Enid: This is so depressing
Rebecca: What?
Enid: Just how everything is all the same no matter where you go…
Rebecca: Can’t you at least be depressed about me…
Enid: Look, I can’t say you couldn’t come with me…I just feel weird about it…you can still come…
Rebecca: Oh yeah, you really want me to….
Enid: What? I Do!
Rebecca: Well maybe I don’t! I don’t want to go anywhere or do anything…I just want it to be like it was in high school!
Enid: I guess that’s the problem….I feel like i want to become a totally different person…
Rebecca: I don’t get what that has to do with me…
Enid: It has Everything to do with you…you remember every little detail I wish I could forget…
Enid: Before I was going to college, my secret plan was to one day not tell anybody and just get on some bus to some random city and just move there and become this totally differnt person…
rebecca: then what?
Enid: …and not come back until I had totally become this new person …. I use to think about it all the time….
Rebecca: I don’t get it
Enid: that’s because you don’t utterly loath yourself…
Author: nejem
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Angst
Word count: 1,237
Summary: From the kink!meme prompt:
Old!Sherlock is diagnosed with dementia. As his memory loss progresses, he writes little reminders and puts them up everywhere—reminders on pretty…
Title: Shine Like the Sun (1/3)
Author: kyliselle
Summary: Prompt-fill. An accident leaves Spock with amnesia. His last memory is bringing a cadet up on charges for cheating on the Kobayashi Maru - a cadet who, to his disgust, is now his bondmate.
Notes: This fic is both heartbreaking and breath taking. I can’t even process how much I love this fic….their relationship and then *flails*Don’t get me wrong, this fic does punch you in the gut, but it makes up for it. READ IT INTERNET!!!! READ IT!!!
Spock stood outside Starfleet Academy, watching the gentle waves in the gray water of the Bay. Behind him, cadets swarmed the Academy grounds in their scarlet uniforms. They gave him a wide berth, their sea of red ending a respectful distance away from the tall figure in instructor black.
He was far too disciplined to shiver in the cool breeze, but internally he acknowledged that San Francisco would never feel warm enough. Although the day would pass for “sunny” by the standards of the city, the feeble rays of Earth’s star paled in comparison to the fiery blaze of Vulcan’s sun. He did not regret choosing Starfleet over the Vulcan Science Academy. But his beloved desert sun had been the price he’d had to pay for this self-imposed exile from Vulcan’s warmth.
Everyone is posting pictures from their sketchbooks, and they are filled with wonderful completed drawings….
My sketchbook is full of figure studies….pen and pencil sketches….It looks immature in comparison.
After The Parting of Ways, things were never the same…….
Got my RISD Sketch book today. I am excited and scared shitless at the same time. While I want to draw in it, the knowledge that it will eventually be on display somewhere makes me second guess anything I draw.
So does Sam Winchester, and he started the bloody Apocalypse.
Stop Bitching.
(via mermaidsongs)
