heavy falls the night

Pharaohs Playlist

Nicky’s ‘Pharaohs Playlist’ for Ahkmenrah

  • Centuries//Fall Out Boy
  • Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked//Cage the Elephant 
  • Believer//American Authors
  • Everybody Wants To Rule The World//Lorde (Cover)
  • Can’t Wait To Be King//Lion King soundtrack
  • If You Could See Me Now//The Script
  • Millionaires//The Script
  • How You Like Me Now//The Heavy
  • Born For This//Paramore
  • Fences//Paramore
  • Immortals//Fall Out Boy

Note To A Friend
  • Note To A Friend
  • Aleka's Attic

My days are heavy,
on the inside of my night.
My gaze falls heavy,
on the inside of your denial.

Better they come,
better days come.
Better they come,
better days come.

It’s your lies

My days are heavy,
on the inside of my night.
My gaze falls heavy,
on the inside of your denial.

Better they come,
better days come.
Better they come,
better days come.

It’s your lies

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket. I wish I could see in the dark.
—  Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

[help I’ve fallen into the Marichat pit]

The feather light footsteps of Chat Noir running across the Parisian rooftops came as light as the falling rain and though the storm clouds hung heavy his night vision gave him visibility as clear as day. It didn’t take him long to reach a certain rooftop, one he’d been visiting for a while now; the rooftop of the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

He landed with a gentle thud on her balcony with an easy smile, until he saw the crying girl through the window. Marinette was crumpled into a mess of tears and paper; her sketchbook was open and littered everywhere was unfinished drawings and lists with samples of fabric carefully glued in place. Her eyes, normally sparkling blue, were scrunched, blotchy red and her face was twisted into utter despair. Chat felt a part of him twist and ache in the wake of her pain.

Tentatively, he knocked softly on the window with his knuckle and her eyes slowly travelled to meet his. She wiped her eyes stubbornly and let him in, turning away from him the second he stepped inside.

“Marinette -” he breathed, reaching out to catch her hand in his own but he was just a little too late. He realised now was not the right time for a pun. “What happened?”

When she turned to face him he could see the tear streaks up close and part of him broke because she was still so beautiful, even now, and it hurt him so badly to see her crying so hard and all he wanted was for her to be happy, damn it. Without thinking, he twisted a piece of her hair between his fingers and cupped her cheek in his palm.

“Chat …”

Her voice was reduced to a hoarse whisper and she broke again, her face crumpling up and tears streaming down her cheeks. Chat took her in his arms and held her as she cried into his shoulder, great sobs heaving throughout her whole body and his grip on her tightened. He didn’t care how she got into this state anymore. All he wanted was to make her happy, because damn it against everything he felt for Ladybug, part of him loved Marinette so hard it hurt. It wracked him with guilt, but for the moment he needed to be there for her and as long as she was here he would hold her and make sure that whenever she was with him, he would make her his princess.

“I’m sorry -” she sniffed into his chest, “I’m being stupid -”

“Don’t say that,” he whispered, “please, don’t ever say that.” Without thinking, he kissed her forehead gently. She lifted her head to look at his blushing face but she wasn’t angry. Instead she reached for his collar, running the leather between her forefinger and thumb. Pulling instinctively, she drew him down to her and their lips collided in a rush of heat, tears and pangs of guilt. Her hands ran wild through his hair; his were fixed to her waist, pulling her closer and closer until no space was separating them anymore, only the fabric of their clothes. Chat’s breath was hot and desperate in her mouth and her lips were red and wet from kissing. When they drew away their gaze was met through half lidded eyes.

“Chat -”

“Are you okay?” Chat whispered, his hands clasping hers tight. She nodded with a suppressed sob.

“I am now.”

Bellamy Blake - 25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this”

anonymous requested : 25 “I can’t believe you talked me into this” (x)

Warnings: none
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader
Authors note: Hope you like it!

Originally posted by aaronswarnerr

“Bellamy, stop it!”, you whisper yell at him while he is dragging you across the hallways of the Ark. It was late, so late in fact that the majority of the Ark had gone to sleep. Not a sound was to be heard, only the heavy foot falls of the guards that had a shift throughout the night. If you had had time to think before Bellamy had bursted in your room and dragged you out, you would’ve wondered how exactly did Bellamy manage to slip away from his guarding shift.

“Oh come on Y/N, live a little”, he said, excitement practically dripping from his words. You didn’t see his face, but you could hear that he was grinning. He was up to something and it made your stomach flip nervously. You were about to get in big trouble.

“Bell, honestly, what are we about to do!”, you said frustrated, he never told you what he was scheming in that head of his. For as long as you could remember Bellamy was always there, he was your best friend and your soul mate, but sometimes there was nothing more you wanted to do than just slap him on the back of his head.

The dark haired boy stopped walking making you bump straight into his back. He turned around sporting a sweet smile on his lips. He placed his hand on your cheek and looked straight on your eyes. “Do you trust me?”, he whispered. He had gotten closer to you so his nose was brushing against your nose. You nodded. Of course you trusted him, with your life.

“So keep quiet and just follow me, okay?”, he said jokingly and in matter of seconds his back was turned on you again and you were being dragged somewhere. You kept on walking for a while, going around corners and dodging surveillance cameras, which wasn’t a challenge for you. You were used to it, usually to bring Octavia some clothes or just generally when you were up to no good, which was alarmingly often.

Bellamy stopped again, this time in front of a heavy looking door. You’d never been there before and quite frankly it was obvious that it was no place for ‘civilians’ to be. This must’ve been a restricted area and if anyone found you there, you two would’ve been in big trouble.

Bellamy opened the door and looked around quickly, Bellamy stepped inside the room first, you waited a while before you followed Bellamy

I can’t believe you talked me into this”, you murmured to yourself and only get a chuckle from Bellamy. There was no lights on, but it wasn’t pitch black, which it should’ve been. You were thrown in a loop hole, how was it even possible that the room was easy to see in.

“Bell, wha-”, you start questioning again only to be cut off by the tall boy who was facing the opposite direction.

“Turn around Y/N”, Bellamy says and looks at you. His eyes were glued on you, he wanted to see your reaction. You turned around and as soon as you registered what you were seeing your face bursted into a huge grin and you let out a giggle.

“Oh my god, Bell! It’s so beautiful”, you said and inched closer to the window.

He had taken you to the observatory. There was a window that covered an entire wall and the Earth shone so brightly it’s light illuminated your face. You had seen the Earth before, but never like this. You had never seen it from a window that big, you’d never seen in such a calm place like the observatory. You were mesmerized by it

“I know” Bellamy said happily looking at you. 

It’s so fucked how someone can completely destroy you, but you still lay in bed at night with a heavy chest wishing you could fall asleep holding them again

things ghost!ramsay would probably do out of boredom in winterfell after his death:

-move the battle’s corpses and body parts in random places in the castle like under people’s beds or under the blankets,inside the bathtubs or even hanging from the ceilings

-make kitchen cutlery float causing heart attacks to servants and cooks (when he doesnt pin them to wooden doors by the clothes with said knives)

-make heavy armor and battle items fall down the stairs during the nights for the sake of waking the whole castle up and causing insomnia and exhaustion in people

-put animal’s severed heads in front of people’s chambers every morning

-throw doors and windows open during snowstorms so that everyone can enjoy the wonders of winter

-hide food and various supplies until they rot so he can enjoy watching people starve during the winter

-cut an inch of jon’s hair each night until he goes completely crazy because he absolutely can’t think of any reason for his hair to get shorter every day