the Endless Journey

Wasteland Baby! by Hozier but you’re right at the edge of a dark forest, sitting by a bonfire. There’s a thunderstorm brewing in the distance.

Theme 4 - Axiom (Revamp) by cactusthemes Preview | Code

A fully responsive revamp of my Axiom theme.

6 links (all optional)

Left or right sidebar

Infinite Scroll/Load more button (optional)

In order to have the Load More Button work, both the options for Infinite Scroll and Load More Button have to be enabled

Insertable: Font family (Rubik, Oxygen, Raleway, Muli, Nunito, Fira Sans), Font size (12-15px), Post size (450px, 500px, 540px, 600px)Scroll to top button

In order to activate responsiveness, you have to scroll down the customize window until you find “Advanced Options.” Click on that, and then disable “Use default mobile theme.”

Credits

All In One Page 2 - Littoral by cactusthemes Preview | Code

An fully responsive all in one page made for the Pantone Challenge of the CodingCabin’s Awards!

Cool transitions and a vertical carousel

About, FAQ, Navigation, and Blogroll sections

Note: blogrolls don’t work on side blogs

Customization help provided within the code - please read it all carefully!

Credits

Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and pretending to understand. Repeat to yourself “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you” until you fall asleep and dream of the place where nothing is red.

A/N: I wrote another Merthur thing!!! This one’s a bit short, but I am working on quite a few longer fics so that’s why :p I hope y'all like it regardless of its length ^^

It’s dark tonight. The light of the stars doesn’t reach this far into the forest, where they’re surrounded by trees and foliage and the low hooting of owls. Arthur almost feels more at home here, in the quiet and the wild, than in the castle itself.

He sighs, leaning back on his elbows. The pine needles prick at his skin even through his bedroll and the fine fabric of his sleeve. Merlin’s poking at the campfire with a branch, embers popping up every so often. They started the fire more for its light than its warmth — the end of the summer is nearing, but it’s still unbearably hot by day.

Arthur glances sideways. Merlin’s hair is stuck to his temples, plastered with sweat and grime that comes with being on the road. Merlin’s long fingers come up to rub at his nose, nails scraping over his skin before it lands next to him. Arthur wonders what it’d be like if Merlin was always like this, besides him, his body warm next to Arthur’s.

Count my cards, watch them fall Blood on a marble wall I like the way they all Scream

Yummy swingy electro-swing coming your way for this week’s Steampunk Music offering! This is somewhere between the club beats of Parov Stelar and the vocal fireworks of Caro Emerald. A perfect fusion, if you ask me.