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xaspiringbeamoflightx:

While Tina didn’t have any brothers (or siblings, for that matter) she considered the Lost Boys to be the equivalent in her life. They were a sort of make-shift family, weird and mismatched, but all fiercely protective of one another, and just as annoying as any real brother could be. It was all par for the course. She only wished that she could have Peter and all the Lost Boys together to help her move, and whom she could annoy incessantly with bubble wrap, but circumstances left that wish tasting very bitter in her mouth.

“Yeah, it’s close,” Tina agreed, hobbling along the path and hoping for the best. Damn her stubbornness! She would know they were on the correct street when the cracks in the sidewalk became more inconvenient to manoeuvre. “He’s your brother? Oh, that’s a shame,” Tina replied jokingly. “He painted his own face for pride and I had to fix it for him, then he insisted that he got a do-over to prove he wasn’t shit at it. Also, he’s a very dramatic drunk but you probably know that.”

Marie continued to watch her struggle, though not bothering to offer any more help as she had already been shot down once. She could understand being too proud to ask for help with something like this. While she was used to having the support of her family, she had always felt fiercely independent and enjoyed doing things for herself on her own.

When Tina joked about it being a shame that Toulouse was her brother, Marie couldn’t help laughing. Sure, she was protective of her brothers and didn’t always love it when people would poke fun, but she could tell there weren’t any mean intentions here. “Yup, that sounds like him.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s been dramatic all of his life. The alcohol only intensifies it. Just be glad he’s not your brother, or you’d have to deal with it all of the time,” she added jokingly. “I don’t know if you have any brothers, but they’re basically a handful.”

#tina;;

xaspiringbeamoflightx:

“See?” Tina replied, nodding firmly. She knew she was almost always right, and this was no different. Bubble Wrap was the way to go, always. “It’s bubble wrap or nothing. Especially if packing and then having to unpack is going to take one hundred years and probably going to be torture. At least I’ll get to torture whoever helps me with the bubble wrap.” She could only hope that James would find it amusing for longer than he didn’t.

Tina made an attempt at gesturing to her path with one foot, but her balance made it rather unclear whether she was gesturing or toppling again. “It’s three streets over, in that direction,” Tina said, already thinking herself quite the mature young woman for accepting any form of help at all. Especially from a pretty younger girl! Hashtag character growth, or something… She would resort back to her old self soon enough. “Beaumont?” Tina repeated, already walking in the direction she thought her apartment was. “You don’t know that weirdo, Toulouse, do you?”

Marie chuckled to herself, nodding as she listened to her explanation. “No, totally. That actually does sound like a lot of fun.” She could see how after a long day of unpacking it would be nice to have something that didn’t have to be perfect or serious. “Kind of reminds me of something my brothers would want to do and they’d find a way to rope me into it somehow.”

It was hard to tell, but she was pretty sure that she was gesturing down the road and not toppling over. At least, Marie hoped so. “Oh! Okay, that makes sense. Not too far away, actually.” She wasn’t sure how long she had already been walking in the first place, but at least the apartment wasn’t far. When she mentioned her brother as they began walking along, Marie laughed at the weirdo description. “He’s my brother, actually. What did he do to deserve the ‘weirdo’ title? Not that I’m disagreeing, just curious.”

#tina;;

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JOSEPHINE LANGFORD . ( please don’t repost or add to gif hunts . )

#mirror;;

beaumont-ague:

Toulouse gave a thoughtful shrug at her comment. “You’re still young, you could probably get away with it,” he chuckled. It did make him wonder though if Marie would make a good therapist. He liked to think that she would, considering she seemed to be the most emotionally well rounded Beaumont, but he wouldn’t admit that easily. He knew that his own emotions were like a hurricane, but he always had told everyone that he was fine. It didn’t matter if he was drowning, as long as everyone else had a life jacket. “Then again, I hear it’s a really draining profession, and if you get too attached to clients it can mess you up. If you could do it without making it personal, maybe it’d be worth it. But I think music is more your speed.”

