#lcvelylupin

[singt0me]

favourite character moodboards ➝ Theo Decker and Boris Pavlikovsky, The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt 

“Why hadn’t I grabbed his arm and begged him one last time to get in the car, come on, fuck it Boris, just like skipping school, we’ll be eating breakfast over cornfields when the sun comes up? “

[slytharin]

dear thomas, 

this is the first letter i can remember writing. obviously, i don’t know if i wrote any before the maze. but, even if it’s not my first, it’s likely to be my last. 

[weltonreject]

i just finished reading Selling A Fake...woah. It was so good and intimate and heartwrenching and lovely and...I could go on. I loved it. The "it's rotten work. not to me not if it's you" of it all...

aksdlkjasd thank you!!!! the rotten work of it all??? this is the highest compliment/comparison. oh shit, i’m gonna print this out and staple it to the front of every draft of my thesis. excuse me, i’ve achieved rotten work yearning levels. thank you for your time.

[singt0me]

Upcoming Fic Series | Hard Rock & Callisto

“What will it be like, to watch the world end around him behind titanium glass? Will it be beautiful?”

insp: x

[singt0me]

i'm longing to linger til dawn, dear ...

2. Callisto. 74.7k

There are billions of atoms that have collided; an immeasurable supply of matter that has joined together to create the cosmos that they, themselves, live in. The universe is vast, cold wasteland of unforgiving beauty and, somehow and some way, they have managed to exist in it at the same time.

(Or: Hundreds of years ago, a boy who will one day be called Newt waits at the gate for WCKD to open it’s doors.)

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[singt0me]

i assure you

that when this life ends

and the dust settles

i will find you

in the next  – R.H. Sin.

For Hard Rock|Callisto - Coming Soon.

[singt0me]

while i’m alone and blue as can be ...

1. Hard Rock. 80k.

It’s a strange feeling indeed to know that you are living inside another person’s body. The echo is not kind, not ever, and this is one thing in his life that Thomas refuses to intentionally provoke.

(Or: Hundreds of years later the human race has moved on. Thomas wants more than anything to make it through the summer, but a feeling beneath his skin gravitates him towards Newt - it is other worldly, all consuming, and possibly not entirely his own.)

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[singt0me]

that’s not very convincing