Yannis Ritsos, Trans. By Kimon Friar, From A Poem Featured In "Erotica: Love Poems,"

Yannis Ritsos, trans. by Kimon Friar, from a poem featured in "Erotica: Love Poems,"

WIP Wednesday!

As before, thank you @lord-aldhelm for tagging me! Sending kisses x

Just started writing an one-shot fic for my blorbos, hope I manage to finish this one lol. Here’s one part of it:

It became more frequently that he found himself sitting beside the firewoods with extinguished embers atop, lost into the abyss of his own irksome thoughts in the middle of the night. Darkness spread wide across the land, it was only then that he noticed how quiet the nature could be when none of the living things were disturbing its peace, and how loudly his mind could function during those lonesome nights. Thoughts jumping all around yet could not be woven into a conclusion, as grasping something meaningful out of them was already hard enough. Even brains of men like Alfred couldn’t last a long day’s hard working, it seemed. He would sit there for hours, exhausted, staring beyond the horizon like a strayer in the dark, waiting the lights would come to find him. And Uhtred always found him under the guide of moonlight. At first none of them spoke anything. No one asked about the reason why the other was awake, nor did they question what made them sit next to each other insomnolent while all creatures on earth should be asleep. Silence occupied them and these lands, the only thing he could hear was Uhtred’s breath. Calm and steady, like the rhymes in those poems he adored to recite when alone in his library. And it felt distasteful to admit, of course, but in between the breathes lay…safety. Safety that he hadn’t felt for long, so long, that it even allowed drowsiness to gnaw his conscious bit by bit and eventually led him to drift into sleep. O, how much you rely on this pagan, Alfred. Not only in the waking hours but the sleepless nights?

I basically just described my insomnia lol, except good for alf for having an Uhtred.

& Sleep normally, people! Don’t stay up til 5 and find yourself losing sleep right after it. That is the worst.

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Again working on commissions :)

And some smutty smutty things going on for our favorite medieval gays that made me have to change the content label for this post. (Edit: I changed my mind. I will post normally for now but if it got banned, then you know the label will be changing into the adult only one lol) I will not elaborate.

⚠️NSFW below

(No, that’s not german national flag in the background. It looks weird and that will be changed I promise lmao)

The tomb of a pastor's wife and stillborn child in a church in Hindelbank, Switzerland, 1751, depicting their resurrection.

I wish it was easier to talk about mobile phone addiction without sounding like a boomer

the unbearable lightness of being, philip kaufman 1988 / henri de toulouse-lautrec/ peter wever / egon schiele