askrylynn replied to your post “Are you watching American Horror Story this season?”
Was that a no? This season's pretty boring, so that's a good choice.
I believe I specifically noted my hatred for all things horror, and the reliance on cheap scares over any real entertainment, but I fail to see how a show that contains the combined talents of Jessica Lange, Angela Bassett, Kathy Bates and Sarah Paulson could produce anything sort of small screen brilliance. They may have made the misguided, and frankly bizarre, decision to tie themselves to such a psychologically scarring genre but, ignoring the horrors of clown murderers, I would imagine every episode brings a thrilling masterclass in how to be a truly iconic actress.
askrylynn replied to your post “The most important day of my entire life is finally here!”
I'm sorry that I can't be there with school and everything, but good luck!
While I am once again confused over how anyone could choose their education over my very first moment in a spotlight powered by an actual Broadway technician, rather than the spotlight constantly pointing at me that is powered by my own star power, I suppose I can accept your meagre support as not everyone can fully understand the absolute importance of cast changes, and the arrival of the Great White Way's next diva.
Where: A large old book shop in London, holds a Cafe on the third floor.
Notes: Kitty tries to express herself and Ryder is his quirky, awesome self?
KITTY WILDE:
Kitty had decided to walk to the bookstore from another shop, wanting to clear her mind in the fresh air before meeting Ryder who had insisted it was fine due to the cafe having hot chocolate on the list of beverages. Letting her head roll back, so that her soft, and gently curled, blonde hair could fall down her back. It had been recently cut to just past her shoulders and still held a type of resistance to her curling charms, but her strong locks eventually became perfect. The tips of hair gently slapped the leather of her jacket, that was covering a simple white t-shirt, as she walked. Sucking in a breath of the cooling air, she let her eyes take in the silver of certain clouds that were lacing into the fluffy white ones of summer. Sarcastically she thought of how pathetic fallacy was in play, but that idea dispersed when she realized that she was meeting a real person. For a real conversation. With a little grunt, she let her head focus back on what was in front of her.
As soon as Kitty entered the old shop, she felt better, the familiar smell greeting her along with a smile from a woman who has began to learn her name when she was a little child, picking out books. There was dust in areas, a few cats scurrying around, but it added to the charm and so she slipped past the counter towards the stairs with ease. On her way she gave the fire place a worried glance. Part of her had that doubt, gnawing in her, that Ryder wouldn’t turn up and she would be left alone to brew over everything that happened. It didn’t take her too long to reach the third floor and finding it polite to wait before ordering she looked for a both. She found a small corner one that had a solitary book left on its surface. Sliding in, she rested herself back against the worn red leather and opened the unmarked item. Quickly glancing through the first page nade er realize it was on old wizard folk tales.
askrylynn replied to your post:Where is the best place to take a family vacation?
You’re dying? What happened? Can I help?
As chivalrous as your offer is, Ryder, I doubt you can make the arduous and lengthy journey from Lima to New York in time to save me from my fated death by arachnid. I suggest you use your time to comfort Sugar instead as she recovers from the tragic loss of her mentor, inspiration and bedazzle guide.
askrylynn replied to your post:Shalom, fans and followers!
Wow, Rachel. This is really long. It’s going to take me a while to get through it, but I’m going to. I’m also going to count it as a book that I’ve read when I’m done.
I would rather not once again be pushed to defend myself over my ability to construct more than a few lines for my posts. I will simply remind you that blogs began as means to update people and discuss things, and often blog entries ran far longer than the mere 947 words I typed last night. I do, however, appreciate your efforts to actually read and note what I say instead of commenting on the length. I look forward to hearing your thoughts and views once you do.
Era estranho estar de volta ao McKinley, de certo modo era bom, mas também aterrorizante. Sem o uniforme das Cheerios e sem os colegas do Glee Club, Marley se sentia uma completa estranha, ou talvez fosse o fato de que ainda não havia sido matriculada na escola. Ela nem mesmo sabia por que havia ido lá — certo, talvez ela soubesse o quem que era responsável por ela estar ali. A morena queria vê-lo, mesmo que ela não fosse voltar mais ao McKinley. Ela passara o dia inteiro na escola, mas sem falar com ninguém — somente as moças da cozinha — nem assistir nenhuma das aulas. Assistira ao treino de futebol americano e das Cheerios da arquibancada mais distante e quando percebera que parte do time de futebol já havia ido embora, exceto aquele que ela desejava ver, ela decidiu se arriscar ainda mais, entrando escondida no vestiário masculino.
Dar as boas vindas aos novatos não era algo que Sebastian fazia, no entanto, o novato era seu colega de quarto e que tipo de pessoa ele seria se não o fizesse? Afinal, por mais que desgostasse fazer coisas assim, ele ainda era educado o suficiente e sabia ser gentil quando queria. Além do mais, ele vira certo... Potencial em seu colega de quarto e não iria querer causar uma má impressão no primeiro dia dele. Seb não era esse tipo de cara, embora muitas vezes parecesse por não dar a mínima para nada nem ninguém. — Vamos, Ryder, por aqui. — Ele disse apontando para o caminho que os dois deveriam seguir.
Marley estava começando a sentir as pernas fraquejarem, não sabia há quanto tempo o treino das Cheerios já estava ocorrendo, mas ela não iria aguentar por muito mais tempo. Ouviu a treinadora falar algo totalmente sem sentindo, comparando os movimentos das garotas com algo que ela própria fazia, mas após algumas semanas na torcida, a morena já havia se acostumado com aquilo. Após o que lhe pareceu uma eternidade, Sue deu-lhes uma pausa, o que era quase inédito ali. Marley pegou sua garrafa d'água e juntou-se a Brittany, conversando com a loira. Ela vinha evitando Kitty, Bianca, Celeste e Lia já fazia alguns dias, era bem desagradável tê-las que ouvir falando de Ryder de modo tão pervertido e ela não poder dizer nada — porque afinal de contas, eles ainda não estavam juntos oficialmente, mesmo que para Marley sim.
Mas era assim que o colegial era. Somente rótulos e mais rótulos importavam. Isso era uma merda, porém era a realidade. Afinal, essa havia sido uma das razões para que Marley estivesse agora na torcida, não era? O desejo de não ser invisível nos corredores, de ter seu lugar no McKinley... E principalmente, de não ser mais a garota que todos tiravam onda por ser a filha da merendeira. Claro que Marley ama sua mãe, mas desde os seis anos ela sofria bullying por conta da mesma, e nunca tinha mesmo se importado até que as coisas ficaram tão graves ao ponto que ela deixava de ir para a escola. Agora, sendo uma das populares, Marley não sofria bullying, e a melhor parte disso era que ninguém mais se atrevia a falar qualquer coisa maldosa para sua mãe.
