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Шотландия даде Sevens на света… така че защо преминаваме към Team GB?

Шотландия даде Sevens на света… така че защо преминаваме към Team GB? #Ръгби #ръгби7

Мисля, че мъжете и жените на Шотландия дадоха своя принос в един отличен турнир по Ръгби 7 на Игрите на Британската общност, като и двата отбора завършиха на шесто място. Подозирам, че и двата отбора по Sevens може да са имали различна мотивация, предвид ужасното решение на Шотландския ръгби съюз по нареждане на Световното ръгби да напусне Световните серии по Sevens и да се слее с Англия и Уелс в…

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Froot Cups, 7353 Melrose Ave, Unit D, Los Angeles (Fairfax), CA 90046

Froot Cups is a dessert shop with some Mexican flavors. Choose from mini pancakes, Dole soft serve (four flavors a day), fruit cups, parfaits, acai, and smoothies. There’s a wide range of toppings to choose from or you can choose their signature combinations.

Soft serve: Small ($6.50)/ Medium ($7.50)/ Large ($10.50)

Toppings cost extra, from $0.50 to $2, and include fruits, berries, exotic fruits, seasoning, cereal, nuts, seeds, dried fruit, crumbles, and drizzle.

Pineapple & strawberry Dole Whip ($6.50 + $0.75 for strawberries + $1 for hemp seeds): The soft serve portion was generous but I didn’t get more than one strawberry. I did get a good amount of hemp seeds. The soft serve texture was nice – very smooth. Both flavors had some tang. They are non-dairy, so they’re not creamy, but they didn’t seem overly icy either. However, the strawberry soft serve did not taste like real strawberries. Both flavors had an artificial aftertaste. The creation looked very nice.

Service was friendly. She provided samples of all the Dole Whip flavors. However, the employee insisted that Dole Whip is frozen yogurt. It has no live and active cultures. It is not froyo.

The interior is simple but cheerful, with bright orange and blue walls. Froot Cups is in a small strip mall with its own parking. They have a rewards program.

3.5 out of 5 stars.

By Lolia S.

[cherriesformatt]

vlog day || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: you said yes to being in the vlog while spending time with ur best friends and your boyfriend.

warnings: none

word count: 1,1k

a/n: have a good day ily

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“Are you filming already?” I asked sitting at the table and putting stuff in my purse.

I was cleaning it because I couldn’t find my favorite lipstick anywhere.

“Yes, you said it’s okay if we film the vlog with you right?” Nick asked me and I nodded.

“Yes, yes look guys!” I looked at the camera and brought a gift bag closer to me.

“So I said few days back that I wasn’t feeling that good lately like you know mentally because I had a lot of work and stress. I came in here this morning and this was on the table with my name on it” I showed the bag.

“Look what Chris and Nick got me” I laughed showing the camera the coffee cup with triplets photos on it.

“We know you love coffee so… you know you can look every morning at people who brings you joy in your life” Nick laughed behind the camera.

“Yes and you know what’s the funniest part? They only put one photo of Matt” I said and stood up when I saw Chris coming up with the new Dr Pepper.

“It’s finally here people let’s try it” he said.

“He is constantly talking about it let’s just get over it” I whispered to the camera.

“I found your lipstick honey… oh your filming already?” Matt came from his room.

“Aww Matt you’re not beating lover boy allegations ever again” Chris laughed at him but Matt only rolled his eyes and gave me the lipstick.

“Thank you Matt” I smiled and wanted to peck his lips but I didn’t.

I didn’t want to push that I was already in the vlog. But I was exited and I said yes because us four actually didn’t spent time together for a long time now. So I was excited for some fun with my boyfriend and his brothers.

“Ladies first….”Chris gave me the can.

“Okay because if I die it’s on you…” I say and I took a sip.

It wasn’t bad but also it wasn’t my favorite.

“Meh… it’s okay but I think you and Nick will like it” I gave it back to Chris.

He made his brothers try and they had a talk about it while I went to put my converse on.

When we got into the car I sat in the back with Nick so Chris could be in front of the camera.

“So we don’t know where we’re going yet” Chris said to the camera and we all looked at it surprised it’s on.

“What? I thought we can decide on camera…” he said.

“Let’s go to Melrose I want Happy Ice” Nick said and I clapped my hands.

“Yes! Happy Ice and pizza I’m in” I said and buckled my sit belt.

We were driving with Chris talking all the time and Matt crying about every dog we pass.

“When you explain something is impossible to know what you’re talking about… it’s like I spy game with 5 years old” I told Chris.

“Well I wanted to edge on…”He started.

“Oh you want us to edge you a little? Okay…”Matt said and I gasped.

“Matthew….”I hit his arm playfully.

“Don’t even start y/n” he said and looked at me in the mirror and I winked at him.

“Anyways… how much longer? I need to peepee” I said looking at maps.

“Oh my god you’re worst than Chris sometimes babe” Matt said.

I looked at him and laughed.

“What?” I asked.

“Guys.. that’s what y/n always does. 20 minutes before we left she said she needs to pee but instead going to the bathroom she did like 100 other things and she forgot to go and its like that every time we go out” Matt said.

“Woow sir what is this? Telling each other icks or what?” Nick asked looking at us.

“I would say about her hair in the bathroom everywhere” Matt added.

“Fair enough… I would say about your hair in the sink after you shave and we would be even” I laughed.

“And I would say your underwear under my couch when you guys forget you don’t live alone” Nick said and I covered my mouth with my hand.

“Shut up it was once” I said.

“Nah like three times” Chris said and I covered my whole face with my hands.

“We not putting this in the video and stop making her uncomfortable” Matt laughed.

“We were uncomfortable!” Nick yelled.

“Okay done with my sex life let’s talk about the weather or about how ugly is this persons outfit” I said when we stopped on red.

“Omg but look they are so cute having photo shoot together” Nick said and I smiled.

“Awww look how he’s holding her stuff for her” I said.

When we got to the pizza place I ordered for us and looked at the boys filming in the corner.

