#tchastarter

[beautybutabibliophile-blog]

In exchange for feeling so anxious, she had been drinking tea like it was about to go out of style. It had become such a common occurrence for Belle to have a mug of tea in her hands that earlier in the week a nurse had stopped to check on her because she was seen without one. After her morning walk out in the gardens, Belle made her way into the kitchen where she put a kettle of water on the stove for a cup, and leaned against the counter as the water began to boil, reading a worn out copy of Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.

[feliciarider]

“Aliens are real, motherfucker.” Felicia shouted from the kitchen with a bowl on her head as she tried to manipulate some tin foil in her hand. See, things had gotten boring around the asylum and Felicia was tired of the monotonous dreary days that passed slowly. “I’m going to communicate with them or be committed to a more interesting hospital. Either way, I’d be happy.”

[lovebeauty-aphrodite-blog]

“I suspect that low-carb diets work not because they are healthier, but because without carbs i simply lose the will to eat.”

[prettyasamagnolia-blog]

“Okay, this ... this is definitely not the way to the kitchen.” Lottie grumbled, frustrated, as she still struggled to navigate her way through the building. “All I wanted was a cup of -- hey!” She was cut off mid-sentence when someone bumped into her, nearly knocking her back into the wall. “Would you watch where you’re goin’?!”

[alovelyheartbeat-blog]

Jane stood beside the Keurig in the patient kitchen, tapping her pen against the countertop as she waited for the sluggish machine to brew her third (fourth?) cup of coffee. She had just taken her boards and found it rather difficult to get any sleep since then, so she threw herself into her work; reviewing cases, taking on new patients, anything to keep her mind off of that phone call she was expecting. The girl must have nodded off as she waited because as soon as somebody entered the kitchen, she shot up straight, blinking several times to look as though she’d been awake. “Hm? Oh, sorry, am I hogging the machine?”

[lookimadeabridge-blog]

Vinny stood in the middle of his room, breathing heavily and looking around at the mess he'd just made in an impulsive rage. He'd been keeping busy trying to help Vanellope get her things sorted, especially her finances, after she'd found out who her parents were. It was easy for him because his family was filthy rich and he knew how to manage finances and had helped with the management of the flower shop before, too. After everything that had happened a few months back and the way he'd lost control after, he just felt lost and like he didn't even know who he was anymore. He wanted to escape, but he knew that nowhere he went would help him escape from who he was. He sighed and sat down on the end of his bed. "Where do I even go from here?" He asked to no one in particular, but he looked up at the ceiling as he spoke.

[prettylittle-persephone-blog]

Seph laid on the couch in the rec room, buried beneath a thick blanket she’d brought out from her room. In spite of the sweltering heat and suffocating humidity, the redhead was freezing -- something she attributed to her delicate state. Grumbling to herself, she flicked through the channels aimlessly, more to keep her hands busy than to actually find something entertaining to occupy her time.

[hey-cactusbutt-blog]

“Holy shit, what?” Banzai had fallen asleep in a chair in the rec room, the sound of someone moving around waking him up, “Huh...oh, hi,”