ɪs ɪᴛ 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ ?

[tcntrums]

HALF REVERSE STARTER CALL ! if ur cool w me replying to ur most recent open (just bc i know sometimes people get bored w them after a few days) pls like this ! if you don’t have a recent open/i can’t make it work n you’d be down for a closed starter from narcisa, also give this a like n i’ll get @ it !

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lvoplds:

     ‘ scoot. ’ he orders but plops down next to narcisa anyway, bits of warm popcorn bounce off the bowl leo had brought with him, ready to settle back & presume his day of doing absolutely nothing but of course, his jaw clenches. ‘ why did you change the fucking channel ? i’m not watching this shit again, cici. ’ —– @tcntrums

     the only move narcisa makes is to take a handful of popcorn from the bowl without invitation, popping them into her mouth one by one shamelessly. there’s a brief look of confusion clouding her features that moves into frustration as she tears her attention away from the screen at last. “ what ? NO. this is an entirely different movie. that was the one with channing tatum, this is the one with colin firth. i guess it’s amanda bynes week. ” apparently, she’s the only one that has earned this time off, fingers clinging to the remote as if it’s hers entirely. “ if you don’t like it, feel free to fly back to your CAVE. i’ll tell your mother you said goodbye whenever i see her. ”

[goode-matthew]

[jgreyshq-blog]

*.:｡♦ ⋅ ⋆ — let me be.

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jgreyshq:

“turn the lights back off, it’s only noon.” he grumbled, ignoring the pounding headache that had started around about the sixth round of drinks last night. “can you call the front and tell them to send up every single pain medication they have and at least fourteen bottles of water? oh! and a batch of strawberries, i’m hungry.” ( @tcntrums )

     undeterred, narcisa ignores the demand and steps away from the light switch with a pointed look on her face. “ it’s NOON. there’s nothing o n l y about it. everyone with any self-respect has been up for hours already. ” in one hand, she shakes the bottle of painkillers she’s swiped from her father’s bathroom while the other hand holds up a white paper bag for show. “ look… croissants ! i know, i think of everything. get up ! ” she’s chipper with her orders as if she’s dealing with a child. “ you can’t eat in bed. it’s time to start functioning like a NORMAL person ! ”

[monicas]

depending on the day, i’m either rachel or monica

[tcntrums]

got any kinks?

“ love, affection, honesty, trust, diamonds, compromise. ”

[tcntrums]

least faves ?

“ i wish i had the time for that. if i don’t like someone, i’m not thinking about them. ”

[tcntrums]

but DID you fingerblast anyone lately? if no, anyone your finger is itching to blast?

“ no, i haven’t FINGERBLASTED anyone lately. or ever. but you know what my finger IS itching to do ? pull the trigger. watch your back, leo. ”

[tcntrums]

Do you want to be married?

“ of course. don’t we all ? ”

[tcntrums]

hey cici how's your head

haven’t had any complaints yet ! “ it’s been better… i’ve had this headache for a week and it just won’t go away. ”

[tcntrums]

[tcntrums]

✦   ❛   𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱  ›  step-scissors

LEO: "a mindless toe. don't forget the mindless part."

--- and the most accurate part. she didn't look like a toe. she looked like a stubbed one.

LEO: "uhh let's see -- I had an assignment I had to fingerblast a few books for."

a shuffling is heard. he's now holding his phone to his ear by his shoulder as his hands busied themselves, throwing a small heap of dirty laundry in a duffel bag to take home. he's also evading her question, regarding it silly and other reasons unmentioned.

LEO: "does that count, ceec? did *you* fingerblast anyone today?"

CICI: "none of your business!"

that could really be a yes or no coming from narcisa, but her lacking social life makes the latter more likely.

CICI: "don't call me again unless it's an emergency. buy a dream journal."

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rvchies:

the coyly disguised laughter could embarrass him, but instead, just makes him bend his head, accept his defeat and if richard’s honest – he also admires it a little.he’s kind of proud that he’s able to bring out that reaction in her, even if it’s at his own expense. somehow, he doesn’t mind it much. “yeah, laugh it up, fernandes. some friend you are.” he feigns hurt, but the smile that spreads slowly on his lips betray him. “fine. don’t worry about me. other than my ego, i’m pretty sure nothing’s bruised.” richie shrugs and shakes his head in disbelief. “you’re seriously not even trying to hide it now? wow. i could’ve died. i could’ve… i don’t know. hit my head and passed out. or even had a cardiac arrest. someone would’ve had to perform cpr on me or something.” the male exaggerates, throwing a hand over his chest.

