What My Boredom Leads To

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

♕ the prince has his suspicions that you love him, and is relentless in his teasing; but what you don't know is that he loves you as well ♕ Tolkienverse | Middle Earth | (Pre) The Hobbit | Thranduil | One-Shot | Reader Insert | Tumblr Request Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own The Hobbit nor Thranduil. All rights goes to J.R.R. Tolkien.

After a nightmare, Mokuba goes to look for his brother to assure himself that Seto wouldn't leave him. One-Shot. Brotherly Love. Kaiba Brothers fluff.

Books, books, and unfortunately- more books. With summer vacation ticking away, Russell Caldwell is stuck in the meaningless world of classic paperback novels, and babbling-walking-eighty-year-old-zombies. Nothing can possibly save him from the hell that is Riverway's local library...until he spots a mystery girl. [COMPLETE]

What happens when a music theatre lover somehow gets transported into the world of her recent obsession, Dear Evan Hansen? **Main character is a 16-year-old girl with social anxiety disorder who loves DEH, but pretty much everything else is left vague.

That's a really nice picture of Ben though. HELLO HELLO HELLO. This is just gonna be an irregularly updated book full of memes, pictures, gifs, one shots, and me just freaking out about Newsies. BRACE YOURSELVES.

Yeah I'm not exactly sure what's happening here, but most of this is junk that floats around my head on a Daily bases. Or it's homework from my theatre classes, that too.

"Every fairytale begins in the rain." When you run into an old bookshop in the middle of Paris to escape a storm, who knows who you might meet there. {Written 2014.}