( gнoѕт in the mirror )

❝ just look beyond the balanced reflection. ❞ sparrow • semi-selective and multimuse !

[taishaunas]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[cllthcmcmcs]

                          I told myself that I wouldn’t be 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱,                                                  but I’m still having 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤.

[laufeysons]

it meme: [1/6] outfits → eddie’s red shorts + yellow christine shirt (feat. the Fanny Pack)

[lilac-rph]

     And if you’re still 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔,                       You’re the lucky ones.

           'Cause most of us are 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨                      —  through corrupted lungs.

[dvoyd]

it is said that vengeance is sweet— but it has ever only tasted like blood to me.

death: a promise always kept.  //  m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[teacupspell]

url inspired graphic ❥ narcissa black (for @transnarcissa )

there is nothing i wouldn’t do anymore!

[branstark]

fandom fam edits narcissa malfoy for @freddiemalck

There is nothing I wouldn’t do any more!

[epiphxnia]

worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, narcissa slides an anxious gaze toward the mantle, where the clock — trimmed in gold with a sparkling glass dial reminiscent of the clock tower found at hogwarts — sits, innocently displaying the reason for her nervousness. lucius is twenty-two minutes late. given his recent activities, it’s any wonder she can manage a full night’s sleep. then again, he’s quite adept at distracting her from her justifiable concerns with practiced flirtations and skilled hands.   ﹤ but not this time. ﹥   this time, he won’t be able to sweet-talk his way out of the dog house.

@ petrixchor

[epiphxnia]

merakxi‌:

♠     /           “WHY, LEE-LEE, are you doubting me?” marlene replied, her tone cheerful as she flopped down onto the bed. “me? the queen of fun-town. – ” she clicked her tongue, a moue of faux-disappointment forming on her lips. “and just so you know, as your queen    《 and by royal decree 》   i knight you mistress of merrymaking.” she spread her arms wide, as if to openly promulgate the momentous nature of this so-called decree. fun    《 after all  》    was something she was quite talented at instigating, most hogwarts alumni likening her to a female version of sirius, which – now that she thought about it – was super annoying. uh, hello. she was marlene bloody mckinnon; she was her own person. a fun person. a  fun person who was currently in the midst of waggling her eyebrows at her red-headed friend of seven years, trying to elicit any sort of agreement from her. what did it matter if what she’d said made little sense? she had her queendom to look after, and lily, precious friend that she was, would be more than willing to help. because that was what friends did for each other, at least according to the brochure.

“GIRL,  please.” sitting up, she nudged lily in the side with her elbow, a playful air about her. “you and i both know that the future missus potter has that poor, misguided boy wrapped around all ten fingers – and probably toes, if black hasn’t stolen your crown yet. not for lack of trying on his part,” she muttered that last part, half-serious and half-amused. frankly, she wouldn’t put anything past that raging drama queen. “and i just thought we could hit the pubs, maybe get flaming-arse drunk while we’re at it and pretend things like responsibility and maturity don’t actually exist.” and maybe also forget about the war that had been brewing on the edge of their society for merlin knows how long. she certainly didn’t.

an impromptu grin blossoms across lily’s face, and she shakes her head in fond resignation for what their designated girl code will eventually demand from her later that night. what’s that saying james is so very fond of utilizing as his first line of defense?    ﹤ ah. right. ﹥     i don’t go looking for trouble. trouble usually finds me. a spectacularly accurate apothegm, of course. but it also fits marlene to a tee. after all, she’s what many would characterize as a magnet for trouble, drawing her — and by default the company she keeps — into all sorts of strange and tricky situations, with little to no chance of escape or evasion.

