withcringhcurss

[withcringhcurss]

strong  girl ,  graceful  girl ,  whiplash  of  a  person  girl  :  you’re  made  of poise  and  power  (  and  the  burnt  edges  of  ancient  tomes )  ,  but  they  favour  the former more  than  the  latter  .  curious  girl  , why  can’t  you  think  before  you  speak  girl  ,  better  follow  your  own  advice  girl  :  you  live  for  the  blood  in  your  veins  ,  carry  your  name  like  a  torch  and  tip  it  to  set  your  sacrifices ablaze  . fearless soul  ,  devoted soul  , we’ll  pull  through  so  long  as  we’re  together soul  ;  you’re  the  fake  it  ‘til  you  make  it  girl  but  they’ll never know  ,  and  that’s  alright  by  you  .  they  bow  to  you  .

lestrange  ,  b  .  

(   ��unspeakable  ,  pureblood  ,  death eater  )

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘    /    𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

[withcringhcurss]

﹕   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑⠀  ›      @alliecarrow​

"  shit  ,  watch  it  !  "  the  words  toppled  from  her  lips  a  second  too  late  ,  and  for  a  brief  moment  lily  was  sure  this  would  be  fine  —  that  was  ,  of  course  ,  until  the  wand  she'd  pulled  out  in  a  panic  was  bumped  right  out  of  her  hand  ,  flying  into  a  mess  of  rushing  people  and  swirling  robes  .  this  was  .  .  .  this  was  bad  .  oh  ,  fuck  ,  this  was  bad  —  she  was  alone  ,  defenseless  ,  her  wand  was  merlin  knew  where  and  if  this  was  an  attack  ?  she  was  a  sitting  duck  .  people  nudged  and  pushed  ,  and  for  a  moment  the  redhead  simply  stood  there  :  options  rushing  through  her  mind  like  a  frantic  rolodex  .  help  .  she  needed  to  find  someone  who  seemed  trustworthy  and  ask  for  help  .  she  weaved  through  the  crowd  of  wix  ,  the  other  redhead  catching  her  eye  and  instinct  nudging  her  forward  .  "  merlin  ,  sorry  ,  i  —  my  wand's  lost  in  the  crowd  ,  would  you  mind  if  i  stuck  close  to  you  ?  "

[withcringhcurss]

﹕ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊   ›

      ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙  𝑏𝑒  𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒       than   honest   in  saying  there’s  particular   reason   behind  his  choice  to  come  visit  lily  at  the  pub  she’d  mention  getting   work   in .    for   one ,   and  the  most  obvious   —    confirmation .     he  wouldn’t  put  it  anywhere   past   her  to   lie ,    and  was  more  than  pleased  to  find  the   times   matched  too ,   based  on  the  eyes  he  meets   near  -  immediately  upon   coming  in .    sirius’   lips  stretch  wide  at  her  quip  as  he  takes  a  seat  over  the  nearest  stool .       ❛     are  you  so   disappointed ,    evans ?    i  can  go  back  and   change .    i’ll  look  even   less   like  i’m  causing  trouble  if  my  suits  actually  see  use  outside  of   functions .   and  i   know   how  well  i  wear  them ,   no  need  to  elaborate ,   ❜        he  brings  a  hand  up ,   waving  off  a  comment  that   definitely   wasn’t  coming  up  from her .    but  sitting  where  he  is  and  glancing  around ,   it  definitely  draws  about  the   second  reason  he’d  come  —   curiosity .    it  is ,   after  all ,   a   muggle   pub .   and  it  feels   like  one ,   too .    very   simplistic ,   as  muggles  seem  to  now  be .   slick  and   coordinated ,    without  the  distinct ,    medieval   flair   pubs  in   diagon  alley   often  had .       ❛     nice   place ,   ❜     he  comments  idly  before  drawing  his  attention  back  to  lily .    he  knows   immediately   that  something’s   a    little   off  in  her  responses .   something   softer ,    and  it   itches   within  him .    therein  was  the   last   reason  he  came  —   conception .    the  attempt  to   wipe   away  an   impression   he  might’ve  left  last  time  they  saw  each  other .   he  keeps  his  expression  placid ,   giving  nothing  save  for  the  light  nudge  to  her  box .       ❛     need  any   help ?   ❜

"  please  do  ,  and  take  your  time  ,  we  close  at  three  .  well  ,  i've  seen  clothes  hangers  do  it  better  but  alas  ,  who  can  really  compare  to  those  ?  "  a  brow  raised  as  she  rested  her  elbow  on  the  box  ,  the  smile  she  splattered  on  her  face  just  a  tad  ironic  —  she  might  be  more  inclined  to  speak  to  one  sirius  black  ,  but  it  hardly  meant  she'd  let  him  win  .  not  that  they  were  playing  any  sort  of  game  ,  but  as  far  as  lily  evans  was  aware  ?  the  marauders  wouldn't  out  -  quip  her  .  the  day  they  did  ,  would  be  the  day  she  was  dead  on  the  ground  .  "  pays  the  bills  ,  and  tips  well  .  less  chaos  too  ,  which  is  appreciated  .  "  nails  tapped  against  the  cardboard  box  for  a  moment  as  she  studied  the  other  gryffindor  ,  humming  for  a  second  as  she  took  him  in  —  as  well  as  his  offer  .  she  was  here  alone  ,  and  it  was  a  relatively  quiet  night  .  it  helped  that  her  boss  didn't  quite  care  what  she  did  as  long  as  money  was  made  and  patrons  were  happy  ,  so  the  split  decision  she  made  (  and  prayed  wouldn't  regret  immediately  )  was  settled  ,  shrugging  and  pointing  a  thumb  to  the  back  room  .  "  sure  .  there's  more  in  the  back  ,  i'll  buy  you  a  drink  if  y'make  yourself  useful  .  "

[withcringhcurss]

﹕ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐒   ›

for lily evans.

diagon alley | @withcringhcurs​

                 ❝   you   make   me   so   proud,   you   know   ?   ❞   sloane   was   feeling   exactly   how   she   expected   mrs.   evans   to   feel   at   a   time   like   this.   back   to   school   shopping   before   the   rush   of   first   years   ran   through   the   shops,   when   the   streets   were   still   quiet,   and   the   shelves   were   still   full.   it   felt   weird   for   sloane   to   not   be   going   back   with   lily,   and   that   they’d   have   to   be   apart   for   some   time,   but   she   was   also   so   excited   for   her   best   friend   to   accomplish   all   the   things   that   one   should   in   their   final   year   at   hogwarts.   ❝   when   you’re   there   you’ll   check   in   on   everyone   for   me   ?   i   hope   professor   sprout   doesn’t   miss   me   too   much.   oh   !   or   the   fat   friar   —   i   never   got   to   say   goodbye   to   that   poor   ghost.   ❞   she   reminisced   at   the   thought,   shaking   her   head   as   they   landed   near   gladrags.   ❝   are   new   robes   on   the   list   this   year   ?   ❞ 

"  babes  ,  it's  just  seventh  year  .  .  .  but  thank  you  .  "  the  grin  was  full  and  genuine  as  lily  shifted  to  press  a  rather  noisy  kiss  to  sloane's  cheek  ,  fighting  back  the  urge  to  feel  emotional  about  going  back  to  the  castle  without  her  —  it  didn't  feel  real  ,  and  thank  merlin  for  that  ,  huh  ?  it  made  sure  that  the  redhead  could  push  the  emotion  down  and  ignore  it  for  now  ,  instead  nudging  the  blonde  —  taking  her  arm  as  they  walked  and  wrinkling  her  nose  in  amusement  .  "  i'll  write  a  full  report  on  the  state  of  the  castle  ,  and  make  sure  everyone  knows  you  adore  them  ,  love  .  oh  ,  speaking  of  ,  please  don't  forget  about  try  -  outs  ?  if  you're  not  there  ,  i  won't  be  able  to  do  it  .  "  the  girl  blinked  ,  free  hand  moving  to  dig  the  list  from  the  confines  of  her  pocket  ,  sighing  long  and  deep  as  she  waved  it  about  .  "  yep  .  think  i  can  get  away  with  my  old  ones  ?  "

[withcringhcurss]

