#Breakfast in Bed

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[themetalhiro]

[therodentqueen]

Sesame Seed Saturday

[crystallinegazer]

most dramatic child i've seen in my life

[beccawise7]

Tuesday Morning Mood. 💜🖤

[strathshepard]

Nina Simone in France, 1988, by Michel Gangne

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

This is one of my favourite scenes. I think it showcases their characters so well.

How tender Stede is with Ed’s absolute chaos of a breakfast

Stede’s confident body language - he ‘did good’ last night

Ed’s calmness and vulnerability in sharing one of the darkest moments of his life, and how his belief in Stede’s love helped him live again.

I hurt a little that Ed is desperately and poignantly trying to tell Stede he wants to give up the violent way of life, but doesn’t quite have the words… but this will sort itself later.

But the little moment that gets me is the toast.

S: ‘Toast… with a bite already taken’

E: ‘… that was me.’

That was me.

First, it’s Taika’s delivery of the line. It’s so light and subtly funny. Ed’s almost pleased with himself. You don’t make someone breakfast and hand it over with your own teethmarks in it, Ed! But also, thanks for clarifying. In case it was Roach or Archie instead. Like, obviously it was Ed!

That was me.

But it got me thinking about life on ships, and Ed’s Hornighost memories in the gravy basket about Felix stealing food, and the severe punishment for that. Food on a ship would be tightly controlled. And the idea, you would take a bite out of another person’s breakfast, especially your Captain’s! It’s almost an act of insubordination.

Now of course Stede doesn’t run that sort of ship, and Stede and Ed are in an intimate relationship; but fear is long-lived, and Ed has grown up and lived within punitive cultures. I mean, imagine if he’d taken a bite out of his dad’s food!

To be so relaxed that he wanders down to the kitchens, gets food for his lover, but also his Captain, and eats some of it on the way. And openly admits to it with no bother… they’ve rekindled their previous domesticity, and more.

I think it tells much about their intimacy, but also how much Ed is healing from his past. They are just going to be that sort of annoying restaurant couple that constantly eat off each other’s plates.

Perhaps that’s a lot of overthinking about a piece of toast. But I love finding meaning in the minutiae. The little details that tell us so much about the character growth of these two.

There’s a bite in my toast!

That was me

That was me 💕

[galina]

[seabeck]

Egg song time

[vintagepromotions]

'Breakfast in Bed Charged Extra'

Postcard from 'Breakfast in Bed' postcard set (1912). Artwork by W. Ellam.

[moonandtrees]

[mjlovescm]

Being with Spencer means getting lover letters on the regular

There was something so poetic about Spencer. He paid attention to the small details and never let you forget that he loved you. Although you could hardly remember the day you told him you'd never received a love letter, you do remember the day he gave you the first of many. 

It was a bright yet cool morning. Spencer's apartment was chilly, but no match for your oversize sweater also belonging to him. The sheets are soft yet empty, without his body beside you. Work had again taken him away in the early morning hours. Spencer was as quiet as he could be when getting ready, but the lack of warmth is what wakes you up. 

Yawning, you stretch the sleep from your body, spreading yourself on the large bed. You reach for your phone on the nightstand, yet your hand is greeted by something else. 

At first, you're amused to feel the warmth of the clear plastic, but it's quickly replaced. You pick it up and revel a single red rose, breakfast, along with a cup of coffee and water. A breathy chuckle leaves you, nervous and excited at the same time. Breakfast in bed was something Spencer had made you accustomed to, but a white envelope sealed by wax wasn't. 

As you picked it up, you could feel the quality of the paper against your fingers. Spencer was a man who preferred things an older way, so no surprise his love letters wouldn't be modern. Thoughts raced through your mind as you could feel the weight of the envelope or, more so, the paper inside of it. You wondered how many pages it contained and what those themselves contained. 

Spencer was an educated man who had a way with words, no matter the subject. But just thinking of all the lovely things he wrote had your heart racing. Hesitant, you're slow to break the red seal, but once it's broken, your hands are quick to release the paper. Taking a breath, you calm yourself before reading. 

Dear, love..

