Somebody text Trent, Hit the Gallery - Daniella
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No sé cómo es la frase esa de que “lo mejor es enemigo de lo bueno”. El caso es que uno quiere hacer las cosas taaaan bien, q al final no las hace. Así q sea como sea, abro nuevo Tumbrl después d 8 ó 10 años que abriera el anterior (y q revisando ahora me ha llenado los ojos de lagrimas de recordar tantos y tan buenos momentos con mi gente).
En cierto modo ha sido idea de Dani (ya iré escribiendo sobre él, pero resumiendo mucho es el mejor regalo que 2022 me ha hecho). Pues eso, q a raíz de una anécdota bonita que me ha pasado esta tarde me ha animado a escribirla. Y “uniendo los puntos hacia atrás” como aprendí de Steve Job, he recordado q eso ya lo había hecho antes, y q x las circunstancias de mi vida… hoy y ahora me viene genial retomarlo.
theBestof2022 es el sitio para contar lo bueno de cada día, y mirar al mundo con el positivismo que desde chico me ha caracterizado, aunq últimamente lo pierda con más frecuencia de la que debo y me gustaría.
Arrancamos! Gracias Daniiii, porque si esto prospera la idea ha sido tuya! 🫶♥️
En el audio dice: “se me ha ocurrido, en plan, dirás… este zumbao que dice..con este tipo de cosillas hacer como pequeñas historias que te pasen, así como un minidiario cada día. Puede quedar guay, sabes?” 😊🥰
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NAME: Aspen Keller
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man / He/Him
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 31 years old / May 21st
HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, NY
TIME IN WESTERLY: 6 years
RESIDENCE: Watch Hill
OCCUPATION: Novelist
MY LOVE SHOULD BE CELEBRATED, BUT YOU —— tolerate it.
Trigger Warnings: Domestic violence, age gap relationship and gaslighting.
When a twenty-six year old neighbor moved into Watch Hill, some families were weary of a new generation imposing on their unspoken morals. However, the family that came along with him fit perfectly. Two children and a renowned publisher as a mother to ensure the tight frame of the neighborhood's expectation dissipated all weariness. The boticcino tile and crown molding would hold the couple together, too. It made it easier to instill the facade that their love was built on more than a waning vow, false security, and a need to cover their mess because pastels stained with ease.
That twenty-six year old is often forgotten, though. Aspen Keller sits in the Rhode Island home on the balcony that faces the yard and pool, dressed in linen, with no more than the crackle of a lighter and a hidden cigarette alongside the clicking of keys. His haven has made him a recluse since the day he moved in under the guise that his wife would make a move devoted to creating a haven for his creative mind. It would take him six years to realize the doors were no more than the gilded gates of a cage.
Aspen came from the bustling pace of Brooklyn, New York with a twenty-seven minute subway ride to NYU's campus. There his work in literature and storytelling capture not just the interest but the heart of a professor. He was guided into the menagerie of a friend of his teacher's looking for new voices, and it was her who would carefully pave his path to success as a romance novelist. Hidden desires and sweet nothings inspired the tales he wished he could share with her but never said aloud, until his first book was sold his senior year of college and in turn an engagement ring bought. It was all heart and no thought, and both were captivated by the heavy hand of heart over mind. She took his hand and guided him to every right turn, steady and eager, to a career she wished she could have. Her pride was stronger than her pride until she believed he was getting lost in the glamour of it all. Her wisdom tasted like poison in his mouth as he had doubts of her guidance, leading to strain until his career took a fracture he needed her to fix. Upon it, she placed another crack to gain control. Their first child took his attention and his muse, but it would take more for him to part ways with the ideal concept of love in his head. Another babe didn't fix their relationship, but it did bind Aspen to their home while his wife went off with her career.
Aspen began to believe that they were devoted to their professions more than each other, and in the thought of divorce, his wife made a desperate move. She gave him every turn of her head and every spark in her eye in hopes of gaining his favor again. He felt not like her prodigy, but almost her muse as much as she used to be his. She placed him on a pedestal and relocated their family to Westerly in hopes of instilling an order she could knot the way she wanted. Her love began to wither in the name of her rule. The smiles she kissed on to his lips became pinched between her fingers. She slowly shackled him to the house in the name of giving him the power to write his novels, though it was no more than entrapment. Aspen lost all of his self fortune in her abandonment of his dreams and was completely reliant to her, and in her debt. He lives under her thumb, with the maroon hues to prove it, but he believes this is what must stay away from chapter books and loose lips.
It's only in the last year that he's found love outside of his marriage that is sweeter than anything he's had with her. He is weaving the faith that despite all the comfort and luxuries she's awarded him, could he be worth more? The guilt still stings at not thinking what she's given him is enough, but the love is empty and it burns in a way that leaves a scar. He's living for the hope that he can be saved by the perfect kiss, even if he has to make his being the right shape to fit hers.
Portrayed by DYLAN O’BRIEN, written by DANII.
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