#letter4

[parchmateshp]

Ladon,

Sorry to say that even if (when) I do end up in the hospital wing, you're still going to have to deal with me.

Yours,

Thorn

P.S. I was going to leave the letter at that for the mystery of it all, but my friend tells me there's a reason that I know almost nothing about you after two months of letters. Apparently, it's NOT because I'm oblivious to the world around me, which is a refreshing change. This time, it seems to be because I don't write enough in my letters.

"You and your parchmate should be much closer. You can only correspond a maximum of three times a day, so you must take advantage and give your partner more to work with. Maybe try some conversation games to get started."

Honestly. I think I know you plenty. For an anonymous being and all.

The point is, McGonagall will be introducing a new way to speak to each other next week because some people have been complaining about not being able to talk to their parchmates as frequently as they like. Soon, I'm going to be just a quill away. Surely you're bursting at the seams with excitement.

P.P.S. The only wizarding conversation game I know is SBA. So... SBA: The giant squid, a blast-ended skrewt, and a dementor. Choose wisely.

[abhasachit]

. . To my forever (in moments) #letter4 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ,𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 2 𝒂.𝒎. 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 . . . #lovenottochange #badassrebel #spirituallover #lovelettertounknownlover #pawanwritestofuturelover Dated - 31-05-20 https://www.instagram.com/p/CA17cyVDxXy/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thedragcnbrother]

Last One Letter. 2019: Dear Dad. Sorry it's been so long. I'm alive. It's been insane here. Sooo my power is hereditary. How do I know this? Having to change a diaper of someone able to fly or shake the house in a tantrum is some signs we've found. I am teaching them slowly. Yes them. I have two girls and a boy now. All having powers like we did. I'm now more afraid of them accidentally revealing themselves and them being found out. I'm happy they're like me. But afraid to that they will (1/2)

be forced in the same torturous facility that I had been. They are growing strong both in body and powers. Not as strong as mine thankfully but they can fly and lift stuff. If ever you find these letters. I should send this one to. You will find her and my kids. Say something only we would know.. she will know I hope if ever you find her before you find me. Knowing my luck, you're gone. Why am I still writing? Hope I guess. If you find them and I'm gone, protect them.-Love And- It Cuts Off (2/2)

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Tom read the last remaining letter; the feeling of humbled joy for his son, even if terribly nostalgic of a time and place he never got to participate in, suddenly started to drop into something else as Andrew continued to explain how he had to leave them behind. He mentioned a facility he had been in and torture, and Tom’s own memories of what that was like ripped a new anger vividly up through him.

It was one thing when it was him, but the idea that someone touched his son and would possibly harm his son’s children -- HIS grandchildren. The fact that he was telling him then in 2019 to use a code to his mate ... and it cut off.

At that, Tom flew up from the bed he had found himself sitting on as he had read the letters, and he desperately went to find the locater that Sebastian had found that showed whether or not Andrew was still alive. 

He found it in the drawer of his bedstand and breathed in relief so hard.

He was alive. Still moving but alive.

But were his kids? His mate?

There was no more fucking around. He was finding them and his Andrew NOW not later. He was finding his fucking family and saving them.

He quickly texted Sebastian: Drop everything you’re doing. We’re going to Washington.

[melissa-iliana-blog]

Letters to myself: Letter 4

I wanna rip my skin off. Slowly feel the tug. I feel terrible. I always feel fucken terrible now. This whole thing that's happening is honestly opening up a can of worms. Its no longer just about him and his absence. Its everything. I'm overthinking everything. Things I've been mentally and emotionally avoiding for ages now. This whole thing ended up being a whole Pandora box of fucken trouble. How can he not know that? Or maybe he does, he just doesn't care...im not sure. Id hate to think that was the case, but then again, everything about him lately comes as no surprise. I'm not sure I recognize him anymore. SINCE WHEN DOES HE LIKE BLONDES WITH CAKED ON MAKEUP. But whatever. I've been trying to take this day by day. Surrounding myself with people. But I seriously hate everyone. No one can tell me anything comforting, because I don't believe it. No one knows that I'm panicking inside. And no one knows how to control it, or control me. It makes normal activities very hard to do. And I'm trying...I really am. I have successfully made new social media accounts and got rid of all my old ones. Which is huge for me, given I couldn't even bring myself to block him. On anything. Sooo id consider that bold move on my part a very big victory. I'm not trying to suffer, people need to understand that. I'm not trying to drown myself in this. I'm actually trying to move past it. I love him, always will. He was my best friend. I think I'm more upset at that than anything. Him as a partner probably wasn't the best at times, but he WAS my best friend. My goofball. He was so open sometimes and silly, id never had a feeling like that with someone. To be so OPEN and RAW, and unapologetically honest. It was insane. Even till now I cant believe me and him got to that point. It was beautiful, something I hope, with time, will happen again...I wouldn't want it with anyone else. Well today is a decent day, aside from feeling like a fucken zombie. I've been trying to put myself out there artistically. A friend of mine has asked me if id be interested in being photographed. I'm honestly excited and very nervous. Its a female photographer/artist friend of mine, so it makes it a little easier. Plus, ill booze up for the extra courage. I'm going to need a lot of booze...

