You Didn't Have To (Honeybee) *Tom Hiddleston Fic* by starryeyedsinger, literature
Literature
You Didn't Have To (Honeybee) *Tom Hiddleston Fic*
“Tom, can I please take this blindfold off, now?” Amber asked, getting frustrated with not being allowed to see anything.
“Not just yet, darling. Keep walking. I’ve got you.” Tom said, keeping his hands on Amber’s shoulders, steering her so she wouldn’t bump into anyone or anything.
She still wasn’t sure exactly what kind of surprise Tom had planned for her. He’d put the blindfold on her right after lunch, and told her she couldn’t remove it until he said so. He even made her wear a shirt that she was not allowed to look at first, having helped her put it on since she couldn’
hush, Serina, hush
seeing the sighs and sobs flowing from your face is torture to me
don't cry, mommy is here
speak quickly, my child
sweet little Serina, you needn't fear
we're going to our new home
a six-pointed starlit heaven
we'll be safer there
of course, you'll like it
we're not leaving anything behind
your favourite doll Sarah... she'll be there
your teddy bear Muffy can come, too
you can wear your favourite baby blue dress every day
and mommy can listen to her Benny Goodman and Louis Armstrong records for hours and hours
and we will see daddy
he'll have no gunshot wound hurting him anymore
it must have healed by now
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a pointed crystalized raindrop
hangs from the roof
what a strong, frozen will
it stays perfectly clear
the icicle begins to cry
its tears slide smoothly down its body
and freeze to its jagged tip in the bitter cold
the icicle grows larger with each session of crying
what a miracle of natural beauty it is
it should not be taken for granted
isn't it a true spectacle of magnificence when tiny droplets of water freeze
to form beautiful, individual ice sculptures
that hang from our roofs?
Stubborn Polish (Tom Hiddleston/Reader) by starryeyedsinger, literature
Literature
Stubborn Polish (Tom Hiddleston/Reader)
Filming had ended for the day. Everyone was back in their dressing rooms getting ready to leave.
You were bent over the small sink in your dressing room, arms resting on the counter for balance, trying to remove the polish from your nails. It had started to chip off, and it would have to be redone the next day anyway.
It was one of those glitter polishes; the kind that look oh-so-pretty but are difficult as hell to remove.
“Argh… dammit all!” you cursed to yourself.
There was a faint knock on your door. Only one person in the whole cast and crew ever knocked that gently…
“Come in, Tom” you said witho
Being One With The Clouds by starryeyedsinger, literature
Literature
Being One With The Clouds
living in the sky
would be such fun
I'd bathe in the rainclouds
and dry in the sun
I'd play with the birds,
especially the doves
and write lots of words
of peace and of love
I'd slide down the rainbows
and climb up everything
and wherever the wind would go
I'd ride on its wings
like a homing bird, why,
I'd fly so free
home and dry
by my cloud mist sea
when darkness would fall,
the night fully come,
I'd build a stardust wall
as a shield from the sun
I'd sleep on the moon
under a blanket of stars
the nightingales would croon
sweet lullabies through the hours
and when I'd wake
every spectacular morn
I'd be grateful to intake
a new day born
Through The Eyes Of A Song by starryeyedsinger, literature
Literature
Through The Eyes Of A Song
each individual soul
knows some sort of mindless torture
fantasies once shot for
are shredded by demons
relief from the torture
can be found through song
a never ending whirlwind of power
the power to change hearts, minds
sometimes even emotions
when no one else understands
song knows exactly how you feel
tales of past lovers and friends,
rhythm and bookends,
shine on through misty moonbeams
singing with you,
washing away the years
years of puzzling mind games
sparkling on the still life forms
of one's soul already locked between iron gates
healing, soothing, caressing
all that must be said