#i am moving to Scotland with him for the summer

[lyrashifts]

. . . INTRODUCING MY MARAUDERS DR !

ABOUT : this dr is set in the 70s, and begins during my first year at hogwarts. it strays quite far from the actual events of the marauders era, and instead merges with the plot of the lighting era. in this dr, me and my friends work against prejudices and an upcoming war, as well as a very dangerous voldemort on the rise.

౨ৎ﹕[ ABOUT ME ! ]

+ name : lyra a. lavigne

+ nationality : english-french

+ birthplace : cambridge, england

+ languages : english, french

+ blood status : pureblood

+ house : gryffindor

+ moodboard

౨ৎ﹕[ PERSONALITY ! ]

+ likes : writing, playing the guitar, drawing, reading, theater, cookies, poetry, magical creatures and animals, going on long walks, baking, being better dressed than everyone else, jumpers, rainy days, shopping (especially for music and clothes), hozier, queen, david bowie, the smiths, little women, lemon iced tea, stealing james's invisibility cloak, pranking (and actually getting away with it)

+ known for : converse, cherry red, loving 90s muggle movies, being best friends with remus, reading at social events when bored, drinking too much coffee, having cool hair, my style, quoting dead poets society daily, leather jackets, liking hozier and the smiths way too much, being an amazing gift giver, having a new hairstyle every day, being nice to everyone unless they cross me, smelling like cinnamon, coffee, and books, being amazing at school and magic, somehow getting every lead role in plays, wearing jumpers and leather jackets in the dead of summer and not somehow overheating to the point of death

౨ৎ﹕[ BACKSTORY ! ]

+ backstory : i grew up in england where a lot of my family was but by the time i turned 13 we moved to scotland, partially to attend hogwarts and partially because my parents wanted to get away from some of our pureblood family members. my parents, though from a notable pureblood family, don't agree with the views of pureblood culture. because my parents' reputation for their last name still upheld, when we moved we were invited to an event that ended up just being a pureblood society ball. we only stayed out of politeness, but it was there that i met sirius and promised to be best friends with him when we got to hogwarts since we both hated the party.

౨ৎ﹕[ WARDROBE ! ]

+ description : my style in this dr can change a lot, especially taking into consideration the weather or location i'm in. in terms of colors, i wear a lot of neutrals but tend to have a specific color pop (which oftentimes a cherry red). during winter and autumn months, i am often wearing oversized jumpers (whether mine or stolen from remus). i also almost always wear flared or baggy pants. some of my iconic pieces include leather jackets, doc martens, band tees, baker boy hats, plaid skirts, and more. during the summer i tend to wear baby tees and babydoll tops, along with skirts. with my uniform, i pair many accessories to make it look as appealing as possible, and use magic to have different nails every day.

౨ৎ﹕[ LIFE AT HOGWARTS ! ]

+ general : students start first year at 14, so it is a sort of hybrid between highschool and university, where students have much more freedom once 18. school uniforms are only required during classes from monday - thursday, and on friday you may wear your desired outfit underneath your robes.

+ dorms : students are allocated private dorms that have within them a bed, a desk, a private bathroom, and more. once a student is assigned to a dorm, the dorm changes to accommodate that student's taste. once you are given your dorm number, you must choose a password and it is your responsibility to ensure students you do not want to come in cannot. in the case that a student knows your password and you do not want them to, you can ask a professor to change it and they will do so. alohomora will not unlock dorm rooms. dorms are organized by house, but boy's and girl's dorms are not separated - everything is instead organized by house and name.

+ extra-curriculars : the clubs i am part of include music club (which later inspires me and my friends to make a band), theater club, art club, care of magical creatures club, and in later years, the quidditch team

+ houses : the animosity between houses (especially slytherin and gryffindor) is not nearly as prevalent as depicted in the books. it is known that not all students in one house are the same, and so, while some friendly competition is encouraged, it is not uncommon to have friends from every house. students of every house are allowed into the common rooms and dorms (with permission of at least one person from that house).

+ events : all the events featured in this post are included in this dr

౨ৎ﹕[ ABOUT THIS DR ! ]

+ worldbuilding : not a lot changes about the war except for the fact that it's toned down and ends during my seventh year (which we redo since it would be similar to the last year in the harry potter books - looking for horcruxes without actually being at hogwarts). of course, none of my friends die. i haven't accounted for how the war will end exactly, so i suppose i'll let that work itself out organically.

+ main friends : remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, lily evans, regulus black, marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald.

+ relationships : i am a formal part of both the marauders and the valkyries. i became friends with the marauders at the start of the school year, and we were consequently established as a friend group before me and the girls. i tend to spend more time with the marauders but our groups often mingle since everyone gets along (except maybe lily and james at the beginning). i also have some friends in slytherin, such as andromeda and regulus, but i tend to stay away from the anti-muggleborn students.

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 20

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“Good morning, Mase” Adele said while walking into the kitchen of the small flat they had rented for the rest of Paris Fashion Week.

“Good morning, gorgeous” he smiled.

“Are you making me breakfast?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his naked torso and leaving a kiss on his shoulder.

“I am.” 

“Urgh, you are the best.”

“I know” he smirked.

“I could get used to this, you know?” Adele said, kissing the back on his neck while one of her fingers traced the shape of his abs. “To you making me breakfast while shirtless every morning.”

“It could actually happen, you know?”

“What do you mean?” she asked after kissing his other shoulder.

“This. Us together every morning” Mason said, turning around on her arms to face her and hugging her back. 

“With the crazy schedule you have?” she chuckled. “I don't think so.”

“What if I took a sabbatical year?”

“What?”

“I've been thinking about it for a while, and I think I deserve it, Addie. I've been working my ass off literally and figuratively for the past few years, and after the one we've had, I think I deserve some time to relax and just have a normal life. Or as normal as someone like me can” he chuckled. “I deserve to enjoy some time with my family without having to worry about the next plane I have to catch, and I definitely deserve some time with you” he said, caressing her cheek. “Now that we are finally together, I want to make up for all the time we've lost, Addie. Like, maybe we could go back to Italy and live there for a year, have what we had during the summer. Or maybe we could travel the world, living in a different country every few months. Or we could… I don't know, buy ourselves one of those camper vans and travel from Scotland all the way to Cornwall.”

“I don't have a driver's licence, Mase” she laughed.

“I'll do all the driving, I don't care. All that matters is that we are together, Addie” he said, cupping her face. “I want to go to bed and wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life. Here, in Italy or the moon. Because I love you, Addie. I love you so much” he said before kissing her, not allowing her to give him a reply, to tell him that she also loved him. 

At first their kiss was slow, a gentle one. But it quickly turned into a more passionate one, Mason's hands moving from her face to her butt, lifting her in the air and making her wrap her legs around his body.

“Mason!” Adele giggled as he sat her on the table.

“Yes?” he said as he started to kiss her neck, his hands moving up her thighs. She was wearing one of his t-shirts, only her knickers underneath it. 

“What about breakfast? Those toasts are gonna get cold and all soggy.”

“I'll make you more, don't worry” he said as his hands reached her waist, his thumbs making small circles on her skin, the feeling sending goosebumps all over her body. 

“But I'm hungry now.”

“So am I” he smirked. 

“Oh, you rascal” Adele laughed.

“As if you didn't like it” he said before getting rid of her t-shirt, now both of them being topless. “I love you, Adele.”

“I love you too, Mason” she said before kissing him and completely forgetting about their breakfast. 

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“Finally, guys!” Rianne said. “Where were you?”

“Stuck in traffic” Mason sighed.

“And while you waited, did you entertain yourselves making out?” she asked with a mischievous smile.

“What?” Adele chuckled.

“Mason has always had nice lips, Addie. But they've never looked like that on their own.” 

“Looked like what?”

“Like this” Rianne said while pouting. 

“And if we shared a few kisses then what, uh?” Mason said.

“Few kisses… Ha!” Rianne laughed. “But it's ok, guys. I get it. You are obsessed with each other and I'm here for it. Now let's go have a drink, everyone is waiting for you.”

“Do my lips look different?” Mason asked Adele as they followed Rianne. They were at an exclusive party Vogue was throwing to celebrate the end of Paris Fashion Week and Fashion Month, anyone who was someone in the business being in attendance. 

“They look as kissable as always” she smiled.

“Wait. Does that mean that you've always thought my lips were kissable? Even when we were just friends?” he asked, arching an eyebrow and trying really hard to look serious, the dimple on his cheek not cooperating.

“No.”

“You are such a bad liar, Addie” he laughed, putting an arm around her shoulders and kissing her cheek. 

“Ok, who wants to do shots?” Rianne asked once they joined their group of friends. 

“I'm in” Adele said. “But just one, you know I don't like drinking too much.”

“Yeah, we don't want another Spice Girls performance” Mason chuckled. “Ouch! Addie!” he complained after she hit him.

“You deserve it” she grinned.

“If your girlfriend is having one, you should have one too” Rianne said. “In sickness and in health.”

“We are not married.”

“Yet” she winked. “So, are you in or not, Mount?” 

“I am. But just one.”

“Just one” Rianne smiled. 

But after that one shot, came some champagne. Then, some cocktails they had never heard of before. And a couple of hours later, Adele and Mason were dancing in the middle of the dancefloor as if they had no care in the world, their bodies as close as it was humanly possible, hands all over each other. 

“Have I ever told you that you are the hottest woman I've ever seen?” Mason said to her ear before biting it.

“That's not true and you know it” Adele laughed, turning around so her back was against his chest.

“I'm not lying, Addie. You are the hottest woman ever” he said, kissing her neck and also biting it, definitely leaving a mark that would be visible the next day. “And tonight… Urgh.”

“Tonight what?” she asked, moving her butt against him, making him grunt.

“Tonight you are making me hard just by looking at you, Adele” he said, one arm tightening around her waist while the hand of the other moved over her chest, squeezing one of her breasts. “I want you so bad.”

“We can't do that here, Mason. Too many familiar faces.”

“I don't care.”

“Then what? Are you going to fuck me here in the middle of the dance floor?” she said, turning around to face him again so he could see the smirk on her face.

“That would be interesting, wouldn't it?” he replied with a matching smile. “But I was thinking about the bathroom… the back of our car…”

“Boring.”

“Boring?” Mason laughed.

“I've already done that” she shrugged.

“But not with me, Addie” he said, pulling her closer towards him. 

“Still boring” she replied, wrapping her hands around his neck.

“Sex with me isn't boring and you know it. But what do you suggest then, Mrs. Turlington?”

“Do you trust me?” 

“You know I do.”

“Then follow me, Mr. Mount” Adele smirked, taking his hand and leading him outside the party. She had been in that building before with her mother during a photoshoot, and besides knowing that it had a rooftop with amazing views of the city, she also remembered that the door that led to it didn’t get locked, someone from the team had mentioned it.

