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And thus, begins the first official day of travel in the land of Europe. It's sightly amusing how every time I see that word, "Europe," I think back to German class in which we specifically pronounce it 'Europe-EH'. Anyway, I have been residing in my Aunt's [and her husband's..] home which is inconveniently -- though, perhaps less inconvenient for us -- a two person house. This means that my sister and I sleep in the guest room, my brother, mother and father sleep in the master bedroom and poor Aunt and Uncle have been forced into the little study on the floor. So as soon as dad arrived yesterday, his guilt persuaded him to book us into a hotel not tonight, but tomorrow night.

ANYWAY, onto the actual sightseeing of the day. In order to record all this down, I have to actually look through my photos otherwise I can't remember. We live reeeeally far out from London, so we basically drove for 45 minutes and then took a train for 10 minutes right into the heart of London, and as soon as we got out, we saw the absolutely stunning architecture of this country. Seriously, I have never seen anything cooler. The streets are absolutely stunning. So then we walked around and walked through this park, came across a Canadian memorial for the Canadians that fought with the British in the wars and then, right across the road was Buckingham Palace! Seriously, I mean, Buckingham Palace? Funny story though, I saw all these boys in black and red shirts and then, I realised, they were from Xavier College! Haha, and they had those amazing accents too that I miss so much. :] So after that, we walked to the Gaurd's House and waited around for about 20 minutes 'till we saw the changing of the guards and then later walked down Downing st. to see the Prime Minister's house and all the government buildings. Just next door was Westminster Abbey and Big Ben! :] We then walked across Westminster bridge to County Hall, had lunch at Maccas and saw the London Eye [it was WAYYY too slow for us to bother going on it] and then walked back across the bridge to Convent Garden Markets and saw a heap of street performers. They were awesome. Then we walked back to the British Museum and saw some AMAZING artefects. :]

Then we took a bus down Oxford St. all the way until some random station and then went back. Photos in a second.

Weird isn't it? The way I suddenly disappeared off of the planet. Actually, probably not so much, since nobody actually reads these blogs. Yet, I still find it quite comforting to look over such entries and reminisce over the days which were easy and perhaps, the days that I felt were better than the present. But anyhow, here I am in Essex, England, writing this entry thinking that life truly is easy. Although, present circumstances point to the fact that it's not (regarding a little C-H-A-D issue and a webcam). But, I'm in perhaps, the most beautiful country I have ever been to. And on an early summer's day, I am here watching the cool wind blow about the greenest leaves I have perhaps ever seen.

But just so you know, I'm in England.
I'll be traveling Europe for the next 3 weeks.
I can't get on LJ in China because it's blocked.

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3 - 4: Gemma Ward
5: Miscellaneous [lips + rose]

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You carve out your name in the tiny wooden desk in front of you. You smile. This is yours. You feel the power running through your blunt pocket night to your fingertips. Your hand shakes. You stop in wonder and drop your pen, watching your heavy limbs quiver like dying beasts before Lucifer’s judgement. Every fingernail is bitten to the quick. It has no longer become a habit, but now a senseless obsession where your immortality keeps you from feeling the pain you inflict. You are God. You cannot feel. You cannot hurt, you control. You are a being worth more than the mundane treatment of humanity. You don’t sympathise, you rationalise; you don’t fume, you rationalise; you don’t love, you rationalise. Absolute power, absolutely. Not even the lustiest of serpents can stop you now.

A slight glance and you simply know that you are not the only one in awe of yourself. Snickers; smirks; remorse. But for what? Do they excuse themselves, or are they remorseful for you? Although, whatever the answer, it does not matter. You have yourself. Is that not enough?

You lift your hand and slide it underneath your blouse. Your hand rests just above your left breast. It’s there. You can hardly feel it, but it’s there. You are only human. Fucking human. It hurts.

Ethan fell out of the back seat of his car, heaving himself out of the tyre’s reach with his arms. He chuckled to himself, wiping a putrid liquid off his feverish cheek. A large muscular hand extended itself in Ethan’s view. He grasped the fleshy palm and felt himself being pulled from the asphalt, his head dancing in circles before he found stability in his feet again. The chilly night air tickled his sensitive skin, though he could hardly feel the cold. The dark night was illuminated by only the shy moon, hidden behind trails of smoggy dust and the tips of glowing cigarettes. Ethan shivered with delight and his body warmed to the familiar sight as the sound of cars speeding by circled his body.

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Title: Enemy Grounds
Author: freak_grl
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: Eventual NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: When a day goes wrong and everything comes crashing to a halt, enemy grounds must be crossed. Whoever said love and hate are very similar, was dead wrong.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership or rights to My Chemical Romance or any other product or company mentioned in this story. Do not rewrite or redistribute this piece of fiction without my permission. kthx.
Author Notes: Flashbangwham. The inferno begins.
Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse, mentions and small amounts of self-harm and a hell of a lot of teenage hormones.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One//Chapter Two


( Chapter Three )

1 - 12: The Horrors

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Title: Enemy Grounds
Author: freak_grl
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: Eventual NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: When a day goes wrong and everything comes crashing to a halt, enemy grounds must be crossed. Whoever said love and hate are very similar, was dead wrong.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership or rights to My Chemical Romance or any other product or company mentioned in this story. Do not rewrite or redistribute this piece of fiction without my permission. kthx.
Author Notes: Pre-written.
Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse, mentions and small amounts of self-harm and a hell of a lot of teenage hormones.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One



( Chapter Two )

Title: Enemy Grounds
Author: freak_grl
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: Eventual NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: When a day goes wrong and everything comes crashing to a halt, enemy grounds must be crossed. Whoever said love and hate are very similar, was dead wrong.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership or rights to My Chemical Romance or any other product or company mentioned in this story. Do not rewrite or redistribute this piece of fiction without my permission. kthx.
Author Notes: Pre-written.
Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse, mentions and small amounts of self-harm and a hell of a lot of teenage hormones.


( Chapter One )

For Samantha.

Title: Sleepless
Author: freak_grl
Rating: PG [Language]
Genre: Vignette, Comedy [I try], Slash
Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance. This story is all completely fiction. The ideas in this fic are mine however, so do not re-post without my permission. I claim no right whatsoever to 7-11, Oatbix or Wheatbix.
Summary: If you’ve ever been to the supermarket in the dead of night (or early morning, you decide), you will have experienced the eccentricity of it all.


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scarlett johansson
keira knightly
kirsten dunst (small&large)
paramore
paramore
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