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Must Be The Rain

I was busy cleaning up the mess left over from the party when he finally arrived, looking like Santa, with a bag full of gifts slung over his shoulder. I could see the fancy wrapping paper sticking out the top of the toy store bag, and one name came to mind, Connie. No way did he wrap those gifts himself, she did it for him, and even though she was in attendance, she mentioned nothing other than the fact that Shan would be running late. “Knock knock,” he said in that low, gravelly voice of his through the screen door. Jesus, he looked hot and I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I could taste blood.

“You’re too late Shannon, the party ended an hour ago.” I said bitterly, not bothering to walk over and open the door for him. The party was supposed to take place outside in the backyard, but sadly. the forecast called for rain. We normally don’t get a lot here in sunny California, so it was just my shitty luck it had to happen today of all days.

“I know, I’m sorry, my flight was delayed. I really tried to get here this time Bekka.” He studied my face, trying to see if I believed him or not. “Where is she?”

I glared at him, shifting all of my weight to one foot. “In her bedroom, playing with her new toys.” I was pissed as hell with him for never showing up on time like he promised, but at least he showed up. My father made endless promises to me when I was Ellie’s age and never kept a single one. I was so hurt by his lies, but I blamed my mother for not shielding me better. Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about that with Shannon. He’d never hurt her like that.

“Can I at least come in and give her these gifts, please?” That sad face and pouty lip still tugged at my heart strings six months later. I wasn’t over him and didn’t think I’d ever be.

I tried like hell, but couldn’t stop my lips from curling upward. “Fine,” I said with as much attitude as I could muster. He opened the door and stepped inside, his boots clicking on the hardwood floor as he laid the bag down next to the couch and proceeded toward me. He leaned in, gripping my arms tightly and planting a kiss on my head as he forced me into one of those strong hugs of his. Just as I started to gather my argumentative words, he let go and sauntered down the hallway to our daughter’s bedroom.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I could hear her excited squeals echoing through the house the second she saw him. She missed him terribly and asked when we were going home pretty much daily.

It crushed my heart and I could sense my eyes beginning to water slightly as I sighed, listening to them playing together. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him. I simply couldn’t deal with him rarely being around and the temptation that only increased while he was out there on the road. Even though he never actually had sex with anyone else, he had the intention of doing it and backed out at the last minute. I found out after the fact, but the point is, he thought about it. This led to many, many horrible fights. Of course, there was the option to travel with him, stop any chance of it happening again, but that would be too difficult with Ellie. Tour life really wasn’t the place for a rambunctious three year old, and I had to put her first. So, after one too many fights, I packed up and moved into a nice little three bedroom house about fifteen minutes from Shannon.

He made it known that he wasn’t happy with my decision and seemed to be determined to get me to come back to him. He came by often, when he was in town, trying to talk me into coming home. “What did you bring me?” The door burst open and Ellie flew past me, racing over to the overflowing bag. Clearing my throat, I wiped my eyes and continued to pick up the mess in the dining room while watching my daughter go nuts, pulling the first package out of the bag.

“Open them up and find out princess.” He grinned as he came to a halt next to me. Folding his arms, he nudged me with his elbow and nodded over in the direction of our baby girl.

Ellie was already shredding the wrapping paper and I rolled my eyes, noticing that he got her the most expensive toys. “I just cleaned that room up Shannon!”

“Always so negative Bek.” At least he shaved that horrid beard. Last time I saw him it was so out of control and he was much more handsome without it. “I’ll take care of it, okay.” I watched him go sit next to her on the floor, folding his legs in front of him and pulling all of the presents out of the bag. He stacked them up for her to unwrap, handing her a new one each time she finished oohing and aahing over the one in her hand. He then shoved handfuls of the discarded bright pink paper into the empty bag.

Once she was finally done opening his gifts, she asked if they could go outside and play. It hadn’t rained yet, but I could see the gloomy gray clouds building in the sky and knew it wouldn’t be long before it was pouring. Shannon conveniently brought over her new rain coat and matching boots for the little vacation he had planned for next month and oddly enough, that was all she cared about. He asked me two months ago about taking her to Florida for two weeks next month. The coat and boots were merely a precaution, I guess. Apparently September is a rainy month in the south.

My daughter sat on the floor, seemingly mesmerized by the red boots with dark polka dots on them. Ellie slipped off her new shoes and shoved her little feet into the boots. She always was a daddy’s girl and he knew it. As soon as she stood and took a few steps, gazing down at the ladybugs on top of the rubber material, she bolted over to him. “Let’s go outside! Da…ddy.”