“Addie…” Mason said as they went up the stairs.

“Yes?”

“Are you taking me where I think you are taking me?”

“Maybe” she said, stopping in front of the door and checking the handle. It was open. “Have you ever had sex with the Eiffel tower in the background? Or while looking at it?”

“Kind of. I've stayed at some of the best hotels in the city.”

“But I'm sure none of them had these views” Adele said, opening the door and walking onto the rooftop.

“They… Oh.”

“Told you” she smiled. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes. You were getting hard just by looking at me.”

“Umm” Mason said, the way he was looking at her making her cheeks be on fire.

“Well, I think we should do something about that. Can you think of anything that could help?”

“Oh, I can” he said, one arm wrapping around Adele's waist and pulling her against his body while his free hand moved to her face, his thumb caressing her lower lip and making her gasp. “I definitely can.”

“Then let's not waste our time, Mount” she whispered before kissing him, the sounds of the city getting mixed with the ones leaving their mouths.

[sofasoap]

Little Help

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader

Summary: Breaking bones is never a great experience.

Warning : T-M rating, talks of injuries, nothing too serious, any medical talks might be inaccurate. A/N: loosely based on my experience after I was in a car crash last year, my S/O had to help me wash my hair.

Part 5 of Little Bear series Masterlist

You knew you should have bought a new pair of work boots when you were at the shop last week.  

So you wouldn’t have to sit on the couch, drowning in your own misery, with a cast and sling over your arm, trying hard not to think of the pain it’s causing you every time you breathe. 

You were pretty lucky your neighbour was about to head out the door at the same time when they witnessed you slip down the wet stairs of your shared flat with Johnny, and stayed with you until the ambulance came. 

“Sorry Miss. Not only do you manage to break your ulna bone, you somehow manage to fracture your collarbone at the same time.” The doctor looked at you with sympathy. “Good news is, it’s not a complex fracture, no surgical intervention is required. Bad news is, you will have to be in a case for approximately four to six weeks.” Well, should have drank more milk when your parents nagged you every morning when you were young. You groan at the news. This is the worst time to have an injury that renders you semi functional. Johnny is off on deployment, and Johnny’s sister Mini who is usually on duty at this hospital is off on holiday back at their parent’s farm up in Scotland. All your other friends have families and work. You really don’t want to be a bother to them. So back to the present. Leaning against the cushion, on your good side, with tears rolling in your eyes, drifting in and out of sleep, waiting for the analgesic to kick in. 

“... Bonnie bear? What happened to you?” Well, it’s either the drug the doctor prescribed to you has unwanted side effects, you swear  you are hearing your boyfriend’s voice. “Teddy bear, come on, open your eyes, you are scaring me right now.” The voice is laced with concern, getting slightly frantic as he calls out to you again. Slowly opening your eyes with a groan, you were utterly surprised to find Johnny was kneeling by the bedside, his beautiful puppy blue eyes staring with his hand hovering around your body, wanting to touch you but at the same time too scared that he would cause further pain. 

“Johnny?” Blinking a few times, “ I thought, I thought … you not back for another few weeks?” “Mission was aborted. We got sent back early.” No further elaborations as he shuffles towards you a little bit closer, “Which is lucky because.. Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” “.. I didn’t want to be a bother..” looking down, you replied with a voice that is barely above a whisper. You hate being useless. You hate asking for help, especially from your boyfriend.

“How many times do I have to tell you, you are NEVER ever a bother to me.” Johnny sighed and lightly carrasses your hair. “You are my treasure, I am always here to look after you, as you always do for me. Now, I am not taking no for an answer, I think you need a lot of help here.” And you are glad you said yes. Because you've been itching to have your hair washed. Moving was a huge struggle, let alone trying to raise your arm and scrub your hair, which is getting more and more oily and smelly in this unbearable summer heat. This is also when you notice, your dear boyfriend actually pays more attention to details than you thought. From how to scrub your hair, putting conditioners on, putting on hair oil before blow drying your hair.

“I’m not pulling too hard am I?” Johnny whispered as he gently brushed your hair, taking extra care to brush out the knots at the end. “You are doing a brilliant job. I assume you had plenty of practise?” You muse and take light playful jabs at him doing the same for his partners from previous relationships. “I know what you're thinking,” Kissing you lightly on your head as he finishes brushing, “Mini actually trained me to do her hair when she fell off a tree when she was young. She was double casted for weeks.” he chuckled. “She kept complaining I almost pull her head off her head everytime I try to brush it though, such an ungrateful sister.” he puffed in a joking tone. “Well, aren’t I glad you have learnt your lesson and my scalp and hair is still intact.” You laughed. Letting out a sigh as you enjoyed the lightness of freshly washed and brushed hair. You are already feeling a hundred percent better after a nice shower and the painkiller has finally kicked in. 

Leaning back into his chest, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Thank you Johnny.” you murmured, full with emotion. 

“Anytime. I know you would do the same for me if I was in your situation.” Reaching over to grab the night cream from the dresser table,  “Face cream next?” Looks like you are getting the full spa treatment from your boyfriend tonight.

BONUS: “.... Gaz? Why are you ringing from Johnny’s phone…” “ Well,”  Gaz paused for a sec as he switched to video mode, his face appeared on the screen, looking at you with guilt, “the … what is the word, bampot boyfriend of yours managed fall out of the helicopter,” You gasped as Gaz deliver the news, “ Oh he is fine, don't worry, he had rope on him, but unfortunately he hit a tree while dangling.” Moving the camera towards the background, there you can see Soap, on the infirmary cot, with cast to both of his legs and arm on the right hand side, giving you a weak wave and smile.

“OH my heaven JOHNNY!!!” 

“Hi Bonnie bear…” he chuckled, “ Quite a pair, aren’t we?”

Simon and Mini ended up staying at the flat for a week before you had your cast removed, helping you both out with daily tasks.

I am lucky enough never had to break a bone ( touch wood. jinxed too many stuff this year ) but S/O mentioned once him and his brother broken an arm and collar bone each a week apart, and their friend laughing their head off at both of them looking very miserable with slings on ( inspiration to the bonus scene.) Tag list:

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

@kaplerrr

@homicidal-slvt

@floral-force @okayyadriana @deadbranch @cumikering @siilvan

@random-thot-generator

@random0lover @devcica @jynxmirage @nrdmssgs

[anixknowsnothin]

Anix!

It was rare YOU WERE THERE

Tell everything!

Introduction

It's been a long time coming… It's almost been a month since my show, and I still can't fully process that I was there. I attended the London N3 show of Taylor Swift's Eras Tour, and it is definitely one of the best days of my life. Though I've not been a Swiftie for a long time, this show was incredibly special to me.

Pre-Show Rush and Opening Acts

I was in Scotland the day of the show, traveling by plane to London, so we were quite rushed. Plus, the hotel didn't have our room ready, so we had to change somewhere else and leave as I didn't want to miss a single second. Luckily, we were right on time.

Benson Boone, I feel you. I NEED Taylor Swift too. Plus, the vocals are insane! I mean, he sings AND he backflips?!

Paramore, oh my god. Hayley, stop being the reason behind a bisexual panic for me all the time. I was screaming and singing along to the lyrics like a madwoman (pun intended). "Still Into You" and "This Is Why" were my favourites, and the energy was electric.

Lover Era

The beginning of Taylor's performance with "Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince" had me so shocked that I couldn't move. The bridge of "Cruel Summer" was a lot of fun to scream. My mom recorded all my funny dance moves and claimed I had a choreography for each song. I may or may not have accidentally come out to my mom because I made her record me screaming, "CAUSE SHADE NEVER MADE ANYBODY LESS GAY" during "You Need to Calm Down." Mom danced during "Lover," as it's her favourite Taylor Swift song.

Fearless Era

This set is always so nostalgic for me. I remember dancing in my older sister's room to "Love Story" and screaming "You Belong with Me." I did all the claps on time. My friend from Wales was dressed as the Fearless era, so it was her moment to shine.

Red Era

The "22" moment was so cute, even though I didn't get the hat. I was so happy. "UP YOURS WANKER" is my new motto (WANEGTBT). Definitely did not cry during "All Too Well" and screamed the lyrics like the heartbroken bitch I am (mom was kind of shocked).

Speak Now Era

It's a crime this is such a short era. "Enchanted" is still so beautiful, and she wore my favourite gown from Speak Now, so I'm good. I clicked some really beautiful pictures, and the choreography was gorgeous.

Reputation Era

A nice reminder of how gay I am. "…Ready for It?" girl, OMG, I was screaming and doing the dance, having seen it 1000 times in theaters and on my laptop. I always love "Delicate" and the stage effects, how there are cracks when she jumps on the stage. Plus, screaming "1 2 3 LET'S GO BITCH" was like therapy. "Don't Blame Me" high notes always make me feel like I'm ascending to heaven. "Look What You Made Me Do" is always iconic, and I shall never deny it. I'M SORRY, THE OLD ANIX CAN'T COME TO THE PHONE RN. OH WHY? CUZ SHE'S DEAD.

Folklore and Evermore Era

It's a crime to get rid of "tolerate it" and "The Last Great American Dynasty" and merge this, what?! The "champagne problems" ovation was soooo lengthy; we were stomping our feet and clapping for five minutes straight. Also loved screaming "WHAT A SHAME SHE'S FUCKED IN THE HEAD." She looked so cute running on the stage during "august," though. I cried during "marjorie" as I was remembering my dead dog, Simba. This song helped me grieve for him when he passed away last September. "Willow" is one of the best performances in the eras show imo. I am an Evermore girl through and through, especially when it comes to its Eras Tour performances.

1989 Era

I LOVE 1989; IT WAS SO MUCH FUN TO JUST DANCE. I love "Style," and I was just teaching my mom the lyrics to it. I had a full choreo during "Shake It Off." ALSO BAD BLOOD, AHHHH.

TTPD Performance

OMG, OMG, OMG, I loved this set so much because it's just so theatrical. Not the biggest "But Daddy I Love Him" fan, to be honest, though, but still enjoyed it. I love "So High School," so it was such a cute performance. "Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me" is one of my favourites when it comes to performance, and I loved it. So is "Down Bad," I mean, have you seen the UFO?! "Fortnight" and "The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived" too, again, it's all so theatrical. Holy shit, when I saw Travis on stage for "I Can Do It With A Broken Heart", I was so shocked. It was amazing watching him, and it was adorable. The entire stadium was screaming. It was my mom's favourite part lmao. But in all seriousness, ICDIWABH is one of my favourites from TTPD as it's SO RELATABLE (I was depressed for a while lmao).

