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lorettaklein

when you see a spark of movement on the dash, omg hi i miss you all & i hope life is treating you guys good ♥

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fromtheinsideout16

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#( rhythm of the heart | music. )

theclassicsreader

someone will remember us / I say / even in another time

Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho (trans. by Anne Carson)

#( those whittemore kids. )

wholelottahot

#( visage. )

matthelder-s

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#( rhythm of the heart | music. )#cries

theo-townsend-blog

Rumour couldn’t say he hadn’t been confused when he’d received the text from Lex, but to be totally honest he had almost got used to these strange requests by now. Rumour dodged all the people walking around in Southbank, enjoying the sun that shone upon his face, but finding the tourists that constantly stood in the way rather annoying. It didn’t take him long to reach his destination and he spotted the blonde and made his way towards her, pulling out his headphones and wrapping them around his phone to place back in his pocket.

“Gina?”

g-porter

Maybe she was hoping for Trevor, now and then her mind had wandered off to that possibility, ( he’s not dead. he’s not dead ), but once she heard a male voice calling out her name, she could not place it with the memories of Trevor’s voice flooding her mind and the different ways he had said her name: with happiness, desire, surprise. She could never forget. Just because he was gone, that did not mean the bits and pieces she had of him were too. It was stupid. Gina bit her lip until she could taste the iron, it was stupid to think, to even waste a small amount of hope that it would be him showing up today.

Eyes trailed a path on his face, long and questioning and curious and alarmed all at once, searching through her mind and its every corner for a memory on the unfamiliar male, something that would tell her that maybe she had met him somewhere before in person. She swallowed the tasteless gum, and felt like question marks were ripping her throat ragged: How did he know Trevor? Was he a friend? A family member? “Why now?” Gina asked, finally breaking the silence, “I was starting to think we would only talk through letters,” she had kept every last one, tucked with three dried daisies from one of the flowers.

#( c: rumour holbrook. )#( threads. )#( memory. )#tw: death #laughs what a mess #also i apologize this is so late

mihaliko

#( she’s sunshine mixed with a little hurricane | musings. )

zachkent-blog

Turning toward the blonde Zach could say he was a bit in awe, the two barely knew each other and yet all their meetings had been memorable. From being the girl that knew his secret before anyone else to the one he would have loved in another life, he felt uncomfortable with her. She was part of a happier life he would never accept for himself, she was a constant reminder of that. Her words were eerie, sweet, and he wished when he had attempted his death he felt like he was flying. Instead, he had felt like he was being dragged down more into his own hell.

“Stop expecting things then.” He didn’t mean it in a rude way, it was more an odd piece of advice he was giving the girl in his response. He could barely look at her, memories of another life flashing in his mind when he did.

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Her mind was acting like a fairground ride for her, like she was stuck on one of those teacup rides, that spins and spins, images of a time spent together with Zach, his hand holding hers close to his heart, cerulean eyes then glanced away from him, getting rid of that image. Gina dug through her bag, only to pull out a green pen, she took his hand before he could protest, and quickly wrote down her number added with a star. With his earlier comment in mind, she said: “Send me a text when a building burns down,” ready to leave, she dropped the pen back inside her bag, “Or when you are up for a drink and a little bit of conversation.”

#( c: zachary kent. )#( threads. )#tw: suicide mention #smh this is so late #we could end it here?

19 SEPTEMBER 2016. 10:13 AM.

Sun is glistening, off the bubble carriages of the London Eye as it slowly rises on one side, and falls the other, waiting along the sidewalk, iPhone propped in her hand, Gina’s blonde hair moves with the wind as she scans the area, a pink bubble of gum expanded from her lips, the hint of cherry flavor left, though it was far more rubbery than when she had first placed it in her mouth, chewing through a smoking habit that was what she was doing, whilst searching for who she had no idea. There was no fear, she had always been bold, and with something close to excitment beating, a small part of her hoped that the person that had been sending her flowers, writing her for months, was gonna be someone she recognized.

[ @rumourholbrook ]

#( c: rumour holbrook. )#( threads. )#i hope this is okay i have a headache bt i wanted to soldier on

zachkent-blog

Zachary Kent had not changed, not much, the only difference was he dressed a bit more elegantly and he really couldn’t give a crap now. The memories of Whittemore burned in his mind, the tragedy and heartbreak of it all, and yet as time went on he cared less and less. He was a hot mess, a sad excuse for a human being, he knew and accepted this and didn’t care anymore to even try and be charming or fix what his life had become. This is how it was and how it would always be, who was he to stop what fate had planned for him from the beginning? He continued to be bitter about life, working for a woman he hated who was dating a woman he hated even more - his sister. Not too long ago he thought Faybian was a bad co worker, but now he was working with Anastasia Sharpe and he knew what real torture was. Being around these people once more would add on top of it, and yet a small part of him was excited for it. “So who wants to make bets on what fine tragedy will happen tonight? A building burns down, someone finds a dead body, someone gets shot? Nothing would surprise me at this point. I just hope I’m there when it happens, don’t want to be excluded from all the fun.” He rambled without even looking at the person.

