#i woke up at 11am - was like 'that's too early considering when i went to bed'

[benevolentvampire]

i had a dream that started off with me back in high school, about to give a presentation about a topic - i found out right before my turn that my topic was bible black and for some reason the powerpoint was Not just the sfw shots & scenes so i had to try and edit them all to salvage it

later me, some friends from high school + some friends I've made since were at a house party together and i had to excuse myself because i realised it was a full moon and i was apparently a werewolf. everyone saw straight through my excuses for leaving but they didn't hate me nor were they scared of me for being a werewolf

[daisyvstheworld]

Day 17 - Jan 17 - Grindelwald/Jungfraujoch

I woke up super early for NO REASON bc I didn’t even make my original train. I was sad that I was leaving so I took my fine time. I pooped and then I packed up, went down to breakfast at 7:10ish. The breakfast buffet was so nice!! The restaurant was super pretty and the mountain was just appearing as the sun was rising. There was an omelette station but I just got scrambled eggs, some mini waffles (bad), fruit, cheese to sample, and coffee. Turns out they had yogurt lol I didn’t have to buy yesterday. Wish I had known.

I was originally planning to get to the train station for the 7:48am departure but I took too long to eat and poop again, and then the front desk wasn’t open so I couldn’t check out until 7:55am :( the lady said the bus ran every 15 mins but I waited and it never came so I just walked down to the Grindelwald station and waited for the 8:18am departure. There was a huge group of Korean tourists that all went WHAAAA at a flock of birds flying away

Anyways that group left on a different train and I hopped on mine. Once I got to the terminal, it looked like there were only skiers and I was like uhh wtf am I not supposed to be here.. but eventually I saw 2-3 other tourists. The lockers didn’t work so I had to pay 10 francs to put them in the peoples back office -_-

The view up was soooo pretty!! It’s kind of cloudy today but I think it’s supposed to clear up a bit at the top. Idk I hope so at least.

I went to the bathroom once we got to Eigergletscher since the next train wasn’t departing for 20 mins and literally when I got out of the stall, a bunch of people were waiting in line and then this huge ass group of like 40 Korean tourists showed up at the ticket line I was like wtf

We got on the tram and it was a 30min or so ride up, through a tunnel in the mountain.

OoF this altitude!! We took a stop at Eismeer and of course it’s cloudy and shit so you can’t really see anything but you can see how vast the snow valley is. And it’s windy so it was cool to see the little snow storm

Once we got to the top; the swarm of Korean tourists began hahah I did the tour a little out of order because it was so chaotic but it worked out! My selfie stick really came in clutch

Unfortunately it was super cloudy and windy so you can’t really see much 😭😭 but I got some cool photos and they even had a little picture op showing that this was a film location for Crash Landing on You.

The Lindt workshop area didn’t appear to be open and Restaurant Crystal looked closed too but I found out it just opened at 11am so I just waited a couple minutes for it open and ordered my alcoholic coffee and cheesecake 😊 took my Pepcid AND lactaid like a responsible asian. Lowkey I was hoping the sky would clear up a little before I left 🥲 it did not lol so I left.. a little disappointing but tbh I should’ve checked. When I checked, it said it was gonna be sunny but it LIED or I forget when it was supposed to be sunny and I left too early.. but I rather go to Lausanne than wait for the chance of it potentially clearing up even though it looked very unlikely. NEVERTHELESS, I am grateful for the opportunity and it felt cool to just be at the top. It does have a kind of surreal splendor being that high up surrounded by snow and winds. It feels like I shouldn’t be there considering how wild the weather is. Wish it was a little/lot clearer but no regrets!!!

Ok I’m on the last train rn to Lausanne.. and oh my god. Taking trains in Switzerland is nice but sometimes you gotta pray your train is on time or you’ll mess up your ENTIRE schedule. I’m done with transfers now but I just took 3 trains to get to where I am now. If I missed any of them, I’d be panicking.. the train from Interlaken to Spielz was stressful bc we just stopped 10 mins out from the station to wait for an oncoming train??? So the announcer said we’d be a few minutes late and I was like BRUH we’re supposed to arrive at 1:51 and then I’m supposed to catch a different train at 1:54!!!! What do you MEAN A FEW MINUTES LATE

Luckily we were on time or just a minute or so late and it’s a small station so I just sprinted across the platform and got on the next train. I’ve had to take out my passport every single time they check my ticket, but luckily I think I only have to do it once more after this when I take this train later to get to Geneva. It’s been snowing all over the country, it’s quite pretty!

