#the night is young

[viric-dreams]

A warm up sketch got a bit out of control. Officer Beverley, The Phosphorescent Engineer, and occasional menace.

#my art #i had started drawing the sequencer gang but wanted to make sure i had beverley's likeness #then this took on a life of its own #and i still never got back to the sequencers #but this is fine #the night is young #the night is not young i'm so tired #tomorrow's problem #anyway astra i love your terrible guy

[bigfatbimbo]

tonight we have the usual being mean to men but with a special side of dominate woman your welcome everyone

#it’s velvette btw #inbox open #also might in the mood to finally write sum subby sir pentious #the night is young

[bignasty001]

need more freaks in my asks actually ://

#the night is young #and i can't play bg3 #im dying from withdrawal #asks #yapping

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

Just had this conversation with a friend

Me: Am I... insane for working on this fic that's outside my usual fandom where it might bomb spectacularly? I've been working on it for almost a year, it'll be OVER a year before anyone reads any of it. I'm nuts right? Like I'm actually insane. What if _no one reads it_, what if it's terrible and the few people that do read it don't get past the first couple chapters? What if I spend a year and a half on this project when I should have worked on something that actually has people interested? How does anyone finish a complete fic like this before posting it?

My friend: *sipping her wine and letting my have my breakdown* You literally just described writing a book. You realize that, don't you?

#Katy is drinking soju and having Thoughts(TM) #might fuck around and delete this later #might fuck around and start posting my stories before they are even halfway done WHO KNOWS #the night is young #writer problems ftw #things I have discovered this year: I am tinkerbell. I legit think I'm dying and forgotten if I don't get applause #and I can hate it all I want but it doesn't stop it from being true #cheers lovelies 🍶

[madamebaggio]

Notes: It has definitely being a while here...

(Previously)

***

Chapter 3

Gawain watched the whole thing with a sort of morbid fascination.

Lancelot was a huge prick, so it wasn’t that shocking that he’d bring three strange women to the table, even though he was already in a relationship.

It was interesting that Dagonet had been the one to show interest in anyone. It was unheard of. The big man was extremely quiet and private, and Gawain himself had never -ever- seen him with a woman.

Not that he felt like he was about to see it now, because Dagonet lacked game. Seriously. The poor guy was acting as he usually did -taciturn and quiet -which wasn’t helpful when there was interest in a lady.

Gawain couldn’t quite gauge if the woman herself had any interest. She was talking to Gin about rugby -which they’d both played at some point- but she wasn’t paying particular attention to Dagonet. At the same time, Gawain didn’t think she was deliberately ignoring him.

It mostly looked like she hadn’t noticed his interest.

But her friend had.

The one with cat-like eyes -and smirk -was obviously keeping an eye on the situation.

Now that one… Yeah, she was something else.

Brienne was clearly quiet -and perhaps a bit shy -and Sansa was a sweetheart. She had a great smile and everything. But this Margaery… Yeah, she was in a league of her own.

You know, and hot as fuck. Gawain figured she was the type to get whatever she wanted with a well placed smile and a softly spoken word.

And apparently she wanted to get her friend laid, which would get his friend laid, so he wasn’t particularly opposed to whatever she had in mind.

He just liked participating.

“So…” He got a bit closer, so he could speak mostly to her. “What are my friend’s chances here? Realistically speaking?”

She gave him a careful look, her pretty blue eyes taking him in. “If he doesn’t open his mouth? Pretty slim.”

Gawain snorted. “Trust me, love. I’ve never seen him even look at someone how he looks at her, but asking him to talk might be a bit much.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Love?”

“Only if you play nice.” He winked at her.

That little smirk of hers got bigger. “Tell me about Prince Charming.”

Gawain frowned. “The one who kissed Snow White?”

“No. Your cute friend with the curls who’s looking at Sansa.”

“Galahad? Prince Charming?”

“He does have that look about him.” She pointed out.

He supposed so… If Gawain was the type of comparing his friends with princes and shit. “He’s all nice.” He told Margaery. “The type you take home to meet your parents.”

“How fortuitous.” She drawled. “Sansa is the kind of gal that likes that type of boy.”

