𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇

"she must hoard the stars in her mouth , for her scorched tongue tastes like a lot like heaven. "

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fairvercna‌:

“i didn’t know doing my job could make me so popular,” angela chuckled. still, amaya’s words bring a smile to her face. she appreciated being liked—even if it was for something as artificial as this. she set a coffee mug down in front of the customer and filled it with fresh coffee. “i can’t say that you cleaning me out would be the worst thing in the world. i reckon that it would let me head home earlier than expected.”

“you’d be surprised. now if you just provided a pillow that i could take a nap with, you’d be my favorite person of the whole year.” she smirks. normally she isn’t so gentle with people- but angela seemed too innocent to give a hard time. “touché. i mean- i’m not going to do it- but touché. and thanks for the coffee. how much do i owe you ?” once she is given the total she slides it and a hefty tip across the counter. “how long for the cheese danish ?” 

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SNAPCHAT ➤ open

phoenix: hey look i made a friend phoenix: their name is bubblegum and they don’t follow societal norms phoenix: say hello to bubblegum

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amaya: hello ‘bubblegum’ amaya: keep fighting the good fight

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“wait, what ?” holly asked. in that moment she realized she wasn’t paying attention and she sighed. “ugh… i’m sorry,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair and straightened her posture. her mind’s all over the place. “i promise you that i’m here with you completely.” 

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“honestly ?” amaya shrugs. “-i was just doing a lot of talking to myself. it’s probably best you didn’t hear me yammering on and on about my problems.” truthfully she’s glad that she doesn’t look like a lunatic. it’s not every day someone remembers that they don’t remember who they are. “what’s plaguing you, kid ?” 

[thcboywholived]

    lincoln hadn’t been having the best morning. a huge argument with his landlord about noise complaints caused him to get into work late and as a result? sent home early by his boss. he was livid and had he not been afraid to do it in the first place, would have cursed them out. it was now more than ever that he just wanted his wand back.. and he wanted it to work to get him out of this place. he had been in his own little world when he had bumped into someone, his glasses immediately falling to the ground and smashing in the process. it had been the first time in years that lincoln had swapped the contact lenses for his glasses, but it was mostly because he was extremely aware of who he was now. it just felt comfortable wearing them. leaning down to grab the frames, his eyes narrowed towards a figure near him, clearing his throat as he tried to distinguish who it was. “pretend you didn’t see that. they’re just… glasses.” 

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“oy-” archer lets out. the impact wasn’t a fatal force but for someone as light on her feet as she was, it nearly knocked her down. luckily she catches her balance before she becomes well acquainted with the sidewalk. she feels guilty as she spots lincoln’s glasses on the ground and she frowns apologetically. perhaps if she gets a better look at him she’ll know that he wouldn’t get angry for the collision. “i’m sorry, mate. if they’re broken, i’m happy to pay for ‘em.”  

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bcntancort‌:

               “you’re a horrible liar.” jim shook his head. he knew how much joyce missed her, best friends always did miss each other. jim hadn’t connected much with his friends, them having wives or left their wives because they were pieces of shit. but he thought judy fink was just messing with him, but no one really knew that jim liked joyce, his friends did and would tease him but knew better than to tell judy, but he thought maybe lonnie used that to his advantage when jim didn’t ask joyce to prom, it’s something he always thought of but never dared to ask. “there you go again— lying.” he let out a light chuckle as he closed the door behind her hanging up his bag before. “and before you say anything—- i know, it’s empty. i’m working on it.” jim had the basics, the furniture, the appliances but nothing that made his house a home. 

“not lying.” joyce protests, hands on her hips and a sly smirk on her lips. she was in a silly mood. how could she not be ? she had all her memories, she had her children, and she just kissed the first guy she had real feelings for. it was shaping up to be a surprisingly good day. “i’m just dropping everything to spend time with you. i’m just that devoted to making sure you’re lonely.” joyce dismisses jim’s explanation for the state of his apartment with her hand. “i’ve been here before, remember ?” then she remembered the day she showed up to tell jim that she had found will- only to find jim drunk and in a bad mood. “or maybe you don’t ‘cause you were really, really busy being a drunken ass when i saw it.” she snorts. joyce offers him a smug smirk. 