I shook my head as she tugged on his jeans. He only laughed, “Okay, okay.” He then squat down and helped her into the jacket, buttoning it up. “Show mommy how cute you look.”

She spun around and smiled at me, but before I could dig my phone out of my pocket and snap a pic, she ran over to the door. “Are you really going outside like that?” I asked, shocked that he was really doing this.

He drew the hood of his jacket over his head. “I suppose so. I’ve got a change of clothes in the car, so I should be good, but I appreciate the concern. If I get sick, are you gonna take care of me? You know, make me stay in bed and feed me some soup?” Raising his eyebrows, he blew me a kiss.

He earned himself another eye roll before exiting the back door with Ellie. I cleared the table, throwing the few remaining party plates with half eaten cake and melted ice cream into the trash. It took me just a few minutes to finish cleaning and move the large plastic bag full of wrapping paper that Shannon left in the middle of the floor, to right outside the front door.

When I was done, I stood in front of the French doors, watching him twirl Ellie around with her screeching in delight. She looked up to the sky, enjoying something she knew I’d never do with her. She had Shannon so wrapped around her little finger that he’d do pretty much anything she asked. When he set her down, she started stomping through the puddles that had already gathered on the pavement. Something as simple as playing in the rain made her light up with happiness, and I was already thinking about going out to join them.

Sadly, just as I was about to put a jacket on, they were coming in. Another missed opportunity. Ellie was pulling Shannon impatiently toward the door. I could hear her saying something about playing with her new doll. I stopped her, asking that she take off the boots and jacket at the door. Shannon already knew the drill and stripped himself of the black hoodie, wringing out the water and hanging it over the back of a chair. His shirt was soaked too, but he darted through the house and out the front door, returning minutes later with a suitcase.

I was busy wiping up the trail of water he left on the floor so that nobody fell and I hadn’t realized that he disappeared. I tossed the damp towel in the laundry basket in the bathroom and pushed my partially closed bedroom door open. There he was, standing there shirtless and holding a clean t-shirt. I looked away really fast, but it was too late, our eyes had already met. It was that look of confidence that made every shade of light and golden amber in his eyes begin to spread darker brown around the edges. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were in here.” I turned to walk out, but he was quick and spun me around.

He dropped the blue fabric and caressed my cheek. The sound of my name rolling off of his lips ignited every fantasy I’d ever had about him all at once. The second his lips touched mine, all of the pain, doubt and angst blurred together with the ache of missing him. The connection between us was still very much alive and then he pressed his lips against mine even harder. His tongue slipped between my lips and the most intoxicating wave shot through me. I missed him so fucking much it made my head spin.

I wondered if he knew how crazy he made me when he pulled back, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear and staring deep into my eyes. “You miss me as much as I miss you Bek, I can sense it in your kiss. Aren’t you sick of being apart?”

“I do miss you-“ Just as I started to respond, Ellie began calling for him.

“Shit,” he picked up the blue Journey shirt from the floor and slipped it over his head. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a few.”

I knew that once he left the room, he wasn’t coming back anytime soon. This conversation would have to wait until another time. I picked up his wet clothes and stared down at his boots and suitcase, inhaling the familiar scent of cologne I’d come to know and love so much. I threw the wet clothes and a few pieces from my laundry basket, into the washing machine.

While he kept Ellie occupied, I was able to do some things I had been putting off and got dinner ready. Shannon kept her busy even when she grew bored of the toys. They sat at the table coloring for a while. I knew Shannon loved my veggie nuggets and I saw his face when I brought the food to the table. “I assume you’re joining us.”

“Can I?” He asked, picking up the crayons and shoving them neatly back into the box.

“That would be nice,” I responded before heading back into the kitchen for some glasses. He complimented me as we enjoyed a meal with Ellie, something we hadn’t done in a while. After having a slice of her cake, he even offered to clean the mess from dinner while I bathed Ellie and got her into some pajamas.

Shannon went back to play with her for a while and I relaxed on the couch. I was stunned that he was staying as long as he had. This was impressive. Most of the time he stopped by, made an appearance and then darted off to go hang with Jared or some friends.

At bedtime, Ellie was insistent that her daddy read her a story and lay with her until she fell asleep tonight instead of me. I finished up the laundry and got cozy on the couch, playing a game on my phone. It was over an hour later when he plopped down next to me, taking the phone from my hands and placing it on the coffee table. Both of his hands gently cupped my face and I was sure he was going to kiss me and then beg to stay, but he didn’t. Instead, he just kissed my nose and slid his arm around my side. Shannon pulled me against his chest. “Listen, I’m sorry I missed the party, it was beyond my control.” When I didn’t respond, he squeezed me tighter. “You don’t believe me?”

