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Hey hey.. it’s your fav Dominik simp 😮‍💨

It’s Mother’s Day in the UK and I lost my mother unfortunately soooo I was wondering if you could do some Dominik comfort if you’re feeling it?

(I’ll end up re reading jd smut anyway but I thought I’d ask 🫶)

loss

a/n: literally anything for you ❤️ i hope this makes your day, sending you all the love!!

synopsis: dominik comes home to comfort you on one of the most difficult days of the year.

tags: SFW, grief, loss, mention of death, crying, fem!reader

Nothing about Mother’s Day was easy for you; a holiday you once loved celebrating turned into a memory after you lost your mother almost a year ago. Dominik knew this day was difficult as well and he wanted to do everything in his power to make you feel at least a little bit better, but he also knew it was going to be difficult. He did his best though by sending you a voice message early that morning, as did your other close friends and family who knew how difficult today was going to be for you. 

You’d found yourself on the couch for the majority of the day waiting for Dominik to get home from the airport. You had a box full of pictures and anything sentimental relating to your mom in front of you, curled up in her favorite blanket as you sorted through pictures. Even though there was a smile on your face getting to see her in some of your favorite memories, that didn’t make it hurt any less. Tears rolled down your cheeks the entire time, and eventually you stopped holding back the quiet sobs that threatened to leave your lips. You didn’t even hear Dominik open the front door. 

When Dominik walked in and saw you, his heart broke immediately. He wanted to be home from the moment you woke up but he also had to work with a busy travel schedule. Luckily he was able to get home as soon as management would allow him, but that didn’t make him feel any less bad about it. Dom’s face fell when he heard your soft cries and he abandoned his bags by the door. “Babe…” he said softly, watching you turn your head to look at him as he made his way to the couch. “Dom, I-I…” you started to say, but Dominik shook his head in response and sat next to you on the couch. As soon as his arms were around you, you started to sob even harder. 

“I know, baby. I know.” Dominik whispered into your hair as he let you cry into his chest. He shifted your body so it was in his lap and his grip tightened on you. “It’s n-not fair.” You cried, and he nodded in response. “It’s not fair. But we’re going to get through it.” Dom responded, running a hand through your hair as his body slowly rocked back and forth. 

Eventually your sobs died down into sniffles, your hand reaching over to grab some pictures of your mom that you’d been looking at before. Dominik looked at them with you, letting you sit in a comfortable silence to grieve your loss. “She would’ve loved you.” You told Dom softly, making him give the tiniest smile into your hair. “She always told me to find a strong man to take care of me.” You looked up at him, his thumb coming up and wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I have a feeling I would’ve loved her too.” Dominik said softly. “Show me some more pictures of her.”

You spent the next few hours sorting through pictures with Dominik, telling him all about your family and the moments behind those pictures. He got to see birthday parties, special events, holidays, anything that was sentimental. He also got to tease you for the pictures of younger you, and you made a mental note to get payback for that later. 

Dom spent the rest of the day doing things with you that made you happy; he cooked every meal, watched your favorite tv shows, and ran a hot bath for you that you asked him to join. As you two laid in the tub, bubbles surrounding your bodies and you leaning back into his chest, you looked up at him with a smile. “Thank you for everything.” You said softly as Dom leaned down to kiss your nose. “Anything for you, baby.” He said, his fingers dancing on your skin under the water. “I know I can’t fix it, but I’ll do whatever I can to make it better.” You leaned up to give him his own gentle kiss, smiling for one of the first times that day. “You did a pretty good job.”

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

ok i need friends to lovers fake dating trope george harrison fluff and i need it NOW!!

(‘66 revolver era pls bae)

Hi, anon! Sorry this took so long! I received this ask while taking a bath and then swiftly fell asleep, and went to the zoo with my family yesterday lol. I hope this is okay! I've never written this trope before 😅 proofed in UK English (as usual). Enjoy!

Love Me While You Can

(Source) (hope this pic is okay, I tend to mix up my eras but this one came up when I searched George Harrison 1966 lol)

“Y/N!” your best friend, George exclaims, out of breath from running. “Quick, if anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend.” He wraps an arm around you.

“Wh—” you begin to say before you’re swarmed with reporters.

“Y/N! How long have you and George been dating?” asks one of them.

“What is your romantic life like?” asks another.

George takes over answering the questions, occasionally looking to you for confirmation, which is when you’d nod.

“George, how long is this gonna last?” you ask through a gritted smile.

“Just follow my lead, alright, darlin’?” he replies through his own smile. “Yes, we met at the Cavern!”

“We didn’t meet at the Cavern,” you whisper.

“They don’t have to know that.”

You’re not exactly sure what the press conference was originally about but it ended up being an hour of questions about your “relationship” with George.

“George, what was that about?” you ask when you’re finally alone again.

George sighs. “Remember when the paparazzi got that photo of us last week after tea?”

You nod and he continues, “Well, it’s everywhere, with the headline ‘Harrison's new bird’. I tried to tell them the truth but they wouldn’t have it.”

You stand in silence for a moment.

“Alright,” you sigh. “You’re my best friend, George, and I trust you.”

***

It’s the next day, another conference later, when you ask, “George, how long is this gonna last?”

Making sure you’re alone, he whispers, “Look, give it a few weeks. Then we can publicly break up and go back to the way things were.”

You nod, but deep down, you wish you could stay like this.

It’s wrong to have a crush on your best friend, you thought.

***

“Give us a kiss for the camera!” shouts a reporter at the next conference.

George blushes. “Oh, I don’t—”

“Now, Georgie, if they want us to kiss, lets kiss,” you say.

“What?”

“Do you want this to be believable or not?” you whisper.

He wipes the look of surprise from his face before turning to give you a gentle peck on the lips.

It’s not a first kiss anyone would’ve imagined; it barely even counts as kiss with such a short duration.

“That one’s going to be everywhere later,” you laugh later.

***

You and George are walking, hand-in-hand. You’d adopted the habit since George had “asked you out".

