#hotel room suites

[temeyes]

he’s dressed up for today’s occasion!!

[champagnexowishes]

[cerubean]

hotel wip???

[laindir]

the itafushi brofist ;;;;

[caitlynmeow]

Alcina is a clingy mother.

Ever since she had her first daughter, she knew that she won’t find it easy to leave the child behind and get back to work. Luckily, she has an office in her home and can be close enough to check on in her baby whenever she needs it (which is most of the time). Yes, she did hire the best Nannie’s to help look after Bela but it’s not enough because she needs to physically be there and hold her baby and give her all of her love and attention.

Even when she needs to travel for business, she takes Bela with her regardless of how young she is. Alcina isn’t going to sleep somewhere while her little baby is away from her. It fills her with anxiety and she can’t cope with that.

As Bela got older, Alcina’s feelings didn’t go away or lessen. With her walking and navigating her way around the large house, Alcina was worried about her toddler tripping and falling down. Any injury, any scrapped knee always put the woman on edge. She doesn’t handle it well when her babies are in pain.

Generally, Alcina accepted that when it comes to her children, she will always be like this. Yes, she’s clingy and she is always worried about them and it is what it is, her daughters will just have to accept that this is the way she is.

She can sense when something bad is going to happen.

She is aware that it’s a mother’s intuition but she can tell when something is wrong and when one of her children is not okay.

She can tell when a daughter is sick before she even sees her.

One time when Cassandra and Daniela went out and said that they’ll be back later to shopping with their mom, Alcina knew that something was wrong when her twelve year old and nine year old didn’t show up.

Alcina panicked and called the police immediately, reporting her children missing. The police didn’t want to start their search, first saying that it’s not been twenty four hours and that the girls might have fun away. Alcina nearly lost it, telling the police that her daughters were excited to go out with her and certainly not planning on running away. Her anger and intensity made the police start looking for the two girls.

A while later Cassandra and Daniela shows up, saying that they got lost and Cassandra’s phone had died. After the hugs and the tears Alcina looked at the two and

“And you couldn’t find a single building where you can ask to use the phone?! Next time your phone dies I don’t care what you do, you knock on doors you find the nearer person and you make the damned phone call and tell me where you are!”

Even Cassandra would hold back any smart ass comeback because their mother is really mad and she doesn’t want to test that. Because by the age of twelve, she already knows what her mother is capable of and she doesn’t want to get into more trouble that she’s already in.

Back to Alcina, the whole point of this post is to say that she’s one clingy mama and when her kids are away from her she misses them and she always always always knows when something is wrong like all her mama instincts would be screaming at her that something is wrong.

So Alcina is both clingy and has separation anxiety when it comes to her daughters.

[blacksupremacy86]

A Private Show Part 1

The bright golden ray of light shining is fully going through reigns into the roof top tier hotel room in a penthouse made of a great recreation because I have offered to pay for a room for just tonight because I have to take control.

Sitting in the man hotels grandiose giant grand room Actor Tom Ellis stares at the beautiful holiday decorations adorning all the ceilings and walls around the building sparkling with gold, silver, red and green into his eyes.

He is stuck in place unable to move from the same spot as everything encircling him in a clear spot his mind is spinning with fury out of his way and his body settles back into his chair and he is lifting off the ground onto a unknown realm.

A strange man assuming absolute control of his body backs up to him landing his hand on to the table groping it tightly he helps him up and leading him in up to his full height and potential giving him a shove forward.

Tom falls face forward into the elevator as his mind goes blank when the lights blare on all of his senses are dull leaving his busy frantic nerves going into overdrive as it sped up to a private room and he is lost in a state of it.

The elevator races up towards to the top of the building it is the penthouse the shaft is stopping on the floor as the door rang loud swung open as he stood up mindless and empty wiped of his own identity over doing it.

He is taxed his mind completely gone as a young man enters the fray walking in to the shaft taking his hand guiding him in to the hotel room and onto the carpet with a smirk he is all gleeful pecking his cheek then sits on his bed.

A large bing can be heard with one snap of his finger a strobe of white light appears in a freak flash of light consuming through the entire room blasting us both in a heat of fiery white fury everything disappears due to me.

The room is covering up in a sea wave of his room taking over in plants suddenly we are in a new arena and here I am sitting with a drink in my hand and snack by my sides to eat and there he is coming out of the cabin next to me.