“Yes, I believe you. Your mother said that you’d be late and I know she doesn’t lie.” I just couldn’t get my mind off of that kiss and how it made me feel. I mean, it’s not like I left him because I didn’t love him anymore. When you’re in love with someone, feelings don’t just fade away.

“I enjoyed spending time with her. Thanks for letting me hang out for a while.” He got silent and then a few moments later, he made his classic plea. “Bek please come home.”

I sighed, dropping my head against his chest, “Shannon..”

“Okay…. let’s not ruin the night, it’s been so nice. I should probably go.” He released me and stood up. I remained quiet, watching him head into my bedroom for his things. “Walk me out,” he said, reappearing wearing his boots and carrying his suitcase. He didn’t even bother to ask for his missing clothes. In a way, I wasn’t ready for him to go. Part of me wanted, no, needed him to stay, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask.

“Sure.” I was a coward. Silently, I followed him out to his car and allowed him to pull me into a tight hug. Despite the heaviness in my belly, it still fluttered wildly against his body. Being so close to him again soothed me much more than I had expected. I felt the first few drops hitting my face as he released me. “Shit! You’ve got to be kidding me.” It was starting to rain. “Twice in one day!”

“It’s only water Bek. You don’t know what you missed out on earlier. Ellie had a blast.”

Jesus, what was happening to me. He’s the only man that can piss me off and make me want to kiss him at the same time. Lunging forward, I cupped his cheeks and kissed his full lips. The rain made tracks down our faces to where our lips met and I could taste the droplets in the kiss. He slid his hand along my jaw, his fingers stopping behind my ear and tilted my head back, deepening the kiss. I was dying to feel every inch of his skin. The rain had come out of nowhere and made me blink rapidly as I broke the kiss. “Fuck! Look, I don’t want you to go.”

“What?”

Why was it so hard to admit my feelings? “I can’t do this anymore. I miss you and I hate being apart much more than the stupid reasons I left you for. I trust you and I don’t want you to leave.”

The rain hammered down on us as we stood there, kissing passionately under the bright street light. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” He whispered, but I only shrugged in response. “Must be the rain,” he said with a grin.

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Jane’s Journal -- 5

October 21, 2003                        Day 64

   I did it. I've had a secret desire in the back of my head since I was twelve, sitting in Mrs. Dugan's social studies class, thumbing through my Holt McDougal World Geography textbook.

   I climbed Kilimanjaro.

   It's been two days since I got back and flew into Mombasa but I'm still smiling, still on the high of achieving something I never thought I would. I'm in good shape, and I did pretty well on the Rainbow Mountain hike in Peru, but I was pretty afraid of not being able to reach the top, to be honest. It was a grueling trek, physically and mentally, and the altitude sickness almost did me in, but the sights were beautiful. I loved watching the Colobus monkeys in the rainforest at the beginning of the trek and watching all the unique vegetation that changed as I ascended the mountain. Nothing, however, could compare to the views from Stella Point or the feeling of finally reaching Uhuru Peak. I am hooked. I want to climb everything now.

   Our porters were amazing. They do so much of the work of the climb, carrying packs and setting up and tearing down camp, etc, and I would never have been able to summit without them. They are often grossly underpaid and mistreated, and although I was careful to choose a reputable tour company it was still difficult to see what some of them go through. I spent a lot of time talking to one in particular, Joseph, who had been working on the mountain since he was 15. He had so many stories to share and I was so transfixed with his tales of Tanzania, his hometown and the people who lived in it. I have decided to return as soon as possible, not only to see more of that beautiful country but to meet more of its people. I stood on top of the highest free-standing mountain in the world, confronted by the awesome power of nature, and realized what my world needed was more people in it.

   I'm still on that high, still feeling like I can accomplish anything if I wanted it enough and commit to it enough. And surely,  if I can conquer a mountain I can conquer my own fears. Everyone is not out to break my heart. I know Jared is here in Africa, in Morocco, shooting that movie. We've been texting back and forth a little bit since our short email exchange but we haven't spoken. Maybe, if Shannon isn't there too, it might be nice to travel up there next. It would be nice to connect with someone again. I'm going to call him tonight.

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   I can't believe I fucking trusted or believed in him and I can't believe I'm fucking crying about it now. I really cannot read people. Roger is right. I'm hopeless. I've been led astray again by a pretty face and mouthful of empty promises.

