ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁽ ᵘⁿᶜʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ⁾

─  and his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.

[dailyladylyrics]

[cosmiicloves]

but can i get some forbidden relationships please? like two teenagers that come from rival families and have to be really sneaky about seeing each other. or a celebrity and a normal person one where her parent’s don’t approve of him being famous so it’s really hard for them to see each other without him being recognized or her parents finding out so it involves a lot of low-key dates and weird disguises. or secretly hooking up with her sister’s boyfriend or her best friend’s boyfriend and it gets angsty because he admits all the time that he doesn’t even like his girlfriend that much but still he won’t leave her. or an age gap plot where he’s her teacher or something like that and he’s fresh out of university or whatever and she’s in her class and purposely stays for extra help a lot and turns up at his apartment and one thing leads to another and they start hooking up. please

[xwings]

scooby doo zombie island > the walking dead

[margotrobbiesbye-deactivated202]

[fearawaits]

the whole of panic! at the disco’s death of a bachelor album is literally remy’s aesthetic

[fearawaits]

synopsis ‣ @poiseds              smile lines are tame on either corner of his mouth, the hit of sunlight making them more apparent to the naked eye. it’s without a thought on his end, a silent brush off to the are you two a couple? that had been inquired more times than he had the fingers to count. if he wanted to be an ass about it, remy could probably correctly predict within three seconds as to when someone will elicit some variation of the question. ( and maybe that’s partly a fact he’s already mentally practiced on an occasion or two. ) but it’s never something he’s ever sincerely let resonate. the words reverberate this time around, overlaying the tip of his tongue to roll between cheeks and fit through teeth. eyelashes dust over cheeks in a succession of three quick blinks as an eerie feeling creeps across his chest before his head’s tipping in the direction opposite her in common remy mannerism. and all at once  ─  remy catches the familiarity of his own voice filling the space between them, an ill practiced innocence rounding out the syllables. “ why aren’t we? ”

[fearawaits]

Um .. i would like to play w more non-binary n female muses pls so like this post so i can love them down and toss a starter or two ur way ( probably something from your wishlist, probably at least a paragraph or 2 long )

my hair is VERY soft and could EASILY be played with and you know how many people are playing with my hair??? zero

[lhzthepoet]

Apocalypse boy you won’t destroy all you touch. You are more than your darkness and more than the death you carry in your hands.

Excerpt from Myth Untold // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

[haryedwards]

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[pacifylocks]

[fearawaits]

open to f / nb / m.           the settled pattern of his heartbeat’s accelerated beyond worry now, thudding in his chest rapid enough to thrum through his sternum and place a pocket of air at the base of his throat that feels a lot more like a boulder. his right hand bends at the wrist, a halfhearted notion to swish away some of the tension that’s clouded the bedroom. too often remy’s found himself on his knees, imploring for an emotion he’s yet to be given. and maybe he never will be, but an ignorance masked as softness forces him to keep trying even as he stands before them decaying beneath actions and emotions not of his normal character. green eyes flicker across facial features, as if searching for an answer he knows he won’t receive.  “ i did it all for you! ” splits through lips like dynamite. nothing more than a straggling desperation he refuses to paint across his features ; the crack of his tone betrays him, as it frequently does. 

[harrystylesarchive]

9/29/15

[cinemasource]

[hekvvte]

gimme a plot where muse a is this cute shy little thing and one day they’re going to ride the bus home but it’s super full and only two seats are left, one next to some woman on her phone and one next to muse b who is really tough looking and has a ton of tattoos and basically scares the shit out of muse a so they go do sit with the woman and ask if that seat is taken and the woman goes off on them, and is just being really rude and muse b over hears and notices how cute muse a is blushing and has this really really strong urge to protect them and so they step in and tell the woman to calm the f down and offer muse a the seat next to them, and then they start talking and it’s great. (bonus points for next day on the bus all the seats are taken and muse b gets up and says they’ll sand and muse a is like fuck no i can’t let you do that and they get into a fight about it until muse b pulls muse a into their lap and says ‘compromise’)

[fearawaits]

─ LENNOX.

the space between them is shrinking   &   there’s a tint in her cheeks, a crimson tint.   when lennox gets nervous she has a tendency to avoid eye contact, stare at her fingers.   he’s so close to her   ;    his voice quiet   —   soft, like the air surrounding them.   the brunette never knows what to do with her emotions, she’s never been one to know how to display them.   to reach over   &   clutch his hand in hers would be a dream, an exquisite one.  yet, she isn’t brave enough.   a coward.   she thinks to herself. 

she can feel fawn hues wandering to his lips as they speak, watching pretty pinks move   &  words tumble out.   lennox is so engrossed in staring at them, it takes her a while to realise what he’s actually said   &    realise that it actually warrants a reply.  his words make her own mouth dry at the edges, the brunette swallowing several times, tongue poking out from mouth to dampen her lips.    “    i don’t think so.   not anymore.   “    she manages to whisper, her voice even quieter than his.

if this was a scene in a film, remy’s hand would’ve to closed the space between them   &   feel something soft beneath fingertips.   he would have brushed a few wisps of hair at her hairline to give him some reason other than to quiet the voices in the back of his head that scream for the warmth of her skin.   instead, his hand remains still on his lap for three, four, five seconds before some false confidence is filtering through his veins & forcing his palm to lift.   it stops somewhere short of the already small space between them, hovers for a breath before unceremoniously plopping back onto his lap.   (   foolish.   ) 

“   sorry,   ” fills the air, embarrassment shrouding the single syllable more so than the pink of his cheeks   &   the crooked tilt of his smile.   still small, always small.   “   i think .. well, i wasn’t really thinking at all.   i don’t know what that was.   ”   the same hand runs over the lower half of his face, hopeful in erasing whatever expression’s flooded features without remy’s permission.

[maurawrites]

Zoey Deutch in ‘Vincent N Roxxy’