ramble one

Do you know what I hate? Children screaming. I don't mean 'omg I'm being kidnapped and I scraped my knee' sort of screaming. I mean 'Sup, I'm screaming for the hell of it' screaming. It's like the frequency of it is trained to make my spine cringe. ><

i might as well ...

I FEEL IT ALL

THE WINGS ARE WIDE
WILD CARD INSIDE , WILD CARD INSIDE
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There was no denying the intoxicating feeling of Caelen's fingers brushing against her, his hands running through her hair, and his body well against her own. Even so, this was nothing compared to the pressure laid against her flesh as yet more skin was exposed and he took hold, his fingers dragging against the taught canvas and nails etching lines of scarlet across her back. He returned her kiss, full and wanton, no longer holding back for whoever knew what God forsaken purpose, and finally, finally, he let himself go, and gave into the exacerbating pleasure that came before the fall. His fingers swept over her, his palms hot, as if there would never be enough time to cover every inch, every molecule, and Aife gasped against his lips, her head light and dizzy, eyes squeezing shut then bursting open in surprise again and again.

Aife trembled, from head to toe, her blood convulsing within her, and she ran her hands heavily over the vampire's form, grasping here and there, enjoying the feeling of his flesh gathered beneath her own. It was all she could do to not tear him to bits, beneath her attentions, and though he was quite possibly harder with her than he needed to be, she enjoyed it all the more. There was something about lacking the reservation to take care that left her delighted and nervous, as if there were no cares in the world and all they had to do was find the greatest pleasure they could. Her lips battled against his own, tongues swirling and clashing, frenzied, and she gripped his jaw to keep him closer. It was then that she lost any sense of modesty and control and she cried against his lips, the sound airy and echoing.

Caelen's hand left her neck, and it slid against her side, down and over the curve of her hip. In one swift motion, he hefted her onto his hips, and Aife found herself face to face with him. Her fingers laced through his flaxen curls and grasped hold, and then they were moving at a speed that in humanity would have left her dizzy and incapable of further movement. But now she was clinging to him, her legs tightening about him and lips still surging relentlessly. She heard the screech of wood against polished stone, and her back met the tough fabric of an overstuffed couch. Fingers fled from her legs to her hips, gripping tightly to her blazing flesh, and rough denim wore against her thighs as she continued to grip with her legs.

For one second, Aife's mind paused to caution her on the falcuty of reticence and innocence, but she was too frantic and lascivious to dwell very long. Instead she pulled on Caelen, her lips wide against his, futile and pressing. Her hands roamed over him, tearing at the cloth of his shirt; pops resounded and her fingers pulled away at it till they could glide along him, finding purchase at the soft curve of his waist. Lips leaving his, she kissed along the line of his jaw, over the hot bare flesh of his neck and pursed against the furrow of his collar bone. The more his hands played along her flesh, gripping and stroking, the less of the silken cloth she could feel, and she arched against him, breathing hard, her hands pulling him to her and begging, absolutely begging.

bella lynne fletcher

bella lynne fletcher,
ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES

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IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
bella lynne fletcher
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
no
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
I hail from the lovely city of Boston, Massachusetts, home of the Sox, Harvard, and Faneuil Hall.
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
English, Czech, and French.
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
14 August, 1990
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
nineteen
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Eh, depends on my mood ... and whatever I wanna do. You know, try to stay pure and all that ... o.O
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Well usually I lean for guys ... but you might find a girl in the mix every now and then.
WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?
Junior.
WHAT DO YOU OR PLAN ON MAJORING? Dancing, ballet especially, but with a bad ass twist : D
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Darla Baker : ) Damn, she's hot ...

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHO INSPIRES YOU THE MOST?
Might sound crazy ... but Evgeny Plushenko.
WHY DO THEY INSPIRE YOU
I know he's a figure skater and all, but that's still dancing! He's just so fast ... and his foot work *throws up hands* well now, that's just phenomenal. Such amazing moves, and really graceful and just ... ugh. Ever since the 02 Olympics, I've been in love, even if he did botch that quad triple ... Still, I love his style, it's so bad ass, and it's a lot like how I would love for my own to be. I just have to push myself harder ... even if I do have commitment issues.
WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE SUPERHERO?
Poison Ivy ... wait. She's a super hero, isn't she? I mean, she's nice to Batman. Most of the time ... sometimes ...
WHY ARE THEY YOUR FAVORITE?
She's gorgeous and bad ass, has great hair, and gets to wear clothes that show off her figure. Oh and she's really good with science too ... yeah, that.
WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
I love to dance, though my parents don't think it's the best career choice. Eh, they have my sister though, the Harvard genius girl - so I get to go where I want. Second kid and all that. I love impossible routines, ones that are fast and are difficult to learn. When I perfect a ridiculously hard routine, I feel so wonderful - it's the best feeling in the world. I don't have time for that slow stuff ... I like hard beats and fast music, music that swells and makes you dizzy on your feet.

