my lavish, undying—”

A sharp knock clicked against the bedroom door and Adrien froze, his hand still passionately hovering over his heart.

“Adrien?” Nathalie’s voice called, and Adrien—true to character, if he did say so himself—startled so hard that he slipped and fell onto his butt on the tile.

“Yeah?” he called, hastily pulling himself up and trying to find a place to set down the rose.

Nathalie peeked her head through the bathroom door and took him in, his rumpled hair and the too-small blue blazer he’d saved in the back of his closet for occasions such as…this.

“You have a guest,” she said flatly, and Adrien could not for the life of him figure out whether she was making fun of him.

She left before he could decide, and then it was only a matter of seconds before his bathroom door was thrown all the way open and a blonde ponytail bobbed into view.

“Adrikins!” Chloé crashed into him, wrapping him up in a hug that nearly knocked him over again. “It’s been way too long. You’ve been neglecting me. Aw, did you get me a rose?” She plucked it from his hands and then scrunched up her nose. “Ew, is this real?”

“As real as the current that springs from the well of my heart,” Adrien invented, and Chloé frowned at him like he’d just spoken Greek. “Nevermind.”

She looked him up and down and scrunched her nose up even more. “What did you do to your hair?”

Adrien frowned at his reflection in the mirror and pushed his hair further over to the side.

“I was trying to make it look cool.” He’d been trying to make it look like Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club.

“It looks like you just rolled out of bed.”

read on ao3

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #miraculous #thirteen #adrien agreste #emilie agreste #my art #HAPPY NOVEMBER(<-girl who procrastinates. it is the last day of november) #still. it counts. #shout out to me for deciding to draw a title card at midnight last night. #a weird thing abt me is that I have such a hard time drawing emilie. even here I had to cut half her face off. #something something ghost of a person. not tangible enough to pin down not even while she's still alive. just the idea of a perfect mother #a beautiful memory #what is it like to be the dead wife before she's dead? #etc etc. anyway there's endless tamaki suoh references in here. sorry #(<-isn't sorry) #I love fact checking myself in my own tags #okay happy thursday everybody I gotta do my work now

[justanotherspeck]

"I hadn't seen you for 600 years; I could still paint you from memory"

#midnight burger #midnight burger podcast #terric of york #SHUT UP #(don't actually) #also when clementine was like “call me my love again” girrrllll #anyway yeah I'm normal #if you couldn't paint me from memory 600 years after you last saw me im sorry it might not work out

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism

as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.

Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.

it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.

“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.

“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”

his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.

and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.

the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.

the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.

“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.

“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.

he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.

“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.

“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.

“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.

“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.

“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.

you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.

is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?

“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”

you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?

#this got. so long. sowwy #but I thought about this ummmm Sunday night #but I was DRAINED from writing 7k words of scorned past midnight and then having to edit it skdjfkf #so I was like. okay. put this idea in the drafts. NOW ms dory memory #anddddd I love this so very much #would’ve loved to turn this into a full fic #but it’s so exhausting trying to write long fics recently bc of this multichap #I’m just not used to it and I can’t do two things at the same time #and I already have like 9 fics on my list to write!!!! lol #but there is something so alluring about film major bkg 2 me #I think hes awkward and comes off as mean but he really is just that serious about his work #but he’s #also a creep for you LOL #definitely think he agrees to become ur muse for art as like a trade off #and you get that boy into SO many humiliating positions 😵‍💫 #I need. to lie down. anyway. #I wrote this at 1am and was scared to post it then cause I didn’t think anyone would see it #so here it is in the morning :) #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[connectingwithsoul]

Were we real ? I sometimes wonder if we ever happened.

@connectingwithsoul

#love #limerence #nostalgic #memories #cant let go #i still miss him #right person wrong time #soulmate #twin flame #quotes #emotions #Day Dreaming #i miss you #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #midnights

[onaperduamedee]

"And took whatever price they wanted."

#the wheel of time #moiraine damodred #wot book spoilers #wot fanart #towers of midnight #thinking about Moiraine undead again #about the price paid in flesh and memories and probably sanity #about the fact she's not completely human anymore #about the fact she walked out a place that killed Lanfear #about people not recognising her #because if a life can change you several lifetimes will make you unrecognisable #in my head her return is less Gandalf the white and more Lady Stoneheart #also she can have sharper teeth and more golden eyes #fanart #book: wheel of time #character: moiraine damodred