#lovely memories of Quinta here

[whatthehell---isgoingon]

saturday//november 27//lisbon

weekends means chilling.

this Saturday i visited Coimbra, former capital of Portugal and also known as the university city of Portugal with its famous University of Coimbra.

Highlights:

•Joanina Library inside the university which includes books preserved from the 16th and 18th centuries. it gave such hogwarts feels. unfortunately, they didn’t allow taking pictures inside the library.

•Jardins da Quintas das Lagrimas aka the garden of tears. built in the memory of a famous king and his love for his sweetheart.

• Pastelaria Briosa. had two little chocolates from here for one euro each.

•becoming friends with one guy from Germany and one from Egypt.

•the hotdog in this collage is for aesthetic purposes only. it was way too small and not filling enough from my starving stomach.

signing off november’s last trip.

[reyescarlos]

19, 29, 21 for the ao3 asks <3

Hello, my love! Thank you! 😊💕

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

answered here, but after Pauline jogged my memory, it would be cool to write for Abbott Elementary (as I currently sit here in my Abbott t-shirt answering this question) but idk if I could nail humor quite like Quinta and co.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I'll go with this section of slow dancing in a burning room

He takes a step closer to the window and peers inside. When he said goodbye to TK that night, he hadn’t meant for it to be a final farewell.

Time was cruel, the way it always makes a person think there’s more of it than there truly is.

He thinks back on every failed attempt from his friends and parents to get him to speak to TK again. He’d remained firm in his convictions these last few weeks, certain this was all for the best— a firm believer that if something wasn’t meant to be, it simply wasn’t.

If only TK would open his eyes now, show some sign that things will be alright, he’d latch on to it like a life raft in this raging, treacherous sea.

It’s a strange feeling to mourn something that never got a chance to exist in the first place but the future Carlos had once seen weighed so heavily on his heart. He hadn’t stopped to consider this possibility of an even greater loss, one there’d be no coming back from at all.

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?

2,071 total

[bravenewolympus--hq]

𝒑𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒆, 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍. this character is neutral, with no allegiances to any faction, and does not engage in criminal activity. suggested faces — please note, this character must be 25+ years old. troian bellisario; anna diop; antonia thomas; kaylee bryant; brenda song; candice patton; quinta brunson; naomi scott; midori francis; leah lewis; geraldine viswanathan; tina desai; elizabeth lail; phoebe dynevor; alison brie; olivia cooke; sarah bolger; kennedy mcmann; holliday grainger; kat graham; clémence poésy; anna popplewell; annabelle wallis; alvina august. suggested occupations. either a graduate student or a practicing mental health professional; police psychiatrist; bartender; journalist or a news photographer; teacher; courier; baker or bakery owner (you've got to try the everything bagels).

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝝂𝒆.

ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜꜱ : ᴀ 21+ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ. athens, new york: an island city, all trees and marble, glass and steel and highrises set against an ocean skyline. bustling and loud, crowded, but not without a bizarre sense that it must have sprung up overnight, somehow, when surely it must have always been here, no? on a clear night, you might even be able to see the lights of its more famous cousin, new york city, across the water…if you squint hard enough. it may not get as much attention as the shiny apple across the hudson, but those not so blinded by the lights must certainly have been coming here for years. is there something in the water here, too? no one leaves, not in any meaningful way anyway. feels like it has a special way of pulling you back in, if you try. they, that is anyone who was anyone or paid even an iota of attention to the evening news,, called him the minotaur. the media does love a catchy nom de guerre, doesn’t it? sells newspapers like hotcakes in the morning. ambrosia, whether it’s the latest designer drug trend or the latest pestilence sweeping the streets of athens, just depends on how tightly you clutch your pearls on sundays. must infuriate the police, don’t it? that without fail, by the time they arrive to any crime scene at all, all that’s left is the heap of little cream-coloured business cards, the red lines of a labyrinthine logo more taunting than they are helpful. between an epidemic of pearlescent powder, neatly parceled out in small plastic baggies, a tide of crimson bull graffiti, casinos and bordellos and the nightlife (oh my!), it’s no small wonder they call this an atlantic sin city. it’s a vice eat dog world, ain’t it? and anyone who calls athens home is just living in it. powerless, with no memory of their past lives, what's a god gotta do to survive?

[multinationalist]

Romantic Retreats: The Best Areas to Stay in Portugal for Couples

Exploring the Most Romantic Places to Stay in Portugal for Couples

Have you ever dreamt of whisking away with your sweetheart to a far-off land where romance is in the air and breathtaking scenery surrounds you at every turn? Well, pack your bags and get ready to jet off to Portugal, the ultimate destination for couples seeking a romantic retreat. From fairytale castles to serene islands to idyllic beaches, Portugal has it all when it comes to kindling the flames of love. So, leave the everyday grind behind, grab your partner's hand, and let's explore the best areas to stay in Portugal for couples. It's time to turn your love story into a fairy tale adventure!

Factors to Consider for Couples:

When planning a romantic getaway, couples have a lot to think about. After all, it's not just about booking a hotel and packing your bags. There are several factors that play into choosing the perfect travel destination that will make your trip truly memorable. Here are some factors that couples typically consider when picking a destination for their romantic retreat: Romance: The key ingredient for any romantic getaway is, of course, romance! Couples look for destinations that exude a romantic ambiance, with beautiful landscapes, picturesque settings, and charming attractions that create a dreamy atmosphere for love to flourish. Privacy: Privacy is also crucial for couples seeking an intimate escape. Whether it's a secluded beach, a private villa, or a cozy cabin in the woods, couples want a destination that offers them the peace and privacy to connect and bond without distractions. Ambiance: The overall ambiance of a destination sets the tone for a romantic getaway. Couples look for places with a romantic vibe, where they can indulge in candlelit dinners, stroll through quaint streets hand-in-hand, and create unforgettable memories in a truly special atmosphere. Activities: A romantic getaway is not just about cuddling up in a hotel room. Couples also want to engage in activities that they can enjoy together. Whether it's hiking, wine tasting, stargazing, or exploring local culture, a destination with ample activities adds an extra spark to the trip. Now that we know what factors to consider, let's dive into the best areas to stay in Portugal for couples and see how they measure up on these criteria.

Best Areas to Stay in Portugal for Couples:

1. Sintra: Where Fairy Tales Come True Nestled in the lush hills of the Serra de Sintra, this magical town is a UNESCO World Heritage site known for its romantic ambiance and breathtaking landscapes. With its fairytale-like castles, palaces, and gardens, Sintra has captivated the hearts of travelers for centuries. Some must-visit attractions in Sintra include: - Pena Palace: This colorful palace perched on a hilltop is a true architectural marvel, with its mix of Gothic, Moorish, and Renaissance styles. Its vibrant colors and intricate details make it a perfect backdrop for romantic photos. - Quinta da Regaleira: This mystical estate features a romantic palace, enchanting gardens, and underground tunnels that add an air of mystery to your visit. Couples can explore the hidden caves, grottos, and secret passages together, making it a unique and memorable experience. - Monserrate Palace: This exotic palace boasts a blend of Indian, Moorish, and Gothic styles, and is surrounded by lush gardens with a romantic ambiance. It's a perfect spot for a romantic picnic or a leisurely stroll. Aside from its stunning landmarks, Sintra also offers luxury hotels and boutique accommodations that cater to couples. From charming guesthouses to elegant hotels, you'll find plenty of options for a romantic stay in this fairytale town.

Fun Fact: Sintra was a favorite summer retreat for Portuguese royalty, and its romantic allure has also inspired famous writers such as Lord Byron and Hans Christian Andersen. 2. Sao Miguel, Azores: A Serene Retreat for Lovebirds Sao Miguel, the largest island in the Azores archipelago, is a hidden gem that offers a serene and secluded getaway for couples. Known for its stunning natural beauty, Sao Miguel is a paradise for nature lovers. Some romantic experiences you can enjoy in Sao Miguel include: - Hot Springs: Sao Miguel is home to several natural hot springs, known as "caldeiras," where you can relax and unwind in the mineral-rich waters. The Terra Nostra Garden in Furnas is a popular spot, with its thermal pool surrounded by lush botanical gardens, creating a romantic and rejuvenating atmosphere. - Lakes: Sao Miguel is dotted with beautiful lakes, such as Sete Cidades and Lagoa do Fogo, offering stunning views and peaceful surroundings. You can take a romantic stroll along the lake shores, or even rent a canoe or a paddleboat for a romantic adventure on the water. - Hiking: Sao Miguel offers plenty of scenic hiking trails, including trails that lead to breathtaking viewpoints and secluded spots. You can embark on a romantic hike hand in hand, exploring the island's lush green landscapes and discovering hidden gems together. - Stargazing: Sao Miguel has minimal light pollution, making it a perfect destination for stargazing. Imagine cuddling up with your loved one under a blanket of stars, as you marvel at the night sky and create unforgettable memories. When it comes to accommodations, Sao Miguel offers cozy guest houses and intimate lodges that provide a romantic atmosphere, with their rustic charm and personalized service.