“Oh Hey Master!”

“It is about damn time”

“Sorry! I am nervous “

“You are wasting my time”

“What happened?”

“I saved you “

“Did you ?”

“What was wrong with me?”

“You were a free range white boi”

“I need to be owned “

“Put on the tux”

“It’s on the bed “

“Get dressed”

“Then get back here”

“Poor me a drink”

“Yes Master”

“Mix something amazing”

“As you wish”

“Here you go sire”

“Refreshing “

“Go back inside “

“Sire”

“Do it”

“Approach me seriously “

“Yes Master”

“Hello my king”

“Are you in need of everything “

“More food and drinks “

“Right away “

“I’ll take your cup “

“Excellent “

“Here is your refill”

“Get to work bitch”

“I love that “

“You are bitch “

“You love it”

“Oh God!”

“Mmmmm…..”

“Yes”

Poor Tom stood still next to me embracing the heat of sunlight in a tuxedo sweating bullets profusely everywhere but simply put he is zonked out when I snapped my finger sinking him into submission his whole world turns off. His brain registers a huge bing sound as he froze in time like a robot I help him down to the chair fixing his face with my hand on his chin and kiss him lengthy in action of my lips as he can’t fight me any longer because I am in control. I open his mouth placing a cigar in it closeit then I lite it slowly commanding him to take heavy swig and smoking it crazily as he fell under my power.

“I’m back bitch”

“Ooohhh Master!”

“Do you love me sire?”

“I do”

“Yes Master”

“Don’t walk away “

“I can’t get enough of you “

“Let’s fuck boi”

“Yes Master”

“Master sit on my lap”

“Mmmm…you kiss so well”

“God Master”

“Yes boi”

“You are my world”

“My everything “

“My life”

“My soul”

“My body “

“What do you think of me?”

“Godly”

“Kiss me”

“Babe!”

“Master! Dinner is reasy”

“I do as you please”

“Naturally “

“That is very fast”

“Anything for you”

“Kneel for me”

“You need to get up sir”

“Obviously bitch”

“Mmmm”

“You like what you see”

“I love it”

The end

[sarcastic-clapping]

have you ever had luck so good that it made you suspicious? like yes everything happening right now is objectively amazing but like. what, for free? i don’t believe you. why? what steaming turd is god going to dump on me later to balance these scales? sorry but i’m looking that gift horse directly in the mouth i don’t trust like that

[softquietsteadylove]

Gil surprised her with a matching look? She has a white nice dress and he shows up in a white suit? Would be a cool partner look =)

"Madame?"

Thena offered a tight smile as she picked up a glass of champagne off of a passing tray. "Merci."

She hadn't really wanted to come all the way here for this function, but it was insisted upon not only by her French diamond contact, but the entirety of his diamond house family. It was to seal their business, as well as act as a gesture of good will for future deals.

Karun told her she had to go, and Kingo doubled down, even telling her that she should 'lead him on a little more' for the sake of business. She attempted to ignore that.

She was an engaged woman.

She had told Gil she had to attend a meeting in France. But she knew that he was no fan of the monsieur with whom she had conducted business. In all fairness, she supposed she wouldn't be thrilled if he had to conduct business with the Little Heiress again. But she was here for tonight and then she could return home.

"Madame Glasse?"

She smiled as her business associate sat down adjacent to her. At least if she was seated or holding something, he didn't feel the need to kiss her hand. "It's a lovely soiree."

"You seem very," the gentleman looked around the sparkling ballroom, "isolated."

Thena inhaled, looking down at her don perignon. "Forgive me, monsieur, I have never been the life of the party."

"Ah," he offered a smile, adjusting the gold button of his beautiful blue suit. "You accepted my offer, but I think perhaps your heart is not here with us."

Her heart was in a penthouse apartment with a certain Tyrant King, who had probably fallen asleep on the couch in front of the Food Network. She should have just asked him to come with her, risk that he would start a fight be damned.

"Madame, would you grant me the privilege of speaking my mind with you?"

She gave him the faintest expression of surprise before nodding. Perhaps he wasn't as much of a dumb blonde - the irony of which did not escape her - as she had suspected.