          ——  ❛ i wouldn’t dare, ❜  lily quips, propping her feet up on marlene’s lap as she leans back against the headboard.   ❛ i know better than to argue with a queen’s decree. but — and forgive me for questioning you, great queen — are you sure i’m the right candidate for merrymaking? ❜ no one who knew her from school would ever accuse lily of being the life of the party, citing her studious habits as reason enough to disprove that particular allegation. but marlene always did march to the beat of her own drum, and adulthood hasn’t changed that darling aspect of her character. which, she will be the first to admit, is something to be thankful for. everyone needs that kind of spontaneity in their lives, whether from finding it within themselves or in the carefree actions of a best friend. without it, she would find life to be considerably duller.    ﹤ let them make of that what they will.﹥    her gaze, a sparkling green that speaks of her contentment, crinkles in amusement as she ropes her arms around her bent knees and offers the blonde a nonchalant shrug.   ❛ it was a two-for-one deal. apparently, there can be no james without sirius and vice versa. ❜  james was joking at the time, sirius’s barking laughter circling the room as she rolled her eyes. but that doesn’t mean lily wants to be responsible for breaking up the dynamic duo. she isn’t that cruel.   ❛ no responsibility for a night? that sounds like a dream i used to have ... ❜ she muses, already mentally configuring just how many anti-hangover potions she’ll need to bring with her to combat the effects of too little sense and too many drinks.   ❛ count me in. ❜

[epiphxnia]

under the cut, you’ll find 188 static icons of jack dylan grazer, who played young eddie kaspbrak in stephen king’s it. these were made specifically for this blog. but if you decide to use them, please give this post a like or a nice, lovely reblog. & jsyk, the border was made by destroyalist. 

[epiphxnia]

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[epiphxnia]

vxorfreude‌:

   his lips gave an involuntary twitch at the photographer’s awkward address. well, at least he was smart enough to recognize the threat of having someone of wilder’s particular skill-set at his back.  〝 i can see that. 〞 casually slipping an arm around the boy’s waist to wrap the fingers of his free hand around the leather strap of an admittedly impressive camera, the enforcer deliberately brushed the lightly calloused pad of his index finger against the civilian’s knuckles, oddly entranced by the way he held himself perfectly still—and yet  ( surprisingly )  he hadn’t lost his nerve, as proven by his ability to carry a conversation despite having a knife pressed against his throat.  〝 who do you work for? 〞 wilder murmured into his ear, briefly catching his lobe between his teeth as he pressed even closer to him, chest against his back, arms caging him on either side to prevent him from escaping.  〝 come on. you can tell me. 〞 soft voice, warm breath caressing the delicate whorl of his ear; both utilized as manipulations to encourage the boy’s cooperation.  〝 i won’t hurt you. 〞  and as if to validate his point, wilder slowly withdrew the blade from the vulnerable underside of his throat. but his arms still remained locked around his nervous target, refusing to budge.  〝 see? 〞

jaesuk visibly starts, instinctively tensing as soon as the man’s arm — long, sinewy cords that could snap him in half if he so wished — snares him by the waist, strong fingers brushing against his skin as he looms over him. he finds it unnerving and quite distracting how the bruiser is sitting so close to him, taller form aligned perfectly with his back so that his lips briefly touch his temple before moving onto his ear.

           ——  ❛ n—no one, ❜  jaesuk hastens to deny, sucking in a startled breath when the knife thankfully vanishes, presumably back to where it came from.    ﹤ but he knows better than to assume he’s safe now that there’s no blade present to slit his throat; just because someone puts away their weapon doesn’t make them any less of a threat, especially this man who wears confidence and power like it’s going out of style. ﹥    ❛ it’s not like i did it on purpose. ❜  he forces back a grimace, wondering if his lie sounds as weak as it did when it was nothing more than a desperate thought trickling through his mind.    ❛ it was a coincidence, okay? i was actually aiming for the club across the street. see, i’m doing a piece on the local entertainment, and that club is considered one of the hottest spots—  ❜  pausing long enough to flash the man a weak smile, jaesuk hugs the camera to his chest, as if afraid the other guy may decide to commandeer it for the sole purpose of destroying all evidence. he’s a bundle of nerves, tense and skittish and trying hard not to let the feel of his warmth at his back distract him from the true threat behind that dark-eyed, hooded gaze.   ❛ how about you let me go? please? i promise i won’t tell anyone. ❜

