#it takes a fool to remain sane

[omarrudbergarchive]

[maryp50]

[isak-og-even]

We danced to Omar Rudberg’s ‘It takes a fool to remain sane’ at our wedding back in 2021 and I couldn’t be happier with how it’s accompanied me since.

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Omar at Furuvik (last one).

Did not record the whole song, I wanted to watch him. Felt like the end was nearing, and I wanted to be there, not looking at him through my phone. (That’s why I didn’t record “Red light”).

For those of us who first met Omar through YR, “It takes a fool to remain sane” is our first encounter with his musical talent, so to me it was perfect ending for the concert. Of course I wanted more, of course I could have stood there for another hour, even if he decided to read from the phonebook… but all good things come to an end. And it was a really nice ending.

Thank you/Gracias/Tack, Omar. 💜

[endofunktor]

Today's plan:

Wake up ✅

Breakfast

Watch all of Young Royals Season 3 (final season!) so I can't be spoiled by the Internet

Realise that Netflix won't release the finale until March 18

Cry

Do some math :')

[blessedchaosgod]

GUYS IT TAKES A FOOL TO REMAIN SANE

[imlovelace]

i'm excited for the new season but i'm also very curious about omar's new song for this season

[improvised-chaos]

love at first sight

[ghoulfool]

It takes a fool to remain sane, in this world all covered up in shame.. and that's true..

[amillixnvoicesarch]

[ HOIST ] :     sender lifts receiver on top of a counter as they have sex. - ( Alex ) @alexahndar

It's...RISKY, taking Alex back to Kensington Palace for the winter break, or part of it at least, but he had offered to come along, and Henry thinks that anything is better than going home alone. Bea is there, sure, but she has better things to do than to entertain her little brother at all times and Philip...well, Henry doesn't really want to think about that.

What he HAS to think about, however, is the fact that he's half naked and being pushed against the kitchen counter, groaning as his hands try to find purchase in Alex' shirt. Bea isn't home, so the chances of someone bursting in are very low, but not zero, and Henry should be terrified, but Alex is kissing him so hotly that he thinks his brain is SLOWLY melting, but in the best way.

"I...have...ah...a bed...you know?" He manages between kisses before he's being lifted onto the counter, the material a cool contrast to his hot skin, and Henry hisses ever so slightly, biting down HARD on Alex' bottom lip, fingers working to get his buttons open. "Alex..."

[misfithive]

IT TAKES A FOOL TO REMAIN SANE IS ALMOST AT 10M STREAMS Go Go Gooooo

[sillverstreets]

IT TAKES A FOOL TO REMAIN SANE

[trappolia]

FEELING HUMAN, HOOKED ON YOUR BREATH ── leander + gn!reader, 430

leander is painfully aware of his reputation; knows that you've heard rumours of how the corner room you currently occupy in the wet wick was once exclusively for him and his one-night-stands, vere's little quips of him getting some action with a stranger or two in dark alleys, and he hasn't exactly been subtle with the way he looks at you in the candlelight when you're huddled together in one of the booths. he knows that you're no fool, that you're not deaf to the warnings to stay away from him lest you fall too deep into his spell of dark magic—

but you stay anyway.

perhaps it is because he is one of the few to offer you some semblance of comfort in the unfamiliar streets of eridia without asking for anything else, or because he is the only one capable of touching your bare hands and remain sane enough to see the exact shade of your pretty eyes, but whatever the reason, he finds himself unable to care. he finds himself doing a lot of uncharacteristic things since you've come around, actually.

leander does not believe in god, has never even entertained such thoughts of a divine entity existing with the sort of life he's led since birth, but he thinks that despite your curse, you are the closest thing to an angel he's ever met. leander feels bad about it, really; the thoughts that plague his mind when he lets you trace the grooves and scars of his calloused hands, your darkened fingertips ghosting upon the skin of his forearm like a dancer from the amaryllis district. he feels guilty, as if he's taking advantage of your trust like this, even if you're the one who's touching him, but it's outweighed by that something that leander still can't name even after all those nights of laying awake in night or nursing his nth bottle of rum in the wet wick at some ungodly hour of the night; something about how you touch him like he's the only solid thing in the world, the look in your eyes when you find your fingers wandering over to the scar on his face.

there is no such thing as heaven or hell, just the monsters (soulless and mortal) that linger in the space between, but your touch is divine, and for the first time in his life, leander wants nothing more than to repent for his sins, to whisper his confessions against the warm dark-gold of your knuckles as if he could find some semblance of forgiveness in your skin.