   I called Jared. The first time it went to his voicemail and I left a short message letting him know I'd call back again later and hopefully he'd be free. He didn't respond but I called again after dinner and he picked up. I wish he hadn't. He was obviously with someone, which didn't bother me in and of itself. I know full well by now how he is. But he was strange with me, cold and distant. All my questions received one-word answers. He offered no conversation himself. He seemed irritated by the intrusion. I thought at first it was because of his companion, that maybe there was some sort of relationship happening there that he didn't want to derail by having strange women calling him out of the blue. I apologized and offered to call back later when he might be alone. He told me not to bother.

    I thought it was tough being awkward and bushy-haired and knock-kneed when I was growing up. I was a late bloomer but when I finally did blossom I thought it was going to make everything so much better. All it's done is bring people into my life that are as shallow as their reasons for associating with me, and led me down paths that I would have been wiser to avoid. It's brought men into my life that only wanted to fuck me, and would say or do whatever it took to get there. And once they've gotten it... well I guess if I'm not in the fuckable category anymore I'm not much use as a friend either.

   I don't know what changed with Jared, when he decided I wasn't worth the effort anymore, and part of me just wants to go up there and get in his face and demand some answers. I don't know if Shannon made him back off, or if Shannon was right about what he said when he caught us together that morning. Maybe it was all a game to Jared. Maybe he never stopped hating me for what happened back in LA when we were younger and by fucking me then blowing me off he finally got the final say. I don't know why when it seemed like he had been reaching out he would change his attitude so abruptly. I don't know. I don't know about any of this, I don't understand it, but there was no mistaking the kiss off I got tonight. Well, Jared, message received loud and clear. I won't be bothering you anymore.

   I went for a walk after the call, trying to sort everything in my head. I felt I had come so far and yet every time I turned around there was one of them... Shannon or Angus, Jared or Roger, Jefferson... lurking in the corner of my mind, ready to pop out and remind me what a failure with other people I truly was. I was trying so hard to run toward something better, to find my own way, to choose a future for myself based on more than the dreams of a twelve-year-old or the needs of the men in my life. That call with Jared just made me feel as if I were at the start of that journey all over again. Had I made any progress at all? Could I, with these ghosts constantly surrounding me?

   I ended up on the beach like I always somehow did. This time I waded out into the surf, the waves lapping at my stomach and my skirt swirling around me in the water. I had cried my own salty ocean in the last two months. I needed to be done. I needed to leave them behind once and for all. I tossed my phone as far out into the waiting sea as I could, then turned around, kicked the seaweed lose from legs and walked back up to the shore.

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[cleoleto]

GAME!!!

Rules: Answer 28 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better. 

Thank you @nikkitasevoli !

1. Nicknames: Cleo

2. Gender: Female

3. Star Sign: Scorpio

4. Height: 1.58 mts

5. Time: 17:25

6. Birthday: October 27th

7. Favorite Bands: 30STM, SMAP, The Beatles

8. Favorite Solo Artists: Eminem, maybe Nicki Minaj and Kanye West?

9. Song stuck in my head: Twisted - Skylar Grey; Eminem; Yelawolf, I’ve been listening to this song for days 

10. Last movie I watched: Ingrid goes west, weird movie

11. Last show I watched: This is us, destroyed my emotions 

12. When did I create my blog: Years ago but i deleted everything and started over last month

13. Last thing I googled: best time to meditate

14. Do I have any other blogs: indoorhippie, just all kind of craps in there

15. Do I get asks: close to zero

16. Why I chose my url: my name + Leto

17. Following: 47

18. Followers: 44, 170 on the other blog

19. Average hours of sleep: 5-6 hours

20. Lucky number: 11

21. Instruments: none

23. Dream job: Actor i guess

24. Dream trip: India

25. Favorite food: Sushi

26. Nationality: Japanese

27. Favorite song right now: Stronger - 30STM

Tag: @jletolove4eva @thepromiseofanend @fyeahproudglambert @b-chocolatelover @spillinginkwithlove @prettypinkbabyunicorn @darthjokerisyourfather @guccilowell @heavenlygaga @navysophie 

i dont really know that many ppl on this site lol

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reblogged by "thepromiseofanend".

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Echelon Author Interview -- Lolainblue

Echelon Author Interview

Your URL: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/lolainblue

Your name: Missie (Blue is my nickname)

Link to your Masterlist: https://lolainblue.tumblr.com/post/174506158608/masterlist-20

What was your first experience with 30 Seconds to Mars? A friend had bought their first album and brought it over while hanging out. We listened to a few songs, I immediately fell in love. She asked me “Guess who the lead singer is? It's Jordan Catallano!” I was so stunned. 

