I’ll be spending 12 hours at an airport next Saturday/Sunday. Does anyone have ideas how I could kill time there?:D I’ll arrive at 11pm and depart at 11am, so I’ll be there all night and trotting around city isn’t going to happen.
I already have:
- My sketchbook, duh
- A novel
- My phone (but I don’t want its battery to die.)
That’s it, I think. Any ideas, please? I’m going to die for boredom otherwise.
As an artist:
My archenemy #1: perspective
My archenemy #2: buildings
these two things may have some connection.
Glee will be filming at the Cravens Estate (Dalton set) on September 12, 15, and 16 for episodes 6x01 and 6x02
Rating: Tentative R
Word Count: 6000
Warnings: Panic attacks, nightmares, attempted suicide (implicit overdose), hospitalization, kidnapping, violence.
- the interruption of a settled and peaceful condition.
- the disruption of healthy functioning
Link to Art: Here
A/N: This fic is inspired structurally and, to an extent, content-wise by Sarah Kane’s 4:48 Psychosis. It’s not necessary to know the play to read the fic, but if you do know it you’ll notice several references to the text hidden (and not-so-hidden) within. It’s not a 4:48 AU, more an homage to one of my favourite playwrights. It was a real trial to write at times but I’m glad I did.
I tried my best to get the medical stuff in this right. I did a lot of research, but I have no first hand experience and so there may be some inaccuracies.
“Some will call this self-indulgence
(they are lucky not to know its truth)
Some will know the simple fact of pain
This is becoming my normality”
Sarah Kane, 4:48 Psychosis.
Blaine wakes up with his heart racing.
Blaine always wakes up with his heart racing.
The familiar dip in the bed beside him isn’t there.
Kurt isn’t there.
He opens his eyes but it’s just as dark and he frantically looks around for a spot of light to tell him that he isn’t blind.
There’s a thin strip of light forcing its way through the crack underneath the door and Blaine’s heart keeps racing.
If he listens, he thinks he can hear noises outside the room, but it could just as easily be the blood pounding in his ears.
He gets out of bed and his knees almost buckle.
He walks slowly, carefully.
He doesn’t make a sound.
Just in case.