#night shift
Analog
Just without the horror
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Oct 31, 2020 schedule: CineMarya Set A (4PM)
She’s Perfect
by Jochelle Casilad,
She’s Perfect is a 3D animated short film which centers a girl named Mahalia, who tries to fix the hole in her chest. No one can see the hole except her, and she can still see it transparent through her clothes, no matter what she wears.
Binakol Sa Dahon
by Gary Tabanera,
“Binakol sa Dahon” is the tale of Ester, a mother falsely accused of a crime she did not commit. Judged and unfairly tagged by her family and an overly superstitious rural community, she becomes the unwitting target of abuse, cruelty, and violence, but her spirit is kept alive by her resolve to survive the ordeal. Through it all, she discovers the meaning of the word ‘family’ and summons from within a version of herself that would have been wise to keep hidden, a woman, who, despite the viciousness of the world, and her unbridled power for vengeance, chooses love and the tenderness of a mother’s heart over all.
Hakab
by Mel Aguilar-Maestro,
What does it really take to breastfeed and sustain life in the Philippines? In spite of the key legislations on the protection, promotion and support of breastfeeding in the Philippines, it has remained one of the top nations with the least number of exclusively breastfed children, and still has a stigmatised breastfeeding culture. “Hakab"“ explores the narratives of mothers in the Philippines coming from different social, economic, and cultural backgrounds braving the challenges of a repressed breastfeeding culture in the Philippines.
Night Shift
by Mariel Ong,
While inside the car, a battered driver answers her ringing phone. On the way home, she picks up a passenger and drops her off. Troubled, she quietly follows the passenger until she reaches her own apartment. She begins to hear mysterious voices. These voices become louder until she goes outside to enter a different room.
Adira
by Jorzheema Hamid,
Adira is a 16-year-old Tausug girl who was forced by her parents to marry a man twice her age. Isolated and with limited freedom, Adira must find her voice as she escapes not just a tragic night but the manipulated beliefs she was fed with.
Noontime Drama
by Kim Timan and Sam Villa-Real,
In the confines of her own kitchen, single mother Sonia struggles to prepare the perfect Kare-Kare with her daughter Leslie.
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Lucy Dacus- Night Shift
Pager painting party on night float. Intern med pager, senior med pager, and peds pagers all getting glammed up in different glittery colors.
Behold: the blue diamond. Sometimes it does feel cursed just like the infamous Hope diamond.
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Podcast: Night-shift Moms
Millions of working moms work night shifts to reap its possible parenting benefits. Cristen and Caroline look into the intersections of motherhood and shift work, as well as health risks associated with working while the kids are sleeping.
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Shout out to my fire and EMS people too- couldn’t find a pic for you but you’re no less appreciated. I hope you all stay safe and have a Happy Thanksgiving!
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hate how every third-party calendar promptly shits itself when asked to schedule an event that spans across midnight
What if I just bought some espresso equipment and set up a coffee shop that runs only between 6pm and 6am? I hate that I can’t get a decent, non-Starbucks latte when I’m at work, or hang out and write in a coffee shop during the hours I’m actually awake.
❀Pairing: Yeosang x San, Background OT8
❀Genre: Smut, Humor
❀AU:Night Shift Verse, Office Au, Established Poly Relationship
❀Rating: 18+
❀WC: 1.6k
❀Tw: Swearing
❀Sw: Nude Massage, Prostate Massage, Handjob, Temperature Play, Blowjob, Sex Toy, Cum Swallowing, Slight Exhibitionism, Body Worship Undertones, Hair Pulling
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“I should thank Seonghwa-hyung for teaching me how to do this, shouldn’t I?”
San’s voice is a deep hum as he slowly kneaded and worked out the tension knots in Yeosang’s back. The only verbal response he got was a muffled whimper into a pillow. Slowly, a smile came to his face as he kissed between his shoulder blades.
“You’re hiding your voice again. I think it’s really cute when you do that.”
San pressed down on a particular spot, and a pop followed by a surprised noise came from Yeosang’s body before a deep rumble followed it. San’s eyes turned into crescents as his smile grew, tossing one leg over Yeosang’s hips. He lifted his body and moved with a near methodical slowness, settling himself on Yeosang’s ass as he continued to massage him, thumbs pressing into the muscle, rolling in small circles that gradually got wider.
“C-can you move a bit lower, please?”
San’s hands drifted down to the small of Yeosang’s back, kneading the small of his back. Once more, he was met with a muffled moan as he worked and a thought came to his mind.
“Turn around.”
Yeosang lifted his head in confusion.
“You’re sitting on-”
San silently lifted his hips, smiling sweetly as Yeosang got the hint, turning around and repositioning himself, holding San’s hips out of instinct. San sat down, noticing the way Yeosang squeezed his hips before not so subtly trying to shift him upwards to sit on his pelvis.