Fun Fact: Sao Miguel is also known as the "Green Island" due to its lush landscapes and vibrant flora, creating a romantic setting for couples to connect with nature and each other. 3. Madeira Island: Where Romance Meets Idyllic Beauty Madeira Island, often referred to as the "Pearl of the Atlantic," is a romantic haven with its stunning landscapes and idyllic beauty. Some romantic experiences you can enjoy in Madeira include: - Levada Walks: Madeira is famous for its levadas, which are narrow irrigation channels that crisscross the island and offer scenic walking trails. You and your loved one can embark on a leisurely levada walk hand in hand, surrounded by the lush greenery, colorful flowers, and the sound of flowing water. It's a perfect way to connect with nature and each other in a romantic setting. - Romantic Sunset Cruises: Madeira's coastline is dotted with picturesque cliffs and secluded coves, making it a perfect destination for a romantic sunset cruise. You can set sail on a private yacht or a traditional wooden boat, and watch the sun dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the sea and creating a romantic atmosphere. - Wine Tasting: Madeira is known for its delicious fortified wine, and you can embark on a romantic wine tasting journey together. Visit the vineyards, learn about the wine-making process, and sample different varieties of Madeira wine, while enjoying the panoramic views of the island's landscapes. - Flower Gardens: Madeira is also known as the "Island of Flowers" due to its colorful and diverse flora. You can visit the island's beautiful gardens, such as the Monte Palace Tropical Garden and the Botanical Garden, which offer romantic settings with their lush landscapes, exotic flowers, and serene atmosphere. - Romantic Dining: Madeira offers a plethora of cozy and intimate restaurants where you can enjoy a romantic candlelit dinner with your loved one. Indulge in the local cuisine, with its fresh seafood, exotic fruits, and sweet desserts, while enjoying the ambiance of a romantic setting. Madeira also offers a range of romantic accommodations, from luxury hotels with ocean views to quaint guesthouses tucked away in the mountains, providing a perfect setting for a romantic getaway.

Fun Fact: Madeira Island is known for its annual Flower Festival, where the streets are adorned with colorful flower carpets and floral displays, creating a romantic and festive atmosphere. In conclusion, Portugal offers a plethora of romantic destinations for couples to create unforgettable memories together. From the fairytale-like town of Sintra, to the serene and secluded Sao Miguel in the Azores, and the idyllic beauty of Madeira Island, each destination offers its own unique charm, with stunning landscapes, romantic activities, and cozy accommodations. Whether you're exploring historic castles, relaxing in hot springs, hiking through lush green landscapes, or simply enjoying a romantic dinner, Portugal has something to offer for every couple seeking a romantic getaway. Read the full article

[the-tharns-speak]

Did you know the Dunmer make a spice blend that’s supposed to arouse one’s senses? Maybe I should get some for… amorous pursuits (I can’t take this longing anymore!) - Marcus

I am very much aware. Just use it in moderation; while lethal overdose is nigh impossible, taking too much is… a very unpleasant experience for everyone included.

[stonedintheforest]

i have never written a text post because i guess i just never have. but i need to let it out. I'm here to say to anybody who cares to read, that I've had an extremely eventful year, as I'm sure everyone has.

i graduated college in may 2020, had a couple jobs and now unemployed. the job market in my hometown sucks but i stay here because my mom has dementia and i want to be with her on her last months of short-term memory. sometimes i feel like I'm trying, sometimes i feel like i don't try enough. and i think both are true.

i lost someone this month. someone who became my boyfriend. but most of all, they became a person i wanted to keep in my life forever. we sucked as a couple. he had issues and so did i. sometimes i feel okay. other times, like now, i cry. not because i miss his lips, his affection, or the support. i dont want the boyfriend at all. i miss his spirit, his laugh, and the way he cares about animals and nature much more than anything else. i feel like i lost someone i should not have lost. i dont want the relationship. i want his human.

and right now i feel like im choking in sadness. but i cant afford to be sad anymore. i cant afford to hold onto someone that was not meant for me, someone who could not try for me, someone who was not ready to be in a relationship in the first place. i've lived my life drowning myself in sadness. listening to that song that will make me cry, getting piss drunk & smoking to numb the feelings i have, only to get more sad. i let my emotions break me. because i'm addicted to the feeling of crying my eyes out, of feeling so much pain that i feel my chest ache. and this addiction has been the hardest to kill. sometimes i don't even want to kill it. i can't live like this, right? I'm the only one out of my friends who is like this. it makes me feel like i haven't grown up. it makes me feel like I'm weak and immature. it makes me feel like i have no love for myself. i know that i am special in many, many ways. but the one thing i have trouble doing is taking care of me.

but today i decided not to drink. today i went to the gym. today i finally bought groceries. i will start to make food for myself again. and dont get me wrong, its actually hard for me to do this. my body aches to be in pain. because i want to hurt. i dont want to be healthy. weird how a person can decide to not be healthy.

hopefully soon, my ways will change. the first step was realizing my mental health was at the bottom of an abyss. and i'll take it step by step. it is the only fucking way ill ever be happy in this world. finding happiness is what drives me to be alive. but happiness is a journey within me and life itself, not a destination.

gracias christian. estas son las palabras que tal vez nunca te diré. escuché cartas al otro lado del mundo. no quiero imaginar cual es la primer persona que viene a tu mente cuando la escuchas. solo se que en escucharla, me enamoré con tu alma por la quinta vez. no me hace falta nuestra relación. lo que me hace falta es tu persona. te quiero y te deseo lo mejor. eres un niño como yo soy una niña. te amo te amo te amo. voy a tratar lo más que pueda para no perder la esperanza. porque tu me enseñaste eso. quiero verte algun día ahogándote en felicidad. y si nunca vuelvo a verte, pues está bien. siempre tendras un lugar en mi corazón. me importa poco si soy una estúpida en decir estas cosas. lo bueno es que nunca lo verás.

[theblogchelor]

The Bachelorette Week Eight aka Hauntings, Flauntings, and Tauntings

Here’s What Happened Tuesday

Passive aggressive gift-giving.

Paranormal activity.

Love blossoming, love wilting.

Ben’s junk.

Zac C’s One-On-One

If you’ve been counting along at home, Jojo Fletcher’s arrival as the Bachelorette-spirit-guide-turned-Chris-Harrison-stunt-double marks the fifth Bachelorette to grace this season. When she walks into the holding room, at least half of the men wonder if Tayshia has been hit by a bus and they have to start over again.

But alas, with Tayshia perfectly intact, Jojo hands Zac C an invite to his one-on-one. For the date, our ever-sadistic producers force Tayshia and Zac C (two divorcées) to don wedding outfits and have their photograph taken by a man in shorts so short that a testicle could escape at any moment.

Later, at dinner, Tayshia admits that she’s been married once before. Politely asking Tayshia to hold his beer, Zac C informs Tayshia about his brain tumor, drug use, DUI, stint in rehab, and divorce.

“Ideal,” says Tayshia. Zac C gets the rose.

The Group Date

The group date is a wine-and-paint night but stone-cold sober and with brown clay that leaves the artist with a limited range for interpretation. Thus when the men follow their primordial male instincts and craft a collection of turds and genitals from it, they can hardly be blamed.

Next, the men are asked to use any supplies they can find to create a self-portrait. Brendan uses a blank frame to explain that he’s only part of the picture. Blake draws a crayon picture of turtledoves, his favorite animal lovers. Ben exposes his actual penis, and Tayshia runs out of the room crying.

Rebranding the spook she got from the flashing incident, Tayshia thanks the guys for their moving display of vulnerability. Later, when she debriefs with Ben, he exposes himself emotionally instead of physically, which this is a considerable improvement.

Ben gets the rose and is asked to keep his pants on for the remainder of the season.

Eazy’s One-On-One

Running out of ideas, the producers turn off the lights at the La Quinta, give Tayshia and Eazy a heat sensor, and just wait to see what happens.

A hotel regular myself (in the before times at least), I am surprised to see how much of the property is not being used for housing and guest services, but rather for maintaining the old timey office, scrolls, and haunted doll collection of its resident ghost, William Morgan. I find this atypical.

After an evening of ghost hunting and eye strain from squinting in the dark for so long, Eazy and Tayshia retire to supper. Eazy tells Tayshia he’s falling in love with her, but Tayshia does not reciprocate. She snaps her finger and Jojo arrives, dressed as a bouncer, and escorts Eazy off the property.

The Two-On-One, Kind Of

2020 has taken many precious things from our lives but ruining the traditional Bachelorette two-on-one is a step too far. Instead of helicoptering to a remote desert location and leaving the reject behind to be eaten by vultures, this pre-Cocktail Party two-on-one cop out is happening in the lobby of the La Quinta without a chopper in sight.

Bennett meets Noah ahead of time, bringing him a box filled with underhanded insults passed off as gifts: socks in memory of his former mustache, a textbook on emotional intelligence Bennett found in a box in his mom’s basement labeled “Harvard.” It is both psychotic and well-curated.

Tayshia shows up and listens to approximately twenty-seven seconds of their bickering before motioning to Jojo to bring her a drink. The episode ends here, meaning we will have to endure Bennoah for another week.

[thatbitchinsneakers]

The Bachelorette Season 16 Episode 2

Ok here we go. Episode 2. Can’t say I’m excited but I am definitely ready.

