Details of Michelangelo’s masterpiece “David” 1501–1504
What is trully impressive is that Michelangelo was 26 when he started David and just 21 when he started la Pieta… how can someone carry all this in their soul being so young…
Thanks, I’ll pretend you meant that.
Oh yeah…they are both so convincing!
Silent Vigil series by laughter_now | Complete, 13K, Hurt/Comfort + Angst
"His vigil at Harvey’s bedside has been mostly silent over the past days, but now it feels like he can’t stay quiet for any longer. He keeps calling Harvey’s name, murmurs reassurances and all but outright begs Harvey to finally wake up." (x)
for kyoy & ellie ; thanks :)
Everything is perfect in this post!
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#I choose to deliberately believe that Harvey can’t believe Mike stayed this time #there wasn’t even sex last night #just falling asleep together when they were too tired to do anything else #and here Mike is #in his bathroom brushing his teeth #shirtless #Harvey can smell the coffee in the kitchen brewing #and it hits him like a shot that this is how he wants to wake up every morning (weaponsofclassdestruction)
Harvey slowly woke up, unconsciously stretching his arm out to hug the person right next to him.
He opened his eyes to find an empty spot on the right side of the bed. Of cause it was. It always was. Mike had never stayed over at his place since they started “the thing.” Claiming he didn’t have anything to change into the morning or whatever he could come up with, Mike always left in the middle of the night.
Then, Harvey saw Mike’s phone. The one with a ridiculous phone case. And a sock on the bed table on the other side. The older man couldn’t help but smile.
Last night they didn’t have sex. It had been a long three weeks. A case full of shitstorms. When the opponent finally agreed to settle, all Harvey could do was stuff Mike into the town car and dragged him home. Barely changed into shirt and yoga pants, both of them fell asleep on Harvey’s giant bed within seconds.
“…It’s a good day for singing a song, Yes, it’s a good day, how can anything go wrong…”
A soft mubble voice flew in the bedroom. Harvey turned around and saw MIke brushing his teeth in the en suite, tapping his foot with the rhythm of the song. Suddenly, Harvey felt something strange went through his heart.
Jessica had always said Harvey drifting between one night stands was because he didn’t know what he wanted. Well, he knew he wanted his name on the door. But, he never knew what kind person he wanted right next to him. But, now, this moment, Harvey knew.
That person was right there in shorts and his old Harvard shift.
Harvey got up and walked over to the bathroom. He took the toothbrush away from Mike and just kissed him. Surprised, Mike still went alone.
“What was that for?”
And Harvey just sang, “You know you gotta get going if you’re gonna make a showing And you gotta get the right away.”
It had been a very long time since Mike had last questioned whether or not there was in fact a God, or anything divine at all. Well, aside from the day Grammie died that is. Death makes everyone question God, even just a little bit. But aside from that, Mike hadn’t really thought about the Divine as existent or nonexistent since the first time he’d gotten high. Really high. Not one joint and sleeping for a few hours high, so high he blacked out for the last three hours, twenty two minutes and seventeen seconds, only to wake up on the roof of the apartment building where he and Grammy lived at the time. Trevor was passed out next to him, spread eagle on an old blanket they’d somehow managed to carry up there with a six pack and some snacks. The sun was rising, a golden, cleansing hue of light across the dark sky. Mike watched it climb higher, over the infamous skyline of the city, bathing the world around him in a sort of holy light.
He wondered if there was in fact a God.
Maybe there wasn’t a God.
Maybe there was.
Then, he reasoned, it didn’t really matter.
Next to him, Trevor was asleep with a beautiful smile on his face, something divine in his features and the way long thin fingers curled around Mike’s wrist. There was something divine and lasting in the way the light washed the city of it’s nightly sins and woes, something divine in the way he could hear people rising to greet the day. There was something divine in known that, when he returned to his apartment, Grammie would be there making breakfast and kissing his cheek.
That, Mike reasoned, was just enough divinity for him.
Funnily enough, the next time he found himself thinking about God and whether or not he believed in said voice from the sky, he was also on a roof, watching a sunrise. The key differences that time being that Trevor was over thousands of miles away across the Atlantic, Mike was stone cold sober, and that the morning didn’t just promise a warm breakfast and sunlight washing away their sins. It promised a perfect future for the first time in his life.
-Crowning Glory, marvey ficlet WIP
just messing around with an idea, not sure if it’s going anywhere yet
i just need harvey curled, big spoon, around mike on the couch with a blanket draped half-assed across them, CNN muted on the television and a cashed joint sitting in an ashtray on the scuffed up coffee table in mike’s apartment.
i need harvey pressing sporadic quiet kisses at the base of mike’s neck, and mike pressing hard against the front of harvey.
i need mike to get his shit rocked by harvey, and mike begging and pleading for mercy and whispering fervently for more.
This this and more…
The two of them they fill the room! So much bigger than life!
Benedict Cumberbatch photographed by Mark Seliger at the 2014 Vanity Fair Oscar party (x)