Yet another camera flash lights up the air. One would think that two weeks of this would cause you to become accustomed to it, but it still surprises you.

“Put your head on my shoulder,” George whispers.

“Paul Anka, is that you?” you snort.

George snickers. “No, seriously.”

You giggle and do as he said. “This is actually quite nice.”

Though you can’t see it, George’s mouth turns up into a grin as he rests his head atop yours.

***

Weeks came and went. The day came that you were dreading.

“Alright, Y/N, when I say what I need to, I need you to look surprised and upset,” George tells you.

You sigh with a frown. “George, are you sure? What if it’s not the right time?”

He looks at you, an eyebrow quirked. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted to stay in a ‘relationship’ with me.” He smirks.

You blush. “I— Well, I just—” You feel yourself getting more flustered by the second. “Yes, George! To tell you the truth, these past few weeks have been the best of my life!”

“Then let’s be in a real relationship,” George replies without a second thought.

“...but what about you? You don’t like me back...”

He smiles. “Who said I didn’t?”

That evening, being trailed by reporters again, George really gives them something to take a photo of.

A big, wet kiss on your lips, with more feeling than you’d ever experienced in your life.

[sassyfrassboss]

Leakings and the British Press

I tend to do some of my best thinking in the shower in the morning. Not sure if it has to do with my brain being fresh in the morning or if the water just pounds good ideas into my brain.

Anyways, after watched both the Anderson Cooper interview and the Michael Strahan interview, both twice, something Harry kept saying over and over again in both interviews stuck with me.

Harry was saying that the palaces, aka William, Charles, and the other royals, would continually brief against, mostly Meghan but Harry as well. Harry claimed that the palaces would collaborate with the British press and plant false stories about Meghan to take attention away from the other senior royals. He said they did this to distract from negative stories about the other senior royals. It was a cover up at Meghan’s expense.

Now I have spent the past few hours racking my brain trying to think about these “negative” stories about the other royals.

As we know, Catherine rarely has anything negative written about her. The top stories that come to mind are “Three Kitchens Kate” her being “work shy” and of course her “fight” with Rose Hanbury.

Charles, well I don’t think anything bad about him came out until after Harry left which was the donations for favors scandal.

William, yeah other than him being work shy or having a temper, and his kids going to a posh expensive school that he pays for out of his own pocket, but that is about all I can think about.

Camilla, well she tends to keep her nose clean as well.

The British press have all expressed their confusion as well over these claims. They keep saying “what negative articles about the other royals!?”

However, all the articles that made Meghan look bad were all of her own doing.

She is the one who demanded a big tiara. She is the one who yelled at The Queen’s chef about the taste of eggs. She is the one who made Catherine and Charlotte cry. She is the one who cried about no one asking if she was okay in a poverty stricken country where girls are raped and murdered daily. She is the one who had a $300k baby shower and her security for it was paid for by the UK taxpayers. She is the one who broke royal protocol over and over again by walking in front of Harry in the processional line and to greet a King. She is the one who planned surprised engagements on days other senior royals have very important speeches or engagements or tours. She is the one who cleared out an entire section at Wimbledon because she was too important to sit with the peasants. She is the one who lied to the palaces about work she knew she was not allowed to do and did it anyways. She is the one who lied on court documents. She is the one who has changed the story more than once and when her inconsistencies are pointed out it isn’t her being a liar but the press being racist.

So how exactly by reporting on the truth were the other palaces leaking or throwing her under the bus? Sure a couple of the instances happened behind closed doors so obviously those were leaked but, from memory, this was around the time that Meghan had started her own PR against the BRF and how they were threatened by her and her star power. She was saying her and Harry left KP because William was a bully. So we got the leaks of the tiara, the egg issue, and Catherine & Charlotte crying.  However, all the other ones, and many more, were there for us to witness with our own eyes and put two and two together. We didn’t need the British press to point out that when another senior royal, especially Catherine or Camilla had something important scheduled, Meghan would show up somewhere as a surprise!

KP even issued denials about stories that WERE true. The stories that Catherine and Meghan were fighting was true and KP issued a statement saying it was a lie. I think the only stories that were false were the copper bath tub and yoga floor, which many people believed Meghan and Harry planted themselves.

So I guess I am just super confused over the "fake" stories about Meghan? I can't recall a single fake article other than the bathtub.

I love how Harry has this attitude that the world cannot form opinions on their own and that us peons believe everything that we read.

This is the dude that fell for a fake phone call and believed in an island doesn’t exist. No questions asked. But yeah…we are the chumps.

[pvffinsdaisies]

The Nordics as Taylor Swift songs

The UK & Ireland as Taylor Swift songs.

DENMARK: Castles Crumbling (feat. Hayley Williams) (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)

“Once I had an empire, in the golden age. I was held up so high, I used to be great. They used to cheer when they saw my face, now I fear I have fallen from grace.

And I feel like my castle’s crumbling down, and I watched all my bridges burn to the ground, and you don’t want to know me, I will just let you down. You don’t wanna know me now.

(…)

Power went to my head, and I couldn’t stop: ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off. And here I sit alone, behind walls of regret, falling down like promises that I never kept.

(…)

My foes and friends watched my reign end, I don’t know how it could’ve ended this way. Smoke billows from my ship to the harbour. People look at me like I’m a monster, now they’re screaming at the palace front gate, used to chant my name, now they’re screaming that they hate me. I never wanted you to hate me…”

FINLAND: the Lakes

“Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you. Those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry. I’m setting off, but not without my muse.

What should be over burrowed under my skin in heart-stopping waves of hurt. I’ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth.

(…)

I want auroras and sad prose, I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, ‘cause I haven’t moved in years. And I want you right here. A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground, with no one around to tweet it. While I bathe in cliffside pools, with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief.”

ICELAND: A Place in this World

“I don’t know what I want, so don’t ask me, ‘cause I’m still tryna figure it out. Don’t know what’s down this road, I’m just walking, tryna see through the rain coming down. Even though I’m not the only one, who feels the way I do.