The episode starts with a view of none other than the La Quinta resort. Chris Harrison walks in to a room full of testosterone and dicks immediately go hard. He announces that it is time for date one. The date card that was written by an ABC intern is read, and dicks immediately go soft when they hear that they do in fact have to go on a date with Clare. 

The thing that has me laughing so hard is how unbelievably low budget this season is. Like the date is in a room with fake grass and a fake tower and they have to basically just tell Clare that they aren’t here for the Instagram followers, but here to be “open” and “honest” with her. Every other season is like “the group date will be going a remote island where Beyonce will be putting on a private concert and then she will flash her cooter to you and ONLY you and you’ll hold these memories forever” and then this season is like max budget is $50 per date. I guess when you’re 39 and have been on 5 different seasons of the bachelor, ABC just doesn’t have the effort anymore. Sorry Clare. Also, these “gifts” these men are giving her like I just refuse to believe someone was packing and thought “oh okay I’m gonna bring an entire chess set so I can give Clare the Queen and pretend I’m gonna treat her like a Queen”. Sorry but I’m calling BS on this one!

The physical touch part was pretty stupid too, I’m not gonna lie. Another extremely low budget activity. Actually, maybe those eye masks cost about $2 per person. Anyway, nothing like touching a girl who you’re all simultaneously dating in a room full of other horny dudes!

This “after party” is truly hilarious. Clare is literally BEGGING someone to ask to pull her aside. Harvard magically grows balls and asks her to talk. He is trying to explain that they just had suuuuch a good time with each other that nobody wanted to talk to Clare. So of course she has to make a scene cause there wouldn’t be a season without a few big scenes from 39 year old Clare! Also loving this fight with the men about whether or not someone is allowed to “speak for the group”. Like oh my god this fight is not even worth watching. Why can’t you guys fight about who fucked random girls before quarantine started? Ugh I’m bored. She ignores one guy who was actually like “ok let me fix this and talk to you” and was like nah fuck you where’s Dale. And the first “I can see myself falling in love with her” has arrived! A sentence that truly does not even make sense. 

When Clare is asked what she wants in a husband, she says “I want someone who appreciates my assertiveness and stand right beside me and be like ‘thats my girl’” Okay so Clare is saying she needs a giant pussy for a husband. Noted.

Next, we see Yosef setting himself up to be the villain of the season. Love this for him. He’s going to use any excuse to find something wrong with her, even though he knows he is on a full blown reality TV show where everything is planned and nobody is actually themselves. Every season needs a villain though!

Jason is chosen for this next date and Clare claimed she picked him because she thought he needed this like therapeutic date. How dare she like assume he needs therapy? Like WHAT?!?! How offensive!!! Also she didn’t fucking pick him to go on the date, the producers obviously did. This date is like so intense for no reason too like ?! Instead of some lavish date with unlimited champagne and a private helicopter, he has to sit on the beach and listen to Clare talk about how she’s unlovable. Sorry but this is legit miserable. Moving on. Wait I’m back. WHY THE FUCK IS SHE BRINGING THE DRESS SHE WORE WHEN SHE WAS REJECTED?!?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS BITCH!!!! LIKE ACTUALLY WHO TOLD HER THIS WAS OKAY.

The next date - dodgeball! Another extremely low budget date on the tennis courts of the La Quinta. Clare is like “lets play strip dodgeball” and everyone is like um no? Team Blue Balls though - that was a nice touch. Someone describes the night as “getting crunk” and I would like him voted off the island immediately. And who is this random dodgeball referee? Was he covid tested? Or is he just an ABC intern they had to bully to play the ref of a dodgeball game at the La Quinta? So many questions! This dodgeball game is actually extremely inappropriate and very unlike the Bachelor franchise. Making men strip to a jock strap? Clare I know you’re an ancient dinosaur that hasn’t been laid in like 12 years but why is this necessary? So not only do all the boys have to see each other ass naked but the producers, camera crew, producers etc have to see it too? Then Clare pulls out “cheers to the balls!” in her toast. I absolutely cannot do this.

This one on one time where Brandon is like “I knew I wanted to meet you the second I saw you were the bachelorette” and then says “ well I don’t know anything about you” and like stuttering and can’t find the words to say to her other than that she’s beautiful has me actually laughing out loud. Did absolutely nobody coach you on this before?! Like he can’t tell her one thing he likes about her and it’s truly hilarious. I mean honestly I respect the fuck out of her that she’s like okay I don’t have time for this please leave. Byeeee Brandon! See you on Instagram tomorrow! 

“I know what I’m looking for and I know what I like” ok no shit Clare you’re 100 years old and have been on a million bachelor shows like if you didn’t know what you liked by now I’d be so worried.

Well, that’s all for this week. Not much drama unfortunately. Oh well. See yall next week for the shittiest season of the Bachelorette!

[teriiiwrites]

2019 Writing Wrap-Up

I typically do this on my main rather than here because I always forget this exists, but not this year! 

Another year where I didn’t end up sharing a single thing I wrote in its entirety so I’m sticking with my trend there lmao. Good to know that some things never change. But I have taken the first steps towards that - namely, starting this blog to give myself a place to talk more about writing. 

Now, onto the stats!

Total for 2019: 104,374 words!

I actually wasn’t expecting to even near the 100K mark this year, so the fact that I passed it was a pleasant surprise. It’s significantly less than I hit in 2018 (over 170K), but I’m still very proud of what I accomplished throughout the year. 

My focus over 2019 was based a little less in silly concept story ideas (which I still love dearly and want to do more of this next year) but I tried to focus a little more in diversity. In the types of stories, the characters in them, and how they were written. I did my best to push my boundaries with it, which often led to taking longer with my writing and probably is one of the reasons the word count of the year wasn’t as high as last year. But I felt it was important for me, and I’m glad that I worked on what I did. 

The longest piece I wrote was my WIP NaNo novel, Castle on the Hill, which hit 57,037 words. I’m hoping to work a little more on it in 2020 and maybe finish up a first draft over the summer, when I have a little more time. 

With that, here are some of the highlights:

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“They say the British are starting to listen to our people there! That they might consider changing some of the voting laws!” He preaches with the pride of a man who has always believed in the good of the British, but it is confusing to hear him speak like this.

Wasn’t it only months ago when his father spoke of the evils of the British invaders? Of the unforgivable things they’d done? How is it that, now, he draws his own family closer to the center of their spiderweb?

(A Wanderer on a Scorched Path)

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That night in the motel had turned into a week, which turned into a month, and so on until all Laine’s memories of her early childhood involved Do Not Disturb signs and vending machine dinners. 

(A Walk Down Memory Laine)

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In hearing of her success, the townsfolk quietly cheered for her, disregarding their previous contempt for the malicious girl who’d tormented them. She was all at once one of theirs. Hadn’t they laughed with her, waved at her, made faces at the small girl who had seemed so unlike her family? And perhaps all of their attempts at kindness were being paid off. Finally, here was a Grey who would break the curse of her cruel family and be a decent sort. 

(The Grey Manor)

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A familiar coach split the crowd, curtains drawn over the windows. It was almost easy to believe that the Greys were inside, eager – if Greys could be eager – about reuniting with their youngest. But there was only one Lady Grey left. 

(The Grey Manor)

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It was during one of these heavy snowstorms that the Visitor arrived in town. None could claim to know where she came from, and fewer still knew her name. Even the details of her appearance never quite matched up – some said she was an old woman, with hair like straw and wearing rags better fit for carrying potatoes than being worn. Other claimed she was no older than thirty, that the apparent age was only due to her gravelly voice and wild, fair hair. They said that though her clothes were faded and tattered and too large on her tiny frame, one could still see the frayed ruffles and faint design of what once must have been a fine gown. 

(The Grey Manor)

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Years had passed since the doctor’s apprentice had last been to the Grey Manor. He’d been one of many who had taken a thrill at the abandoned house while Lady Grey had been away. He now considered himself above such superstitions. Yet the effect of the snow-covered cemetery and the sprawling, leafless ivy across the outer walls could not be blamed wholly on the overcast sky. 

(The Grey Manor)

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The doctor’s apprentice made his way deeper into the house, but the Grey Manor felt more fit for ghosts than the living. 

(The Grey Manor)

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“Good afternoon, Clara!” I greeted as I waved for her to take a seat before my desk.

“Doctor,” she responded in kind. She pulled back the chair and fell into it in one fluid motion. “Things are on the up-and-up!”

As much as I appreciated her enthusiasm, having supervillain clients typically meant having to gently discourage their flavor of ‘on the up-and-up’. 

(The Desk of Dr. Isselhardt)

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“I think I’ll start off with a vacation. I was initially thinking of revisiting the city I grew up in, but finding a kennel for my hellhounds would be a nightmare, and I just know none of my friends would take them in.”

I had met Jekyll and Hyde once, when I’d bumped into Clara on my morning jog in the park, and I couldn’t blame them.  

(The Desk of Dr. Isselhardt)

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The angelic child screamed like a demon, yet Camila adored her more than she’d known she was able. 

(Quinta and Her Cat)

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Amara leaned back against the door, staring at the ceiling. “Your Guardians don’t seem as sympathetic as you make them out to be.”

