You, with the skin made of
uneven shades of black and
purple and blue -
one day, the stars will
claim you, and you
will set alight forgotten kingdoms;
you will be greater
than kings and queens.
You, with the bloody lips,
screaming I lie, I lie
with every fractured smile -
one day, a boy will give you
all his dreams and
kiss you on the mouth;
he’ll taste like leather,
and truth and dirty words,
and your story will be
a crooked fairytale.
You, with the glass planes and fine lines
cracking at the gentlest touch -
one day, you will be made
of stronger stuff
than your father’s white knuckles,
and sharp-edged hatred;
you will rise from dust and ash,
and the world will love you
and fear you and bow down to you.
You, with the magic sleeping lightly
in your veins -
one day, your reluctant home will
crumble before your eyes,
and mountains will be
torn off their feet,
and you will try to save
every one you have ever loved.
‘Robbers’ is a love song, it was originally inspired by my love of the Quentin Tarantino film ‘True Romance’, the story of an Elvis obsessed loner who falls in love and marries a prostitute. In the movie the couple run away to California after killing her pimp and stealing his drugs to start a new life financed by a once in a lifetime drug deal. It’s the sentiment behind the film that appeals to me, the hopelessly romantic notion that two people can meet and instantly fall in love, an escape story where love is the highest law and conquers all against the odds.
As you can see, I still have no fucking idea how to draw
The first one is based on a scene from the fic I’m working on (except the actually scene is really fucked up and the only reason this is cute is because I can’t draw anything that isn’t at least 500% fluff)
The last one is actually based on @madam-reveuse’s founding father superpowers post they made a little while ago
so @bleuczernyhad this amazing pynch au where adam is dubbed as “dr. pretty” and ronan is his new patient. he comes in with injuries that start out real, but get increasingly more ridiculous with every visit. (thank you for letting me write this!)
The most interesting of stories seem to always begin with Ronan Lynch.
When he was five, and his father had denied him access to his mother’s ever famous Irish beef stew, he made it his mission to be the first to taste it under any given circumstance. No more than twenty minutes into that mission, the pressure cooker exploded, the kitchen was a mess, and both his parents found him sitting in a puddle of stew looking absolutely betrayed. He may or may not have cried at the loss.
When he was eighteen, he took his school’s “buddy” program hosted by the local orphanage a bit too far by accidentally adopting his buddy, Opal. A legal adult by then, the school could do nothing about it, and she had been living with him ever since.
And now, at the ripe age of twenty eight, he was being hauled into the hospital by his best friend due to him having gone through the most embarrassing fight in his life. Being Ronan, though, he had a knack for making anything sound badass, along with being blessed with the gift of threatening persuasion, so surely this wouldn’t be too much of a problem to brush off.
“His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if he dropped a match.” // “He could smell it, the earthy scent of rain on dirt, but also the electric, restless smell of ozone. (..) He could track the line of rain travelling across the vast dry field toward him. It was heavy and dark, and he knew he would get drenched if he stayed outside. It was coming from so far away that he had plenty of time to put the mower away and get under cover. Instead, though, he just stood there and watched it approach. Even at the last minute, as he heart the rain pounding the grass flat, he just stood there. He closed his eyes and let the storm soak him. That was this kiss.”
This is my entry for #Saigenosweek day 2 : “ I hope my feelings reach you”
I know I am WAYYYY in advance for day 2 , but I will not have the time to participate or post much during Saigenos week because of Portfolio stuff and commissions, so I wanted to at least work with this one and make this ~
(I usually just put it on shuffle so songs by the same artist appear clumped together on this list)
1. Bad Romance- Lady Gaga 2. Speechless- Lady Gaga 3. Million Reasons- Lady Gaga 4. Angel Down- Lady Gaga 5. When We Were Young- Adele 6. Remedy- Adele 7. All I Ask- Adele 8. One and Only- Adele 9. Skyfall- Adele 10. How To Safe a Life- The Fray 11. Ungodly Hour- The Fray 12. Never Say Never- The Fray 13. Flaws- Bastille 14. The Story- Brandi Carlisle 15. Please Forgive Me- Bryan Adams 16. Arms- Chritina Perry 17. Bottom of the River- Delta Rae 18. Seven Devils- Florence + The Machine 19. All This and Heaven Too- Florence + The Machine 20. Parachute- Ingrid Michaelson 21. Across the Stars- John Williams (because you HAVE to).
adam staring, then exploding into anger - slamming fists into the wall, leaving dark indents in the paint, smashing anything in his hands, bitter tears, tightened veins protruding from his hands, angry cries, blinding anger, then a heaving silence
ronan frozen because fury is too mild a reaction for something of this magnitude, flashbacks to his father’s death, pounding music blasting straight in his ears, bringing back wasps and hornets from his dreams every fucking night, driving gansey’s camaro at a hundred miles an hour at night, once and then never again
noah drifting, in and out of reality, confusion, coming back to monmouth less and less until he barely comes back at all, feeling like he could just disappear at any moment, feeling farther from being alive than he ever has before
blue folding in on herself, crumpling in her mother’s arms, images of his nice mouth and smiling eyes fresh in her mind,
quiet tears, cursing herself, because she knew this would happen, she’d known it would happen for months, but nothing could compare to the real thing