“Matt please don’t do that it actually sends shivers down my spine “I told him looking at him opening the water bottle with his teeth.

“Here I need to go to the bathroom” I gave him order numer and went into the toilet.

We ate in the car talking shit about people and than we got to the happy ice and I was holding the camera.

“Guys if he won’t take cherry for me I’m going to break up with him. I told him he needs to guess what I want” I whispered to the camera.

“Here I bought cherry flavored for you?” He came up to me with the desert and I smiled.

“Ah still need that anniversary gift then” I said to the camera when Matt took it from me and looked at me confused but I only smiled at him.

We walked around while we ate and then we came back to the car. While we were driving I saw a very handsome guy and me an Nick made a funny face in the same time looking after him.

“This guy was so hot!!” Nick yelled and I gave him high 5.

“ I knew you’re going to say that!” Chris said.

“y/n I’m not talking to you anymore” Matt said and I made a sad face.

“You love me Matty he was like 4 you are a 10” I said and he smiled.

“So technically you think I’m a 10?” Chris asked.

“Well yes but then you open your mouth” I said and everyone laughed.

When we came home I took my shoes off and sat down on the couch when boys finished up the video.

“Okay we’re done… that was fun thanks for coming with us and filming” nick said and he sat down next to me.

“I had fun too! I hope everyone is not going to kill me for being in the video” I said.

“They’re going to love you” he said and I smiled.

“Movie night?” Matt asked from the kitchen.

“Movie night!” I said happily.

He smiled and me and I hugged a pillow close to me. I was so relaxed after spending day with them. Nick was right. They were my favorite humans in the whole world.

[planetwaynez]

RUNRUNRUN

Stalker!Jason Todd X Fem!reader

Notes: I was at the gym today and RUNRUNRUN by Dutch Melrose started playing and I just got this thought about Jason being a stalker. So this is heavily inspired by that song and by Devil's Night by Penelope Douglas. Also this is my first smut, so please be kind <3

WARNINGS: SMUT! stalking behavior, toxic thoughts, toxic behavior, explicit sex scene, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of being stalked, mentions of stalking, breaking in, non consensual consensual recording, chasing someone in the woods, crude words, stalker!Jason, he is kind of a misogynistic guy... if there is more, let me know, I might have missed something! +18! Enjoy <3

Words: 3,4k

Synopsis: He can't control himself anymore, after months of watching you he has to have you all to himself.

TAGS: @fandxmslxt69 @iglowinggemma28

The neon lights give the house an eerie look, the music is loud and the young Uni students are high or drunk at this point. But I am not. I keep my gaze on her and I know that just not drunk or high, she is always sober. I know her like I know myself, and I know I can't wait anymore to have her under me.

Her costume is ridiculously cute, the white flowy dress with fake blood splashed in it makes her look like a predator even though she is my prey. She just doesn't know it. The ripped veil is sitting perfectly in her braided hair and her heels gave her legs a delicate look. She is the most beautiful corpse bride of this stupid Halloween party. 

My grip tights in my plastic cup when I see a guy approaching my girl, he is clearly flirting with what is mine and I feel anger boil in my stomach. I want to go there, grab her by the waist and drag her to my apartment and do unspeakable things to my little one. But not yet. I need her alone and tonight is the perfect night to finally have her.

I've been watching her for months. I know the way she likes her coffee in the morning, what is her favorite sandwich, what is her favorite shirt and her favorite pair of shoes. I know she doesn't wear her glasses when she is home, even though she needs them. I know her week schedule and her favorite classes and which one she is failing. I love to watch her through the cameras I put in her apartment. I love to see her dancing around the kitchen or to watch her pleasuring herself in the shower after a frustrating date with a stupid guy. She doesn't know yet but I am the only one for her.

I watch as her friend goes upstairs with a random guy and my little one stays alone in the corner, with her bottle of water and her cute outfit. I walk slowly to her, taking off the paintball mask I am using tonight, it's red and black and it looks like I slit someone's throat and it splashed on it. It 's perfect. 

"What are you doing all alone here, corpse bride?" I ask with a friendly smile on my face, she looks at me and she smiles. I know how she likes to be persuade, and I won't waste my opportunity. 

"My friend ditched me for some guy" she answers, turning her whole body in my direction, giving me her full attention. 

"That's too bad, you look too pretty to be all alone by yourself" she laughs, in that way that I know she's flirting. And it's with me. 

"Do you think so?" She asks, lining in my direction so I can smell her additive perfume. I want to throw her on my shoulder and flee with her. Instead I take a deep breath and smile again.

"I do, Little One" I step closer, wanting to touch her but I let her choose what comes next. 

She opens her mouth to say something when someone calls her, it's one of her friends and they want to go home, after all it's almost 3A.M and I know she has an important place to be tomorrow with her mom. 

"Sorry, big guy, I have to go" and she steps back, still smiling and walking backwards to her friends. I fist my hands, I had her. I had her and now she is leaving. 

I watch her go to her friend's car and put my mask back on, I jump on my bike and go after her. I need to know she is going home and I will be there when she comes to our future home.

…

I wait patiently in her room, in the corner sitting in her desk chair, surrounded by her perfume making my head drown in thoughts of her.

I hear the front door open and her giggles with her friends, then there's just the sound of her feet on the cold floor of the apartment. 

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, savoring the moment. She opens her bedroom door and flicks the light on.

I am still wearing my mask and I open my eyes to see her at the door, frozen with fear. This is going to be fun.

"This is not fun, Kyle," she says. Oh, stupid Kyle, her friend that loves pranks. She thinks I am him? That 's insulting. "You need to stop with your pranks"

I just keep breathing and look at her, she doesn't move either, my little one stays at the door, staring at me. Under the mask, I smirk.

"Kyle?" She asks again, her feet moving away from the bedroom. I stand up, stalking her like a predator stalks a prey and I can already sense her fear. 

"You really need to stop this, Kyle" she keeps backtracking, with her hand up, sweat trailing down her throat. I really want to grab her throat while I fuck her senseless. 

