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“I think I feel night as poignantly as you feel separateness of human beings; one of those convictions which are so personal, so sharp, that they hurt. It seems to me that I only begin to live after the sun has gone down and the stars have come out.”

— Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf (18th of September 1925)

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Fic: as we dream by the fire (Charity/Vanessa

So, this is a Teen AU.  You know what that means.  If you don’t, then enjoy!  Just another ridiculously saccharine Christmas fic.  It’s like I have a disease and can’t stop writing them.

For @buttercupvanity, @vanitysyellow, and @chellehardwicks.  Thanks for being such lovely young women and being very kind to your Fandom Nana.

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Charity’s waiting for her when Vanessa finally leaves school.  It’s not that late, but the sun is already hanging low in the sky, bringing with it a watery sort of dusk that feels far too early even if it’s winter.  Charity doesn’t move, hunched on the wall in front of the car park at school.  It used to be a playground until teachers complained about having nowhere to leave their cars; now it’s almost full every single day.  

The collar of Charity’s black, winter coat is turned up and makes a stark contrast with the choppy line of her short, blonde hair.  She’s dyed the ends red and they catch the fading light to burn in Vanessa’s gaze.  She presses her lips together in silent reprove.  That’s completely against school rules.

As she draws closer, Vanessa sees a cloud of grey smoke drift up over Charity’s head.  She sighs anxiously.  Smoking’s against the rules, too.  

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rb this with who your 2019 artist of the year was n how long you spent listening to them, mine was thousand foot krutch and i had 75 hours

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The tea is that Irish names aren't that bizarre and Irish spelling isn't particularly wild in the grand scheme of languages, anglophones are just used to anglicising names and y'all think Irish is some fiddly dee dee funny fairy language and not like...an actual living language under threat

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Fic: Dingle All The Way: A Very Vanity Christmas - Chapter 1

Recent singleton Vanessa Woodfield opens a pop-up Christmas shop in Emmerdale, hoping to persuade the village to take part in (and win) a festive competition.  In fact, she’s pinning her future happiness on it.  Which would be fine if she wasn’t distracted by a certain landlady who doesn’t like Christmas very much at all…

Chapter 1: Deck The Halls

“Are you sure about this?” Rhona asks, dumping the last, impossibly heavy box of what she was told were clothes inside the little cottage Vanessa’s rented.  She turns in a little circle, looking at the sparse furniture and horrendous armchair that Vanessa’s owned for longer than either of them care to remember.  Tug Ghyll is painted bright yellow inside, but it feels a bit small and chilly tonight.  

The dubious expression on her face is enough to have Vanessa reaching out, squeezing her arm with a warm smile.

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have done it,” she states firmly.  Even if there’s a nagging little worry deep down in her gut, Vanessa knows that getting away from the city was the right choice.  Getting away from exes, an even better one.  She’d like both those situations to become permanent, if possible.  

No, she thinks, looking around the cottage.  Probable.  She wants a probable outcome.  Definite, if she’s really honest.  Vanessa’s put all her faith into a little village in Yorkshire and she wants - needs - something to go right.

“It’s just…I’m not sure Emmerdale’s ready for a pop-up Christmas shop,” Rhona murmurs.  She’s said as much before, so often that Vanessa started to think her best friend wasn’t really on her side at all.  That she was trying to put her off coming here.  But Rhona’s always been the cautious one, whereas Vanessa knows she has a tendency to look as she’s leaping.  Her mother used to call her a hothead and would have wholly disapproved of this entire venture, had she known.

That, in and of itself, was a good enough reason not to tell her.

Vanessa’s smile begins to fade a little before she pulls a flyer from her coat pocket and brandishes it in front of Rhona’s surprised eyes.

“Oh, they’ll be ready alright when they see this,” Vanessa says, bolstering her hopes and her confidence in one fell swoop.  Rhona grabs the flyer and reads it, then looks up at Vanessa with a little smile on her lips.

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Charity loves Vanessa, in case you haven’t heard

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let’s abolish all clocks, the concept of time itself. live by sunlight. primal instincts and internal clocks ONLY

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“I can’t fucking do this” - I mutter for the twentieth time as I continue to fucking do it

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Every Vanity kiss (so far)

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I literally cannot overstate how important creative hobbies are when dealing with mental illness. If you can’t draw, there are coloring books. If you can’t write a novel, you can write in short journaling bursts. If you can’t sing in the shower, you can listen to music. Sometimes with mental illness it feels like we have this dark presence inside of us that is bumping around in our brain and organs, causing problems. It helps immensely to let it out.

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14th January 2019 // 13th November 2019

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Me, in tears, halfway through writing a 300 word essay: I can’t do this anymore

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