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hvmcnisms‌:

in an instant, his entire world zeroed in on her and the newly changed color of her hair, a look of awe slowly taking over his expression. alexander’s chest tightened to the point of actual pain as he quickly stood, knocking his chair back so hard that it tipped over. of course – of course she was teddy. he placed a hand over his chest, fingers digging into his own shirt to soothe the ache that had built up, a shuddering breath parting his lips. for a moment, he couldn’t even form the proper words. the last time he’d seen his daughter, she’d been weeks old, lighting up his life every day that he’d been able to remain by her side. he remains glued to her gaze, taking notice to her eyes – they were his eyes. something within him cracked, and every emotion that he’d ever held back suddenly poured from him, tears flowing down his face as he stepped around his desk, moving so that he could turn his daughter to face him directly. another moment passed so that he could look at her – really, truly look at her – before he pulled her to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders. “hello, teddy,” he sniffed, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. he’d apologize for getting her hair wet later. the guilt that he’d felt for leaving her without parents tugged at his gut, only causing fresh tears to fall. he suddenly trasported to the day she was born, the excitement and love and complete and utter happiness he’d felt, especially in such dark times. his teddy, the light that had truly made his life worth it. never in his life had he imagined himself with children – he’d always found himself too repulsive for anyone to love in the first place. but tonks had changed that. hell, she’d changed his whole life. she’d given him new meaning, new titles. he wasn’t remus lupin: werewolf. he was remus lupin: husband and father. 

“i’m so sorry. words can’t b-begin to express…” his voice broke as he apologized, his grip around her tightening only a little bit more. “i’m so sorry..” 

for a moment she stands there completely still. it’s surreal but her arms slowly reach behind alex and tightly return the favor. archer’s dreamt about this very moment so many years. every time she had a hard day, every time she was sad- she would think about a comforting hug or a pat on the back from her father. if she concentrated hard enough she could picture it. but this- this was so much better. so much realer. no imagined hug she would ever conjure up could live up to the one she was getting in real time. the longer she hugs alex, the tighter she makes it. “hi, father.” a small emotional laugh parts her lips. “i’m sorry- that was weird. and formal. i-i just never knew what it is you’d like to be called--” she’s rambling. she realizes this and shuts her trap. “how can this all be... ?” archer asks herself. she’s muddled. how was he there ? she knew from going to the ball that he may be around but now that he was there with her the confusion really hit. she pulls her head off his chest and looks up at alex. she listens but her heart breaks as his voice does too. sure there were brief moments- times of adolescent angst and heartache- where teddy resented their decisions to participate in the battle. but at the end of the day she knows why they did. why they needed to. she understood, just like he wished her to. “you did what you had to; y-you did it for me.” archer shakes her head. “so that i would be safe and happy- and i was. i-i would’ve given anything to know you. but i promise i was.” in spite of the crying, it was the first time all the strength and emotional poise she had as teddy was shining through archer. and it shone brought. “you’ve been with me my whole life; the potters and the weasleys- they never let me forget that. not for a second. don’t be sorry- please don’t be sorry.”

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hvmcnisms‌: 

the closer that archer got to his desk, the stronger that feeling in his chest became. there was no way that he didn’t know this girl. for a quick second, he felt ashamed. who could he have felt that strongly for in his life as remus, yet somehow not remember them in the slightest? he pursed his lips, extending his own hand to grab the journal when she’d slid it in his direction. his fingers barely graze the top of hers, and he’s suddenly filled with a joy that he could only compare to the feeling that had erupted from him when teddy had been born. his entire body suddenly stilled, eyes trained completely on the journal that now rested on the worn wooden desk. “quite an interesting find. i used to have one just like this.” and he had, back in his hogwarts days. the journals may not have been identical, but it sure as hell reminded him of the one he used to recount all of his angsty teenage troubles. his gaze remained locked on the journal as he slid it back, only moving up to look at her face again once it was directly in front of her. he tilted his head to the side, taking in her features, though partially hidden because she just couldn’t seem to look directly at him. she reminded him quite a bit of his wife, actually. they had a similar facial structure, though not completely identical. “i apologize if this seems rather…forward of me, but where do i know you from?” as he asked the question, the image of a bright haired infant flashed across his mind. but that wasn’t possible.