I got hungry and ate the last pretzel bread, but as I was eating I realized that this bread is like 3 days old.. like I brought it all the way from Salzburg, Austria… oh well, it’s in tummy now. Along with the random shit I had for breakfast, a coffee with whipped cream and Williams, and a cheesecake. Lol.

JESUS CRISTO

Je is back on the train to Geneva - it’s 6:15pm. I have sweat so much today. I am wearing SO MANY LAYERS. I went from being in -18 degree weather to like 35/40 degree weather carrying all my bags and walking up hills. To say I was sweating at the Olympic Museum is a SEVERE understatement. I thought I was gonna have a freaking panic attack, but I didn’t wanna waste time by taking layers off bc the museum was closing in 2 hours. The museum was suuuuper cool!! Gave a history of the Olympics going back to the origin in Athens and moving to modern Olympics who apparently a French man brought back in the early 1920s, ain’t that wild! He was very much about the unity of art and sport. There were exhibits on the development of Olympic sport, the host cities, the demonstration of art and culture, ALL the torches from the ceremonies displayed, and the stories behind them all. I wish I had more time bc it was truly so cool. Then they had an exhibit of artifacts donated by athletes and the games. The last one was more interactive and shows the athletes village, their nutrition/health/well-being, and a zone for people to play games and such. Quite cool, quite cool indeed. Again, wish I had more time. But I rushed the last bit to make sure I had time to walk through the gift shop really quick, go to the bathroom, and grab my stuff. I took a couple of quick photos at the Olympic park and started back. I feel so musty at this point (and hungry) that I just wanted to get to Geneva. I walked back to the metro and hopped on the Ouchy line back to Lausanne Gare. It’s only 2 very quick stops, but when we hit the first stop, this man came SLIDING into the door and ended up not even getting in. His foot didn’t make it through the train door, only the station door. It looked so painful though - he was a pretty skinny man and I think he slipped on accident. He got up pretty fast though. But I gasped really loudly bc it felt like a cartoon in a movie.

Anyways I got on the train. It’s quite packed. I wanted to eat but I don’t wanna eat in front of all these people so I guess I wait until I get to Geneva.. and walk 10-15 mins to my hostel 😭😭.. and check in… 😭😭😭

I have done so much today. I’ve taken 7 trains today. Plus the metro. I’m so tired 😭

[flowersandcorpse]

She’s Optimistic  (Not Me)

This is a Corpse Husband fic. I haven’t noticed any that weren’t x readers, so here you go! Feel free to comment, share, and send me questions. 

Genre: Slowburn, friends to lovers, angst, pining

TW: abuse, mental and health complications 

(This is the first chapter of many. I hope you enjoy!)

Corpse was never a very open person. He had a rough childhood and an ever rougher time living alone. There was always someone entering his life, breaking down his walls, and then giving him a million reasons to build them back up again. It was a cycle so constant and vicious, in a sick and sadistic way, he depended on it.

He hated how pathetic it made him feel. How fucking stupid he looked crying over someone he knew would leave him. But he couldn’t stop. He wouldn���t. He was broken and that’s all he would ever be.

The ground around him stood still as he slipped out of bed and fumbled his way to the bathroom. It was an average wednesday morning. He woke up around 11am, drained from the 3 hour stream from last night. His vision was blurred and his arms felt like lead as he bent down to pick up a teeshirt next to the sink. It was just a plain white tee, not flashy, no character, just average. Like today. He threw it on and looked at himself in the clouded mirror.

“Fuck,” he mumbled dryly. “Just… fuck.”

Do I actually look like this, he thought. So fucking thrown away? How the fuck did i wake up and look this shit? That’s damn impressive.