"You know I am not him, baby" I say, my voice deeper than normal from being silent for a long time. She gulps and takes a run to the living room door. 

I go after her and, right before she gets to her freedom I grab her by her arms, throwing her at the ground. 

"Who are you?" She asks and I tsk with my tongue at her, such a silly little girl. 

"This doesn't need to be so difficult, you know?" I say, crunching down to talk to her, near her pretty face. "You just gotta be a good girl for me" 

She shivers and tries to escape again, but I pin her down with my own body. I need to suppress a moan when I finally feel her so close. 

"Please let me go" she whispers, begging so pretty for her freedom, however I don't intend to give it back to her.

"Sorry, Little One, but I can't" I get close to her, closer to her neck and inhaling her perfume. "You are mine now."

She cries out, desperately trying to get out of my grip. I chuckle and just for fun, let her go. 

She gets on her feet and takes a deep breath and looks at me with all the determination she can gather inside her. Cute.

I stand between her and her door, but I know my Little One and she launches herself to her window, to get to the fire escape staircase. I let her, because I know she won't be able to reach the street. My intentions are to take her to the woods, behind her apartment building. 

I let her go and give her a minute of advantage, calmly I go to the window and climb down stairs, looking at her distress, before she can gather herself and run in the direction of the street, I stand in front of her, her head is low and she's catching her breath. She looks up and visibly shrinks.

"You have fifteen seconds of advantage, Little One. After that, I am going after you" she gasps and tries to go in the opposite direction, but I push her back. She falls into the floor, her butt hitting the concrete and she whimpers. "Remember what I said? This doesn't have to be difficult, just do what I say."

She gets up and looks behind her, taking a deep breath, she runs for the woods and I howl watching my little one be my good girl. 

I walk slowly to the woods, taking my time and letting her advantage be taken, even though I know fifteen seconds are nothing. There's not a single thing that will keep her from me.

So when I get to the edge of the woods I howl once again and run to where I know she went. 

…

My girl is predictable, I know she will stick with the trailed path of the wood that runners and wickers use, so I have to be the bad guy once again.

I am close to her, she is panting and probably crying her pretty eyes out, she's also filled with hope that by the end of the trail she will find help. However that won't happen. 

I get her in my arms once again and she finally screams. With everything that she got so I put my hand in her mouth, silencing her and throwing her in the woods ground. She looks at me and I can see the anger in her eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" She knows why I am doing this, she is not a dummy like most people think. 

"You know why I am doing this" I reply, watching every move of hers attentively. She stands up, backtracking until she is against a tree and I walk to her, her eyes are focused on me and only me. That makes me feel like the king of the world, having her attention.

"Because you are crazy." She says, and I sigh. Not the right answer. 

"Try again, Little One" she looks away, tears in her eyes and her brief moment of confidence shattering. I don't like this.

"I know who you are," she sniffs, holding back her tears. Her hair is a mess and I just want to hold her in my arms. "You are the guy that put the cameras in my apartment."

I smile. I knew she would remember. 

A month ago my pretty girl found one of my cameras and from there, she was smart enough to find the other ones. She didn't take them out. She left them there.

"Exactly. I am also the guy from the party" she gasps and looks at me again, I can't see her pulse quickening in neck and I need to wet my lips to not devour her right here.

"The guy with the teal eyes." Oh, was I so remarkable to her? I smirk. I suppose I was. I suppose I am.

"Yes, baby, so if you remember me so well and know about the cameras and never took them off, why are you running?" She gulps. She is searching for a way out. 

I step just a little bit closer, just close enough that our breathings are mixing together. 

"You like the chase as much as I do, don't you?" I ask but she doesn't answer, my little one just runs again, this time further into the woods.

And I go after her. Because she can complain as much as she wants, run away as much as she wants, if she didn't want me she would have called the cops when she found out about the cameras. She is just as mad as I am.

…

She's hidden somewhere in the woods. The moon is higher in the sky and it seems like the night got darker as time went on. Have been chasing her for almost an hour by now and I know she's tired. She's a sedentary, a moment or another she will crumble. Her body will give into its urges.

I step into dead leaves and tree branches on purpose. I want her to hear me and I want her to know where I am. 

In the quiet of the night she made a mistake, her breathing got louder and I know she is hidden behind a big tree, just a few steps away from me. I walk to her and she runs. Again. 

I like the chase, but I am getting tired of her running from me. My patience is over.

I run faster than her and grab her throat, pushing her body against mine. She takes a deep breath and stops squirming, we are in the middle of the woods, just the two of us.

"You are mine now, Little One." I tell her and she does exactly what she should have done earlier. She gives in.

Her body relaxes against mine and she whimpers. "I can't lie to you, I've been enjoying your attention." 

That makes my cock harder on my pants and I growl against her ear.  "I know. And I enjoyed every single show that you performed for me" I tell her and she squirms, trying to turn around. 

"Please, I've been dying to know your name" I turn her to me and pin her against a tree, my hand still on her neck. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes glossy. 

I take off my mask and let her see me, my little one wets her lips and arch her back, trying to get closer and closer.

"Jason" I answer her and I love the smile that crosses her face. 

"Jason" she moans, closing her eyes and enjoying my name on her tongue. "I finally have a name to call out." 

I growl again, pushing myself against her making her open her legs, letting me rest my hard on against her covered pussy. 

"Oh, Little One… I can't wait to have you" with one hand I caressed her bottom lip and the other goes to her hair. 

"From me you can't have everything you want, Jason" And I kiss her, open mouthed, our tongues touching and her hands grabbing my hair. Our hips moving together. I need her.

One of my hands goes to her right breast, holding it and flicking her perked nipple through the fabric of her flimsy dress. She moans so prettily against my lips. 

"Please" she bags as I distance myself from her, memorizing her features and her lustful look.

"Please what, baby?" I kiss her neck, biting and licking, making her whimper and move her body against me.

"Please, take my dress off" I mumble happily, taking her dress slowly, enjoying the view. 