a feeling she can’t properly describe shoots through her as their fingers brush. all the nerves she had suddenly doubled and she could feel them roughing up her stomach. she spent many a night dreaming about what it would be like to meet her parents. she talked to their pictures or the sky if she needed guidance, she would talk about her week whenever she changed the flowers on their headstones. but never in a million years did she ever think it possible that she could stand face to face with either of them. but they were having a conversation. the smile on archer’s face grows as alex brings up a journal he used to have. “oh yeah ?” i know you did. “i’m picky about what i write on.. but i fancy that one a lot.” she picked that one long before she woke up from the curse- it made her happy to know they were naturally drawn to the same kind. it was nice to know that the closeness she felt to her parents wasn’t entirely in her head. archer takes hold of the journal once more. she accidentally locks eyes with alex but is quick to look away. she pulls the book to her chest and offers a welp, see ya kind of grin + nod combo. but before she can turn, she’s interrupted by alexander’s words. it’s the first time archer realizes that he feels it, too. it takes her by surprise and her gaze drops but it slowly makes its way up to his. but does he know for sure ? “i uh... i... i guess you could say...” as archer speaks, blonde curls transition to pastel blue. she doesn’t mean for it to but once the urge presents itself she doesn’t stop it, either. “...that we’re acquaintances...” her tone is light, her words, mildly playful; tears fill her eyes but she smiles through them. “my name’s teddy.” 

to be on the safe side she speaks once more. “and i think i’m- i’m pretty sure i’m your daughter.” it’s reckless to ask that without knowing if he knew who he was but she didn’t care. her heart was driving this, not her brain. 

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hvmcnisms‌:

alexander would never be able to explain the feeling that had sparked in his chest when he’d finally gotten a good look at the person he’d so willingly called out for stealing – or well, not stealing, he supposed. he’d never be able to explain that sense of protectiveness, that feeling of familiarity that shook him so deeply that he felt it in the very pit of his stomach. this is what he felt whenever he found himself in the presence of the carisi twins – both so alike and yet so different that he could never tell which one could possibly be his wife. why on earth would he feel this way in the presence of this stranger? his eyebrows knit together and he sat up a bit straighter, analyzing the young woman that he’d called the attention of. he had no idea that she was his child, the baby that he’d found so magnificent from the time of her birth to the time he took his very last breath. the little girl that he’d loved so much – that he’d fought for, so that she could have a better future than he’d had. 

“that’s a nice journal you’ve got,” alex complimented, having to tear his gaze away from her face so that he didn’t seem like a weirdo, staring at her as if he actually knew who she was. “mind if i take a closer look at the binding?”

walking into the library earlier that day, archer has every intention of realigning herself with the people to whom she belongs. but she did not plan for this; she did think it would be today. “heh, thanks !” she says. her eyes fall to the book in her hand. it reminds her of the many books, journals, and other personal items that her parents left behind. shamelessly, archer looked into them all. it was an invasion of privacy but she still wanted to know her parents. archer’s heart stops as alex asks to see her journal. “uh--sure.” she approaches him slowly. you can do this, arch. it’s fine. she coaches herself but once they’re close, her emotions catch up to her. more than ever she knows that the man before her is her father. there was that feeling, of blood being able to sense blood, that she never experienced before outside of andromeda. archer forces a smile- and it’s bright because she is truly happy to see him- but she’s overwhelmed. her hand trembles as she slides the journal across the wooden desk. her heart thumps and she tries to keep her eyes focussed on something- anything other than alex himself. still, she steals skittish glances. “it’s a hand me down, technically. i buy most of my stuff from thrift stores.” 

