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Helizabeth by Giovanni Filippi
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Now That We’re Done - HS
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Summary: A twenty year old dancer, Elizabeth Payne, is recovering from a traumatic past with the help of her older brother, Liam. The two of them have been yearning for peace for quite some time, and when a good friend comes to live with them for the summer they start their journey towards finding it. Through ups, downs, relapses, and two albums- Liz fights through her own mind to get better.
Warnings: There are mentions of abuse, PTSD, and anxiety throughout every part. Also- mature content. One of the guys doesn’t turn out to be so great- this story is not intended to give him this image. This is all purely fiction.
Part Seven
Laying down across my couch the tv played meaningless sitcoms as I scrolled through my phone. Twitter was alive as I interacted with some of my fans, and I watched the trending hashtags closely like I usually did.
Some people were tweeting questions about my sister, about my sister and Harry and about my sister again.
Her name hadn’t been out in the world this huge since it happened. She was posted all over social media, her face across nearly every magazine in the world with trashy articles written about her left and right. There were a few that steered away from it and supported her, and I personally reached out to those companies to thank them and to help them work on any future projects.
Now that Elizabeth had been spotted three times in the same month, the world didn’t know how to act.
What happened to my sister didn’t die down until a year after it happened. She went into hiding, we put her into hiding, and made sure she was completely out of the public eye.
A new tweet popped up to the top of my feed.
@julesstevens798: your sister sure knows how to run through your group of friends huh. #liampayneqanda
I stared at it for a moment and watched as a few replies followed it.
@onedxalways54: Shut up!!! U dont know her or them!! Leave her alone. She went through serious shit.
@julesstevens798: so she gets to whore around again with another one direction guy?! seems messed up to me. isnt she fucked up in the head anyway!?
I wanted to block her and throw my phone away, but instead I refreshed the page. Torturing myself some more.
@camcam_ryannn: @julesstevens798 And Harrys entire album was about Kendall who are we kidding. One D Always can shut her mouth. Harrys just looking for a fuck. #liampayneqanda
@julesstevens798: @camcam_ryannn and easiest way to get it is to use someone mentally unstable!!!! LOL!!!!
@camcam_ryannn: @julesstevens798 I bet she knows what shes doing too. How long has it been shes had sex am I right?!?!?
@julesstevens789: @camcam_ryannn lol girl, who knows where shes been and who shes been with!!!! they probably all slept with her when she lived with them before!!! probably why she moved in!!!
I stopped myself from reading the thread between those two girls and tossed my phone to the side. I buried my face into my hands and let out a scream. Something I could only do when I was completely alone. My heart was on fire and I could feel it through my entire body. I jumped up and paced around my living room. I tried reminding myself that those people online really have no idea what they’re talking about. They don’t know what's on the inside. They don’t know how many nights I held my sister as she cried herself to sleep.
How two years ago I found her lying on my kitchen floor in a ball screaming that she did this to herself with tears streaming down her face. I couldn’t get her up on my own, I could barely hold myself together. I knew I had to for her sake, so I called Harry. By the time he got to my house Elizabeth was sitting up with her face against my kitchen cabinets still sobbing as I tried to hold onto her. Harry ran through the front door, leaving it open behind him, and threw himself to the ground in front of her. He tried to grab onto her hands and she fought him away.
“Don’t touch me!” She shouted at him, “Don’t come near me!” Harry sat back and watched her. He looked all over her and closed his eyes.
“Elizabeth,” He said in a soft voice. She didn’t acknowledge him, “Elizabeth.” He said again, opening his eyes.
“Stop!” She shouted covering her ears. I sat back leaning against the cabinet next her and covered my face trying my hardest to hold back my tears. “Go away,” She demanded, “Go!”
“I’m not leaving,” Harry said in the same tone he spoke in before.
“Please! Leave!” She shouted, sliding her body down to lay completely on the floor where she was before. “You shouldn’t be here,” Her voice got quiet but still she cried. I looked up to Harry who was looking at me with a sad expression and he quickly returned his attention to my sister. “I shouldn’t be here,” She said quickly and stopped her crying abruptly.
“What are you talking about?” Harry asked, maintaining his gentle voice. Normally I could handle myself in a situation like this, but it never got this bad. My hands were shaking as I sat beside my sister unable to comfort her. She sat up and glanced around the room, not looking at me or Harry.
