#midnight epiphany

[autumnweeen]

I was just minding my business and out of nowhere:

Me: Wait, even the way she held Aang after Azula killed him felt like a mother holding a child.

The Internet:

The caption was “Art inspiring art”

My brothers and sisters in Christ, you’re only gaslighting yourselves.

It was never meant to be, no matter how hard they forced it.

I don’t care that they ended up together, this is the biggest bait and switch in media I’ve ever experienced.

And you will not change my mind.

[massivemusiccherryblossom]

*jolts awake at midnight* OMFG Manwha Kim Soleum has a Lan Wangji face!!!

[astralaffairs]

Hey! The link for Midnight Epiphany in your master list is broken! I just wanted to let you know, alsoooooo your work kills me in all the best wayss

should b fixed now!!! tysm for hitting me up abt it, y’all watch out for me sm 🥺 and i love that ur enjoying my writing!!! i have every bit as much fun writing it as u do reading it :))

[harperemery]

[hasemurahandcam]

Midnight Epiphany #2

I just realized that kangaroo pouches are just naturally built-in pockets. Why the fuck do kangaroos have pockets and I don’t?!

[rideboldlyride]

Quick PSA:

Saying it with a smile doesn't make what you're saying any less horrible.

[mpdgmustdie]

    The sun is just beginning to set as you decide to go for a drive. Without a clear destination in mind, you climb into your beat up pickup and turn the key in the ignition. The light from the sunset turns the houses in your neighborhood a uniform shade of orange as you drive down the straight streets past manicured lawns and pleasant flower boxes.

    “This is my life,” you think to yourself. It was not an unpleasant thought. You thought it in the same way you would think “I had cereal for breakfast.” Not good or bad: it simply was.

    You pass your local grocery store, and then on a whim, you make a left turn.

You’ve been on this road before, of course. There’s your friend Dave’s house. You had your first kiss in his backyard. But the sun is sinking lower on the horizon, and nothing feels quite like it once did. Everything is hazy. You and Dave don’t talk much anymore, you think, perhaps feeling a little guilty. “Whatever happened?” You wonder as you near the end of the street. You turn on your blinker, come to a full and complete stop for three seconds, and make another left turn.

    The backstreet you’ve turned onto leads to the outskirts of town. You pass three dingy motels, a McDonald’s, and a Wal-mart, and then the city is behind you. The sun has slipped away. You turn on your headlights, dimly illuminating the barren landscape around you. The road twists and winds and forks, becoming a highway. Soon the lights of your city are little more than a glint in the distance. It is late, but you are not tired. You glance at your dashboard, and see that you’re running low on gas. You drive for a few more miles, and then take Exit 324.

    The billboard on the highway advertised a gas station, but you can’t see one anywhere nearby. Still, you keep driving. There are no other cars on the road with you, though you can faintly hear their soft rushes from the interstate. You continue further down the road. The noise of traffic fades, leaving only the sound of crickets. Or were those cicadas? You’d never been able to tell the difference. The road becomes bumpier. Your fuel gauge becomes emptier.

    Finally, you catch sight of the gas station. Your engine coughs as you pull up to a pump. The surrounding pumps are vacant. You quickly fill up your tank, then start rooting around in your pockets for change. The machine won’t take credit cards. You fish a crumpled $20 out of your jacket pocket, and produce $10 from your glovebox. Still five dollars short. Desperately, you scour the ground and find sixteen cents. Something about this place is wrong. The fluorescent lights are too bright, the scent of gasoline too strong. You feel that you are being hunted, though you are alone.

    You want to climb in your truck and drive away, want to leave this awful place, but find yourself unable to move. You try to scream for help, but no sound passes your lips. “The price must be paid in full,” you think. You aren’t sure where the thought came from.

    You turn around wildly, looking for help, and let out another silent scream. The previously empty space in front of one of the pumps is now occupied by a cherry red sports car, sparkling in the white light. A man is perched on its hood. Finding yourself suddenly able to walk again, you stumble over to him.

    “Excuse me,” you say. Your voice is shaky. The man looks up at you and smiles. His teeth are perfectly straight. His hair is perfectly styled. He seems almost to be glowing, though perhaps that’s just the lighting. “Could you spare some change for gas? I need to get myself away from this place,” you shiver. “Yep,” the man replies, and you feel dizzy with relief. “What a concept,” he continues, staring out into the night. His eyes look sad, as though searching for a place that is not here, a time that has long since passed.

    You want to ask him to please just hurry up and give you the money you need, but again you’re frozen. “I could use a little fuel myself,” the man says thoughtfully, looking down at his car, and you want to scream in frustration. You just wanted $5, not his entire life story.

    Finally he turns back to you and holds out a five dollar bill. “We could all use a little change,” the man finishes. He smiles, and his eyes are full of sadness, tinged with perhaps a bit of hope-

    You grab the money, give a smile that looks more like a grimace, and hurry back to your truck. You cram the bills into your pump. You do not turn around, but you can feel the man watching you. Unnerved, you scramble into your pickup and drive away. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as you race down the road in silence, pedal to the floor.

    When you get back to the highway, you turn on the radio. The last notes of some forgettable pop song drift away, and a new song begins. You quickly turn off the radio.

Not that song.

Anything but that song.

[soulsofrubacava]

Try to always be your best, be nice to those around you, be good, be kind, because good things happen to good people and you never know, maybe you are one of those things happening to someone in your life