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[licnbcrn]

New Years || Evan + Lily

New year, new you, isn’t that what this year’s motto was supposed to be? How about, new year, new realizations? Like the heartbreaking one she’d discovered ten minutes before midnight, as she’d walked into a bedroom, looking for her boyfriend, to discover him balls deep in some blonde bimbo with big breasts. And now, she was on the balcony, tears streaming down her face as she tossed back a shot of whiskey. In the background, she could hear the rambunctious yelling of “Happy New Year.” So much for that happy bit.  She shouldn’t even be upset, she realized. He was drunk, or some sort of bullshite he’d come up with later. But, it had been leading up to this, hadn’t it? She loved him, but over the past few months, she had come to accept the fact that he didn’t love her. Maybe it was better this way. It still fucking hurt though, and she could still be upset for one night, pouring herself another shot, already well on her way to being too drunk to really focus. 

                                                   [ @ourbrokencrowns ] 

[pxtienceisavirtue]

@ourbrokencrowns liked for a starter

“Hello?” she called out at the sound of footsteps. “We’ve closed -- if you wish to see the exhibit,  you’ll have to come back tomorrow, I’m afraid.”

[bctrayer]

@ourbrokencrowns​;; starter

Teresa felt like she was fighting an impossible battle -- one in which there would be no winners; she would lose and HE would lose and there wasn’t anything that could be done to stop it. They were participating in the Trials because they BELIEVED in what the Trials were trying to accomplish. Teresa knew this, and she knew and wanted them to be a success ( so much that she was willing to give her life for the cause )

but she HATED that she had to give up their friendship, too -- for the sake of a cure. She HATED that soon ( in a little over a week ) he wouldn’t remember her and she would have to watch him forget. She would have to watch him go under, only to wake up alone, in a metal box with his brain waves spiking higher than ever.

It was a battle against time, and she was DOOMED to lose.

“Hey, Tom,” Teresa grinned ( trying to push the thought of him LEAVING her out of her mind -- for his sake ) as she pulled up a chair, legs scraping over tiled floors. Her chin rested on the backrest, eyes glancing him over. She didn’t know if he had been thinking that their friendship was ticking away, but she didn’t dare tell him ( because maybe, JUST MAYBE he was in ignorant bliss to it all.. )

“Want to bail out on work early today and do something fun? We could find a way to duck out of here for a couple hours.”

[aacaxcuseme-blog]

                                        “Oh, OKAY, so you’re just going to [ l e a v e ] now?”                                     “We all have to eventually, Chloe; it might as well BE now!”

        It was times like these that Chloe thought of Beca most -- which was not to say         that the red-haired woman didn’t think of her often; only that she wished that         she had her guidance when it came to the task before her. But it had been years         since the two spoke. Years since the fateful day that Beca walked out the Bella’s         lives... and out of hers.

        If it was one thing that Beca Mitchell was good at, it was shutting people out.         Calls rung out and messages went unanswered, and all attempts to reach the         DJ and Bella leader failed. The Worlds were lost, and the group disbanded to         their individual lives.

        Maybe she should have thanked her for that. Without the Bellas to hold onto,         Chloe was left with the pressing realization that she had to conquer her own         fear of moving on -- to do something more than sing for an acapella group. It         was that alone which had her stay back a year with Emily; taking up a few         extra classes and graduating with the credentials to do the job she had been         thinking about for years -- teaching underprivileged children how to sing.

        It wasn’t an easy job. Chloe quickly realized that. But, god, was it rewarding.         She teamed up with the schools in the city’s low-economic regions; using music         as a reward for good behavior and to keep kids off the streets. Their lives         weren’t easy, but being able to vent through singing and explore their sense         of self seemed to keep their heads above water -- which was more than Chloe         could ever ask for. Plus, the good thing about acapella was, you didn’t need         instruments to sing. She got by with very little grants and government         funding; she learned to make do with what she had.

        In the same way she had adapted without the Bellas, she thought.

        It was purely a stroke of goodwill that had her where she was. Chloe had         been trying for months to get her kids recognized on a level more than just         high school assemblies and local riff-offs. She had been dealing with         rejection after rejection; local and distant labels unable or unwilling to give         her and her kids a chance. But it wasn’t a deterrence for Miss Beale -- only         a challenge that could eventually be overcome.

        “Bring yourself and some recordings of your kid’s voices. We’ll sit down         with the team and see what we can come up with -- sound good?”         “Oh my god, yes! I think the experience alone would be good for them. They         can see where hard work can get them!”

        Then it was.

        And that was the grand tale of how Chloe Beale ended up in L.A. of all places;         a clipboard in one hand and a thumb drive in the other. She had the potential         to give them the next Beyoncé, Jay Z or even Taylor Swift if she was lucky,         but it was up to the label to decide what they thought of them -- and of her.