“I shouldn’t be here,” She whispered. Her lips were red, her eyes were bloodshot and her skin was pale and washed out. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her hair was in the same bun it's been in for weeks. It’d been a month since we’d been home from the tour.
“I don’t... deserve this,” Her hands started to shake. She tucked her knees into her chest, “I don’t deserve him, he’s so much better without me. I ruined his life. I don’t deserve to be here, to have you or anyone,” She looked to me with sad eyes, “Why is life worth it, why should I even try?” I reached over to hold onto her hands a bit too fast and she flinched, jumping away, pinning herself to the cabinet with a crash. She stared at me with her eyes wide open. My hands, still out in the air, fell to my lap and I cried.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said clearly, “You know me, you know who I am. I’m not going to hurt you.” She stared at me, her eyes still wide, and she watched me cry. We sat that way for a minute.
“No,” She said and swiftly stood up and hurried away from the both of us. Harry jumped up and chased after her. I took a deep breath and got up to follow them. When I turned into the bathroom where they were, Harry had my sister in his arms. He had his back pressed against the shower with Elizabeth facing away from him sobbing into her arms mumbling something I couldn’t even understand. Harry, still somehow staying strong, nodded at me and closed his eyes for a second.
“We have to take her,” He whispered and she sobbed again clearly shouting and disagreeing with him into her arms. I let more tears fall, swallowed my pride and left to grab the car keys.
Harry carried her out to the car clearly strong enough to resist her fighting and he held her against him in the backseat. No one spoke until the car was in park. Liz had stopped crying and uncovered her face to look at Harry. He gave her a soft smile. She sat up, looked out the window and let out a staggered breath.
“You should just leave me here,” She sniffled and wiped her face with her sleeves.
“We won’t be doing that,” Harry said firmly. She looked at him, then to me, then to Harry and began to cry again.
“Come on,” She fell back toward his chest and with that we brought her out of the car and into the hospital and stayed with her there overnight.
I fell back into the sofa and sunk into the cushions directing my attention to the TV. I did tap on my phone once to check the time. It read 8:07. I frowned at it, crossed my arms over my chest and looked at the TV again. Tapping my right foot against the floor I did my best to fight the urge of calling Harry. He and my sister had been out since about 10 o’clock this morning. He told me they’d be home before the sunset, but that timeframe was quickly coming to a close. I hadn’t heard from either of them all day. I had actually planned for nothing to do for the sole purpose of being free to answer my sister's calls, but I assume she’s fine. The moment I reached for my phone ready to call him, the front door swung open. Harry waltzed in with my sister under his arm and they were laughing. I watched them quietly. Elizabeth twisted herself around and wrapped her arms around Harry's back, her face in line with his chest. He was incredibly taller than her. Her chin was tilted up and she was smiling at him. His arms fell around her as he smiled back and touched his forehead to hers. He whispered something to her and she blushed. He whispered to her again and she grinned. Their eyes never parted.
She said something to him and he took a second to answer. Whatever he said to her made her frown, but he quickly said something right after to make her laugh. She pushed him away shaking her head.
“Harry!” She nearly snorted. I clicked the TV off and their heads turned to me in shock, both their mouths fell open.
“Hi,” I said happily and a little uneasy. Elizabeth hesitated a moment but then she hurried her way in the living room to hop on the couch beside me. Her face was glowing and her smile was beaming. Her hair and makeup weren’t as done up as they were when she left this morning, but she looked beautiful. She leaned into me for a hug. Pulling her in I saw Harry over her shoulder watching us with his hands in his pockets. He gave me a small smile, and I pulled away from Elizabeth before I thought about returning it back to him. My mind still influenced by Twitter.
“How was your day?” I asked giving her my full smile and attention. Harry looked unsure to me as he slummed his way around the other couch to sit down. My eyes didn’t deter from my sister. Elizabeth talked for fifteen minutes about the day they had, Harry chiming in now and then to answer her questions and to clarify things for me. The coffee they had, the records they bought, the hats they tried on, the drums that she played, the ice cream and the dinner they ate.
“I asked if we could walk the rest of the way home once we turned the corner to our neighborhood,” Her eyebrows raised.
“You know where that is?” I questioned pulling a face. She nodded.