(…)

Got the radio on, my old blue jeans and I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve. Feeling lucky today, could you tell me what more do I need? And tomorrow’s just a mystery, but that’s okay.

(…)

Maybe I’m just a girl on a mission, but I’m ready to fly!

I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know. I’ll be strong, I’ll be wrong, oh but life goes on. Oh, I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know. Oh, I’m just a girl, tryna find a place in this world.”

NORWAY: Evermore (feat. Bon Iver)

“I replay the footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. Writing letters, addressed to the fire.

(…)

Hey December, guess I’m feeling unmoored. Can’t remember what I used to fight for.

(…)

And I was catching my breath, barefoot in the wildest winter, catching my death. And I couldn’t be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar, that this pain would be for evermore.

Can’t not think of all the cost, and the things that will be lost. Oh, can we just get a pause? To be certain we’ll be tall again. Whether weather be the frost, or the violence of the dog days. I’m on waves, out being tossed. Is there a line that I can just go cross?

And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you. In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you, it was real enough to get me through. But I swear, you were there.

And I was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. And I couldn’t be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.”

SWEDEN: Foolish One (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)

“You know how to keep me waiting, I know how to act like I’m fine. Don’t know what to call this situation, but I know I can’t call you mine. And it’s delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof. ‘Cause when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you’ll come around. And maybe someday when we’re older, this is something we’ll laugh about over coffee every morning, while you’re watching the news.

But then the voices say, “you are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson.”

Foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come. You will take the long way, you will take the long way down. Foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come, you will learn the hard way, instead of just walking out.

Now I’m sliding down the walls with my head in hands, sayin’, “how could I not see the signs?” Oh, you haven’t written me or called, but goodbye screaming in the silence, and the voices in my head are telling me why.

(…)

Ain’t never gonna come, oh, you will learn the hard way now. Foolish one, sittin’ round waiting for your confessions of love, they ain’t never gonna come. And thinking he’s the one, you should’ve been walking out. Foolish one, the day is gonna come for your confessions of love, when all is said and done, he just wasn’t the one. No, he just wasn’t the one.”

[ceexb]

Hobie Head cannons of him in Jamaica

Summary: Hobies gf who left Jamaica when she was younger to London.(Hobie has a black Jamaican girlfriend that takes him to the islands.)

Word count: 1,080

Parings: Hobie and black reader.

Warnings:-minors dni

Afab reader

mentions of weed language,smut,bitting,fingering and kissing.

(I’m American born,so I’ll give my knowledge as best as I can. also it’s a stereotype that all Jamaicans smoke weed which obv isn’t true and just a generalization)

Reblog 😋😗 and like

Master list

-Upon learning that you plan to bring him to Jamaica to meet your family and explore the country, Hobie's excitement soared, and he eagerly asked about the departure date.

-Given that Hobies from the UK where there is a significant Jamaican population, Hobie has some familiarity with Jamaican culture.

-“so when we leaving baby” jumping up and down

-“next week” you say

-he’ll be rushing to his room to pack the most sluttiest outfits that accentuate his skinny waist.

- I don't think Hobie would even consider taking the plane to get there,because he has a boat that he can use to travel across the seas.

- However, you get seasick and your afraid of the ocean.So you would prefer to take the plane instead.

-you guys would spend like the first days of the trip in a villa and the second half visiting family and showing him around parishes in Jamaica.

-you would take him to like the country side

-not the touristy Kingston side where a lot of the up town and yt folks be at.

-I mean the country with Goats,modest homes and mango trees,Homes nestled on the hillsides of the mountains.

-like he deff would be one with nature behind your childhood home,easily bonding with your uncles like their old acquaintances.

-he’ll be listening to some reggae (maybe some cronix x 🤭🫡)

and smoking some good ganja and chopping sugar cane.

-You will approach him from the rear entrance, carrying the fruit that your mother had prepared for him and instructed you to bring.

-Although you intended to check on him, you observe him settling in comfortably and making himself feel at home.

-you walk up to an even more chill hobie,eyes low and red just in his swimming trunks .

-His shirt buttons loose revealing his abs with his lips sucking on some sugar cane.

-watching as the juice drips down his chin but him quickly catching it with his tongue making slurp noises.

-it’ll probably give you flash backs from previous nights when you were making out back of your legs hitting the bed and pushed to lay under him only later to be quivering in a puddle of your own mess and his head diving back between dem thighs as you grip and pull on his wicks.

“Fuck..hobie it feels soo good”

“Yeah I bet it does” and he lifts his head up to peer at you then down to leave bites on the skin of your inner thighs that will leave bruises for the next days of the trip….

(woooh 🫢😋 I’m going feral by the thought)

-Y’all know that little river raft trip that people go on in Jamaica ?

-yeahhh you guys would go on one of those but knowing hobie he wouldn’t let a random, massage and touch on your body.

-It's like the experience where individuals embark on a small raft crafted from bamboo, bound together with ropes, enjoying the serene atmosphere as you drift along a river. And During this journey,you receive massages and feel the soothing vibes.

-If you were to partake in such an adventure with Hobie, he wouldn't allow just anyone to massage and touch your body randomly.

-…”And they basically do like massages”

“🤨Touching on my girl? Ina bathing suit ??

yeahh nah I’ll do it”

(He’s possessive but In a non toxic attractive way)

-He’d take the lotion staring at the guy side eyeing him the whole time.

-As he kneels down and begins applying pressure with squeezing motions onto the various layers of your muscles.

-Then there's the guy, who awkwardly stands there staring 🧍🏿‍♂️🏞️

-Hobes, being the effortlessly cool type, possesses the ability to seamlessly blend in regardless of the country he finds himself in; he can easily adjust and adapt.

-hes more of a yardie than you,speaking better patois and shit.

