#anthology my beloved

[tryhoney-moved]

i look in peoples windows!!! like i’m some deranged weirdo!

[starryluminary]

She can't keep getting away with this.

[javelinbk]

Anthology George, you will always be famous

[eel-ectricity]

BB! watch your step!

[francixoxoxo]

⋆.˚☀︎︎ Both Arms Cradle You Now ✿ ˚⋆.

𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐗 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐜 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲!!

It’s been getting better, you thought.

It’s been years since the revolution. Your nightmares hadn’t gone away, but they weren’t as heart clenching, they weren’t as horribly paralyzing. Sometimes, you’d even have a good dream.

Peeta didn’t have that luxury.

You felt your lover stir in bed beside you, moving to sit up straight. You were an extremely light sleeper, a leftover from the Games. He was breathing heavily, a hand over his heart, so of course you immediately rolled over, groaning groggily and reaching your own hand for Peeta’s strong forearm.

“Peeta?” You murmured, squinting to look up at him. His chest was heaving as he whipped his head over his shoulder, eyes round and wide with fear.

Peeta shook his head, swallowing hard and grabbing your hand on his forearm. “Just a nightmare.” He gasped, blinking away the images from his dream and intertwining your fingers. You clicked your tongue against your teeth, drawing your brows together.

After a long, long minute of squeezing his hand, rubbing your splayed palm over his back, and willing him to breathe, you gently coaxed him to lay back down so that you could move him into your arms. Peeta nosed the crook of your neck, his strong weight familiar and comforting on you. He hooked a leg over one of yours, sighing. Peeta tended to run warm, and you were refreshingly cool.

“It’s okay. Nothing can hurt you anymore. You’re safe.” You promised, your lips ghosting the shell of his ear. Because it was true. You were living in a little cottage in District 12, comfortable, cozy and safe. Well. You were certain that any house with Peeta in it could become those things.

Peeta was a strong man. Especially after the revolution; he wasn’t jaded, he didn’t put on a farse. He was truly strong, he was forgiving and loving and perhaps that’s where he got his strength from. He was strong enough to feel no shame in the way tears came to his eyes, and his fingers divoted your hips from how close he was clutching you.

You didn’t have to ask what the nightmare was about to know it exactly. You let Peeta wipe his eyes on your shoulder, bared by your thin sleep-tank. Niether of you minded the time that passed, though soon enough the room was enveloped in a warm glow. “It was awful.” Peeta admitted raspily, after a long while of comfortable silence.

It put a dull yet furious ache in your heart, knowing what the Capitol put him through. How they changed him. Your sweet, good-hearted, and strong Peeta. Of all the people in the world, why him? God, how you wanted to cradle him ‘till he couldn’t remember a moment of that torture. Out of all the people in the world, Peeta was the absolute most important to you.

“I can tell.” You murmured gently, twirling a lock of golden hair around your finger. His hair seemed even lighter, the warm light slowly filtering through the curtains highlighting his blonde locks. “It’s over, though.”

“It’s over.” Peeta agreed lowly. He nosed the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to your skin, whispering your name like a quiet prayer. “I’m sorry. I woke you up.”

You shake your head. He shouldn’t even be apologizing. “I don’t mind. I wouldn’t want you to handle it alone, Peeta.” That earned you another peck to the shoulder. “Never again.”

“Never again.” Peeta echoes you again, it’s as if in his fear-fogged mind, the words coming from your mouth are the only ones he can think. Well, until he pushes himself up on those strong arms, his nose nudging yours, those sweet, wideset brown eyes fond and warm. “It’s not too early for breakfast. I can make you something.”

You smiled up at him, your gaze flicking twixt those stupidly handsome eyes, those stupidly handsome lips. “No.. it’s not too late to fall back asleep, either. And are you sure you’re okay?”

Your husband gave a little chuckle through his nose, his lips curling into a lopsided smile to mirror yours. “I don’t need any more beauty sleep.” You couldn’t (and wouldn’t dare to) bite back the giggle that bubbled from you. “Baby, making something for you to eat will make me feel better than some shut eye.”

Not that Peeta wanted to stifle that beautiful sound, but he leaned down to press a lingering yet chaste kiss to your lips. You hummed contentedly against him, your fingers threading back into his hair. The kiss was getting to be much, much longer and deeper than he intended, and he shook his head, pulling away from you. “Okay. If I don’t get up now, I never will.”

You huff indignantly, pulling him for another peck. Peeta hums happily, but with some reluctance from you breaks the kiss again, grinning as you chase his lips. “Pancakes?”

“Yes, please.” You smile, rubbing your hand gently up and down the strong tone of his bicep, the other hand in his soft hair. God, he was handsome. Everything about him was so stupid handsome.

Peeta can’t help but give your sugar sweet lips another peck, then another, and another, until he’s pushing himself away and chuckling, “Okay, seriously. I’m going.”

Peeta gently pulled the covers back over you, willing you to fall back asleep while he cooked you breakfast. Promising to bring it to you, promising that he loved you.

Oh, you’d never deserve that boy.

Btw totally inspired by this amazing edit by lilsfilm on tt, the lyrics “Villain and Violent, Infant and Innocent, baby, both arms cradle you now,” literally KILL ME

Honorable mention to this edit by them also

[kurgy]

concert fits

[cr33pypaper]

My beloved

(planning to make more of these for side characters and maybe some more supermassive games if I can remember to :3)

[ultrabananapudding]

Jalim | Tiny Jalim, for the soul [Sleeping edition]

Headcanons:

Jason has a hard time falling asleep, but once he does, it's impossible to wake him up. He also has a habit of twitching in his sleep, which freaks Salim out. The opposite could be said about Salim where it doesn't even look like he is breathing at times.

Salim falls asleep in milliseconds, but he is an incredibly light sleeper. Raising Zain as a single parent made him ultra aware of his surroundings as he always expects the worst to happen at all times.

Salim likes the mornings the best, too bad his husband is NOT a morning person.

Before Salim moved to America with Jason, they had a habit of falling asleep "together" on FaceTime (despite the 7 hour time difference).

Reference:

[likedaylighht]

I’m just gonna log off bc talk is going to turn to clowning and I’m not in the mood

[kyouka-supremacy]

THIS IS SO CUTE

[fuckyouupfog]

They're matching ❤️

[delurkr]

In other news, I have finally solidified my headcanons about where the bathrooms are in the Clarke house 👍

(There's the full bath in the parents' room as we know, and then there's the one door you can't enter in the upstairs hallway that backs against the parents' bathroom although there doesn't seem to be a lot of space for it so that's a half bath without a tub or shower, and then on the ground floor the door under the stairs is a mystery because it could be a bathroom but also there's no other door that would be a pantry or basic storage closet anywhere downstairs which makes no sense, not even in the kitchen, so that's what it is now, a closet where you also access stairs to a basement because I said so and there's a janky toilet filled with spiders and maybe even a showerhead down there that everyone who lives in the house rightly hates. All the bathrooms are janky retrofits because against all odds I have identified the stages of remodeling that let the Clarke house be way older than modern indoor plumbing because this is how I choose to spend my time.)

[javelinbk]

George Harrison and Ringo Starr recollect going to Buckingham Palace to receive their MBEs. The Beatles Anthology, 1995.

[eel-ectricity]

my favourite mob character design

[blubary]

Doodles of the silliest that I forgot to post oops

[cherry-velvet-skies]

If these pictures don't immediately make you think of having slow passionate sex with him by a fireplace during a cold winter night then I don't know what to tell you