        And it made her miss Beca more than ever. She couldn’t even call her for         advice.

[killforfries-archived-blog]

things said at 1AM ft. @ourbrokencrowns

            how long, she wonders. she doesn’t think of how long it’s been,                because it feels like a lifetime. it feels like she has always existed                in their presence, that she has never existed without them. she thinks                of how long it will be. how long can she sate both lust and greed,                when vibrant souls fill the streets below, ripe for the claiming,                corrupting. doubts creep up, seeping into her core and her fingers                reach out to tangle in jules’ while his eyes remain fixed on the                illuminated screen of his phone. music filters into the elevator, and                 she watches the lights blink in and out as they ascend towards the                heavens. her cheek rests against the solid wall of demetrius’ chest.                chestnut hues drift shut. it’s not often that she’s tired, maybe it’s                thoughts of forever that wear her down; nothing lasts forever.

               words like that catch on her tongue and stick in her throat. there                are more of them everyday, and they get harder to swallow. she                could fill a novel with things she has thought to say to the brothers.                is it the power that consumes, or is it truly them? and when will she                allow herself to accept that she is wholly consumed by them? when                will she admit to herself that this isn’t just loyalty any longer, or a                campaign for power, to rule over something? because she has it all.                they will reign over this city until it’s swallowed in flames, and she                will stand there, tall between them.

               doors roll open, inviting the trio into the penthouse. it’s a familiar                scenario, one that usually ends with the bathroom steamed out or                the sheets thrown off the king sized bed. but she’s slow about it                tonight, even as jules settles at the edge of the bed and she feels                 demi fill the space between herself and the closing elevator door. her                eyes are lowered as his deft fingers draw the zipper down her spine;                dark satin spills down tanned flesh and toned legs. she wonders if it                was like this the first time. was she a lamb amongst lions? no. she’s                never been seen as weak, least of all by them. she is the lion. the                hunter, the one who moves in the night and takes what she wants.                even from them. but this last thing she wishes to claim, it sends a                 fluttering through her belly and makes her head light. 

               they trade places. her hips roll slowly as she climbs on demi’s lap,                jules’ hands gentle as they roam up her back. she pushes, sending                 the three of them toppling onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and                expensive sheets. her skin is warm as she settles between them, in the                space she’s stolen as her own. she’ll claim the city, and take them                 with it. how long? maybe it doesn’t matter.

               she doesn’t beg. she demands it. it’s soft, still, spoken with passion                as toes curl and eyes close and lips dance across flesh.  

                                                             “tell me you love me.”

[alicelongbottomthellarchive]

“Surprised, aren’t you? I knew you would be.” ( grandpa frank )

sounds like the nightmare before christmas

          ❝ This is amazing, gramps !  I mean,                it’s not the unicorn I’ve wanted since forever,                      but still AMAZING ! ❞

[killforfries-archived-blog]

@ourbrokencrowns | continued.

         the demon looks down at him, smirking as she drops her          towel; she slowly lowers herself into the water and dips          herself under the bubbles, keeping herself just out of his          reach. she leans back, her toes bumping against his leg.                                     “–––– when have i EVER teased you?”

[licnbcrn]

@ourbrokencrowns

She had always known them, back when skinned knees and chocolate milk were the only things on her mind. Back when her and Petunia were still best friends, back when her parents were going to live forever. They’d started out as imaginary friends, figments of a little girl’s mind. But they were real. Real for her. And when they wanted to be, real for everyone else.  “Where have you two gotten off to, then?” Her tone was sharp, slightly out of breath as she heaved the last box up the stairs. Frank, bless him, had been helping her (Sirius had at first, at least, but then he’d started getting into something, she didn’t know what), but now she couldn’t find either of them. Not that they were too far. They always stayed fairly close.  Their new flat was small, but it was what she could afford based on the small sum of money her parents had left her and the dead end job as a waitress at a local pub. However, it would do quite nicely -- she had always wanted to live in the city, far away from Cokeworth, far away from memories she’d rather forget, and this was a place where she didn’t have to see her sister or her pig of a brother-in-law.  It would work nicely for the three of them, she thought. There was only one bed, of course, one room, but she still wasn’t entirely sure if Frank or Sirius slept. Amazing, really, that she’d known them most of her life, but she still didn’t know what they were. Not human, she knew that. She’d learned that many times -- the two of them could disappear whenever they wanted. Sirius’ favorite game was to disappear from everyone else while they were all talking, making it look like Lily was talking to herself. Got a right laugh out of that one, he did.  Human or not, she loved them with all her heart. They were her very best friends, both of them. Had been through everything with her, had been there for her when she lost it all. She couldn’t imagine the world without them in it. “I’m about to order dinner if you two have any suggestions! I’m thinking Indian.”