-And Having a fluent convo with your family

-"How did you become so fluent in Patois, babe? I didn't even teach you. It's even better than mine."

-Given his personality, he would likely wear a cocky smirk, shrug casually, and lean back in the white party chair, with his hands behind his head.

"It's just a natural instinct. better start practicing," he would say, pointing jokingly to a "Patois for Dummies" book as you stomp away in response.

(Idk if that book exists but oh well🤷🏾‍♀️)

-yo, I could just imagine you guys in the personal pool of a villa getting nasty in the pool then kissing all the way to the bed,water dripping messing up the floor of the room and hobie falling needy on top of you,panting impatiently slipping your panties to the side to finger you.

-Then the next day acting like nothing happened.

- Once you bring him to your childhood home, both of you would be exhausted from a long day of driving from the villa,so you would go straight to sleep upon arrival.

- The next morning, you would wake up alone in a bed,putting on a robe, and making your way to the kitchen. In the kitchen around the corner,you would hear the faint sound of laughter and the voices of your mother and him.

- I have a strong feeling that your mother would adore him, especially when in the kitchen together.

- I have confidence in his cooking skills; I can already envision him preparing a bowl of peanut porridge.

-He’ll be like “I think they like me 😗”

-“Yeah a little bit too much” murmuring under your breath jealous

“huh what was that” he goes.

his hand on the shell of his ear hearing what you said just wanting you to repeat it. so he can rub it in.

-“Nothing. hmm”

Arms crossed stopping off again

-“Don’t be jealous love,cause your parents love me more…!”

Yelling as you walk away.

-then after days of exploring you guys being driven to the airport and his mom kissing him on both checks wishing him to come back to visit next time.

“Come back soon alright?”

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(I really hate this post ,but it’s been sitting in my drafts for far too long)

[fanficfanattic]

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What is one of your smallest writing goals?

Actually finishing one of my smut fics 😳

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Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're dreading to write (but is necessary to your plot)? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

One of my RoyJamie Bingo entries is based around Ted pulling a Parent Trap on the two. Shoves them into a flat found on the UK’s best equivalent to Airbnb. First night in, Roy wakes to Jamie having a night terror. (That is what’s linked below.)

But I keep spinning my wheels on something towards the end. Where Roy and Jamie return to Nelson Road and just cannot be their old version of normal. But since they were never really very observant of how fucking weird they were about each other, it is a comedy of errors. (So humor. But heart. The deadliest combination.)

““It’s okay, lad, let’s get you up a bit. Need to rinse off this sweat.”

And Jamie stands as Roy pulls him up by his shoulders and woodenly walks to the attached bath with Roy leading him. It takes him a moment to realize he’s leading a man in only a shirt, but barely even rolls his eyes at it. Jamie just stands there as Roy puts in the tub stopper, letting the bath start to fill with lukewarm water.

“Alright, in you go,” he says. Tries for kindly but was willing to settle when it came out as merely Not Gruff. But Jamie sort of stares at him blankly.

“You need to sit in the bath to rinse off the sweat, Tartt.” And Jamie nods a bit at that but doesn’t actually move. Roy’s sigh sounds very put upon as he grabs the hem of Jamie’s shirt and saying “lift” while tugging it. He quietly curses when he realizes that wasn’t enough to spur Jamie to actually lift his arms up so Roy could strip his sweat soaked shirt off himself. He curses once more, for good measure, before pulling it off and guiding him to sit.

And then has to look around until he finds a washcloth. Technically it would probably feel good to Tartt if it was soaped but Roy didn’t have it in him. Just quickly wiped along Jamie’s limbs. Helped him stand, walk back over the lip, and wrapped him in a towel.

He was about to just put him back in the same shirt but realized all that would accomplish was undoing his hard work. So he drug the little prick back into the bedroom before digging into the vibrant suitcase. JFC, Tartt. Really?

But Jamie was coming a bit out of his stupor. Not only didn’t fight Roy on, but even helped get his own pants on, and cooperated well enough that Roy got a new sleep shirt on him. And then realizes that Tartt’s bed was soaked in his sweat and so led him back to his own bedroom. Then tucks the little bastard in.”

From this ask game!

[softersolace]

day 4 of 100 days of wellness challenge

self-care choices I made: ✅ took medicine 💊 took 2 dose of painkillers (such bad wisdom tooth ache!) 🛏️ had an active morning and early afternoon. Really crashed - so took a few hours to rest (but did best not to sleep) and perked up at around 9:30/10pm self care journey ruminations: I want to take more epsom baths, see if it helps I want to make EDS recommended stretches and taping a habit I want to make short meditations a daily thing too. Especially if ones aimed at dealing with chronic pain or fatigue are a thing. I want to try and do a small creative thing each day. I'll count streaming as one, since that's more spoon-intensive than I realised! But on days where I don't, if I can paint or uke that'd rock. symptom stats 💤a very broken 6/7 hours sleep 👍Pain levels have been pretty low! Even after overdoing it for a few days! *happy dance*. Right wrist is still sore but nothing has threatened to pop out today~ 👟 45 minute walk or so + Squeezed in a study session! Did it on my earlier modules aaand... welp, I've gotten a bit rusty. But oh well, we move! + Curled up with dog & caught up on Bridgerton - Random wisdom teeth pain = universe, why?? ? I think I'd really like to pursue a counselling qualification some day! Maybe when I complete my current course.

[citrontartellete]

A small fic

Routine

Aziraphale watches as his boss walks by him in his impeccable gray suit and lavender tie. Gabriel asks him the same things every morning : A piping hot Earl Gray with a dash of milk (which he doesn't drink) two scones with Danish blueberry jam (the bastard only eats half of one) and for him to make a reservation at the same fancy restaurant (Gabriel always gets there late). Aziraphale smiles politely, agrees, and does everything he is told to. 

He wants to scream sometimes. He is tired of the routine he has, although he can't complain, he is handsomely paid, he lives in a flat in Chelsea, he has everything money can buy. He works for the best company in the UK. Aziraphale snorts, while heating his boss' scones, it didn't mean anything, working for Heaven Inc., because he is still stuck as assistant, Gabriel and the other's only gave him praises and a raise. 