"I admit I am quite taken with you," he expressed openly, leaning on the arm of his chair that was closer to her. He did have that sad, puppy-love expression on, too. "Positively enchante, truly."

Thena merely waited for him to go on.

"But as much as you did not tell me," his eyes drifted down, and to her hands, safely folded over her crossed legs. "You do not withhold your heart from me out of modesty, non?"

Thena adjusted her lace around her arms and in the crooks of her elbows. She didn't bother taking her ring off for the night. "Would that affect our business if I told you that you're right?"

He chuckled, although she could already see his disappointment. "But of course not. I am a gentleman, Madame Glasse, and I will honour our business just as you have. And I do have some brain under these looks."

Thena resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew it was in good humour, but few men were allowed to get away with cocky humour like that with her. One man in particular.

"I realise I am pursuing a woman who has already made her match," he sighed, leaning back again. His eyes flicked down, "it's a beautiful ring, cheri. They are small, but I can tell the quality of them is impeccable."

Thena smiled. The little diamonds in her ring, creating joints where the bands could meet in their weave, were indeed perfect in every way. "But of course; I am the diamond queen, after all."

"Indeed," her associate agreed, also plucking a glass of champagne for himself. He gave her a smile, "I am grateful that you came. But if you wish to leave, I will not hold it against you."

Oh, how she ached to be at home, in the arms of her Tyrant. But even with a private plane, the journey home was no quick hop across the pond.

"She should stay for a dance, at least."

"Gil!"

"Hey Princess," he greeted gently, despite her insistence that he not call her that in public. He bent over the arm of the chair, capturing her hand smoothly and pulling it up to his lips. "Miss me?"

He was like a knight in shining armour, and while she had never seen him in a white suit before, she didn't dislike it on him. She raised a brow, "new?"

"Like it?" he grinned as he pulled her to her feet, leading her closer to the dance floor. "I had my tailor whip it up just to surprise you."

Thena shook her head at him, her feet moving automatically as he led her until they could sway together, his hands holding hers and at her back. "When did you get here?"

"Not long ago, actually," he made a more sheepish face. "I got on a place a few hours after yours, after I picked up this number."

She smiled, running her hand over the lapel. "Did you want to match me so badly?"

"Well," he smiled as well, his eyes soft and reflecting the chandelier above them. "Can't let my wife show up to a fancy ball unaccompanied, can I?"

She refused to let him know how much she liked it when he called her his wife. "I did, though, didn't I?"

"Okay, so I was a little late," he huffed, rolling his eyes in good nature. He spun her around before pulling her closer, "I wasn't invited."

Thena stole a glance to the edge of the room, where her associate was excusing himself from the room entirely. "Last I checked, he was not in your good graces."

Gil shrugged, and her hand moved with the bounce of his massive shoulder as he did. "Just don't laugh at his jokes, Ice. Then we've got no problem."

She did not believe that. But perhaps she was too intoxicated by the warmth of him and the champagne she'd had. He pulled her nearly flush with him and she resisted the urge to lay her head on his chest.

"Sorry I'm late, baby," he whispered, sneaking a kiss to her temple while they were able to go unobserved. Or at least, unremarked upon, as far as this branch of society was concerned. They weren't exactly law abiding citizens, but this territory of Thena's was more about business than about brutality.

"You're forgiven," she sighed as she let him numb her overstimulated senses, "this time."

"This time?" he chuckled, and his chest bounced against hers from it.

"Just this time," she purred, running her hands over the front of his fine, white suit. "And this?"

Gil didn't even glance down as she tapped at the royal blue pocket square that screamed against the colour of the rest of his outfit. "Maybe a little bit of a challenge to French-y."

"So territorial," she murmured. She had to be careful not to sound like she enjoyed his territorial side; it would only encourage him.

Gilgamesh pulled her hand up his chest until he could kiss her fingertips, tapping against her ring as he did. "I think I have a right to be territorial about my own wife."

"We are not married."

"Yet," he nearly cut her off to insert. He smiled at her, still swaying them loosely to the beat of the band, "not yet. Anytime, any place, Ice."

"Hm," she sighed, the exhaustion of the business and the travel and the whole of the last few weeks weighing on her. She leaned against him heavier and he allowed it, holding her as much as she liked. "Not tonight."

"Fine," he chuckled, kissing her cheek this time. He stayed close, his nose dangerously near 'nuzzling' territory. "Wanna go home?"

