Vices 'and' Virtues - Mikey Way x Brendon UrieDid you know that Mikey Way is just, amzing? The way he straightens his hair, the way he obsesses over unicorns and squirrels, yes I said squirrels. The way he sleeps is the best though, his soft breath breezing across his silky fringe, his eyelids closed ever so perfectly over his hazel eyes, even when not wearing his glasses, have beautiful specs of green that are highlighted. His body, though it's lanky, is nicely toned, not too much not too little, just perfect. I lifted my head up from his chest and brought my lips to his cheek as carefuly as I could. I then realised I hadn't told him how much I actually loved him, I had told him that I love him but not really how much.Vices 'and' Virtues - Mikey Way x Brendon Urie4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mikey???" I whispered into my boyfriends ear, gently waking him.
"whaddaywant" He groaned back at me.
"I love you.." He smiled up at me and kissed the top of my head and held me closer
"I love you too Brenny" I smiled up at him and placed my head back on his chest.
"I may never sleep tonight, as long as
Cazar ideasCazar ideas4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue
we came as rescue, i think.flaking churches fall like snowwe came as rescue, i think.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around your undetonated bombs
coats the inside of your mouth--
are just melting
inside your periosteum,
i hope you know
that you're cursed.
(but we are all, aren't we?)
inside skyscraper limbs and
i hope you taste of me
(of the army invasion, sorrow, dirt)
Cliches I Have Datedi.Cliches I Have Dated1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anna collected stardust
like pennies, except
pennies are worth something.
Claire had ink
running through her veins; dead,
from an unsterilized needle.
Robin had birdbones
strung together on windchimes.
Sarah’s eyes were always
to the sky, and never
Lizbeth took my breath away
with every punch to the stomach.
Rosalie had too many things
in her ribcage; emotional adrenaline
triggered her arrhythmia.
Emily left me
for a boy with starrier freckles.
I am one cat away
from a stereotype, or one girl
closer to a happy ending.
checkmatecheckered weaved flowerscheckmate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
die in cyber-coned teeth
between blood-ash pinnacles
like weeping statues
while i stand dying
we'll stare at
the monsters behind
Treachery's BiteThat summer we thought we felt the Fimbulwinter upon us. We thought that Ragnarök had come.Treachery's Bite1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was two weeks after Álfröðull turned: we looked to the heavens and there we saw Sköll, closer to his quarry than ever before, nipping at her heels. We saw her stumble; we saw her fall. We saw him beginning to swallow her.
Oh, she eluded him. She is running still. But we have seen the span of that great wolf's jaws, and we have seen the terror that comes in the darkness.
Our sun will not last forever.
Sherlock- BoxJohn blinked at the box in the middle of the floor. It was fresh, new. The label on the side was addressed to Speedy's café, so John knew it wasn't originally meant to be in the flat. Mrs. Hudson wouldn't randomly leave a box in the middle of the floor, and John definitely hadn't had anything to do with it, so that left Sherlock.Sherlock- Box3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As far as things Sherlock brought back to the apartment, a cardboard box was mundane, at best. That was part of what worried John. He moved to examine the box, speculating as to what could be inside.
The first thing that he noted was that it was upside down. The bottom of the box, which was now the top, was still sealed with packing tape. Closer examination showed that the tape across the top of the box (now tucked underneath) had been peeled off, so the only opening was at the bottom. This also meant that it had been opened, which reduced the fear that Sherlock was stealing a café's mail.
With a huff, John plopped down in his chair, staring at the b
Canning SeasonCanning season is that wonderful time of year when you never have a moment to yourself - it's all four in the morning mason jar sterilizing, neighbors making coffee in your kitchen before you're even dressed because they have cabbage, too (or carrots or apples or string beans) and you've invited them over with a truck load because you know extra hands make all the difference.Canning Season2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's the time of year when the kitchen is never comfortable - if the water's not on to boil, the oven is warming and full of jars, or the space around the table is all buckets and elbows, paring knives, sweaty brows and chatter.
There is never silence - even in that ten minutes of processing time, when everything stops long enough for a hurried dinner, there's the water-bath-bubbling, jar-rattling rumble of the canner, or the joyous gunshot snapping of the lids as each jar seals.
Those days are filled with wood smoke, steam and the smell of apple butter reducing in the large copper kettle that once lived with your
The Quest of the Golden BoyThe present hour, tarry still awhile,The Quest of the Golden Boy7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and from within the depths remove
the theory of my memory
of which I might reprove.