His lips parted, chapped and red. He had bitten them one too many times, the area around his mouth was a bit blushed and bruised. Corpse winced at the way his tongue darted out to glide against one of his snakebites. The piercings were a year old, but they tugged against his dry skin of his lips.1 Honestly, his appearance was something else. His hair was a mess of dark curls that spilt across his forehead and fell into his eyes. His lips were battered, his skin bruised, but his eyes… those were the worst. He had deep bags settled into his smooth skin. So dark and grotesque, they almost passed for bruises. He lifted a finger to touch the discolored flesh and smiled.

“Bastard. All you have to do is sleep and you can’t even do that.”

He splashed some water on his face and went to grab his phone when he heard a slam… from the other side of his bathroom wall. Of course he understood his apartment walls were thin, but he had never heard a thud so loud and violent coming from that apartment.

Actually, he’d never heard anything come from that apartment. When did he get neighbors? And why in the hell are they so loud.

Corpse clenched his fist to the sound. He could hear yelling, crying, and for the first time in awhile, he was actually tearing apart inside. It was unnatural and completely unwarranted.  But the more Corpse listened to the screaming, the pounding, the absolute terror in that muffled voice, his blood boiled. The anger came out of nowhere; red and burning. He was so used to feeling numb and angry at himself, but all of his self-doubt vanished. He was just ticked the fuck off.

The screaming continued and so did the crying, but it was the last blow to the wall that set him off. The room grew quiet but only for a second. A loud thud rang through his ears as he watched his mirror rattle from another impact. And another. Then he heard it. Corpse’s chest tightened and his nails dug into his palm so roughly he could feel his skin give way. It was a sob so disheartening, so shrill, he couldn’t help but growl at it.

That’s fucking it.

Corpse slammed his bathroom door close and stomped out of the apartment; face red and hot. It was too fucking early for this and he was not the one they wanted to piss off. His white tee clung to the perspiration on his chest and he left so abruptly, he didn’t have a chance to change out the loose black sweatpants he wore to bed. They drooped on his sunken frame, leaving part of his abdomen and hip bone exposed.

The next door apartment had grown quiet since Corpse slammed his bathroom door. He considered walking away and leaving whatever the fuck happened for his new disgruntled neighbors to handle. But then he thought back to the screaming, the pounding… that sob, and it took everything in him not to kick the door down and beat up whoever the fuck was behind it. Corpse lifted his knuckles to the wood of the door and pounded.

There was no response. Well, it’s too fucking late to quiet down now, bud, he snarked. He pounded harder this time not letting up. There was a rustle on the other side of the door and before long there stood a sunken frame in front of his own. Head down and sniffling, Corpse’s eyes widened at the girl standing in front of him.

“What do you want?” She snarled.

Corpse couldn’t bring himself to respond. She wore a baggy black sweatshirt and even baggier shorts. Corpse watched as she tugged on them and his eyes drew across her red thighs and bruised knees. His eyes skated across the rest of her body as if he was scanning every inch of skin, taking in every bruise, every cut, every mark. She snapped impatiently.

“Are you deaf, dumb, or both? Who are you?” This time Corpse did respond. His eyes dragged back to hers and he sighed.

“I heard screaming… and a lot of fucking noise.” He studied her face this time, taking in the puffy eyes and wet nose. Her skin was a warm tan color, young and smooth. With an exception of her swollen eyes and red cheeks, he almost thought she could be pretty. Her eyes widened when he spoke and she quickly looked away. Corpse wasn't sure, but he was pretty sure she winced. It made him feel guilty, as if his voice had shaken her in some way. But then she flashed a crooked smile and shook her head.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Well.” He gestured to her sunken form. “You alright?”

She looked at Corpse, dragging her eyes over his chest and up to his face. This time, it was her turn to study him. It wasn’t a challenging gaze, but it made him uncomfortable nonetheless.

“You never answered my question,” she pounced. Her dark hair fell flatly into eyes the way Corpse’s did. “Who are you?”

“Oh.. I’m,” he debated telling her his real name. She was just a neighbor. If she had really recognized his voice, she wouldn’t ask who he was. But, there was always the chance that she would know who he was if he told her his stage name as well.

“Yeah?” she questioned.

