#LONDON BED

[dhusa]

STEFF LAZARUS - #twinkle #disstrack #stefflondon #londonbed

[curryvillain]

.@JadaKingdom Counterattacks With "London Bed"

Earlier, we shared that Stefflon Don officially kicked off her beef with Jada Kingdom with her diss track called, “Dat A Dat“. In the true spirit of feuds, Jada got to work, and has responded. Round one has started off in an interesting way, so here is the track, “London Bed“. Taking over the “Talibans” Instrumental that made a hit with not only Byron Messia, but with Burna Boy, Stefflon Don’s…

[galina]

Drinking up the last days of summer

[thedeafprophet]

100% Serious Moodboard for The Manager Of The Royal Bethlehem

[digitalcam-girl]

london

[ozzo-the-wozzo]

Hey guys so do we want to talk about how Lila’s entire thing is that she lies and yet the biggest lie this season isn’t coming from her... but from Marinette.

How Lila and Marinette match each other intellectually, which Marinette herself says while fighting Lila (‘unlike the other Hawkmoth you’re actually clever!’). How Marinette has always fought against Lila’s lies but is now perpetuating one herself that will probably turn out to be one of the most (unintentionally-don't attack my daughter) harmful ones in the show- and its to Adrien- one of the only people who didn't initially fall for Lila's lies.

How the thing- the lie that is going to break Adrien this season, that will guiltrip him over his final confrontation with his father, make him hate himself for not being there for the final battle, and make him feel the weight of a thousand revelations and implications and betrayal once revealed, comes not from the villain known for lying... but from Marinette.

There is something to be said about villains paralleling the hero, and BOY is this season going to be one of the most heartbreaking and craziest examples of it yet.

[viric-dreams]

Obtain an Eyeless Skull from a Forgetful Archeologist.

The Skull is tainted with irrigo radiation, which will damage your primary abilities. Don't purchase it unless you're sure you want it.

[fluffyfangirl]

✨ Byler on a date ✨

[zeebreezin]

Shout out to everyone who can’t drive the train in Sunless Skies (me) AND everyone who keeps getting distracted by the background depth in Skies while driving (me also)

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Wake Me Up (And Hold On To Me)

Summary: Lockwood x Fe!Reader (third person) -> She suffers with nightmares. Lockwood has a feeling he knows why she’s awake every night. So, he finally does something about it. 

Disclaimer: Not specifically mentioned but characters are aged up a little more than in the show. Nightmares, angst, fluff, love etc.

Sweat dripped down her forehead as she sat up. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was a water-shadow left on her bedsheets from where she had been lay. It was worse this time. Constant running, screaming, shouting and yet…nothing but silence. 

Across the room, Lucy lay fast asleep. It was like trying to wake the dead with Lucy, but sometimes she’d wake in the night and she’d lay completely still. Most times, Lucy would fall back asleep. Maybe the sounds came from outside. It was London, after all. 

But not tonight. 

Her screams and terrified yells hadn’t woken her roommate. 

Thank god. 

She took a moment to look around her. 

She wasn’t in the graveyard, or at her childhood home. She was home, at Portland Row. The moon was shining it’s light into her room from the window, a small breeze flowing in from where Lucy must have lifted it open. It provided a cool breeze to her skin. 

Taking a few breaths, she lifted the covers from herself and placed her feet flat on the ground, looking around her a bit more. 

No ghosts. No hunters. No spirits trying to kill her and her friends. 

She’s safe. She’s at home, at 35 Portland Row. 

She wrung her hands over themselves for a few moments. Her heart rate was slowly lowering to a pace that didn’t feel like her heart was about to burst from her chest. 

Standing after a few minutes, she was careful to avoid the creaks in the wooden floor. It didn’t take much thinking, though. This had now become second nature. 

Slowing herself down, she opened up the door and closed it behind her. She took her time to admire the pictures on the wall and the feel of her home. 

She’s safe. She’s home. 

She felt the carpet beneath her feet, leading the familiar path to another bedroom. 

This was second nature, too. Now, at least. 

Before, she would turn left instead of right. She’d sit in the large arm chair, watching the moon dance its beams across the bookshelves before the sun would do the same. Finally, she would go back up stairs, take the yet again familar path to her bed, avoiding the creaks, get dressed and head downstairs for a cup of coffee. 

No-one knew any different. 

But Lockwood did. 

He’d known for a while. Although, he didn’t know what it was exactly that kept her up. Insomnia? Too much tea? Too strong of a coffee in the day? 