﹕ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑   ›

try though the potters had to raise a truly traditional boy, truly, the traditions james liked best were those of his own creation, like this one; the first i’m already sick of your shit and you haven’t said anything yet eyebrow raise from lily when he hadn’t seen in her in a while. james loved that. the energy? and the thinly veiled aggression behind it? oh, it was so fun. so, where lily pulled on her best attempt at getting through this quickly, james settled in for the long haul, ignoring the question entirely with a bright smile and a finger aimed upwards. “you put this on? this is a great song, you’ve got taste.” shaking his head, the smile lingered for a moment before before james, ever in motion was drumming his fingers on the countertop as he settled on a stool and then folding them over politely in front of himself. “i’ll take a pint, please. don’t kick me out, I came for a very good reason. a mission of peace. goodwill, if you will, and if you will, of course, forgive the repetition.” the grin grew again, he couldn’t help himself, but he had the grace to look sheepish for half a beat as well at his own joke. “I was hoping you’d look at it like this – if we get all of the surprises out of the way before the term starts then everything is already on track to be uphill from there, because you will have had time to adjust, right? kind.” he leaned forward, resting his chin on his folded hands for a moment, ridiculously, then tilted his head to smile one last time with charm he knew she wouldn’t enjoy. “I also just brought a random stack of bills and i’m willing to let you keep the entire thing when I leave and rob me blind.”

"  i've  been  told  .  "  the  even  ,  deadpan  tone  of  voice  was  often  reserved  just  for  him  ,  and  while  usually  lily  wouldn't  stick  around  to  chat  with  one  james  potter  ,  at  the  moment  she  found  herself  without  options  —  she  let  him  talk  ,  just  moving  to  get  the  man  his  pint  and  accidentally  (  well  ,  at  least  it  was  her  excuse  )  spill  some  over  his  sleeve  when  the  glass  was  pushed  his  way  .  "  first  off  ,  i  can't  kick  you  out  —  unfortunately  for  both  of  us  —  and  second  of  all  i  truly  do  appreciate  your  .  .  .  concern  ,  but  i'm  quite  sure  you  can't  surprise  me  anymore  .  your  stupidity  reached  its  peak  a  while  back  ,  now  it's  just  sad  ,  y'know  ?  "  a  raised  brow  punctuated  her  words  and  the  wix  settled  against  the  counter  ,  moving  to  grab  her  discarded  cigarette  and  taking  a  deep  drag  ,  nearly  choking  at  the  mention  of  money  .  of  course  ,  out  of  all  people  in  the  world  ,  he  would  be  the  one  who  would  waltz  in  here  and  offer  her  what  she  could  only  imagine  was  an  idiotic  amount  of  money  to  put  up  with  him  .  it  made  her  gaze  turn  to  james'  face  again  ,  just  a  hint  of  fire  behind  her  eyes  that  she  attempted  to  quiet  with  a  long  exhale  ,  the  urge  to  put  her  cigarette  out  on  him  a  little  too  overwhelming  for  comfort  .  "  don't  you  have  someone  else  to  torture  with  your  presence  ,  potter  ?  or  maybe  someone  else  to  throw  money  at  —  instead  of  coming  over  to  remind  me  just  how  much  of  an  overinflated  chucklefuck  you  are  ?  "

[withcringhcurss]

﹕ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖   ›

peter had been a bit over the place if he was being honest with himself, with jamie reoccurring in his life again and getting attacked by mj, a lot had happened and it was like he couldn’t have a moment to himself. he had been staying home since narcissa’s black’s party and tried to lay low but if he was honest? he was never good at that. he had ventured out into the world with only his wallet that was falling apart with a promise to his mum that he would be back at a respectful amount of time before he sauntered out to find lily. it hadn’t been that long since he had seen her but he had missed her, she had a way of bringing him out of his own problems and reminding him that they were all still very much in the present, even if the wixen world seemed to flash by them within seconds. by the time he had made it into the pub his eyes were searching for hers and when he had caught her eye he had smiled, held a hand up before walking over towards her and making himself at home, grabbing the drink. “me? forgetting about my best girl?” he says with a smile, snorting at the thought, throwing his hand dramatically before he took a sip. “i’d never, lil.” he brings the drink back down again before taking a deep breath. “i had temporarily gotten a job at hogs head inn before that imploded in my face,” he begins to explain, shaking his head at what lead to him being fired. it wasn’t like people weren’t expecting it—peter had meant nothing to the wizarding world—and he just had to get used to it. “but i’ve been taking odd jobs ever since then and now i’m here, because i wanted to see you.”