“Corpse. You can call me corpse.”

“Alice.”

[httpsfelicity]

“In a black dress, she’s such an actress” - Harry Styles × Model Reader AU (Part 2/?)

Summary - Harry meets a model downtown and falls for her quickly, leading the public to think that it’s a pr stunt. Unsure of what to think, the reader plays along, not knowing that Harry is unaware of the rumours.

For @cruizmanadu, @stephaniemalvie!, @kissessfordraco Xx

A/N - Part two! Thank you sooo much for the feedback on part one, I never expected it! Glad you guys like it so far. If you haven’t read part one, click here x Once again, if you’d like a part 3 / have suggestions / ect, just send a DM or ask! Here you go babessss :) 

Harry Styles: Hi

Y/n <3: Hi

Harry Styles: Why are you awake, it’s 3am?

Y/n <3: I could ask you the same thing, you messaged me first!

Harry Styles: You’re right. What’s up?

Y/n <3: Watching TV, you?

Harry Styles: Not much. Listening to The Beatles, y’know, normal night things.

Y/n <3: Never really got around to listening to them personally

Harry Styles: Omg reported and BLOCKED.

Y/n <3: Omg noooooo come back 

Harry Styles: Kiddinggggggg, but I have to make you listen to one of their albums sometime

Harry Styles: Are you free tomorrow?

Y/n <3: I have a shoot all day. I’m free the next day tho

Harry Styles: We could maybe do something then? The park?

Harry Styles: Unless you have a better idea, of course

Y/n <3: No that sounds great! What time?

Harry Styles: 7?

Y/n <3: Sure! :)

Harry Styles: Now, GO TO SLEEP!

Y/n <3: Only if you do!

Harry Styles: Okayyyy, goodnight!

Y/n <3: Goodnight!

Seen: 3:14am

As you crawled into bed, a feeling of satisfaction spread through you. He wanted to spend more time with you - that ought to be a good sign, right? “Maybe this could work out, after all,” was the last thing you thought before you fell asleep.

The next day was the usual whirlwind of events that occurred every shoot day - wake up early, take a cab over to the location (That particular day’s mystery place happened to be an old art studio), take another cab with some assigned lady to get you ready, another cab back to the location, then a whole day of photos. It was all a blur to you, so when the head of the whole operation thanked you at the end of the day, you were glad it was all over. Of course you adored your job, but considering the amount of sleep you’d gotten last night (Which, by the way, you did not regret one bit) you were thankful that in 45 minutes you’d be fast asleep.

What you did not expect, however, was for that little power nap to turn into a full 14 hours. By the time you woke up the next day, it was the crack of 11am. You sat up frantically, taking in your surroundings. You were still wearing your street clothes - jeans and a blouse - and a quick glance in the mirror revealed you hadn’t taken off your extravagant makeup, either. Trust me, it was not a pretty sight. You scrambled for your phone, and aside from all of the usual twitter notifications, DM requests, and messages from Ella and Harry (Which you were over the moon about), you noticed that you had 4 missed calls. From, none other than Harry.

You quickly clicked on his contact and dialed up his number. After a few rings, he picked up.

“Hi!” He said cheerfully.

“Hey,” you laughed. “Why did you call me? Four times, to be exact?”

“Just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight. But then I got worried when you didn’t answer, so I called again to make sure everything was alright.”

“And again, and again.”

“Correct,” he laughed.

“Rough photoshoot. I was exhausted, and it wasn’t all that exciting. By the time I got home, I was asleep. Literally. I slept for 14 hours straight.”

Harry laughed so hard on the other end that you had to move your phone away from your ear for a couple of seconds so he could calm down. “Oh, wow, I... well, I guess it’s not that funny. That’s awful. You should’ve gotten more sleep the night before!”

“I would’ve, but somebody just had to message me at 3am!”

Cue another round of laughter. “Oh my god... look, I’m sorry, I really am! I didn’t know you had to wake up so early. I won’t message you so late into the night anymore, I promise.”

“Don’t promise that! I quite liked it. Besides, all of those shoots are the same. Nothing worth remembering, if you ask me.”