“Should I give him a nudge?” Gawain offered.

She seemed to consider this quite seriously. “It might be a good thing if you do. He looks quite sweet, but also…”

“Slow?”

“I was going to say shy.”

He snorted and took a sip from his beer. “Sure you were, love.”

“Not sure I like this ‘love’ thing.”

He eyed her carefully. Gawain would never press his attention on an uninterested lady. But Margaery wasn’t uninterested; she was having fun. He could see the mischievous glint in her eyes.

He leaned in closer once again. “You do.”

She chuckled. “At least someone here is sure of themselves.”

Gawain shrugged. “I’ve never been much for beating around the bush. You look good, I look good, the beer is good…”

That made her laugh for real. “Oh, I like you.”

“I knew you had good taste.”

***

“I think your friend and Gawain hit it off.” Gin whispered to Brienne.

Brienne looked at the pair in question, and -sure enough -Gawain seemed to be charming Margaery.

It was always a bit tricky with the other woman, and hard to say if she was playing a man or not, but Brienne believed her smile was real. Maybe she was having fun here.

“And I think Galahad has a crush on Sansa.” Gin pointed at the curly haired man who was finally talking to Sansa, his smile gentle and sweet.

“He looks nice.” Brienne said carefully.

“He is.” Gin assured her. “How about you?”

“Me?” Brienne frowned.

“Yes. How about…” She seemed to rethink what she was about to ask, and change directions. “Is there anyone you’re interested in?”

“Oh, no.” Brienne was quick to deny. “I’m normally just a wingwoman. Sansa and Margaery get all the attention.”

“Well, I didn’t ask about them.” Gin said carefully. “I’m asking you. If there’s someone who caught your eye.”

“I don’t normally…” Brienne cleared her throat. “Men are usually intimidated by my height. So I’ve stopped paying attention.”

“If they’re intimidated, then they aren’t real men, love.” Gin said decisively, putting her pint down. “Dagonet!” She called.

Brienne felt herself blushing. Why was she calling him over?

“Yes?” He asked, approaching them.

“Is Brienne too tall?”

He frowned, as if the question didn’t make any sense. “No.”

“Is it intimidating?” Gin pressed.

“Why would it be?” He asked, confused.

“Isn’t she absolutely lovely?”

“Gin…”

“Obviously.” He said, no hesitation whatsoever.

Well… Now that made Brienne blush.

#madame baggio #crackship #crossover #gifs not mine #crossover pairings #au #modern au #posted on ao3 #game of thrones #sansa stark #brienne of tarth #margaery tyrell #king arthur 2004 #gawain #galahad #dagonet #Galahad x Sansa Stark #Dagonet x Brienne #Margaery x Gawain #the night is young

[multitide]

The Drinks Are On Me

#kayley gunner #the night is young

[asheanon]

@danthekickingman Because Dan loves stars. And space things in general. And I happen to have a gal who is a BIG, big fan of those things too.~

Like an endless sea, so too was the sky above.

The horizon line seemed nigh undetectable between the two. An unfathomably large canvas of black and indigo, painted by a myriad of lights - soulful and stellar - rested overhead, its reflection cast upon distant waters below. The geography made its best attempts to reach it. Mountain peaks of neighboring isles rose as high as they could, only to fall drastically short. Despite their grand stature, they too were so, so very small by comparison.

The distance forever carried with it an untameable sense of wonder. As much knowledge as sentient lifeforms who were keen on the subject had so courageously, yet carefully accrued, nonetheless, they still had that much more to learn. The mystery remained forever alive… at least, for now.

Sometimes, it truly felt as though her heart rested out there. Somewhere far, far away... even from her.

“Quite the sight, isn't it?” A stranger approached her in the starlit shadows. She had not seen them, but the grass betrayed the secrecy of their footfalls. Had they been soundless, just the same, their presence could be felt.

Though content with her gaze placed upon the nocturnal, a moment was soon spared for them. Ah, it was an interesting one! Regardless of the dark, the conspicuous visual of their very prominent brows drew her in in an instant. Surely, she had not seen their likes before - there was simply no way she could forget eyebrows like those!

