kelly ann in every episode - 1x07 Carpet Season
I’m not sure we broke all the eggs.
Cosimo Galluzzi

Origami Around
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JBB: An Artblog!
Xuebing Du
noise dept.
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taylor price

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Stranger Things
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kelly ann in every episode - 1x07 Carpet Season
I’m not sure we broke all the eggs.
cyniceds:
‘ —- what have you got that i don’t have ? ‘ it’s an offer he isn’t going to deny, that he knows. he still allows himself a second of faux consideration while he laughs into a snort, rubbing a hand down his face. ‘ because i’m not going to pay for what i can get for free. ‘
“higher quality.. everything.” to begin with. “but i won’t force you into anything. if you want to use your own supply.” a half-hearted shrug, thumb popping the tin open to pull out a little pink pill that she tosses into her mouth. “i didn’t mean to disturb.” perhaps an offer of coffee would have done better.
There are so many secrets about this band and this crew. Get MESSY, get REAL, that’s the whole DEAL.
cyniceds.
probably. there’s still some red around his nose from the bleed that he’d only just managed to press out, he’s sure, but she’s an absolute angel for not saying anything too insulting, really. ‘ are you offering, or ? ‘
@sunconsumed from here.
“mm... depends.” an innocuous heart-shaped tin is pulled from her pocket, rattling with the sound of pills and little baggies. with a smile and a quirk in her brow, she rests it on her leg. “what picks you up?”
never stop being a good person because of bad people
that took literally all of my brain power so i’m gonna play skyrim.
❶
send ❶ for a one line starter.
“you look like…” shit, but a cough stifles the thought and it’s replaced with a gentler, “you could use a pick-me-up.”
me reading any of my own writing: what the fuck are you talking about
send me a symbol:
send ☆ for a movie/tv quote starter send ♫ for a lyric starter send ✎ for a literature quote starter send ❶ for a one line starter send ☞ for an action starter (no dialogue) send ✉ for a text message starter send ❤ for a romantic fluff starter send ✰ for a platonic fluff starter send ✗ for an angst starter send ⦚ for a crack starter
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ manipulation
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ mindgames
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ murder
sadisticwiitch.
❛ ah, corin i didn’t think to run into you AWAY from the tower, ❜ an eyebrow raises, her ANGELIC features hardly betraying any emotion. ❛ have you come down for a meal? or perhaps to fetch one for your happy prisoners? ❜
@sunconsumed // starter call.
with distance in her rosy smile, corin’s tone remains both warm and firmly disinterested. “something like that.” a soft hum. corin’s business involves nothing of jane, so she doesn’t expand, instead choosing to lift her chin slightly and turn a mildly questioning gaze down to the child. “heidi has already returned?” that gives her little hope for the.. selection she’ll present them with, but corin is kinder than to voice this, so she continues only with another low hum.
‘ AN ANGEL in immortal skin, face like heaven, dressed like sin. ’
κόριννα μαρίνος aesthetic + wardrobe. ( DON’T REBLOG! )
fatenfavor.
bare feet are light as they bound through the well-managed garden, the broad stretch of his full lips is enough light to draw out the wild roses and encourage them to bloom. his laughter is music, untraditional and echoing. a classical tone took upon itself to start a new life and breathe energy into the foliage around him, all while vibrant and radiant crimson eyes follow the golden mane of curls that float and vanish from sight every so often. it’s the hunt of course that stirs such energy, a game of cat and mouse but without a mouse to chase cats are left to find better games.
raven locks float against his back, brushing against the overgrown roses that reach out to him. onyx lashes flutter against bronze cheeks as he waits carefully, watching for the lion hidden among the greenery. his voice is soft and playful, an outstretched hand to his friend as he poises himself carefully. foot placed precisely as he stalks foreward, the smirk on his maw revealing glimmering ivory teeth that catch the sunlight. “ come now corin. “ he remarks voice growing for a mere second before dropping to a hushed whisper, “ shall i anticipate such a pounce from a lioness or will you face me? “
@sunconsumed
it’s a futile game to play against demetri, yet it’s one she adores all the same. the garden is a safe haven from endless duties, a list most often written in blood and death, and it remains one of the only places that corin can let her hair down shed the brutality she wears and allow an ancient wildness to breathe again. though she’ll also admit that demetri himself has much to do with her shedding this stifling skin. even though she runs, feet hardly even a whisper in the grass, his company is one of her greatest refuges.
a grin stretches rosy lips, ears keen on where his voice rings out to her. his idea seems far better than hers, feet carrying her closer and closer... “dear demetri... a lioness will always choose to pounce!” she leaps at him with the word, laughter bubbling from her lips the whole time, ready to catch herself should he decide to evade her ‘attack’. “the lioness will conquer the snake!”