Wrapping her hand around the door handle, she slowly crept inside before she reached her side of the bed. 

Lockwood woke for a moment. She lifted the covers and he helped her. Slipping inside, she lay with her back to his chest before she felt his arm lay across her before he took her hand in his, holding her with a gentle-yet-secure grip. 

I’m here. It told her. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re home. 

The pair drifted off together, their breaths syncing as her heart beat calmed in order to match his. 

If only he’d done something earlier, this could have been the solution a long time ago. 

He knew something had been keeping her up. After all, whenever he woke in the night himself, he could see the light in the library from under the door. He never did anything at first. After all, they’d had a busy day. Maybe the adrenaline was still running. 

But then he began to hear the phone ring - or, at least, he thought he did. One ring and the line would go dead. But, in the morning, there was a notepad filled with contact numbers and most of the research was done before they even sat down for breakfast. 

She’d lie and say they called whilst he was in the bathroom. Not that they had called at 2 in the morning and she’d already been downstairs in the living room watching and old tape of Casablanca in silence. 

Except, no matter how many times he’d ask if she was okay or if she had even slept, she’d simply laugh it off. Sometimes, she’d go to bed early - it was the only way she could get at least a few hours of sleep before the nightmares kicked in. 

But she always made sure no-one knew; or she’d at least try. Lie still when they woke up. Act as if she was asleep on the sofa at night when they all gathered to watch a movie when in fact she was more awake than the rest of them. 

However, when Lucy went away for the weekend to visit Norrie and George went to visit his mum and dad for a few days, thus leaving Lockwood and herself alone at Portland Row, there was no excaping his questions. 

Lockwood had been out for most of the day, gathering and paying for more stock meanwhile she was at home fixing the shelves of the library that had recently fallen down. She’d told them time and time again that they needed new shelves. The wood was old and starting to rot. 

So, with George away, it gave her enough time to reorganize and fix what needed fixing in the home without someone being in the way. As much as she loved them. 

Lockwood got back around 9 and after calling out for her a few times, he went in search for her to find her fast asleep in the library. Everything was fixed and looking like new. The books still had to be shelved, but they could do that tomorrow. 

Pulling the blanket from the back of the sofa, she lay it over her before switching out the light and placing the fire guard up. He didn’t exactly shut the door, but just enough to block the light out from the hallway. 

As the hours passed, Lockwood labeled all the stock and filled in the papers he needed to before George came back to strangle him. But, as he began to climb the stairs and switch off the hall light, he could hear mumbling. 

It was incoherant. Barely audible if someone had been speaking to him. But in the dead silence of the home, he could hear it. 

Standing in the door way, he pushed the library door open. He could hear it louder now. 

“Run…no…let…let go of me…”

She got louder as he got closer and before she knew it, she woke to find Lockwood kneeling on the ground beside her. 

“Hey, hey. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re with me. Hey, look at me. It’s me. You’re okay. You’re safe.” 

Lockwood could see the change in her eyes. From fighting to recognition. He visibly saw her shoulders drop before she put her head in her hands and swung her legs so her feet were on the ground. 

Now, she noticed the blanket. 

He must have covered her up. 

“Let me get you some water.”

Moments later, Lockwood came back in with a glass of cold water and handed it to her. 

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” She tried to deny it. 

“You were having a nightmare.” He pointed out. “That’s not nothing.”

A few moments of silence passed over both of them. Until, finally, he spoke again. 

“Is this what has been keeping you up at night?”

She looked to him, shocked, for a moment. She had been trying to be silent. 

“I’m fine, Lockwood.”

He shook his head. “No, you’re not.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Well, it’s not exactly going great if you can’t sleep,” he pointed out, again. “Is this how you get everything done, in a morning? Why you’re up at the crack of dawn?” 

He already knew the answer but the fact that she looked down at her feet, trying to look anywhere but at him was confirmation enough. 

He placed his hand in hers, “Hey,” she looked at him. “Next time it happens, wake me up.” 

The heat was slowly dying now from the fire, but it didn’t matter because she could already feel her cheeks burning. Maybe it was embarrassment? She didn’t want anyone knowing what she was dreaming about at night. She didn’t want to be a burden on any of her family. They all had a job to do. 

“You shouldn’t be going through this alone.”

It took her a moment, but eventually she nodded. She tried to look down again but she felt his hand on her cheek, making her look up. It took him a moment, before he moved closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“Let’s go to bed.”

