#serenity house

[realife-mermaid]

I bought this “Cinderella retelling during the Spanish influenza except the flu turns people into zombies” series like a full year ago and I’m finally reading it

And I always love Cinderella stories where a) Ella is friends with a servant and b) Ella is sort of friends with one of the stepsisters

I just like her having someone to lean on a bit, and I always like the idea that one of the sisters doesn’t like the way her mother treats Ella but never knows what to do about it so she just tries to be a little nicer. In real life abusive situations, you often do have one of the siblings that isn’t being abused realize something is wrong but is helpless to do anything, and the guilt and abuse that comes with Seeing someone mistreated and being unable to do anything is also a phenomenon I find interesting to read about. Plus like.

Give Cinderella Family Outside The Prince Dammit

[random-bookquotes]

"Don't be so daft. My favourites are Mary Shelley and Bram Stoker." Something flitted behind his eyes. "Why such dark authors?" "Because monsters are real. And in their words, I find a way forward."

A.W. Exley, Ella, The Slayer (Serenity House, #1)

[deadmotelsusa]

Aggie’s Motel in Port Angeles, Washington is now Serenity House, a homeless shelter.

[caymannewsservice]

September a time to focus on recovery

September a time to focus on recovery

Serenity House re-entry facility at Caribbean Haven Residential Centre (Photo by Raycat McLeod)

(CNS Local Life): The Department of Counselling Services (DCS) is observing Recovery Month during September.

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[allaboutmalcolm]

Home... [Self Para Mal]

“Malcolm Pitt, Dr. Holmes would like to see you.” it was a woman’s voice that rang clear through the air. It was one of those rare days, one where Malcolm was lounging around in the rec room, book in hand. It was curious to see the 16 year old boy with a book, but the nurse brushed it off, perhaps he had changed in his time here, she thought before he began to speak. “I’ll go later, I’m far too busy.” he huffed lowering his eyes back to the pages. She frowned. Over the years she had dealt with Malcolm’s horrible attitude and at first she took it personally, now she knew this was just how the boy acted. “Now Malcolm.” she repeated, this time with a more stern tone, blue eyes gazing at him. She held her breath, not sure if he would put up a fight or not. After a few heartbeats passed, he let out a long airy sigh and closed the book and lightly placed it on the table. 

He looked annoyed and glared at her as he walked by before letting his feet carry him towards the man’s office. Rounding the corner to his door, he saw a familiar face emerge from it. Payton. He halted where he was, expecting some sort of jab or snarky remark from her, but she stared down, tangled blonde hair brushing her cheeks. She walked passed him and he frowned. As far as he knew, the two of them weren’t fighting, so she had no reason to ignore him. Drawing his eyes back to the door, he pushed it open and strode into the office as the man looked up, his eyebrows already closely knit together. “Jesus Malcolm, knock why don’t you. What if I had been doing something important? What if you disturbed his greatness at work.” Malcolm rolled his eyes taking a seat, biting back just as hard. “You never do anything important or great.” 

Holmes shook his head and reached for his cup of coffee. Judging by his looks, this was probably his fifth or sixth cup. With Serenity shutting down, Holmes was busy and was forced to do actual work and not just sit around. Swallowing a gulp of coffee he started to speak. “Okay, let’s make this short and sweet and too the point. Today patients are packing. In two days, a bus will leave to bring the patients to Brielle.” he paused and held up three fingers.  “In three days, your Aunt--er--Guardian--um whoever she is will come to get you.” Malcolm pressed his lips together puzzled. “She’s coming to Brielle?” Holmes shook his head an pointed at Malcolm. “She’s coming to Serenity. You’re heading home.”

It took a moment for the words to process in his mind. Going home.. As in... Home home California...? This confused him even more, nothing was in Cali for him. He was told not too long after arriving here that his house was sold. They told him he would get the inheritance when he was older. He had heard that Beth, Jackie, and Harley weren’t there anymore either. “What---where?”

“Home,” Holmes repeated sighing and rubbing his temples. “Your adoption papers went through in time. You met her before remember? She’s taking you home in three days.” the man paused to study Malcolm’s shocked expression as she was surprisingly... quiet. “I’m just as shocked as you. I even recommended you for the psychiatric program there, but you were denied. Apparently you showed improvement after last summer’s Maya and Payton fiasco.” It was clear that Holmes didn’t believe Malcolm had improved at all as Malcolm lowered his eyes. Almost two years in Serenity, it was hard for him to imagine life outside of it. He had gotten used to how things worked in there and he wasn’t even sure what he would do if he left. Holmes kept talking, saying something about how Brielle would do monthly checks on him, but he wasn’t listening. His mind was somewhere else. All he could think about was home before it suddenly seemed to hit him. 

Being home = not in Serenity

No Serenity = no patients

No patients meant that Payton wouldn’t be there. 

During his stay at Serenity, Payton had become someone he almost needed. It helped him keep himself in check. If he got in to trouble she would scold him, kick him, or tell him he was an idiot. She had also become his rock during his moments of rage, someone who could pull him back and quell the anger. If she wasn’t there, he didn’t know what would happen. Probably a lot of fights. He thought to himself. As soon as Holmes stopped blabbing, he left the office in a hurry. He needed to find and talk to her. What if she wasn’t going home and she had somehow gotten transferred to Brielle. There was too much uncertainty for someone who needed to know everything. Right now, Malcolm felt powerless--a feeling he hated and scorned. It created an uneasy feeling as he roamed the halls searching for her. 

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@princesspaytonlutz

{{Yup, Malcolm is not making the move :’)))) After two long years of writing as this awkward, reckless, angry goofball I’m letting him retire to a personal character I’ll continue to write AU and HC for. Thank you for everyone who has written with Malcolm, it was quite the ride! If you would like to have a HC/AU with him you’re always welcome to message me! This goes for any other character I’ve had during my stay at Serenity; Christopher, Ried, Caden, Talula, Aliyah, Kenneth, Quentin, Camille, Elliot, or Xavier. Dante is the only one being carried over as I don’t have a lot of time irl to rp. }}

[lilmartinimami]

The Serenity House. Phuket, Thailand. DBALP Architecture. 

[moraca-101-hollow]

Please go donate and maybe come visit the shops if you're nearby. Both shops sell great, cute clothes for REALLY cheap. Wednesdays there is a bucket sale, where they hand you a bucket and you can fill it with certain types of items (clothes, underwear, purses, etc.) and take the bucket home, for like, $2.

[random-bookquotes]

"You are the defender of this parish miss, and have always acted noble, even if you were not born to it."

A.W. Exley, Ella, The Slayer (Serenity House, #1)

[random-bookquotes]

Love endured injury, it did not shrivel and wilt before it.

A.W. Exley, Ella, The Slayer (Serenity House, #1)

[random-bookquotes]

"Seth, please. I think having your sword levelled at my throat puts us on an informal basis of address."

A.W. Exley, Ella, The Slayer (Serenity House, #1)

[random-bookquotes]

Frank followed as my sergeant. He dogged my every step, cementing our friendship further over those hard years. That would outrage the social set, friends with your man servant. But what else could you call the man who always had your back and a spare cigarette? The man who dragged your unconscious and bleeding arse from no-man's-land?

A.W. Exley, Ella, The Slayer (Serenity House, #1)