Boys are pretty interesting. Mitchell is sexy. He's probably my latest challenge. Some girls too ... but I'm picky there. In general, people who are artistic are the best, which is a definitely plus regarding this school. They're everywhere. Relationships seem pretty cool, but only from afar - I tend to botch those pretty easily. I love clothes - really fantastic bits that are sort of over the top, but classic and beautiful all the same. I'm not gonna lie either - I love my skin. It's dusky and pale at the same time, and I love my bones and shoulders. They poke out a bit amongst the muscle and flesh, really curvy and defined lines ...

I love being lost. I love not knowing quite where I'm going, but I love the journey - it's exhilarating. I wouldn't mind being lost with Mitchell. I lovvvve drinks. Not drinking - well I like that too. But drinks. I think it would be great to be a bar tender o.O Hmmm I just like hanging out. I don't know, it doesn't really matter what we're doing ... unless I'm really hyper and want to go out but we're sitting around playing gay ass board games ... then I'm a bit antsy. I tend to have a thing for taboos too. If it's bad, I will almost always like it. *laughs* Except like, smoking ... I don't know why, I've never really caught onto that ... Otherwise yeah. I dunno. I tend to get a lot of people in trouble, and I'm not sure why. I mean, come on, weren't grown ups kids once too? Give it a rest ... it's not even like I do anything bad ... *cue halo*

WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
I hate, I hate, I HATE schedules. Omg. When I want to do something, I want to do it - I don't like to plan ahead of time. I also hate people who push others. Like, dude, if someone doesn't want to do something, don't make them, geez. There are a lot of those fuckers out there. I hate hair spray. I REFUSE to use it, it is the fucking devil. I hate mush. Yuck, it's terrible. All that mushy love stuff - there's no need for that, I blame you for global warming. *nods*
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
Dullness. I abhor dullness. I am constantly terrified that I will have a dull life - whenever, not just now, but in future as well. That's pretty much why I 'act out' so much and all that. I just don't want to be stagnant, you know?
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
I want to travel. I don't want a boring life. Sure, sometimes I might want a vacation, but for the most part I want to be always going. I don't know about family or husbands or whatever ... I'll deal with those when I get to them. I want to keep dancing, I think. But all in all, I want to have excitement at every turn - is that too much to ask for?
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
Uh, I'm perfect, der. ... No seriously though. Ugh. I can't keep a relationship to save my life ... I hate school work and am sooo bad at doing it. Definitely not one of those excellent procrastinators either. I'm pretty moody, and I change my mind all the time (probably one drop in the bucket for why I am not good for relationships) ... Hmmm, what else. I'm stubborn. I do things quite literally till I drop and often find myself in bed (or someone's bed anyway) without knowing how I got there, which happens more often than not. I like confrontations but at the same time I don't like to get to the point where you're laying your feelings out. I'll walk out before it comes to that. I am terrible with commitment. I do okay for a little while then I move on to something else. Hmmm ... if I think of something else to add to the 'Bash Myself' list, I'll let you know.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
Hands. Holy fuck I love those spiny, long sort of hands ... they're just ... idk, they're mind blowing, beautiful. Clavicles too. Omg. The ones that are really clear and stand out make me orgasm on the spot, no lie. I can't keep my eyes off them. That guy Mitchell's something else ... great fodder for when it's late at night and no one's up ... erm, yeah ... and stuffs o.O I also love people who can do really difficult things and do them well. I like catching someone staring at me - it turns me on like nothing else. *tilts head* I like forward people. Not to say I don't like shy people, just ... when someone wants something and is ready and willing to go for it, no matter what, that's the cherry, baby. Shy people, though - I like to break down barriers. I'd like to break down Mitchell's barriers. It's exhilarating, when you finally get through to someone, and when they become comfortable with you when otherwise they most normally would be shaking in their boots. It's sexy, that bit of hesitancy that comes before a plunge, you can read it all on their face, through their gestures. I like seeing that.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
Ha. Idiots. People who say things without thinking. You know, bad things, common sense things. People who are going to hold me back. I don't like boring. I don't like consistency. I think if I did the same thing every day I'd kill myself.
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
Ha. The one time I ever saw my sister as anything other than the family angel, I went to visit her, check out Harvard and all that (my Dad's idea). We ended up staying out all night and going to see some friends of hers play on stage. It was smokey and wild and loud; we were closer that night than we've ever been, or will ever be again, I expect. It makes me feel better to know that she's not perfect - she's playing the game better than any of us. I'll never forget it, seeing her scream along to the words and shake out her hair, all in a halter and knee high boots. Best night of my life, and not for any of the normal reasons. But, erm ... don't tell anyone I said that. I hate her ... she's too perfect, it's gross - you hear?
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
Ugh. I got in trouble in high school, senior year. It was bad this time. I was suspended for two weeks, and my parents wouldn't let me see my friends. I had to stay home every single day and do school work and chores. It was terrible - I didn't really get any better the rest of the year, but I learned to fly beneath the radar at least. Worst thing was, I got to where I felt like I couldn't breath. It was the same thing, every day. I'd never make that mistake again. How else do I try to keep myself out of jail?
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 10 YEARS?
Well, hopefully I've all ready fucked Mitchell. Oh, I mean dated. Maybe still dating but considering my past experience I wouldn't hold my breath. Also, I better've all ready traveled all over. Dancing, sure. I don't know if I'd dance for a troop though, or what. I don't like continuity, it's boring. I don't care much about being fabulously wealthy, though I would like to be living comfortably. Other than that, we'll see where the wind takes me, eh?
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
Erm. Well. I'm positively manic and I don't have much respect for personal space ... I love excitement and I love sex and I love being crazy and I love running around and ... yeah I don't know if there is much that I don't love. Anyway we've gone over all that. My favourite food changes depending on my mood, and I love beating people out for things, it makes me happy. I'm a ballerina, but I'm not very much into classical ballet. I mean, I love Bach and Mozart, but I play to the deep resounding beats more than the high notes. I am pretty tough in my own rights, but I tend to run away from things too. I can be sweet when I really want to be ... or just when I feel like it ... I'm not very bitchy and I don't do drama a lot, even though I like to let it out in screams every now and then. I don't really know what else to say ... I feel like I've said more than enough before now.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
Barbara Flaubert Fletcher. She's forty seven and is head of however many charity boards, historical societies and I don't know, whatever else she does. All I know is she's always the one to settle things between me and Dad, and she's the one thing that makes home bearable. And she sends me great clothes.
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
Aric Ambrose Fletcher, fifty two. He's some wanna be badass CEO who plays golf on the weekends and has about five lovers ... who knows. But he gives my mum everything she wants and free reign and all that, so she doesn't care all that much. It's not like she married him for love anyway.
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
Ha, no.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?
I have one sister. Amberlee Evelyn, and she graduated from Harvard. She's some ... history buff or something, I don't know. She plays the game so well I have to remind myself she isn't actually
my dad's minion.ANY OTHER RELATIVES I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
My uncle William is fun ... he travels all over and does exavations and stuff and is always bringing great gifts home, along with incredible stories about close calls and destruction and wild affairs ... which he saves for later, of course o.O
DO YOU HAVE A JOB?
HAHAHAHAHA. Oh, you're serious. Well ... I'm not against getting one ... o.O Keeping one's a different story, though.
WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
In the ... dorms, yeah lol.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
Ugh, seriously? Well, I was actually born in Prague in Czechoslovakia, when it was still Czechoslovakia lol. Then you know, schools and whatnot, the usual. I began dancing when I was three, which was pretty much hopping around in a pink tutu while my instructor ran after me trying to get me to join back in the line. I was probably five when I began to take it seriously. I don't know why, it just clicked. And then I couldn't be bothered with much else, except perfecting things and making sure I had every little step right. Then I got what my dad calls my 'rebelious streak', and I kind of just flip flopped between things. I managed to make it through school with pretty good grades, but there were a lot of strings pulled. Now I'm at CAA, and hopefully the rest is history.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMORROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!
NAME/ALIAS
Ashton
AGE
twenty two <3>GENDER
female, definitely.
EXPERIENCE
eh, a year and a half? on 5 jan, 2008, i created my first ever char on beauxbatons academy of magic <3>CONTACT INFO
aim - lalucediamore
msn - akwait86@live.com (used most currently)
TIME ZONE
eastern

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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okay, here is how it goes. this application letter is made by eunicegoesRAWR! @
caustion.2! lyrics are by gary jules and tears for fear. please so do not steal or claim it as yours.
i have a short temper and if i see it and see no credit or anything like that, i will have to hurt you, biatch!

O.o

How come school isn't as fun as I remembered it? Maybe it's that I don't see people - though I never really was one of those 'get to know your classmates' sort of people. I just did my work and talked to my friends and went through the day. All the normal stuff. I was really quiet though - a lot of people assumed I was a flipping genus because the only time I spoke was when I had the right answer, so however far into the semester they'd eventually ask me to be in their group or ask me what I thought about this or that. I hated that though. I loved assigned groups and partners. When the teacher said you could pick your own, I about had a panic attack. God forbid I get a group assignment online. Geez. I have no clue how that would turn out.