If they got the hard work out of the way, it would be a nice surprise for the rest of the family for when they got back. Marie had a point; Toulouse always found it annoying trying to rig up all the lights, especially since you needed to weave them through the branches, and they all needed to be spaced out evenly. “Should we do colored lights this year, or keep it classic?” They owned both kinds, traditional white and colored, since Toulouse always insisted on the colored ones when they were younger. As the years went by, though, they tended to alternate. Chuckling, Toulouse shook his head. “It’s all part of the nostalgia of the holiday season. What would the holidays be without stories of the past?” Reaching for the box with the tree, Toulouse started to tip it down, gently guiding it from the shelf so that Marie would be able to grab the base once it was low enough. “I won’t, I promise, just reach your hands up.” Sliding it off of the shelf, Toulouse supported the middle of the box so that all of the weight wasn’t landing in his sister’s hands, placing it on the ground once it was off entirely. “Alright, now we find out if we kept the directions, or if we have to try and figure everything out from memory.”

Marie admittedly could see herself being a therapist, even if it did seem emotionally draining. But with most things, she wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of it more than the actual reality. “I’m glad that you’ve thought this through so much more than I have,” she replied with a smirk. “But, and I hate to say this, you’re right. I would be doing everyone a disservice if I decided not to do music. Besides, it’s kinda like therapy if you think about it. A better kind of therapy.” With music at least she could emotionally reach people without having to sit in an office listening to people’s problems.

“I’m pretty sure we did the colorful ones last year. We should do the classic white ones.” Those were her favorite, anyway. They didn’t clash with the colors of the ornaments and it always looked pretty in pictures and things like that. She liked keeping her social media up to date, so the aesthetics were all pretty important. “True. And I have my Christmas playlist ready to be played at any moment.” Every year it was the same stories, the same music, and Marie had to admit that she loved it. It was like putting on the coziest, comfiest old sweater. As Toulouse pulled the tree out, Marie reached up and supported the end of it, finding it was so much easier than she expected it to be. “Five dollars says the directions aren’t in the box,” she said as they set the box on the ground and she wiped her hands on her pants. “They’ve probably been lost to time at this point.”

#toulouse;;

xaspiringbeamoflightx:

Tina hummed, considering the suggestion for a moment, mostly because it would cut her work load down significantly. She was rather stubborn and not particularly great at taking suggestions from other people at the best of time, but it was an option, she supposed. Then again… “You can’t incessantly pop a t-shirt or socks in someone’s ear though, can you?” The packing was definitely an excuse to validate why she needed so much bubble wrap. There weren’t many things as satisfying.

Again, Tina considered, giving the girl a once over. At the best of times, Tina didn’t get on well with girls, but she looked vaguely familiar (though Tina hadn’t yet figure out she was Toulouse’s sister) and she had to deduce that this person didn’t dislike her yet. Besides, her arms were really suffering right now. “I’ll be fine,” she said in spite of herself. “But I might need someone to open the door for me and guide me through it.”

When she asked if she pop a t-shirt or socks in someone’s ear, Marie smiled tightly and shook her head. “No, I guess you can’t. You lose a lot of the fun with my way.” That seemed like something her brothers would have wanted to do, especially Toulouse. She liked her more practical way of doing things, even if it meant that it was considerably less fun.

Marie adjusted the purse on her shoulder while she waited for her to make a decision. It seemed like there was something in the girl’s eyes that had recognized her, but she was certain they had never met. When she said she was fine, Marie doubted that quite a bit, but she wasn’t going to push it. “I don’t mind walking with you. How far away is your place?” She figured it couldn’t be far if she was walking it all this way. “I’m Marie, by the way. Beaumont,” she added, figuring maybe she knew either of her brothers.

#tina;;

beaumont-ague:

Toulouse probably could have written down all of the advice Marie had given him over the years, if he wanted to, but he was far too lazy to actually commit to that. “Nah, that seems like a lot of work. Although, it would be a hell of a publicity stunt,” he chuckled. Toulouse had too much pride to claim someone else’s work, though. For a laugh, maybe, but seriously? Probably not. “You should start charging people. I bet you’d make a decent side business.” Though it was said to tease her, Marie probably could do that, and successfully, too.