I know what she's wearing underneath, I watched her get dressed through the cameras. But still, I stop and lick my lips, loving the view. No bra, just white lacy panties that barely cover her. I let my hand travel through her body until they are on her ass cheeks, hoist her up and make her cross her legs on my waist.

I rip off her panties, and she closes her eyes, biting her lower lip. She looks beautiful.

I let myself enjoy some more and collect her wetness on two of my thick fingers, playing with her clit and making her whimper and beg for more.

"Please, Jason, please!" I loved hearing her begging when I watched her in the shower but hearing her bag me? Calling out my name? It makes me want to eat her alive.

"So pretty, Little One" I tell her, moving my fingers slowly, putting just enough pressure on her clit. "I can't wait to have your pretty pussy gripping my cock."

She moans moving her hips, trying to get more. I slide two fingers inside her, feeling her walls tight around them. I grunt, controlling myself. 

"Jason" she moans with a smile on her face and I lower my head, biting her ear lobe, her neck and finally sucking one of her nipples on my mouth, moaning with her sweet taste and soft skin. One of her hands grips my hair and the other one my arm, moaning and whimpering for me and just for me.

I watch her throw her head back and shout, coming on my fingers. "Good girl, just like that" 

She shivers and opens her eyes, they are still full of lust and raw need. "I need your cock, Jason, please." 

I need to suppress a moan when she says that, so sweet to me. So good. It took time to make her behave, but now? She is just perfect. 

"My baby needs to be fucked?" She nods, her doe eyes glassy and needy. "I will fuck you really good, Little One" I will fuck her until she forgets about her name, or about any other guy. Until it is just me in her pretty little head. 

I take off my shirt and she lets her hands loose, caressing and ranking her nails on my skin. Her lips are on my neck, giving me a hickey here and there and I hold her by her waist, strong enough to leave handprints on her. 

"Baby" I call her, yanking her head back by her hear and looking at her fuck out expression. I haven't even started yet. 

I kiss her hungrily, letting my tongue slide against hers, my teeth biting her lips, her body moving to feel mine even more. Her bare breasts touching my bare chest. I feel good, too good. 

I break the kiss, taking off my pants and my boxers, letting my cock spring free, hard and proud. 

She whines "it's too big". I arch an eyebrow and let my cock slide against her wet pussy, and she is already squirming, trying to get more and more.

"I will fit" I tell her, holding her throat in my hand. "You are made for me, Little One" 

She shivers and there is that look in her eyes. That look that drowned me in the first place. That raw need, to be touched, to be seen and needed.

"Was I?" She asks and I smile, playing with her lips. "Yes" I answer, moving my hips, letting my cock feel all of her pussy.

Making her a needy mess. Slowly I slide inside her, holding her neck slightly tighter, feeling her walls squeezing me so deliciously.  She whimpers and moves, a few tears running down her pretty face.

Mine. 

She 's all mine. 

I bottom out, feeling like I finally found my place in the world. And its between her legs. 

"You are so perfect, baby" I prise, playing with her nipples, making her moan and move her hips, fucking herself on my cock.

"Jason!" That's all I need, my girl screaming my name while she fucks herself on my cock.

"Such a greedy girl, aren't you?" One of my hands stays playing with one of her nipples, the other one holds her neck. I want to leave bruises on her that she won't forget next morning that I was the one inside her. "Can't wait for me? Can't be a good girl?" I ask moving my hips away and then slamming back in, making her arch her back and scream, her nails streaming down my back, leaving marks of her own. 

"I..I can be… your good…girl" she says between moans and whimpers, her eyes closed.

"So be a good girl and watch me fuck you" reluctantly she opens her eyes, looking at me, making an effort to not close them again, making an effort to pleasure me. 

I growl next to her face, keeping eye contact with her, my hips moving fast and hard against hers. I move one of my hands to her clit and play with it, moving in the same pace as my hips, my little one moaning and trying not to close her eyes.

"Go on little one, scream for me" and she screams my name, moving her hips with mine, her eyes full of lust and need. I want to fuck her forever. 

"I… Jason!" She moans, her pussy tight against me, fluttering around my cock and making me moan too. "I am coming!" 

"Come for me, Little One, be a good girl and make a mess on my cock" I tell her and kiss her lips, feeling her come around me. I grunt, painting her walls with my cum.

We stop, breathing hard and looking at each other. I analyze her face, cheeks red and eyes glossy. She looks thoroughly fucked out. 

"You ok, baby?" I ask her and she smiles, her hands playing with my hair. 

"More than ok" she says, giving me a pack on the lips. My heart flutters and I just want to lay down with her.

"Good" I properly kiss her, hands on her waist and our hearts beating together. "You did so well, baby" 

She mumbles something  happily, her arms around my shoulders. "Take me home, Jason" 

"I will" I put her on the ground and dress her then dress myself hugging her close to my body. "I finally have you, I won't let you go."

"Please, don't. I've been waiting for you." 

I get her in my arms and I carry her back home, so I can't have her on every surface of the house just to myself. 

[dyannawynnedayne]

Which character parallel is your favorite?

Sansa and Brienne: art by @melrosing (1, 2)

Asha and Arianne: art by @kraehenkunst (1, 2)

Sansa and Brienne

Lover of Singers

"There was always a singer at Evenfall Hall when I was a girl," Brienne said quietly. "I learned all the songs by heart." "Sansa did the same, though few singers ever cared to make the long journey north to Winterfell." I told her there would be singers at the king's court, though. I told her she would hear music of all sorts, that her father could find some master to help her learn the high harp. Oh, gods forgive me . . .

ACOK, Catelyn VI

Asha and Arianne

Fighting to Maintain their Position

Arianne knew better. If Quentyn has the Golden Company behind him . . . "Beneath the gold the bitter steel," was their cry. You will need bitter steel and more, brother, if you think to set me aside. Arianne was loved in Dorne, Quentyn little known. No company of sellswords could change that.