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bcntancort‌:

               “well—— at first she didn’t want to tell me but she was acting weird, so i did that thing where i cornered her until she told me. usually worked and that’s when she told me. not the best person to tell your secrets to,” he let out a chuckle. he didn’t believe it at the time, he still couldn’t admittedly believe it despite her admittance. it was an odd sensation, but not one he would deny or let go of now. he nodded his head, despite how his daughters hated him at the moment. he held back the sigh threatening to escape. “so you ever going to come in or you are you just going to stand out there?” he looked down at the woman, smile on his lips as he leaned against the door frame.

“she’s the worst. she’s always been the worst.” joyce scoffs. that is a lie- she adores that woman, even though she moved away soon after graduation. it’s strange for her to know that jim had been told the truth long, long ago. why didn’t he believe what he had heard ? or asked her about it ? no. those questions don’t matter. that’s what she told herself. joyce shakes the thought away. “are you insinuating that i lied about having somewhere to be ?” she asks, playfully sarcastic. “because i didn’t.” in spite of her words, she rolls her eyes and brushes passed him so she could walk in. joyce purposefully bumps his shoulder on the way.

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“you are aware that you have to actually check that out, right?” alexander spoke up from where he sat behind the main desk of the library, his own book resting open beneath his folded arms. “or were you genuinely plannin’ on just walking out with library property?” his eyebrows shot up, whether it be in amusement or annoyance, the world may never know.

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even though she has not reached out to anyone from her world yet, archer can’t resist tracking down her parents. all she has are the memories of photographs, which were all burned into the backs of her eyelids. she memorized every single one she could get her nosy hands on long before she was even a first year. even so, finding alexander had proven to be a difficult task, as there were a few who looked just like him in town. she took the time to look into them all- but when she stepped into the library something just felt.. right. this time the accent, the face, and the mannerisms she heard from stories matched. so archer picked a spot at an out of the way table and spent her afternoon pretending to read a book while watching her father at the desk. as opening hours are winding down, archer takes a long look at the librarian before heading towards the exit.  

alex talking to her grabs her attention. it also nearly sends her into cardiac arrest. “oh- i... i... i don’t have a library book on me.” archer explains. she grips the leather bound journal tightly.  “this is a journal- i came with this.” 

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upsidcdowns‌:

“ah, that wouldn’t be so bad.” the idea of being referred to as ‘mama’ made her heart ache. memories of her own daughter throughout her life flashed through the forefront of ivy’s thoughts. she sighed quietly, turning to amaya with a grin. “turtles don’t imprint on humans, anyways. their internal homing devices counteract that instinct.”

“really ?” amaya asks. “i’m not sure if i could ever do the whole- mom thing. whether it’s of turtles or of humans.” she wasn’t usually the type of person to divulge personal information to a total stranger but it slipped passed her defenses. she lowers herself onto her beach chair. “let me guess- you’re part turtle and part encyclopedia ?” 

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fairvercna‌:

angela fought off a sigh as she heard amaya’s confusion. oh nothing, nothing. she always found it quite sad to be around people who remained accursed. to ignorantly live a lie was a bitter fate ; to see others live a lie was a cruel fate. and to have to continue to live a cursed life, although you know who you are ? a maddening one. “i can get that for you right away,” angela promised, the smallest of grins on her face as she passed by the customer to get behind the counter. 

“then you’re my favorite person of the day.” amaya promises. blue eyes follow the younger teenager as she passes by. she sure is a peculiar one. it’s not an insult or a compliment; it’s just a truth. she places her bag on the counter and pulls out her wallet, ready to pay. “coming in here hungry is always a mistake. i’m ready to buy the lot and go to town.” 

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upsidcdowns‌:

“complicated and messy, i always say. but that’s any relationship.” the pirate rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows so that he didn’t look like a complete fool when talking to the stranger. sure, he still looked ridiculous, but no matter. “i must admit, love, that if you’d ended up in the same predicament as myself, i would have laughed a bit. definitely would have asked if you were alright, but not until after i’d gotten a good chuckle in.”

