i am more inspired when i’m in Your presence
Your whispers go from my spirit, to my heart,
down my arm and to my fingers
and i document every praise You deserve
and all the words You want shouted
in the end, it isn’t pretty structures or
imagery that grab my attention,
it’s what’s between the lines
the always repeating phrase
that hides in every poem i write
“I love you, I love you, I love you”
You are constantly saying
even when i can’t hear it
the ever-present reminder
even when i don’t feel it.


Connie as Stevens knight. The designed is based on Rose’s banner. The scabbard and the sword are based on her weapons too.

Flat colour only.  // The music I listened to while drawing.


Finally holidays 😎😱😜😜☀️🌴☀️🌴☀️🌴☀️

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// i might have gotten a little carried away with this fanmix oi. these are some songs that popped into my head for episode 4 but can really go for the whole game, honestly. enjoy ~

afraid // the neighborhood

hear me // imagine dragons

heroine // sleeping with sirens

lucky // american authors

anna sun // walk the moon

mountains // message to bears

truce // twenty one pilots

unsteady // x ambassadors

flashed junk mind // milky chance

fix you // coldplay

when you can’t sleep at night // of mice & men

collar full // panic! at the disco

Blue Moon tonight, folks.

“Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.” ― James Joyce, Ulysses


“The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all of the acts carried out - on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air nor wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon. Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, ‘Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?’ 
The moon did not answer.
‘Do you have any friends?’ she asked.
The moon did not answer.
‘Don’t you get tired of always playing it cool?’
The moon did not answer.” ― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

Title: How Cheesy

Fandom: BTS 

Pairing: Namjin 

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG-13 

Warnings: Swearing 

Summary: Cooking dinner for the 2 of them instead of 7, Jin enjoys the empty dorm except Kim Namjoon decides to fill the emptiness with his loud mouth. Jin doesn’t hesitate to quiet Namjoon with a simple task yet both of them had no idea the chaos which would follow.

Author’s Note: I have not written in for what feels like forever but I am super glad I got back into it! This is my first Namjin fanfiction and hopefully I’ll improve with each one to come. Please enjoy.

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Battered but not Broken Part XIV

The final part!!! Warning for graphic violence.  

Read the whole thing on AO3 or ff.net

Part XIV

Oliver waits until the group stops at the safe house before he sweeps Felicity into a kiss, cupping her cheek with one hand as the other wraps around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He doesn’t care who might be watching. He just needs to confirm that she’s here in person.

She throws her arms around his neck, sinking into the kiss, opening under his lips. It takes all his control to pull away instead of continuing on in private. Still, he can’t stand to pull away, so he rests his forehead against hers, breathing her in with his eyes shut tight.

He doesn’t want to look down at the League of Assassins garb. He doesn’t want to remember what brought them to this point. He just wants to drink in her presence. 

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