AFFC, The Queenmaker

"Peace," said Asha. "Land. Victory. I'll give you Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore, black earth and tall trees and stones enough for every younger son to build a hall. We'll have the northmen too . . . as friends, to stand with us against the Iron Throne. Your choice is simple. Crown me, for peace and victory. Or crown my nuncle, for more war and more defeat." She sheathed her dirk again. "What will you have, ironmen?" "VICTORY!" shouted Rodrik the Reader, his hands cupped about his mouth. "Victory, and Asha!"

AFFC, The Drowned Man

[my-shields-are-down]

Octopus 🐙

REMEMBER: ONE WORD PROMPT = CHENFORD ONE SHOT

========== Tim was driving his girls to school and work one morning.

Normally they’d hop on Franklin and zip across town missing the most of traffic, but with the first Republican Presidential candidate debates happening tonight downtown, half the main thoroughfares were blocked forcing all the locals onto the same cross town streets: Beverly, Melrose, Wilshire and Olympic. Somehow they had ended up on Melrose inching along through the design district, miscellaneous fashion houses and restaurants peppered between tourist traps and hookah lounges.

Diana, who at age 11 -soon to be 12 - was poised to rule the world, notices the sign first.

What once had been a flagship Vans store, was now transformed into a two story sushi restaurant. The second floor had been converted into an outdoor garden deck with a massive steel pergola and covered in every color cherry blossom; guests could sit in booths or at the main sashimi counter plucking raw delicacies from the ever moving track around the bar. The street facing, first floor wall once covered by floor-to-ceiling windows, now looms over pedestrians strolling by - a solid black wall of dark mahogany, broken only by a 7’ x 7’ red door and a massive digital video screen.

“Mom!” Diana gasped. “They turned on the sign - LOOK AT THAT!!”

Lucy, who has been reading boring but important work emails, turned to glance past Tim and saw a giant red octopus on the screen (see image above), it’s tentacles appearing to press up against the screen and freeze - while a black message appeared, overlaying the giant mythical beast:

寿司 ー 刺し身 ー Tako

“Yep - Tako is the name of the restaurant and Japanese for Octopus! Mom - we HAVE to go there! We never do anything cool, and going there? Sitting up on the roof, with celebrities and influencers? Oh man, that’d be so cool!” I bet Uncle Aaron could get us a reservation there.”

Lucy and Tim share a quick smile and rolling of the eyes at their daughter who was barreling along into her teenage years desperate to be “cool” especially since her parents, apparently, had been officially deemed “not cool.”

“Di - do you even like sushi? Your nose gets all scrunched up any time your mom offers you any of her take-out?” Tim asks his daughter, internally chuckling at the image in his mind.

Whereas their eldest son had Lucy’s coloring and his height and eyes, their daughter had his mom’s gorgeous dark blond hair with copper highlights, Lucy’s eyes, smile and curves and some of Tim’s height. Their youngest, TJ, was a mix of Lucy’s Black Irish Bio-dad and Tim’s blond-Ken-doll dad. TJ’s eye shape was the only physical resemblance to Lucy. Deep, crystal clear, mossy green eyes and thick black wavy hair. Both Kai and TJ loved anything from the sea. Diana, like her Dad, was more likely to sneer out of the corners of their eyes at the sushi.

“Who says I’m going to eat anything raw? Bleah. No, I’ll eat edamame and tempura shrimp and seaweed salad and go to be near all that fame and fortune. That’s the goal - to hob and knob with people.”

Lucy turns to Tim and suppresses a giggle - “Hob. And knob” she mouths to Tim. Their girl was gearing up to give them a wild ride through their teenage years. Diana films the octopus gliding across the big screen for herself and sends a copy to her little brother because he’d love it.

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When Lucy got home that night after a relatively uneventful shift, she found the main interior lights dimmed. Her “mom hearing” lets her know her kids are all home, safe and sound. But her husband is not where she expects to find him - in the kitchen, reading the paper, with entertainment news playing quietly in the background.

She puts the take out bags on the counter, along with her purse and keys. She then moves to the secret safe in the pantry and locks her badge and gun behind the peanut butter cups. She knows Tim is home, because she parked behind his truck on the driveway, but he hasn’t yet greeted her with a hug and kiss. Weird.

The dogs, however, sensing a new person who might give them treats came rushing at her from the far corners of the house where her kids were doing whatever after dinner, they all promptly sat down when Lucy told them to, and each received a cow’s ear to chew on, heading back out to hang with their person for the rest of the night.

Each Bradford (including Tim & Lucy) adopted a pup from the pound in memory of Kojo - king of canines. A picture of Lucy, Tim and Kojo sits prominently on the fireplace mantel with the rest of the family photos.

Lucy and Tim’s dogs were a hilarious brother and sister duo - Alaskan Klee Kais who had ridiculous personalities. Think mini huskies, Tim’s dog - Vivian- and Lucy’s dog - Elvis - were polar opposites. Vivian would usually be found on the back of the sofa in the game room with the boys, front legs crossed and thrilled to be part of the action. where Elvis followed Tim around all day long whining, moaning and complaining that he was being treated unfairly. Although lately, he’d discovered a certain part of the upstairs hallway with phenomenal acoustics and like his husky cousins, would yell and howl, sounding like a siren. Now that the kids were older, Tim spent most of his days arguing with Elvis. The kids had all opted for lab mixes of various sizes, colors and hair types.

But neither Elvis nor Tim came as treats were handed out. Huh. Lucy grabbed two treats for Elvis, obviously, and started her tour of the house ending up in their TV room - originally an artists studio off of the master bedroom, which Lucy and Tim converted into their own private space away from slobbering dogs and kids to watch movies not made by Disney and make out on the super comfy sofa. Lucy found both of them sprawled out on the floor - Elvis had his head on Tim’s thigh and barely lifted his head in greeting Lucy. She noticed Tim had their infrared blanket underneath his torso and he was conked out and snoring, dead asleep at 7pm.

“God, he is so handsome.” Lucy thought to herself. Even after 15 years of marriage, three kids, 5 dogs, two chinchillas, and a tarantula, Tim was in phenomenal shape, and Lucy thought he got more handsome as he aged. At 57, he continued to look relaxed, tan and extremely happy. He smiled all the time and loved being a stay-at home dad. He now sported a dark beard with gray edges, wire rimmed glasses for reading, which Lucy found insanely sexy, and deep laugh lines around his devastating smile.