They never talked about giving him a promotion, which got on his nerves, because he always did his own job and Gabriel's. He is tired of watching Gabriel take the credit for his ideas. Sometimes, he wants to strangle Gabriel with the stupid lavender tie. If only he could send everything to hell and live his dream. A small tea house with books and plants and cakes…He gets out of his reverie when Gabriel screams his name. 

During the short walk from the kitchen to the office, Aziraphale thinks how boring his workplace is, immaculate white tiles, huge glass walls and windows, everybody always dressed perfectly. So cold. The lemongrass smell made him twitch his nose in disgust. He is tired of this place. 

When his shift is over, he thanks God, gets his things, passes on the Japanese restaurant to get his sushi, and then at the bakery for a piece of angel cake. Every Friday is the same thing. 

He gets home and follows a ritual of getting his shoes off, leaving the paper bags on the counter, undressing and having a long bath. On days like this he dozes off on the bathtub and wakes with a start. 

Before sleeping Aziraphale thanks God again, for having the weekends off, he could sleep in and do whatever he wanted, If Gabriel didn't send him a message asking for documents or files he forgets to download and when it happens Aziraphale always consoles himself by muttering that at least he is in no office. 

Saturday morning what wakes Aziraphale up at eleven o'clock exactly is someone banging on his door, when he opens, he sees a man with fiery red hair, beautiful amber eyes, almost yellow and wearing black clothes. He just stares at the man. The man just stammers and rants and at last asks him for a bit of bread. Aziraphale, still enveloped by his fluffy blankets, gets the man the bread he asks for without saying a single word to him. His name is Crowley, the new neighbour, after he closes the door and goes back to bed and fall asleep again, thinking that a handsome man at his door is a good way to break the routine. 

[nudne]

ummm so the MET office has issued a red weather warning for extreme heat over monday and tuesday (source, source, source), so for those in the uk, particularly england wales and the south of scotland, please stay safe over the next couple of days. don't go outside more than you have to, especially around noon when it gets the hottest, and try not to take public transport since it's going to be affected by the heat as well.

if you have to go to work (as most people will have to) make sure to:

put on plenty of sunscreen (aim for SPF 50), and have a bottle of it with you

stay hydrated. carry a bottle or even two bottles of water with you and drink often

having a spray bottle of water is also a good idea since you can use it to cool down quickly, and it's handy in the event of heat exhaustion

wear light and loose layers if you can

try to stay in the shade, or use an umbrella to block out the sun (it might look silly but at least you won't faint)

know the signs of heat stroke and heat exhaustion, and know how to prevent it. it's important to note that if you have heat exhaustion, it's not serious of you can cool down in 30 minutes. if it turns into heatstroke, you need to dial 999.

children under 5, older people over 60, disabled people and pregnant women can often be more affected by extreme heat, so keep an eye out for anyone that looks to be struggling. if in doubt, check in on the person and dial 111 if they're visibly not ok

if you don't have AC indoors, here are some things you can do to cool your flat/room down:

keep all blinds closed, especially on the sunny side!

get a fan (you can buy one pretty cheap off amazon or argos, and poundland etc have them sometimes) and put a bowl of ice or ice water under/in front of it. the fan will spread the cool air around

open your windows tonight to cool your place down as much as you can, but close the windows that get the most sun exposure in the morning

this is now a time to pay extra attention to the homeless people in your community, since they often don't have to resources to stay safe in extreme heat. the best way to help if often just giving them money, so they can go inside a mcdonald's or other cafe/restaurant with AC to get a drink and cool down. if you don't have much money to spare, offer cold bottles of water and sunscreen.

lastly, if you have pets, here are some ways to help them cool down:

have bowls of water available in every room and in the garden, so they can access water easily anywhere they are

have some tiles or a cooling mat (available on amazon or pets at home) so they can lie on it if they get too hot

if you live in a multi-room house, have one room that's dark and cold (with a cooling mat, food and water, plus litterboxes if needed) that they can spend the hottest part of the day in

if you have outdoor cats or dogs that need to be walked, try to plan ahead and don't let/take them outside between 12 and 2pm (or whatever the hottest part of the day is where you are, best to doublecheck)

dogs can cool down by swimming in a lake or pool if you have one closeby, or even some cold water in the bath, or hose them down in the garden

cats can be cooled down by stroking them lightly with a damp cold towel or spraying lightly with cold water, just don't get them too wet

more tips and info can be found by googling as well :)

i'm sure there's more i could say here, but the bottom line is: make sure to stay cool and hydrated, don't go outside more than necessary, know the signs of heat exhaustion and stroke, and help others if they are struggling. we all need to take care of eachother!

[aninklingof]

The Great Ler Mood of Twitchcon

All the George, Karl and Quackity pictures and clips are making my little monkey brain go into overdrive. So here’s a fic! 😄

Ler! Quackity, Lees! George & Karl (all CC!)

Warnings: none! ❤️

~~~~

San Diego Twitchcon 2022 had to be one of the best weeks of Quackity’s life. He got to meet other streamers, fans and celebrities— he even got a picture with Dr. Phil! Best of all Quackity got to screw around with his friends, sight see, and just have an all around good time.

There was one day during the week when Quackity woke up in a massive Ler mood. This was very unfortunate for Karl and George, who were spending the majority of the convention in each other’s company.

Wednesday morning Quackity came bursting into George’s hotel room, followed by Karl, and promptly flopped on George. The British man was still cozy under his covers, his bodily clock still on UK time even as he was in America. So the sudden weight of his friend sprawled across his sleeping body was not a very nice way to be woken up.

“Good morning Gogy!” Quackity greeted cheerily in his signature silly high-pitched voice.

The brunette groaned in response, shoving at the beanie-wearing man. “Q what the hell, get off me idiot….”

Karl giggled as he watched the interaction, walking over the the window and tossing the curtains open dramatically. Sunlight streamed into the once dark room, bathing George in blinding light. He grumbled again, turning to face away from the window. When he cracked open his eyes he was mere inches away from Quackity’s face.

George yelped in surprise as he felt fingers prodding at his belly and sides, quick to bury his slowly warming face in his comforter to muffle his sleepy titters.

“C’mon Georgie, it’s time to get up~!” The ravenette cooed, scooting closer to squeeze and scratch George’s torso better.

“Q nohohoho….. it’s tohohoo ehehehearly!” The brunette whined, halfheartedly batting at the tickly fingers as his laughter grew louder.

“It’s not too early silly! This is the US!” Quackity said with a wide smile. He quickly straddled George’s knees and dug into where his thighs were. “Welcome to America!”

“N- nAHAHAA! QUAHAHACKITY NOHO! IM UHUP IHIHIHI’M UP!!” The man squealed, kicking and thrashing up a storm.

Once he admitted defeat Quackity stopped and climbed off his friend. “We’ll be down in the lobby with breakfast!” He announced, leaving the room.

Karl giggled. “See you soon.”

And George was alone again, bright red and breathless. He regained his composure and got up to get ready for the day.

——

It was around lunchtime when Quackity struck again, this time his victim being Karl. They were waiting for one of the panels to end so they could go to lunch with Austin and some others, and in the meantime Karl had laid down right in the middle of the floor.

George had left to use the restroom, leaving Karl and Quackity alone. The ravenhead watched the man on the floor scroll through his phone absentmindedly when he was overcome with his Ler mood once again. Casually he strode over to the brunette on the floor, plopped down onto his hips, and squeezed up and down his sides.

Karl shrieked, tossing his phone aside suddenly and latching onto Quackity’s wrists as bubbly laughter poured from his lips.

“Whahahahat the heheheheck Quahahahackity?!”

“You looked like you needed some tickles, what can I say,” the beanie-wearing man shrugged as his fingers climbed Karl’s rib cage.

Karl’s feet drummed on the floor behind Quackity and he shook his head to release some of the ticklish energy wracking his body. He didn’t fight back, only lightly gripping the ravenette’s wrists and laughing his little heart out.

“Well this is adorable.”

George had returned from the restroom to see Quackity tickling Karl on the floor in the middle of the little nook they’d claimed for the time being, his face wearing a smirk as he stood over the scene.

Quackity, without any warning, launched for George’s legs and tackled the taller man to the ground. He continued to squeeze just above George’s kneecaps rapidly and sent the man into rounds of loud cackling.

Quackity continued to jump back and forth between tickling Karl and George until they were both adorned with bright cheeks and wide smiles. The panel ended and the day continued as normal, not without a few sneaky pokes to Karl’s and George’s sides.

The two older men had decided that they would definitely team up on Quackity the next day for revenge when he’d worked out his Ler mood.

~~~~~

I’m sorry if it’s bad, I think it’s my first time writing Quackity. This was also very sudden, I was just working off of an idea and impulse. Hope you enjoyed anyway.

[mywifeleftme]

162: Shamir // Ratchet

Ratchet Shamir 2015, XL

Shamir got his roses at age 20 when his debut Ratchet arrived in 2015 (nice Pitchfork review, some ad placements etc.), but it wouldn’t be long before he’d be dropped by glitzy British label XL Recordings (Basement Jaxx, M.I.A., Jai Paul etc.), probably because of his documented mental health issues and the fact that he wanted to go in a completely different direction from the sassy, Drag Race-ready electro-disco that had made Ratchet an indie hit. Shamir is like, 28, now, which makes it seem both premature and a little cruel to write about Ratchet in the style of an obituary, but his subsequent efforts suggest that the pop wunderkind who made this record isn’t walking back through that door. Shamir’s later work is both more political and more insular, built on bricky, harsh synth beats reminiscent of depressive early ‘10s glitch pop acts like Baths. In many ways, it is admirably uncompromising, but the music is also didactic, as though he doesn’t trust his audience to find their own spaces for interpretation.

Still, wherever he goes from here, Ratchet stands a good chance of being remembered as a minor touchstone of its era’s dance music. Its sound feels rooted in the UK Garage of SBTRKT or Disclosure, but even at 20 Shamir seemed to have an encyclopedic knowledge of ‘90s and early ‘00s gay club and ballroom music: I hear notes of early handbag house (think RuPaul’s “Supermodel”), Eurodance, bounce, and whatever tag you want to group today’s glut of drag queen music under. Shamir (who is nonbinary but uses he/him pronouns) has a countertenor voice that has been compared to Prince in its capacity to switch between masculine and feminine gender presentations, but the impression I get from Shamir’s voice is quite different. With Prince you are hearing the effort of his artifice: the way he strains to reach his falsetto, and is relatively limited within it, gives his feminine vocals an inherent emotional tension that he often resolves in a showstopping shriek. By contrast, Shamir’s natural range lies between what we would normally peg as a masculine or feminine voice. He is able to access the full palette of his remarkable abilities in this between-space without needing to affect a clearly gendered posture. Like Taylor Swift, a key songwriting influence, Shamir’s lyrics aim for the kind of pithy, affirming lines people caption their Instagram posts with (“falling from grace but falling oh so gracefully”; “if I’m a demon, baby you’re the beast that made me”; “Don’t try me I’m not a free sample”), but with music this broad and giddy, peanut butter phrases like these are the best chance of making anything stick.

In 2023, there aren’t a lot of people who think about Ratchet on a daily basis, but for an artist, an early taste of success that doesn’t bloom into lasting stardom can become a millstone. I hope that, despite his muse taking him elsewhere, Shamir’s able to look back on this record as the accomplishment it is. Most musicians never manage to make a record as poised, uplifting, and complete unto itself as this one. Ratchet’s something to be proud of.

162/365

[denimbex1986]

'The act of writing is intrinsically solitary. But for Max Porter getting it down on the page is only the first step. The acclaimed English author loves to play around with his work, bringing it to life in many formats, and the more people joining him in his creative sandbox, the better.

Porter will give a multi-disciplinary and improvised performance of his most recent novel Shy at the Sounds from a Safe Harbour festival in Cork next month. It is a perfect fit for Porter in more ways than one. Like his work, the festival — curated by Mary Hickson, actor Cillian Murphy, writer Enda Walsh and Aaron and Bruce Dessner of The National — defies expected boundaries and nothing is off the table when it comes to collaborative experimentation.

“Collaboration is the raison d'etre for me,” says Porter. “Trust is the whole thing, so if Mary says ‘this is a good person, do you want to work with them' I say ‘yeah, because it’s you’. I adore working with her — ‘anything for Mary Hickson’ is my motto. Also my work only comes alive when I put it up against music, try it in a different space or read it to an audience, so it is the dream festival for me, it’s everything I want an arts festival to be, actually.”

Porter previously worked as a bookseller and later in publishing before making his own mark on the literary scene with his sensational debut novel Grief is the Thing with Feathers, a whirling blend of prose and poetry about a grieving widower and his two sons who are comforted, tormented and protected by a crow. Shy, his fourth and most recent novel, is a virtuoso portrayal of one night in the life of a troubled teenage boy. He says that expanding Shy’s universe through improvised performance is a continuing revelation for him.

“It’s a little bit scary sometimes but then that’s also when it’s most exciting. I want the books to be unfinished until they meet the reader anyway. So what you've got is an incredible opportunity for 200 people to meet it and make it their own — it’s their unhappy teenage relative, troubled son, or their grief. I want to make something in the room that is completely unique to those people in that space. And I absolutely love that. It feels like a corrective to all the things that scare me about my job.”

Porter, who lives in Bath with his wife and three sons, is no stranger to Cork, his most recent visit being in April, when he performed at an event in the Glucksman Gallery with musician Elaine Howley and writer Danny Denton.

“It was brilliant, I loved that. I’m very fond of Cork and I’m pleased to be coming back so soon. I did the West Cork Literary Festival one year as well which was incredible, I had one of the nicest swims of my life. I went walking around the bay there and found a nice little spot to swim in the morning. Swimming and reading are the two best things a human can do really.”

The author also loves Irish audiences, who he says embrace the fluidity of his performances.

“They don’t flinch. I don't know what I must have done in a past life to have earned it. I have always felt that my work is welcome. Maybe it's because there’s a sort of unEnglishness about the way I work. But also your culture industry is just so positive — unusual collaborations across different forms get a yes, whereas in the UK, they often get an ‘ah, sorry things are a bit tight or audiences won’t like that’.”

One of the most fruitful creative partnerships of Porter’s career has been with Cillian Murphy. Their friendship blossomed when the actor starred in the stage show of Grief is the Thing with Feathers (adapted by Enda Walsh). Porter and Murphy then collaborated on a short film, All of This Unreal Time, directed by Aoife McArdle, which will get its Irish premiere at Sounds from a Safe Harbour.

“That was a beautiful thing, actually, because that was written for Cillian as a gift for him to think about and read, and then he turned it into a more personal thing in the workshopping of it, and then in the film, it became more about Aoife McArdle’s thoughts. And that’s what I love, that my text isn’t owned by me, it goes off to be changed by them. It is exciting to show it in Ireland.”

Porter says Murphy, currently wowing the world with his performance in Oppenheimer, has been a big influence on him personally and professionally.

“Working with Cillian is an absolute joy always. He’s a master of his art and has been a real influence on me and the way I think about language and performance. We have great irons in the fire. It is just beautiful to have a good creative friendship like that. And obviously he has gone off and conquered the world.”

Murphy’s performance in Oppenheimer is ‘astonishing’, says Porter, adding: “It is mad… a biopic of a nuclear scientist doesn’t scream box office. It is incredible to see my 13-year-old son discussing it with all his mates on Snapchat.”

The struggle of what it is to be human and the loss that underpins our existence is never far from the surface in Porter’s work. Grief is something we all experience at some point, he says.

“We are all experiencing it at some point — the lady in front of you in the queue at the checkout, the guy you just tutted at because he couldn’t get his bus pass working. And if we all lived in a world where we based our behaviour slightly more on that truth, wouldn’t that be an incredible thing?”

Art and the sharing of it helps us reckon with loss while finding joy, something that those behind Sounds from a Safe Harbour are also tuned into.

“We’re all coming together, we’re using art, music, language, dance, even smell — all to come to terms with stuff that happened last year or 20 years ago. Because it’s a shared thing. And I love how close to the surface that is — maybe it’s Mary's genius, maybe it's the nature of the festival, or the place. I don't know. But I run to it, I absolutely run to it. Because it creates extraordinary joy as well as deep gratitude and all the good things that we should be. It’s literally like hydration. And I need it.”'

[angelst4re]

after 3/4 months gone on tour, jamie’s come back is not what he expected, their twins still obviously love him but he feels having miss a lot of their growing and he’s super sad and cries

this is so cute!!! i love writing about the twins :)

Returns- Dad Jamie x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: none :)

୨♡୧ note: JAMIE'S GOING TO BE ON JIMMY FALLON TONIGHT!!! i don't know where to watch it in the uk though... i'm gonna have to do some searching!

“Daddy?” Charlie’s head turned towards the door, watching as Jamie tried his best to come in quietly to surprise his family. 

“Ah! You caught me!” Jamie chuckles, leaving his suitcases by the door and crouching down as his son runs into his arms, “how have you been, little man?” 

“Good. I’ve missed you!” 

“I’ve missed you too, you’ve grown so much!” 

“So have you!” Charlie giggles. 

“I haven’t seen you in so long, how’s school? Do you like it?” 

“Yes, it’s so fun!”

“That’s great, I wish I could’ve been there for your first day. How’s Belle? Does she like school?” 