Having advantages in the height department worked well when they needed to grab things high up on the shelves. Toulouse was taller, of course, so he could reach to the very top, but Marie was taller than most girls, so her height helped a lot too. Reaching up for the box of lights, he handed it to her and kept going. “That’s true… hmm… maybe we do most of it, or try to at least, and save something for all of us to do together afterward. Like, the ornaments. We can light it now, and when Lio and mom get home, we’ll decorate.” They had plenty of other decorations to put up around the house as well, but dawning the tree with ornaments just seemed like an important family event. Grabbing another box that contained stockings for the mantel, he set it down and looked back up for the tree. “Help me with this one? It’s gonna be heavy.”

Even though she knew that her brother would never try to profit off of her own advice, Marie could see herself writing it all down one day and getting it published. It seemed like something she would do in thirty years, after she had already lived a bit more life. “Might have to change my entire major if I’m going to start charging people. I’d practically be a therapist,” she said with an incredulous laugh. Sure, she loved giving advice, but she didn’t like the idea of having to sit there and listen to everyone’s problems.

Marie watched as he was able to get the box of lights down, taking it from him when he handed it off to her. Sure, she was pretty tall herself, but she was glad to have Toulouse around to get the stuff for her. “Putting the lights on the tree is harder than the ornaments, anyway. And besides, what would we possibly do if we couldn’t hear the same stories about each of the ornaments like we do every year?” Her complaining wasn’t genuine, though. After all, she did love family time. She especially liked the familiarity of Christmas and having her siblings and mom around. She set the box of lights down and reached up to help with the tree. “Don’t let this crush me.”

#toulouse;;

xaspiringbeamoflightx:

“Newspapers are the next trip,” Tina replied matter-of-factly, as if it should have been completely obvious that she couldn’t carry all these boxes and newspapers all in one go. She felt it was a real tragedy that she wasn’t at least another four inches taller or she might have managed it. “And I know exactly where to ‘borrow’ some bubble wrap from too.”

Tina tried to turn herself slightly, just to see who was talking to her. She didn’t recognise the voice at all, but couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. When she was in one of her ‘moods’ there was a high risk of her being rude, and if someone didn’t know Tina, they might take it seriously. “I’ve managed them fine on my own so far,” Tina insisted. “My friends are busy–” (busy was the nice way of saying her best friend had banished her and she was too volatile to ask the others for help) “–and my fiancé is at work.”

“Right, obviously.” With the way she was struggling with the boxes already, there was no way she’d be able to carry everything in one trip. It seemed like an even bigger tragedy now that she was doing all of this on foot. “You know, you can wrap any breakable things in your clothes so you don’t have to go around ‘borrowing’ bubble wrap. I saw it in a packing vlog once.”

Marie smiled at her when she turned so they could properly see each other. She hadn’t wanted her to think she was judging her, at least too harshly, that is. When she explained that her friends, and fiancé, were all busy, Marie figured that perhaps she could offer her help. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do at the moment. “You might think I’m a total weirdo, so you don’t have to say yes. But I wouldn’t mind helping you out with the boxes.”

#tina;;

xaspiringbeamoflightx:

Tina naturally couldn’t see a damn thing where she was going, so when she bumped into someone’s arm by accident she jumped, yelped, and almost went tumbling arse-over-head. Thankfully she was quick enough and the counterweight of the boxes wasn’t too overwhelming, but it had been a close call. She tried to see who it was, thinking at first that craning her neck over the boxes might help, but it was no use.

“I’m not a hoarder!” Tina countered quickly, the boxes hiding the heavy frown that set across her face and the pink flush on the tips of her ears. Someone might see her teapot collection and say otherwise. “I just have a lot of delicate stuff to move and need space for the extra padding in the boxes.”

It almost seemed for a moment that the boxes with legs might topple over, but when she seemed to regain her footing Marie figured that she would be alright. She couldn’t understand why someone would bother trying to lug all of those boxes on their own instead of using a car, perhaps, but there was no use in bringing that up now. Though, it did seem like she was struggling a bit with trying to balance all of those boxes in her arms.

“You could’ve fooled me,” Marie joked, rubbing the arm that had bumped into the boxes. Either she was boxing all of her stuff up in order to move, or she was a hoarded. Maybe even both. “You’ll need a lot of newspapers for all of that padding. Why don’t you have anyone helping you bring all of these boxes...wherever you’re taking them?”

