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fame is a bee. it has a song— it has a sting— ah, too, it has a wing. / zelda hummel-anderson. the prodigal daughter.

[astridsloan]

Favorite Lucy looks 57/∞

Chloé runway show during Paris Fashion Week, February 27, 2020.

[prcdigals]

zelda probably should have cleaned up the area of her current living space, but, alas, it was left as a reminder of the night before. a random pair of boxers that somehow managed to get left behind from her one night stand, an empty pizza box, tons of empty beer cans and a broken lamp took up the floor space - whereas the desk in the room was covered in condom wrappers, weed paraphernalia and some leftover lines of telltale white powder. she laid in her bed, waiting for a knock.

 one might think zelda would hold a grudge against eli or naomi, but, she really couldn’t care at this point... it was the past. she was FAR over all of that. she just wanted to go back to how things were, now that her second life dramatically ended. when she heard a knock, she got up, hitting her dab pen as she opened the door. “ believe me now?” she quipped, stepping aside,  “welcome to my humble abode !” @eli-stjames​

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softlcvers​:

“you’re drunk,” he said, unimpressed frown on his face as he looked down at her. it had been a long time since he stood this close to his older sister, last time she was definitely taller than him, it felt weird for him to be looking down at zelda. he sighed, “of course i missed you,” he said softly, “come here, i don’t think i can trust you to walk without falling over.” he walked closer to her, holding his arms out, fully intending on carrying his sister.

“ uh, huh, huh! correction: i’m drunk and almost high.” she spoke with a mock , waving her dab pen in the air, before making her way over to her younger brother with a wobble in her step. “ you grew.” she said simply, letting out a chuckle, reaching up to ruffle his hair, something that took a lot less effort before she left. “ i missed you too, silly. hey, you drive now?” 

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          guilt wasn’t an emotion zelda felt a lot. if ever, really. the blonde had one thing she cared about, and it was her. but, she did feel kind of shitty ( for lack of a better word - ) about how she sprung up on trace, on his twenty first birthday of all days, after being absent for three years. so, she headed to her childhood home, in search of him. she spent a good amount of time walking down memory lane, admiring the house trying to think of the last time she was there, before she found who she was looking for. “ hey trace, uh, wanted to give you a birthday gift, ‘cause my presence clearly wasn’t enough.”  she tried to joke to her brother, holding out two unopened gucci gift boxes with stickers labeled: to zelda, with love, emilie in pretty cursive - which zelda crossed out to replace with, ‘to trace, from zelda. hbd dude.’. she shrugged off the fact that it was an obvious regift,  “ i checked the receipt, it’s nothing weird or anything. it’s a watch and a belt, not really my vibe.” she stood there awkwardly, her hands in her pockets, “i also got some booze in my car, if you want. a real nice cognac, some peach ciroc, and couple of four lokos - watermellon, i think. you can take your pick, birthday boy.” / @tracehummelandersons​

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IMSG / ZELDA TO NAOMI

naomi: in lima? like everyone else has?

naomi: a goodbye note? literally all anyone got for what? about three years and you thought that was sufficient?

naomi: of course i was. everyone was.

Zelda: Thought you said you weren't in the Scene tho??

Zelda: It was p clear. Heading out, C'ya. Sounds sufficient to me.

Zelda: Ahaha nice.

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text: eli + zelda

Eli: that makes sense

Eli: ashton kutcher? no he's like old as balls dude

Eli: well can I come to the lima inn then? just say when

Zelda: His wife is hot though.

Zelda: Ight. Come thru. Room 121.

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text: eli + zelda

Eli: funny

Eli: are u staying with ur dads ?? bc i can just stop by nbd if that's the case

Eli: this isn't a fucked up prank right ?? just wanna confirm

Zelda: Nah, I'm at the Lima Inn. Still testing the waters back home.

Zelda: Nah, again. Unless you want to meet Ashton Kutcher and be on a Punk'd reunion . Something can be arranged, I know him personally now.

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IMSG / ZELDA TO NAOMI

naomi: i'll try to refrain

naomi: i don't think very much. yk just the same old lima usual

naomi: but i also haven't really been in the lima scene for like 2 years

naomi: of course i did, u just fucking up and left. like what was the point of freaking ppl out like that?

Zelda: Oh wrd. Where you been ?

Zelda: I dunno, I left a goodye note. Thought itd be enough.

Zelda: Wait, you were freaked out?

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IMSG / ZELDA TO NAOMI

naomi: what the hell

naomi: is this week like ghosts of girlfriend's past or am i tripping?

naomi: literally what

naomi: is this like, real?

Zelda: Yeah, it’s really me - don’t cream your pants.

Zelda: So? Whats good? Whats gone down these last 3 years?