[matts-girlfriend]

Breakfast In Bed - Matt Sturniolo

(english isn’t my first language)

Warnings : Angst

This is heavily based on this song

Part 2

It had been days since the breakup. Maybe weeks. Honestly, I had no idea anymore. Time blurred together when all I did was lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, drowning in the same thoughts on repeat. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, it was like he was still here—like if I just reached out far enough, I’d find him next to me.

You said that you love me

Isn’t that lovely

Because loving Matt was all I had ever known.

Since kindergarten, when we’d share crayons and pinky-promise to be best friends forever. Since middle school, when we got stuck in our ugly phases at the same time, all braces and bad haircuts. Since Year 9, when we finally stopped pretending and made it official.

Tangled in sheets

Strawberry fields

It was always supposed to be Matt and me.

Being with him was the easiest thing in the world. It was waking up to breakfast in bed, sneaking out at 2 a.m. for McDonald’s, slow-dancing in my room to songs that weren’t even romantic, but they felt like they were when we were together. His family had become my second family—his younger triplet brother, Chris, constantly annoying me like he was my actual brother, and his older triplet, Nick, acting like my own personal life coach. It wasn’t just about me and matt. It was all of them.

You promised me pancakes

For all of my Sundays

And I guess in some way

I got that still

And then YouTube happened.

At first, it was harmless—just Matt and his brothers messing around with a camera, filming challenges and vlogs, hoping to make something out of it. I thought it was cute. I was proud of them. I watched every video, liked every post, supported them every chance I got.

But then things started changing.

Just like you said

I’m eating breakfast in bed

Ever since you left

I’ll never love again

I’ll never love again

Slowly, so slowly I barely noticed at first.

A missed date here. A last-minute cancellation there. Him leaving in the middle of dinner because “I need to film, I promise i’ll make it up to you soon.” I told myself it was fine. I told myself I understood. But the more it happened, the more it hurt. The more it felt like I was losing him.

We graduated, and it should’ve been the start of something new for us. But instead, it was the beginning of the end. They hit a million subscribers. The dream was real now. And I was happy for him—I really was. But when I hugged him that day, I could feel it.

The distance.

Then, one night, I got the text.

“I’m so sorry to do this over text, but I can’t be with you anymore. I love you more than anything, truly, but for my career, I need to take this step.”

Swear I’ll die in this room

I can’t even move

I’ll never love again

I’ll never love again

I stared at my phone, my chest tightening, my whole body going numb.

This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. Not like this.

I started typing, my hands shaking. Begging him to talk to me, to tell me what I had done wrong, to tell me how to fix it. But none of my messages sent.

Blocked.

Just like that, five years together—fifteen years of knowing each other—gone.

All I got was a text.

And I completely broke.

I stopped leaving my room. Stopped eating. My mom started leaving food by my bed, her voice soft when she told me she was worried, that I needed to take care of myself. But I couldn’t. Everything felt dull. Pointless. Like the world had drained of all its color, and I was stuck in this constant ache in my heart of everything and nothing at the same time.

Black coffee’s gone cold

Just like my soul

The stains on my T-shirt

Are eleven days old

I just lay there, wasting away, replaying it all.

What could’ve been.

What should’ve been.

What would never be.

I miss you like hell

I’m spoilt like milk

If you saw me right now

You’d run for the hills

I wondered if he ever thought about me. If he ever regretted it. If he ever stared at the ceiling at night and felt like something was missing.

Just like you said

I’m eating breakfast in bed

Ever since you left

I’ll never love again

I’ll never love again

But I already knew the answer.

He had the whole world now. He had everything he’d ever wanted.

I closed my eyes, gripping the sheets tighter, wishing I could just disappear.

I made myself take a bite of the cold breakfast that had been sitting on my desk for hours, as my mind drifted.

Wondering was any of it real

How come you don’t feel the way I feel?

I didn’t lie, I didn’t cheat or kill

So, why is this my death-row meal?

part 2??

(divider by @bernardsbendystraws )

[ink-ling]

xx

[crystallinegazer]

my first ship art... are you all proud of me

[beccawise7]

Wishing you all a very relaxing Saturday. ~beccawise7 💜🖤