#gcldenhearted

[unbelong-moved]

STARTER CALL.     atticus for max.

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                   two teenagers stand at the mouth of a cornfield, staring into the thicket of stalks as if looking for something. people have gone missing in there, but atticus has been in and out several time, enjoying how much taller than him the plants are. like they’re reaching up to the sky, offering those who they’ve collected to god. ‘  wanna go in?  ’ he asks in a chipper tone, hands deep in the pockets of his jeans, fingers fidgeting with the knife there. ‘  they’re gonna harvest it soon, so y’gotta see it before it’s all gone,  ’

[crescntnight]

@gcldenhearted​​ ; ( ♥ )

                pink stains her lips as they rub together, the scent and taste of bubblegum suddenly overwhelming her senses. ( she doesn’t know why she’s nervous. quinn bought her this metro pass for a reason -- to use it. surely a visit isn’t completely out of the realm of possibility, right? maybe a little unexpected, especially considering the lack of heads up from rachel’s end, but... still. )

                her heels click as she walks down the corridor, approaching quinn’s dorm carefully. her stomach twists as her hand balls into a fist, and she’s rapping gently three times before she can convince herself to turn around and run back to new york city.

[hunphreys]

@gcldenhearted​  :  “ my reputation’s never been worse.”  /  blair ( x. )

stood before the brooklyn boy was a ravenette,  ----   the socialite of the city that never sleeps in all of her 5′5 glory and intimidation.   ( mostly intimidation. )   beneath the poisonous exterior dan knew to be a girl far more fragile than she would ever lead on.  typical blair,  heightened by ridiculous-sized stilettos ;  of course her reputation would be the hang up that ravages her mind.  quite frankly, he didn’t give a damn about appearances, nor could he ever understand her personal peril.  she constantly reeked of blind privilege and Chanel No. 5.  despite differing opinions and upturned noses,  he didn’t hate her.  as much as she embodies his antithesis, accompanied by a deep-cut loathing of the new york elite,  dan couldn’t bring himself to hate her.  and maybe she knew that. 

regardless, pools of chocolate lower to meet her gaze. irises waning. a sigh is briefly exhaled, nubby numerals  reluctantly  widen the wooden threshold of his front door.  if it’s a safe haven she sought,  a safe haven he would provide.    “ wipe your eyes,  waldorf.  i’m making waffles. ”

[unheald-archived]

@gcldenhearted said : “ maybe i don’t quite know what to say ” Narcissa/Lucius

Lucius knew, had always known that his wife had been the STRONGEST out of the pair of them, the strongest witch he knew, in fact. She was what held their family together, and lord knows that he was lucky that he had her. UNDESERVING of her resilience when it came to sticking by him as he ventured down dark path after dark path. He knew she likely never would have wanted Draco to end up following him down those paths either, but that is what had happened while he had been in Azkaban, and she’d remained strong for him too.

Truth be told, though he was glad to be out of Azkaban, the situation that they had found themselves in now, in their own home? It filled him with FEAR. Fear that one wrong move and The Dark Lord who was now under their roof would punish them. And though his wife was skilled at keeping a brave face, he had no doubt that things were starting to weigh her down too.

“ We just have to see this through. Keep our heads down and do what The Dark Lord expects. ” At least, that was what he was telling himself.

[lcvedriven]

@gcldenhearted​ / sirius birthday sc / narcissa 

he doesn’t want to be here much. ever since he went to hogwarts, these birthday parties have always felt less like parties and more like events to show their heir off. the times celebrating at hogwarts, those feel like real parties now. the things that james and peter describe after their birthdays with their families are parties. 

he’s always been comfortable in dress robes, but right now he feels like a prize to be shown. itchy. strange. 

“i can feel you looking at me,” he says, sure it’s narcissa behind him. he misses bellatrix at these things. “do my parents want me for something?” 

[frightes-arch]

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                      starter call

                     “   you   can’t   watch   willy   wonka   without   massive   amounts   of   candy.   ”   it   would   be   criminal   to   do   so.      what   ?   all   those   children   get   to   galavant   the   factory   with   oodles   of   candy   at   their   disposal   and   loreali   was   supposed   to   deny   herself   ?   that   didn’t   sound   right   to   her.   she   turned   to   glance   over   at   the   candy   on   rory’s   side   of   the   isle   and   reached   for   the   licorice.   “   what   do   you   think   you’ll   go   with   ?   some   m&m’s   ?   many   an   everlasting   gobstopper   or   two   ?   ”   she   elbowed   her   daughter   slightly   with   a   grin.   even   though   she   knew   that   rory   would   have   been   one   of   those   kids   who   gave   the   gobstopper   back,   ever   the   good   samaritan.   “   ooh,   and   popcorn   too   ?   i’m   grabbing   popcorn .  ”

[clevvered-a]

i’m too lazy to look for the prompt  // ACCEPTING  .

@gcldenhearted​​​ said: "You have nothing to worry about with your appearance." fleur

"That’s easy for you to say.”

[unbelong-moved]

STARTER CALL.     luke & lorelai.

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                   star’s hollow was getting ready for halloween. they always took things to the next level, hoarding decorations and forcing others to celebrate, even when they didn’t want to. luke, he wasn’t really a holiday guy. that’s not to say he didn’t appreciate the traditions, nor did he necessarily want to ruin anyone’s fun. he just thought he should be able to sit out of their festivities, if he wanted to. and he wanted to. but no. every season, luke is forced to participate, and every season, he complains about it. that, in of itself, is another holiday tradition.

using his boot to knock, luke holds two steaming cups of coffee in his hands, waiting impatiently for lorelai to open the door. finally, when it swings open, luke meets her gaze with a small smile, half snarky, just as always. ‘  nice of you to open up,  ’ he reaches forward to pass lorelai a cup. ‘  don’t go drinkin’ that all at once,  ’