“Alright, alright, fine. But are we still on for later? If you’re still tired, we can reschedule...”

“No! After twice the amount of sleep I usually get, I feel like I could run a marathon. Seven?”

“Yup.”

“Okay. Gives me enough time to adjust myself to reality.”

This sent both of them into bouts of laughter.

“Alright, well, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you then?”

“You’ve got it! Bye!”

“Bye! And for the love of god try not to fall asleep this time, yeah?” He cracked himself up.

“I’ll try!” You replied as you hung up. You sighed, smiled, and then leaned against your headboard, though not for long. You had things to do - number one, get a shower.

Flash forward a few hours, and you were all set. You were wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse, similar to yesterday’s outfits, just with less smeared makeup and bedhead. You had even managed to listen to a few albums while you were doing your hair. You quickly ate a salad for supper, confirmed the meeting spot with Harry, then headed out the door.

You arrived 10 minutes early, and to your surprise, Harry was already there again. 

“How did you get here before me?” You laughed as you walked up to him. “I left even earlier than last time, specifically to race you!”

“Oh, I have my ways,” he grinned. “So, would you like to know what I have planned?” 

“Enlighten me,” you prompted as you began walking past the bushes and flowerbeds with him, admiring his bold, light purple flared pants and white top.

“Well, first we walk through the park. Then, I have a reservation booked for La Sedbe Hyudge. If that sounds okay to you, that is.”

La Sedbe Hyudge was one of the most exclusive clubs in New York. Reservations were crazy expensive, and that’s not including the price of the food and drinks.

“Oh, Harry, you really didn’t ha-”

“No, no, don’t worry about it. The reservation’s already made; there’s no turning back now,” he laughed.

You laughed along with him. “Well, we can just split the final bill.”

“No,”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about it!” 

You sighed. “Okay,” you finally agreed. “Well, anyways, tonight sounds like it will be great fun. Thank you.”

Harry nodded, looking around. You had to admit it, the scenery of the park was very nice. The gardener(s) here must be paid awfully well.

“So, I listened to Fine Line.”

Harry perked up. “Oh?”

“It was - and I’m not just saying this because I li- we’re friends - but it was incredible. I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Harry was trying to hide his smile, but he was failing miserably. “Well, that’s good,” he concluded nonchalantly. 

“No, really! I have Golden stuck in my head. It’s beautiful. And don’t even get me started on Lights Up.”

“You didn’t see the music video, did you?”

“..Yeah?”

“Oh, wow.”

“It was ARTSY!” You laughed, Harry clearly getting embarrassed. “No, in all honestly, it was great.”

“Well, I’m glad you think that,” he smiled. “I wish I could say the same to you, but you don’t sing, obviously.”

“Not my forte, honestly. I was in choir in elementary, but that’s pretty much it. Never really had any interest in the preforming arts. No offense.”

“None taken. I’ve always liked singing, but I didn’t think I’d pursue it as a career. I was very happy at my old job, thank you very much.”

“What was your old job?”

“...”

“...”

“I used to work in a bakery.”

“No way!” “That’s adorable,” you thought as the two of you rounded a corner of the path.

“Yes way! Not to brag, but I was very good at making cinnamon rolls.”

“Now, isn’t that something.”

“That’s not all - macaroons.”

“Oh my god, marry me.”

You continued goofing off for the rest of the walk. You talked about Netflix shows and whether Summer or Winter was the superior season in the taxi, and the best way to make Kraft dinner on the sidewalk. By the time you walked into the restaurant and sat down, you were discussing the importance of a good facemask.

“I don’t know. I just can’t believe you do them.”

“I can’t believe you don’t.”

“Why should I?”

“Do you want me to go over the health benefits again?”

You sighed. “No. I just do not have the patience.”

“For me to explain it again or facemasks in general?”

You smiled. “Both.”

Harry laughed rather loudly, gaining a few odd looks from some stuck-up diners. “You’re lucky you’re cute, y/n.”

Before you could respond, a waiter walked over to your table. “And what could I get for the couple this evening?” He asked.

You and Harry looked at eachother and tried to supress laughter.

