Adele performing “Set Fire to the Rain” at Glastonbury on June 25, 2016.
Look, all I want is this backdrop behind me at all times.
♙:Sharing a bed…
EDIT: so I realised the font was too small and my crappy eyes made a mistake, this wasn’t the prompt you picked. I’m sorry. ;-;
Marius hadn’t really been sleeping; he had been in bed, and his eyes had been closed, but unfortunately, the images he had been projecting on the inside of his eyelids had been a little too flat, not quite bright enough to be dreams.
If he’d been asleep, he certainly would have awoken when he heard the floorboards creak as Courfeyrac moved towards his bed – no, as Courfeyrac sat on his bed. No, lie. On Marius’ bed, above the covers.
“Courfeyrac?” Marius called, alarmed.
“Don’t worry, my friend,” Courfeyrac was laughing, but it was a pitiful sound, wet and weak and broken. “I am quite dressed. Don’t worry.”
The autumn night was too dark for Marius to see anything; nevertheless, he turned around, pushing his friend slightly.
“Just get under the covers. It’s cold and you’re freezing.”
Marius’s bed was barely large enough for one man, let alone two, especially considering Courfeyrac’s sturdier build. But somehow, this Courfeyrac felt so much smaller than the man Marius had befriended.
“Thank you, Marius,” Courfeyrac said, and he sounded like he was trying to smile. “Really.”
Marius bought a hand to his friend’s shaking arm. He hoped it was reassuring – he wasn’t sure what had scared Courfeyrac so much, though he had a vague idea. Battles, canons, friends injured, dying by his side. Enemies dying in front of his eyes. Marius suspected his own father had had similar nightmares. Had he ever shared them? Would Marius ever know? Marius’ father had never been able to talk about what he had seen with his son, but perhaps Courfeyrac would feel better after voicing his own demons.
Still, it took Marius nearly five minutes to ask.
“Do, uh. Do you want to talk…? I mean. I’m here.“
But Courfeyrac was already snoring softly, knees curled up against Marius’s side.
no offense but every skein of yarn should be center pull
And not require yarn gynecology to find the end.
Reblogging entirely for “yarn gynecology”
well this makes the term fingering yarn that much more awkward
I am upset that nobody took this opportunity to write “gyarnecology” instead.
“And Obi-Wan Kenobi knows, too, that to have lived his life without being Master to Anakin Skywalker would have left him a different man. A lesser man. Anakin has taught him so much (…) He smiles now, and sometimes even jokes, and has become known for the wisdom gentle humour can provide. Though he does not know it, his relationship with Anakin has molded him into the great Jedi Qui-Gon said he might someday be. “