'It's midnight, and we've just started into the witching hour.
This is Stevie Wayne, on top of the world tonight, and I'll be here right up until about one o'clock.' - stevie [on radio]
t h e f o g, 1980 🎬 dir. john carpenter

seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from Belarus
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from France

seen from Singapore

seen from France

seen from France
seen from Türkiye

seen from France

seen from France
seen from France
seen from Ukraine
seen from France
seen from United States

seen from China
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
'It's midnight, and we've just started into the witching hour.
This is Stevie Wayne, on top of the world tonight, and I'll be here right up until about one o'clock.' - stevie [on radio]
t h e f o g, 1980 🎬 dir. john carpenter
When you've known someone for so long you forget when you didn't know them sometimes
When you've tried to kill each other so many times, and only they ever succeeded.
When you've come back so many times and yet you keep running into them without fail
And when the fighting is over, you start to notice the little things
How cold they are to the touch
How light and agitated their sleep is, and how heavy they breathe
How they occasionally bang their head against the wall when they remember how old they truly are
How much they care, still, after so long and so much
You look at them
And you start to wonder why you ever fought them at all
the urge to play Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" as the background, while you are lying on the side next to mitsuya. In the middle of the night, with the shutters up so that only the light of the moon and stars are brought into the room. That faint light that barely allows you to see the features of his face, and of his chest that rises and falls following his breath while he is asleep.
You settled next to him, while he who hugs you despite being asleep, as an instinctive and unconscious move. You sink your head into the hollow of his neck, and his lavender perfume floods your nostrils. You stayed like this for a while, observing his chest move, also listening to the regular beats of his heart.
His closed eyes, his light smile, his disheveled hair- all illuminated by the light of the moon that makes the figure of takashi asleep even more magical.
That surreal moment, and that looped melody in the background will carry you gently in morpheus's arms.
it's almost midnight, but I had this brainrot so here's for y'all some love for takashi🏃♀️ <3 (fluff, comforting)
Buenos noches my friend.
Tis midnight. ✨
Why is it midnight. This is homophobic.
Anywho... I kight end up writing a lil story about them all to tell their stories better. But in the meantime I have Jackie missing Orion. Phoben's comforting her.
"Auntie... If you miss him so much ehy don't I arrange a visit?"
——————————
haha they are REALLY gonna miss him when i kill hi-
happy birthday, alive girl
Finally writing Nione’s story.
drew a thing from this fanfic which was insanely adorable. been meaning to draw somethin for it for a while then my hand slipped
also sorry for the poor lighting it’s in the middle of the night and i only have one lamp in my bedroom haha,, ,