Surprise Songs

Okay, I get Paramore, Benson Boone, Travis, and now Gracie?! Girl, honestly, I loved Taylor singing Gracie's part of "us." But I love Gracie so much it's crazy. To get Gracie Abrams performing "us." during the Acoustic Section (I was one of the very few who knew the lyrics)?! Damn, that was amazing. I was screaming my head off because I love them both so much. For the piano part, I was thinking of @measuredmotion as I sang along to the 1989 mashup because I know how much she loves it. Such a wonderful performance. Did I get my favourite songs? No. But these songs are now so special to me because I heard them live with 88,000 people. I remember I was later at a restaurant with friends, and when "us." was playing, I was screaming in excitement.

Midnights Era

God, I love Jan Ravnik- "Lavender Haze." I mean, what a time to be bisexual indeed. "Get it off your chest" is my favourite part of the song ahahah. "Anti-Hero" was therapeutic to scream out loud. "Midnight Rain" was such a beautiful and seamless transition. "Vigilante Shit" is always a reminder of how gay I am. I mean, the hip movement and dance were on point. "Bejeweled" is just a fun song. "Mastermind" is one of my favourites from the album, so it was so much fun to scream, "I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care," as it's one of the best lyrics ever. "Karma" was the perfect end.

End of the Show

I cried when the show ended. I traded so many friendship bracelets and met so many people with the most amazing outfits. It felt like I was a part of a community, a family. We are all united by this powerful, beautiful, talented 34-year-old pop star. I went with my mom, my cousin, and her mother. It took us an hour or two to find our car, but it was worth it as I went to the Eras Tour (I was wearing heeled boots, so it hurt a bit). God, the post-concert depression is real, and when I woke up, I was sick, and my throat was gone. BUT I MET @noproof-youjustknow IN THE BRITISH MUSEUM, AND SHE GAVE ME HER AND @mymuses-acquiredlikebruises FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS, SO SCREAMING, AHHHH.

Conclusion

Overall, I am so grateful for this experience, and I loved seeing Taylor live. The Eras Tour was a magical experience <3

[yuikomorihotline]

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔇𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔰

*Descriptions from Letterboxt and quotes from IMDb

Yui: Phantom of the Opera (2004)

The waiting is over...let the fantasy begin.

Deformed since birth, a bitter man known only as the Phantom lives in the sewers underneath the Paris Opera House. He falls in love with the obscure chorus singer Christine, and privately tutors her while terrorizing the rest of the opera house and demanding Christine be given lead roles. Things get worse when Christine meets back up with her childhood acquaintance Raoul and the two fall in love.

Shuu: Goldfinger (1964)

Do you expect me to talk?

No, I expect you to die!

Special agent 007 comes face to face with one of the most notorious villains of all time, and now he must outwit and outgun the powerful tycoon to prevent him from cashing in on a devious scheme to raid Fort Knox – and obliterate the world’s economy.

Reiji: The Seventh Seal (1957)

My body is ready, but I am not.

When disillusioned Swedish knight, Antonius Block, returns home from the Crusades to find his country in the grips of the Black Death, he challenges Death to a chess match for his life. Tormented by the belief that God does not exist, Block sets off on a journey, meeting up with traveling players Jof and his wife, Mia, and becoming determined to evade Death long enough to commit one redemptive act while he still lives.

Laito: The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?

Clarice Starling is a top student at the FBI’s training academy. Jack Crawford wants Clarice to interview Dr. Hannibal Lecter, a brilliant psychiatrist who is also a violent psychopath, serving life behind bars for various acts of murder and cannibalism. Crawford believes that Lecter may have insight into a case and that Starling, as an attractive young woman, may be just the bait to draw him out.

Kanato: Jack and the Cuckoo Clock Heart (2013)

The torment of love can transform people into wretched monsters.

In Scotland 1874, Jack is born on the coldest day ever. Because of the extreme cold, his heart stops beating. The responsible midwife in Edinburgh finds a way to save him by replacing his heart with a clock. So he lives and remains under the midwife’s protective care. But he must not get angry or excited because that endangers his life by causing his clock to stop working. Worse than that, when he grows up, he has to face the fact he cannot fall in love because that too could stop his delicate heart.

Ayato: Pulp Fiction (1994)

You won't know the facts until you've seen the fiction.

A burger-loving hit man, his philosophical partner, a drug-addled gangster’s moll and a washed-up boxer converge in this sprawling, comedic crime caper. Their adventures unfurl in three stories that ingeniously trip back and forth in time.

Subaru: The Crow (1994)

And I say, "I'm dead," and I move.

Exactly one year after young rock guitarist Eric Draven and his fiancée are brutally killed by a ruthless gang of criminals, Draven – watched over by a hypnotic crow – returns from the grave to exact revenge.

Ruki: Eyes Without a Face (1960)

A new face, a new identity.

Dr. Génessier is riddled with guilt after an accident that he caused disfigures the face of his daughter, the once beautiful Christiane, who outsiders believe is dead. Dr. Génessier, along with accomplice and laboratory assistant Louise, kidnaps young women and brings them to the Génessier mansion. After rendering his victims unconscious, Dr. Génessier removes their faces and attempts to graft them on to Christiane’s.

Yuuma: Brokeback Mountain (2005)

Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together!

Two modern-day cowboys meet on a shepherding job in the summer of ’63, the two share a raw and powerful summer together that turns into a lifelong relationship conflicting with the lives they are supposed to live.

Kou: The Menu (2022)

You will eat less than you desire and more than you deserve.

A couple travels to a coastal island to eat at an exclusive restaurant where the chef has prepared a lavish menu, with some shocking surprises.

Azusa: Parasite (2019)

You know what kind of plan never fails? No plan. No plan at all.

All unemployed, Ki-taek’s family takes peculiar interest in the wealthy and glamorous Parks for their livelihood until they get entangled in an unexpected incident.

[beardedmrbean]

Two brothers from Nigeria who targeted a 17-year-old in a sextortion scam have been sentenced to 17 years and six months in jail in the US.

The Ogoshi brothers, from Lagos, lured Jordan DeMay into sending them explicit images by pretending to be a girl his age - then blackmailed him.

He killed himself less than six hours after they started talking on Instagram.

It is the first successful prosecution of Nigerians for sextortion in the US, where it is a rapidly growing cyber-crime, often linked to Nigeria.

Jordan's mother, Jenn Buta, held pictures of her son in court and wept as she read a victim impact statement. "I am shattered to my core," she said.

She welcomed the ending of the trial, but said there was no good outcome from the tragic case.

Jordan DeMay was a popular schoolboy from Michigan.

Samuel Ogoshi, 24, and Samson Ogoshi, 21, sent him a friend request on Instagram pretending to be a pretty girl his age and then flirted with him.

Once they received explicit images from the teenager, they blackmailed him for hundreds of dollars, threatening to share the pictures online with his friends if he did not comply.

Jordan sent as much money as he could and warned the scammers that he would kill himself if they spread the images.

The criminals replied: “Good… Do that fast - or I'll make you do it.”

John DeMay told Marquette federal court in Michigan he still has nightmares after finding his son dead in his bedroom. He said his family was forced to move home to escape the memory.

If you've been affected by the issues in this story, help and support is available via the BBC Action Line

The brothers pleaded guilty in April to conspiring to sexually exploit teenage boys in Michigan and across the US.

Thirty-eight other US victims were also identified as being targeted by the men. 13 of them were minors.

The brothers sat in court in orange jumpsuits with handcuffs.

Their defence attorneys said the brothers' crimes were fuelled by drug abuse and the sextortion scam culture in Nigeria.

The judge said the crimes showed a "callous disregard for life", especially given they continued targeting other victims after learning that Jordan has died.

Both brothers apologised to Jordan's family.

"I'm sorry to the family. We made a bad decision to make money and I wish I could change that," Samson Ogoshi said.

In the first case of its kind, US police tracked the criminals to Lagos last summer and successfully extradited them for trial.

Another Nigerian man linked to Jordan’s death and other cases is fighting extradition.

Speaking to the BBC in May from Jordan's family home in the city of Marquette, Jordan's mother praised the police for their work tracking the sextortionists down.

But she said she had mixed feelings about the Ogoshis being behind bars.

"It's a relief that someone is being held accountable, but there's no good that's coming out of this situation for my family or for the individuals responsible's family," she said.

"I miss my son more than I can describe to you, but the mother of those men is probably missing her two sons as well now. She too is really just an innocent bystander of sextortion crime," said Jenn Buta.

Researchers and law enforcement agencies point to Nigeria as a hotspot for this type of crime.

In April, two Nigerian men were arrested after a schoolboy from Australia killed himself. Two other men are on trial in Lagos after the suicides of a 15-year-old boy in the US and a 14-year-old in Canada.

Nigerian authorities are also working with police in Scotland to investigate the case of 16-year-old Murray Dowey, who killed himself in December.

In January, US cyber-company Network Contagion Research Institute (NCRI) highlighted a web of Nigerian TikTok, YouTube and Scribd accounts sharing tips and scripts for sextortion. Many of the discussions and videos are in Nigerian Pidgin dialect.

Nigeria cyber-security professor Adedeji Oyenuga from Lagos State University says he hopes the news of Nigerians being sentenced will filter through to criminals and put them off.

"The Ogoshis case has already sent a bad signal. I am hearing from street level that it is having an effect and it might not stop criminals turning to these crimes, but it will likely reduce the numbers," he said.

There had been an increase in the number of local victims too and Professor Oyenuga says Nigerian police have had some success in tackling the criminals.

It is not the first time that some of Nigeria’s young, tech-savvy population has embraced a new wave of cyber-crime.

The term "Yahoo Boys" is used to describe a portion of the population that use cyber-crime to earn a living. It comes from the early 2000s wave of Nigerian Prince scam emails which spread through the Yahoo email service.

Dr Tombari Sibe, from cyber-security firm Digital Footprints Nigeria, says cyber-fraud such as sextortion has become normalised among young people in the country, but he hopes that news of the Ogoshis' sentencing spreads fast.

"They see cybercrime as a bloodless crime, with potentially lucrative financial rewards. This case needs to be given sufficient coverage to show these young people that sextortion can lead to loss of life and long prison sentences," he said.

[siriuslychessi]

03 Roadtrip

Lily had been excited ever since she turned 16, there was a muggle tradition that at that age you would be able to manoeuvre a muggle contraption that Marlene only knew due to muggle studies: a car.

The devil thing looked weird and it seemed slower than other means of transportation, like broom, portkey, or even train, but Lily was excited that alongside with the new skill she had seemed to have gained a vehicle as well. 

Lily’s father had given her a van, something muggles use for large families and camping trips. And yes, Marlene did love a good adventure but she wasn’t sure travel by van was the best option to spend the hottest summer week in. 

However, she had agreed to join her friend.

Marlene had arrived at Lily's home, her bag on her shoulder, and moving to the vehicle that had the hood open, Lily watching as two figures looked at what Marlene could only describe as the guts of the machine.

“Hi Red.” Marlene greeted Lily.

Lily turned to run at her and gave her a hug.