[s-eita]

July 15th - Day 2 || Sun ☆ Option A: Best weapon → Earring of the Mist Version X

[akaashikeji-archive]

KHR!WEEK 2019   DAY 03 - LIGHTNING (favourite character(s))

 Rokudo Mukuro - Hibari Kyoya - Chrome Dokuro (69/18/96)

[onceuponamusing]

                            some             say                             H I S T O R Y ’ S                             written             by                             the     WINNERS.

                            others             say                             it’s       by        the                             S U R V I V O R S.

                            but  I  say  that  it’s                             written                by                             whoever   has   the                         B     E     S     T                       S    T    O    R    Y

[j-miki]

[epiphxnia]

so i saw it: chapter two last night and now i can’t resist adding eddie to my muse list. his and richie’s relationship absolutely killed me. the first chapter was also amazing and i’d been debating adding him for months, but this one pretty much cinched the deal for me. it’s going to be so fun exploring his character and interacting with others from the IT universe !! i honestly can’t wait. i mean, cosmos, you’re so freaking awesome for taking on the role of pennywise. you simply amaze me.

[epiphxnia]

( ¯ ` ★    where the lines overlap

[epiphxnia]

pantoxmimes‌:

▎head tilted in faint interest at her show of courage — quite remarkable for one who carried the scent of a pacifist — tao lei trapped the stack of papers against his chest with one arm before they had the chance to drop to the ground, a glint of amusement softening the edges of displeasure that her untimely ( and obviously unwanted ) disruption had triggered. “i should think it’s obvious, little rabbit,” he drawled, giving her head a condescending pat, fingers gently, casually, sifting through silky strands of dark brown hair before calmly drawing his hand away, then turning to deposit the papers onto the only white bistro table located on the front porch, sandwiched between two mahogany rockers — as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. because willingly touching anyone was so out of character for him that even a stranger, who only knew him by rumor, would have gawked.

▎but at her question — it sounded too much like the beginnings of a lecture — tao lei threw her a droll look over his shoulder. she was entertaining, he’d give her that. “and what situation would that be?” annoyingly persistent girls weren’t exactly something he was used to handling; that was more his brother’s thing.

she can’t tell if he’s making fun of her or not. but she supposes it doesn’t matter — her job is done, the papers delivered. what he does with them now is his business. and yet, despite her earlier bout of desperation   ﹤ she seriously considered mutinying and having someone else play class representative just so she wouldn’t have to confront tao lei about his poor attendance record and possibly maybe earn his undying irritation in the process. ﹥   she doesn’t make haste for the open gate, where freedom awaits, and instead chooses to weather through his ridicule, even if it’s lighthearted enough not to take seriously, a petulant scowl dancing on her lips.   ❛ enlighten me, then, ❜  iris presses, putting her hands on her hips as she waits for whatever ridiculous answer he probably intends to offer her in exchange for her entirely misplaced curiosity. but she can’t help it. tao lei is usually so ... hard to approach, the one most students know better than to pester and hound. of course, the girls find him equally intimidating and hot — their words, not hers ... even if she finds the adjective quite ... agreeable.     and it’s easy to see why — from an objective standpoint. observing him from afar   ﹤ and maintaining a safe distance﹥   may have been the ideal choice once upon a time. but since she’s voluntarily dropped the mask of anonymity all students don at one time or another and shown herself to the youngest fāng brother, it’s pointless now. 

              ——  ❛ um, the kind of situation where a complete stranger barges into your life and exposes your many, many faults and wrongdoings to your nosy neighbors? ❜

she isn’t usually so ... snarky, but the five — or more — minutes she’s spent in tao lei’s company so far has seen fit to drag that awful, ghastly trait out of the shadows. kai would probably get a kick out of seeing her like this.