#this is one of my faves

[scarringstars]

every clarke griffin scene: 51/???

[voiice-of-the-soul]

what did he mean by this

[fyodior]

it’s actually insane how she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. btw. forever

[muppetydyke]

Muppet Mainstage, June 3rd, 2024

“Won’t Somebody Dance With Me” was written by Lynsey De Paul in 1973. In season 2, episode 13 of The Muppet Show (1977), the at the dance segment is interrupted by Gonzo (Dave Goelz) singing the song. He occasionally tries to cut in to various dances, but is refused each time with a different joke, until he sees a chicken.

[thelasttime]

so who wants to talk about the black dog

at first i was like //oh matty// and now i'm like //oh joe//

[slithyt0ves]

"Well, iron me flat, and cut me out into a flappy rectangle shape so you can hoist me up the mast and salute your Chief!  Good grief!  It’s 2021 and we are back!"

-Rhys Darby, The Cryptid Factor, Episode 57

[world-of-advice]

[beevean]

Sonic Frontiers

Cyber Space 4-3 (Rumble Rave)

[auopielux2]

Disappearing Act ♥♥♥

[midnights-call]

Insomnia/Sunlight (Drabble)

CW// brief mention of past self harm; panic attacks; night terrors

So many nights have been spent awake in my office. If you asked me to count them, I would come back to you without a number. I’m uncertain if my insomnia predated the work, or if my work had instilled it in me. Either way, despite the work being done I struggle to make it through the night without waking up, or to find sleep in the first place.

Leonard and Augustus have said that I would occasionally wake up inconsolable, yelling at someone who wasn’t there, ripping into my wrists at bindings that have long since been undone. Poor Augustus; his brute strength made him the only person capable of preventing my nails from further tearing away at the delicate skin. 

I've always had a distaste for sleep. It is a difficult thing to admit fear of one’s own mind, and there is nowhere that the fear manifests more than when it's time for sleep. There is a special sort of vulnerability found while laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. It's that moment of weakness in the time between awake and sleep I fear the most.

I linger in my office, a cup of tea steaming on my desk. There’s little in the way of true work that needs to be done, but my office has been the place I retreat on such nights where sleep will not come. Before when I was alone, slipping away was simple. Now, I have to remove myself carefully from the entangled arms of my lovers so as to not disturb their sleep. 

“Valdemar.” It never seems to work for Augustus, however. He always knows. 

“Augustus.” His smile is warm. It always has been. Such a wonderful quality to possess. Pure love in a simple curl of the lips. 

“Come to bed,” he said, crossing the room to me. He wraps his arms around me and rests his head on mine. I lean into his touch.

“That won’t help me sleep. I’ll toss and turn and grow far more restless.” He knows. This is a conversation we’ve had a hundred times before. 

“Come anyway,” he always begs of me, “The bed is so much emptier without you there. So much colder. Come to bed.” 

“I know. It’s alright. I’ll be alright.” I know what he’s saying, the meaning hidden between the words. He sways slightly, bringing me along in a pseudo-dance. Something new. I swayed with him.

“I know. But I worry anyway. I always will.” The next part of the script, familiar and comfortable. And then, something new again. “I wish I could ease your pain. I wish I could help you sleep.” I don’t know what to tell him. I’m not sure what he expects. 

“Me too.” A rare moment of vulnerability. He stops his swaying and loosens his grip on me. I was reluctant to let him until he turned me to face him. His hand cups my cheek and I kiss his palm. 

“One day. I promise, one day you will sleep. One day, it won’t hurt so badly anymore.” I press into his touch, desperate to hide the way my expression twisted to one of anguish. His assurances have always felt more poignant than anything else anyone has said to me before because he truly believes them with all of his heart. His love is endless. Augustus is a man who will never stop hoping, who will never give up on the idea of better. 

“Thank you,” I manage to whisper. 

He kisses my forehead. “Always. I love you Valdemar.” 

“I love you too.” When I open my eyes, that smile of his is back on his face. I firmly believe it is one of the most beautiful things to grace this wretched earth. I can think of very few people deserving of such a smile, and he is one of them. Behind him, I can see the first dregs of sunrise peak up over the horizon. He is illuminated in a halo of golden light, but the sun could never hope to shine as bright as him.

Read more about this wip here x

[kesopan]

warmth in the cold

[justanartistiguess]

Kingerrrrrrrrr 😭😭😭

[puffins-and-bears]

[deadeery]

woaw…. can you believe it . gay pirate halloween 🎃

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

momlita

[gotchibam]

Chandelure ko-fi doodle for solar!