#tina;;

charlxttelabouff:

she thought over the idea of the chopped salad or the chicken salad sandwich and decided to take the suggestion of the chopped salad. “i think i’ll go with the salad, thank you” she smiled and ordered her food “i stay away from fish. never been able to eat fish. i once had koi fish as pets and could never get past that. i kept thinking about the koi fish in their pond, and it felt unfair to eat fish”

Marie smiled, glad that she had gone with her suggestion. She would never turn down an opportunity to offer her own opinion, even if it was for something as silly as what she liked at a restaurant. “Koi fish really are beautiful, so I get it,” she said with a light laugh. “I feel like if I think too hard about stuff like that it makes it hard to eat any kind of meat.”

#charlotte;;

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and that was the first day!

#musings;;

charlxttelabouff:

dealing with her most recent instagram live, charlotte scrolled through the comments and answered the questions posed her way from her followers. she enjoyed engaging with them, and it also gave her the opportunity to talk about the charities she was working with.

after finally signing off, charlotte made her way to get some lunch. she found a table at a nearby restaurant and perused the menu “excuse me, what would you recommend here?” she asked the next table.

@happieststarters

Marie had already ordered, her usual of an unsweetened iced tea and chopped salad, and took out the planner from her purse. It was nearing the end of the semester and she had so many projects and finals to worry about, she didn’t want to lose track of it all.

She almost didn’t hear it at first when the person next to her said something. It took her a moment to process the words before looking over, closing her planner. “I always get the chopped salad. But they have a good chicken salad sandwich, too.” She smiled. “Most of their stuff is good, except for the fish. It always tastes a little weird, if you ask me.”

#thread;;#charlotte;;#thread;;charlotte

beaumont-ague:

Toulouse mimed taking out a notepad and pencil, vicariously jotting down her advice in the air. “Note to self, don’t laugh at own jokes, makes you seem like an ass, and will probably be less funny… Got it,” he smirked, tossing the imaginary materials over his shoulders. His sarcasm was probably his best defense, second being his ability to not take life too seriously. There had been so many challenges in their lives that they all had to overcome, that it made him realize life was too short to be worried about things. Did that mean it never happened? No, of course not, but he liked to have fun and laugh at himself and others as much as he could so that those memories would replace the ones he wanted to forget.

Even if it didn’t say it enough, Toulouse really did appreciate his siblings. He wasn’t always super clear with his emotions, and kept a lot of them in, which was why he relied heavily on advice from his sister specifically when it came to anything emotional. If he needed factual or blunt advice, he went to Berlioz. “Great,” he bounced up from his seat with a mischievous grin. He shouldn’t have been surprised that she noticed he wasn’t entirely himself right now. Letting out a light chuckle, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe. Ask me again when we’ve got the tree set up.” Heading to the closet where they kept all of their holiday decorations, Toulouse waved for Marie to follow. “Do you think mom will get mad if we put up everything early? Or should we save some?”

Marie watched as he pretended to write her advice in the air and she rolled her eyes, chuckling to herself. “I should really stop giving you all of my good advice,” she said teasingly, a grin tugging at her lips. “You’ll go and write all of it down, turn it into a best-selling book, and get famous off of my words.” It was true that she did always try to give her best advice to her brothers, when it wasn’t something as silly as not laughing at their own jokes. She liked being the one that they would go to if they needed to talk something through, or if they just needed her perspective on something. Toulouse probably wouldn’t admit it, but she liked to think he needed her advice the most.

She walked over to the closet with him, crossing her arms as he spoke. “Okay, fine. I’ll remember to ask later.” She wasn’t sure if it was a triplet thing or what, but she could always tell when something was off about either of her brothers. There wasn’t much any of them could hide from the others, anyway. “If we do all of it now, we could make it a surprise for her.” She shrugged. “But if you think we should leave some stuff for later, then we can. We might not even be able to put everything up with just the two of us anyway.”

#toulouse;;

xaspiringbeamoflightx:

Tina was taking baby steps toward finally packing up her apartment to move in with James. She had plenty of excuses, all to hide her panic at the thought of it, but the main, genuine issue was that, without boxes to pack her bric-a-brac into, Tina wasn’t going to get very far. After a long morning of scouring all the stores in town for their used shipment boxes, Tina had collected quite the hoard of flattened cardboard. Now her only issue was getting them back to her tiny apartment.

