#mothtoflame

[mothtoflameblog]

sons of sleep

you're my early morning 

soap soft sprite

sweet mattress fairie 

i rub my cheek against yours

to get your scent on me

to feel our blood beat two-in-time

i love you like nothing else

like holy gardens

spilling over with creeping vines

white jasmine and violets

c'mere, touch me

tell me about your dreams

i dreamt of you cooking

in our little cottage kitchen 

swaying with the radio

you bend over the counter 

to put an orange in my palm

you tell me you dreamt 

of hot baths, you and i 

wrapped in each other

joined hands floating between 

soft lotus flowers

our mouths slow in steam

sun over marble and

pomegranates in blue bowls

you're always in my dreams.

[bittenichtstoren]

continued | @mothtoflame​

When it comes to matters of family, Sidney is shockingly forthright about his feelings. This sort of frank discussion kept himself and his twin sane over the years. It comes with the territory of being a Hoover, he supposes.

Sidney is seated quite close to Percy, his estranged sibling. While she’s busy scrutinizing every inch of his face for any clues as to how they could possibly be related, he’s making a grab for her hand. He examines her long fingers for a moment, then presses his palm to hers. His fingers are quite slender as well, but he’s no match. Taller means longer. She wins.

Wins what, Sidney isn’t sure. He just knows she wins. Those’re the rules of sibling combat. It’s never too late to be in competition with one another -- not even twenty years after the fact.

“I don’t blame you. Dad’s nuts,” he affirms, fixing his gaze on Percy’s face. He lets go of her hand and rests his chin in his palm. He can’t imagine ever running away from Paxton, but he gets it. Even Violette has exhibited flights of fancy from time to time.

“How old are you, again?”

[ensembllle]

☕ (DIMITRI)

a spilling tea text

[from: dimi] well, it is... you see

[from: dimi] i shouldn’t say this but

[from: dimi] PERCEVAL is a well known rider of the carousel, iyswim

[from: dimi] and i would KNOW!

[from: dimi] though i can’t remember the last time he woke up in MY sheets..

[from: dimi] TRAGIC! ahahaha

[hatemehatemenot]

@mothtoflame isn’t quite ready to give fatherhood another go.

“Paxton,” Riley flicks ash off of the end of his cigarette, barely wincing as a loose ember laps at his knuckle. Thoughtlessly, he hands it off to Paxton. Just like the old days. Just like back when lung cancer was the least of their concerns, when a day without a bullet just narrowly missing a vital organ was considered a rousing success. A cigarette was celebratory, typically. In this case, it is little more than a mild comfort.

Riley studies Paxton’s aged face, acutely aware of how smooth and boyish his own has remained over the years. It kills him, seeing how easily time has touched him. If he could smooth away the wrinkles and pock marks of age, he would give anything.

“Paxton, did they tell you where they... found this child?”

[jereviendrai]

“ What are you doing here? " - from xander

“oh, you know.”

ivan beams at xander and turns away, as though he’s just given him the world’s most satisfying answer. even with him outside of his peripheral vision, though, he can sense he’s still there.

and he’s not leaving.

and he’s watching him.

and he is just waiting for him to elaborate, explain himself, give him something more satisfactory to chew on.

ivan sighs, lights his index finger aflame with a snap and relights his cigarette.

“i’m killing myself with the poison bestowed upon our society by Big Tobacco. scary stuff, man. better got lost before it gets you too.”

[drawing4food]

Animating again and came across some stuff from a previous project. Anime influences are pretty clear lol . . Animating solo is such a soul devouring job, especially when you have other art stuff to do. So much time, so much coddling of the computer to hold its position while you try your best not to enrage the RENDER GODS that crash computers at their whim . . #love #hate #animation #myart #mothtoflame #funemployment #film #austin #houston #art #action #fireball #anger #rage #pingpong #eyes #anime

[bliss4yrsol]

I love y'all but y'all aggy as hell at times! #mothtoflame #crazygemini #loveyall https://www.instagram.com/p/BxICOwPnKy1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1mw0elzibbro4

[becausetheworldisround-logb-blog]

Quick messy #doodles #brushpen #beammeup #mothtoflame #burnbright

[abovegroundpodcast]