Zelda: Miss me? ;)

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IMSG / ZELDA TO NAOMI

Zelda: Hey. It's Zel.

Zelda: Zelda.

Zelda: Drunk, back in town, thinking about you. Whatever.

Zelda: This is Naomi, right?

Zelda: Like, you're Naomi, right?

Zelda: *This* is Zelda.

Zelda: ( You remember me night ?)

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text: eli + zelda

Eli: u just disappeared dude. this is a little bit fucking shocking tbh

Eli: ig not but like ?! fuck

Eli: we should definitely catch up though. when are u free?

Zelda: Now you see me, now you don’t! And for my next trick...

Zelda: For sure. Yea, for sure. I’m trying to find a place of my own, get a job, etc. So, like, idk when.

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text: eli + zelda

Eli: holy fuck

Eli: zelda what the hell ?? ur rly just sending me a fucking TEXT ??

Zelda: Yeah? What about it?

Zelda: Would you rather I facebook messaged? Snapchatted? Lmao

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IMSG / ZELDA TO ELI .

Zelda: Hey, it's Zelda.

Zelda: Idk if you got a new number. Or if this will even go through.

Zelda: Just wanted to let you know I'm back in town, or whatever. So, if you want to catch up? You know how to reach me.

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softlcvers​:

sawyer was just walking down the street when an oddly familiar blonde stumbled her way out of the bar. he frowned, recognizing his older sister after she spoke. he shoved his hands into his pocket, “wow, it’s a drunk ghost, what a surprise,” he said sarcastically.

“ boo !” she said, with a tiny roll of the eyes. leaning against the telephone pole. she reached into her pocket to take a hit off her dab pen, “you’re not going to give your long lost sister a hug? you didn’t miss me?” she spoke, voice cracking - - god, this was an awful state to be spotted in. 

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tracehummelandersons​:

UPON HEARING THE ALL TOO FAMILIAR VOICE, trace actually spat his beer out. he hadn’t done any more other than smoke a couple joints and have more than his fair share of drinks, so this definitely wasn’t a dream or hallucination or whatever. “what the fuck.” he said quietly, bewilderment in his eyes as he looked at the hooded figure beside him. unsure whether he was hurt, angry, or confused by this sudden appearance, his drunken self chose angry. though no matter how angry he acted, it wouldn’t change his rapidly sinking heart. this birthday really couldn’t get any fucking worse huh? “you better not fucking be here.” his words slurred, “i swear to god if you’re actually here? what the fuck? explain and don’t be a psychotic bitch about it.” he demanded. 

“what? no: ‘i’m so happy to see you, my dear sister’? nice to see how i fall on the family food chain.” she reached to snag the beer from her brothers hand, taking a swig from the bottle before holding it back out. “ you want an explanation, here you go,” she took a deep breath. now, she could be honest - - or she could lie. whatever she did would change the whole trajectory of her homecoming: so, she lied. kind of. “i ran off to paris under the impression of working as a nanny. when i got there, i was trapped. there was no nanny job. i couldn’t leave, i was kept in a bunker, it was some kind of a cult? a gang? i’m not sure, but, i gained the leader, esme’s trust. she was actually very sweet...and really hot. we’re engaged now. . .” she hummed, showing off the huge diamond on her ring finger. “. . . anyways, the gendarmerie came in. started taking people in like crazy. including my betrothed. they let me go, i guess someone was wearing a wire and it was obvious i was just esme’s bitch - innocent and all - so, i was finally able to come home.” she shrugged, before sighing, “ i also stole about three million dollars worth of diamonds on my way out. so, you should be thanking me, really.” 

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“ --- are you FUCKING kidding me ?” the blonde hummel-anderson hissed, storming out of the main street bar, with the bouncer in toe. she cursed some more as said bouncer slammed the door shut behind her, tossing the beer bottle in her hand against the wall of the bar, before putting her oversized sunglasses on. “ they’re really going to cut me off, when - - considering - - like, i’ve been a missing person for the past - - y’know, fucking three years? some fucking town this became.” zelda slurred, talking to herself out-loud. this was not how she expected her first two hours back in town to go. “ i should have stayed in new fucking york.” // @limastarters​. 

[bookwxrmss]

“Can I help you?” Valerie asked the first person she saw as she continued to walk back home after one of her many fights that only a few of her closest friends and family members knew about. “If the only reason you’re here is to make sure I’m okay or whatever, I’m fine.” @limastarters​

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“ i’m literally just vibing ?” she protested, throwing her arms out in protest as she was working on sobering herself up through a little night walk to the 24 hour convenience store. “ i’m just trying to get some hot cheetos, i genuinely - - couldn’t give a fuck about you.” she hiccuped, shaking her head.