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Tugging her jacket closer around her to ward off the cold night, and with glitter still on her cheeks from the moment Lucy had planted a kiss there, her head raises in surprise, meeting the familiar features of Zachary Kent, another person that broke the pact. Something about his words did not sit well, but she ignores the feeling and smiles—it’s not fake, it’s not sharp, it’s just there until she parts her lips to speak, “they say you fly when you die,” her words float up and drift away like cigarette smoke in the air, an expression of wonderment reigning her dainty features for the fraction of a second before disappearing once more, eyes slipping away from him to watch the people that pass them by, knowing that somewhere in the crowd Lucy was safe with Freddie.

“Never expected to see you at a carnival,” Gina said, popping a bubble of pink gum. Where she could hardly claim to know Zach well, strangely, there would always be a part of her heart beating for another version of him that she had loved.

#( c: zachary kent. )#( threads. )

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Something close it. It was a phrase that really resonated with Sam – it was all he’d really ever be compared to the person he was pretending to be. Close, but never fully. He smiled almost unconsciously, perhaps, it was muscle memory. Gina was one of those special cases where he could never associate her with any particular bad memory or trauma. Gina had been there from the beginning till the end and yet, all Sam could remember about her were the times they spent watching the stars, sneaking out for a midnight stroll, and whatever else they’d done that didn’t end with a body count. He followed her gaze and his smile became a wide grin when he looked back at Gina. “I’m happy,” it had been an act earlier but now, he was something close to it. He knew it wouldn’t last and later but he let himself feel it. “You’re a good person, Gina.” He said, looking back at the little girl he recognized as Trevor’s daughter. “Did you ever find out what really happened to him? Why he was working with those people?”

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Her phone chimed again, reminding her of the unread message, and she swiped the touch screen and read the text, three times:

LEX: LONDON EYE, MONDAY MORNING.

There is an knot curling in the pit of her stomach, teeth sinking into the flesh of her lower lip, tasting like cotton candy, half-listening to what Sam was telling her, Gina looked around the carnival as if she was trying to spot a ghost in the crowd, the wind blowing a stray lock of blonde hair into her eyes.

“No. I know just as much as you do,” dragging her attention back to Sam, she stared at her shoes for a moment before she spoke again, “Texas what the last person who saw him,” swallowing around the lump in her throat she continued, “The last time I saw him was four years ago. The school was gone and so was Trevor. He wasn’t there when his best friends got married, he didn’t even call. Not once,” her fingers caught a tear, smearing it against her jaw, “He didn’t even fucking text when I was in the hospital. Not once,” she repeated, inhaling sharply, “then you tell me he is back, and then he is gone again,” for good she wasn’t sure, there was still the lingering feeling that maybe, just maybe, the person she was going to meet on Monday was him, “I forgive him.”

#( c: sam fawkes. )#( threads. )#( memory. )#lets hope I remembered the timeline correctly and it was 4 years

text: London Eye, Monday morning.

#lexvonbosse #( c: lex. )#( phone. )#laughs nervously

dare-rp-blog

♛ GINA PORTER is TWENTY-TWO years old. She is a WHITTEMORE ORIGINAL and it’s often said she looks like GABRIELLA WILDE. Unfortunately, she is currently TAKEN.

tw: drug addiction, death of a loved one.

Life had not set her up for success in the beginning despite the inarguable fact that she was beautiful. Her entire life had been a one handed struggle with drugs that had landed her in rehab one too many times, ended her shot gun marriage to her best friend and almost at one point even claimed her life. She had been like a beautiful monument, everyone had wanted to visit and gaze upon her but few had wanted to stay and look inside once the day light began to fade. Gina was a beautiful girl but something inside her made it so easy for her to fall back into old habits and those habits came in the form of drugs.

As hard as she had tried to stay sober it seemed like life had a way of twisting her in all the wrong directions and leading her back to the things she needed the most. When there was nobody left to catch her as she fell there was only substance abuse to remind her of who she thought she was. Perhaps it hadn’t been the best idea to take mind altering drugs after everything that had happened after Whittemore for a second time but without Freddie she had felt like maybe this time she could be left to her own devices – a drastically wrong assumption.

