kathystarkpeople:

Yes, some poetry and things like that. Nice enough, I suppose. I felt a bit rushed in it though, sadly. Had to get it pushed through for the money and such.

Long days and longer nights. I haven’t been getting the best of sleep. It’s alright, though. It’s given me plenty of time to look at the stars in the night and write some more.

You’re gonna kill yourself, losing all that sleep. You should take melatonin— always helps me. 

You look… different.

-Kathy reaches up to touch his cheek, brows knitted together with concern.-

And you look thin; haven’t you been eating?

-He can’t help but laugh at that. Oh, the irony.- 

It’s not going to kill me, Kathy, don’t worry at all. 

-He frowns as she lifts a hand to touch his cheek, though, bringing up his weight. He’d been struggling with keeping it on for a while, now, but he hadn’t thought it to be that obvious.-

Eating like a horse. My system’s just a bit out of sorts, is all. 

(Source: onefinalyear)

kathystarkpeople:

onefinalyear:

kathystarkpeople replied to your post: Evening, everyone.

You haven’t called me in a week. Don’t you ‘good evening’ me.

Bollocks.

Would you believe that my phones got cut off? It’s been a— well, a long week. On the plus side, one of my books is going to be published. 

—really? One of your books? I suppose I can let the phone thing slide, then.

You look exhausted.

Yes, some poetry and things like that. Nice enough, I suppose. I felt a bit rushed in it though, sadly. Had to get it pushed through for the money and such.

Long days and longer nights. I haven’t been getting the best of sleep. It’s alright, though. It’s given me plenty of time to look at the stars in the night and write some more.

You haven’t called me in a week. Don’t you ‘good evening’ me.

Bollocks.

Would you believe that my phones got cut off? It’s been a— well, a long week. On the plus side, one of my books is going to be published. 

fuckyeahgodofmischief:

Tom Hiddleston - “The Avengers” premiere at El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood, 11.04.2012 [HQ]

(Source: hiddleswiggles)

swoz:

Anything ish.

(Source: neckstime)

kathystarkpeople:

onefinalyear:

kathystarkpeople:

Daniel laughed lightly as she joked on back with him. He relaxed back against the bench a bit, shifting his notebook into his lap. He raised an eyebrow as she asked him whether he lived here. “AH, I’m sort of in the transition stages of moving over here. Don’t live here nor there, yet. I’m planning on moving here, though. For the moment I’m living out of a hotel room, though.” He shrugged a shoulder and flipped open the notebook to an empty page. The page opposite has a mixture of scribbled words and pictures, sometimes the words forming into pictures. He dug a pen from his pocket and began sketching, hating to sit still. “You live here, I’mguessing from the accent…?”

Kathy sweeps her hair over her shoulder pulling the hat tighter over her ears. It was cold, of course- winter, New York, snow. Duh. 

Glancing at his pen and paper, she settles her hands in her lap- legs drawing up onto the bench to cross indian-style. “So what do you do? Are you like— an artist? You kinda strike me as a poet-y kind of a guy.” Kathy shifts a bit, looking towards Daniel with interest in her eyes. 

Daniel smiled. “Very observant,” he replied, setting his pen down and biting off one of his gloves. He could never draw or write with them on. Bad news for his body heat. He shivered a bit, then continued sketching. “A little bit of both, poet and artist, though more of a poet. I just scribble down words and thoughts as they come to me, and they, apparently, come out sounding alright.” He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “What about you?”

“Me? Well uhm..” Kathy laughs, thumbing the lens’ of her glasses in her hands; “-I’m more into science. Mechanics. 7 dimensional calculus.” Her eyes downcast shyly, shoulders shrugging; “I’ve never been one for stuff like…that. Poetry, artsy stuff. I’ve never been good at it.”

If her grades weren’t enough to back her up…

“That’s just— boring, to me.” A laugh escapes her and she flashes him a smile; “So— yeah.”

“Oh, you’re breaking my heart, Kathy!” he said sharply, clutching his chest, and dramatically leaning back. He laughed shortly after, shaking his head. “No, don’t worry. I respect different beliefs and opinions on things, no worries. I don’t have a knack for mathematics at all, really. They’re terrible. I’m jealous of your skills.” He smiled and then closed his notebook, pulling his gloves back on. “It’s awfully freezing out. Why are you out in the cold taking photos, if you’re not into it?”

we set fire in the snow; Tom Hiddleston como Gaspard Masin.

kathystarkpeople:

Daniel laughed lightly as she joked on back with him. He relaxed back against the bench a bit, shifting his notebook into his lap. He raised an eyebrow as she asked him whether he lived here. “AH, I’m sort of in the transition stages of moving over here. Don’t live here nor there, yet. I’m planning on moving here, though. For the moment I’m living out of a hotel room, though.” He shrugged a shoulder and flipped open the notebook to an empty page. The page opposite has a mixture of scribbled words and pictures, sometimes the words forming into pictures. He dug a pen from his pocket and began sketching, hating to sit still. “You live here, I’mguessing from the accent…?”

Kathy sweeps her hair over her shoulder pulling the hat tighter over her ears. It was cold, of course- winter, New York, snow. Duh. 

Glancing at his pen and paper, she settles her hands in her lap- legs drawing up onto the bench to cross indian-style. “So what do you do? Are you like— an artist? You kinda strike me as a poet-y kind of a guy.” Kathy shifts a bit, looking towards Daniel with interest in her eyes. 

Daniel smiled. “Very observant,” he replied, setting his pen down and biting off one of his gloves. He could never draw or write with them on. Bad news for his body heat. He shivered a bit, then continued sketching. “A little bit of both, poet and artist, though more of a poet. I just scribble down words and thoughts as they come to me, and they, apparently, come out sounding alright.” He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “What about you?”