you are born, you bleed, you burn.

& I said to the star : Consume me.

[chanandlers]

[starrx]

Text || Starr

Sebastian: Fancy hanging out for a bit?

Sebastian: I've been working all week and need to be dragged away from my work.

Starr: ummm ///~/// is this text meant for me? i don't think we know each other haha...

[isabcau-blog]

Sound-cancelling headphones cover Isabeau’s ears, some soft Angus & Julia Stone song playing the soundtrack of her sun-lit, cheery surroundings. It’s all far brighter than she thinks her general mood as of late necessarily warrants, but who is she to change the weather? She has always said that if she were a part of the X-Men, she’d be storm, but tell that to the laws of physics and all that merry shit. She’s got a sketchpad open, and a jacket she only brought for one purpose spread out on the public bench she’s perched on, right beneath her. She’s sat with her legs pulled up on it, her thighs supporting her drawing, and the soft breeze currently cutting through the heat stirs her curls into her face, on occasion causing her to lift a hand to bat them away. Her focus seems solid, but not quite unshakable, green eyes sporadically lifting to observe her surroundings as if seeking inspiration. She’s been sort of barren on that front as of late, her forced move to the East Hamptons something of a creative boner killer. Mostly, she hasn’t been working at all, and that’s a problem. A big problem for her plan, at least.

Lips press together, first into a line, and then she’s drawing the bottom one in between her teeth as she considers what she’s got so far on the paper. Apparently — judging by her dramatically disgusted expression — she doesn’t think that it’s any good, and it’s with quite a bit of frustration that she finds herself aggressively turning the page about again. Isabeau suddenly isn’t a big fan of the soothing words about mango trees being crooned into her ears, and she pulls the headphones down off of them, irritated and uncertain of where to go from here. That’s when she looks up again, hoping to be able to find something, and sort of makes a split-second decision. “Hey, you! Listen, no offense, but I would literally rub my bare ass on a cactus if you’d just, I dunno, stand there for a sec?” She pauses, giving the person whose attention she’s grabbed a once-over, and then leans forward a little bit with a squint. “Also, make your face do something else. Something that’s not… Whatever that is.”

[starrx]

“All I’m saying is that instead of queer-baiting spideypool for another five issues, someone should go ahead and create a serious AMAB love interest for Wade. I know that people want to see their banter and everything, but since we know for sure Deadpool is canonically pansexual, he might as well have a relationship that could actually happen. You know?” Starr rambled into the phone, her cheeks flushed pink with exhaustion. She had been up all night doing the pencil work for the next issue of her award-winning comic book and now she was locked into a very serious debate about Deadpool. “I just don’t want spideypool to be the Johnlock of comics, you know? Constantly teasing at a relationship they never intend to fulfil in order to toy with the emotions and leanings of their audience.”

To anyone else at the beach, she might have seemed a little erratic, pacing around in circles while discussing something most adults thought was just for children. These adults had clearly never read a Deadpool comic and that was all Starr had to say about it. She was starting to think that her best friend hadn’t either because he was somehow convinced that if people waited long enough it might happen. “Dare I add,” Starr began, “In the current film universe, Spiderman is a minor and Wade is a grown-ass man. I’m sorry, but that just doesn’t work for me.” Her voice became increasingly loud and high in pitch as she debated back and forth with her closest friend. She was beginning to irritate herself with her pacing and was surprised no one had called her out yet. Clearly she had spoken too soon because right on cue, she could hear someone loudly addressing her. She squeaked into the receiver, “I’ll call you back. Bye – I’ll call you back, bye.” She turned around with an apologetic, too guilty smile on her face. “Sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to be so loud,” She began to ramble, “And I didn’t mean to walk around so much. It’s okay, I’ll stop now. I’ll stand right here. I am a statue,” She said, closing her eyes as she repeated the last line like a mantra. “I am a statue, still and silent. I cannot move or speak, a statue.”

[carmen-summers]

stumbled on this amazing design using one of Froy Gutierrez’s pictures and I thought I should just draw it in my sketchbook.

[connectivitty-blog]

cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

[louiis]

it’s summer and i miss the snow.

a little self-indulgent snowy lou dressed in my ideal winter outfit.

[starrx]

romeotf:

“I think it’s more of the second one. You put so much effort in that it just comes out and you don’t even realize it.”