That was where Lex had stepped into the story of Gina Porter, an anonymous person who she would grow to be accustomed to being a friend. This time in rehab for three months she received strange letters and messages, flowers on her bedside table from this ‘mysterious’ person. Eventually she was informed by letter of something else entirely; the discovery of Lucy Quinn, her deceased and most beloved best friend’s daughter. She knew then that she had to change for good, there was no way she would not be the one to raise that little girl into a woman. This time she did it all alone, got clean, got up, fixed herself, swearing that she would never turn back again. She didn’t.

Gina Porter became a Mother even though she had never known she had the strength, she carried the weight of Motherhood so easily that she wondered if maybe all along she had made a mistake in believing she was weak and the fact was that she had simply just never had anyone else to be strong for. Still, Lex kept writing, requesting her to write back, talking about Trevor as if they had known him personally. Gina was curious but she didn’t want to push, she left open invitations for Lex to join her at dinners or events but he never showed up. Was it strange that a small part of her hoped that one day when she saw that face it would be one she recognised? She knew it was crazy but could it be that this person didn’t know Trevor but instead was him?

Lees verder

#( biography. )#tw: drug addcition #tw: death

samfawkes-deactivated20240515

Public appearances was a must for Sam these days. For a shallow reasons, interacting with people would boost his popularity in polls were he was being pitted against Samuel Laurent and be seen as the humble billionaire despite the number of skeletons in his closet and casual pettiness against the other Sam. It was like creating an illusion. It was easy – smile, laugh, talk about things he barely cared about, appear as the joker he always seemed to be, sign autographs, strive to be perfect in the eyes of the masses, or at least what they saw as perfect. He was a star; people didn’t care that he was burning himself alive, they only needed him to shine. The carnival was the perfect setting.

Though, there was another reason why it was important for Sam. Control. Control his happiness, his emotions, and every essence of himself that he could. Being surrounded by people gave him an illusion that the intimacy he craved was being supplemented. He was smiling, laughing, joking, but was he happy? He accustomed his brain to thinking he really was. He believed in something and made it real simply by will. Yes! Yes! Yes I am happy! People said happiness is a choice and Sam chose it. Control might be an illusion, but he was living in a time where he needed an illusion to feel in control. Camille, Tommy, Lily, Amelia, they all abandoned him under different circumstances but he couldn’t let it hurt. Not anymore. He was in control. Sam looked at the paper slipped into his pocket. He was frightened at first – I am happy. I am liked. I am confident. I am valued. I am capable. I am in control. – then he no longer was. He continued wandering around the festival ground and once again, collided shoulders with someone and muttered an immediate apology, not because he was sorry but simply because it was expected of him. He took a step back to get better look of the person.

“Hello,” he said with a wide smile. “Sorry again. You’re enjoying your night set aside our little collision, right?” It was almost robotic though his face beamed with enthusiasm. “I hope you are.”

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Glitter swiped by Lucy, across her cheekbones like silver starlight, her blonde hair swayed with the wind and the beating of her heart thrummed so loudly in her ears for all the excitement that was happening around her. A piece of paper was clenched in her hand, nails digging into her palm harshly enough to have her jaw clenching ( smile, Gina. be happy. Words repeated like a mantra, over and over again ), but how could she? When the scribbled words were screaming out at her like sirens that had just gone off. Flashing alarming lights, a memory of the last time she had completed a dare with drugs running through her veins, that caused her to end up in the hospital, easily allowing her to stumble her way back towards rehab again—, who was like an old friend waiting and greeting her back home.

Known for the strange things she got up to, Gina Porter was a wild flower, unruly, and always up for an adventure, enjoying every moment, as she played with death, and spun in circles, round and round, and round, but she liked being responsible for her own recklessness, not being a mere pawn in someone else’s game, and the note in her hand reminded her of just what she was.

The last piece of cotton candy melted on the tip of her tongue, wide blue eyes still trained upon a little blonde girl enjoying the round and rounds of the carousel, and in these little moments, her mind wandered off to think about how it would have been if she had Trevor here to experience this with her.

Her phone beeped for an incoming message, and blonde hair fell loosely over half of her face as she reached into her bag, the distraction causing her to come in contact with another, a familiar voice speaking to her. While she had always been closer to his younger sister, Sam was still someone she had grown up alongside with, partied with, laughed with, a bond that was broken by a pact that seemed worthless now, but with the dares back trusting each other seemed almost fragile. She sucked in her cheeks, nibbling into the flesh, “Something close to it,” Would Lex show up? Her gaze shifted from her phone to where Lucy was on the carousel, “Are you?”