“i...” originally she opens her mouth to protest his proclamation. but in the end, she realizes she agrees and her mouth falls shut. “touché, just don’t tell my fiancé that i agreed.” oi, she would never hear the end of that. archer finds it funny that cassian says if, as though there is even a slight chance that she would’ve marched over him without falling. to anyone who knows her, that is but a pipe dream. “fair enough. but i don’t know if you’re in a position to laugh at me whilst you’re on the floor doing your best impression of a rug.” 

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flowcrmoons‌:

❛ ◈    IT WAS NICE TO HEAR HER LAUGH. it had been quite some time since klaus- or rather his alter ego- had seen joyce at peace. she was always this force of anxiety held together by flesh and bones. it was a big reason as to why he was so protective of her, even now. “gene kelly is a bloody classic, don’t be so bold as to dare insinuate otherwise.” still, klaus’ smile remained. he was thankful that she still saw him as julian, but it wasn’t without its questions. “although i am curious to know how it is that you take all of this so.. lightly.” 

joyce giggles as she listens to klaus defend his choice in musicals. she can’t imagine him as anything other than what she has known him to be. the man she’s known for years was on the emotional side, and he had a temper, but he was well meaning and full of love. and life. and art. it would take more than learning klaus isn’t human to change her view of him. at his observation joyce tenses up. “i.. i guess you could say i have a high threshold for the unnatural.. ?”

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bcntancort‌:

             it was funny how a single person could make jim feel better, better than he had been feeling since his daughter’s visits. those were not his best moments, but this— this almost turned into another but figured he’d try and make the best out of the situation. lips curl into a smile as he heard her giggle, he’d heard it before but not in reference to him. it was a nice feeling, a strange feeling. a feeling he couldn’t describe. jim looks down then back at her, lips curled into a slight smile, cheeks flushed. “i don’t know, i could never tell with you. people did say you liked me but i always thought people were fucking with me. i guess—- i just didn’t want to mess up. i messed up a lot growing up, but i didn’t want to do that with you.”

“people actually said that to you ?” joyce asks through a groan. even though it was ancient history by now, it’s still embarrassing to imagine. she brings her hands to her eyes and covers them while she shakes her head. she could hear their blabbermouth friends talking about it so vividly. “i knew telling judy fink was a mistake.” she scoffs playfully. as jim talks about messing things up, she pulls her hands away and offers him an empathetic stare. “you know what ? in the end.. we made the right choices. because we got our kids. and if back then, you know, we- well- it would’ve been different. and i wouldn’t trade jonathan or will for the world. nor would you trade your girls.” 

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upsidcdowns‌:

“ooh, sorry – definitely didn’t mean to scare you, mamma.” abbott flashed a sheepish smile, scratching at the back of her neck as an embarrassed flush crept along her cheeks. she made her way towards the cabinets, expression brightening at the sight of a brand new box of cinnamon poptarts. “you, mother dearest, are a saint.” abbott took hold of the box, prancing over to where her mother stood, planting a giant, wet kiss on her cheek. “so, how have you been today ? anything new i should know, or….”

“yeah, yeah- but you can only say that so many times before i start to question if you mean it.” sydney warns through a joking scowl. it wasn’t abbott’s fault that she was so jumpy. she was as calm as a cat near water. “poptarts is all it takes, huh ? all these years of love and devotion and effort.. all i had to do was go down the breakfast aisle ?” she asks, shaking her head. still, she smiles big as she is kissed. sydney recalls the recent past and she shakes her head, shrugging. “i got a manicure ?” that isn’t the headline in her life as of recently. kissing emmanuel is the bigger, better story. but syd wasn’t going to talk to her daughter about that. “but i don’t know if that counts as need to know.” 

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trcclights‌:

esme looks at the other girl with a ‘i totally meant to do that’ face. “yeah, no, i prefer an avant garde way of calling the waiter.” she says with a wave of her hand. “you gotta live life grandly, ya know?”

“i suppose i’m just old fashioned.” amaya shrugs while she grins. she’s kidding, but hey, she truly is. but to be fair she was born in 1901. “but i am curious to see how you would call a cab.”