"  pretty  boys  do  that  ,  one  can  never  be  too  careful  with  you  lot  —  but  i'm  glad  you've  not  replaced  me  .  "  truth  be  told  ,  lily  hadn't  been  keeping  up  with  anything  these  days  :  work  took  up  her  nights  ,  and  between  sleeping  and  the  wedding  plans  that  had  taken  over  the  evans  household  ?  she'd  barely  found  time  to  catch  up  with  friends  .  for  a  moment  ,  she  thought  that  it  was  better  not  to  ask  —  she  didn't  need  to  know  what  had  happened  with  peter's  job  ,  not  at  all  .  .  .  but  something  about  the  way  he'd  spoken  tugged  at  something  inside  her  ,  making  her  sigh  as  her  mind  decided  that  she  couldn't  leave  it  alone  .  no  ,  instead  lily  moved  to  get  herself  a  drink  ,  brow  raising  as  she  turned  to  eye  peter  ,  her  tone  even  as  she  spoke  .  "  you  can  talk  to  me  ,  y'know  ?  we're  .  .  .  in  limbo  here  ,  can't  really  be  overhead  if  you  fancy  sharing  .  "  the  nod  was  definite  as  she  settled  against  the  counter  ,  bringing  her  glass  to  clink  gently  against  his  and  grinning  —  her  free  hand  moving  to  dig  the  squished  pack  of  smokes  from  her  back  pocket  ,  tossing  it  her  friend's  way  .  "  for  what  it's  worth  ,  i'm  glad  i  got  a  visit  ,  but  if  you  need  something  for  the  next  couple  weeks  'til  term  starts  i  could  talk  to  the  boss  ?  we  could  use  an  extra  hand  in  the  weekends  ,  and  the  guy  who  helped  out  just  quit  .  "

[withcringhcurss]

﹕ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎   ›

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬.

@withcringhcurs​

                 ❝      good   …   bad   …      you’re   overcomplicating   it   .   there’s   no   black   and   white      ❞

"  there's  no  such  thing  as  overcomplicating  when  it  comes  to  this  ,  alice  .  "  there  was  a  gentle  huff  that  lily  couldn't  quite  keep  in  ,  hands  moving  up  to  rub  her  face  and  stifle  the  groan  she  felt  bubbling  up  her  throat  .  merlin  helped  her  .  "  it's  right  or  wrong  ,  simple  as  that  .  "

[withcringhcurss]

“The world is wrong. You can’t put the past behind you. It’s buried in you; it’s turned your flesh into its own cupboard. Not everything remembered is useful but it all comes from the world to be stored in you.”

— Citizen: An American Lyric, Claudia Rankine (via decreation)

[withcringhcurss]

﹕   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑⠀  ›      @jimmyjcms

at  this  point  in  the  summer  ,  lily  was  positive  nothing  else  could  truly  surprise  her  —  between  her  friendship  with  peter  ,  her  sudden  urge  to  speak  to  one  sirius  black  and  the  wixen  world  falling  apart  ?  she'd  not  felt  truly  shocked  by  anything  .  well  ,  to  that  effect  ,  she  was  sure  that  petunia's  wedding  dress  —  a  big  white  fluff  of  fabric  that  resembled  a  cupcake  splattered  on  the  floor  —  had  ensured  she'd  never  be  taken  by  surprise  at  anything  ever  again  .  and  yet  ,  as  she  lit  another  cigarette  and  absentmindedly  ran  a  rag  over  the  counter  ,  hips  swaying  gently  to  the  soft  -  playing  music  ,  she  found  that  the  sight  of  james  potter  walking  through  the  door  was  unexpected  to  say  the  least  .  ah  ,  she  was  going  to  kill  peter  .  or  sirius  .  or  both  of  them  at  once  ,  save  herself  time  and  the  clean  -  up  .  of  course  someone  had  told  him  where  she  worked  ,  and  truly  there  was  no  escape  now  :  she'd  just  have  to  deal  with  his  presence  .  that  didn't  mean  ,  however  ,  she  had  to  be  happy  about  it  .  the  rag  was  thrown  on  her  shoulder  ,  brow  arching  as  one  hand  moved  to  rest  against  the  bar  ,  the  other  pulling  her  cigarette  from  her  mouth  and  shifting  it  to  rest  in  the  old  ashtray  .  "  potter  .  what  can  i  get  ya  ?  "