“Course I do. I don’t forget Liam,” She poked a finger to my chest, “We got out of the car and walked,” She sighed, her eyes closing, “The air was wonderful. To be outside at that hour surrounded by nothing but green.” Glancing to Harry, his elbow was on the arm of the sofa with his head resting in his hand. He was gazing at her with a smile.
“It was so... ethereal.” She let out a breath as if she’d been holding it in. Harry and I were both surprised by her choice of words.
“You’ve been spending too much time with him,” I joked pointing to Harry. Elizabeth covered her mouth and laughed. She looked over her shoulder at Harry, the two of them smiling, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. I cleared my throat gently to break the silence and Elizabeth turned to me.
“I think I might go call Kens, is that okay?” She asked. I looked at her confused.
“You don’t have to ask,” I told her, “Are you okay?” My mind trickled back to Twitter.
“Yeah!” She breathed, “I just want to tell her about today that’s all.” Her smile was still on her face. Harry and I both let her go off to her room. Harry watched her all the way until she turned the corner of the hallway.
“So,” I started and waited for him to look back at me. I took a much needed deep breath, “It was a good day, yeah?” Harry sat forward, elbows to his knees, and looked me in the eye.
“You have the greatest sister,” He said, his voice quiet, “She and I had the best day I’ve had in a long time. Unbelievable to think of where she was just last year, mentally.” The use of that word threw my mind for a spin. I looked down at my feet and continued to listen.
“She went a lot longer than I thought she was going to. I thought after the record store we would’ve been done and coming back,” He scoffed, “I was very wrong.” I nodded along my eyes looking at him again.
“Liam,” He leaned forward a tiny bit more, “She was singing in the car, she was dancing to the music in the car, she was acting like she was when she was eighteen.” His voice was low. A smile snuck onto my face.
“I couldn’t tell you what’s happening,” I said truthfully, “She’s...” My voice trailed off.
“Getting better,” Harry finished my thought. We looked at each other with a smile before his fell. He sat back on the couch and looked at his lap. He looked like he had something to say. Now was my time to lean forward, elbows to my knees. His eyebrows were low as his eyes flickered to find mine.
“What?” I asked softly with a hint of big brother in it. Harry licked his lips and took a breath.
“We kissed in the park on the way home,” He spoke guiltily softly. I felt a tinge of anger. As a brother you don’t really want to hear those things about your sister especially from one of your good friends, and with the situation we’re in here at home I didn’t know how to take it. We sat in silence. The sound of Elizabeth's feet came barreling down the hallway. Harry and I both sat up straight to see her. She hightailed her way into me and nearly fell on top of me.
“Kens!” She exclaimed, “She’s so happy! She’s calling you tomorrow, Liam. I feel so great,” She held her chest breathing heavily, “Gosh, I can’t catch my breath.” She groaned, immediately looked to Harry and the two of them shared a laugh.
“Alright, well tell her I’m looking forward to it,” I grinned. She said goodnight to Harry and I, and popped her phone into my hands without thinking twice about it and walked back toward her room.
“I was on twitter not too long ago,” I started. Harry's head turned to me, “And I read some things I didn’t need to read.”
“Oh no, Liam,” Harry giggled a bit, “Don’t you remember the first rule from media training!” He joked and I could remember those days of sitting in a room for hours learning the ways. I talked over my laughter.
“I do, trust me, but as a brother I had to forget that rule.”
“How long ago was it on there?” Harry asked, pulling his phone out.
“Harry, you don’t have to-“ I started to say but he found it quick. He pulled a face.
“No, no,” He stated. His eyes continued to read and they shot open wide, “This is disgusting!” He shouted. I shushed him for Elizabeth’s sake.
“I know. It’s terrible,” I agreed. Harry tossed his phone on the coffee table not even bothering to lock it.
“Alright Liam Payne Q and A,” He scooted to the end of the couch he was on to get closer to mine, “What do you have to say about them, because I know something is coming.” Harry squinted his eyes. I know he’s waiting for me to get angry, and for me to throw a fit. He’s waiting for me to blame him. To put all of this on him as if he wrote those tweets himself because that’s how I used to treat this stuff. I brought my hand to the back of my neck and shook my head.
“It’s not her’s, nor is it your fault those tweets were written,” I said. Harry scoffed, telling me I was right, “It just makes me upset that people could think those things about her... and you.” Harry shrugged.
“That’s been our lives, Liam,” He explained, “Every person we’re seen with, every place we go, everything we say. All of it is always twisted, always pulled out of proportion. Everything everyone knows about us is not even half true.”