“You made it!” Lily smiled, “You can leave the bag in the van, we are just checking that everything runs smoothly before leaving.”

“I hope that means your dad, don’t think anyone else knows about these things back at the school.” she joked, putting the bag in the back with the others.

“I beg to differ, I think quite a lot about cars.” Sirius' figure popped out of the hood of the vehicle, he was cleaning his hands with a rag and it took Marlene by surprise to see him there. 

They had not spoken since the end of term and even if she knew that he was now at the Potters, and that they did not promise anything more than a few stolen kisses in hidden places. But her mind could not stop itself from taking in all of him. The borrowed shirt that she was sure belonged to James, as Sirius (even if casual) was always a little more upkeep, fitted him to perfection. His hair was longer than she remembered, her hand itched to run through his dark curls. And even if still pale in complexion, he had gained a blushed look, kissed from the summer sun, she was sure. 

Marlene could not stop staring, not even when someone asked her a question.

“Sorry, what?” Marlene asked, clearly not paying attention to other than Sirius’ lips, but not what they were saying. 

“Don’t you trust me to keep this running?” He was teasing her. 

“I must admit I have little faith, you don’t even know how to properly make paper planes.” she teased back. 

“I was 6, Marls, we can move past that.” Sirius chuckled and Marlene’s whole body seemed to have lit up with that. 

Stop it, have some pride. She thought to herself. 

Lily moved close to them, bless her. “Actually, Sirius knows quite a lot, dad has been teaching him. Since he wants to have that motorbike and all.” The redhead explained.

Marlene raised an eyebrow. “A motorbike? I thought James would rub the broom crazy mania.”

“Oh he has.” Sirius chuckled, “A flying motorbike, it’s going to be bril.” he admitted looking back at the car and then at them, “Just don’t tell Mr Evans, I don’t think he would keep giving me lessons if he finds out.” 

“Mum’s the word.” Lily replied and went back to where her dad was taking a final look. 

Marlene and Sirius were silent for a few moments, she was not sure if it was awkward or if the sensation of her heart beating faster when they were alone was making it so. Why did she agree to come on that trip?

“I didn’t know you were coming.” she admitted, trying to make casual conversation.

Sirius nodded, “I guess I’m not usually involved in her plans, am I?” he admitted, looking back at Lily and her dad. “I was as surprised as you.” he paused to think his next sentence, but it seems he decided to trust her, “James was devastated he was not invited, Remus is also coming.” he explained, “I don’t want to tell him that we will end up at yours, I’m sure by then Red will be less apprehensive to spend time with him once we reach Scotland. Close proximity and all that.” 

Marlene nodded, that did sound like Lily, she was still coming to terms that she actually liked James as a friend, and maybe more? Marlene was not sure yet. 

“We can come up with a plan, it’ll take us a while to get there, Lily wants to make stops.”

“Oh, yes, I’ve seen the itinerary. I like that she’s excited, ever since Sniv… Snape and her don’t talk she has been down” he said, as they heard a nearby pop and suddenly Dorcas and Remus were there as well. 

Dorcas approached them, she had a face that told everyone that she was in no mood to be messed with. 

“Hello sunshine,” Marlene greeted, earning her a look from Meadowes. 

“This is an ungodly hour to be up during summer.” That was the greeting Marlene and everyone got, before Dorcas greeted the Evans and decided to take the whole back row and lay down, deciding to join the crew in wake activities later that evening. 

Remus looked at Dorcas amused, “I wanted to do that.” he joked after greeting everyone, “I guess I’ll have to stay up and mind the music. This one has a terrible taste in music.” Remus pointed to Sirius, teasing. 

Sirius gasped, trying to be comically dramatic, “I have an excellent taste, I just don’t know how to work the… what’s that called again?”

“The cassette player?”

“That bloody thing.”

“Well I'll do first watch, you two sit on the back.” Remus said as Lily’s dad bid everyone goodbye and she climbed on the driver’s seat. 

It was in that moment that Marlene realised that she would be sitting next to Sirius, all alone in the second row of the van, without a buffer between him and her random thoughts of running her hand through his hair, and her lips wanting another taste of his. 

“Come on, Mare, let’s get going.” Sirius took her hand and guided her inside the van, before she knew it, the door was closed, and they were driving out. 

These would be the longest hours of her life. 

[blueshistorysims]

July 1923, London, England

Jack Porter’s birthday party was very large and very loud. People crammed every part of their house, from the first floor to the third, and it was amusing to watch as Wilhelmina and her husband scrambled around their house, trying to speak to all the people they invited. 

“Byron! You’re just standing there looking like a wallflower when I know you’re not,” Wilhelmina exclaimed, moseying her way over to him. 

“I’m just observing the crowd. He nodded his head toward the tall red-haired man. “I’ve not seen that man at any of the parties you’ve hosted or any I’ve attended recently. Who is he?”

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to introduce you, he and Jack were flatmates back before he made it as a poet, and he was still in medical school. They’ve been friends longer than I’ve known Jack. Dr. MacGregor has been traveling the world since his wife died, and he’s only recently returned to London. You two would get along greatly—you’re both arguers.”

Byron froze. “I’m sorry, did you say his name was MacGregor? Montgomery MacGregor? From Perthshire, Scotland? The Scottish communist Montgomery MacGregor?”

“You know him?”

He gulped, nodding slowly. “He… he was… he’s my late sister’s husband.”

Wilhelmina looked equally shocked. “...Edeline was your sister?”

“Yes. You knew her?”

“We were friends, my god, I had no idea you were related. I’m so sorry.”

“You weren’t at their wedding or her funeral.”

She frowned. “Jack couldn’t get leave, and Joel had just returned home when they were married.” She bit her lip. “And Jack was still getting over the flu when she passed.”

“I… I think I am going to speak to him.”

Byron swallowed as he made his way over to the bar. It had been over four years since he last saw Montgomery, not since his father’s and sister’s funeral. He was clean-shaven, his hair was shorter, his glasses different, and if Wilhelmina hadn’t pointed him out, he doubted he would have recognized him.

“You look very different without a mustache.”

He turned around, and his eyes widened behind his frames. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ! Byr—no, it would be yer grace now, wouldn’t it?”

“Don’t fucking call me that. My god, it is you.”

He set his drink down. “Jesus. Ho-how are ya? How do ya know the Porters?”

“Divorced. Wilhelmina’s late brother and I were roommates in boarding school, and… we were sweethearts for a summer when I was younger.”

“...Ya look well. Better than the last time I saw ya.”

Byron looked at his feet. “You as well. Where have you been? It’s been four fucking years.”

Montgomery shrugged, pushing up his glasses. “Everywhere.”

They spent hours talking (and drinking). Byron told him everything he’d done in the last four years, excluding his sexual escapades with men while Montgomery described the last four years of his life. He had traveled all over the world as a way to grieve. He’d been from everywhere from Tibet to the northernmost point of Alaska, which impressed Byron greatly. He’d helped organize the British Communist Party but had only recently left it after a spat with the general secretary and a trip to Russia, and how he’d become disillusioned with the political ideology he once held to heart, and its lack of choice and democracy.

“Democratic socialist I suppose I am now, but I dinna ken.”

He’d only returned to Britain from his travels a month ago, and had moved into an old house that had been converted into three townhouses, smaller than his old one. It was difficult to be in Edinburgh, so he’d returned to London, working as both a private physician and part-time instructor at a teaching hospital.

“I have an old whiskey me mother gave me when I turned 30. Never opened. Fancy it? Me place is only a block away, straight down the road.” His accent had grown nearly twice as thick.

Byron looked around at the dwindling party. “Sure, I’d rather not be a straggler.”

It was well decorated, which immediately gave a clue that Elspeth had been the one to do his house. He watched as Montgomery disappeared into the kitchen, and he sat on the sofa, staring at the photographs of his late sister, who stared right back. It was uncomfortable, though he couldn’t place why. 

It wasn’t until half the bottle was gone, and Byron and Montgomery were both properly drunk, when he glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was past one in the morning. 

“Oh fuck, it’s late.”

Montgomery blinked, slowly turning his toward the clock. “Aye, yer right.”

Slowly, Byron stood up, looking around for his overcoat. “Thank you for the whiskey. Do you think taxis operate this late?”

“Where are ya stayin’?”

“The Ritz.”

“Shite, that’s the other side of town. No taxi is available now.” He waved upstairs. “Take me bed, I dinna care. I can sleep on the sofa.”

“No, I can take the sofa, I don’t want to impose on your hospitality.”

“A duke on me fuckin’ sofa?”

“I’ve slept in worse places.”

The older man shook his head firmly. “I insist. Me bed feels like heaven.”

Byron shrugged, deciding he’d rather not argue with the Scotsman.

When Byron stepped inside the bedroom, a pang of sadness hit him. The way the room was decorated, shades of green and florals reminded him of Edeline, who adored green and decorated any space with it when she was able to. He wondered if Elspeth had done this for her brother on purpose. 

He sat on the bed, feeling the mattress sink. He felt awkward, and things around him had begun to blur. Byron looked up to Montgomery had gotten closer, to the point where their feet were almost touching. There was a glossy look in his eyes as they made eye contact and all of a sudden, the room grew very quiet. 

“Byron?” Montgomery whispered after minutes.

He licked his lips. “...You’re quite attractive, you know that?”

The Scot bent down and grabbed his face, and not much was said after their lips touched. 

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The King and I

Chapter Five: Royal Gathering at Balmoral

Featuring King Charles III and Prince Andrew, Duke of York

King Charles III and Queen Camilla have come to Balmoral Castle for their first summer holiday in Scotland since the death of Queen Elizabeth II. The estate has long been established as the private summer home of the Royal Family that includes grouse moors, forestry and farmland and is home to a large population of red deer. The king and queen will not be alone in his retreat; Prince William, Kate Middleton, and their three children will visit, as will King Charles's siblings Prince Edward and Princess Anne and their respective spouses. I also managed to get Charles's brother Prince Andrew, Fergie and his daughters to stay at Balmoral with the King and Queen, creating an environment that could potentially foster familial healing.

That day began with Charles inspecting troops from Balaklava Company, 5th Battalion of the Royal Regiment of Scotland. He wore a kilt and a traditional Scottish outfit to inspect the Balaklava Company. My eyes were on the back of his strong hairy legs as I followed him throughout the entire visit. Locking on to one of His Majesty's best features always made me horny and I wanted to take him to the nearest room and start him up, but this time the waiter interrupted and asked what we would like.

Back at Balmoral Castle, I notice Andrew and his daughters had arrived as I watched with a little more than curiosity. Charles was speaking with one of the servants as I admired Andrew. Just then, the 63-year-old prince turned and saw me starring. He winked and smiled a warm friendly, knowing smile. I pretended not to notice. If I wasn't with His Majesty, I would have made a move on him. Once again he looked in my direction and winked. I was thinking what a cute little flirt he was.