She quickly ducked into their bedroom and changed into one of his LAPD shirts and Indian sari pj bottoms before she crept into the other room and snuggled up next to her husband and spread a blanket over them and the dog.

Tim woke up 30 minutes later to the smell of jasmine (Lucy!) and mad dog chomping in his ear (Elvis….). First thing he did was reach down and reset the infrared blanket for another 60 minutes and upped the temp to 110. His back was sore from the extra effort of the day. He then next turned to Elvis, grabbed the dog’s cow ear and threw it into the hallway knowing the dog would soon follow.

Finally he turned to his bride and pulled her into his side. “Hi” he murmured. 18 years after that first roll call when they first met, he still could not believe how beautiful she was. That this gorgeous and smart and thoughtful woman gave him three astounding kids, their own menagerie of creatures great and small, and that she chose him to love and adore. He thanked his lucky stars every chance he could because this life with Lucy was so much more amazing than anything he ever dreamed possible.

“Hi”, Lucy murmurs back leaning in for her welcome home kiss. She smiles at him and he smiles at her, and she asks him - “Why are you here on the floor? Rough day?”

Tim laughs out loud, and says, “The next time TJ needs a chaperone for a field trip with 20 of his fellow first graders, please do not let me be one of the volunteers. While there were moments of hilarity - like when TJ went off on Ms. Dodson for standing too close to me. I’ll let him tell you how he defended your honor.

Today was exhausting.

Each chaperone was responsible for four first graders - four 6 year-olds. At the aquarium in Long Beach.

There was a Shark exhibit which was cool, but the focus and the reason we were there was for the octopus exhibit. There are some freaky octopi out in the ocean. (Tim shudders), if I never have to hear a random factoid about them or see one ever again, it’ll be too soon.

At one point, TJ got scared and came and sat on my foot like he does sometimes, and then without warning, I suddenly was covered in 6 year-olds. I was able to stand up and do my “hulk thing” I do with the nephews, but I couldn’t go very far, they kept falling off and I pulled something in my back and that was within the first 30 minutes . We were there for three hours. Uncle! No more kids, no more octopuses, just no more. I wanna lie here with my sweetie and her weirdly quiet dog and forget the 8-legged-aliens.”

Lucy could not stop laughing at the image in her head of Tim covered with their littlest and his classmates. She is sure Tim loved every second of it - even Ms. Dodson making him blush. Tim still got flustered when other women flirted with him.

She snuggled closer to him and said, “Oof. Then I suppose you don’t want to come downstairs and share my grilled octopus tacos from the “cool” sushi restaurant we drove past this morning? No Tako tacos for you, huh? What about two fully loaded animal-style cheeseburgers with fries from In ‘N Out with a Neapolitan shake? Would that entice you to come have dinner with me downstairs?”

Tim leans in and kisses her and says, “You asking is enough to entice me. But yeah, the burgers sound awesome. You can give Diana the Tako take out bag and maybe up our “cool” quotient. We are gonna need all the help we can get.”

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I have a lil,,,, prompt idea for another Patrick Melrose x reader

I KNOW i haven't even finished Built For Sin but this is plaguing my mind and I wanna write it so bad

I only have some dialogue atm so you can read it under the cut

Essentially I'd just be inserting reader into the story, the first episode, where Patrick goes to New York to collect his fathers ashes. He remembers reader, who is an old lover, to sometimes visit the city and decides he wants to pay them a visit.

[...] Regardless he decides to give it a shot and ends up calling her. Y/N looks at the caller ID. His number saved in her phone as a lovely memento, never having the heart to delete it, she lets it ring for one, two, three times before she picks up.

"Patrick?"

"Oh thank God you actually picked up."

"Is everything alright?"

"Oh yes, everything is amazing - never been better. Father dearest just died."

"His time finally came huh?"

"Yes and even after death he's made sure to be a fucking nuisance. I had to fly here to New York to take a look at the prize before blasting it into flames."

"Wait, you're in New York?"

"I am... it's actually the reason why I called. I know you go... back and forth between London and New York for business. I was wondering if life had decided to be kind enough to let me be in the same city as you for once?"

"Yes, I am in New York, Patrick."

"Would you be opposed to meeting over a drink?"

"Not at all... but maybe a cup of coffee might be better."

"Whatever you want, temptress."

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Initial Impressions

Tags: @moomin279,@alissonbecksfan234, @millythegoat, @lfc-fanfiction

Jurgen Klopp shivered in the fifty-degree English weather, drawing his scarf tighter around him as the wind blew his hair out of place. Stuttgart, Mainz and Dortmund had all been cold enough to experience autumn in the traditional sense, but the Merseyside had to have the worst autumn weather Klopp had ever seen. Not only was it cold and windy, but the sky was gray as far as the eye could see, and the fine mist he’d felt when he’d first stepped out of the hotel that morning was beginning to turn into a thick, dense fog.

“What is wrong with this verdammtes weather? It’s too windy around here!” he shouted at nobody in particular. “And what’s with the fog?! I can barely see half a meter in front of me!”

He walked under a beech tree, grumbling as wet leaves drifted onto his head. The wind blew mockingly, as if to say, you should have taken the car.

“Okay, maybe I should have taken the car!” Klopp crossed his arms, glaring at the tree. “But I like to walk to places! It keeps me young—as long as the sky isn’t this gray!”

He inspected the leaves of the trees around him. Even though it was the middle of October, they weren’t even colorful—just murky, dried-up brown, with shades of dingy, ancient orange dotting the bland foliage. “Where’s the verdammt FARBE?! It’s all shriveled and dry! There isn’t even ein schönes rotes Blatt to change things up!”

Klopp went on grumbling as he made his way to his new workplace, partly in English but mainly in German. Every time he grumbled about the wind, it blew even harder. The fog grew denser, and soon it turned into a light rain, drenching Klopp and plastering his blond hair to his head.