“Yeah,” I bobbed my head.
“Don’t let teenagers on twitter affect you or your life. You’ve come so far with your sister and you know her heart. You know who she’s been with and where she’s been. Right?” He schooled me.
“Right,” I answered.
“Right!” He exclaimed, “I kissed your sister, but I swear I won’t do it again nor will I lay a finger on her until I know you’re going to be okay.” He stated looking me straight in the eye. I could see the heat in his face, the passion behind his words. He spoke from his heart, he always has. With everything in me I trusted him. He’s stuck with us for so long, and he keeps coming back. He comes back to see her. He came back to help me take care of her on multiple occasions. Looking at our past it was clear his heart was always there at the frontline. He was just about to leave me and I stopped him in his tracks.
“Harry,” I said, lifting a hand to make him pause. He sat back down and waited. Folding my hands together I held them on top of my forehead, “I think... you need to...” Harry shook his head and shot me a crazy look.
“What?” He asked in a funny voice.
“I think you need to let it happen,” I said looking him in the eyes. He stared back at me in shock, and I could tell he had a smile in there somewhere.
“Really?” He whispered, not making a move.
“Yes,” I answered swiftly ignoring the darker side of my mind, “It’s clear you’re both... in love.” I thought of another word to use but there wasn’t one.
“She is?” He was still whispering and had barely moved.
“Oh, she hasn’t said anything?” I questioned, but smirked, knowing what I just did.
“No, neither of us said anything.”
I ran a hand under my chin and nodded.
“Interesting,” I said mysteriously. Harry still sat there frozen staring at me, “Harold, get it together.” I laughed, clapping my hands together. He didn’t move but his smile grew larger and larger.
“Thanks Liam,” He said, and with that he left the room and started down the hall to his room. He and Elizabeth both turn left at the end of the hallway to get to their rooms, and I’m the only one who makes a right. Letting that information marinate in my brain for a moment, it actually didn’t bother me as much as I thought it was going to. He got to the end and I’m pretty sure I watched him fist bump himself a ‘hell yeah’ as he turned the corner. I found my phone and held it up to unlock it. I quickly swiped out of twitter and went into my messages where I had two waiting for me from Kens.
K-Evening! It seems as though our girl has had a lovely day. I’d like to call you tomorrow for you and I to chat a bit about it.
K- Elizabeth told me you were okay with a call. I’ll be in touch tomorrow!
I didn’t bother to explain why I hadn’t answered, she knew I was home with Elizabeth and Harry. I sent her a thumbs up, locked my phone and started for my bedroom. Glancing to my left when I got to the end of the hallway, Harry's door was shut but my sisters was open. She always left her door open at night. I stepped to it quietly and peeked my head in. Instead of curling up into a ball like she usually did, she had both her hands over her head and she was laying on her back with her knees tucked in. She looked insanely at peace. I blew her a kiss and went to bed.
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When I ever I doubt Jonsa is endgame, I just remembers Jonsa is based off a Redheaded princess and her bastard king 3rd cousin
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"La vida de un caballero" Reflexión de MELIODAS FOLLOW 👉@juanpeke777 #meliodas #helizabeth (en Pampa Del Indio, Chaco, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSvySJYjFvKbL53GbEDHl0wgSCVjszoo3QvHts0/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Dra.Helizabeth
En un universo paralelo al nuestro, después de la peste negra, esas mascaras tan peculiares que usaron los doctores en esa epidemia se volvieron por norma el uniforme general de dicho oficio.En la actualidad corre el año 2246, se les a implementado tecnología a las mascaras mostrando el ritmo cardíaco, rayos x, y demás cosas útiles que anterior mente se necesitarían varios estudios para ello, todas las mascaras tienen implementada una IA. que se asegura ayudar y mantener a salvo a su portador en dichas situaciones.