Your Favorite Mars song? I could never pick one. There is one for whatever mood I am in. I love Attack, a lot of the old stuff, Buddha for Mary... They have changed so much over the years but I still love all their sounds.

Has anything ever happened to you solely because of being a 30STM fan? There are people that I met only because of Mars, and friends I have made in the fandom I wouldn't have otherwise.

What is your favorite thing about the fandom? Your least favorite? I think this is a very welcoming, supportive, and open fandom for the most part. It does have certain cliques, which is all right, everyone has their things they're into, but it would be nice if they got along a little better.

Is there any advice you would give to someone who is new to the fandom? Don't get too caught up in rumors. There are some people who are crazy obsessive and love to trash talk. It's a strange combo.

How long have you been writing? Since I was in elementary school.

Why did you start writing? (Either in general or for Mars specifically) I went through a catastrophic health event a few years ago. I found myself stuck at home and mostly bed bound, looking at a slow recovery. I started reading more, and also reading more fanfiction. I restarted my Tumblr account and came across some Mars writers. @thepromiseofanend and @fyeahproudglambert were actually among some of the first writers I read here and very much inspired me to keep writing for the fandom.

Do you write for other fandoms? If so, which ones? I have written for other fandoms in the past but right now the only one I am writing for is Mars.

Do you share everything you write? If not, is there a reason why? No. Not everything I write is Mars related, and some of the pieces I am working on only sporadically and I will share when I have more of them written.

Have you written things that aren't fanfic? If so, could you tell us about those works? I have written plays and screenplays, short stories.. I write a lot I am currently working on a paranormal novel that is original fiction.

Of all your works, which is your favorite and why? I think Fangs and Fairytales is probably my favorite, I love horror and vampires and the paranormal, and it's fun to play with an alternate timeline like that.

Is there one that was particularly difficult to write? Why? There is one I am working on currently that is not yet published that I draw from some difficult personal experiences and struggles. I am not entirely sure I will share it when I am done.

What is the ideal writing environment for you? At your desk? Quiet? Music? I work on my laptop and I prefer to have silence. I can't stand having the television or music on when I am writing. The location doesn't matter much but the silence does. If I can't get silence I will put on headphones with ambient sounds, like thunderstorms. When I was writing the first part of Thunderbirds, I had a site that had cafe sounds that I listened to a lot.

What type of fanfic are you most comfortable writing (drama, fluff, angst, drabbles, series, etc.) I absolutely love to write angst. I torture my characters mercilessly. I also tend towards long pieces.

What is your favorite fanfic trope? Enemies to Friends, Ooops there's only one bed, Mutual Pining

Is there any trope or subject that you won't write? There are certain kinks that I don't care for, and extreme stuff is off the table. Don't make me name them all.

Are there any special tools that you use when creating or writing your story? I use either Open Office for short pieces or Scrivener for longer more structured stories. Grammarly is a lifesaver.

Do you write your story in order or do you jump around and then string it together at the end? Mostly in order. I am a very linear thinker.

Do you outline, or do a great deal of prep work or do you 'fly by the seat of your pants'? I have a general outline and a plan for each story. Some are more detailed than others.

How do you usually get your inspiration? Dreams, music, other stories, movies... I get so many ideas, it's the execution that's an issue more than inspiration.

Do you have ideas on the drawing board or in progress currently that you haven't shared yet? Yes. I have two series that I am working on. One I had originally planned to be ready in a few weeks but due to illness I am behind.

If you have an unpublished work in progress, please pick two to three sentences and share them without context.

Jared assured me however that he was fully prepared, gripping me ever tighter as he pressed me into the upholstered bench seating, no sign of shyness in regards to the driver who was currently ferrying us through damp and intimate back streets. The evening's earlier rain had broken and everything was left looking freshly glazed, colors amplified in reflection. It would have been a lovely drive through the Latin Quarter if he had paused from his advances long enough to look out the window.

Do you like requests? Would you like more or less of them? I love requests but I don't always have time. I have several series I am actively working on for myself, several things in the lab, another collaboration as well as original work. But one of my favorite oneshots (Overtime) came from an anon request. You can always ask. I may not be able to fill it but you can always ask.

Is there an upcoming project from you that you are excited about? Why, and what can you share about it? I am excited about all my writing. There is one piece that won't be coming for a while but it's a new Shannon series with a rather different romantic interest.

The best piece of writing advice you've ever received? Eliminate your inner audience. Whenever we write we have a tendency to think of the people who might be reading it and how they will react. It can limit us from being true and fearless with what we are producing. Write for the characters, focus on the story, and don't mentally allow other people to look over your shoulder. Especially when writing smut.

