thrash-fiend83
—He/Him—---Artist, author, intermediate guitar player—-https://halfburiedjerry.straw.page
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OMG EDDIE!!! 💗💗
Vector art of Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam
Ask away 👅. Just don’t be creepy lol
Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
All Tomorrows
(crossposted from my AO3, Jerry Freaktrell)
William always feels like there’s somebody watching him.
It started when he was in the studio late one night, alone, touching up some vocals, and he felt eyes on him.
It hadn’t let up since.
Most times nowadays, he notices it when he lays there with Jerry in the small hours, and something heavy is upon the air as he’s awake in the dark. He listens to the gentle sound of his lover drawing slow, even breaths in and out. He finds those are the moments that he can’t breathe the most.
William knows that the heaviness has a name, one that lingers in the dark, waiting to be brought back to life. He’s never been particularly spiritual but there’s something conceivably there, something that lingers every time Jerry holds his hand or kisses him. It’s a crushing weight on his chest that seems to strain his heart. Jerry never seems to notice. Maybe he’s ignorant, or maybe he just chooses not to mention it if he does feel it.
It permeates even the mundane of their lives until it drives him crazy. William’s watching the curve of Jerry’s back and shoulders as the blond brushes his hair and then it’s as if he's being scrutinized. Jerry gets into bed and asks him what’s wrong but he can’t say, not without sounding insane. Something sour seems to curl between them, almost imperceptible.
Laying there that night, William can’t help but wonder if this feeling will ever go away.
Jerry has one of his migraines the next day, curling up in the bed with the curtains drawn and trying to survive without pain pills. William lays with him but he can’t bring himself to touch him.
“Is it me?” Jerry asks through a wince.
“Is what you?” William replies, brow furrowing.
“This.” Jerry, eyes squinting against the light, nods to the distance between them. Will is on the other side of the bed, threatening to fall off.
“No,” William concedes, but he isn't quite sure anymore. He's conscious of the way Jerry seems to sink.
He leaves to get Jerry water, and when he returns his lover is asleep, and the sheets next to him look bunched up, as if someone’s laying there beside him. As if the place is already filled.
Will just sets the water down on Jerry’s nightstand and walks out into the living room. He’s too exhausted for this.
When the migraine passes, Jerry goes out for groceries and Will is alone, and yet he isn’t. He paces the house until his feet hurt, trying to find any reason to feel the way he does. He checks their bedroom, the living room, even tears apart and puts the spare rooms back in order. He hesitates at the door of their little home recording studio, hand hovering above the polished golden knob. But then he pushes it open. There's a chill and the air is slightly stale.
Jerry’s equipment is scattered around the room, but William steps around that and heads for the shelves built into one wall, filled with souvenirs and photos Jerry has collected over the years.
He isn’t sure why at first, but he beelines for a dusty one on the far right, plucking it from the shelf and sitting down in the nearby chair. He unhooks the back of the frame and cradles the photo in his hands.
My love,
Jerry’s handwriting reads in silver pen on the back, with a heart and an xoxo. William holds the photo as if it might turn to dust in his hands, slips it back into the frame before he turns it around again to look at it finally.
It’s Layne, with long golden hair that curls and a smile that sends a stab through Will’s heart. Jerry snapped the picture. Will recalls his partner telling him how they’d had an impromptu photoshoot with a polaroid camera. Layne had owned the matching picture of Jerry. Maybe he’d written his own message of love on the back of his; the thought suffocates him now.
It’s such a raw shot that William almost feels like Layne Staley himself is sitting in front of him. So he speaks, at last,
“I’m not what you were to him,”
Layne just smiles back at him from the frame, eyes alight and clear blue, and William sighs. “I know he still loves you, Layne. I know he always will. But, you just gotta trust me. I can love him my own way… I can take care of him now.”
All at once William’s finally alone in the room and he’s talking to air. He puts the picture back on the shelf, brushes the dust off of it.