Cada mascara puede ser personalizada como el doctor lo desee pero solo hay una que aunque su diseño es algo "antiguo" es la mas avanzada tecnológicamente hablando, permitiendo que los ojos de la mascara haga las mismas expreciones que su portadora( entre otras funciones mas que luego explicare) esta mascara pertenece a la Doctora Helizabeth Pare
bueno aquí un poco de historia del universo de mi nueva oc, espero les guste ^^
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INK - Helizabeth Hunter, RECENSIONE
Titolo : INK Sottotitolo: Una storia d'amore tra la Settima e la Main Autore : Helizabeth Hunter Casa Editrice : Hope Edizioni
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INK – Helizabeth Hunter
Salve readers, oggi cambiamo un pochino genere, mettiamo da parte le violenze, i sotterfugi e le meschinità per avventurarci in una storia d’amore dolcissima:
Ink.Una storia d’amore tra la Settima e la Main di Helizabeth Hunter è una storia romantica, scritta sapientemente, che rende chiaro il tormento interiore dei protagonisti, ma da loro molto più spazio per i sentimenti che per le elucubrazioni.
Emmie, ha ventisette anni e lavora a San Francisco in una libreria, finché la nonna che l’ha cresciuta e ha fatto sbocciare in lei l’amore per i libri, muore, lasciandole la libreria di famiglia e l’intero stabile.
Emmie è una ragazza meticolosa, abituata a ponderare le sue decisioni, ad agire in modo “sicuro”, ma il ritorno a Metlin ha smosso qualcosa in lei e per la prima volta fa qualcosa di avventato, decide d’impulso e cambia completamente rotta alla sua vita.
“Si grattò la testa.-E’ da un po’ che non faccio altro che leggere riviste specialistiche. Quando ero un ragazzino,vivevo in campagna, quindi non c’era molto da fare,a parte leggere.- Tamburellò le dita sul testo che teneva in mano.
–Sai, niente mi ha intrigato come questo libro. Dimenticavo anche di mangiare quando leggevo. Restavo sveglio tutta la notte…-
-Ti trovavi in un altro mondo- commentò Emmie. – Non potevi dire di no a un’avventura simile.- Ox le sorrise- .Esattamente.-”
Ox, abile tatuatore col fisico del cowboy, è stufo dell’atteggiamento di Ginger, non ne può più, ma ogni volta che cerca di andarsene lei fa una scenata e lui alla fine resta, fino alla classica goccia che fa traboccare il vaso.
In quel frangente conosce Emmie, fra loro la chimica è immediata, ma decidono di non farci caso, accordandosi invece per lavorare insieme senza alcun coinvolgimento personale fra loro.
Inutile dire che la cosa risulta piuttosto difficile per entrambi da subito, ma sono decisi a mantenere quell’accordo per paura di mandare tutto all’aria.
“-Nessuno ha provato a toccarmi la schiena. Sono stati bravi.-
-Mi fa piacere, perché non mi va di spezzare le dita a nessuno.-Emmie spalancò gli occhi. –Sarebbe un esagerazione.-
-Sul serio?- Le fece scivolare la mano attorno alla vita e dietro la schiena, sfiorandole con le dita la spina dorsale. –Mi permetto di dissentire.- Riusciva a percepire il calore sprigionarsi dal suo corpo e sentiva il suo tocco bollente sulla pelle. –Ox, cosa stai facendo?- Gli mise la mano sul petto. –Hai detto…-
-Voglio davvero baciarti in questo momento- le disse. –E so che non dovrei.-Restò a bocca aperta, ma non trovò le parole per rispondere. Ho appena detto…?-Quella bocca non aiuta.- Si avvicinò, le loro labbra a un soffio di distanza.”
Dal canto suo, Ginger non riesce ad accettare così di buon grado l’abbandono di Ox e cerca di minare il suo rapporto con Emmie facendo basse insinuazioni.
Lo stile della Hunter mi ha conquistato subito pur essendo una storia senza particolari colpi di scena, Ink: una storia d’amore tra la Settima e la Main, scorre velocemente, si legge tutta d’un fiato perché la scrittura è pulita, dettagliata e attuale.
Dopo un certo numero di libri dalle tematiche forti, la meravigliosa semplicità di Ink:una storia d’amore tra la Settima e la Main è stata come un sorso d’acqua fresca in una giornata afosa, piacevole e corroborante.
“Togli la garza e scoprilo.»
«Ox, spero davvero che tu non l’abbia fatto.» Emmie avanzò di un passo e cominciò a staccargli la fasciatura.
Il silenzio regnava sovrano nel negozio. L’unico suono proveniva dalla telenovela.
Levò la garza, ma sotto non c’era il suo nome. Tra i tatuaggi in nero e grigio sul petto di Ox, vide una farfalla appoggiata sull’àncora sopra il suo cuore.