[withcringhcurss]

﹕   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑⠀  ›      @wrongdoeir

this  had  become  part  of  her  traditions  this  summer  ,  the  sneaking  past  the  two  creaky  steps  in  the  quiet  house  (  if  it  could  be  considered  quiet  with  michael  evans'  stable  snoring  travelling  through  the  well  -  loved  home  )  ,  sending  a  silent  prayer  to  whoever  was  listening  that  the  heavy  sound  of  the  front  door  closing  didn't  wake  anyone  up  —  she  was  an  adult  ,  yes  ,  but  she  knew  her  parents  would  worry  if  she  was  suddenly  leaving  at  night  .  lily  didn't  want  to  give  them  reasons  to  fret  ,  and  that  was  precisely  why  she  made  her  way  down  the  ghostly  street  ,  the  faintest  hint  of  fog  rolling  in  mixing  and  melting  with  the  smoke  from  the  cigarette  she  let  dangle  between  her  lips  :  she  needed  to  think  ,  and  she  couldn't  do  so  stuck  in  her  childhood  bedroom  ,  with  petunia  next  door  dreaming  of  weddings  and  her  innocent  parents  unaware  of  the  turmoil  their  youngest  daughter  couldn't  help  but  feel  .  fuck  .  careless  steps  were  taken  until  her  legs  decided  to  stop  ,  and  lily  plopped  herself  down  on  someone's  front  steps  ,  taking  in  the  gentle  relief  of  nicotine  and  the  buzzing  of  cicatas  .  in  moments  like  these  ,  she  could  almost  forget  that  hot  ,  gooey  rage  that  seemed  to  be  stuck  inside  her  chest  ,  forget  that  urge  to  scream  every  time  her  mind  wasn't  filled  with  tasks  to  accomplish  and  things  to  do  .  her  foot  tapped  against  the  worn  tar  road  ,  ash  was  tipped  down  and  were  it  not  for  the  sound  of  someone  walking  ,  lily  would've  allowed  herself  some  pretentious  ,  melodramatic  metaphor  about  how  she  too  was  ash  .  no  ,  her  middle  of  the  night  ravings  halted  to  a  stop  —  the  polite  smile  she  showed  everyone  in  this  town  slipping  from  her  lips  the  second  she  recognized  the  figure  .    '  just  keep  your  mouth  shut  .  leave  him  be  ,  don't  start  something  .  '    but  words  pushed  past  her  poor  attempts  at  logic  before  she  could  help  them  ,  causing  her  to  cringe  to  herself  the  second  she  disturbed  the  night's  silence  .  "  i  don't  have  my  wand  on  me  —  in  case  you  fancy  getting  on  the  prophet's  first  page  tomorrow  .  i  reckon  your  friends  would  love  that  .  "

[withcringhcurss]

﹕   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑⠀  ›      @mcggleborns

while  the  hog's  head  wasn't  necessarily  lily's  first  choice  of  place  to  frequent  ,  the  night  off  had  urged  her  to  get  out  of  the  house  and  do  something  —  she  should've  owled  someone  ,  most  likely  ,  maybe  tried  to  see  if  one  of  her  friends  fancied  a  night  out  ,  but  the  urge  to  be  alone  for  a  few  hours  won  the  silent  argument  she'd  had  with  herself  .  walking  had  done  her  some  good  ,  gotten  her  thoughts  clear  and  allowed  the  girl  to  relax  a  bit  —  window  shopping  and  the  night's  breeze  on  her  face  ,  as  well  as  the  sight  of  families  walking  down  cobblestone  roads  had  done  wonders  to  keep  her  mind  from  spiraling  ,  from  going  places  she  knew  would  only  keep  her  up  at  night  .  the  idea  of  popping  inside  the  pub  and  seeing  if  teddy  was  working  was  as  much  of  a  distraction  as  it  was  a  disguised  want  to  check  on  him  :  to  make  sure  he  was  alright  ,  because  merlin  only  knew  they  were  in  the  same  boat  ,  and  that  boat  was  full  of  holes  .  still  ,  she  plastered  a  grin  on  her  face  ,  making  her  way  inside  and  plopping  herself  down  on  the  precariously  balanced  stool  ,  nails  tapping  over  the  counter  for  a  moment  in  a  playful  tune  as  she  spoke  .  "  good  sir  ,  i'd  like  a  glass  of  your  cheapest  firewhiskey  .  "

