#hc01

[ericxanders]

hc event - What does perfect happiness look like to you?

Perfect happiness changes right? My view on what it looks like has certainly evolved over the years. Right now, I’d say it looks like me standing in a crowd, looking up at a stage that Caleb is walking across to collect his diploma. 

@calebswitching

[purplepost-it]

runway looks from the Valentino spring/summer 2010 couture show

[devilishdivine-blog]

| headcanon 01 |

          lucifer has perfect pitch. meaning he can hear any note played on an instrument and identify it. ie: c2 c4 g5 etc. on top of being able to tell you which note/octave the pitch is, he can sing it back to you. it's not a practical talent, except for the fact he can hear a song and pluck out the chords in a matter of minutes.           lucifer also doesn't use sheet music while playing any instrument. he uses his talent of perfect pitch to learn and play a given song. and of course it comes in handy when he plays in front of other's at lux. this doesn't mean he doesn't know how to read sheet music, he just chooses not to.

[olliexsmythe]

hc event - Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert?

I’m definitely an introvert. I’ve never been one for large parties and gatherings. I prefer my own company, or the company of a small select group of friends. That said, I wouldn’t describe myself as shy or passive which are words people normally use to describe introverts so maybe I’m more in the middle than definitively one or the other.

[purplepost-it]

dominique sirop haute couture spring/summer 2001

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makeup looks @ dominique sirop haute couture fall/winter 2001

[theophilegoetzbouteiller]

#hc01 #inspiration #collage

[ughrianpls]

right beneath my skin;;

Rian's a heartstopper.

No, really.

Watching this Wood fly is asking for cardiac arrest.

Oliver kept a shed just for his brooms, still does, but with better locks now that the twins are much older and much cleverer, but they were always pesky little imps. They got into his shed, more than once and still do, but there was a special occasion that stuck the firmest. It wasn't the first time, but it was one of those when it was new and exciting still, and it was one of those times that meant more than the others before and after.

There was a sleek little silver model, something Nimbus or another. Rian fell in love for the first time, so maybe it was actually A First? Anyways! Ze loved it, so ze needed it.

Ze got it and it was bitting off a little bit more than ze could chew. Rian's crash must’ve been spectacular, if ze could’ve remembered it.

Rian remembers the up, the electric taste in the back of hir throat and everything washed out but beautifully, like looking at the world through an old glass window or the end of a bottle of sea glass, and ze remembers the down, when the broom bucked hir off, all heart and wind and feeling and it was like flying but in reverse.

Then ze woke up to Oliver and Jay's voices, Margot and healers hovering.

There's a looping line down hir naval, around hir hip. It tickled up hir side quite a ways too. It's one of the few fixtures of hir appearance, if you glimpse it. Ze loves it.

Ze also loves flying. And falling. Because it's a bit of both, all mixed together regardless of what, actually, is happening and everything is electric and hir heart's beating fast and faster and faster faster faster -

Rian Wood is in love with the sky and it loves hir too up until it doesn't but the ground always catches hir.

The Ravenclaw’s captain can fly hardly like anyone's seen, all the broomsticks ze's ever had each an extension of hir petite riot. They live under hir hands, breathe with hir heart. Quidditch is in hir blood but flying is like living.

Margot will have grey hairs.