Il tratto era delicato e deciso, e le ali erano dello stesso rosso vivido che Spider aveva usato sulla sua schiena.”
La paura di Ox di lasciare sole le donne della sua famiglia, la paura dell’abbandono di Emmie, gli equivoci e le piccole incomprensioni, li faranno litigare, li faranno allontanare, ma li porteranno inesorabilmente l’uno nelle braccia dell’altra.
Quindi se amate le storie romantiche dovete assolutamente leggere questa.
buona lettura, Jenny.
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Emmie Elliot non aveva in programma di rimettere piede a Metlin, in California, e di sicuro non pensava di restarci.
Era tornata nella sua città natale con una missione: vendere l’edificio che ospitava la libreria di sua nonna, prima di andare avanti con la sua vita.
Tuttavia, le cose non vanno sempre secondo i piani e, quando Emmie cambia idea, decidendo di riaprire il negozio, serve qualcosa che attiri l’attenzione. Lei ha bisogno di una strategia e di… Ox?
Miles Oxford non è il tipo a cui piacciono le proprietarie di librerie dal carattere riservato. È un tatuatore senza un negozio in cui lavorare e l’ultima cosa che desidera, dopo la fine di una relazione disastrosa, è frequentare qualcuna.
Per Ox non bisogna mai mischiare lavoro e piacere, ma, dato che non prova alcun interesse per quella ragazza carina che gli ha fatto una proposta d’affari audace, è sicuro che non si ritroverà in situazioni imbarazzanti e complicate... giusto?
Lei “vende inchiostro”. Lui lo usa per tatuare. Insolito?
Sì. Tuttavia, una libreria/negozio di tatuaggi potrebbe essere il biglietto vincente per arrivare a ottenere quel successo che entrambi desiderano.
A condizione che ci si concentri sugli affari.
Soltanto sugli affari.
INK – Helizabeth Hunter
Buona lettura, jenny.
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→ Amber H. Evans.
· Edad: 29 años.
· Fecha de nacimiento: 3 de agosto, 1995.
· Ocupación: Multifunción en Morgan S.A.
· Biografía:
Hija de Helizabeth y Thomas Evans, una pareja que ya llevaba sus buenos años juntos cuando nací y que depositó en mí todo el amor que podían. De buenas notas, tardes ocupadas y vacaciones en la playa se basaba mi día a día en la infancia. Lo de la playa, lamentablemente, sólo en verano. Tomé clase de pintura, cerámica, arcilla, y un par de cosas más en la adolescencia; todos esos conocimientos a día de hoy sólo los utilizo en mi tiempo libre, el cual tampoco es mucho. No destaqué jamás en ningún deporte pero al menos puedo defenderme si de hacer jarrones se trata. Nunca se me dieron bien las relaciones, y tampoco es algo que me quite el sueño. La soledad no es algo que me preocupe ahora y dudo que me preocupe en el futuro, aunque decir que estoy sola sería injusto. Injusto para ella. Mi mejor y única mejor amiga, Emily Morgan. Sé que la conocí cuando era muy chica gracias a que nuestros padres trabajaban juntos y compartimos muchísimas cosas desde entonces, entre ellas, el día en que nuestros padres sufrieron un accidente y nos dejaron a merced del mundo. Es todo lo que puedo decir del tema. Desde ese día sólo tengo a Em, que es como mi hermana, y por qué no, a Jacob, aunque sea más como un hermanastro que un hermano. Su familia, en su momento, me dió no sólo un segundo hogar sino también un trabajo en su empresa que es a lo que me dedico hoy, importación y exportación de telas.
Y ya, eso es todo, los demás son datos irrelevantes como que no puedo existir sin pisar al menos dos veces al año la playa, me como las uñas, mi casa siempre huele a vainilla y puede que necesite algo de alcohol para desestresarme y divertirme a veces. Aunque lo único indispensable que la gente debería saber de mí es que adoro el chocolate con menta.
· FC: Dakota Fanning.
· Twitter: seapexrl_.
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Fandom Meme!!!
Tagged: Technically not... whoops!