Deirdre kicked out her foot, but only caught the edge of some piping. “They have to choose their battles. They’re strong, but not so strong as to fight all of them.”

“Legal skirmishes between the elite is apparently a higher priority than the oppression of thousands,” was Amara’s reply.

Deirdre didn’t respond; she had nothing more to say. 

(The Great Guardians)

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One of the aliens is moving quickly towards me, and I realize my impression that they are humanoid was a little premature. Though its head, neck, and torso are vaguely like mine, the bottom half of their bodies are more like a spider. A gray, spider centaur. With no face.

A small part of my brain asks why I'm not terrified. I have no answer for it. 

(Alien Abduction)

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Sir Michel had been in Eastcairn Keep only once before, but the imposing walls of stone were as familiar as if he had grown up here. The halls were cold and impersonal, as though acknowledging that they'd been around long before Sir Michel had arrived and they would stand the same long after he was gone. 

(Foul Play)

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"I have a sister." Andromeda's voice was soft, but it carried as though all of the forest had quieted to listen. "The kingdom is in no great danger of losing an heir."

Sir Michel chuckled at her naivety. "Princess, if you believe that your father will allow for this - "

"Then let him come to tell me himself."

Never before had Sir Michel been interrupted by a woman. His laughter caught in his throat, and, for a moment, he was too stunned by Andromeda's audacity to respond. 

(Foul Play)

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"The King is busy running a country, as one day your future husband shall."

"And I suppose you think that by carrying me back to the Keep, you'll be given the position?" Andromeda asked bitterly. She brushed a loose braid behind her shoulder. "You, a man with nothing but a meager title, sitting on the throne? No one with sense could expect such a fate for you, yet here you are."

"Yet here I am," was the knight's weak response. He couldn't understand how it was that he spoke far louder than the princess, and yet his words didn't seem to carry half as well or ring half as true. 

(Foul Play)

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"One of your men killed Tihomil, but not you. The trial is not fair."

"We don't fight fair when it comes to your life." 

(Foul Play)

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Andromeda pushed herself away, pulling her dagger with her. When she lifted a part of her skirt, Sir Michel saw that it was strapped to her leg, a place no honorable man would've thought to check. When she bent down again, her face was no more than a foot from the knight's.

"I don't fight fair when it comes to my life," Andromeda hissed. She wiped the blood staining her hands onto Sir Michel's breastplate, trailing red across its center. 

(Foul Play)

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As his vision began to tunnel, Sir Michel the Righteous' last sight was that of the princess stealing off into the night, her movements as feral and graceful as something too wild to be contained in the Keep. 

(Foul Play)

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Josef Weber was a quiet and privileged man, and the two together gave him the appearance of being far prouder than he actually was. This view was encouraged by the fact that he surrounded himself with few friends, and that those he kept were similar in stature and wealth to himself. 

(Castle on the Hill)

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The night sky was illuminated by fireworks, casting a scarlet glow over the small, German city of Heidelberg. Its castle stood imposingly atop a hill, awash in the red, mimicking fires that had taken the structure from what it had once been to the ruins that now overlooked Old Downtown. Crowds of thousands had flooded the streets, watching the annual celebration in awe as the fireworks reflected in the Neckar River below. 

(Castle on the Hill)

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“Shouldn’t you be running back to Hulmarra? I thought you were loyal to your lady.”

Theren’s laugh was abrupt and loud, but when he stopped, his voice was coldly stern. “We’re loyal to two things. Gold and discretion. It just so happens Lady Iltazyara is well equipped with both.”

Verna smirked. “Only those two things? If I paid you to kill your sister, would you do it?”

“That price would cost far more than you have,” Theren said with a condescending smile.

“You’d be surprised how much I have at my disposal,” Verna taunted.

“Then we can talk later.” Theren winked in her direction and grinned broadly at the impatient look on Rowan’s face. 

(The Virtuous Seven)

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They’ll Definitely Understand

Eugene Lee Yang - “You smiled and all I could think of for a moment was, ‘oh shit.’”

Word Count: 1,735

Eugene Lee Yang x Reader (The Try Guys)

Prompt Post: (#34)

Requested: By Me again welp

A/N: I recently have a huge crush on Eugene Lee Yang from the Try Guys so I had to write this before I exploded or something. Also female reader POV for this one.

Y/N - Your Name

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Walking from the canteen with a cup full of grapes you plopped one in your mouth as you returned to the film room. You were helping with The Try Guys and their new video, Ashly asking for extra help to film. Entering the film room the boys were chatting from the other side of the room, taking a break and sipping coffee. Ashly walked up to you tiredly. “Hey Ash, I got some snacks for us. Reenergize us for the meantime.” You said offering her the fruit in the styrofoam cup. “Thank God you’re here Y/N. I really don’t know what I’d do without your help.” She said opening her mouth as Y/N plopped a grape in her mouth. “Here, I’m going to get more food from the canteen. You can go ahead and shoot the next scene with the guys. I’ll be back.” Ashly said with a smile as she carefully handed her camera to you; carefully handing it and putting the safety strap around your neck.

You nodded in agreement as you held the camera in one hand and making sure the camera on the tripod didn’t go in sleep mode during the duration of the break. This video involved The Try Guys with filming, as well as a photo shoot and major editing, that you had the opportunity to help with a big chunk.

As you got the camera to wake up again, you were met with a smiling Eugene. You crooked an eyebrow at him as he stood straight to meet your eyes. “Good one.” You said with a chuckle as you looked down at the camera in your hand and took it off sleep mode. Eugene, walking around the tripod and settling behind you, over-watching what you were doing from behind. His chin gently laying on top of your head. Your short figure feeling engulfed with Eugene’s tall one. A smile crept onto your face, gently letting the camera hang from the strap around your neck. “The view from up there good?” You joked. You felt Eugene laugh as he put his hands on your shoulders. “Definitely. You should try it sometime.” He continued the joke as you shook your head and spun around to face him.

You and Eugene had been dating for almost a month now, and haven’t told any of your friends at work. Both of you agreed that it wasn’t time to reveal it yet, so both of you had to keep it on low for a while. And you had to admit, it was extremely hard to hide when you had the urge to kiss Eugene’s pretty little face when he was doing something adorable or look at him like he’s your everything every time he made you laugh. Especially when hanging around friends and co-workers. Although, you had to admit that sneaking out of plans just to stay at his place seemed reasonable. Almost every day, your friends at Buzzfeed have been making plans with you in it, and it did push you into a pit of guilt when you would always blow them off. You convinced yourself that once everyone knows, it’ll all be forgiven; at least you hoped.

Quickly opening your apartment door, Eugene’s hands fell to your waist, and his lips settled on your neck from behind. His actions slowing you down from removing your key from the key lock to open your door. “Come on,” you said breathlessly as you held onto Eugene’s wrist and lead him in. He quickly shut your door and locked it, as you then wrapped your arms around his neck; greeting him back with a kiss. Returning the kiss, the two of you spun so that he was pinning you against your door and his hands wandered freely at the hem of your skirt. His lips attacking your neck and collarbone, leaving marks everywhere. You softly moaned as you felt his hands settle on your ass. “Jump.” Was all he said and you followed suit—legs wrapped around his waist. “I hope Quinta and Ashly aren’t mad, that I blew them off once, again.” You said between breaths as you let Eugene leave marks on your body, and your legs tightening around him. “They’ll definitely understand, once we show them these marks.” He said quickly and continued. You gave a little chuckle at the thought. ‘I hope.’ You mentally told yourself. Suddenly you felt Eugene harden underneath his jeans and heat pooling down between your legs. You bit your bottom lip as you kissed Eugene on the lips again, letting your hands reach down at his leather belt. He broke the kiss and laid his forehead on yours. You smiled and innocently looked at him. “I love you Y/N.” He said softly. A bright smile painted your face. “I love you too Eugene.” You said as he carried you to your bedroom.

‘They’ll definitely understand.’ A small wave of guilt settled in your stomach from the memory and words from Eugene last night. “You doing anything tonight? I heard that Netflix added the new season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine,” he said. “I totally would, but, I gotta edit two videos and release them tomorrow morning.” You said with a puppy-dog pout. “We will though, don’t worry.” You said in a hushed whisper and winked at him. Eugene’s face lit up like a child on Christmas. “Oh shit.” You said to yourself, and Eugene catching it. “What?” He curiously asked. His innocent face makes you want to kiss him. “Just, You smiled and all I could think of for a moment was, ‘oh shit.’” You said softly in a loving tone, keeping it to a minimal. Eugene’s cheeks looked blushed as he lightly punched you in the arm as he returned to the rest of the guys.

“God, can’t you guys just tell everyone you’re dating already?” Ashly asked as she suddenly put a hand on your shoulder. You suddenly got startled and quickly whipped your head around to face her. “What?” You said, trying to act innocent and confused. “You and Eugene,” she trailed off and nudged you. “I’m not dating Eugene.” You gave Ashly your best attempt at acting before she gave you a ‘nice-try-Raphael’ look. “Okay, so what? We’re just not ready to tell anyone yet.” You said quietly to her and pulled her off to the side. “So when are you guys going to tell everyone then? I mean, it’s clearly obvious both of you are dating.” She said with a laugh as she lightly munched on a cookie from the canteen. “What do you mean ‘obvious’? I’m doing a pretty good job at keeping it on the down low. Same with Eugene.” You tried to tell Ashly, but she shook her head in disappointment. “Oh, sweet innocent Y/N, I wish you could see it through everyone else’s eyes.” She gave a chuckle as you crooked an eyebrow in honest confusion. Ashly gave you a soft pat on the shoulder as she returned to the tripod.