“No, it takes no effort. It’s like twisting off the a bottle-cap. That easy. Everyone can do it, so I don’t understand why everyone looks surprised that I can do it. Do you think people think I’m defective?”

[starrx]

hannahpls:

“ Yeah, a sex face, ” Hannah shrugged casually, “ Like this. ” She pretended to unscrew a jar, her lips soon parting to feign a moment of bliss. “ You could invest in a jar opener. That might help. ”

“Why would I need a jar opener?” She asked, genuinely confused. “Oh! Oh no, you’ve misunderstood me. I meant that it’s really easy to open it, you know, a sarcastic like it’s hard, or something....Er,” She trailed off. “Everyone can do it.”

[starrx]

sebastiangrosvenor:

Sebastian shrugged at the pretty brunette, “I haven’t got a clue, gorgeous. I haven’t seen you open a jar so I can’t really say anything to you or offer any advice.”

A weird look pinched her small face at the endearment, as well as a faint blush. “Um, anyway, the point is it’s not hard to open a pickle jar, and people always look really shocked when I manage so I’m...I’m, uh,” She said, flustered, suddenly losing the plot of the story. She cleared her throat. “Weather’s nice.”

[starrx]

xwes:

“Ho-ly-crap,” Wesley dragged out as if the phrase was split up into separate syllables. “You,” he pointed. “Are creepy as shit, babbling on and on about fuck knows with that creepy ass smile. Please, get out of my face or I swear to god I will shit in your cat’s litter box.”

A look of unrestrained hurt pinched her features, and she suddenly felt very anxious talking to this very angry man. “Um... I don’t have a cat,” She said, almost apologetically. “I have a husky! But he doesn’t shit in a box...Sorry.”

[starrx]

xwes:

Wesley motioned to Starr’s entire body with his hand, “I’m going to need you to take all this fucking happiness and scurry on out of here,” he requested, pinching the bridge of his nose, so furious with pure annoyance he did not even know what insult to use in that moment.

A frown tugged at her mouth. “Hey, there’s no need to be sad all the time. I bet you have a great smile, Mister.” She tilted her head to the side, trying to make sense of his expression. “Mister? You look kind of constipated. I might have some medicine in my bag!”

[starrx]

“Can somebody please explain to me the look of utter SHOCK whenever I twist open a pickle jar? Like it’s hard. I really, I really don’t understand… Do you think I make a funny face? Or release some kind of a war cry that I somehow don’t hear?”

[toastbutteregg]

wanna fuck

..ing hold hands you mean? yes I’m down for it

[starrx]

sms  →  s t a r r.

QJ: yeah in movies or as the butt of a joke. that sounds traumatising, were you alone in there?

QJ: i don't think you will, no. but is it worth risking it? i'm no expert or anything but i can come take a look if i ever get out of here, if you'd like?

STARR: NO. SOME WEIRD OLD DUDE WAS IN THERE AND HE KEPT ASKING ME QUESTIONS LIKE WHAT'S MY ZODIAC AND HAVE I EVER BEEN CANED AT SCHOOL NO BUENO

STARR: If you ever get out omg don't talk like that. I am focusing all my psychic powers on zapping you out of there. but yes yes that would be so good bc I bought dark souls iii finally and i want to play it but my tv is being a ho ;-;

[starrx]

sms  →  s t a r r

QJ: you know that old cliché

QJ: of the person with claustrophobia

QJ: getting stuck in an elevator?

QJ: well hi. i could really use a distraction.

STARR: I've never heard that one actually do you mean like in movies or stuff I feel like that would be really scary I was stuck in an elevator once and I cried BUCKETS. so many tears.

STARR: BUT UM OKAY HI. I'm trying to figure out how to fix my tv. In this phone app dumb ways to die it lists doing your own wiring as a dumb way to die but I don;'t think I'll actually kill me, do you

[starrx]

☎

starr sent payton at 8:10pm

OSMGMGDKSSMS MGUESS THE UFCK WHAT I JUST MET CHRIS EVANS AND HE SAID HE LIKED MY COMI DC AND HE KSISED MY HCHEKEK MY CEHEEKE!!?? CHRIS???? EVEANSS????? OGMGMGM

[starrx]

✘

starr sent wesley at 7:58pm

YOU SUCK AT STARWARS BATTLEFRONT NOOB. GET REKT. >:D