10 favorite Characters from 10 different fandoms:
Leonard McCoy -Star Trek (so far in this trash can it’s not even funny)
Mark Muir - Titanic: Blood & Steel
John Kennex - Almost Human
Jane Bennet -Jane Austen
Jenny Lee -Call the Midwife
Damon Salvatore -The Vampire Diaries
Ross -Friends (He is my spirit animal)
Elijah Mikaelsson -The Originals
Sirius Black -Harry Potter
Captain America - Marvel
Top 5 Ships:
McKirk (AOS & TOS Stark Trek)
Benkaru (AOS Star Trek)
Delena (The Vampire Diaries)
Helizabeth (Madam Secretary) *totally made up the ship name*
Thomas Rhett x His Wife (Have you seen the “Die a Happy Man” music video? End of discussion! Good day!)
Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! It’s so much fun!
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I is practisin cos I as been hinvited to Queen Helizabeths ouse for tea.😎 I is nervous😱 Harise Sir Chester😊👑 She is hexcited to meets me😊😎 (at Dog Palace)
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I was tagged a long time ago and just now saw this
Rules: insert your answer to the questions below and tag at least 10 followers
TAGGED BY: Tamara (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!)
NAME: Sean
NICKNAME: Ginger, College Friends called me "Snap" and "Seeeen", Star Wars by my best friends since my initials are the same as Star Wars and we are all nerds. Ever nickname has been given to me by my friends and not once were they meant to make fun of me at all. Including "ginger".
BIRTHDAY: March 13, 1989 Yes I am older than a lot of you.
SEXUALITY: I like women.
HEIGHT: 6'1"
TIMEZONE: Eastern
WHAT TIME AND DATE IS IT HERE: It is currently 11:16PM 9/19/14
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP I GET AT NIGHT: 6-7 depending on if I work the next day.
THE LAST THING I GOOGLED WAS: Something about the continuaty in the X-Men movies. (Just watched Xmen Days of Future Past)
MY MOST USED PHRASE: Fuck, What the Fuck, Damn-it
FIRST WORD THAT COMES TO MIND: Boobies (sorry but it was the first thing) I think I just proved a point about guys always thinking about boobs. Oh well.
WHAT I LAST SAID TO A FAMILY MEMBER: a text to my brother saying "bring home my flash drive or I will punch you in the throat" HE FREAKING BORROWED MY FLASHDRIVES FOR SCHOOL AND NEVER GAVE THEM BACK. My brother is a turd.
ONE PLACE THAT MAKES ME HAPPY AND WHY: My Grandma Kelley's home. Because I have such great memories of my Grandpa at that house.
HOW MANY BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: Currently 2 but come Winter when it gets fucking cold as fuck I up it to 3.
FAVORITE BEVERAGES: COFFEE, COFFEEEEEEE, and Water
THE LAST MOVIE I WATCHED IN THE CINEMA: The most recent TMNT
THREE THINGS I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: My books, My movies, my notebook with a pen
SOMETHING I PLAN ON LEARNING: How to make it in the movie industry
A PIECE OF ADVICE FOR ALL MY FOLLOWERS: You should really check out the band Jimmy Eat World. They are truly a wonderful band and don't really get that much playing time on the radio. They have been around for years and I am sure all of you have heard the song "The Middle". Just listen to them and you will fall in love with music. The last 2 albums tell a story if you pay enough attention. They are the only band that I will pre-order an album. If you know me at all then you know how much I rock out to them.
YOU ALL HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG: Here You Me by Jimmy Eat World off the Bleed American album.
MY BLOGS: This. (keeping your answer because well it fits)
Blogs that I now tag should answer these questions.
Mericanlove
it-is-nuwanda
livingloser
Cori
Dallas
believersneverdie5
madhatties
cosmicbrownbear
bacon-dragon
helizabeth
imessedwithtexas
in-the-tardis-with-castiel
#in-the-tardis-with-castiel#imessedwithtexas#helizabeth#bacon-dragon#cosmicbrownbear#madhatties#believersneverdie5#austinnme7589#daldal3#livingloser#it-is-nuwanda#Mericanlove#manicregressive
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Did you want to murder me?
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au meme: liz at harry's 19th birthday party
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I wonder if Henry VIII tried to model his own marriages after the marriage of his parents. It has been reported that Henry deeply loved his mother, whom he referred to as one of the kindest, most beautiful women he'd ever known. All throughout his life, he would make mention of his beloved mother and sometimes be moved to tears over his sadness of her passing. Perhaps, in Henry's mind, his mother was the ideal bride, and that it why he was never content in his own marriages!
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