“Well, I don’t know about my husband here,” you start, looking over at Harry with a grin. He’s staring back at you and you are positive that he’s gonna blow it at any second, but you decide to keep going, “But I’ll have a glass of red wine.”

“Whatever you want, dear, so I guess I’m driving,” Harry shrugged. “I will have water, please.”

The waiter nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

 As soon as he was out of earshot, the two of you burst out laughing.

“That.. was.... amazing!” Said Harry between laughs.

“I know right!” You agreed. “We have to keep it going all night.”

“YES,” he nodded as a group of teenage girls walked past the table, also laughing uncontrollably.

Then, the waiter returned. “For the lady,” he said as he placed down a glass of  wine. You immediately picked it up and took a sip. 

“For the main course, I’ll have the steak, please,” said Harry in his very-best fancy voice.

“I too,” you said, giggling and taking another sip.

The waiter nodded and headed back to the kitchen. The two of you laughed again. 

Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your purse. “It’s probably nothing,” you thought, choosing to ignore it. But then it went off again. And again. And again.

“You should probably get that,” said Harry, looking at your bag.

“Nah, it’s probably nothing.”

“Alright. I gotta run to he bathroom, and then I’m gonna order a drink for myself, okay?”

“Okay,” you said as you watched him get up. “Bring me back a glass too!”

You watched him walk over to the mens room. Your phone buzzed. He pushed open the door. Your phone buzzed. The door shut behind him. You reached down and pulled out your phone.

Ella: Oh my god

Ella: Y/n

Ella: Where are you right now

Ella: Are you with anybody?

Ella: ?????

Ella: Y/N

Ella: CHECK UR PHONE

You quickly typed up a response, although you were confused as to why she was so worried all of a sudden.

Y/n: I’m at the Sedbe Hyudge with Harry, why?

Ella: *Sent a set of photos*

Ella: Check twitter for more.

You clicked on the photos. The first was a screenshot of an update account, saying that you and Harry were in the park. Then, another tweet from the same account, saying you were at this restaurant. Then, photos of you in the park. And then, photos of you at the restaurant. Under that were screenshots of twitter users.

@Cocopopstyles: I just want Harry to take me on a date like he does with y/n, is that TOO MUCH TO ASK. They’re TOO CUTE.

@Y/nxxxxstyles: ANOTHER WIN FOR THE SHIPPERS THEY’RE AT THE SEDBE HYUDGE DHHHVDHBDCHUDB YES

@HSDaily: Ew lmfao she’s so ugly PLS 

@Stylessssmaple: “I ain’t saying she’s a golddigger, but she ain’t messing with no broke....”

@LaylaHoran: I heard that they were talking to the waiter like they’re an actual couple. A few girls overheard it, idk their @’s tho.

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Really?? Omg that’s pretty quick tbh. Weren’t they first seen together days ago?

@LaylaHoran replying to @LarryStylisonobvs: Yeah apparently. Idk what’s going on. Is she a PR stunt or not???

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Not to be a bluegreener but she could be a beard... we’ve gotten so much content from them in the past 72 hours like.... are u gonna tell me there’s no contract in there at all?????

@Y/nsflowers: Y/n looks so good in the new pap photos pLEASE MARRY ME MA’AM.

@Y/L/Nsummertime: Y/n is over lmfao can she please cut the bullshit. Wbk she’s in it for the money. The job, the PR stunts, the boyfriend...

@TheDailyPoolsideNews: Model y/n and ex-boyband star spotted out in the town! Will this be the next Hollywood snoozefest?

There was more, but Harry was already back at the table, carrying two glasses and setting them down, smiling. All of a sudden, you had this really sick feeling. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You took your drink as he sat down. Not wanting to say anything in case it ruined the night, you took a sip and put your phone back in your purse.

“Everything alright?”

You looked up. “Yeah.”

Harry stared at you. You stared back jokingly, trying to break the tension. Harry’s phone started ringing. “Oops,” he frowned, “thought I turned this off...”

“You can take it, it’s okay. I checked my phone before. Plus, I need to use the washroom.”

“Okay,” he smiled as you stood up, smiling back. As you were walking away, you heard him talking to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Hey, Nial- what? No, I am, why-”

You pushed into the womens room and locked yourself in a stall. “What the hell is going on?”