Btw ...
If you cook a Stouffer's lasagna in the oven, don't let it go too long - it gets mushy, and not a good kind of mushy mind you o.O

I saw something yesterday on the msn news dock about an eleven year old who was arrested because he was wearing a vest packed with explosives. Apparently, when questioned, he said he just wanted to kill non-Muslims. Dude. When I was eleven I was playing manhunt and soccer and looking at American Doll magazines. But seriously, they're thinking he's brainwashed or something. I mean, it's not intentional brainwashing, I'm sure - these people really believe these things, and they don't want their children to believe any differently from them. They aren't doing it from the removed perspective of trying to get someone to believe something for the hell of it, or so they can get their money. It's so sad though. He was said to have been traveling with a group of people and had the vest on - what kind of bastard would do that to a kid?

I hate bad days, when I just want to go flip at everyone I see and make people mad and all that, and the days where I want to just say, 'fuck everything'. They make me do things I wouldn't normally do, but they also make me care less about things and the people I do care about. And more often then not, I end up doing something I'll regret later, knowing that I'll regret it later, but I tell myself ' you have to do it now because you won't regret it now - you'll just regret it later, and you'll be weaker then. you have to do it when you're strong '. I thought I'd learned that lesson for the final time, but apparently not. To me, the lesson isn't that lesson when I'm in that situation - it just doesn't come to mind. And then, as I said, I find myself sitting there, regretting what I did and feeling bad about it, and thinking that I might just be able to undo it, but then things won't be the same anyway.

eye torture

I hate when I bake potatoes and it fills the apartment with that foggy kind of smoke >< not do this? It makes me not want to make baked potatoes ever again. At least unti I forget about the smokiness, and then make them again o.O

I also got a dress today, from target. It's a sleeveless, v neck, cotton dress, with some kind of gathering at the sides, or maybe the front ... idk it's a weird cut. But anyway, what makes it so freaking cool is that it was $6.75. Yes - you heard me right - SIX DOLLARS AND SEVENTY FIVE CENTS. That makes nearly any dress look good, but this was actually a cute night-out-on-the-town sort of dress. And it was under seven dollars. Gah, I love sales XDD So then I went to try it on - you know, surely this under-seven-dollars dress isn't going to fit, or look good on me, right? But it does! JACKPOT! Hahahaha thank the stars for sales, they make me so happy XDD

autobuddy

So I started graphic design school today. Woot AIO. Don't know who the mascot is, but whatever. I had to do an autobiography thingamabob. So here it is ...

Hello,

My name is Ashton, and I live in Greenville, South Carolina. I have been here collectively for about two years, but I am originally from Charleston, South Carolina. Both locations are beautiful and well known to many, even as they are different as night and day. I graduated from one of the major rival public schools in Charleston, where I worked hard for the best grades possible, and exceeded the mandatory inputs for class. I had teachers who encouraged me and helped me realize that I was good at things and that I was an intelligent and capable being. For the first time I looked forward to college and a career that would enable me to live well.

I was accepted to my top choice for colleges before I even graduated, but a week before I was set to leave home, my family found out that my mother had a matured form of cancer. Family has always been a first to me, so I stayed home to care for my six brothers and sisters, so that my parents would not have to deal with them on top of everything else. After about six months, it was decided I would go to a college nearer by, one that is half an hour from where I live now. While I was away, my mother grew worse, and passed away. I decided to drop out of college. Despite how well I had done in high school, I wasn't emotionally ready to continue my education.

Since then, I have found work in retail. In the first job, I was quickly promoted to Assistant Manager, and I found that I loved the idea of goals that must be met and even more, that I was good at it. After a time, I found work at an other shop that would pay more but keep me in the current position. At this place, I had more people to help organize and there were more obstacles that I had to overcome. I learned that I love directing people, having a certain weight on my shoulders, and being a problem solver, on top of having goals to meet and so forth. These are things that I hope to look forward to in any job, as they give me a sense of accomplishment and make me feel, along with the will to go beyond the basic duties and goals, that I am not dispensable.

I am enrolled in graphic design. There are many things that one can do with a degree in this field, and I am not all together sure what I would like to use it for. I do know that I love creating pieces, with the use of textures and colouring and photos and nearly anything else under the sun, that are more artistic than sensible. Even so, I am looking for a degree that will help me find a good job that will not only allow me to support myself and what family I may have, but also allow me to have a successful and fulfilling career.

In the mean time, I live with my boyfriend of three years, and spend a lot of time with his family. I belong to a few communities online, some of which I write on, and one whose sole purpose is to help you learn how to make graphics on photoshop. Besides writing, I like to knit and read, and I am trying to learn how to play the bass guitar. I also love many forms of music and video games. I am excited to back in school, and I wish everyone luck on this term, and the ones ahead!