She did her best to get there without colliding with anyone, but her stupid short arms were cramping up barely a few streets away from her apartment, and the fact she couldn’t see a goddamned thing over the pokey cardboard really wasn’t helping. It was like watching a toddler trying to be useful.

Marie was surprised to find that she had wasted most of her morning getting ready just so she could go out and get a coffee. She had little inspiration to do anything else, so she figured this was better than nothing, but still. She hated to feel like she was wasting her day wandering around. At least the weather was nice, or else it would have meant she would be doing a whole lot of nothing inside and that seemed so much worse to her.

As she was walking down the street, her eyes on her empty coffee cup and wondering if she should just go back and get another one, she felt her arm collide with what felt like cardboard boxes. She looked up, not seeing much of whoever was holding the boxes as they were practically hidden behind them. “Wow, that’s quite the collection of boxes. Cleaning out a hoarder’s apartment, or something?”

#thread;;#tina;;#thread;;tina

beaumont-ague

It seemed like all of the Beaumonts felt differently about the holidays, which could be a blessing or a curse, depending on what way you looked at it. His favorite had been Halloween, and this year was particularly special because he spent the majority of it with Rachel. However, the rest of the circumstances surrounding that night left him uneasy. Christmas seemed like a good fall back holiday. “I think I’m quite hilarious,” he replied, cheekily.

He loved both of his siblings, but sometimes Marie was the better one to go to when he needed to be cheered up. With a small shrug, his eyes drifted downward. “I don’t know, nostalgia? Plus, I knew if I did them without you, you’d probably never forgive me,” he chuckled, raising his head to meet her gaze again. He didn’t want to bring the mood down or worry anyone with what was going on in his head, so like he always did, he shifted the focus onto something —anything— else. “So that’s a yes?”

It was difficult for Marie to stay mad at either of her brothers, let alone Toulouse. He always seemed to mean well, even if his jokes or pranks were at her expense. He would do something truly annoying and a few moments later it wouldn’t bother her anymore. She found that laughing along with him was better than being too uptight about it. “I thought it was supposed to be less funny when a comedian laughs at his own jokes,” she quipped lightheartedly.

When he mentioned that he might be a little nostalgic, that was something she could understand. Lately, really all year if she was being honest, she had also been feeling more nostalgic than normal. Christmas seemed like the appropriate outlet for those confusing feelings. “You’re right, I wouldn’t forgive you.” She smiled, not being able to say no to a chance to decorate with her brother. “Of course it’s a yes.” She put down her things, looking at him for a moment, feeling as though something might be off. “After we bring out the decorations maybe you could tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

#toulouse;;

beaumont-ague

Decorating for the holidays this early wasn’t abnormal for their family, but Toulouse would be lying if he said he didn’t feel slightly guilty about it this year. The investigation into Alice’s disappearance was still in his mind, especially since they are his roommate’s cousin. Toulouse was trying his best to be helpful, to play his part in the search. He’d put off his projects, asked for extensions on assignments, even put off spending as much time at home. Today, however, he needed a distraction. Something to take his mind off of everything for even a few hours. It did make him feel like a bad friend to leave Charlie, but there was just no possible way to be in multiple places at once.

He’d been home for an hour or so before his sister got home, and since it was his favorite pass time to pester his siblings, Toulouse spared no time before tossing a pillow at her. “Hey,” he smiled, trying his best to look genuine. “You gonna be home for a little bit? I was thinking maybe we could get the Christmas decorations down.”

@mariexbeaumont

Christmas was one of Marie’s favorite holidays, or perhaps it was really her only favorite holiday. She could find issue with the rest of them, but Christmas always held such warm, fond memories for her. She loved getting the chance to decorate, and she was typically the one to delegate the rest of her family. She gave them all tasks, deciding the way things would go. But this year, she wasn’t sure if it would go that same way it always had.

When she got home, the first thing that greeted her was a pillow tossed by her brother. She’d barely had time to swat it away, and just let it fall to the ground. “Very funny,” she said, grabbing the pillow and bringing it with her over to the couch. “I guess I can be home for a bit if it means you actually want to decorate with me.” She raised a brow. “What has you in the decorating mood?”

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