[robertofrance]

Por aquellas personas por las cuales trasnochamos #MyOwnWords #Letter4

[blakeashcroft]

Charlie,

So, I kind of forgot to reply to your last letter. Shit got really busy around here and I just didn’t have time, So, you know, I’m still alive, just busy. Things are sort of calmed down a little, though, so I guess better late than never with this huh? Hope things are still going alright where you’re at. Been a shit ton of garbage on the news with shit going on, so like. Hopefully you’re not dealing with any of it. Dunno how all that works, but. Yeah. Anyway, I guess you know, just hope you’re okay. And again, sorry it took me so long to get this out in the mail. Not a whole lot to update on, things are still shit here, so yeah. That’s it, I guess. 

- Blake

[transitar-se]

Você sabe que sempre fui mulher de fases, meio instável, meio multipolar. Eu sempre estava cansada ou triste ou animada, ou ainda, frustrada... Mas, no momento, eu sou o tédio em carne e osso. Essa rotina infeliz de acordar meio dia, comer uma mistura de café da manhã com almoço e ir trabalhar está tirando meu ânimo de viver e, pior, está me transformando numa pessoa tediosa. Acho que você não gostaria do que sou agora, não que isso importe mas o pensamento é inevitável. Você dizia que a pior coisa que pode acontecer a alguém é tornar-se uma pessoa tedioso, indiferente e desnecessária. Disse também que uma coisa estava ligada a outra e que tudo era como uma escada, que só desce, onde você começava tedioso, tornava-se indiferente e terminava sendo completamente desnecessário, um "desperdício de espaço", você diria. Acho que você me jogaria na lata de lixo. Eu sempre concordei com suas teorias e, mesmo assim, cheguei ao ponto de estar com o selo "lesma de qualidade" pregado na testa ao lado do selo de "trouxa" me sentindo mal pelo futuro amargo que me aguardava. Porém, Emanuel, eu não tô ligando mais para nada dessas merdas que você me falou. Você acreditava, sinceramente, que a vida é um caminho sem volta, que uma vez chato, sempre chato, uma vez gordo, sempre gordo, uma vez amor... E olha onde esse seu fatalismo te (nos) levou... Eu acredito, ou pelo menos tento, na versatilidade da vida, acredito que todos os caminhos são de mão dupla ou tem saída, acredito que se hoje sou tédio, amanhã serei mais do que isso. Serei vida, morte, não importa. Serei diferente. A vida é dinâmica. Para sempre, Estrela

Esther Lisboa

[masidhi]

Dear Love,

I'm sorry for yesterday. I know I decide about things too impulsively and I hurt you with my words at times. Forgive me and the fear I have for this growing feelings I have for you. Like I told you in that letter written in a coffee shop tissue, I think I'm better with words once I've written it down than saying it out loud.

I also want to thank you for understanding, for being the mature person in this relationship, for making me realize that my worries are relevant but impedes the happiness that we could have. I promised you I'll do my part and you have to believe me that I will.

You apologized after I did and you have no idea how relieved I am that you accepted it. I'm crazy and paranoid and I know it will be hard to deal with me at times but I hope you'll extend your patience, I hope you'll continue reassuring me of your love for me.

I'm in this now for the long run, no more hiding, no more trying to break things off. I'll be with you as long as you hold my hand.

Me