San tightened his thighs around his waist and sent him a devilishly sweet smile at the deer in headlights look on Yeosang’s face.
“Ah. What do you think you’re doing? I have to give you a massage. You’ve had a longandhardday in the office today, and on your birthday, no less. The least I can do is help you unwind my love~”
Yeosang glanced down at San’s hips before meeting his eyes.
“I really appreciate the massage, I do, but my-”
“-cock is rock hard, yes. Don’t worry. I’ll get to that.”
The tips of his ears went red and Yeosang promptly zipped his lips, moving his hands away from San’s hips and watching as the slightly younger man continued kneading and massaging him, admiring his body silently. Yeosang’s eyes never left San’s face, pulling his lip between his teeth.
“You’re staring.”
“I am. You working out with Jongho and Hoseok is paying off. Even if it is making you all tense and tight.” San met his gaze and booped his nose before moving back to his arms, tracing his fingers over the stretch marks the new muscle had created. Yeosang shuddered but relaxed into the pillow, nearly falling asleep from San’s talented hands until he shifted off of his lap and moved one of his oiled-up hands down to his cock.
The blonde’s eyes shot open-when the hell had he even closed them?-and he looked down, watching San slowly stroke him as he leaned forward, kissing the shell of his ear.
“The others should be back with your birthday cake and dinner in about half an hour or something like that. Are you ready for the fun part of this massage?”
“It’s my birthday, that’s part of the gift, right?”
A spark of chaos crossed San’s expression before he smiled and leaned in once more.
“You’re lucky your birthday is in the middle of the week or I’d ride you into the sunset but then we’d both have to miss work. Stay here.” He got up and darted out of the room, leaving Yeosang staring at his retreating form.
When he came back, he had a toy in his hand and two small bowls. Yeosang lifted his head to see better, realizing one bowl had ice, and the other had more warm oil. The toy was a small massager.
He watched San pop an ice cube into his mouth, blowing a kiss in his direction before he slicked his fingers up with the oil, slowly easing one into Yeosang as he held the vibrator onto the underside of his cock.
“Fuck-”
“Ah, don’t cover your mouth.”
Yeosang caught himself mid-motion, spreading his legs and bunching the sheets under his hand instead. San smiled and kissed his hip teasingly, cold tongue tracing i love you’s and little hearts along Yeosang’s skin every now and again.
“You’re t-teasing me on my birthday?”
“Ah, no. I’m massagingyou on your birthday. You can’t rush these things, Sangie. I thought you were one of the more patient ones~” San teased, slowly working his finger in and out of Yeosang, bringing the vibrator down towards the base of his cock. Yeosang whined and twitched again, his cock brushing against San’s cheek.
San let out a faux sigh and turned his head, blowing cool air onto Yeosang’s cock and smiling as he pulled the sheets.
“You’re lucky it’s your birthday. I’ll be nice even if you’re impatient.” He wrapped his lips around the crown of Yeosang’s cock, pressing what was left of his ice cube against his cock with his tongue as he added a second finger. He moved the massager down to Yeosang’s balls, humming around his cock as the birthday boy’s hand found its way into his hair, slowly guiding him up and down.
His lips fell open while his eyes slipped closed, the quiet, restrained moans from before growing in volume as San took him all the way, settling and stilling with Yeosang fully down his throat. He ignored the slight pull to his hair, watching Yeosang’s face.
His eyes remained closed, his chest rising and falling harshly as his thighs twitched at either side of San’s head. He didn’t pull his hair anymore, realizing San had no intention of rushing, despite the fact that Yeosang could feel his orgasm creeping up, especially after the man began curling his fingers up in come hither motions.
“F-fuck! San wait-”
San swallowed around him, rolling the pads of his fingers over Yeosang’s prostate, the vibrator still buzzing against his balls. To his credit, Yeosang still kept himself from bucking and thrusting down San’s throat, but it was becoming incredibly evident he wouldn’t last much longer.
San could hear the distant sound of voices in the house, and a small glance at the bedside clock brought a hum from him that made Yeosang twitch and whimper.
“-aybe upstairs?”
San purred and began moving his head, curling and massaging Yeosang faster than before, watching as his muscles flexed and trembled. Yeosang was a bit too polite for his own good, San thought. He could fuck his throat raw right here and San would probably thank him for it, but for now, he focused on this cock humming and swallowing around Yeosang.
“S-San pull up, I’m gonna cum.”
A huff left San’s nose, akin to a laugh as he doubled down his efforts, pressing his fingers hard against his prostate, eyes narrowing at Yeosang in offense even though the other man’s eyes were still tightly closed.
“Happy birth-”
“San!”
San felt Yeosang’s cock throb as he came down his throat, with Hongjoong stopping short, wide-eyed as he held a cake in his hands. Wooyoung and Yunho nearly knocked him over as they struggled to stop their walking, bumping into him as they watched San slowly pull off of Yeosang’s cock. Jongho and Mingi peeked around Yunho’s frame and Seonghwa leaned against the doorframe, head tilted to the side as San made a show of showing them the load he had in his mouth before swallowing, pulling his fingers out of Yeosang.