There was an amity that emanated from her. Though playful, her candor could not be denied. Verbally, she welcomed this presumably unknown guest with open arms.

“Would you like to have a closer look?”

#🌠 Ashe Anon | RP 🌎 #📚📖 🔭 #danthekickingman #and there it is #the starry starter for Danny boy~ #got an epic sea + sky combo going there too #two things Sal loves #ultimate comfort atmosphere #anyway #hi Dan #meet Sal #(whether or not they've actually met yet I do not know) #regardless #the night is young #enjoy the star stuff #🌌🔭

[intrinsicmotives]

trying to decide if today I'm going to make some bad decisions..🤔

#the night is young

[sennamybeloved]

quietly added a couple helluva boss characters onto my f/o list. i dont really like the show + ive been #1 vivziepop disliker since 2015, but the characters have interesting dynamics sometimes. i likely wont post about them much, but life is too short to not have a bunch of terrible f/os. please do not scorn me i promise i will be normal :heart: /lh

#as far as im aware “dni if you ship from helluva boss” is not on everyone's blog anymore #so i THINK im safe #for the record i know the show has bad elements i am not a viv defender i am not apart of the fandom in any capacity #i just. #there are ladies in it #the night is young #let me florish #lotus rambles #【 🐝 】 ✦ * · ˚ — let me set you free │ r: beelzebub . #tags in case youd like to block or smth idk

[generouslybeautifulbouquet]

Pillow Talk (1959) 🛋

Doris Day/ Rock Hudson

#doris day #rock hudson #pillow talk #lovers #50s film #the night is young #classic

[sparkles-oflight]

If we think about it, how many of us (me) had our posts hidden from the tag? We could have trended if we had contained ourselves, we could already be trending

#joker out #it's not too late yet #the night is young

[letterboxd-loggd]

Mauvais Sang (The Night Is Young) (Bad Blood) (1986) Leos Carax

January 29th 2023

#mauvais sang #the night is young #bad blood #1986 #leos carax #denis lavant #juliette binoche #michel piccoli #hans meyer #julie delpy #carroll brooks #hugo pratt #jerome zucca

[everybodylovesnupur]

untitled

the night is still young. i can create art and use myself as a reference. i can cut another fruit with my dad. i can write in my journal, in which I've used since I was six. i can create a love song without being in love. i can read those fanfics instead of those books on my desk

#dark academia #poems on tumblr #poetry #nostalgia #pomegranates #the night is young #journaling #it hurts to see the books on my desk lay there empty #pink #literature #words #rambles

[madamebaggio]

Well, someone was in a mood today.

(It was me, it was me!)

I hope you enjoy all the updates of the night.

The next ones will be:

The night is young (and so are we)

Crystal Palace

All I see is red

The time to ask questions

Of all your pretty horses

#madame baggio #future updates #the night is young #crystal palace #all i see is red

[emaster875]

Bad cravings

Sherlock is having drug cravings. established relationship, 1k+ words.

It’s probably a good thing that his nails are short because he probably would have broke skin by now if they weren’t.

He had been scratching his arms for about half an hour (although it felt like it had been hours) not because they were particularly itchy but because he was desperately trying to ground his mind.

He was fighting his various addictions and John wasn’t currently at the flat to help distract him because he was at the clinic covering for a coworker that was apparently going to his third funeral this month and couldn’t work.

At the moment he so wanted to get fucked up. High, drunk, anything. The scratching wasn’t really helping much and he didn’t want to leave any real marks or John would know what had been going on and he didn’t want John to know he was having yet another “bad day” this week. It was pitiful how much he had been fighting himself to stay clean lately.

Cases had been few and far apart, most of them being simple which translates to not enough to keep his mind busy so like always he had been craving his own self-destruction.

“Fucking hell!” He yelled to the empty flat. He decided pacing wouldn’t hurt so he paced the whole flat all the way through again and again.

It felt like he was going out of his fucking mind. All he wanted to do was go out and find someone willing to deal to him. He wondered if any of his old dealers were still around. If they were he could just- no. He can’t.

‘Think about how disappointed John would be’ he told himself over and over again. He had relapsed before and the look John gave him was enough for him to truly try to get better.