You sit there for a few minutes, trying to collect your thoughts and give Harry some time to finish his conversation. Someone had seen the two of you at the park and in the restaurant, so what? Some people liked you, and some people didn’t. Okay, that’s understandable. Some people hated you. That’s fine, you don’t care. But people still think you and Harry are a PR stunt. This is only your second date! And it’s not eve a date! It’s just a... you put your head in your hands, then sit up, not wanting to smudge your mascara. You reach for your phone, only to remember you left it in your purse, which was currently on the floor next to your chair next to Harry. God.

And, to make matters worse, he had gotten a phonecall and from what you had heard when you were walking away, he sounded worried. Perfect! That was probably his management. Or, better yet, one of his friends doing the same thing Ella had done to you. Suddenly, you jumped up and walked back out to the table. He was fiddling around with his napkin. When he saw you, his face lit up. You didn’t buy it.

“Hi, sorry, it was just one of my friends. He wanted to t-”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said, politely cutting him off.

Harry was taken back by this, but not for long. He wasn’t fazed easily. “Oh, okay. That’s good. Sorry for taking so long. Oh, and I don’t want this anymore, so if you want it, you can fill yours up. Otherwise, I’m just gonna give it to the waiter when he comes back.”

You never drank too much. You knew three glasses would be awful for you. But you took his and filled yours up, because “I don’t want to waste anything. This place is so expensive.”

Soon after, the waiter dropped off your meals. Harry was speaking less, more unsure of himself than before, but you didn’t notice. You made polite small talk, but it wasn’t like your antics from before. Yet when you were leaving, you did not split the bill. Harry still paid.

When you walked outside, it was dark. You hadn’t expected it. You laughed. Harry laughed. “Let’s wait over here for a taxi, yeah?”

You nodded and followed him. You sat on a bench. Harry messaged somebody. You swung your feet a little. Harry took a call. You stayed seated, watching people walk by. Harry came back over and helped you walk to the taxi, arm around your back. You tried to tell him you didn’t need his help, but he didn’t listen. 

Harry gave the taxi driver his address. You gave him yours, but he didn’t listen. You spoke up again, but Harry told you not to worry; you could spend the night with him. You nodded.

Harry helped you out of the taxi. You didn’t fight back. You tried to pay for the taxi, but he wouldn’t take your money. You held his hand as you walked through the doors of his apartment building, got in the elevator, got to his apartment. He sat you down on the couch and went off to his room. He came back shortly after.

“I don’t have any pyjamas for you.”

“Why would I need pyjamas?” You laughed a little, and then a lot.

Harry smiled. He went back to his room and came back with a shirt still wrapped in plastic and a bag.

“Here. The bathroom is over there. There’s makeup wipes on the counter.” He helped you up and you walked over. 

“Why do you have makeup wipes? Do you wear makeup?”

“Yep!” Said Harry. “Just turn the lock to the left. It’s tricky sometimes, try it a few times if it doesn’t work, yeah?”

“That’s so cool, can you show me your makeup sometime?”

“Yep! Maybe after you get your pyjamas on.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm!”

You shut the door and turned the lock, though you doubted you’d need it. You took off your fancy clothes and put on a pair of brand new too-big black sweatpants and a too-big pink t-shirt. Why did you need pyjamas again? Harry hadn’t answered. He wasn’t sending you home in pyjamas, was he? Uh oh.

You walked out. Harry was in the kitchen. “Do you need anything?”

“A drink.”

“Water?”

“Wine, dummy.” You cracked up at this.

“You’ve already had more than enough. C’mon, let’s go to the living room.” He grinned. 

“Whyyyyyy?”

Harry smiled patiently. “C’mon, y/n. We can watch a movie or something.”

“Okay. Wait - can I just have orange juice instead?”

“Of course.” He grabbed a can of juice and then walked into the living room. You followed. There were pillows and blankets on the couch, and Disney+ was set up.

“Ooou, fancy,” you laughed.