Eugene coming back to you, shoving his pockets in his dress pants. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” He asked politely. You gave a nod as you followed him outside the filming room. You both stopped at an empty hallway and leaned on the wall. You also had something to talk to him about and you opened your mouth to start. “I think we should tell everyone about us.” You both said in unison. Blinking, you both let out a chuckle at the moment. Great minds think alike. “Who told you?” You asked. “The guys. You?” He asked. “Ashly.” Both of you gave nods, then settling on telling everyone; walking back to the filming room.

As both you and Eugene entered the room Eugene got everyone’s attention. “Everyone, random news announcement, but,” he trailed off, taking a glance at you. You gave a smile and a slight nod as he continued. “Y/N and I are dating.” He revealed (finally) and let his hand hold yours. Both fingers intertwining. “Finally!” Ned yelled in relief, with a smile on his face. “It was so obvious!” Keith yelled out too, giving Ned a high-five. “Yeah, I totally ship you guys,” Zach said excitedly as he gave small claps. Ashly quickly ran out the door to drag Andrew in. “What are you doing?” He asked as she dragged Andrew in with her hand on his wrist. “Winning.” She said. “Say it again,” Ashly asked. Both you and Eugene looked at each other and shrugged. “Y/N and I are dating.” Eugene said simply. “Finally!” A bunch of people yelled in unison. You and Eugene were startled as Steven, Freddie, Kelsey, Ryan, Shane and Sara appeared at the door. “Right?” The three other Try guys said happily behind both you and Eugene. “And that means, Ned and I win Andrew. Hand over the money.” Ashly said as Ned quickly ran over to Ashly, giving her a high-five. “But wait, everyone else bet on this right?” Andrew said to all the people at the door. Ashly looked confused as everyone confessed their bets. Sara, Shane, Steven and Andrew bet that you were going to be the first one to announce it, and Ryan, Freddie, Kelsey, Ashly and Ned bet that Eugene was going to announce it—but Ashly and Andrew had the original bet before they dragged seven more people in it.

“What?” You asked awkwardly as they all exchanged their money to the winning team. “Wait!” Yelled Zach from behind. “When did you start dating?” He asked eagerly. “A little over a month ago.” You answered with a smile. Eugene letting your hand go and making it’s way to your waist. You felt his strong hand gripping your waist gently. “Damn it.” Keith then sighed and took out his wallet, handing Zach $50. “Thank you sir.” He said happily. “You guys are really cute by the way.” Freddie said breaking the awkward ice. Everyone murmured in agreement. “Yeah, I thought Eugene didn’t have feelings and emotions.” Kelsey said with a laugh. “Then call this emotion.” Eugene said as he lifted and spun you and gave you a kiss. Your arms quickly made it’s way around his neck as you passionately kissed him. Both of you departed the kiss with a smile as everyone clapped and happily yelled in unison. ‘They’ll definitely understand’. You thought back at Eugene’s words. He was right after all.

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A/N: I finally made a masterlist! If you wanna go check it out, link is here!

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Masterlist

[third3yeblonde]

thoughts for today..

So, it’s pretty late in the evening here. Trying to get myself to start winding down. Although you and I both know how much of a struggle that is for me.. LOL. I’ve already considered doing a deep clean of my room.. It’s gotten pretty bad and I haven’t really done it since I moved in here 2 years ago... Yeah, clutter. Clutter EVERYWHERE because I’m a pack rat and never and I do mean never throw anything away. Memories, you know? But, maybe I need to start learning how to let some of those go.. kind of cleanse my surroundings so I can cleanse my soul. Rid myself of the baggage I carry around all the time. Heavy shit too.. I’ve been told I’m pretty hard on myself and I know it’s true but.. It’s hard to just, not expect so much more of myself when I should be looking for ways to cope and acamodate (sp?) myself I ridicule and put myself down or just straight ignore the fact that I know I may need extra help here and there with life things.. enough to where I just struggle on my own until I break down eventually.. I gotta work on that for sure. I’m going to start writing posts on here every day if I can, but I”m not going to set an impossible goal once again so, you’ll see something from me semi often I hope. Just to kinda get things out of my head and onto some kind of outlet/platform. I’m no artist, I can’t sing or write songs, I dont really exercise, I don’t do planners, I don’t do anything to let things go, let things out. I could just start randomly screaming I guess, but that may become alarming to some, So writing it is, or well, typing it is, Seeing as unfortunately I cannot write with a pen/pencil on paper anymore without my hand starting to cramp up after less than a page of hand writing,, it kills me to have to do this because I love the simple art of writing in a notebook with a new favorite pen and smelling the ink on paper.. but oh well, this will do. :/ enough depressing stuff though, today was okay I guess. It’s my last day off of the week and I got to spend it in court this morning, .Luckily things went how I’d hoped. I got an extention on my community service due date. Just a week, but that gives me time to finish the 11 out of 15 hours I have left. Hopefully I can anyways work around my work schedule. I work 4 out of the 7 days of the week. Hopefully soon to be 5 so I can start making some real money. I’m so excited for my first full paycheck (2 weeks worth of hours). I’m going to feel rich, it’s the most I’ve ever really made somewhere and I”m stoked to see the results of my hard work. I’ve really been busting my ass at this new job. Its another housekeeping position but at a sort of new place. I’m full time @ the La Quinta Inn and Suites now. Cleaning rooms.. fun fun fun. But its a job and an easy one at that, .Well, maybe a little physically taxing but I need that forced bit of exercise every day. I’ve been gaining weight again so this will slim down a smidge. Not that I really want to lose weight I just don’t want to sit around like a blob anymore. I’ve also been doing a lil side hustle.. it’s risky but it getting me through this last gap of no check until next week. I have help, but I think I”m okay at it myself. It’s also not very hard.. just risky if youre not smart about yourself. So i try to be as not dumb as possible in this business. The consequences are more than I’m really willing to face. But, if that day was to ever come of course I would face it. Aint no fuck shit in this bitch. I unlike a lot of people I know really knows and practices respect and loyalty. I wish some people could really see that and appreciate it for what it is... but oh well, thats a song I need to stop singing.. a broken record I’ve got to quit playing. If he loved me, I know where he would be,. and he’s not there so.. that tells me all I need to know. Or it should, I’m just stubborn and really honestly still want to hang on.. I really don’t know why. Matt says Stockholm Syndrome.. I kind of can believe that to be plausible.. just sucks knowing that that is what I had to come to accept as love.. because that’s all he knows how to show it.. and I knew the things I had to endure were worth it because, it meant he cared about me. He hurt me the most because he loved me the most... right? Ha.. yeah, right.. I miss him every day still, I can’t tell you why or how I can still say that and truly mean it but I do. I miss the good times..  I even sometimes miss the attention that came with the not so bad times.. the bad times though, I don’t miss. And wouldnt wish on anyone that has so much love for someone that continuously tries to intimidate, hurt, embarrass or punish them so they can feel big.. I would do anything for him. I did do anything for him.. Every day... And I still would would it not be for his habit of being physically and mentally abusive on a daily basis.. I wish he never had to go through the things that made him into the kind of man he is today. I wish no one had to.. I wish someone had been there to show him real love, to protect him, to give him a real childhood.. to not have it robbed from him at such a young fragile stage in his development as a person.. I wish that I could have loved the bad away. I tried so hard to love his pain away, his past, his rage.. I tried so so hard to show him what real love was. What it really felt like but.. He didn’t know what to do with it when I had such a compulsion to give it all I had. To give him all of me, every ounce of my being I wanted him to know I used to love him with. My heart beat for him, the blood in my veins still runs so hot for him and his touch.. His eyes on me.. the way his hands felt on me,. All over me.. the way his kiss felt all the way down my body.. teasing me in the end. Making the anticipation eat me alive before finally relieving me of my yearning.. letting me have all that I wanted of him.. It was so much about that though, so much of my love for him stemmed for the passion I felt for him during those times,, And I fell so hard for him physically.. It’s so crazy.. but thats how he works. That;s how he gets you. Really any woman.. but goodness.... I know it was real with me. And no one can tell me otherwise. How hard he’d give it to me.. How deep he would go.. making me feel like I’d become a part of him and he of me.. Him making just as much noise as I did.. not being able to contain his pleasure in what he was doing to me.. How good it felt.. grabbing my hair from behind me and gripping harder with every stroke.. ugh.. telling me when he wanted me to cum for him.. and goddamn did that make me lose it. Worked like a charm everytime that hot breath in my ear with those words.. that demand.. to show just how much control he had over my body in those moments. His voice.. fuck.. rough and low.. me responding with shakes all throughout my body as that pleasure pulsed through my entirety.. over and over again. Making me say his name amidst the cussing I always let out when I’m being railed right.. god bless america.. well this turned into something entirely different than what I had anticipated but.. I can dig it. LOL wonder how much content I could come with that would actually be acceptable as something worth reading,. God bless. Now I’m sitting here all uncomfortably hot and bothered. I wish he’d come fuck me one last time,. making sure I never forget who did it right.. always.. who changed my life in soooo many ways; not even just in hed either but i won’t get too emotional about it right now. Theres absolutely no excuse for the way he got me wrapped aroumd his finger.. Using sex as a bribe worse than candy for a fucking baby..Anyways,. this is probaly a pretty good stopping point. I’ll never understand how he could pick her over the shit we do .. but ohh well.. It hurts less and less everytime I’ve been reminded which gets less and less often as each day passes.. Okay, goodnight everybody.  