Finally, a soaked and irritated Klopp walked into the Melrose driveway. The training ground, which had seemed lively and colorful from the pictures FSG had sent him, turned out to be just as gray and damp as the rest of the surroundings. And of course, Klopp was furious.

“Why didn’t they warn me about the weather here? At least tell me to get an umbrella!” he vented to the gray skies. “Or at least make the sky sunny for a couple of hours! Can a German get a verdammte break?

The sound of an approaching engine momentarily halted Klopp’s rant. Interest momentarily piqued, he turned to see an elderly man climb out of a truck, carrying a large sack. From the sound of things, he was grumbling as well, although in a language Klopp didn’t understand.

The man made his way up the drive, with his heavy-looking sack dangling by one shoulder. The wind wasn’t cooperating with his seemingly frail physique, though, and the sack eventually fell, envelopes, newspapers and magazines scattering all over the road.

“Maldita sea,” the man muttered under his breath, stooping to gather the envelopes. In doing so, he dangerously teetered, but Klopp managed to reach out and grab him by the right arm, stabilizing him before he could fall to the ground.

“Oh, thank Dios!” The man turned towards Klopp, a broad grin replacing his previous frown. “You saved me there, I’ll admit as much. If you weren’t there, I would be like a china teacup on a rocky road: splat!”

“Um, you’re welcome, I guess.” Despite his previous grumpiness, Klopp had to admit that he liked the man already. “Would you like some help with that?” 

“Por favor, the day’s been against me enough already. This is the third time the mail sack’s got a hole in it, and it isn’t even the middle of the day yet. Oh, perdon, where are my manners? I haven’t even introduced myself.” He stuck out a bony, weathered hand to Klopp. “The name’s Fernando Jesus Santos Martinez. Other terms for me are Fernando, Senor, Senor Viejo, and a loyal servant of the Royal Mail for the past forty-eight years.”

Fernando glanced down at his still-free hand, and Klopp realized that he was expected to shake it. He did so, quickly introducing himself. “Jurgen Klopp. I just came here.”

“You don’t say.” Fernando grunted, cupping his elbow with his other hand. “Say, your name sounds familiar. Are you the new Liverpool manager?”

Klopp nodded, quickly scanning the horizon to make sure there were no paparazzi around. “Yes, today’s supposed to be my first day in the office. But thanks to this weather and me not bringing an umbrella,” he shrugged, “now I’m late.”

“Don’t you have an assistant coach or something? Do not tell me that you just stuck with Brendan’s coaching staff. Believe me, once a Scouser says something, you’ll have to hear it about three times to understand it. In your case, possibly nine, with that German heritage of yours.” Fernando threw back his head and laughed, revealing several gold teeth.

“No, I brought an assistant.” Klopp paused, suddenly remembering something Fernando has said earlier. “Wait, how long did you say you were in the mail business?”

“Forty-eight years, chico, why?”

Klopp desperately tried to keep a straight face, for courtesy’s sake. Clearly, anybody who had been working as a courier for that long was definitely older than him. “I’m forty-eight years old!”

“You—what?” Fernando burst into laughter again, shouldering his mail sack. “Sorry, it’s just so funny. When I took up the job in January 1967, you were still a baby.”

“Actually Fernando—er, Mr. Fernando—I wasn’t even born yet it January 1967.”

“Oh, bless my heart, you weren’t! Should’ve guessed you were younger than my mail career—it’s unlikely that you’d happen to be born on New Year’s Day.” Fernando handed a few envelopes to Klopp, which were slightly soggy but not too wet. “Bueno, I’ve got to go chico. Lunch won’t wait for me, and I bet you want nothing more than to get inside. So sorry I held you up.”

“Oh no, it’s fine! I actually think I needed somebody to talk to, Mr. Fernando” Klopp shrugged, scanning the envelopes. There were about eighteen of them, and some of them were clearly advertisements. But others were blank, and Klopp couldn’t help but wonder what were inside. He had always been naturally curious. “Thanks for the mail.”

“It’s my job, son!” And with a smart salute, Fernando sauntered back to his mailvan, driving away. Klopp watched him drive away, a ray of sunshine illuminating the van as it sputtered down the road.

“Jurgen?” Buvac popped out of nowhere, holding an umbrella. Of course the Bosnian, who Klopp had affectionately nicknamed “The Brain”, would remember England’s rainy weather. “What are you smiling about? You were grumpy this whole time before you talked to Mr…”

“Fernando.” Klopp turned to face Buvac, shaking the rain droplets out if his hair. “Zeljko, I think we’re going to like it here.”

[foxilayde]

Do you have any affordable perfume recommendations? I’m open to literally any fragrance/scent (I’m using affordable v loosely here, I know most perfumes are a bit pricey 😊)

I just looked through my collection and realized how bougie and ridiculous my fragrance taste is 😭

But I do have some must haves for under $60!!

One staple that every fragrance girlie must have in their collection is Nemat Amber Oil

This is a base oil, meaning you put it on your clean dry skin; the crease of your elbows, behind your ears, between your breasts/pecs. (Optional to put behind your knee and on your wrists [I don’t personally like putting oil/perfume on my wrists because of how often I wash my hands it’s a waste, but you do you!] This oil will extend the longevity of whatever perfume you spray on top, also remember we don’t rub alcohol based perfumes onto our skin, we pat (this also extends the longevity of wear time). Amber Nemat oil will run you about $12-15 USD

And if you like the smell of the oil I highly recommend spraying Nemat’s Amber perfume on top.

This is EXACTLY Ellis Brooklyn’s ‘Amber’ without the $105 price tag.

This EDP is 1.7fl for about $50 USD (that might be considered out of your budget ik, but it lasts so long and smells so gooood.)

Next is kind of an interesting perfume. It might be your cup of tea…

Tokyo Milk/Dark #62 Tainted Love

This smells like a sweetened creamy cup of black tea (I know the notes say “orchid” but wtf does an orchid even smell like 😭? have you ever sniffed an orchid??) I don’t care for most vanilla scents but this one is really something. Comforting yet sophisticated, dark and dreamy and creamy I love it.

