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fuckyeahflorencewelch: florencewelchlungs: The crowd at o2....

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 23:27:43 +0100

fuckyeahflorencewelch:

florencewelchlungs:

The crowd at o2. Holy fuck!

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fire-at-night: Flo aka Queen of Bovey Castle (Source: official...

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 23:26:15 +0100

fire-at-night:

Flo aka Queen of Bovey Castle

(Source: official FATM fb)

A little touch of heavenly light - chapter2

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 23:25:35 +0100

danslesruesdelondres:

(Sorry I repost it because of a bad manipulation, the chapter was not complete O.O)

So! Hi everyone… This is my second chapter of my fic.. Thanks again to Carole who has the patience to help me for the translation (because I write this story in french).

The first chapter is here = http://danslesruesdelondres.tumblr.com/post/36204393638/hi-ive-tried-to-write-a-new-fic-here-the

thank you for reading. Hope you like it.
And of course, the facts described are a complete fiction.

X

“Here we areeee!” Grace Welch pointed at the sign indicating the metro “Trocadero”. The band ascended the few steps to the place. 

“Oh my god, it’s like the advert with Jude Law! “exclaimed Grace. The boys got out their IPhones and took some photos. They were some souvenir shops that had key rings and mini Eiffel Towers for sale. There was also a break dancing group performing impressive tricks in the centre. Isa, Florence and Grace went towards the plaza and stopped at the same level as the small statues. In turn, they took out their iPhones and cameras to capture the Eiffel Tower that stood in front of them.

 ”Come on guys, Grace said, meet you under the Eiffel Tower!” She took her sister’s hand, and ran up the stairs with her at full speed. In a few seconds they were already on the bridge leading to the “Iron Lady.”

 When they reached the bottom of the tower, Mairead went to the counter to ask for their special pass; it was one of the benefits of being, more or less, famous – reaping the rewards that came with it. They could book badges giving them access to the Tour without spending ages in the long queue until 1:30. Mairead showed the group where the lifts were and Isa ended up being stuck in one with Florence. Their eyes met. They were very close. Trying to control herself, she looked down at the bottom. This is getting worse and worse. One touch and I’m completely mesmerized, Isa thinks.

The elevator stopped on the third floor and everyone went to take pictures of the beautiful view of Paris. Isa tried to take a photo in panorama mode and Florence watched from afar. Her heart raced. Florence you fell madly in love with this girl.  The young woman pulled out her phone and took a picture of Isa overlooking Paris. Florence then tweeted the photo: “My precious machine on the summit of Paris.. X”  Isabella turned and smiled at Florence. “Come on Flo you really need to come and have a look at everything. There’s Notre Dame. .. ” Florence joined her as she said and in turn admired the view.  Some minutes later, the group descended the tower by the stairs … except Isa, Chris, Rob and Rusty.

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Wed, 05 Dec 2012 21:55:12 +0100

A little touch of heavenly light - chapter2

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 21:54:55 +0100

danslesruesdelondres:

(Sorry I repost it because of a bad manipulation, the chapter was not complete O.O)

So! Hi everyone… This is my second chapter of my fic.. Thanks again to Carole who has the patience to help me for the translation (because I write this story in french).

The first chapter is here = http://danslesruesdelondres.tumblr.com/post/36204393638/hi-ive-tried-to-write-a-new-fic-here-the

thank you for reading. Hope you like it.
And of course, the facts described are a complete fiction.

X

“Here we areeee!” Grace Welch pointed at the sign indicating the metro “Trocadero”. The band ascended the few steps to the place. 

“Oh my god, it’s like the advert with Jude Law! “exclaimed Grace. The boys got out their IPhones and took some photos. They were some souvenir shops that had key rings and mini Eiffel Towers for sale. There was also a break dancing group performing impressive tricks in the centre. Isa, Florence and Grace went towards the plaza and stopped at the same level as the small statues. In turn, they took out their iPhones and cameras to capture the Eiffel Tower that stood in front of them.

 ”Come on guys, Grace said, meet you under the Eiffel Tower!” She took her sister’s hand, and ran up the stairs with her at full speed. In a few seconds they were already on the bridge leading to the “Iron Lady.”

 When they reached the bottom of the tower, Mairead went to the counter to ask for their special pass; it was one of the benefits of being, more or less, famous – reaping the rewards that came with it. They could book badges giving them access to the Tour without spending ages in the long queue until 1:30. Mairead showed the group where the lifts were and Isa ended up being stuck in one with Florence. Their eyes met. They were very close. Trying to control herself, she looked down at the bottom. This is getting worse and worse. One touch and I’m completely mesmerized, Isa thinks.