Once in the sitting room and the servant excused himself, I again returned my gaze to Charles. Having him in our own private room started my dirty mind up again. I stood opposite His Majesty glancing at the gorgeous king seated across from me. While this was going on he was talking about his meeting and the time he spent with his son. I could barely keep my mind on our conversation, as I was busy trying to sneak a peak at his inviting crotch.

By now I was hard and becoming uncomfortable trying to hide it. Something had to happen, I was either going to leave and find Andrew or bust out of my pants and fuck Charless brains out. Choosing the latter, I stepped closer to him and reached down, unzipping the fly of my pants. Then without a word, I exposed my throbbing 7" cut prick.

Just then, Charles looked at me with a raised eyebrow and asked me sternly. “I sense that you want to added to my work load. Am I correct in my assumption?”

I could tell from the look on his face, he was obviously going to suck me. Then, just as my dick was an inch or so from his mouth, His Majesty slid his tongue up the underside of my shaft and wrapped it around the head, sucking vigorously. Fuck! For a 73-yr. British royal with few male experiences, he sure could suck! He swallowed more and more of my cock, deeper into his hungry mouth. I was finding it hard to hold back as his hand grabbed my nuts in his swollen hand, squeezing them tight while his head bobbed up and down my cock. I began fucking his face furiously, I was going wild…

Charles seemed encouraged by me fucking his mouth, not the he needed encouraging, but he enjoyed it as his own dick sprang to attention underneath his kilt. Lifting it up, his throbbing cock was bouncing up and down and needed to be held. Suddenly he was sucking me and jacking himself off wildly.

"That's it Your Majesty. Suck me. Suck my cock." I said as I pumped my cock down Charles' throat.

The end came far too soon as Charles' skills coaxed my orgasm despite ny best efforts to delay it. I squirmed to let him know I was about to cum and he just shoved his head down farther on me as I began to erupt in his throat. He sucked every drop out of me and when we finished he leaned back, closing his eyes to finish himself off.

"Let me Your Majesty…" I said as I stop him from jerking off.

I knelt in front of him and began to put my mouth over his engorged tool as he moaned his approval. I know he didn't get many blowjobs, if any, from Camilla and my love of his perfect body was about to make him burst. I wanted him to cum with a roar. I pushed his legs farther apart and ran my hand through the hair on his creamy white thighs as sucked his royal cock. I cupped my tongue around the shaft of his cock in my mouth and began to move my head up and down the whole length of his throbbing missile. I could feel the head against the roof of my mouth as I continued to lick and suck and caress the pulsing shaft.

The wonderful aroma of his crotch and the beautiful silver pubic hair was really turning me on.

He was about to cum and he pulled my head off of him. Looking into my eyes, he wanted to see see if this is what I really wanted. No words were spoken as I went back down on him. He through his head back and enjoyed the sensation of me sucking him into oblivion. Arching his back, Charles almost roared and groaned as he fired off his beautiful canon. His cum shot deep down my throat as I tried to drain every drop from him. I savored the taste of him as I pulled off and looked up at him.

"Wonderful. Just wondeful…" was all he could say.

Minutes later, after satisfying Charles, I left his seating room to make my exit. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and pulled into a nearby room. Realizing it was Andrew as he planted a kiss before spinning me around against the nearby wall.

"I've missed fucking your ass." He whispered as I suddenly felt his hand around my waist and his fingers fumbled with my belt. He unbuckled it and unzipped my slacks.

Then next thing I knew, he was pulling my jeans and shorts down until my ass was completely exposed. I wanted Andrew to fuck me. I wanted to feel his pussy-poking dick inside of me as I heard him spit in his hand to wet his cock. A moment later I moaned as I felt his slippery dick head pressing against my asshole. Then he grabbed my hips and shoved his dick inside me. I stiffened up from the searing pain of his brutal entry before he pulled his dick half way out of me and slammed it back inside my asshole.

I gasped for air, knowing I couldn't make any noise as the prince started fucking me hard and fast, pinning me to the wall with each thrust. Andrew pumped his royal rod into me over and over again as I moaned and grunted like a whore getting fucked. Damn this was good!

“You like it? You like my cock up your ass?” Andrew asked as he pumped his dick in and out of me harder and faster.

"Yes, fuck me. Make me yours Your Highness." I answered as I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.

I desperately wanted to turn my head and kiss him, reaching back and grabbing his head, pulling it towards my lips. I wondered if he could smell his brother's cum on my breath. I slid my tongue inside his mouth and our two tongues intertwined, I was lost in the passion of the kiss, wondering if he could taste his brother's cum. Wheither he did or not, Andrew started fucking me brutally, raping my hole as he clung to me. And like Charles earlier, Andrew shot off quickly. Too quickly for me as I was just getting excited and starting to enjoy it. “Get ready for it!”

Andrew’s warning was followed by him grabbing me by the shoulders and slammed his dick as deep inside of me as it would go followed by a load of cum. My ass made a sucking sound as his royal cum filled it to the rim. When his dick finally slipped out, the prince turned me around and kissed me passionately. Andrew quickly zipped up, then silently exited the room.

I could hardly walk, my asshole was throbbing painfully as I did a quick check up and down the corridor before heading out. Just as I was about to leave, Prince Edward and wife arrived. As they were entering, Edward saw me and me and paused. I wondered if he was reading my thoughts as he smiled, catching me again with those beautiful blue eyes. I wanted to grab him and stick my tongue down his throat.

"Steady, boy," I thought to myself as I left, "Two brothers in one day is enough."

[albonoooo]

got tagged by @wanderingblindly, thank you my beloved <3

what colour are your eyes?: a mixture of blue, green and grey that looks puddle-coloured most of the time.

tell me about your pets/your dream pet: after 15 wonderful years, our family dog paul (i named him that when i was five lol) unfortunately passed away in august 2023, i loved that dog more than most people. (there were some pictures of him here, but i got nervous that someone i know might see this so i removed them lmao). i'd love to get a dog or a cat at some point later in my life, but not now or any time soon.

share some interesting fact about yourself: i'm genuinely incredibly boring, so much so that i had to ask for help to find an answer here. the council decided on the fact that i know how to ride and own a motorcycle and am also a member in an mf in my hometown.

what was the first fandom you were a part of?: i guess the first time i was properly involved with fandom in any capacity was during my teen wolf days.

do you have any phobias?: i don't know if it's bad enough to be considered a phobia, but i'm terrified of heights. there have been several instances of me breaking down crying despite trying to keep it together while being in very high places (usually while having to climb dodgy stairs in very high buildings, among other things).

are you a picky eater? if so, what food can't you stand?: YES! and i hate it because it's so so limiting and annoying. i am incredibly sensitive regarding taste and texture and i have to physically force myself to hold back visceral reactions to foods i don't like. it'd probably be easier to list the foods i can eat tbh.

do you eat the burger and fries at the same time or one after another?: first some fries, then burger, fries, burger, fries, finish the burger, finish the fries. anything else is weird (what the fuck do you mean you eat them completely separately, liquid???)

winter or summer: winter all the way. i sweat easily, my body generally doesn't cope well with heat and i prefer bundling up and being a little cold over feeling too warm.

favourite fanfiction tropes: i LOVE a good au, any au really, but especially the cute ones. i'll read almost anything at least once and so there's just too many things i have read and enjoyed to list here. also, anything with an enemies to lovers situation. i am a sucker for that.

are you studying or working? what do you study/is your job?: both! i'm a full-time student (english major, history minor) and i am one of the student assistants in the english department's student office. i've also had other, less fun part-time jobs in the past.

what is the last country you visited: the netherlands and belgium during a day trip (by motorcycle) in june or july last year, i think.

what country would you want to move to after retiring?: i've haven't ever even considered living that long. i've always had a fascination with ireland and scotland, so based on looks and vibes alone i'd go there. or somewhere with solid winters, like a scandinavian country or finland.

who was your first crush?: hannes (played by nick romeo reimann) in the vorstadtkrokodile movies. i was ready for marriage, dreaming up a life together and everything. it also lasted until i was like 12 years old, so about six years in total. he really had me in a chokehold.

how did you get into f1 fandom?: after my interest was peaked by f1 edits that randomly popped up all over my social media one day (thank you algorithms), i did what i always do when something like that happens and opened tumblr to see what's up. and then i got stuck lol.

i have no clue who has or hasn't been tagged already, so feel free to ignore this!! @hrhgeorgerussell @bright-and-burning @borntogayz @lil-italian-disappointment @liamlawsonlesbian @piastrisms

[niemernuet]

A little oneshot that I've been chipping away for this weeks' osws fandom challenge for the prompt

❄️ Fake Relationship ❄️

Justiel, set somewhere after Justin's second knee injury.

Rating: M characters: Daniel Yule, Justin Murisier, Luca Aerni, Marc Rochat, Ramon Zenhäusern, Matteo Joris, Nicola Macron, OC length: 4'000 words

The training went well, the coach was in a good mood the entire morning, the weather promised to deliver another flawless summer day, and when the cardio coach announced that they would have the afternoon off, everyone should have cheered. The rejoicing was subdued though because a mysterious cloud hung over the group that cast a dark shadow over all of them. On the long gondola-ride down into the valley, Justin could not hold back any longer. He poked Daniel in the ribs with his elbows.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing!" Daniel snapped, and moved away as far as the narrow bench, and Ramon occupying the remaining space, allowed.

"Yeah, sure," Marc said from the opposite bench, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's why you've been in such a sunny mood the entire morning."

"I am not in a bad mood!" Daniel exclaimed angrily, his voice getting louder the higher Marc's eyebrows rose over his forehead.

"You have been snippy since we left the house," Luca threw in.

"You almost kicked a tourist up there," Ramon added, and nodded towards the mountain station that gradually became smaller and smaller in their field of vision.

"He was cutting in line!" Daniel yelled. "Just because you've travelled ten thousand kilometres and have one day to see Zermatt, Lucerne and Zurich doesn't mean you can just do as you please! This is…"

"Daniel!" Justin barked, and Daniel pressed his lips together. His furious glare crumbled like the snow on the glacier once he met Justin's eyes, and with a groan he let his head fall back against the scratched glass of the gondola.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"What is it?" Luca asked. "We can help you."

Daniel laughed joylessly, his eyes closed. "No, you can't. Not with this."

"Try us," Marc said.

For a moment, Daniel remained motionless. "We're going to Scotland for Grandpa's 75th in two days."

"And you…don't want to go?" Ramon asked when he would not continue.

Daniel shook his head. "I want to go but things have become so awkward since…since his neighbour got it in her head that she has to set me up with one of her grandchildren."

With a sigh, he sat up straight again, and stared gloomily on his feet while the rest of the people in the gondola tried to process his words.

"Does she know you're…" Luca began but petered off.

"It's her grandson," Daniel explained.