The worst piece of writing advice you've ever received? For overcoming writer's block: Just sit down and write. If I could do that Karen, I wouldn't be complaining about writer's block.

What piece of advice would you give to someone just starting to write fanfic? Don't worry if you don't get a lot of attention to start. Don't worry if your stories aren't as good as others. Just keep writing and try to make each piece a little better than the last one. Compete against yourself. Your writing will grow and develop as you continue to work and as it does you will find your audience.

Three (stories, series, scenes, etc) written by others that you really like or that inspire you? Only three? I think Save Me by @spillinginkwithlove was probably the thing that truly drew me in. Closer to the Edge (@thepromiseofanend) has my OTP of Mia/Jared. @darklydelicousdesires has my favorite piece of Shannon smut, Double Measures

Are any of your characters closer to being “you” than others? Any reason in particular?  All of my characters have tiny pieces of me in them, whether it's a taste in food or future aspiration. In a lot of ways, I think I'm more Jane than anything, a lot of Jane and Roger’s childhood memories come from my own experience growing up in small towns in Illinois and Indiana -- but there are characters in two pieces I am working on that draw deeply from a lot of my life experiences.

Are any of your characters based on someone you know? Roger (from Thunderbirds) is actually very strongly based on an old boyfriend of mine.

Are any of your plots based on something that happened to you? The upcoming pieces Bodies, Rest and Motion and Mirror Ball both draw strongly on my own personal experiences, although the characters are unique as are the circumstances. The stories aren't autobiographical in any way, I have just drawn on things that I have been through and know to create something that conveys those experiences.

Favorite font for writing? Segoe UI ( In 14pt because I'm blind)

Do you consider yourself a reader outside of fanfic?  Yes. I love to read.

Your favorite book? I don't know about any one book, but I love Brandon Mull, Tad Williams, and Charlaine Harris. Also Poppy Z Brite, Terry Pratchett, so much science fiction and horror.....

Your favorite things to do when you're not writing? I love to cook, watch movies, binge Netflix, hang out with my dogs, play video games and just be with my family.

Two truths and a lie? I owned and ran my own catering company, I lived briefly in Italy, I was the drummer for a punk band

Something surprising about you? My original career ambition (and the college program I started in) was for experimental high energy (particle) physics. I still love science. I am a huge nerd.

Favorite food to enjoy while watching Netflix? Popcorn, of course.

Favorite way to spend a Saturday night? The activity doesn't matter to me as much as the company. I just want to be surrounded by good people. I love a good meal and a card or board game with friends and family. (I love tabletop games and have a small collection. Gloom and Betrayal at House on the Hill are two of my favorites.)

Blankets Tucked or Untucked? Untucked!

Do you have any pets? Would you like to tell us about them? I have two rescued pit bulls that are big love bugs (Twilight and Lokii) and two cats, Coyote and Mayhem. Lokii is the only one that is technically mine (Twilight is my son's dog, and the cats are just household pets) and Lokii never leaves my side. He is very protective and watches over me when I am feeling ill. He is also very goofy and loves to play

Are there any particular battles or struggles in your life you'd like to tell us about? I've been through a lot. I have somehow managed to pick myself up and keep going each time I've been knocked down. You have to keep putting one foot in front of the other, no matter what. There's really no other choice. Just keep going. There's always something good ahead.

Anything you'd like to add? I am horrible at initiation and maintaining friendships. It's mostly an anxiety issue, I feel like I'm annoying people, I think they don't want to talk to me, that they simply tolerate me... I know there are lots of you that can relate to that. Chances are really good that I'd like to talk to you, even if I seem stand-offish or seem to have withdrawn. Please don't ever take it personally. And if we've never talked, well feel free to say hi, or ask me a question. I love to chat, I really do, I'm just bad about keeping things going until I get used to people. I take ridiculously long to get used to people. I guess what I'm saying is I'm a big mess and I have social issues but if you're into that, come chat with me.

[magic-sprinkled-daydreams]

Save me by spillinginkwithlove is great! And also thepromiseofanend has great stories too she even has another blog for her shan stories! Those are two of my favorites❣️

Amazing! Thanks anon 😘

[missjanet1983]

Retraction

Having learned other details I apologize to @thepromiseofanend. However @loveforhimispain and all your other little aliases can CUNTinue to fuck off

[echelonleto-blog1]

Rules: Answer 30 Q’s and tag blogs that you want to get to know more!

