#sickburnsides

[alienwlw]

sickburnsides replied to your post “black spot family (all 3 of you) if you have a scene request go ahead...”

hhhh ANY laurene/teddy bear Friendship Moments would kill me dead also hi hello love your work thank you for your service

yes!!! gladly; and thank you <3333

[thecoffeetragedy]

hmmm then how about benvolio from r&j / retj? i love that good good boy

Absolutely! :D vaguely inspired by the hungarian musical production/that bit it in second french production where he just collapses during duo du désespoir my boy!!

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He’s never known silence; all his life Benvolio’s been surrounded by noise - music-voices-shouts-yells, laughter, moans, yes, and please and you stupid boy, Benvolio, come back here or I’ll-

Now there is silence. The crowd is gone now. Possibly someone is crying - he thinks it might be his aunt, or Lady Capulet, but it barely registers in Benvolio’s brain because the quiet is too sudden, too violent, and it’s killed any other sound surrounding him. Romeo’s gone. Mercutio’s gone. They were singing and laughing and shouting not even an hour ago, and suddenly they’re gone and he can’t hear them anymore.

Stupid, stupid, come back!; he chases after the sound of their voices, but they’re already running away from him and he can’t catch up, he’s too slow, too stupid, not important enough - wait for me!

(There’s a man standing over him - Friar Lawrence - and he’s talking, but Benvolio doesn’t want to listen, doesn’t want to hear him, doesn’t want to think about him because If he does he’ll stop running and he’ll never hear his friends’ voices again.)

[shadowofthemoth]

i'm having benvolio feelings this fine wednesday so may i humbly request for the 10-minute fic meme: benvolio + moonlight

Just Like The Moonlight 

Benvolio rarely feels comfortable sleeping with even the smallest amount of light.  Lamps, candles, phone screens or glowing indicators on various pieces of equipment are all equally irritating, so he always makes sure none of those can disturb him. It is easy to simply turn the laptop off for the night and hide the phone under a spare pillow. Drawing the thick, dark blue curtains closed is usually more than enough, too, to keep all the lights from the street out. 

But tonight it’s different. Tonight his own room, he room he knows like the back of his hand and even better, feels too dark, too gloomy, the darkness like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest, seeping through his nose into his mouth, and throat, and lungs, and into that huge hollow cavity somewhere deep within - he’s not sure where exactly - the one that appeared not too long ago. How long has it been, two hours? Two days? Maybe two months? Two years? Two of… something. 

Two.

Thump, thump,

The two of them.

Thump, thump. That must be his heart. How so? There should be no heart, there should be only a huge, hollow, horrifying emptiness where his heart had once been. 

Thump, thump. One, two. No, just one. No longer the two of them. Just one of them left now. Just him. Just Benvolio now.

It is too dark.

Tonight, Benvolio opens the thick, dark blue curtains instead of closing them. 

The moon is huge tonight. Huge, like the void inside Benvolio. Huge, like Benvolio’s love for someone who is gone forever, someone who was buried two days ago. 

The moonlight is bright. Too bright, even. Too bright, just like Mercutio’s cheerful smile; too overwhelming, just like Mercutio’s whole personality; and it’s probably making Benvolio’s blond hair glow like he’s a character from some ridiculous anime. That’s what Mercutio would say if he were here. Or maybe he would say some other nonsense, something absolutely illogical and funny, and it would put a smile on Benvolio’s face.

But the moonlight isn’t Mercutio. You can’t touch it, you can’t hear it, you can’t feel it. You can only see it. Mercutio is all touches, and hugs, and warmth, and loud laughter, and sparkling eyes, and searing hot kisses, and… 

…and maybe Mercutio now is the moonlight. Benvolio can’t touch him anymore. Benvolio can’t hear him anymore. Benvolio can’t even see him anymore - except in the pictures on his half-charged phone.

Maybe Mercutio is just like the moonlight. 

Tonight, Benvolio goes to sleep with his curtains pulled open and his laptop perched on a pillow next to him, screen brightness set to 100%. Mercutio is smiling at him from a ridiculous blurry photo they took at the prom, and maybe, just maybe, Benvolio will be able to pretend that everything is alright.

As long as the moonlight fills the room. 

[montparnasse]

for the meme: NEXT

ok here’s the next part of my current westworld fic!! two new sentences— oops 💕

Despite her usual predilection for nightmares, Clementine falls asleep as soon as she closes her eyes, breathing evening out at an unnatural speed. Elsie lies awake beside her, and although she knows she should be suffocating under the weight of what she’s done, she just feels pleasantly buzzed. Her pulse is still thrumming with adrenaline and something else too taboo to ask, although she doesn’t think that Clementine would judge her if she knew.

[midnightwinterhawk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Authority Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Apollo/Midnighter Characters: Midnighter, Apollo (The Authority), Angela Spica | The Engineer Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Swearing Summary:

The Carrier takes The Authority into deep, sunless space, with no explanation as to why. As the days without sunlight stack up, Apollo begins to feel the effects, and Midnighter begins to worry.

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Fuuuuck, this is just absolutely perfect. It made me cry. 

Midnighter/Apollo fans, this is just.. *chef kiss* 💙💛

[artigas]

as it was and dinner & diatribes

Describe a moment or place in your life you’d most like to return to. While I was visiting the Isle of Iona, I went on a hike with a few other visitors to eventually get to the highest point of the isle. The hike up breathtaking and even though the land had a lot of boggy, wet ground and I absolutely got drenched in mud, I didn’t have it in me to voice a single complaint. The air was crisp. The sights were absolutely beautiful. When we got to the top, you could turn an see Scotland on one side and a different, distant isle on other. Foggy and faded soft with distance. Far away. 

But the moment I would want to return to is not climbing to the top, but resting in the middle. There was a little pocket where the earth dipped beneath huge stones and a sort of fairy ring of stones there, good enough to sit on. The geography was such that all the wind was cut off by the stones. We sat in perfect silence and we took a moment to meditate or pray or simply observe and that moment there was one of the most strikingly peaceful moments of my entire life.

Tell us about about the last time you lied to get out of a social engagement. I realize this question sounds like there’s lying involved, but I haven’t been lying about this- I’m on the last month sprint for my thesis and, because of that, I’m buckling down and turning down all social engagements until I’m done. So far, I’ve turned down a few dates, a dinner, a party, and a trip to one of my fave cafes : ( all woe is me

[humble-wayside-flower]

@sickburnsides replied to your post: what is the first album you remember buying with...

OHHH MY GOD THAT VINE IS PERFECT

I LAUGH HARDER EVERY TIME I WATCH IT

BUT I FEAR I MADE A MISTAKE

THIS IS NOT TECHNICALLY A VINE

BUT I FEEL IT IN MY SOUL

[sameenbyhat]

for the wip meme: cautious/cautiously

From the Black Jewels Girl Genius AU I’m working on with @pfdiva,

“Carefully, for in this he could not be anything but a cautious man, he reached down into the depths of himself.“