It was a week before she had another nightmare that woke her up so early that it wasn’t even the next day. Any time she closed her eyes, the images and the noises would come flooding back to her. 

That was the first night she went to his room. 

Neither of them said anything. He just pulled the covers back and she slipped inside, leaning into him. He asked her a few questions, holding her hand against his chest whilst two of his fingers wrapped around her wrist. He could feel her pulse. It was racing. 

That same night, he placed a kiss to her temple before pulling her closer. 

It was the first night either of them had fallen into such a deep sleep, George had to knock on the door when passing to wake them up. 

Neither George or Lucy had any idea what was going on. When Lucy was in the bathroom, and George was in the kitchen, she’d rush up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaks before quickly putting on some fresh clothes, running a brush through her hair, washing her face in the sink and heading back downstairs. 

By the time she was downstairs, Lockwood was dressed and Lucy had come downstairs running a brush through her hair. 

Everything continued on as normal. 

And now, months after that night in the library…the nightmares were becoming less and less intense. Less waking up and feeling as if she was still stuck in the nightmare. 

They were getting easier to deal with. 

Sometimes, George or Lucy would see the pair come out from his bedroom but neither asked any questions about it. 

The way they both saw it, both Lockwood and herself look rested. They were better on the job - more alert and less on edge - and they seemed…happier. 

Relaxed. 

Some nights, she wouldn’t have to sneak down the stairs and into his room due to him taking her hand leading her up the stairs. They were both the only two awake anyway. 

And, as she climbed in beside him and he switched off the lamp and they both listened to the movement of distant cars outside, still bustling about. Even if it was way past cerfew, some still broke it; whether they worked for DEPRAC or not. 

She would feel his arms wrap around her, holding her as if she was his home. Maybe it was a stretch to think so but she knew he was her’s. 

In his arms, at 35 Portland Road, she’s safe. She’s home and nothing could hurt her. 

Not even her nightmares.

[szilverer]

unfortunately, it was inevitable for my ghostie to marry their brainwashed stalker, but they're still making it a punishment for him.

(ya might be wondering damn what makes someone inflict poor edward on themself? well, to put it simply. you take what you get)

for starters, this ⬇ was the first dream i came across after my 8 year hiatus.

so i was like, oh, ok. love? what love?

guess chasing love is a main theme for them now. good luck rei. you woke up alone, and you have no family whatsoever. you certainly don't care about that right now, but you will, your ambition will make sure of that.

cue a string of unsuccessful crushes/love interests that were either using them, only interested on something they owned, or just. straight up made their heart skip several beats and then left. (i was also focusing on LF so hard i skipped on acquaintances, and didnt start/continue MYN and other storylines that could've given them possible npc friends/platonic interests. i also thought the bewildering procession needed 125 base persuasive, which i didnt have at the time)

i feel like if they had one (1) meaningful connection that wasn't scheduled to move on without them by the end of the ambition, if there was one (1!!) person they felt would consider sticking around by their side. edward would be deadward. 100%.

but they didn't

they didn't have anyone.

this blond weirdo was the only person that would stay by their side no matter what, at least for a while, and that was only because he had no actual choice in the matter.

this marriage represents reisz giving up on chasing love. pure and simple. after months of having people to come back to they'd be left with nothing. truth or not, this was the mindspace they were in. they were just. so tired

so yeah how could they possibly not take this opportunity to assure there would be at least someone out there waiting for them. that might as well have been the only chance they'd ever get to walk down an aisle anyway.

[galina]

Big day-off energy. Went for a swim. Walking back from the pool, my wet hair drying in the warm sun, I saw the italian deli was open. Rows of sfogliatella made me think of naples, last summer. Lying on the grass in the park with my pastry I thought: this is the ultimate activity, just doing nothing. But I knew I was wrong, when I found myself dancing, losing myself in a sea of bodies at the Nubiyan Twist show. That is the ultimate joy.

[thedeafprophet]

[aeolianblues]

if you think you’re having a bad day, I just spent 4:00-5:10 AM in queue for Oasis tickets, was only 900th in the queue, was able to make my selection, proceeded to checkout with two floor tickets, entered my details and almost had them processed all the way only for ticketmaster to refuse to process a Canadian card and continue to throw me out five more times before returning me to the queue of 300,000 people. I was 900th. I had those tickets.

28 August Downsview Park better fucking be real or I’m going to cry

[micamicster]

A soundtrack for an as-yet theoretical tv show

[daughter-s-of-cain]