Craving, dependency, compulsion,fixation,enslavement…. Addiction. The boys give some thoughts / opinions of addiction and some underlying components. Check out this weeks episode on #spotifypodcasts #applepodcast #nippertown #googlepodcasts #iheartradiopodcast #tunein #mentalhealthpodcast #mentalhealthadvocate #mentalhealthmatters #mentalillnessawareness #habits #addictionrecovery #addiction #mothtoflame #metallica #strongertogether #recoveryispossible #healingjourney #podcastersofinstagram #healthylifestyle #bewell #beabove #podcast #takecontrolofyourlife #youcandothis #yourenotalone #onedayatatime https://www.instagram.com/p/CQHp7AcDzPP/?utm_medium=tumblr

[mrrdesign]

#metinvegas #drones #mothtoflame https://www.instagram.com/p/BqrUJpuloS3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vnhdh2tbwh0i

[nicolejeaninemua]

#BIGdirection #update2017 #fall2017direction #maccosmetics #la4life #fullcoveragefoundation #lastdance #inlustmetallic #mothtoflame #dazzleglass #48lashes

[ilaroseart]

Peru sketchbook: an unfinished mandala. At this point in my journey I was identifying with mermaids and unicorns, f_ck yeah! 🦄 the moth, drawn to the flame, is the inevitability of human suffering. The spider weaves the web connecting us all. The snake represents our closeness to the earth and vibrational intonation. At the center, the egg symbolizes the vessel from which we are born into consciousness, and the skull -the container from which consciousness is released. #mermaidsandunicorns #mermaid #unicorn #mandala #magicalmandalas #mothtoflame #spidersweb #ilaroseart

[bittenichtstoren]

continued | @mothtoflame

   "... I see," Anna responds softly. Sidney isn’t often assertive, but when he is, it’s telling. He’d wanted to be discreet with their sessions from the beginning. Sidney declining to ask his father for transportation home - despite how supposedly “fine” and “good” he is - well, it says a lot about the relationship. More than Sidney realizes.

  “I hope you’re not taking a taxi all that way? Or, God forbid, a bus,” she giggles. Sidney is an adult, yes, but it’s hard to picture him being so... independent. And so far from the city, too.

  “I could take you there myself. Drop you off a block or so from the driveway... It’s your choice, Sidney.” She brushes back a thick curl of hair, fixing her watery blue stare on him. “--When did you eat last, sweetheart? I should make you something before you go.”

   Everyone has their secrets -- even someone as open and trusting as Sidney. After spending so much of his life under his father’s thumb, always obeying and never questioning, he feels that he’s entitled to one little secret. Just one aspect of his life independent of his father’s grand designs for him. It’s the least he deserves, anyway, after all of the suffering Sidney has suffered at the hands of his father and his terrible secrets.

   Sidney is ready to go home. He’s all packed, bus fare in his pocket, boots laced up and coat on. While Anna fusses over him, he can’t help but feel like a child being sent off to school. When she brushes his hair back, he flushes. He fidgets, averting her gaze.

   It’s some time before he answers. He has to carefully consider his words, not out of anxiety but simply because there’s no other way for him to speak. He’s not terribly slow, but he’s not quite as quick-thinking as her. Words take time -- his words take a bit more time.

   He sets his bag down by the door and shrugs off his coat.

   “I... skipped lunch,” he admits hesitantly. He doesn’t address his transportation situation because he just doesn’t want to. His mind is made up. He doesn’t mind taking a later bus, though, if it means he gets fed.

   “Are you sure you don’t... mind?”

[ensembllle]

@mothtoflame

“...And my wife - ex-wife, well... our marriage definitely wasn’t going to stand the test of time. We tried, for our daughter, but... it didn’t work, not least because of career pressures.” 

Eli is situated on the full-length fainting couch, a little conscious that his suit might wrinkle, but not so much that he’d prefer to sit normally. Often he’ll take a few minutes to rest his eyes here and there when he’s working, if he’s in a private office - unfortunately, that doesn’t happen a lot these days, with the rise of open-plan departments and glass walls and doors. Even then, his respite is usually plagued with racing and constant thought. 

He has his eyes open now, though his sight is settled on the ceiling. As if he’s talking to himself, rather than the doctor who sits nearby. His hands gesticulate lazily as he continues. 

“...Then, she was unfaithful. During the marriage. I found out much later. And I guess at this point, it shouldn’t have mattered. Some part of me always wondered... suspected it. But it affected me a lot, and I was so angry. I’m still angry. Not angry... shocked. Because of the nature of it... not the nature but...” He trails off, frowning up towards the light fixture. He turns to look at his therapist, then back again. 