[withcringhcurss]

﹕   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑⠀  ›      @aciiers

lily  would  be  the  first  to  admit  that  she  had  a  surprising  tendency  to  stumble  upon  things  that  seemed  out  of  place  —  she'd  always  been  great  at  '  find  the  differences  '  games  ,  had  never  lost  a  game  of  hide  and  seek  ,  could  pick  out  the  most  expensive  item  from  a  display  without  a  glance  at  the  price  -  tag  :  it  wasn't  a  particularly  useful  talent  ,  but  she  knew  she  was  good  at  it  .  walking  out  of  the  cramped  backroom  of  the  pub  ,  a  box  of  bottles  to  replace  in  hand  ,  and  seeing  one  sirius  black  approaching  her  ?  she'd  not  seen  that  one  coming  ,  and  while  before  this  summer  she  would've  snapped  at  him  without  hesitation  .  .  .  she  was  regretfully  curious  now  .  she'd  not  given  too  much  thought  to  their  chance  meeting  ,  but  the  redhead  remembered  his  face  —  the  way  something  about  his  eyes  that  night  had  caused  her  heart  to  squeeze  painfully  inside  her  chest  for  just  a  second  .  fuck  her  ,  huh  ?  so  ,  no  ,  she  didn't  snap  at  him  .  instead  ,  lily  simply  set  the  box  down  with  a  chorus  of  clinks  ,  brow  raised  in  unison  with  the  tilt  of  her  head  as  she  spoke  .  "  no  funny  lookin'  suit  this  time  ,  black  ?  i'm  heartbroken  .  "

[withcringhcurss]

﹕   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑⠀  ›      @peterpettigrcw

slow  nights  had  become  a  staple  in  the  small  pub  as  august  began  to  trickle  closer  to  september  ,  the  more  modern  spots  in  muggle  london  far  more  inviting  than  the  quiet  atmosphere  of  her  workplace  —  it  made  for  free  time  ,  leaving  lily  to  ponder  on  how  things  changed  in  the  blink  of  an  eye  .  it  had  been  barely  a  week  since  she'd  laid  eyes  on  one  peter  pettigrew  and  by  some  sort  of  odd  glitch  in  the  fabric  of  the  universe  ,  she  missed  him  —  the  sound  of  his  voice  had  somehow  become  comforting  ,  and  with  dangerous  thoughts  swimming  inside  her  mind  ,  she  craved  it  .  it  was  why  when  the  creaky  door  was  pushed  open  and  she  saw  his  face  ,  the  girl's  grin  —  a  tired  reflex  that  seemed  to  pair  well  with  the  pallor  under  her  carefully  applied  blush  ,  the  cold  blue  of  the  circles  under  emerald  eyes  —  doubled  ,  hands  moving  to  get  him  a  pint  before  he'd  even  reached  the  bar  .  "  thought  you'd  forgotten  me  ,  pete  .  "

[withcringhcurss]

Kennedy McMann as Nancy Drew 

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A Star Is Born (2018) dir. Bradley Cooper

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courageous  girl  ,  driven girl  ,  charge  forward  without  a  doubt  girl  —  hands  shaking  when  they  don't  see  you  girl  .  you're  the fake  perfect  girl because  flaws  will  make  you  stumble  and fall ,  but  perfect  isn't  beautiful : perfect is  the  whimper  in  your  heart every  time  it  slips  from  your  grasp  like  smoke  from  a  cigarette  . don't  be  frightened girl  ,  please  be  brave  girl  —  perfect  is  what  you  wish  you  were  but  they  don't  know  that  fear is  your  friend  and  panic  your  god  .  your  armour  cracks  every  day a  little  more  and  they  look  away  .  you're  thankful  .

evans  ,  l  .  

(    gryffindor  ,  muggleborn  ,  seventh year    )

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘    /    𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

[withcringhcurss]

Every morning, got a hollow where my heart goes I never listen, but I see it with my eyes closed I know you, I remember from the grass stain Maybe I could be a better human with a new name