[mypinkportfolio]

Tradução de Conto

The curtains

(M. R. James. In: The Locked Room)

 Mr. James Denton's greatest love in life was books, old ones most of all. His collection grew bigger and bigger every year, but he lived in his aunt's house, and she was not very happy about this.

Mr. Denton was in London one day to buy furniture for the new house which he and his aunt were building, and he was on his way to a shop to choose the curtains. His way took him, quite by chance, past one of the best bookshops in London, and he could not stop himself going in, just for a quick look, as he told himself.

He was just walking round the shop, looking at all the different books, when he noticed a small collection of books on the part of England that he came from, Warwickshire. He spent the next half an hour looking through these and finally decided to buy one that really interested him, called “The Diary of Mr. Poynter, 1710”. He paid for the book and then, looking at his watch, he realized that he had very little time before his train back to Warwickshire left, and he had to rush to the station. He just caught the train.

That night, his aunt questioned him about his trip to London and was very interested to hear about the furniture which was going to arrive soon. Her nephew described everything in detail, but still she was not satisfied. 'And what about the curtains, James?' she asked. 'Did you go to...?' Suddenly James remembered. 'Oh dear, oh dear,' he said, ‘that’s the one thing I missed. I am so sorry. You see, I was on my way there when, quite by chance, I passed Robins.’ 'Not Robins the bookshop, I hope,' cried his aunt. 'Don't tell me you've bought more horrible old books, James.'

'Well, only one,' he said, feeling a bit guilty, 'and it's a very interesting one, a diary of someone who used to live not far from here…' But he could see that his aunt was not really listening.

'You can't go to London again before next Thursday,' she was saying, 'and really, James, until we decide on the curtains, there's nothing more we can do.

Luckily, she decided to go to bed soon after that and James was left alone with his new book, which he read until the early hours of the morning. He found this diary, with its stories of everyday life at that time, very interesting. The next day was Sunday. After church, James and his aunt sat in the living room together. Is this the old book that made you forget my curtains?' asked his aunt, picking it up. 'Well, it doesn't look very good…, The Diary of Mr. Poynter. Huh!' But she opened the book and looked at a few pages. Suddenly, much to his surprise, she began to show some interest. 'Look at this. James,' she said. 'Isn't it lovely?' It was a small piece of paper, pinned to one of the pages of the diary. On it was a beautiful drawing, made up of curving lines, which somehow caught the eye. 'Well, why don't we get it copied for the curtains if you like it so much?' he suggested, hoping that she would forgive him for his bad memory of the day before in London. His aunt agreed and the very next day, James took the piece of paper to a company in the nearest town, who agreed to copy it and make it into curtains.

About a month later, James was called in to inspect the work and was extremely pleased with the result. 'Was it a difficult job?' he asked the manager.

'Not too difficult, sir. But, to tell you the truth, the artist who did the work was very unhappy about it - he said there was something bad in the drawing, sir.' James was thoughtful but still he chose the colors for the curtains and then returned home.

A few weeks later, the curtains were ready and a man came to hang them in several rooms of the new house, one of which was James's bedroom. That night he found that he could not stop looking at them and, although it was a still night, he was almost sure that the curtains were moving and that someone was watching him from behind them. He told himself that this was impossible and not to be so stupid. He explained to himself that the effect was caused by the curving lines on the curtains, which looked just like long, curling black hair.

The next day, a friend of James's came to stay and after dinner they sat up late, talking and laughing. At last they decided to go to bed and James showed his friend to the guest room, which was just along from his own. James, though, did not want to go to bed immediately and sat in the chair by the fire in his room, reading. He fell asleep for a few minutes and, when he woke, he realized that something was in the room with him. Putting out his hand, he felt something covered in hair and thought it was his dog, who always followed him everywhere. 'How did you get in here? I thought I left you downstairs,' he said, looking down. To his horror, he found it was not his little dog, but something almost human. He jumped and screamed and, as he did, the face of the thing came up towards him: no eyes, no nose, no mouth; only hair. He screamed again and rushed to the door, but was so frightened that he could not get it open. He felt the thing touch his back and start to tear at his shirt. At last the door flew open and he rushed to his friends’ room, terrified and breathing hard.

The next morning, early, James went away to the seaside for a few days to try to forget about his horrible experience. He took with him The Diary of Mr. Poynter. He wanted to read it again carefully to find out anything he could about the pattern pinned on to the page. When he turned to that part of the book he found that there were several pieces of paper stuck one on top of the other. He carefully pulled off the first two and found this story, written by Mr. Poynter in 1707.

'Old Mr. Casbury of Acrington told me this day of young Sir Everard Charlett, at that time a student of University College. The young man drank too much and broke the law many times, but because he was from an important family, the university never did anything about it. He used to wear his hair very long and curling down his neck and he wore unusual, colorful clothes. His behavior made his father very unhappy. One day, they found young Sir Everard dead in his room, with all his hair pulled out. No one could explain why or how he died, but the strangest thing was that, the day after he died, the body disappeared completely, leaving only a pile of long, curling black hair on the floor of his room. His father kept some of this hair and had drawings made of it, part of which I have pinned to this page.'

This is the strange story behind the curtains. Before he returned home, James Denton ordered his servants to take them all down and burn them.

 As Cortinas

(M. R. James. In: The Locked Room)

O maior amor da vida de James Denton eram livros, sobretudo os antigos. Sua coleção crescia a cada ano, mas ele morava na casa de sua tia, e ela não estava muito contente com isso.

O Sr. Denton estava em Londres um dia para comprar móveis para a nova casa que ele e sua tia estavam construindo, e ele estava a caminho de uma loja para escolher as cortinas. O caminho o levou, por acaso, para uma das melhores livrarias em Londres, e ele não conseguiu evitar entrar, apenas para uma olhada rápida, como ele disse a si mesmo.

Ele estava andando pela loja, olhando para diferentes livros, quando notou uma pequena coleção de livros sobre a parte da Inglaterra de onde veio, Warwickshire. Passou a meia hora seguinte olhando e finalmente decidiu comprar um que realmente o interessou, chamado "O Diário de Sr. Poynter, 1710". Pagou pelo livro e depois, olhando para seu relógio, percebeu que tinha muito pouco tempo antes que o trem de volta para Warwickshire saísse, e ele teria que correr até a estação. Ele pegou o trem por pouco.

Naquela noite, sua tia o questionou sobre sua viagem para Londres e estava muito interessada em saber sobre a mobília que chegaria em breve. O sobrinho descreveu tudo em detalhes, mas ainda assim ela não estava satisfeita.

- E as cortinas, James?, ela perguntou. - Você foi ao...?

De repente, James se lembrou.

- Ah querida, ah querida, ele disse. - Essa foi a única coisa que esqueci. Desculpe-me. Veja bem, eu estava a caminho quando, por acaso, passei pela Robins.

- Não Robins, a livraria, eu espero!, exclamou sua tia. - Não me diga que você comprou mais livros velhos e horríveis, James.

 - Bem, apenas um, ele disse, sentindo-se um pouco culpado. - E é um muito interessante, um diário de alguém que morava não muito longe daqui... Mas ele podia ver que sua tia não estava realmente ouvindo.

- Você não pode ir a Londres novamente até a próxima quinta-feira, ela estava dizendo. - E sério, James, até que decidamos sobre as cortinas, não há mais nada que possamos fazer.

Por sorte, ela decidiu ir dormir logo depois e James ficou sozinho com seu novo livro, que ele leu até a madrugada. Ele achou aquele diário, com histórias da vida cotidiana daquela época, muito interessante. O dia seguinte era domingo. Depois da igreja, James e sua tia sentaram-se juntos na sala de estar.

- Este é o livro antigo que fez você esquecer minhas cortinas?,  perguntou sua tia, pegando-o. - Bem, não parece muito bom... O Diário de Sr. Poynter. Hã?

Mas ela abriu o livro e olhou algumas páginas. De repente, para a surpresa dele, ela começou a mostrar algum interesse.

- Veja isso, James, ela disse. - Não é adorável?

Era um pequeno pedaço de papel, preso a uma das páginas do diário. Nele tinha um lindo desenho, composto de linhas curvas que, de alguma forma, chamavam a atenção.

- Bem, por que não copiamos o desenho para as cortinas, já que você gostou tanto?, ele sugeriu, esperando que ela o perdoasse por sua má memória no dia anterior em Londres.