“...I’m not sure if this is still sensitive information. I don’t think so; not here, anyway. I’m not even still angry at her. I’m just... I think about it. It kept me awake for a while.” He pauses, glancing over once more, hoping she’ll shake it out of him, but understanding that isn’t her job, and instead she’ll probably sit there looking neutral until he finishes his train of thought. He looks up, shuts his eyes again, and speaks like he’s ripping off a Band-Aid. 

“---She slept with a Bin Laden. Not... not the... a Bin Laden. I know, it’s ridiculous. It’s ridiculous in a lot of ways. But I couldn’t think about it... I don’t like to. It was me and then him. And then, I think, me again. It’s just wrong. I mean, you understand, this isn’t about race or religion, that was never my concern, just the association. She was running for state Senator! That’s how I found out. She wanted me on the campaign, so I had a PI run a check, and that’s what came up. Did my wife know it would come up? Probably. I don’t know why she didn’t tell me first.”

[hatemehatemenot]

@mothtoflame is a proud(?) father of one!

“Dad! Daaaaaaaaaaaad!”

Sidney barrels down hallway after hallway, into room after room, frantically searching for his beloved father. For a dancer, his steps are none too light. He has all of the grace of an elephant, his feet slamming heavily against the polished wood flooring. It probably shouldn’t make a noise when his feet finally hit the plush rug blanketing the floor of his father’s study, but it does. Oh, it does.

“Dad,” Sidney stops in front of Paxton’s desk, both hands planted firmly on the surface. His mismatched eyes are wide, wild.

“There’s a spider in my bedroom.”

[jereviendrai]

WHAT  IS  YOUR  _  SONG ?

list  the  songs  that  you  most  associate  with  your  muse  experiencing  the  listed  emotions

tagged  by: @audaciiae​ tagging:  @mothtoflame, @convivir, @scmethinginthewater aND I FEEL ANNOYING TAGGING ANYONE ELSE BC IM SCARED OF PEOPLE BUT IF YOU SEE THIS I WAS PROBABLY ALSO THINKING OF YOU SO DO IT IF YOU WANT AKLFJLSA BYE-

Ivan Chanteur -

GENERAL  THEME  SONG: THE PHOENIX - Fall Out Boy ; So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked / One maniac at a time we will take it back / You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start / So dance along to the beat of your heart / Hey, Youngblood, doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?

AMBIVALENT  SONG: REBEL - Cupofty Pour l'instant j'me prends pas la tête / Je verrais ça quand j'serais plus grand / Je fumes et je bois en cachette / J'ai même tutoyé mes parents.

ANGRY  SONG:  PLAYING WITH FIRE - Emery ; Why should I take all the blame for my mistakes? / You were there with every promise made to break. / When did you become the one without regret? / Kill me burn me down, I swear I won't forget.

PARANOID  SONG: BIRD SONG - Florence + The Machine ;  I opened my mouth to scream and shout / Waved my arms and flapped about / But I couldn't scream, I couldn't shout / The song was coming from my mouth

HAPPY  SONG: HIGH - Sir Sly ; It feels good to be running from the devil / Another breath and I'm up another level / It feels good to be up above the clouds / It feels good for the first time in a long time now.

BLAH  SONG: PURE MORNING - Placebo ; A friend in need's a friend indeed, / A friend with weed is better, / A friend with breast and all the rest, / A friend who's dressed in leather.

CRANKY  SONG: STFU (TASTY TREAT REMIX) - Pink Guy, TastyTreat ; You're a fucking dumb shit, you don't even run shit / Get the fuck up out of my face and go to hell and eat a dick / Come and catch these hands, boy.

MISCHIEVOUS  SONG: SATURDAY NIGHT’S ALRIGHT (FOR FIGHTING) - Elton John ; Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation / We had it with your discipline / Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting / Get a little action in!

DEVASTATED  SONG: SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER - Sufjan Stevens ; No, I'm not a go-getter / The demon had a spell on me / My black shroud / Captain of my feelings / The only thing I wanna believe

LONGING  SONG: VIOLET HILL - Coldplay ;  I don't want to be a soldier / Who the captain of some sinking ship / Would stow / Far below / So if you love me / Why'd you let me go?