When Jerry comes home, Will peppers his cheek with kisses and just hugs him. He doesn’t ask questions, just accepts that William is out of his funk. They make dinner together in an airy kitchen with the golden sunset spilling over them, and they eat outside on the porch, listening to the cicadas as it gets dark. When it grows much darker they retreat to bed and Jerry curls into his arms.
William lays there in the soft mundanity of the small hours, listening to his beloved draw breath.
It is then that he knows the only name the weight ever had was the one he gave it.
eddie :3
Eddie cuz I’m feeling it rn
Alice In Chains my beloved 😛😛👅💗💗
Song hate to feel by Alice In Chains
not naming names but some of you are genuinely really good people and i hope that you get everything your heart wants and needs
LITERALLY!!! Like my heart aches when I pour my soul into a fic and nobody comments anything!!! Like, GIVE ME YOUR OPINIONS PLEAASEE. I’ll take 3 paragraphs of nonsense over radio silence 😭😭💔
STOP TELLING FICTION FAN FICTION WRITERS TO NOT BE UPSET LOW ENGAGEMENT OR LACK OF ENGAGEMENT! IT'S DISMISSIVE AND RUDE. SAYING "WRITE FOR YOURSELF" IS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF THE PURPOSE OF PUBLISHING ON WATTPAD, TUMBLR, OR AO3
god it's so fun to like a musical group an unreasonable amount. i wish this type of joy on all people
things you DO NOT need to be a man
a dick
he/him pronouns
XY chromosomes
things you DO need to be a man
the swiftness of a coursing river
the force of a great typhoon
the strength of a raging fire
the mysteriousness of the dark side of the moon
^this post was brought to you by LGBT^
Let's
Get down to
Business
To defeat the huns
I love you, Mr Savva
Having fun re-learning gouache while going through the 90's Alphabet. Some of my favorites are
The letter T (I painted Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes from TLC)
The letter S (Snoop Dogg)
The letter P (Pearl Jam)
The letter M (Metallica)
The letter L (Lenny Kravitz)
and the letter G (Green Day)
These are all painted live on Youtube in about 90 minutes. And... predictably... I don't love every one I make. These, though, something clicked and... they didn't suck.
I'm looking forward to putting together a poster with the entire alphabet by the end of the month.
Thanks to all who've been following along.
Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. ♥♥♥
Scott
What’s up guys!! Never actually used this account for anything other than reposting, but I wanted to share my art since a lot of people loved it on Instagram!! So without further ado, here is Jerry Cantrell!! If you want to share, please just credit me here or credit my Instagram @half_buried_jerry
This
Jimi Hendrix meets a Friend from Beyond the Stars
Yeah i found your youtube channel like 2 years ago and I religiously watched the Pink Floyd Vine ones. I think I even drew something in your art style at some point, but I’ve lost it by now
Heyo! I have another Syd Barrett doodle thread idea.
VAMPIRE SYD.
COME ON LETS DO IT-
@ya-boi-mccoy are ya down?
I DON’T THINK WE’VE EVER MET BEFORE BUT I LOVE YOUR ART. ❤️ I watch your youtube videos, that how I recognize your art, I’m sorry i didn’t specify smh 😭
Heyo! I have another Syd Barrett doodle thread idea.
VAMPIRE SYD.
COME ON LETS DO IT-
@ya-boi-mccoy are ya down?
I RECOGNISE THIS MFS ART STYLE HI HELLO
Heyo! I have another Syd Barrett doodle thread idea.
VAMPIRE SYD.
COME ON LETS DO IT-
@ya-boi-mccoy are ya down?
THIS SHIT IS TOO CURSED NOT TO REPOST LMAO
Here’s another garbage Watermour comic that no one asked for.
man sounds like a squeaky door
The wildest ‘ Careful with that Axe, Eugene ‘ screams in one audio
I LOVE the sub genre of photos where Roger looks like he is about to break down crying on stage
Man, pink Floyd about to make me act up 💀
ever just hit you how beautiful the members of pink floyd are?
they’re just beautiful.
yes
ANIME TOP GEAR ANIME TOP GEAR
Young Chaps, lads and gents.
Hope can make more of these^^