He climbed the stairs to John’s old room (That had become their storage room since John had moved into his room) and walked in. He knew John had a spare handgun in his room somewhere and within minutes he had deduced where John had hidden it.

He made sure the gun was loaded before he took it downstairs. He flopped on the couch and aimed the gun at the wall and fired three times. 

He set the gun down and felt the dopamine from shooting the gun. It wasn’t nearly as good as the things he was craving but it dulled the want just a bit and at the moment that was all he could ask for.

A moment later though he heard footsteps that he recognized as Mrs. Hudson’s. She gave a short knock on the door before she walked in (This was a vast improvement from her usual which she had been trying to change ever since she walked in on John and him in a… predicament)

“Mrs. Hudson,” He acknowledged.

“Sherlock! Have you been shooting the walls again?” She asked looking at the wall that now had three new bullet holes.

“No, of course not.” He said and slyly hid the gun under one of the couch pillows after putting it on safety.

“I don’t believe you, There are definitely more holes in that wall than the last time I was here.” She said and turned to him.

He saw from the way her eyes traveled that she saw the red marks on his arms from his scratching. She had known him for a long time and she also knew when he was fighting addiction.

“Tut, tut,” She said “Would you like some tea, dear?”

“That’d be lovely, Mrs. Hudson.” He was suddenly quite grateful for her barging in.

She put the kettle on the stove and then left the flat to go fetch some biscuits. After a few minutes she was back with a plate full of biscuits and she went back to making the tea.

Soon it was ready and she was pouring them both a cup. He sipped his tea feeling a bit better than earlier although he didn’t have much faith in that feeling lasting.

Mrs. Hudson talked about some dull subject that he wasn’t really listening to until he excused himself to go to the bathroom and left. When he was in the bathroom though he just stood there. The cravings were coming back and they were almost worse than before. God he wished John would get back. John always seemed to be able to get him through it.

He went back out and chit-chatted with Mrs. Hudson, trying to distract himself. Mrs. Hudson did most of the chatting once again and he tried to focus his mind on whatever she was saying but his thought kept on straying.

Just when he was close to asking Mrs. Hudson to leave so he could look for a few old phone numbers the man he had been dying to see all day walked through the front door.

“Hello, Mrs. Hudson. How are you feeling, Sherlock?” John said setting his work bag down on the table next to one of his experiments.

“Fine,” he said. He had easily deduced that Mrs. Hudson had called John at work to come home early but he didn’t even care. John had only walked through the door and was making him feel better just by his presence.

“I must be going,” Mrs. Hudson said getting up “I brought biscuits for you both.” She told John.

“Thank you,” John said sincerely.

“Any time, dear.” She said and left.

“She called you didn’t she?” He asked when she was gone.

“No, of course not. I just happened to get off early.” John said but from the way he subtly avoided eye contact he could tell he was lying.

“I know she called you,” he said.

“Fine,” John said as he took off his coat and hung it up “She did and I got someone to cover the rest of my shift so that I could make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

“Thank you.”

“What?”

“Thank you, for coming home,” he said simply.

“Shit, you’re saying thank you. The cravings are pretty bad huh?” John asked coming to sit on the couch next to him.

He leaned his head against John’s shoulder and sighed “Very bad.”

“Well, I’m with you now,” John said kissing him on the top of the head.

Even if the bad days never went away he knew John would always be by his side to help him through 

I so want to get effed up rn but instead I wrote this word barf.

Tagging people <3 : @musingsofmyown @sourgrapes-aa  @helloliriels @whatnext2020 @topsyturvy-turtely @tjlcarchives​  @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek @gaylilsherlock ​

if anyone does/doesn’t want to be tagged lmk.

#fr though #I so want to make some terrible choices rn #but i won't #probably #the night is young #addict sherlock #drug cravings #tw drug mention? #Sherlock Holmes #Sherlock #sherlock BBC #bbc sherlock #sherlock and john #i am sherlocked #john watson #sherlock x john #johnlock #john helps sherlock through some shit

[free-range-tiddies]

They really called me in a mandatory meeting when I was supposed to be out with the loml

#the night is young #but STILL #wish queue were here