"You just got here," she nearly groaned at the thought.

"Okay, so we get a room, spend a little time here before we go back?" he suggested. "We can take a long weekend in Paris, what do you think?"

She did not care what they did, so long as she didn't have to let go of him.

[captainfern]

https://www.tumblr.com/masterxdanx/676461623667507200

price. price. price. price. price. pri–

a slightly rougher version of price in my hotel fic complete with the suit and everything 🙏

[blurban-form]

Seaside Hotel

Mum is in need of a beach vacation, and the family travel to this hotel.

It looks like the hotel is situated in a less built-up area than the part of the Gold Coast where Nana lives (note all that greenery) but the area still supports multi-storey hotels.

The hotel’s parking entrance has that annoying setup where you can’t quite reach the card scanner / gateway access control unless you pull up really close in your vehicle. With little stub arms like dog-people have, this is probably a common problem.

(In real life, this can actually be very problematic if you unbuckle your seatbelt, open the door to reach out, slip, and get run over ‘cause your foot is off the brake. Be careful out there!)

The translucent garage door is a neat idea.

For the car buffs, vehicles in the parking level include an old VW Van and an old Fiat 500.

Again, an example of a parking structure with good lighting.

This hotel seems to lack proper luggage carts but in place of that there are a number of shopping carts and a kind of heavy-duty cart you sometimes see at places like Hammerbarn.

The room is noteworthy for a couple of reasons. It’s one of those suite-style ones that are good for families and extended stays.

The bunk beds in the kids room are nice to have. Here’s the kitchen, with a full-size fridge.

In the living room, Bluey and Bingo must weigh next to nothing for a recliner chair mechanism to launch them. Fun!

The hotel suite has two bathrooms (?) Here’s the first one.

The second has a jetted tub in it.

I’ve been in hotel rooms with tubs like this once or twice and they usually put a nice feature like a jetted tub / Jacuzzi in the main room, but here it’s in a bathroom with a toilet next to it.

Oh well. I shouldn’t complain, the beach access is awesome to have and that’s a great view from the balcony.

Hope Mum (and the family) managed to get some rest and relaxation and enjoy the time at the hotel. I’m sure they did.

[sarasa-cat]

Fwiw-- common cold #2 is far more of the sore throat, mild bouts of hacking cough, feeling run down and tired whereas NASTY ASS COLD #1 was a full on Stuffy Head So MUCH FUCKING MUCUS MAKE IT STOP that took 5evah to clear out because so much fucking mucus.

Common cold #2 is at that point where it will either be a brief annoyance and gone in a day or three, or it will decide to blossom into mucus-fucking-hell. Hopefully it won't. It doesn't have that feeling and is mostly a nasty sore throat and full body laziness.

I would like it to clear out soon.

(Have foodie food to omnomnomnom. Very good museums to visit. Clothes shopping to do. Favorite haunts to re-haunt. etc etc. Film to shoot. And so forth)

[mamdouhzika]

“From da gutter, now I'm moving like I'm undercover”

[telephone-junkie]

not now honey, mommy’s making low quality oasis gifs for her e-groupie blog

[ocean-liners]

Here’s one of the beautiful staterooms onboard RMS Queen Mary! Includes a couple of writing desks, working punkah louvers, and a fully functioning bathroom. We also take a look at some items that you might have once found in a cabin.

[bagsyy]

thinking abt a trashy vegas wedding w atsumu... he proposes and both of you are like “i don’t wanna wait if you don’t wanna wait” and it’s like. eloping is sooo atsumu he’s so impulsive once he realizes that he wants to marry you that’s all he can think about. and everything always feels so much lighter when you’re with him he’s sunshine personified so why wouldn’t you drop everything and say i do. and even though atsumu’s a show off he feels like a big wedding would just be so stressful and annoying. when the two of you start wedding planning and ppl warn him about how they don’t remember anything from their weddings because they were too busy thanking everyone for coming, that they didn’t even get to sit down to eat together... and he’s like “...why the fuck would we do that?”

[emily-mooon]

Watching Murdoch Mysteries and it’s the episode of the honeymoon for George Crabtree and Effie Newsome and currently it is giving off the most Jancy vibes ever and I lowkey want to write a fic based off of it but in the end I probably won’t.