     “ oh, please ! i wouldn’t have let you die, ” she’s laughing freely now with a sense of relief, because honestly ? narcisa is glad to have a good excuse to grin like a fool in his company, so often having to hold back the smile that comes naturally so as not to risk embarrassment. it’s a dramatic change from the tense week she’s had and the emotional edge she’s aware she will return to once she takes a seat at her desk again. “ in fact, feel free to trip again so i can prove what an incredible friend i am. i’m not cpr certified, but i’ll try ANYTHING. ” it’s easy enough now, but she knows she’ll cringe over her rare attempt at a joke later. “ i don’t think i have anything to offer your ego, but i feel a little guilty now. there’s no real winner here, is there ? ”

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mclbcl:

“i feel like gossip girl just doesn’t have a life, y’know?? melinda rambled to the person in front of her as she got the latest blast. all it resulted in was a roll of her eyes. she was just glad that the site hadn’t decided to post anything about her recently–or her past, for that matter. “i mean, who spends all of their time following the people in the upper east side and posting their secrets?? it just feels so…high-school, right??”

     “ i don’t know... we do most of the HARD work for her. we’re the ones creating and reacting to every possible scandal, gossip girl just passes that information on. ” exhaustion is obvious in her features, but her words are telling enough on their own. she fights a yawn and reminds herself of just how much she despises gossip girl, but the energy for a passionate reaction just isn’t there right now. “ high school never really ends, does it ? all you can do is ignore it and try to be a good person. you can’t get exposed if you have no nasty secrets. what are YOU afraid of ? ”

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fvckstvllas:

     ‘ actually, they throw on the tiniest dress imaginable and maybe a pair of ears and call themselves the most innocuous animal they can think of— last year, someone came as a sexy anteater, and at this point, i can’t even be mad ! ’ this would also give the impression that stella was more clever than the average party guest, but her costumes were only notable in how quickly they were discarded after several shots; she hadn’t cultivated the most demure halloween reputation. ‘ one of these days, i’m going to throw a party that you can’t dodge with work or fancy, schmancy documents. in fact, thanksgiving might be the best occasion - tell me, ci, how do you feel about dressing up as a sexy turkey ? ’

     “ a sexy anteater ? that sounds... kind of terrifying, actually. much scarier than a sexy cat, anyway. ” narcisa has never been comfortable in costumes, often finding an excuse to wear a nice dress to any themed event she couldn’t avoid, but that’s not going to stop her from judging them. confusion in her furrowed brow and a hint of fear in her eyes, she’s already working on excuses to get out of this one without being TOO rude. “ okay, yep ! that’s not happening. if your plans for thanksgiving really look anything like that, i’ll have my driver kidnap you and seat you at step-mother’s dining table. one thanksgiving dinner conversation with leopold and his equally disgusting cousins, and i promise that the holiday will be ruined for you forever. no more sexy turkeys, thank god. ”

[tcntrums]

✦   ❛   𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱  ›  step-scissors

it wasn't a pause on leo's end, but he was definitely not egging that on so he'd push past just as she did. his amusement fades into eye rolls and he's back to the assumed position of the perpetually vexed step-sibling of narcisa's.

LEO: "yeah, whatever. i'll be home soon --- and i'm a law major, you mindless toe. stop projecting."

CICI: "did you really just call me a toe?"

there's disbelief in her voice, but she holds back on suggesting leo take a look in the mirror. she can be heard setting the phone aside, no longer interested in the conversation.

CICI: "so you really didn't fingerblast anyone today?"

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rvchies:

right, so maybe hand to feet coordination wasn’t one of richard’s many habilities. it proves true when he doesn’t really feel the step ahead of him, stumbles gracefully, recovers and finally, falls on his knees. he gets up quickly, quicker than he would give himself credit for. a blush tints his cheeks slightly, as he brushes the mess of dark locks backwards with his fingers and regains his composure. “please tell me you didn’t see that. because that would be… not my proudest moment.” ( @tcntrums​ )

     the mess of a scene pulls narcisa from her thoughts as it plays out by her, she turns with a look that moves from shock to concern, then to relief upon the realisation that no one was dying. “ i didn’t see a thing. ” finally, there’s amusement. she’s biting back a smile and pressing fingertips to her lips in a POOR attempt to conceal her laughter. “ sorry ! i’m sorry. it’s not funny, i know. are you okay ? do you need ice ? i can get you ice. oh, i really wish i had filmed that just so you could see it from where i’m standing. i’m so sorry. ”