I was tagged by @lady-grinning-soul-k 1. Nicknames: DD 2. Gender: Female 3. Starsign: Capricorn 4. Height: 5 ft 8 in 5. Time: 10:46 pm 6. Birthday: January 19th 7. Fav Bands/Groups: 30STM, Linkin Park, Nirvana, The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, Gorillaz, Circa Survive, Imagine Dragons, Coldplay....the list can go on lol. 8. Fav solo artist: Prince, Adam Lambert, Adele, Childish Gambino, Michael Jackson, Bon Iver, Frank Ocean, Hozier, The Weeknd...etc etc lol. 9. Song stuck in your head: True Colors by The Weeknd 10. Last Movie Watched: Coraline, my favorite! 11. Last show watched: The Office, such an amazing show! Lol 12. When did I create my blog: Maybe 2015? Can't quite remember. 13: When do I post: Pretty often. 14. Last thing googled: Probably some lyrics to a song or something like that. 15. Do you have any other blogs: Yes but I'm never on it lol. 16. Do you get asks: Nope. 17. Why did you choose your url: I was thinking of the Echelon and the Leto brothers, so I put them together! :D 18. Following: Too many! Lol 19. Followers: 44! Thank you all for the follow! 20. Fav colors: black, but it isn‘t actually a color. 21. Average hours of sleep: Maybe 6? 9 if I'm lucky lol! 22. Lucky Number: 25 23. Instrument: None sadly :( 24. What am i wearing: Black shorts and a t-shirt. 25. How many blankets do I sleep with: 2 but I have 3 on my bed. 26. Dream Job: Astronomer but I'm still not sure. 27. Dream Trip: Alaska, Iceland, Scotland, Canada, Germany, Belgium, Italy etc. 28. Favorite food: Spaghetti 29. Nationality: Predominantly I'm Scottish but I'm also Irish and Cherokee Indian. 30. Fav song rn: Brave by Jhene Aiko. I tag @thepromiseofanend @nikkitasevoli or anyone who wants to play!

[lolainblue]

Jane’s Journal -- 4

September 17, 2003                  Day 30

   I mostly stayed in my room for the next week, knocking out several chapters of the Moonthieves sequel and returning over and over again to that short little email that Jared had sent.

   We miss you a lot around here.

   We miss you

   We

   I hadn't heard a word from Shannon, but every time I laid my head down at night I saw him, whiskey eyes staring back at me in silence, never letting me forget just how far I had let him in or how much I missed him. I discovered the only thing worse than being chased by someone you were trying to forget was being ignored by them. Your brain fills in that void with a hundred competing scenarios, each one outdoing the last in twisting that knife a little a deeper, never allowing you to get the upper hand against your own ever-escalating imagination. I was humiliated and angry and I still missed him so much I felt as if I were hollow. But did we even mean Shannon? Maybe the guys missed me. I certainly missed them, especially Tomo and the enthusiastic way he hugged me every time he saw me. I missed the adventure of it all, the changing cities, the mix of familiar and new faces, the energy of crowds and the quiet hours on the road. I was the one that was doing all the missing.

   I typed out a dozen replies, some of them only a few words, some of them page after page. I had so much to say to Jared. I had a lot of questions. None of them felt right for an email, and I wasn't ready to hear his voice again just yet. My resolve was still thin. It wasn't going to stand up to the sound of his smooth voice in my ear. I may have been healing but I was still acutely aware of how alone I was, and I didn't need the temptation of one of the few people I could still tolerate asking me to come see him. Not that he necessarily would. I just couldn't risk it. I finally sent him the following:

Hey Jared.

I miss you too. It was a wonderful adventure and I'm sad it all had to come to an ugly end. I'm not okay, not yet but I'm working on it. I'm sure someday we'll talk again. I'm sorry I'm not ready yet.

Jane

   After knocking out several chapters of the book I realized I was paying a lot of money to stay in a nice resort when I never saw more than the inside of my room. I needed somewhere to work and going back to New York was out of the question. That apartment still half belonged to Roger, and although he was busy with the theater thing, he hadn't told me enough about it for me to even know if he was in town working on it or off workshopping somewhere. I couldn't very well avoid him in his own home. I needed a new base of operations.

   Having grown up in the landlocked portion of the country, when an escape came to mind, I always pictured it near a beach. So I packed up what little I had in South America and moved it all to South Beach. I found a nice furnished rental with a gorgeous view of the ocean. I planned to put in a few chapters and some editing and then resume my walkabout when I was once again firmly ahead of schedule.

