They always knew they’d end up together at the end of the line, they just hadn’t imagined it would be in this way. In hindsight, maybe they should have had some clue as to what that kooky old fortune teller meant when she said, ‘Together forever, and not a day more’.
Kyle had brushed it off as a cop out, saying the old woman had no way of knowing anything else about them-they really hadn’t given her anything to work with during their introduction and had yet to do anything more than give very short responses to inquiries she used to make her so called deductions- so she had gone with the usual thing that psychics always said. That there was someone out there that they would be with until their dying day, someone who they seemed to care about more than anyone else in their lives. He would admit that she had a unique sense of style, claiming that the two of them would be joined at the hip until the inevitable as opposed to their current girlfriends, but that was about all he was impressed by. Considering that it was nothing he didn’t already know, she was lucky to get that small bit of admiration out of him.
Shawn just didn’t see the point of putting any merit to the predictions. They might have gotten him excited when he was five, and Kyle’s mom had threatened to move hundreds of miles away if the boy’s didn’t eat their vegetables, but that was twenty years ago and the white lie was nowhere near palpable enough. Kyle was not going anywhere, and Shawn was not planning on letting any argument split up the only long lasting ‘relationship’ he had ever had in his life. If the fates had not seen fit to separate the two of them by now, it just wasn’t going to happen. So he was not to going to be inexplicably terrified of the thought of losing his best friend. While he believed that anything could happen at any given second, he also believed in facts and statistical data. The area they both lived in, the crowd they both ran with, the backgrounds they both came from, and the jobs they both had, were not conducive to a tragic outcome. They were both safe in the lives they created for themselves and as long as they were careful, it was always going to be that way.
So how they ended up here, out of breath and clutching to each other as if there was nothing left while literally staring down their demise, was pretty much a shock to both of them. Looking back on things now, it really shouldn’t have been.
(Sometimes I begin writing something, and while I decide at the end of my writing time that I like what I have so far, I never quite find a place to put it. So I put it on a shelf for later and occasionally look at it again to see if something comes to me. This is one of those times, and I still have no clue.)
Here is a test is based on Carl Jung’s and Isabel Briggs Myers’ typological approach to personality.
Here is an Enneagram personality test.
You can take them in character, or look up the different types and then assign the one that you think fits your character best.
Enjoy!
This is more for my own reference, but if anyone else finds this useful, you’re free to like/reblog it and what-not. Most of the information was either taken from various Wikipedia pages or WikiHow.
First, let’s look at the social hierarchy:
Emperor/Empress
King/Queen
Grand Duke/Grand Duchess
Grand Prince/Grand Princess
Archduke/Archduchess
Duke/Duchess
Prince/Princess
Marquis/Marchioness
Count (Earl)/Countess
Viscount/Viscountess
Baron/Baroness
Knight/Dame
Sir/Lady
When meeting royalty for the first time, always acknowledge them with a bow from the neck (not the waist) if you are a man, and a small curtsey if you are a woman. (This gesture is no longer applicable in today’s world, but if you’re writing for an earlier time period, then it’s important your character bow or curtsey).
Below is directly applicable to citizens of the U.K and Commonwealth:
Only shake the queen’s hand if she offers it to you first. If you are wearing gloves, do not remove them.
Do not begin a conversation with the queen. Instead, wait until she starts speaking to you.
When addressing royalty, finish your first reply with their formal address. For example, if a prince asks you, “How are you enjoying the United Kingdom?” you would respond “It’s wonderful, Your Royal Highness.” Each title carries a different formal address:
Emperors and Empresses are addressed as “Your Imperial Majesty” and introduced as “His/Her Imperial Majesty”.
Queens and kings are addressed as “Your Majesty.” Introduce them as “Her Majesty the Queen” (not ”Queen of England”, as she is the “Queen of the United Kingdom”, “Queen of Canada” and a long array of additional titles).
Princes and princesses are referred to “Your Royal Highness.” Introduce them as “His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales.” Any child or male line grandchild of a monarch is considered a prince or princess. The spouse of a prince is also a princess, although she is not always “Princess” Her First Name. The spouse of a princess is not always a prince. Great-grandchildren in the male line of the monarch are not considered princes or princesses. Use the courtesy titles lord or lady for these personages, addressing them as, for example, “Lady Jane” and introducing them as “Lady Jane Windsor” (unless they have a different title of their own).
Dukes and Duchesses are called “Your Grace” or “Duke/Duchess.” Introduce the duke to someone else as “His Grace the Duke of Norfolk,” the duchess as “Her Grace the Duchess of Norfolk”.
Baronets and knights, if male, are addressed as “Sir Bryan” (if his name is Bryan Thwaites) and his wife is “Lady Thwaites”. You would introduce him using his full name, “Sir Bryan Thwaites,” and his wife as “Lady Thwaites.”
Dames (the equivalent of knighthood for women - there is no female equivalent of baronetcy) are “Dame Gertrude” in conversation, and you would introduce her as “Dame Gertrude Mellon.”
Other forms of nobility (including Marquess/Marchioness, Earl/Countess, Viscount/Viscountess, Baron/Baroness) are generally addressed as, “Lord or Lady Trowbridge” (for the Earl of Trowbridge), and introduced with their appropriate title, such as “Viscount Sweet” or “Baroness Rivendell” .
Use “Sir” or “Ma’am” thereafter. If the noble uses a casual style of conversation, drop the “Sir” or “Ma’am.” Don’t make them have to ask.
This information strictly deals with meeting British peers and royalty.Other parts of the world have different systems of aristocracy, and while the British royal family’s official website notes that when meeting a member of the royal family, “There are no obligatory codes of behaviour - simply courtesy,” this is not the case for all aristocracies. Failure to observe specific codes of behaviour in some countries may result in harsh punishment.
So—— it’s always best to research the monarchy in which you are writing for. I used the U.K’s peerage system because it’s the most widely known, but don’t take it as applicable for every monarchy. Titles and protocols can differ greatly between cultures.
If any of this information is incorrect, please feel free to correct it.
Writers are forgetful, but they remember everything. They forget appointments and anniversaries, but remember what you wore, how you smelled, on your first date… They remember every story you’ve ever told them - like ever, but forget what you’ve just said. They don’t remember to water the plants or take out the trash, but they don’t forget how to make you laugh. . Writers are forgetful because they’re busy remembering the important things.
My father brought me a book today
A book that was made just for me
He showed me the way to a secret door
And then he handed me the key
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My father brought me a book today
And inside that book was a world
And in that world was adventure
In every crease, every crevice, and fold
~*~
My father brought me a book today
And he told me to guard it very well
Because villains would try to take it
And place it under their evilest spell
~*~
My father brought me a book today
Then he smiled and went out the door
My father brought me a book today
And I couldn’t have loved him more
This is my pen. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My pen is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My pen, without me, is useless. Without my pen, I am useless. I must write with my pen the truth. I must write the words and thoughts that are bursting from my mind and soul. I must write them before they kill me. I will…
What is the biggest conflict your ship faces and how do they overcome it?
How the setting looks in my head:
How the description comes out on the page: