#eurotrip snippet

[welcometololaland]

seven sentence sunday but not! sorry this is a queued post so if you've tagged me I APOLOGISE and beg eternally for your forgiveness. also, it's a eurotrip week? month? anyway, apologies to the 911 lone star fandom - i will be back next week? month? whenever i manage to put down words for the ring in (difficult recently).

There’s a vulnerability to it that makes Alex do a double take, even before he hears the words. It kinda kills him to make a big deal out of this – he could carry on justifying the extravagant purchases by giving better blowjobs – but that’s not what this is. What he wants is a summer romance steeped in mutual attraction. He didn’t ask for a very young, very hot, sugar daddy.

“You are looking after me,” he argues, flailing one arm in a way that is supposed to be expressive but probably looks a little unhinged. “Finding activities I can do on crutches? Booking Ubers everywhere? Making sure my foot is elevated every night even when I'm a little bitch about it? You’re doing more than enough. A V-8 supercar is not going to make me like you more.”

Henry makes a tiny noise, like he’s being strangled.

“What?” Alex asks sharply.

“Technically, it’s a V-10.”

“Is that even possible?” Alex cries. “I just— Fuck. You don’t have to go all Fast and Furious, okay? I like you just as much in this extremely fuel inefficient car as I like you squeezing into a hostel bed that probably has bed bugs.”

(don't ask about alex's foot that plot point is highly ridiculous) OPEN TAG and tags below

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[numptypylon]

Another snippet from my ‘Rayllum: Eurotrip’ (not the title, STILL can’t think of a title) hiatus hoedown story, where they’ve reached Runaan and Ethari’s rental house in Tuscany. It’s a continuous story, and prompt 10 is ‘Reconciliation’ soooo... had to have some drama in 9.

Mist was weaving through the ancient olive trees of the grove, giving an ethereal quality to the twisted old trunks, with their silvery grey bark and leaves.

An olive branch, Rayla had called it, the invitation to come here.

Callum bent to pick up a literal olive branch from the ground, sticking it under the straps of his backpack. Runaan would probably not appreciate the humor of him offering them that, as a host gift, but maybe it would… bring him luck.

He needed luck.

And he needed to lighten the mood. Rayla was apprehensive too, he could tell. He was the one supposed to be having the in-law troubles, but somehow, Rayla was the one getting into fights about the many insinuations from Runaan that he was not good enough for her, running the full gamut from subtle to… not.

“What does Runaan look like when he’s chilling in his Tuscan country house?” Callum asked, snickered at the idea of him in sandals and a t-shirt, his mind just… refusing to accept that mental image. “Clogs? Hawaiian shirt? Velvet robe?”

Rayla snorted with laughter, the sound lightening the somber mood in the grove, her smile lighting up her face and everything around her, like she always did. “Pfft. No. Pressed shirts. Pressed pants. But they’re linen, when he’s on vacation. And he has a straw hat that he wears sometimes. Just… imagine him asking Poirot for help with the dead body found in the hedge maze during his garden party, and you’re basically there.”

Callum looked down at his sangria-stained shorts and sweaty t-shirt. It was day 17 since the last time they had had washing machine access, and it showed.

[donnerpartyofone]

Have you seen “Midsommar”? Will you?

i did! i wouldn’t kick it out of bed, but i didn’t find it totally satisfying. a friend of mine said that she wished ari aster had saved the fabulous premise for a time when he seemed more prepared to make a really perfect movie, and i agree with that. MIDSOMMAR has all sorts of great inspiration at its core, but i found that it doesn’t hang together very well. on some level, it felt as if someone had reimagined FRIDAY THE 13TH with all the same simplistic moralizing, tits and gore, but with a fresh injection of intense, unpleasantly realistic relationship drama. it’s pretty weird. ari aster’s depiction of being in a dysfunctional relationship with someone who is both relentlessly emotionally sadistic, AND a complete coward (as all abusive partners are), is about as authentic as anything of the like that i’ve ever seen. however, while that’s going on, it feels like the cast of EUROTRIP is just bumbling around being comedically crass and xenophobic. you realize immediately that they’re going to get their traditional horror movie comeuppance, but when you eventually realize that certain of their fates were predetermined, then you have to ask why the punishing pagans allowed so much conflict and agitation to drag itself out in the meantime? MIDSOMMAR is stylish and engrossing for sure, but i’m not sure if i think it really makes its point very well.

one thing is certain, the best thing about the movie is florence pugh. i was immediately surprised by how wonderfully physical she is, whether her character is being tormented mentally or bodily. even an early boneheaded shrooming scene works on account of her ability to evoke the shivers and spasms of being seriously undesirably high. (the impossibly stupid CLIMAX should take a page out of her book)  i never would have guessed that a scene of maidens frolicking around a may pole could be as convincing and harrowing as it is in MIDSOMMAR, and this is mainly thanks to pugh’s confidence and muscularity. for a few weeks after, i was still scratching my head about whether she’s a trained dancer or something, when i innocently put on the breezy wrestling biopic FIGHTING WITH MY FAMILY (recommended), and there she was, killing it in the same way! i guess she’s my new reason to watch certain movies.

the last thing i’ll say, in case anyone wants to comment, is that i’ve seen snippets of an interview with ari aster where he says that MIDSOMMAR was made in the aftermath of a traumatic breakup, and so he wanted to make a really operatic breakup movie to process it. this really worried me because the bad boyfriend n MIDSOMMAR is like, really bad. not in an obvious, physically violent way, but as a painfully familiar spineless piece of shit who is just as afraid of love as he is of being alone, and who is even MORE afraid of being found at fault for anything, so he becomes an expert in gaslighting, with his girlfriend and all of his friends. it is possible that ari aster identifies with the woman in MIDSOMMAR, a codependent peacemaker who is totally complicit in her own destruction. (what my shrink calls toxic femininity) but i didn’t read the interview to find out, because if the boyfriend in MIDSOMMAR is the avatar for aster, i think maybe i don’t want to know. that thing woody allen did so well, where he exposes his own bad behavior so “bravely” that it is mistaken for humanity, is something i think artists shouldn’t do.

[playfight-official]

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[taajx]

What Neena Gupta Learnt On Her Solo Eurotrip

What Neena Gupta Learnt On Her Solo Eurotrip

Neena Gupta in a still from the video. (courtesy: neenagupta) New Delhi: Neena Gupta has been keeping the internet entertained with snippets of her recent solo trip. The veteran actress was seen exploring various picturesque locations across Europe including Greece and Rome. Now, Neena Gupta is back home in Mumbai and has shared a new video speaking about her experiences on the trip. Neena Gupta…

[welcometololaland]

thanks @suseagull04 @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes for the early tags :) i am writing the ring-in this week, but i present some eurotrip from last week so i've tried to limit this to rwrb people so as not to annoy. LS please forgive 🙏 i will be back shortly 💜

“I’m so glad we’re leaving tomorrow,” Henry whispers, crowding Alex into the water which has now turned warm. “I don’t think I can face them after—”

“You’re the one who got all desperate and handsy," Alex replies, smirking as he allows himself to be bailed up against the shower wall, even though the tiles are cold.

“This is my fault?”

“Basically, yeah.”

“Interesting logic,” Henry tells him, his lips tracing up and down Alex’s neck before sucking on a particular spot that makes Alex’s toes curl onto the shower floor. “I could have sworn you came before—”

“Extremely rude to call my endurance into question.”

Henry pulls back, an innocent expression plastered on his face. “What endurance?”

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[welcometololaland]

(i know it's not a wip-day, please don't yell at me, this is just to encourage myself).

The pause on the other end of the line tells Henry that Pez hasn’t revealed his masterplan to Bea. “You left Pez in Rome?”

“Why would I leave him?” Henry asks, perplexed. “He left me. He’s probably on an extravagant yacht in Mallorca, embroiled in a bridge tournament with several incredibly wealthy Spanish women.”

“That’s very specific.”

“But terribly on brand,” Henry insists. “In any case, he didn’t tell me where he was going, only that he wanted me to get out of my comfort zone.”

“Oh, I’ll kill him with my bare hands,” Bea threatens, which Henry hates to admit is incredibly endearing. “He left you alone?”

“Well, not alone..."

“He left you with a stranger?!”

“Sort of,” Henry says quickly. “Although, I must admit that—”

“Are you being held against your will, Henry? Because you should—”

“What? No, Bea, I’m fine.”

“I’ve seen ‘Taken’,” Bea says seriously. “I know how this goes.”

“Bea, I promise you,” Henry repeats. “If Alex is in the human trafficking business, he’s atrocious at his job. He can barely read a train timetable and he doesn’t know a single word of French.”

“Is French really necessary for human trafficking?” Bea asks, apparently still confused. Henry doesn’t blame her, he’s still a little confused by the Alex situation.

“It is if you’re in France.”

“Right,” Bea says, apparently still unconvinced. “I think you better explain.”

just tagging in my angels @rmd-writes and @celeritas2997 in case they're interested to read <3

[welcometololaland]

it's sunday where i am, so i am going to start this <3 also, i am aware this is seven lines not sentences but oh well.

“I think, in this very specific instance, you might be right,” Henry concedes quietly. “This is rather ghastly.” “In this specific instance?” Alex scoffs. “I’m right, like, ninety-nine percent of the time. Also, this room gives me anxiety.” “There is a lot going on.” “And they have so much money!” Alex adds. “Did no one bother hiring a decent interior designer?” Henry doesn’t look at him, but Alex notices his lips twitch into a wry smile as he tips his head back to gaze up at the ceiling. Unfortunately, this exposes the entire column of his neck and Alex has some thoughts about that. “I didn’t know you were such an expert on interiors.” “You don’t need to know much about design to know that this is bad,” Alex snipes, not bothering to keep his voice down. “You just need eyes.” “And here I was thinking that art is subjective,” Henry replies, which is infuriating because he’s right, but Alex doesn’t love that outcome.

Open tag for y'all and some targeted attacks below (which is basically a thank you to everyone who tagged me in wip weds and seven sentence sunday last week as an apology that i did not adequately keep up + some other fire snippets i saw. i'll do better next week!)

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[welcometololaland]

(sorry, it's not sunday and there are way more than seven sentences here, so I couldn't even pretend. this is a little play on canon but in europe).

“Did that man just say ‘sweat drop down my balls?’” Henry asks, mouth agape as he stands completely still.  “Hell yeah,” Alex yells back. “But you’re not gonna get sweaty at all if you stand still!” Henry gives him a very forced smile and starts to bob up and down and Alex wants to scream. He knows Henry can do better than this. Such a sexy, sexy man can't be that bad at dancing.

“He really doesn’t dance, does he?” Siobhan giggles in his ear a minute later as she, Fiadh and Saoirse pass them, hands in the air as they dig their way deeper into the throng. Over their heads, he sees Maeve pretending to slap Freya’s ass as she twerks, two hands on her knees.  “He’ll get there!” Alex yells back with renewed confidence. “Come on, Henry, loosen up.” “It’s a bit hard to loosen up when you—” “Three, six, nine, damn you’re fine!” Alex sings, along with sixty other people in the club. Henry looks at him like he’s grown an extra head, which makes Alex wonder what Henry would have done if he’d yelled out the iconic lyrics to Azealia Banks’ '212', which had been playing when they first walked in. In response, Alex pulls him towards the floor. “It’s telling you to get low!” “My knees aren’t eighteen anymore, Alex!” Alex, who has obediently dropped down in accordance with the lyrics, stares up at Henry from dick-height. “Are you saying you wouldn’t get on your knees for me?”

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tagging my eurotrip emotional support people + others who have suffered through me writing this fic for like 3 years @celeritas2997 @rmd-writes @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @dustratcentral @three-drink-amy @athousandrooms @the-amber-fox @villiageidiot just to prove im still DOING IT.

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[welcometololaland]

feeling a little down this week so pepping myself back up to write more eurotrip. here's a weekly snippet if you (like me) are surprised to see more words appearing in the google doc.

“I’m not going to make you kiss me if you don’t want to,” Henry points out as he sits up, mirroring Alex’s position. There’s a ridiculous urge to laugh bubbling up in him, but Alex might actually murder him if he gets the giggles.

“But I do want to!”

Henry coughs in an attempt to cover up his poorly disguised snort. “You quite literally just said you didn’t want to anymore.”

“It was hypothetical—”

“Oh,” Henry interrupts. “I understand. You’re stalling.”

“I'm not stalling!”

“Alex, are you…nervous?”

Alex scoffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Have you ever kissed a man before?”

“Yes, but that’s like…not even relevant.”

“Would you like me to show you how I like to be kissed?” Henry asks coyly. He has a lot of questions about why he feels so attracted to Alex acting so petulant, but that’s a future-Henry problem. Perhaps he likes having his sanity tested on some level. He tries to push it to the back of his mind as he reaches out and takes Alex’s hand, coaxing him closer. 

“Now you sound like you’re out to judge my technique,” Alex protests, practically pouting. He doesn’t shrink away though, allowing himself to be pulled into Henry’s orbit.

“I can’t help it if you’re a bad kisser,” Henry teases, watching as Alex’s eyes flash dangerously before dropping to Henry’s lips. Somehow, they’re both gradually leaning closer together.

“You’re the worst,” Alex retorts, which is completely at odds with his actions. “Bet you’re gonna kiss me just so you can make fun of me later.”

“Christ,” Henry breathes, nudging his nose against Alex’s cheek before he feels Alex’s hand cup the back of his neck. “You’re as thick as it gets.”

@rmd-writes @celeritas2997 my two most faithful eurotrip subscribers, thank you, thank you, thank you 💜

[welcometololaland]

just doing my random little eurotrip snippet to keep myself accountable (we're somewhere between 55 and 60k and yet to finish chapter 6/17)

“So, you’re taking photos of me?” Henry asks, apparently perplexed.

“Do you not want me to?”

“No, that’s fine,” Henry replies. “It’s just…why?”

Alex wants to strangle him. “How else am I going to convince everyone that I managed to get you to go on a date with me? You think Nora is just gonna believe that? No way.”

Henry looks a little shocked. “Sorry, what?”

“Nora is a demon sent from the depths of hell to annoy the living shit out of me,” Alex deadpans. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

“I meant the date part,” Henry says weakly, as if he wasn’t the one who fucking came up with the idea of a real date. “Is that what this is?”

“Isn’t that what you said this morning?” Alex practically wails. He’s confused and frustrated and wants to fling himself into the moon.

“Oh,” Henry breathes, chewing his lip in what Alex now recognises as a nervous habit. “I didn’t know you were being serious—”

“Jesus tits, I can’t deal with you,” Alex groans, throwing his hands over his eyes.

“I— I’m sorry?”

When Alex takes his hands away from his face, Henry is giving him a perplexed look. Before he can say anything else which will make Alex want to commit several violent crimes, he says, “I’m going to cool off,” and promptly throws himself overboard.

tagging @celeritas2997 and @rmd-writes because as my friends and eurotrip beloveds, they signed up to be annoyed by me

[welcometololaland]

Thanks for the tag @carlos-in-glasses 💜 This is a little something something from eurotrip - read until the end for a sea creature throwback (if you ever read sfy - bless up user whale dicks. i miss u)

It's fifteen minutes after the best shower of Alex's life when someone knocks on their door. Henry doesn’t have a shirt on and Alex is still hopping into a pair of shorts, but he shrugs and moves to open it, ignoring Henry’s squawk of protest. He’s doing the world a favour by not having a shirt on, anyway. “Hi,” says a girl on the other side of the door. She’s about five foot nothing with jet black hair and green eyes, and is holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and a stack of plastic cups in the other. “It’s mandatory shot time.” “It’s…what?” Alex asks, looking between the girl and the bottom rack tequila. Typically, he refuses to drink bad tequila on principle. But it’s free, so he might make an exception. “None for me thanks,” says Henry’s voice from somewhere behind him.  “It’s seven p.m. and it’s non negotiable,” the girl says primly, shoving a plastic cup into Alex’s hand. “Plus, we had to listen to you guys fuck for the past twenty minutes, so you owe us.” Alex stares at her blankly and ignores the choking noise from somewhere in the room. He hopes Henry hasn’t swallowed his own tongue. “Sorry?” “You should be,” she says, splashing tequila into his cup. “I’m not even going to give you lime and salt because the walls are not that thick and one of you moans like a sperm whale.”

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[welcometololaland]

alex: i'm not dramatic

also alex: “I’m going to cut your legs off,” he tells Henry, which is really not what he’d like to say, but it’s what comes out.

[welcometololaland]

the best most hilarious jokes and absolutely irresistible banter! ♡

evie!!! you kill me 😭 have some eurotrip banter - alex is in a bad mood because henry won't have sex with him in a six bed dorm.

“No,” Alex mumbles. “But maybe you could agree to a blowjob in a confessional or something.” “We are not having sex in a cathedral,” Henry replies, biting his lip in an increased effort to keep the laughter in. “That is a touch too sacrilegious for me.” “Fine,” Alex replies, his expression softening as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. Bloody hypocrite, Henry thinks. “A castle. A non-religious monument. A museum!” “Most of those places have tight security,” Henry points out. “I’d rather take my chances at the hostel.” “Not with Prudence around,” Alex points out darkly. “She’s everywhere.” “She’s probably here right now,” Henry teases. Alex pretends to look under the table, then ducks his head back into view. “Either that or she’s been kidnapped.” “Alex, you can’t say that—” “I can and I will,” Alex sighs. “But it doesn’t change that we have two more nights of forced celibacy before I can do some very bad things to you.”

[welcometololaland]

UNHINGED INSPIRATION TIME

still on my break but haven't written anything (almost) in 2 weeks and god knows I need some inspiration, so thanks to @hippolotamus for tagging me ❤️

this is for eurotrip so will tag some people i know are writing rwrb: @rmd-writes @celeritas2997 @nelsonnicholas @inexplicablymine @sunshinestrand @cha-melodius @14carrotghoul @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @three-drink-amy @happiness-of-the-pursuit @iboatedhere @kiwiana-writes @suseagull04 @orchidscript @ships-to-sail @indestructibleheart @meraki-yao @dumbpeachjuice @sherryvalli @tintagel-or-cockleshells

and some lone star mutuals who have tagged me in stuff recently and i'm so sorry i promise i have not abandoned you and i love your creations!!! @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @whatsintheboxmh @birdclowns @freneticfloetry @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @carlos-tk @lemonlyman-dotcom @redshirt2 @louis-ii-reyes-strand @alrightbuckaroo

PLEASE FEED ME SOME ROGUE FIC INSPIRATION 😘

[welcometololaland]

SNIPPET - WHEN IN ROME AKA. EUROTRIP (TO BE POSTED 4 OCTOBER)

“This is my atrociously handsome friend, Henry,” Pez proclaims, even though Alex didn’t really need the description because he was fucking born with eyes. He’s vaguely aware that it’s probably strange that his first thought is that Henry is beautiful, but Alex has never had an issue with appreciating good-looking people and he’s very comfortable in his heterosexuality, thank you very much.

Henry gives him a small smile that looks a bit tense around the edges and Alex suddenly feels awkward because he doesn’t offer his hand to shake, picking up his short glass with both hands instead. Alex coughs awkwardly and takes a sip of his Peroni.

“Er, hi,” Henry says, rotating the glass in his hands. Alex wonders why he’s doing that. He imagines that it’s going to make the drink very warm. “I’m sorry,” Henry adds, cringing slightly, “it’s a bit uncomfortable when Pez introduces me like that.”

Pez snorts inelegantly and takes a sip of his own drink. “You think you’d be used to it, Hazza,” he says, waving a hand like Henry is some sort of irritating fly. “I only do it every second time.”

“What’s your other go to?” Alex asks, grateful for the distraction. He can feel a surging nervousness rolling off Henry in waves and wonders what his fucking problem is.

“Diabolical sex god,” Pez replies without a hint of irony, and Henry makes a sound like he’s choking on his tongue. Alex wonders how on earth someone so awkward could be an accomplished lover. Not that he’s thinking about it.