"So just tell her you're not interested," Justin said, and made Daniel laugh again.

"Wish it were so easy." He sighed again, and after a short hesitation added. "Because he is interested."

He looked up into the faces of his sympathetic yet also barely comprehending friends, and finally his desperation burst out of him. "He's fucking interested and he just can. Not. Take. A. Fucking. Hint! It's all 'oh, you see, at St. Andrews where I study…' and 'at St. Andrews we always do blah blah…' and 'My mates from St. Andrews and I love to go skiing in Courchevel. The French Alps are just so blah blah…" and every word out of his mouth just makes me want to vomit. I'm trying to be considerate and sensitive because my grandparents have been living next to them for the past fifty years, and they like their neighbours and I don't want to make things awkward for them but their grandson is just such a bloody bell end. And the worst of all is that you can't take one step up there without the old biddy knowing about it so as soon as I arrive on Grandpa's door step she'll call him."

Silence fell after that anguished declaration. It was Justin who broke it.

"That's it?"

Daniel's head whipped around. Justin's smile turned into a laugh when he saw the outrage on Daniel's face.

"I thought it was something serious, like an injury," he said while he pulled his phone out of his backpack. "Or that you want to retire."

He handed his phone over to Marc, and threw his arm over Daniel's shoulder. Marc understood him without words, and snapped a row of pictures of Justin grabbing Daniel's head, and putting their foreheads together.

"What the hell?" Daniel exclaimed.

Justin let go, and turned his face towards Marc. "Smile!" he ordered, and rested his head on Daniel's shoulder.

"And?" he asked Marc.

Marc shrugged, and flipped through the pictures. "He didn't smile but I think it just makes it better. It looks like he didn't know the camera was on him." He handed the phone back to Justin who mustered the pictures with a satisfied nod.

"Congratulations," he then said, and grinned at Daniel. "You now have a boyfriend."

"What?" Daniel repeated helplessly. "No, that's not…"

"It's genius!" Luca threw in.

"Thank you," Justin said, still grinning. He typed away on his phone, and shortly afterwards, Daniel's own gadget vibrated in his pocket.

"You can put one of the pictures as your home screen. When he asks you say we're keeping it low-key for the time being."

"Tell him you fell in love with a handsome country boy from another valley but his family doesn't accept you so you have to keep it secret," Luca threw in.

"Or you can say I just don't want to shout it from the rooftops yet," Justin said, and pointedly stared at Luca.

"Tell him they're savages in Val de Bagnes," Marc added. "Barely human. But you can't help yourself, the sex is simply mind-blowing."

"Excuse me!" Justin yelled.

"Tell him you bet you can't find a country boy like that at St. Andrews," Ramon said, and they laughed when Justin threw up his hands.

"Guys!" Daniel spoke up. "I can't…" He was interrupted by the telltale rattling that announced the entrance to the valley station.

"Hold that thought!," Marc grinned, grabbed his things, and jumped out while the doors were still swinging open.

They lugged their skis and material through the crowds of tourists and back to the house where they had spent the past week. Putting everything away took its time, and when Daniel had all his skis lined up the way Nicola liked it, and hanged the inside of his ski boots out to dry, and stuffed his suit and the jacket into the wardrobe, the others had long left for their own rooms. He smiled when he opened the message from Justin with the two pictures, and sank down on the edge of his bed. Justin found him like that when he came crashing through the door, and unceremonisouly dropped his things on his own bed.

"And you don't mind…" Daniel asked without looking away from the picture. It really was a lucky shot, Daniel's wide-open eyes hidden by Justin's hand, and his surprised exclamation frozen to something that seemed like a laugh as Justin came in for a kiss.

"Of course not!" Justin panted, and kicked the shells of his ski boots under his bed. "I wouldn't have done it otherwise."

Daniel hummed, and switched to the other photo. Indeed, it looked as if Daniel was staring out of the window on the other side of the gondola, and not at Marc, his confused expression making him look as if he was deeply lost in his thoughts.

"I don't plan on ever going to Scotland," Justin said as he plopped down next to Daniel. "And I don't think you'll ever invite him here, so we're safe." He chuckled as he looked at the picture. "I make a great pretend-boyfriend."

Daniel snorted though he could not hide the fond smile washing over his face. "Don't flatter yourself."

"I do!" Justin exclaimed, and stood up again. He walked to his suitcase next to his bed, its contents spilling out on all sides. "I am funny, easy-going, romantic…what else?"

"You snore and you leave your stuff scattered all over the room," Daniel added.

"You love that about me," Justin retorted, grabbed his towel, and disappeared in the bathroom.

-----

The hottest weeks of summer passed, and with the first gust of autumn winds, the unending river of tourists pouring down on Zermatt died down to a trickle. Their absence finally left enough space in the restaurant at the top of the mountain for all the groups using the glacier as training ground and, as always, Marc and Luca had managed to snag the one with the best view. Justin joined them with a cup of coffee, and with a contended sigh sank down in a free chair. Training had picked up speed, the new season was fast approaching, and the coaches became sterner with every day.

"When will it end?" Luca muttered, his head resting on a bunched-up sweater.

"You tell me," Justin said as Daniel sank down next to him. "I have to do something. The coach's jokes about me changing the group are getting less and less funny. I don't want to leave! And he wants to send me to the giant-slalom-group of all things! Can you imagine having to train day in day out with that uppity Caviezel? Also I've heard they want to send the snooty brat from Hérèmence too. No thanks."

"Eh, Loïc's nice," Marc threw in. "He's just shy. And you're not exactly helping him come out of his shell."

"Snooty," Justin muttered in his cup before he turned his head to Daniel. "Anyway, I don't want to leave you guys. I love it here and…" He broke off. Daniel sat unblinking, his face white as a sheet. When he realised that everyone was staring at him, he flinched, and jumped up again.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" he muttered, and clamped his hand into Justin's shoulder. With a confused look back to their friends, Justin put the cup down, and followed Daniel into the hallway towards the souvenir shop and the gondolas.

"What's wrong?" he asked while Daniel restlessly paced up and down on the sturdy felt carpet.

"He's coming here," Daniel blurted out, and wrung his hands.

Justin frowned, and pressed against the wall to make space for Daniel pacing in front of him. "Who?"

"The guy!" Daniel exclaimed, and finally stopped. "Grandpa's neighbour's grandson! He…" Here Daniel gestured quotation marks into the air, "…convinced his mates from St. Andrews to come to Zermatt instead of Courchevel for a fun weekend before the start of the new semester."

Justin burst out laughing but Daniel was still in utter distress, and began to pace again.

"He wants to go for a pint with us. I don't want to go for a fucking pint! Not with him!"

"Daniel, that's no problem," Justin said, and grabbed him by the shoulder. "How often do you see couples over the age of 16 make out in broad daylight? It'll be the easiest thing to keep this up. All we have to do is sit next to each other, touch each other's arm once or twice, maybe call each other Honey Bear or Poulette, and we'll be fine."

"I can't keep going on with this," Daniel muttered, and stared into the distance. "I'll have to come clean; tell him I don't fancy him at all."

"What? And risk the good relationship between your grandparents and their neighbours?" Justin laughed. "It's our duty to…"

"I wrote to him that we broke up."

Justin's laugh fell, just like his hand from Daniel's shoulder.

"This was insane from the beginning!" Daniel spat, and tore his fingers through his hair. "What if someone from our team sees us in the pub and comes over? Or really just anyone who trains next to us on the snow? Back in Scotland I told him we're fresh, not even my own family knows about it, because what if he had talked to them? Or to his grandmother who would have told my Grandpa who would have told her that he doesn't know anything about a boyfriend?" He stared at Justin but he was too focused on his ski boots all of a sudden.

"I'll just tell him I don't like him in that way, and whatever happens in Scotland, happens. I don't care."

Justin's chest heaved with a short snort.

"You won't meet him," Daniel continued, "not if I can help it. But if you should cross him in the unlikeliest situation, just tell him we didn't pan out. Don't invent stuff, just…don't. Please."

"We just weren't meant to be," Justin said flatly. He smiled, though it did not reach his eyes. "Shit happens."

Daniel exhaled, and closed his eyes for a second. He tried to meet Justin's eyes. "Exactly. I'm glad you understand."

Justin nodded, and pushed away from the wall. "Of course. We should go, the break's over."

-----

The snow kept its form longer this time of the year, and did not turn into unskiable sludge like during the height of summer. The coaches had left the course from the morning to simulate a worn-out track, and one after the other the athletes hurtled down the slope. A small patch of the mountainside was fenced off. It was reserved for the first winter tourists, and amateurs of all skill-levels pushed the soft snow downwards. A handful of them always lingered near the fence, watching the pros at work. At first, nobody took any heed when another group stopped by, only when they started to hoot and cheer did they turn their heads. Their ski outfits were top of the line and pristine, their faces young and forgettable.

"Oh god, just kill me now," Daniel muttered, stepped into the pair of skis Nicola had prepared, and slid away towards the group.

"What?" Nicola asked into the air.

"Old…acquaintances from Scotland," Justin explained.

"He better acquaints himself with the course soon unless he wants to walk down to Zermatt," Matteo grumbled as he fiddled with the radio strapped to his chest.

“I’ll go first,” Justin said, and lined up at the start gate.

They practiced until the sun started to sink towards the mountain peaks. The group from before had long since moved onto the patio of the restaurant, and had watched them from above.

“We’re going for a beer first before we’re going down,” Luca said to Justin while they finished putting together their things. “Should I order one for you too?”

Justin shut his backpack, and threw it over his shoulder. He shook his head. "I don't feel so well. I'll see you back at the house."

"Okay…" Luca said with a frown, and watched as Justin walked through the turnstile. Only a few people were standing in line, which only existed because nobody felt like sharing a gondola. Justin also stayed put while the couple ahead of him entered their cabin, even though there would have been more than enough space for him. Nobody except Daniel took notice of the man with the eye-wateringly expensive skis coming from the restaurant, and slipping past the queue.

"No no no!" Daniel yelled, and dropped the pair of skis he had in his hands, grabbed his jacket, and sprinted towards the turnstiles. "Dave, wait!"

Justin was too busy with his bags and backpack, and only realised that he was not alone in the gondola when the man was already sitting on the opposite bench. Daniel ran past the queue and the flimsy barrier separating the people from the exit ramp, and slipped in at the last second before the doors shut, and the gondola bolted out of the mountain station. For the first few seconds, while they were still rattling over the masts, only Daniel's gasps filled the silence. Justin stared at the guy with a blank look while he seemed very pleased himself. Daniel, meanwhile, looked miserable.

"I'm sorry for butting in like that," the guy eventually began, with a grin that showed he was not. He held out his hand to Justin. "I'm Dave."

Justin looked at the hand, and back at Dave without moving one muscle. "Daniel's grandfather's neighbour's grandson who studies at St. Andrews," he said.