“Yeah, I think so-”

“Belle’s sleeping at the moment, she hasn’t been feeling too well.” You say, walking down the hallway on your way to hug Jamie. “None of us have whilst you’ve been gone.” You murmur. 

“I’m sorry, you know how much I wish I could take you all with me! But it’s easier like this.”

“I know, love.” You tell him, “but it’s only for a couple more months, then you’ll be home for good.”

“Exactly, I hate having to leave you all, I really do, darling.”

“But it’s your job,” Charlie points out. “That’s why we see you on the TV!”

Jamie slowly turned his face to you, his eyebrows raised. 

“Okay! I might have let them watch something whilst you were gone… but they missed you! What else was I supposed to do?” You confess, Jamie chuckles. 

“You could’ve just called me.”

“But the time’s different where you film!” Said Belle, running into the living room in her pyjamas, teddy bear in hand. 

“I know, my love!” Jamie frowned, pulling his daughter into a hug, “you’ve also grown so much! God- Gosh! I’ve only been gone for a few months!”

Belle giggles, wiggling her way up onto the sofa next to Jamie. 

“I’ve missed you so much, daddy. Nobody at school believes me when I say you’re famous!”

“Don’t they?” Jamie gasps, “well, why don’t we prove them wrong tomorrow! I’ll take you both to school… in the big car.”

“Really?!” Charlie’s eyes light up. 

“Yep!” 

“Yay!”

“I love you, daddy!” Belle grins, hugging her father, “never leave again!” 

You could’ve sworn you saw a single tear roll down your husband’s cheek as his children hugged him, it’s like he had never been gone. 

—————————♡—————————

You lied in the bath, actually being able to relax for the first time in months as Jamie read the twins bedtime stories and tucked them in. They seemed to be attached to his side since he returned- however, you didn’t mind this. 

“Y/n?” Jamie calls out from the bedroom.

“I’m in the bath, dear.”

“Oh, okay. I just wanted to ask-”

“You can come in,” you chuckle, watching as the door slowly opens. “They really love you, I don’t know why you think they don’t.” 

“I just feel terrible, y/n. Leaving them for as long as I do, leaving you.” He sighs, tears beginning to fill his eyes, “they’ve grown up so much, and I haven’t been here to see it. I feel awful.” 

“But they know you’ll always be back, they get so excited when I tell them their dad’s coming home!”

“But they shouldn’t have to, it.. It’s not fair. I should be here all the time! It’s not fair on you, love, having to look after them all the time.”

“Hey, it doesn’t bother me, okay? I’m fine with it.” You tell him with a smile, reaching your hand out to him. He takes your hand and you rub your thumb over his knuckles, “don’t worry about it, okay, darling?”

He smiles and nods his head, his hand leaving yours to run through your hair

“Do you want to get in?” You ask, “it’s a pretty big bath!”

[uksresort]

Winter Vacation: What You Need to Know

Introduction

The majority of us spend the winter outside, traveling, engaging in new or ongoing activities, and experiencing new adventures. However, these six weeks of vacation will be very different from prior years, so at UK’s Resort, we've been thinking about the best ways for you and your family to read and plan your trip to one of The Best Resorts Near Lonavala during winter.

We all know it is not as simple to just pack our suitcases and walk out on vacation as any other year; everything needs to be prepared to preserve our families' health as a priority. For some families, the stress of a hectic lifestyle has negatively impacted mental health. Here are some suggestions for entertaining wintertime activities and some advice on how to be ready for the much-needed break.

The Following are Some Preparation Points:

1. Make a List:

The ability to convey your demands and those of your family for the summer break depends on this activity for the summer holidays. So, take a pen and some paper, and get ready to write down your dream summertime activities. With consideration for travel limits and other guidelines, ask your children what they would like to do in these weeks.

2. Try to Keep Your Schedule:

The arrival of the winter break may make it more difficult for kids to maintain their routines. The dynamic of the school system may be difficult to mimic at home because it is well structured to ensure that students are well-rested and ready to learn. Maintaining your schedule, however, will help kids be less nervous when they go to school before winter vacation. Also, they will cooperate and take full advantage of their winter vacations if they are well-rested.

3. Plan Days Ahead:

With the help of this advice, you may enjoy a stress-free summer vacation by planning out your activities in advance. Consider the weather and adjust to your surroundings; having fun doesn't necessarily require traveling far from home.

Be flexible with yourself; set aside days for surprise activities like rainwater, color gun fight, balloon fight gardening, or dropping by to visit friends and family.

4. Plan in Advance any Probable Amusement Needs for your Family:

Art and crafts

Ingredients

Walking shoes

Flip flops

Camp  out in the family room

Snacks

Hot water bath

5. Read up on Resorts:

In a similar spirit, decide in advance which restaurants you wish to visit. You can uncover some delectable selections whether you read some reviews or ask about them. Of course, you should also be sure to allow space in your calendar for impromptu restaurant or bar discoveries. One of the finest aspects of winter vacation is exploring a new town or city, finding a cute spot, and going straight there to sample some local cuisine.

6. Planning Some Activities:

It's crucial to schedule some activities for after you reach your destination. This will make sure that no one gets bored and that everyone has a wonderful time. If you're taking young children on a trip, seek family-friendly activities nearby. You could wish to stop by a neighboring park or playground, for instance. Or you might want to join up for some of the family-friendly activities offered by the hotel if you're staying at the best resort.

If you're searching for something more daring, there are lots of outdoor activities available. You could wish to go kayaking, fireplace meeting, bicycling, or hiking, for instance. Alternatively, if you're staying in a city, you might want to check out some of the nearby sights.

Conclusion:

Consider making travel arrangements to a  winter vacation spot like a UK’s Resort if you want to have fun and take your family on an adventure. Ensure that you thoughtfully and carefully plan for each member of the family at the Best Resort Near Lonavala. Enjoy a stress-free winter holiday with your family while making lasting memories.