Title: They'll Remember You
Artist: John Ottman
Played: 43 times
Über allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh,
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch.
offendpoppunk:
are those feelings get them away from me
emmapond:
Color meme + Rise of the Guardians (2012)
Title: Black Sheep
Artist: Gin Wigmore
Played: 40 times
I got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back
Got a pistol for a mouth, my own mama gave me that
Making my own road out of gravel and some wine
And if I have to fall then it won’t be in your line
Everybody’s doing it so why the hell should I
Everybody’s doing it so why the hell should I
jimbertimber:
coming out to your parents by saying swiggity swag guess whos a fag
The Kiss by Gustav Klimt (detail), oil and gold leaf on canvas, 1907–1908
you’ve already found out about my shameful AU secrets so i’ll just Clandestine snippet, eh heh
It was like he had tucked him under a lens and waited to see how far he would dare to go. Waited to see if the bold, brash shell he knew he wore like a shield actually seeped down into the interior of who he was. Unnerving maybe, now that he could pick apart the moments instead of being wrapped up in them. But liberating. That was what he wanted- company with that same raw, organic freedom to it. And he had only found that one place so far. It wasn’t until a pair of shined shoes so sharply in contrast with his own came to stop dead center in his field of vision that the presence of anyone beside himself registered. With a jerk of his neck Jack was once more peering up into the calculated set of Pitch’s features.
“If it isn’t the matchstick girl herself, come to freeze to death on my doorstep-“ Though the older man’s voice was low it sounded obscene bouncing off the bare walls around them. There was a chanced grin on Jack’s lips as he jumped to his feet, hands still tucked away out of sight as he swung the overcoat in closer to his narrow frame.
“Yeah,” he agreed, trying to reason his pulse into something steady again. He wasn’t entirely certain if it was surprise or excitement that had spiked it. “And I’m kind of all out of matches. So, I guess this is the part where either you take pity on me or I go into the great beyond.”
“And what a loss to our world you would be, Frost,” the word were accompanied by the press of Pitch’s fingers to the shorter man’s shoulder- forcing him to side step as he made to unlock the door barring them from his rooms with the key that had very much ingrained itself in Jack’s memory. Perhaps because of the metal. It matched eerily well with the lighter he had been thrown back in the booth. The hall was as dark as it had been too, when it was laid bare like the poorly defined but yawning mouth of something. There was no encouragement for him to follow after as he was brushed past but he also wasn’t dissuaded.