   Being set up in Miami also meant access to more reasonable phone rates and no excuse not to resume calling my mother regularly. Twenty minutes on the phone with her confirmed that Roger had indeed gone back home for Labor Day and had given my parents a highly edited version of the current situation. My mother was upset. She adored Roger and didn't understand why we couldn't just bury the hatchet and get along again. After all, that is what we had always done through the years, working through our little spats like siblings, a hundred minor grievances lost to the passage of time. I couldn't make her understand how different this was, not without spilling a lot of details that would just worry her, and so I listened to her concerns and told her I'd take her advice under consideration. I didn't have any intention of doing that. I was still far too angry with Roger to entertain any thoughts of reconciliation. But I missed him too, even more profoundly than Shannon. I missed him so much I couldn't think about him at all. Mom tried to mention him every time I called and I rapidly changed the subject. I couldn't get my brain around it no matter how hard I tried, and if I couldn't understand how it had all gone so sideways so quickly between Roger and me then how could I ever make her understand?

    I keep mostly to myself here in Miami and I fill in the evenings doing a lot of online shopping. Not for shoes or clothes or ridiculous things to fill spaces I no longer inhabit, but for experiences. I want to meet people and learn about life in a different way from what I have always been presented. I've spent hours searching through travel blogs, investigating volunteer opportunities and considering destinations. I don't know what I'm looking for but with over six billion people in the world, six billion people with six billion experiences, there has to be one for me. There has to be an answer out there. I'm counting on it.

@thepromiseofanend  @msroxyblog @nikkitasevoli @maliciousalishious@meghan12151977@mustlove6277  @fyeahproudglambert @little-poptart@snewsome756@guccilowell

[cleoleto]

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛✨

Omg I cant believe this is happening∑(ﾟДﾟ)@thepromiseofanend you are one of my favorite person on Tumblr! Thank you so much🙈💕

[echelonlab-blog]

Tumblr Outage and Submissions

It has come to our attention that some people are having issues loading individual blogs on Tumblr. There is an issue with Tumblr itself that is causing this, it’s beyond our control. We just  have to wait for the issue to be resolved.

I don’t know if this has affected anyonoe who wanted to submit for theis writing prompt, but we do want to officially say that if the period closes for this prompt or really any other we are still happy to have your pieces. 

And just a reminder: This blog is only logged into periodically. You can ALWAYS direct message any of us: @fyeahproudglambert , @thepromiseofanend , or @lolainblue for help or even just to chat about an idea you have or a question...  we very much want to support and encourage Echelon creators. 

[hazeleyedleto]

Hey beautiful! ❤ what's your favourite trait about yourself? Personality and physically wise? Luff ya. 😘

I was gunna say I have that Kim k ass but all of me is fat hahahaMy eyes and my ability to adapt to many situations/ as well as my wide variety of passions 😁😁😁❤ you? @fyeahproudglambert @thepromiseofanend @whoistheprettiest @boughtmyfate @loveforhimispain @jaredgucci @aneonbullet @theendeavor

[olivia-leto]

Tagged by @dreamboatleto! Thank you 💕 Where is your phone? In my hands Your hair? Long, to the bottom of my back Your dad? He's cool Your other half? My best friend! Romantically, zero right now! Your favourite food? Baked potato, avocado. It changes all the time though. Your dream last night? Super random, wouldn't know where to start! Your favourite drink? Water, diet coke or lattes because I drink these the most I think. Fear? Death. Bugs. Favourite shoes? Depends on what I'm wearing but the ones I wear the most are either my black boots (think the ones that Jared used to wear all the time) they go with pretty much anything. Or rather I make them go with pretty much anything. Or my vans! Favourite way to relax? Depends! But probably listening to music, watching a movie or being in nature/outdoors. Your mood? Average. Pretty happy, though. Your love? Jared, obvs. 💕💕 Where were you last night? With my friend, at home and sitting in the car at the lake talking/listening to music. Something you aren't? A liar Muffins? I actually just got some muffins the other day for the first time in so long. Blueberry! Wishlist item? A plane ticket ✈️ Where you grew up? By the 🌊 Last thing you did? My make up What are you wearing? VS PINK sports bra, blue flannel shirt over the top and some gym pants. Something you hate? This is probably super random but I say this all the time, i can't stand it when people "shush" me 🖕🏻 Your pets? Two goldfish Life? Good! Regrets? I wouldn't say I have big regrets but something that i always think about is that I don't wanna regret not doing anything amazing. I TAG @imblonde @thepromiseofanend @piscesdreamer228 @belovedleto and anyone else who wants to play! Sorry if you were tagged already.

[ginie62]

I can’t follow @thepromiseofanend anymore... Don’t know why... I can’t like or reblog neither. Did she block me? And why? I don’t think I did something to her... I’m barely active here lately anyway :(