The elevator stopped on the third floor and everyone went to take pictures of the beautiful view of Paris. Isa tried to take a photo in panorama mode and Florence watched from afar. Her heart raced. Florence you fell madly in love with this girl.  The young woman pulled out her phone and took a picture of Isa overlooking Paris. Florence then tweeted the photo: “My precious machine on the summit of Paris.. X”  Isabella turned and smiled at Florence. “Come on Flo you really need to come and have a look at everything. There’s Notre Dame. .. ” Florence joined her as she said and in turn admired the view.  Some minutes later, the group descended the tower by the stairs … except Isa, Chris, Rob and Rusty.

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bohemea: Liv Tyler

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 11:14:31 +0100

bohemea:

Liv Tyler

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danslesruesdelondres: Hi… I’ve tried to write a new fic. Here, the first chapter. I see FATM in a...

Wed, 21 Nov 2012 14:55:08 +0100

danslesruesdelondres:

Hi…
I’ve tried to write a new fic. Here, the first chapter. I see FATM in a week in Paris, so Paris was a big inspiration.
Thank you to Carole, who helps me so much, for the translation. (English is not my first language). Of course, the facts described are complete fiction.

Thank you all, for reading. I hope you ll like it. X

A little touch of heavenly light

* chapter 1 *

The first class passengers got up and one after the other, they left the aeroplane. Florence put her phone in her purse, then looked to her right: Isabella was still asleep, with her huge headphones over her ears.

“She’s beautiful”

The singer woke the woman with a little pat on her blonde head. Isa opened her eyes, gave a little grunt, and turned her head. She smiled at Flo and slowly slipped her headphones around her neck.

 “We’ve arrived, I suppose? I slept like a baby!” 

“Yes darling, everybody has already left the plane, we’re waiting.” 

The two friends gathered their belongings and headed for the exit.

Isabella and Florence searched for the rest of the band; terminal two was crowded. Florence wore a scarf and glasses, in the hope that she wouldn’t be recognised. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate her fans or people who asked for autographs, but sometimes, it felt good to return to anonymity.

“Girrrrrrrls!”  Grace Welch waved her arms rapidly.

She was surrounded by her friend Katherine, Mairead and the musicians of the band. All passed the security gate, and once outside; they got a taxi into the centre of Paris.

It was very early: 8:30 exactly. They preferred to arrive in Paris early, so they could look around the city a little as the concert took place the next day at Olympia. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much traffic, and the group arrived at the hotel at 9:30.

The hotel was called “Le Splendid”, situated next to the Arc de Triomphe; it was aptly named. It was part of the “Golden Triangle”, which meant it was one of the best places in Paris.

Florence and Isabella arrived at the door of their room and Florence passed the card into the slot. Isa and she always slept in the same room during a tour. Sometimes, there were exceptions to this, but today was not one. Florence gave an “Oh!” of surprise upon discovering the room. It truly was beautiful; the colours were white and gold. There was a small balcony, and Florence ran across the room, making her way to the small balcony which offered fantastic views of the Eiffel Tower and a large part of the city. Isa placed her bag on the desk and watched Florence from afar as she shouted out everything she could see. Florence loves Paris. The city gave her an enormous sense of freedom. Isa laughed quietly, thinking back to the time that Florence had assured her she was only a lesbian in Paris. Isa did not really if Florence had already had experiences with girls – in fact; they hardly spoke to each other about boys either. Perhaps she was little bit scared maybe, to talk about it. Because, secretly, Isabella had always had special feelings for Florence. It was a growing feeling, wanting more than friendship, and it was reciprocated by Florence. But Isa didn’t know that. At least, she wasn’t certain. And this feeling was become stronger in recent months since their US tour. “I can’t wait tonight…” thought Isa. “Stop, stop, stop.” She shook her head, as if to prevent such thoughts from entering her head. She told Florence they had to rejoin the others and explore Paris. The elevator doors opened on the lobby of The Splendid. Florence and Isa joined their friends: time to go and visit the city!  Marion, one of Grace’s French friends had joined the group, accompanied by her boyfriend Denis. They would guide them during the day. When you haven’t got a lot of time to visit a city, it’s better to be in good company.  

“Montmartre, here we come!!!” Cried Grace.

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florencewelchisabear: HJASHDJKASLDASKL SO PERFECT ADHAJSLK

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 17:57:38 +0100

florencewelchisabear:

HJASHDJKASLDASKL SO PERFECT ADHAJSLK

bohemea: Daryl Hannah in Kill Bill Vol. 2

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 17:57:15 +0100

bohemea:

Daryl Hannah in Kill Bill Vol. 2

bohemea: Corpse Bride

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 21:24:29 +0100

bohemea:

Corpse Bride

“I’m always attracted to the big things because I feel like...

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 21:23:51 +0100

“I’m always attracted to the big things because I feel like they last. You know sex, time, death, violence. There is never going to be like an updated version of death, is there? You can’t get like the “new death” or the “new updated version of love or pain.” They’re eternal. And I think we are always trying to to find new ways of not feeling them but they keep cropping up.”

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