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I will probably be back and start writing again soon. However, I am in doubt, if I should do a full out cleanse of my drafts and start new stuff, or see which things still inspire me and drop the others. どうしたらいいかな・・・

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Last few days before summer holiday and they are chaos, last meet up with my Japanese class, last piano class, last performance with the choir and volunteering at comic con gent for the belgian whovians so ... busy week. Next week should be calmer and should allow me time to write and hopefully catch up on stuff here

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So, aside from exams, I am also trying to make a financial plan to go to Japan next year. Trying to find locations to stay at that are cheaper than my original option is haaaard.

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School is almost over. When it is I'll be back. I have a bit of schoolwork left to get through so.

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I have tests to study for but I might be getting to some writing to get my mind off of things.

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I have two weeks left of evening class and then I am done. I'm currently in the highest year possible in Belgium for Japanese and while I'd intended to redo my year to keep the pressure of having to do things for the language and have a weekly exposure to it, Belgian politics have changed entry fees from 180 to 480.

That and my uncle being back in the hospital once again after only being out of it for a week, has been making my week a nightmare. Add to that that I have a test this week and one next week, well ... my mind is a mess and I am busy so yea not gonna be here much. I expect it'll change once I finish school at the end of the month.

Don't usually rant much but meh, it's been rough.

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Sorry for not being around. The previous week has been a nightmare.

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I am tired this week. Activity very low. So sorry. [therapy kicked my ass yesterday] and I have a full day out tomorrow.

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apparently pokemon go decided to remove the pokestop there was nearby my house ... I am NOT amused.

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A few moments later...

GAME OF THRONES ♕ 6.09 'Battle of the Bastards'

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Not endless.

Oh he hoped so indeed. For the idea that the darkness would last was enough to scare him. As an elf, the idea of darkness was suffocating. It was so bad that at times, he felt like he would drown in the dreams that had been plaguing him of late. When asked about the prophetic dreams, he smiled lightly and slowly shook his head. “I think not. And if I am, there had been none up until now.”

If anything, it was fear. Fear of the whispers in the air, fear of the darkness spreading through the woods of his home and the hearts of the people. “I think it is fear manifesting in my sleep.” He admitted, a soft sigh leaving his lips. “I see how the times have changed, even in my lifetime. It worries me.” Legolas, like many other elves, saw how more and more of his people left these lands forever. But he was not going to leave, he wanted to fight and try with all his might to return the world into the light.

“But though I do not have prophetic dreams, I can feel the darkness closing in. As if it is trying to dim the light within.”

Thera took a long breath, quiet and deep - turned away a little so Legolas might not see the crease of a frown between her eyes. A shadow in the east ... a darkness over the land ... it was next to impossible that she wouldn't have heard the whispers, roaming Gondor and Rohan as she did - especially places where the Black Gate was distant yet too near. But they'd become louder, spoken more freely. And though she tried to deny it, ignore it, blame it on those same ideas being put in her head ... she'd felt it, too.

A small, cold current bringing a shudder to her blood, suddenly a flow of ice as Legolas described his dream. "Not endless." Her voice was firm, attempting to convince herself as much as him. "Darkness always ends." A pause, head turning to look at him with thoughtful eyes. "Are you one of those who has prophetic dreams?"

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my brain just did the math ... modern verses in Storybrook with canon pasts. *is dead but gonna add Storybrook to my list of aus*

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Also, I'm rewatching OUAT and I forgot how much I loved it. (I am actually working on replies in the meantime tho, promise).

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my piano teacher has just posted a video of exam and I'm unsure if I wanna watch it xD

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Hallucinant but this blog has over 10k posts. And to think I've been here centuries longer than this blog exists, it's crazy.

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𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓹 — send 💚 together with a ship, for me to share if I ship it or not.

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Katniss was home in two specific worlds. Hunting, and fishing. Hunting she had learned from her father, fishing she had learned the basics from a friend and then worked out the rest. It meant life for her and her family so she had become the best in the area in it. And everyone in the village knew it. So it was nothing new for her to make her way through the forest in silence, her steps barely audible as her eyes and ears were fixed on trying to spot the perfect catch for the day. The better it was, the more she would have use for it. And seeing as she was not hunting alone, they either had to go for something big, or enough rather to make sure that they both could bring home food for their families. After all, her family had always been her drive to push her on and on to continue doing the things she did.  

So when she’d prepared herself to shoot and found Noan stare, she’d tilted her head and straight up asked him if he always stared like that. His response however made her smile and shake her head. She didn’t actually care all that much that he was staring, it was more of an observation than a complaint. “Hmm, well my family depends on it.” She admitted softly, drawing back the arrow, focus clear on her face before she finally let the arrow fly.

There’d been no doubt in her mind that she would hit the target, after all she rarely ever missed. But yet she was relieved each time the arrow landed and she knew that her family would last a little longer. Now, she let out a deep breath and smiled and Noan. “Shall we?” She mused, eager to go check the quality of their prey. Either way, it would earn them quite some coin, that much she was certain.

@storiesofthenight sent: "You always stare like that?" [From Katniss]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ A DEEP HUSH had settled across the woodland that surrounded them, constant and lasting, as though even the salty wind blowing in from the shoreline had decided to fall still for the time being and make no noise by stirring up the greenery of the dense forest. the wild animal was close, that much was clear in the silence that had spread, broken only occasionally by a very faint rustling of dry leaves and dull thuds against dry soil of two pairs of feet roaming through the thicket ahead of them. a boar, most like, judging by the subtle sounds one could pick up from this distance, perhaps something larger, a stag or deer.

watching katniss with the bow was a fascination exceeded solely by handling one himself — she worked with an experienced precision that was rare to spot, especially here, in this area, where everyone who did not make a living through fishing and selling the catches on the market of the nearby village claimed to be a hunter, but only few possessed the skill to prove it, and, truly, he could not help the straying of his gaze to where the weapon rested in her hand, arrow at the ready, string stretched taut, ready to unleash it on whatever it was that would appear in their line of sight soon, knowing to appreciate the skill that was required to handle what seemed like but a simple, curved construction of wood, not realising he was more or less staring, until her voice broke through the cloak of stillness encasing them.

his gaze shifted, tearing away from the bow and moving to katniss' features, meeting eyes already facing him, the corners of lucerys' noan's mouth twitching up faintly in a a hint of smile, somewhat apologetic, but more amused at himself for having been caught taking in how she handled the craft they shared than anything. “ i can look away, if you want. ” his tone was quiet, not wanting to risk scaring away what could be a good catch, a promise of a secured supper for the upcoming days. “ you shoot like someone who knows what they are doing. i do not oft see that. ”