Dave laughed, and dropped his hand back into his lap. His ski trousers and ski jacket were brand new. "The one and only."

Neither Daniel nor Justin said anything but Dave was not bothered in the least.

"I could convince my mates to change up our usual pre-semester trip," he explained. "Something different for once. It's not quite like Ibiza but almost. I guess that means we'll have to go somewhere warm for New Year's," he mused, and looked out of the window. "Maybe the Caribbean? Though everyone always loves Courchevel…" Slowly they crossed the tree line, and scraggly firs started to spring out of the ground.

With a shrug, Dave came back from his thoughts, and grinned at Justin again. "It's fun, I mean, getting out of the usual rut for once. And even more fun when it means I get to see Daniel." Here he winked, and stared at Daniel until he pulled his lips into a thin smile. Then, Dave turned to Justin. "But now I also get the chance to tell you what a bloody idiot you are."

Justin slowly cocked his head. That and a slight frown was the only indication that he had listened.

"He's just joking," Daniel pressed through clenched teeth.

"I'm not!" Dave laughed. "Do you know how many words Dan used to speak to me before he met you? It was like trying to communicate with a tree. A handsome, handsome tree." He let out an exaggerated sigh as he looked at Dan. "But then I ask one little question about the picture on his phone, out of politeness, I might say, and all of a sudden I can't get him to shut up anymore."

"I was drunk…" Daniel interjected, his cheek glowing bright red.

"It was early afternoon," Dave corrected. "And I learnt more about motocross than I ever cared to know in my whole life. Also I'm happy your knee is okay again, and also that your sister found another job, and…" He leant forward, and mustered Justin's face intently. "Yeah, those are grey. But not that pretty, no offence. I mean, if you're into that…"

Justin barely acknowledged him, his gaze locked in on Daniel who was leaning his head on the scratched window with his eyes closed.

"So imagine my surprise when I come here and learn that you broke up with him. I…"

"It was mutual."

Dave paused, and stared at Justin with a surprised expression.

"I didn't break up with him. We both agreed it's just not the right thing," Justin said softly, and looked at Dave.

As if he was finally realising the tense situation in the cramped gondola, Dave's eyebrows shot up. A short frown flickered over his face before it was hidden under another grin. He turned to Daniel again.

"All the better that I'm here now, right? I'm at the Cervo, we could take our pint at…"

Justin did not let him finish. "You could take a hint, for one."

Dave's glare was now unmistakably hostile but Justin still was unbothered, even as the silence stretched uncomfortably long, and only ended when the gondola suddenly sagged a little before dashing into the valley station.

"I'll write to you," Dave said to Daniel, and with one last, withering look to Justin climbed out.

Daniel and Justin followed him outside, and watched him trot away without sparing them another glance, his skis dangling against his leg. When he had turned the corner, Justin adjusted the straps of the heavy backpack, and lifted one pair of the skis on his shoulders.

"I've forgot my stuff up there," Daniel said, trying to fill the heavy silence. "I'll just…"

He broke off as Justin turned away wordlessly, and walked away.

"Justin!" Daniel said with rising desperation but Justin ignored him.

-----

Marc, Luca, and Ramon were lounging on the patio of their chalet when Daniel returned from his trip back to the glacier. The sun was setting in earnest behind the mountains now, and a cool breeze carried the first signs of the coming winter down the golden hillsides.

"Why is Justin sulking in his room?" Luca asked through the open door, and grabbed a handful of peanuts from a bowl in the middle of the table.

With hanging shoulders, Daniel walked through the living room towards the hallway. "I'll talk to him," he muttered.

"Dinner's ready in twenty minutes," Marc yelled as Daniel disappeared through one of the doors.

With his last strength he carried his stuff through the room, and dropped everything on the ground in front of his suitcase. Justin sat on his bed with his back to the wall, scrolling through his phone. Without a word Daniel shrugged out of his jacket and ski trousers, grabbed a towel, and walked to the bathroom. He stooped, the door in his hand, took a deep breath, and turned around.

His voice was brittle. "I'm sorry," he said. "About…everything. I should have shut this down way earlier, not…" He broke off, and took a deep breath. "Look, whatever you're thinking now, I don't want things to change between us. My feelings for you are my problem alone. It won't change how I…your friendship is too important to me and I'd never do anything to threaten it. So…yeah." He shrugged, and quickly fled into the bathroom but he had no chance to turn the key as the door was roughly pulled out of his hand again. Daniel flinched back, at the sight of Justin blocking the entire door , effectively locking him in the windowless room.

Justin did not move or speak, only stared at Daniel, and quickly he wiped over his cheeks. Justin kept staring even as Daniel helplessly stared back, until he finally gathered all his remaining little courage so he could look him in the eye. His breath hitched when he saw those bright, grey eyes lingering on him.

Lingering.

Tears swimming.

Daniel's shoulders slumped.

"Oh."

Justin laughed, and before Daniel could move, had him wrapped in a painfully tight hug.

"Oh…" Daniel sighed again as he clung to Justin like a drowning man.

"Yeah," Justin laughed, and noisily pulled up his nose.

“Why did you never say anything?”

“I didn’t want to lose you too,” Justin rasped. “Duh.”

Daniel laughed. Hugging Justin was not new, and yet it was, and he never wanted to let go of him anymore.

“We can never tell the others,” he said, and they both laughed again.

“Luca will never let us hear the end,” Justin muttered. “He will be insufferable.”

Slowly, Daniel released his grip around Justin until he could look at him. His head spun madly when Justin closed the gap for a kiss, and when he remembered that from now on, he could do it whenever he wanted, he laughed again.

“I felt like crying when you broke up our fake relationship,” Justin confessed, and a soft blush crept over his cheeks.

"I was sure you'd forgotten about it," Daniel whispered.

Justin shook his head. “But when that moron told that story…”

Daniel groaned, and leant his forehead against Justin’s shoulder. “You know the worst thing? I really was drunk.”

Justin burst out laughing. “In the middle of the day?”

Daniel sighed. “It was the last lunch, and Grandpa had pulled out his entire Whisky-collection for a tasting. I was just trying to get sober again in the garden when he came over…god, just the memory...”

“Lightweight,” Justin teased.

“Am not!” Daniel exclaimed, and pushed Justin off. “You have no idea how big Grandpa’s collection is!”

Justin grinned, and kissed him again.

[sexuallyfrustratedpineapples]

Nyo! Prussia Roleplay Starter

If you are looking to roleplay with me, please feel free to like this post or DM me!

Looking for: Italy, Southern Italy, Canada, 2p! Canada, Austria, Nyo! Hungary, England, America, Denmark, Spain, Scotland or France. Others may be considered and I am open for polyships.

TW: Car Accident, Motorcycle Accident, Hospital, Loss of Limbs Also: There are no graphic descriptions of injuries involved here. I'm not a huge fan of them, so I try to keep it out of my writing.

Julchen could not remember what happened to her. She could not remember the wreck that caused her to lose her favorite motorcycle, the airlift to the hospital, why she was missing her leg from below the knee or her arm below the shoulder. The whole ordeal was a blur to the Prussian as she sat in the room in the rehabilitation facility in preparation to go to her next therapy appointment. When the accident occurred, the Prussian did not have any family or friends to speak of really. Her father disowned the woman ages ago and she had not seen or heard from either him or her brother since. This meant the first place to report her missing was her job, followed by her becoming a ward of the state due to the fact that she really had no one. Thankfully for her, a coworker who had watched her dog prior to the accident knew where her spare key was and was kind enough to take and hold her dog for her. The landlord was left a note taped to the front door and her rent came out of her account monthly so that was not an issue.  Some of her other bills and things would be a bigger issue, though she dealt with it one at a time as she could. For the time being, Jul was stuck in the facility to her dismay. She managed to pay for decent prosthetics between her savings and the kindness of her coworkers. Her arm was an older bionic model which would be helpful as she relearned to write and do other tasks with it. Her leg was a newer, basic model that came with a foot attachment for the time being. The woman would have to relearn to walk before anything else and thankfully, it was going well. She now needed to get the hang of running to really get the ball moving for her chance to go home. Today was no exception for her practice of walking as well as using her cane for her other, newly gained disability. Julchen was no stranger to struggles with vision. She had pretty much had vision problems since she was a child and though this did not change with the accident, it only got worse. Being albino meant that she was predisposed to having mild eye issues and she was about the same as most people, however the accident caused one of her eyes to struggle to take in more than blurry shapes. With glasses, the other eye could sort of make out some stuff, though it was not great. Since she was legally blind now, it meant that Jul would no longer be able to do the work she loved to do and she would have to find a new lease on life. For now, the Prussian moved herself from the bed and started her daily limp across the complex and to her appointment. The walk was nice, if not a bit chilly with the weather changing from summer to fall. The physical therapist she was working with was a little rough around the edges, though he was pretty cute so she forgave that. It was also fun to turn his face as red as she could per session. The Prussian pushed the door open, entering the facility and gave a slanted grin in what she hoped was the direction of the man. Her eyes were filled with determination and a little excitement as she stood there, crossing her arms. “You ready to watch me get it right today?

[vampykween]

for the ask game!! :3

🖤 - favorite hobbies outside of your blog?

💉- do you have tattoos and/or piercings?

🎵 - favorite artists?

🔥 - craziest thing that’s ever happened to you?

🫐 - some place you’d love to visit?

🖊️ - what character do you not enjoy writing for?

🍀 - what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? how has it helped you?

🖤 - oh god i am so lame, would be believe i have like no hobbies. i would playing sims is probably the only other thing i really like to do besides write ☻

💉 - i have my ears and nostril pierced. i want to get my septum too but im holding off on that for right now. no tattoos, but that is soon to change ive like a million tattoos i want cooking up in my brain and i finally have the money to get them hehe yassss

🎵 - okay this one is so hard for me cause i listen to so much music i feel like my faves change too much. my go to artists are: sleep token, hozier, chevelle, deftones, melanie martinez, the 1975, florence + the machine, pierce the veil, harry styles, and noah kahan. honestly that doesnt even feel like them all but alas we move on

🔥 - im going to avoid trauma dumping and pick something crazy that didnt happen to me but i witnessed it. so last summer my gf went on vacation with my family and we went to six flags in georgia. we got on this huge rollercoaster and all of a sudden fucking coins start flying at our heads like a lot of coins. we're all ducking and when the ride is finally over my gf goes "omg guys i think something hit me lol" and i turn and look at her and her head is drenched in blood and i start fucking panicking. it was so insane she had to get stitches cause her head was cut wide open, but we did get free tickets. in fact we ended up going to six flags for our anniversary like a month later lmao (way too long of a story omg im sorry)

🫐 - id love to visit scotland or ireland, but in the us i want to visit oregon so badly! i need to be amongst the trees.