Sua tia concordou e, no dia seguinte, James levou o papel para uma empresa na cidade mais próxima, que concordou em copiá-lo e transformá-lo em cortinas.

Cerca de um mês depois, James foi chamado para inspecionar o trabalho e ficou extremamente satisfeito com o resultado.

- Foi um trabalho difícil?, ele perguntou ao gerente.

- Não muito difícil, senhor.

Mas, para falar a verdade, o artista que fez o trabalho era muito infeliz – ele disse que havia algo ruim no desenho, senhor."

James ficou pensativo, mas ainda assim ele escolheu as cores para as cortinas e então voltou para casa.

Algumas semanas depois, as cortinas estavam prontas e um homem foi pendurá-las em diversos cômodos da casa nova; um deles sendo o quarto de James. Naquela noite, descobriu que não conseguia parar de olhar para elas e, embora fosse uma noite quieta, ele tinha quase certeza que as cortinas estavam se movendo e alguém estava observando-o por trás delas. Ele disse a si mesmo que isso era impossível e para não ser tão burro. Explicou a si mesmo que o efeito era causado pelas linhas curvas nas cortinas, que pareciam longos cabelos pretos e enrolados.

No dia seguinte, um amigo de James tinha vindo passar a noite e, depois do jantar, ficaram sentados até tarde, conversando e rindo. Finalmente, eles decidiram ir dormir e James mostrou a seu amigo o quarto de hóspedes, que era bem na frente do seu.

James, no entanto, não queria ir dormir imediatamente e sentou-se na cadeira perto da lareira em seu quarto, lendo. Adormeceu por alguns minutos e, quando acordou, percebeu que alguma coisa estava no quarto com ele. Levantando a sua mão, ele sentiu algo coberto em pelos e pensou que era seu cachorro, que sempre o seguia em todo lugar.

- Como você entrou aqui? Eu pensei que tinha te deixado lá embaixo!, ele disse, olhando para baixo.

Para seu espanto, percebeu que não era seu cachorrinho, mas algo quase humano. Ele pulou e gritou e, ao fazer isso, o rosto da coisa foi em direção a ele: sem olhos, sem nariz, sem boca; apenas cabelo. Gritou novamente e correu para a porta, mas estava tão assustado que não conseguia abri-la. Sentiu a coisa tocar suas costas e rasgar sua camisa. Finalmente, a porta se abriu e ele correu para o quarto de seu amigo, aterrorizado e respirando com dificuldade.

Na manhã seguinte, logo cedo, James foi para o litoral por uns dias para tentar esquecer sua horrível experiência. Ele levou consigo “O Diário do Sr. Poynter”, pois queria ler novamente com cuidado, para descobrir qualquer coisa que pudesse sobre o desenho anexado à página.

Quando chegou nessa parte do livro, descobriu que havia vários pedaços de papel colados um em cima do outro. Cuidadosamente descolou os dois primeiros e encontrou esta história, escrita pelo Sr. Poynter em 1707.

"O velho Sr. Casbury de Acrington falou-me esses dias sobre o jovem Sr. Everard Charllet, naquela época um estudante da University College. O jovem bebia demais e infringiu a lei várias vezes, mas porque ele era de uma família importante, a universidade nunca fez nada sobre isso. Ele costumava usar o cabelo muito longo e curvando-se sobre pescoço e usava roupas atípicas e coloridas. Seu comportamento desagradava muito seu pai. Um dia, encontraram o jovem Sr. Everard morto em seu quarto, com todo o seu cabelo arrancado. Ninguém conseguia explicar por que ou como ele morreu, mas a coisa mais estranha era que, um dia depois de sua morte, o corpo desapareceu completamente, ficando apenas um amontoado de cabelos pretos, ondulados e compridos no chão de seu quarto. Seu pai guardou um pouco do cabelo e fez desenhos com ele, partes dos quais eu anexei a essa página."

Essa é a estranha história por trás das cortinas. Antes de voltar para casa, James Denton ordenou que seus empregados retirassem e queimassem todas elas.

[ryans-shaniac]

Can I request a part 2 to prompt 75?

remember when i said i’d accept writing prompts for 100 followers? me either. (not to use exam stress as an excuse or anything but exam stress kicked my ass) 

anyway i originally wasn’t going to do this because i’m not good with writing sequels to my writing but i actually had a burst of creativity so HERE WE GO BOYS 

read me first!

Ryan hadn’t been at school in a few days and needless to say, everyone was worried.

His mom and dad didn’t know what to do, Ryan barely told them anything. They put it down to stress and let their son have the rest of the week off. Back at school, Shane had been near mute as well. He was constantly checking his phone to see if Ryan had messaged him or tried to call him. Obviously there was nothing new.

He stared down at his lock screen for the fifth time in 2 minutes. It was a photo of him and Ryan at the abandoned warehouse down the road from their local mall. Ryan had dragged Shane and their friend TJ along as one final adventure before TJ moved to Florida. The photo was taken in front of defaced rusty shipping containers. Both of them were laughing and pointing at the giant dick that had been graffitied on the side of one of the containers in bright yellow.

Shane smiled at the memory, almost chucked, before being bought back to reality with Sara nudging him.

“If he hasn’t talked to you since Wednesday, he’s not going to text you now. Put your phone away and try to relax.” Sara had a sad smile on her face and Shane knew she was right.

“Yeah I know..I just..I’m so worried about him. He was so torn up after school, I can’t stop hearing his sobs in the back of my mind. They were my fault. But why? Maybe I should’ve spoken to him more. L-let him know I’m never gonna leave him. Maybe if I had just been a better friend then maybe-“

Arms on his shoulders stopped him spiralling. Shane had been spiralling a lot lately. All he could think about was what he could’ve done to do better and what he would say to Ryan if he were here.

Shane turned around and saw a concerned looking Andrew.

“Dude you have to calm down. None of this was your fault. Ryan’s clearly working through some shit and we just have to wait for him to feel cool enough to tell us what’s going on. Let’s just go to lunch and meet with the others, maybe someone has spoken to him.”  

Shane wanted to protest. Tell Andrew if Ryan was working through anything, then he would know about it because they don’t keep secrets from each other. But instead he just nodded solemnly and followed him to the cafeteria, Sara smiled and told him she’d speak to him later as she went off and joined her friends.

Their table consisted of Ryan, Shane, Andrew, Steven, Jen, Ella, Zach, Keith, Ned and Ned and Keith’s girlfriends, Ariel and Becky. Sometimes Sara and a couple of her friends (Eugene, Quinta, Freddie and Kelsey) would join them but that was rare, due to the fact that Eugene would try to pick a fight with Ella a lot. No one knew why but Eugene would always find something to argue about, especially if Zach was involved.

Everyone else was already sat down and Shane took a seat next to Jen who rubbed his back and gave him a sympathetic look. Why was everyone giving him sad looks today? Were they meant to make him feel better? The sad looks aren’t going to make Ryan talk to him or come to school.

There was a whisper on the other side of the table as Zach handed his phone to Steven, who then sighed and nodded. The phone was then passed to Ned and Ariel who both gave knowing looks to everyone else.

“Hello? You know I can see you guys, right? What was on Zach’s phone? Zach what did your phone say?” Panic struck Shane’s voice.

Everyone went silent and looked anywhere but Shane’s gaze. Shane felt the anger boiling inside him and before he got up and left, Zach passed his phone to Jen and nodded to her.

“Just..Just show him. He told me last night that I could show him.” Zach mumbled.

“Wait, I’m sorry what? Is this Ryan? You’ve spoken to him? Zach, what the fuck you promised you would let me know if-“

The phone was thrust into Shane’s shaking hands before he could continue. Everyone at the table had read this text except for him. He exhaled and looked down.

‘Ryan Boogara (11:10am): fuck all of this??? like dude tf?? feelings?? they r the biggest load of bullcrap i have ever experienced. remind me to never get them again. also remind me to go to the doctors and ask if they can surgically replace my tear ducts because mine have been run dry. there are no more tears to let fall. i can’t believe shane was so oblivious but also i can’t believe that i wasn’t more forward with how i felt. if i had been maybe this could’ve worked out nd we could b the high school sweethearts i dreamed abt. how do people DEAL WITH THIS!!!!!!!! HOW DID NED AND KEITH DO THIS???? HOW DID STEVEN DO THIS???? AT LEAST THEY WERE ALL LUCKY!!!! THEIR INTENSE PINING GOT THEM A RELATIONSHIP!!! BUT ME??? LITTLE OL RYAN STEVEN BERGARA GOT NONE OF THAT!!!! ALL I GOT WAS HEARTACHE AND HURT!!!! why do. straight people exist? CHALLENGE ME THAT KORNFELD why do they exist an d why does the one (1) man i love have to be one of them. read that with a lot of spite. this was dumb from day one and you told me it wouldn’t have been worth it but i didn’t listen. and then i told jen and i didn’t listen to HER anD THEN I WENT TO  E U G E NE L E E YA N G FOR ADVICE YESTERDAY ON HOW TO GET OVER IT AND HE TOLD ME TO DRINKMY FEELINGS AWAY AND HERE I AM!!!! dude im wastED. all of my feels have intensified so much. its only 11am. WOOwee. if i ever see shane madej again I’m gonna punch him in the face and then kiss his lips better. i love him zachy. i love him. sso much

Me (12:00pm): dude are you okay? literally no one has heard from you since you ran off and shane is such a mess he is not handling anything well

Me (1:30pm): hey man remember drink some water and take painkillers

Ryan Boogara (9:00pm): jesus fuck i just woke up

Ryan Boogara (9:00pm): i’m sorry you had to deal with that

Me (9:03pm): no it’s alright are you okay?