Beyond the light that never was
on sea or on the land,
come what might, despite respite,
I never felt more damned.
I have seen everything in the light of eternity,
and I have been so tried;
I have taken up my arms to them,
I go in fight to die!
Owing no one but my heart's debtor,
I have stood with my hand upon sword,
and have heard within the long night of death:
'blessed are the dead that die in the Lord'.
If in life's winter I should remember your love
the night would be filled with stars,
and I will feel the breath I took long ago
shall be gone, but shall never be far.
Has this been my artistic error,
that I have passed but I did not give?
Be my guestAt the evening all Stern Ritters gathered in the common room to talk and spend some time with each other. This time they behaved rather calmly, so Haschwald was glad that at least today their rest didn't turn into another noisy mess as it often happened.Be my guest2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, soon enough Haschwald heard, to his displeasure, the sounds of quarrelling, coming from the far part of the room. The blond Quincy sighed, rose from the sofa and headed there.
"So you are not that cool as you trying to look after all."-Bazz-B said mockingly.
"Don't underestimate me and my abilities, boya~"-Askin replied imperturbably.
"Then prove it to me. Come on, Nakk Le Vaar! Or maybe you are too scared to fail?"-Bazz-B asked.
"Hmm. Should I? I am not sure that our commander will approve this."-Askin replied, nodding to the side.
Bazz-B looked in that direction and noticed Haschwald, who was staying nearby with his arms crossed.
"Oh, Hasch-san..Were you listening to our talk?"-Bazz-B asked.
"A bit. But it was enough to unde
5'6 in heels5'8.5'6 in heels10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
36, 25, 38, it'd be nice.
long, healthy blonde hair,
typical caucasian female.
miles of legs,
collarbones of a model, yeah.
how pretty, yeah.
i went in for a checkup, momma made me
get my blood panel done.
it's always the same. blood pressure,
check my ears, hold me down for the
life that runs inside me because needles are
nasty. she made me step up to the
wall. my mother snorted.
she made me step onto the scale.
my mother 'tsked.'
i'm half asian and the other half white and i couldn't
give a damn about what i would have
to give up to be either or.
46, 32, 48, give me a break.
the man in the diner calls me sweetie and
asks how i got so pretty.
i can't afford to put my alarm clock on snooze.
i roll out of bed,
pull two-sizes-too-big jeans on and button them.
i tuck my uniform shirt in. i go to the bathroom.
the lights don't come on until
i have brushed my hair at least twice; once to get the
knots out a
Prince's TaleCouple: Juha Bach x HaschwaldPrince's Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At that morning it was really noisy in sultan's palace. Many servants were running up and down the stairs, preparing for something special. Cooks at the kitchen have been very busy since the early morning, for some reason cooking much more delicious meals than usual.
"We must hurry! He will arrive soon!"-servants repeated from time to time.
Meanwhile in more quiet part of the palace pretty girl in a dancer's outfit named Bambietta ran through the corridor and rushed into prince's apartments.
"Wake up! Wake up! Or else you will miss the honored guest's arrival!"-she cried.-"WAKE UP!"
A couple of seconds later a luxury pillow, aimed at girl, flew from somewhere. Noisy dancer immediately evaded it with one graceful move.
"I was already awake. No need to shout like that."-young man said, sitting on the bed.
"All right. Let's hurry then."-Bambietta said.
They left the room and ran through the various corridors, also using some secret passages to shorten the pat
.hangman, could you show.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
me the ropes? i'd rather do
it all on my own
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,You Were Not An Aquarium Boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
PuppetShe looks at him with glassy, lifeless eyes,Puppet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So full of innocence, so completely naïve.
She taunts him with pure porcelain skin,
And straight needle brown hair,
That pricks his beautifully scarred, tan skin.
The liquid trickles down her starving form,
Marring her white dress with unsurpassable beauty,
The beauty of his pain and love,
And even when it turns any ugly sepia tone,
It will still be beautiful.
Shes forced to blush for him,
In hues of artificial red, which stain her skin,
But the tears wont fall down,
She just cant wash away his happiness.
The expression of pure ecstasy engraved upon his lips
Is simply too beautiful for her to take away.
Almost mechanically, she dances across the floor,
Held by translucent threads,
Now dirty and visible through time.
Hes starting to see the truth behind her movements,
The absolute, disgusting reality of her grace.
Shes just a pretty little puppet on dirty little strings.
Am I the puppet mas