🖊️ - honestly i dont think i could ever write for konig, simply because i feel like i could not do him justice like im not about to embarass myself with shitty german translations. i already felt so awkward writing for valeria and i know spanish

🍀 - okay you can laugh at this but my comfort show is ncis. i thought it was so stupid at first but then i started watching and was like wait... i kinda love this. its my comfort show becasue its so predicatble, there's always some crime to get solved and you can just put it on in the background and not have to pay much attention to it. also ofc there is a love story in there between two of the agents and it hits for me every time. if i was 17 and you asked me, vampire diaries would be my comfort show simply because i am obsessed with vampires and romance.

[scotianostra]

November 26th 1908 saw the birth of Charles Carmine Forte in Casalattico, Italy

This has a wee connection with my home town, Loanhead, it was Baron Forte, as he was to become, worked in his relative,  Alfonso Forte, Italian cafe, from a young age after emigrating from Italy.

His father’s distant cousin Pacifico Forte had moved to Scotland and according to family legend, this cousin met a Scotsman who was believed to be a grocer. However, he did not own just one grocer’s shop but many.

The family always believed that this was Sir Thomas Lipton. He said to Pacifico ‘if you ever come to Scotland come to see me and I will help you.’ but truth be told we will never know if it was Lipton.

He opened up what was known as a hole in the wall shop in Kincardine in Fife. There he sold chocolate, lemonade and cigarettes.

He went on to open an ice cream shop in Dundee and with the business expanding, he persuaded some of the family to move to Scotland. In 1911 Rocco Forte arrived in the country.

During that year Mr Forte found a job in a small shop in Loanhead near Edinburgh. Three years later he wrote home and asked his wife and their family to join him, and they arrived at Waverley Station in 1913.

They then left Edinburgh bound for Alloa. Here Forte established the Savoy Cafe.

It sold lemonade and coffee and soon became popular with locals. It was situated on Mill Street and could seat between 50 and 60 people.

As time went on, they employed two or three assistants to serve ice cream, cakes and sandwiches.

Charles was beginning to speak English but with a Scottish accent. He attended Alloa Academy but was teased by the other boys, which is what happens in schools.  At the time, the nickname for an Italian was tally wally and they used to taunt him with this.

Soon though he was accepted because he was friendly and good at sport.

While there he wrote an essay for his teacher Miss Hunter. She showed it to the headmaster as she was so taken with his grasp of English.

ONE of the things Charles Forte remembered about The Great War was the arrival of the Black Watch in Alloa.

He also recalled seeing Lloyd George standing on a box in a doorway, speaking to the crowd of around 100 people.

When Forte was 12, he attended Saint Joseph's College in Dumfries. While there he got into fights nearly every day, and he loathed the place.

After a week he wrote to his father saying: ‘unless you come and fetch me, I am going to run away’. A few days later he arrived at the school and took him home.

He was then enrolled in one of Italy's most prestigious schools in Rome and during his time there, he only returned to Alloa for the summer holidays.

When he was 17, Forte decided to follow in his father's footsteps. Rocco arranged for him to work in a cafe in Weston-Super-Mare in Somerset.

It had been formed in partnership with two cousins and was one of the first of a string of cafes and ice cream parlours which members of the family opened all along the English coastline.

The caveat was that he was to remain in Scotland for six months to study book-keeping and accountancy.

When he was 26, he opened his first milk bar in Regent Street London. From there his business went from strength to strength, opening many more cafes.

During World War II, he was interred on the Isle of Man, but was released three months later. In 1943, he married Irene Chierico and the couple went on to have five girls and a boy.

By the late 1940s he was head of Forte Holdings Limited and in the 1950s had branched out into catering at Heathrow Airport.

He also opened the first motorway service station at Newport Pagnell in 1959. By 1970, following mergers, he was at the helm of Trusthouse Forte which owned the likes of Little Chef and Travelodge. It was now a multi-billion pound empire.

In 1970, Forte was knighted by the Queen Mother and in 1982 became Baron Forte of Ripley in Surrey. He was also appointed Knight of the Sovereign Military Order of Malta.

In 1992, he retired and handed over the reins of the business to his son Rocco. A hostile takeover bid by Granada was successful and the business fell out of family hands.

Charles Forte died in his sleep in his London home on February 28th, 2007. His wife died in 2010 and was buried beside her husband in West Hampstead Cemetery.

Charles’ son Rocco has built his own hotel “empire”  Rocco Forte Hotels might be modest compared to what his father owned, but the 14 hotels “ From London to Rome, Sicily to Florence, Berlin to Edinburgh each Rocco Forte Hotel is as Unique and Special as the Place it Calls Home.”  The Fortes own The beautiful Balmoral Hotel at number 1 Princes Street Edinburgh.

The first four pics are of Charles, the rest are some of the businesses across Scotland, in order they are Charles at Horsemarket in Kelso., Loanhead,  Friars Street in Stirling, Girvan, Biggar, and Galashiels

[naturallyadventured]

whentheblackbirdsings_

How was your summer? Did you do all the stuff you wanted to and what was the stuff you didn't do?

What about the blackbirds summer? 

I did it.

I spread my little wings and flew like a crazy bird across Sweden.

I accomplished a twilight retreat with Rebecca @wildherbarista and together with a group of incredible women we touched upon something beyond day/ night, black/ white, and roamed the gränsland to finally step into the light, on the top of some of the most powerful hills in Sweden.

I ran away with the circus. @tyrolenihjartatavsmaland

I drank Mjöd with my best friend, refusing to "better myself".

I toplessed around Sweden on several beaches where it was only me and an old wify showing off our mammary glands.

I held my brothers' kids as they were my own and I put wings on papa blackbird.

In Turkey I watched him float in front of the great mountains overshadowing the beach full of our ancestral brothers and sisters. 

I voted for equality and a better world. I tried my best to meet my shadow in the bright summer nights and this weekend I shared the harvest with a group of sisters that are closer to me than when we first started this journey, in the middle of 2020. 

As always, I had all the oysters in the world at Grand Hotel with my brother because, if we don't celebrate life, what is life?

If we don't connect, what is living?

And finally, if you don't breathe, experience and move that beautiful body of yours, what are you really doing? 

Well, as usual, who am I to tell you what to do?

It is your life, you are the master.

I am just saying, I am so ready to go back into the darkness, travel back to Scotland and sneaking into a time where the nights get longer and the days slowly diminish.... until it is time again, to come out and let the sun tan your beautiful little titties.

So long mutter fxxers. Sweden we love you

[kaladinstormsblessed]

i am in boston which means i am nearly home! scotland was good but i am. exhausted mentally physically and emotionally. since april 24th i have returned to pa, gotten violently sick with a stomach bug, taught my silly little pompeii class, attended more end of semester events than i thought possible, socialized so much, started working in the library again, agonized over my conference paper, gave my conference paper, and spent 10 days in scotland. i am ready to. calm down and relax, especially since things will be picking up soon. i think my dad's death is finally starting to set in (my mom and younger sister are on a vacation that they had planned with him and my mom said he had actually seemed excited about it and was making plans for it, which he rarely did) and june is going to be a rough month (in 18 days, my dad's birthday, father's day, and my parent's anniversary) in addition to my regular summertime sadness etc. the exhaustion is really existential and bone deep at this point - i'm so tired and yet i have so much work to do. so i'm going to try and keep! it! simple! i give myself permission to be sort of a hermit for the next several days as i recover (except for therapy tomorrow :/ and maybe sunday bc m did offer to do something for my dad's birthday). i think i will use tomorrow as a reset day - therapy in the morning then laundry and maybe groceries/cooking. i may then sneak into campus bc i want to see if i can set myself up in a different study space on campus - our library is open stupid hours this summer and so i want to see if i can find another place to work. i will unfortunately want to move all of my stuff 🙃 after that, it's down to work.

prelim stuff

focus needs to be on finishing my notecards and essays. sacrifice is in pretty good shape, so it's really the other three: need to add some stuff to my homer essays and finish going through both commentaries for all seven books; need to tweak my pompeii essays; and then need to finish my flash cards for jerome. i will then want to spend a little bit of time each day studying.

i am also eyeing the possibility of renting a place in like. maine or connecticut while i'm taking my exams. this may be literally impossible but i want to explore the option. it would be so nice to be unreachable and have a nice little place on the water somewhere cool.... august is such a disgusting month.

diss stuff

going to ease into this! will reread all the letters in english and make a reference doc with notes and decide which to tackle in the latin first. i should also go back and look at my prelim notes for this and start getting some questions rolling. i need to remind myself that i only have two months since august will be all prelims. goal is to have something to my advisor when i touch base and confirm my prelims in early july and then right before i dig into my exams in august. ideally this would be the bare bones of a proposal.

american school

ugh a whole lot here. need to confirm i can sublease my apartment and find someone to take my place (fingers crossed j has found someone for me). need to confirm that my birth certificate is getting its apostille. need to do a whole bunch of paperwork some of which is probably going to be late (i don't have a pcp like a clown...if i die i die). i also need to confirm my visa appointment and what all i need (big things will be my letter and my flight). i will also need to completely redo my wardrobe which i hate but it'll be a good excuse for me to get rid of a whole lot of shit. don't need to go too wild but need good hiking boots and pants etc.

professional development

my only goal here is to have something for oxford patristics since it only happens every four years. that abstract isn't due until the end of august and i'm hoping something will spark in my diss research. i can also tentatively look at the roman baths and agency conference although that might be a bit much. i also want to keep an eye on a couple other things. i realized that i count as a medievalist in some circles (which...why) but means i should keep an eye on imc and kalamazoo. i might also want to submit the paper i just presented to naps (the hard thing is i will be in greece and am unsure if i'll be able to get away - but it's probably worth applying for). also pay attention to vagantes and see if i qualify for that.

there's also a conference at penn june 20th-22nd that touches on a lot of my research interests (and has multiple people i know and/or are getting cited in my sacrifice prelim) that i should attend.

mlsn

python class starts next tuesday! i cannot forget that! i need to email and ask a couple questions but hopefully this will be a more relaxed class bc i will not be lecturing the whole time.

exercise

i need to start doing yoga again! maybe i'll start at 3x per week. i also want to do physical therapy and walk for 60 mins every day. this is tricky bc it's already so hot. doing it after dark makes sense but when i'm home i'm home. i want to try and start getting up early (like 5ish?) so early morning maybe? idk to think on.

other stuff

i am feeling very socialized and overstimulated so i need to make sure i don't completely bury myself in the sand here. i have an invite from one of the first years to grab ethiopian food next week and plans to work out daddy issues with a couple of other folks on father's day. and i should keep up with trivia and try and make sure bingo with s happens. i would also love to get down for a phillies game and some other fun stuff in the city! i can think about this more but rn it's okay if i ignore people for awhile! i am feeling very overwhelmed!

this is. a lot. but it'll be okay! i will be glad to be back home and getting into some sort of routine.