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Excerpt from Solipsist by Henry Rollins.

You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

I still can’t fucking believe Varric is the Shakespeare of Thedas

  • extremely prolific
  • writes crude garbage meant to appeal to the masses
  • yet is widely adored by nobility the world over
  • most of his stuff is just about already existing legends/tales and it’s his humanization in turning larger than life heroes into crude garbage that makes people like them
  • will probably drink himself to death on his birthday lbr
Within Your Ocean Eyes (A CS AU) Part 5/?

AU story set in our world where Killian is a pirate in the early 1800s and Emma is a local girl, who though an orphan is beloved by the people of her small town of Storybrooke Maine. They fall madly in love despite staggeringly different ways of life, and become the stuff of legend. Based off of a slight past-life hint I dropped in my earlier story ‘Steady.’ This story has a guaranteed HEA.

Ch. 1 Here, Ch. 2 Here, Ch. 3 Here, Ch. 4 Here   Also available on FF Here

A/N: Hello again lovely readers! We are back with another installment of ‘Within Your Ocean Eyes’ and I am so excited for it. It’s a lot of fluff and cuteness, a dash of jealous Killian and protective Emma, and more slow burn. We aren’t at the ‘I love you’ chapter just yet, but I swear it’s coming! Anyway, I will let the story speak for itself, but I hope you all enjoy and I thank you for reading!

After more than a few sleepless nights in the past two weeks Killian should have felt exhausted, but he couldn’t muster fatigue in the slightest, not as his feet moved him up the lane into the center of Storybrooke and towards Emma once more. Since last leaving, Killian thought of little other than returning, and now that he was back, he intended to make the most of the precious little time here in port.

How he’d muddled through another fortnight away from Emma, Killian did not know, but here he was, happier than he’d been in weeks. It was an unusual situation for a sailor, to be more at peace on land than on the high seas, but he didn’t question it, instead attributing it as another characteristic of love. Killian felt the changes that loving Emma brought in all areas of his life, and he’d learned as time went on to follow them, for they tended to lead him to more beautiful moments by her side.

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So last year when I first got my drawing tablet, me and my best friend had a couple inside jokes that I decided to illustrate. Here’s what that looked like.


Now maybe two weeks ago I decided I wanted to redraw it. It’s around the same I got my tablet last year.


That’s a year’s worth of drawing. Of random doodles, of not knowing how layers worked, of watching youtube videos for hours on end. That’s a whole year that took me from that first drawing, to the second one. I think I’ve come really far, and that’s because of all the mistakes I made. All of those messed up proportions and wonky lines that I drew. They got me here.

Improvement is something you don’t always see. Just keep going, don’t give up. Push through making those mistakes. Get a sketchbook and fill it with mistakes, because after that first hundred or thousand bad faces, or poses, or hands or whatever, you’ll have gotten better. So don’t give up. And don’t devalue your old either. It’s priceless. Don’t think of it as your trash art. Think of it as your map, your guide that led you through that dungeon (catch my Zelda reference?) of art and progress. (Art isn’t a dungeon though, it’s a lovely, open field that you found your own way through, because you had all of your old drawings, your mistakes to guide you.)

That’s why drawing and seeing improvement in your art is so amazing. It’s your own little journey. So don’t give up half way.

~Metal

This art is not to be reposted or used in any way, it is not for free use.