#castle rock

I wanna know

What tv shows are you watching now?

What are your favorite tv shows of all time?

What tv shows did you never finish watching but want to go back and finish?

What tv shows are you interested in watching but haven’t started?

What tv genres are your favorite?

Who’s your favorite tv screen duo or duos?

Do you prefer Netflix or Hulu or neither?

Dark places ✨

skrsgrd:

the kid hates storms. it’s something you discovered early on when he first came to live with you, and now, you’re normally able to prepare when you see a storm is forecast on the radar. you’ll set up a blanket fort in your living room and the two of you will snuggle up to watch a few movies and wait for the storm to pass. but this night, however, the storm took you entirely by surprise. it was one of those severe summer storms, and it just so happened to knock the power out in its wake. this didn’t affect you in the slightest, because you were sound asleep. but it affected the kid directly. most nights, he slept in your bed beside you, but sometimes he chose to sleep in the room you’d set up for him. he had a nightlight plugged in so that he wouldn’t be swallowed up in darkness, but the small light went out along with the rest of the power, and for a moment, he lay frozen in fear, trembling as he stared up at the ceiling. absolute terror kept him anchored to the mattress.

suddenly, he was in the depths of shawshank again, shrouded in darkness, deafened by silence. except, each beat was interrupted by a crash of thunder, and the howling of wind. it took every ounce of courage he could muster to climb out of bed and blindly make his way down the hall to your bedroom. he stood at the foot of your bed, gazing down at you and urging you to wake up, his mind searching for yours. you bolted upright then, letting out a gasp as lightning illuminated the tall figure at the end of your bed. “henry!” you exclaimed, placing your hand over your racing heart. “my nightlight went out,” he informed you, and with another flash of lightning you could see how scared he was. you were quick to pat the spot beside you, and he climbed into your bed without hesitation. “it’s okay,” you assured him, “the power just went out.” but it seemed that he was hardly listening as he burrowed beneath the blankets, moving to curl up against you. you settled beside him, wrapping an arm around him. “i don’t want to be alone in the dark again,” he whispered, clutching at your nightshirt. “please don’t let me be alone in the dark again.”

This got me like:

Two old sketches of Bill.

bill skarsgårdheaders.

-simon, roman & martin.

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