Ryan Boogara (9:04pm): yeah i have a massive headache and i miss shane. a lot.

Me (9:04pm): he misses you too

Me (9:04pm): he’s acting like you’ve died

Ryan Boogara (9:04pm): i feel like i’ve died

Ryan Boogara (9:04pm): can you tell him i’m sorry and i love him

Ryan Boogara (9:05pm): i’m over lying to him

Ryan Boogara (9:05pm): you know what, just show him this i’m done

Ryan Boogara (9:05pm): at least then he has the weekend to process my shit and can decide on monday if he still wants to be my friend

Me (9:06pm): are you sure you’re not still drunk?

Ryan Boogara (9:06pm): yeah just do it

Ryan Boogara (9:06pm): im gonna try and go to bed gnight zach

Me (9:06pm): goodnight ry get some rest’

Shane couldn’t do anything except stare at the phone. He reread the message over and over. Ryan…had feelings for him? Since when?

Shane didn’t notice he was crying until he felt Jen’s arms wrap around his side. Next to him, Keith rested his hand on his shoulder. Shane missed his friend so much. And now his fears were confirmed that it was his fault, the guilt ate him up even more than usual.

Shane stumbled over his words, “I have-I’ve got-Ryan I need to see him-I want to tell him-I’m..”

Shane pushed himself up from his seat. Despite his friend’s protests, he just kept walking. Out of the cafeteria and out of the school grounds. Ryan’s house was a 20 minute walk from school and although taking an uber could’ve been quicker, Shane refused to waste any time, he knew he had to get to Ryan.

A sweaty and out of breath Shane pounded on the front door to the Bergara’s and when no one answered, he managed to break in with his debit card, a trick he learnt off Mike, a kid in his forensic science class. Shane marched upstairs and without knocking opened the door to Ryan’s room.

Ryan was lying in bed, his back to the door, completely oblivious to the man standing in the doorway.

“Why?”

Ryan sat bolt upright in bed and turned to the voice. He was a sight to behold, it seemed like he hadn’t slept in days and he smelt of vodka. Ryan’s face paled and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Shane? I-what did Zach show you the text?” Fear seeped into Ryan’s voice.

“Why?” This time Shane’s voice cracked. He could feel the lump in his throat rise.

“I’m sorry.” Ryan croaked.

Shane walked towards the bed and pushed Ryan down and kissed him. Both of them were surprised at the taller man’s actions but neither made an effort to stop. Shane climbed on top of Ryan, their lips not breaking apart. Ryan tasted like alcohol and Shane like mint. Their mouths worked together and Ryan released a low moan.

Since when did Shane want this? Maybe he always did, subconsciously, but never let himself think about it. Thank God he had called off the date with Sara until this whole thing with Ryan blew over.

The two boys pulled away for air, both of them crying, their tears mixed together on each others cheeks. Shane let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I.”

“Good. You should be.”

Ryan grinned and sighed contently, “I really like you, Shane.”

“I don’t know how I feel, but I do know that I really liked kissing you.”

“Then kiss me again.”

[breakingmllc]

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2017

Howdy! Every year I like to write a reflection on the year that has passed. I like to journal, and also document here, so buckle up. 

Right now I am not in a great head space. I’m feeling anxious, annoyed, frustrated and trapped. I’m not sure how this will turn out. I wish I could find my headphones.

Let’s see. Last January, I was living in Danbury. I worked at Starbucks and the library. This was definitely a transitional year. I worked lots of meaningless jobs, lots of hours to save lots of money. Living in Danbury felt aimless. I was close to people I loved, yet didn’t have the time to spend with them. I loved the little house. I had a perfect bedroom and I loved being on my own, but it felt like a year lacking direction. My goal was to save enough to move to Australia. I achieved that goal, but the rest of my time felt sort of aimless.

Okay, I need to pull my head out of the oven because this is getting too negative. In April I started working with a Children’s Theatre company in CT. It was nice to be paid to do theatre again. I was proud of that, but the lady I worked for was a real loon, and overall I was so happy when it was over.

In September, my lease was over, and I decided instead of moving to Australia straight away, I would go on tour with a production of The Outsiders. Looking back, that was probably the best decision I could have made, and it was a real highlight. It was so nice to be acting again. I hated road managing, but I loved it. It was insane, stressful, demanding, overwhelming, but at the end of the day it gave me so much more purpose and meaning than working at Red Lobster.

2017 wasn’t a big year for travel. I’m excited to travel more in 2018. 

2017 was a year of Danny. We went on our first date on Groundhogs Day, and he’s changed my life. We’ve had so many good times, so many challenging times. He’s loyal, supportive, wonderful. It wouldn’t have been the same without him. Lately, I’ve been feeling so low, and taking it out on him which I know isn’t fair. He is patient, he is accepting, and he makes me feel comfortable and loved.

When I think of 2017 I will think of Valentines Day, the excitement of dating someone new. The drudgery of working jobs I didn’t care for. Starbucks, the library, red lobster, being bored. Having a warm little house. Rhys helping shovel my car out. Sledding down the hill with doggo, how could that have already been nearly a year ago? Napping between jobs. Pinching every penny. Locking my keys in Sunshine. Sunshine dying, buying a new car. Jeannie. Driving with Danny, and the Mets, and dancing, and wiffleball. A snow day with Magary, making pie and doing tarot. Scranton. Being comfy in the house. Being bored. Painting again. Writing. Not auditioning. Working with Leslie, touching base with Mikey again. The rabbit that ran into the school. Laughing about how terrible she was. The costumes, the allergy attacks. My birthday, my perfect birthday with Tarrywile and the vulture and space jam. My caffeine addiction. O’Briens. Having faith in myself. Wanting more. Feeling lost and without direction. Bubble baths to warm me because it was so damn cold. The swamp monster that lived in the toilet. Brunch with Danny’s family, and crying. The 30th anniversary party I could give to the people I love. The Outsiders. Feeling wise, being a leader. Being part of something bigger than myself. Vitaly eating everyone’s food. Salmon jerky. Sean and his get rich quick scheme. Getting iced. Getting mad at Goggin, and the way he always had my back. The afternoon when I couldn’t stop crying. Roach motel in NJ. Boxes of wine with Jenn. The comfy La Quinta. Staying in bed. The Red Roof with Danny and Alejandro and Colleen and Myles. Reconnecting. Laughing. Quiplash. Mafia.The fights. The frustrations. Niagara Falls at night. Steve getting sick, getting the call after we left that cute coffee shop in Louisville. Tomas always ushering so he could be there in case I needed to flip my shit. Tomas watching The Office with me, all the way from Syracuse to Connecticut. The death of Cindy. Vermont, and sex and heart to hearts and music and coconut oil. Coming home and substitute teaching and living here. Trying to squeeze in goodbyes. Trying to clean so I can have a new start. Getting an au pair job, getting my visa.

I’ve been home for about a month and I am so fed up. My parents are hoarders. It’s dirty, it’s cramped, it’s hard to walk or think or work. I’m at the kitchen table because my room is so cold and the wifi doesn’t reach, but I want to work without interruption and it isn’t an option. Someday I will treasure these days, but for now I can’t think I can’t function. I am overwhelmed and undermotivated. There are so many things I think I should do, and I have been doing none of them. I need to finish shoveling out my own childhood hoarders bedroom. There’s a lot on my plate.

2018 will be a bright time. I have a couple more weeks to tie up loose ends. then I will be driving across the country with Danny. I’m excited to see new places and spend time with him and make more memories and take cute instas. 2017 felt stagnant, but it wasn’t. I saved lots of money, I had some good times. There were times when I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed. It was sad, I was working so much it was isolating. Tour was a breath of fresh air, and a push that I should be doing more. I got my visa. I bought my plane ticket. I built a relationship. I moved out of my house. I made money. I stuck to a budget. I cooked for myself. I started writing and painting more. I read maybe 5 books and went on maybe 5 auditions. 2018 will be a year to focus more on my future and a career, not just a job. I’m glad I lived in Danbury because it was better than living at home, but I knew it would always be temporary, a diversion. Sydney will be as well, but it is different. It will be new and exciting and challenging in a way that Danbury isn’t and never was. 

I have lots to be proud of. I need to write more and read more. I need to finish submitting this audition and I need to finish Danny’s present. I need to make time for my goodbyes and time for fun. December has been a standstill,I can’t wait to move forward again and have more control of my environment and my circumstances. 

Goals to 2018:

-More auditions. 

-More books.

-Perform a show at the Melbourne Fringe. 

I can make it happen. It’s scary to leave everyone I love. I hope the ones that matter will still remember me. Better times, new friends, more opportunities await. Most importantly, warmer weather as well.

Much love,

K xoxo