This one is about $35 USD for 1.6 fl oz.

If you’re not so into the gourmands I highly recommend Ouai’s perfume line. Especially North Bondi and Melrose Place.

You know how your hair smells when you get out of the salon? This is that fresh expensive salon clean cut smell in a bottle. That smell after they’ve used the Davines wash and conditioner and topped it off with Olaplex treatments and styled you with the Caviar and Kenra shit. Intentional expensively fresh and flawless. These are about $50-$60 each.

Lmk more about your price range / notes you like and maybe I can help you more!

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday to ex Scottish Rugby Player Doddie Weir..

Born George Wilson Weir on this day 1970  in Edinburgh, Doddie was educated at Daniel Stewart’s and Melville College  and given the school’s heritage with the sport, and Doddie’s size, it was only natural he would take up the rugby.

After his education finished he played for Stewart’s Melville FP, the FP  stands for former pupil, he then went on to play for Melrose in the Scottish Borders, and was part of the team that won six Scottish club championships.

He later moved to England in 1995 to join the Newcastle Falcons, helping them win the Premiership in 1998.

Lock Weir was capped 61 times by Scotland, and was part of the victorious Lions tour to South Africa in 1997.

He moved back to Scotland to join the newly reformed Borders team in 2002 where he remained until his retirement from professional rugby. He finished his playing career together with Gary Armstrong at Borders Reivers in 2004.

In 2016 Doddie was diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease (MND) in 2016 and made his diagnosis public the following summer.  Although the average life expectancy is between one and three years, he has defied the odds to keep battling and his charity, the My Name'5 Doddie Foundation, has raised more than £4million for research into a cure. Doddie was also told that a year later he would not be able to walk, he is still walking to this day, a testament to the determination and fighting spirit of this remarkable man.

And while it put a stop to Doddie’s usually hectic schedule of appearances and dinners, the 61-times capped Scotland internationalist has enjoyed spending time at home with his family.

A big favourite with the Murrayfield crowd, the 6ft 6in lock was famously described by the late ommentator Bill McLaren as as being “on the charge like a mad giraffe”.

In 2018 The Doddie Weir Cup was inaugurated, a perputual Rugby Union trophy to be played between Scotland and Wales, the first match in Cardiff in November that year was won by Wales, as was the second match, of course this years match has not been played due to the pandemic.

Speaking on the most recent My Name’5 Doddie Foundation Dodcast, hosted by foundation CEO Jill Douglas, Doddie said: “This lockdown I’ve quite enjoyed because it’s allowed me to spend time with the family.

“It’s been quite good to re-charge the batteries. There’s no doubt about it, I’m fighting MND a bit more than I was a year ago. We’re fighting it hard, but the farm has been unbelievable. It’s allowed me to get out for a bit of fresh air, with friends and family, and we’ve got an outside gym that I use once or twice a week.“I still think I’m doing quite well – I’m still getting up and down the stairs unaided and enjoying a wee bit drink at night.”

Doddie explained “As a bloke you just think ‘I’m fine’, but with this that’s not quite the case. Basically it’s a muscle wasting disease and that’s how in the later life of MND it’s horrific because you need help everywhere.

"Basically your muscles in your legs disappear so you can’t walk; you can’t really eat, and then your muscles within your speech disappear so you can’t speak; you can’t swallow and can’t breath so it’s horrific what happens.

”….“But it’s such a debilitating condition and there’s nothing out there that can help any patient with MND.

He has signed a “Do not resuscitate” (DNR)  over two years ago.

In February 2020 Doddie said his decision to refuse potentially lifesaving CPR came after a tough chat with his sons Hamish, 18, Angus, 17, and Ben, 15. "I’ve had to talk to them about DNR. We’ve just signed a document for that at the moment, which isn’t easy.”

He added: “You just have to be honest and open and they took it really well.”

The remarkable Doddie Weir continues to fight his affliction, more than 50 people joined him in the event last Tuesday to raise funds to support research into the causes of MND.  The occasion was to celebrate Mr Weir’s annual My Name’5 Doddie Foundation (MNDF) Scotland Golf Day and earned the charity a five figure sum.

Doddie currently lives with his family on a farm which he bought in the Scottish Borders

  You can read more about and donate to Doddie’s charity foundation here https://www.myname5doddie.co.uk/about

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Untitled (“A closed its”)

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: FOR LOVE AND LEMONS VICTORIAS SECRET “Melrose” Bodysuit White & Pink Floral NWT.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: For Love & Lemons Melrose Dress, x Victoria's Secret, Small, S, Off The Shoulder.

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Describing my OCs (badly) because I have nothing better to do

Lucian Costică Scholte:

Kinda looks like Michael Corleone, but almost visibly fruity enough to get called slurs on the street. and slightly transparent. on account of being a ghost

Lloyd Bailey Miller:

have you ever seen a humanised version of Wheatley Portal 2 that made you think “he would NOT fucking look like that”? Take that guy, add glasses, 1 ½cups of anxiety, +10 loser points, and a general aura of “he needs to get tied up and pegged”

Flynn “Phoenix” deLuca:

Deadpool if he were a bear from Texas and also a little more Well Done🔥

Melrose Sandbourne:

Short king ADHD wizard

Casper Addison:

Rorschach ink blot furry

Oleander Neves:

See you plant cowboy...

Hallow Wayfinder

Whose redesign came to me in a dream😌(literally!)

[corridortimes]

Unmasking the Marvel that is Sidekick Coffee & Books in Iowa City

Located in: One University Place Address: 1310 1/2 Melrose Ave, Iowa City, IA 52246 Greetings, coffee comrades! Today, I’m spilling the beans (pun intended) on a hidden gem I stumbled upon in my quest for the perfect cup of joe here in Iowa City – Sidekick Coffee & Books. Brace yourselves for a tale of impeccable service, inviting ambiance, and a coffee experience that’s practically poetry in a…