“Um…make a wish?” Hongjoong blinked, a bit flustered himself as Yeosang hid his face, beet red.
“S-sorry!”
Seonghwa laughed and slowly began removing his watch and rings.
“Oh, don’t apologize. I’m sure we can find fun things to do for the birthday boy after we eat cake. Or should we eat you instead?” The mocha-haired man raised a brow and Wooyoung grinned.
“San already got started.”
“Give him a few minutes, I’m sure he’ll be ready for a few more.” Mingi chimed in and Yeosang blushed and sat up, looking at San in concern.
“Did I hurt your throat?”
“No, actually you could fuck my face till I cry and I’d appreciate that just as much. Maybe more, actually.”
Seonghwa clapped and sent them a smile as Hongjoong looked from the cake to the bed, unsure if he should come closer or let Yeosang recover.
“As much as I love hearing San talk about being a cock hungry pain slut, we have candles to blow out before blowing Yeosang’s back out. San’s birthday is right around the corner for that.”
Yeosang hid his face once more, groaning as Wooyoung, Mingi, and San burst into laughter. Hongjoong smiled and came closer, holding the cake up. Yeosang peeked from between his fingers, looking at the cake. He noticed the small white chocolate mascot in the center with the flower on his head and smiled, looking up at them all despite the blush on his face and his state of undress.
“We love you, Yeosang. Happy birthday, baby.”
Yeosang smiled and lifted his head, accepting kisses from each of his boyfriends before Jongho handed him his slice of cake. His nose scrunched as Wooyoung smudged cake icing on his cheek.
He could feel at least two pairs of eyes on him as he ate, patiently waiting.
It may only be on a Wednesday this year, but they don’t call it hump day for nothing, he supposed.
Maybe he could turn up a bit late tomorrow.
Just a bit.
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Day 8
Reflections on: Children of the Corn(1983)
- I’ve been hearing references to this title my entire life, yet never really knew what it meant. It was exciting to finally watch it - I love corn!
- As a child I think I conflated this film with Pumpkinhead(1988)andVillage of the Damned(1995). This is probably the worst of the 3 but it was still pretty entertaining.
- The protagonists drive a car with a book on the dashboard. The book is Night Shift - a collection of short stories by Stephen King. One of the stories in it is “Children of the Corn”. When a filmmaker adds these cute little winks and sly nods to their films they create a surreal logic vortex. These characters are fans of Stephen King’s writing? Have they got to the corn story in the book yet? Wouldn’t they react differently if that was the case? Linda Hamilton’s character would say something like “This is eerily similar to this story I’m reading right now”. I hate it.
- Linda Hamilton made this the year before she starred in The Terminator (1984). Her character in this couldn’t be any different than Sarah Connor. She is repeatedly denied any agency despite being smart and capable. It almost feels like she couldn’t wait for the movie to be over so her career could start. I know I am projecting but she deserved better.
- Please forgive this long rant: the male protagonist (played by Peter Horton) is supposed to be a smart doctor but he consistently makes very bad decisions and has terrible instincts. He looks like a poor-man’s Steven Weber and dresses like a Jerry-Seinfeld-jeans-and-sneakers-wearing GOOF. He’s bossy, preachy, unlikable, and pathologically arrogant. He gets lost on the highway and instead of listening to a female character he decides the best solution is to DRIVE THROUGH A CORN FIELD. He sucks. It is unclear why Linda Hamilton’s character is with him at all.
- My favourite part of the movie (besides all the corn of course) is when the main guy successfully evades a knife attack only to immediately ram his face into a pole.
- A lot of corn was harmed during the making of this film. Linda Hamilton’s character asks “What is it with this corn?” as she walks through an abandoned diner full of corn on a street littered with corn. This is a good question.
- Courntey Gains (AKA Hans Klopek from The Burbs (1989) - one of my favourites) is great as Malachai - a violent teen with beautiful feathered red hair. He plays this character as if he’s doing a bad impression of a D&D goon. His buddy Isaac is played perfectly creepy by John Franklin (AKA Cousin It from The Addams Family (1991) - another of my favourites!).
- Good basic fashion, except for Linda Hamilton’s long pleated dark beige shorts. Tons of denim. Nice quilt. Even the dog wears a yellow bandanna (which means he’s into watersports).
- Lots of menacing shots of corn.
- Excellent arts (painting and collage) and corn-based crafts (see above).
- Very weird effects. Both practical and… animated??
- Spoiler alert: this is about A CORN LORD!
- Feels like it was written AND made by kids.
- Good music - both spooky choir chanting in Latin and Runaway by Del Shannon - which remained stuck in my head for days after watching this.
- Ends weirdly abruptly.
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