© trappolia 2024

[chimmykai]

Ok, listen.

What if the car scene is one of the last ones?

Look at their clothes. It looks like the hillerska uniform without clothes and tie AND the trees are really green.

What if this is after the third year's graduation?

Also, look at the car.

It doesn't seem like the fancy ones used by the monarchy. But who does have a normal car?

Linda

So...

Wilhelm is finally free and young off to spend summer with his boyfriend.

Edit.

To all of you saying they're singing to It Takes a Fool to Remain Sane...

....I LOVE YOU (and now I need it to be true)

[melminli]

forever isn't a long time

summery: satoru can't imagine a time when you're not at his side

contains: fem reader, fluff, crack, microscopic amount of angst (but it's there), comfort

you have been writing for quite a while now on that stupid piece of paper you grabbed from somewhere. satoru didn't see what you were writing, and he didn't ask when you sat down on the couch beside him and started doing whatever you're doing.

he wanted to concentrate on his movie. he really did. though even he himself noticed how his attention drifted slowly away as his eyes looked at you every few seconds. "well, the shopping list is getting kinda long." he finally said with a smile, trying to figure out what you were doing.

your eyes remained on the paper. "i'm writing my will." you corrected him dryly, whereupon he needed a good minute to process what you had just said so casually.

"hah? and why would you do something like that?" he asked, and his anger only grew when he saw that you just shrugged your shoulders and continued writing. "stop it! stop writing immediately!" he shouted, fighting you for the paper because he wanted to take it away from you. "give it to me!"

you complained at his childish behavior. "you stop it, satoru! what are you doing?!" you exclaimed, trying to defend yourself from his suprise attack as best as you could by turning your hand with the paper as far back as you could, only to have him climb on top of you to reach it. "satoru! i mean it!" you yelled out as he succeeded at snatching the paper from you and then went back to his seat.

"why are you writing a will like some crazy woman, seriously..." he muttered to himself and just ignored you as he tore the paper in his hands without a second thought. without even looking at it.

you just looked wide-eyed and couldn't believe that he did that. you had invested a lot of thought into that paper. "you're the crazy one! what kind of sane person reacts like that? it's not my fault that most people in this job die before they reach thirty!" you stated, annoyed and were really pissed off at his behavior. "i'm just thinking ahead, unlike you."

he just shook his head. "well, most people don't have the strongest jujutsu sorcerer as their boyfriend, aka me. so stop worrying about it. you won't die under thirty." he promised you and could guess what your next argument would be, which is why he added quickly, "actually, screw that. you will never die, not under my watch. we will be together forever and ever, which means that you will never need a stupid will."

you looked a little worried at that statement. like, you were aware of the fact that he had abandonment issues, but this was something else. "satoru, i think that..."

he firmly grabbed your hand. "if you leave me, i will kill myself." he whined.

you just sighed and patted his head with your hand before you started going through his hair. he leaned further into your comforting touch. "okay, then i will never die." you said while you looked into his eyes and saw a smile appear on his face. you still couldn't help but tease him a little, though. "what a waste. i was thinking of getting a pink coffin and was just making my funeral playlist. thought about putting some maroon 5 and nicki minaj in there for the vibe."

satoru hit you lightly. "shut up. that sounds like we're celebrating your death or something. you can listen to maroon 5 and nicki when you're alive and well. i can't believe you said that."

you chuckled a bit. "come on, i'm just kidding. you love to fool around, don't you? why can't i do it every once in a while." you joked but stopped when you saw him get up from the couch. you followed him quickly. "satoru! i'm sorry! don't be mad."

he wasn't. how could he be mad at you when life was this short even after you promised him to live forever.