Harry crawled under the blankets. You did too. He laughed. So did you. Why were you even upset with him in the first place? You couldn’t remember. Harry grabbed the remote and turned on some show you’ve never heard of before. The Mandalorian, whatever that was. You leaned your head on Harry’s shoulder. It wasn’t even boring - why were you falling asleep? 

Harry closed his eyes - he was tired, too, but for different reasons. You listened to his breathing get slower. You held him tightly. You held him back. 

“Friends don’t hold friends that way,” you thought to yourself. “But who cares?”

You fell asleep. So did he.

You forgot about the stunt rumours. So did he.

He forgot about how his friend called him in a panic, not wanting this relationship to get ruined for him like the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that. About how he really, really liked you, but couldn’t act on it. He wanted to give you the world. Yes, he fell too quickly, too easily, but who could blame him?

And you forgot about Ella in the same panic. She didn’t want this to get ruined for you, of course, because this was your first shot, your first love (Although not that she’d know - you had to admit you had been a bit distant with her since you met Harry.) She didn’t want you to fall into the hands of the public eye. She wanted to make sure you were safe. She wasn’t sure if you should trust Harry, so of course she should be worried.

But you trusted him.

And he trusted you.

And everything is okay.

Until 3am.

A/N PT 2 - While you’re waiting for part 3 (which is definitely coming btw!) check out my other fics through this masterlist HERE!

[naptoons]

V-Day Concepts:

So happy Valentine’s Day!!! To everyone even if you don’t have one love yourself !! Treat yourself!!! Consider your friends your valentine or your animals!! You don’t need a valentine it’s not really necessary, as long as you know you have people that love you that’s all that should matter🤍

Austin:

I feel like Austin would do something very simple, he would probably take you to the beach teach you how to surf. He’d call you at a certain time knowing how you love your beauty sleep. “Hello?” you answer groggy “get ready bubs, I’m on my way” Austin explains and without your answer he hangs up, making your furrow your eyebrows in confusion, adding more to his plans. Getting dressed you slip on a t-shirt and some shorts. The weather wasn’t too cold but it wasn’t too hot either. Twenty minutes later Austin pulls up to your house, you walk out getting in the car to see the mocha haired boy smiling harder then a kid on Christmas.

“Why are we doing?” You ask with a rasp still.

“I guess you’d have to wait and see beautiful”

Arriving to the beach, there was a table set out with roses and candles, Austin smiled at how your eyes were sparkling like fireworks. He grabs your hand walking you guys to the table he pulls your chair out, then pushing you towards the table. “I can in a t-shirt and shorts to a dinner Austin!” You exclaim through the lump in your throat.

“Well, I wanted you as rare and organic as you are, no makeup with me baby” Austin smiles, you smile as he grabs your hand kissing you knuckles one by one “happy Valentine’s Day” he whispers you gasp not realizing today was Valentine’s Day. You knew it was this month but you didn’t really care for the day that much. After you guys ate y’all waited a while before getting in the water, none of you bought swimwear , literally as raw as he wanted it to be. Austin taught you to surf seeing your fear and happiness in spilt seconds.

NICK:

I feel like nick would do something kinda bigger but not so big it causes a lot of attention. I feel like he would take you out to dinner and watch a movie back at the crib on a projector. Nick was already at your house because he spent the night over helping you with your college homework. His fingers caressed your skin softly looking at the time on his phone as it showed ‘6:45 pm’ , nick taps your thighs softly trying to wake you up, when tapping you was futile he started to kiss your face softly and slowly. Your hands sliding through his hair smiling when his lips attach to yours. “How May I help you?” You ask still smiling

“by getting dressed, we’re going out tonight” Nick mumbles against your neck because you’ve pulled him in a hug.

“Hmm, but what if I wanna stay in all night?” You mumble, nick shakes his head tickling you, you let out a sharp scream almost falling off the bed. After the both of you take a shower nick said he had to pick up some stuff from the store. So you got dressed did your makeup and patiently wait for nick. As if on time he knocks on the door. Opening the door he has a bouquet of roses sitting on a top of assorted cheesecake platter along with chocolate covered strawberries. “Nick...” you whimper in admiration, nick walks in the house giving you a quick peck on your lips, and placing your gifts in the kitchen.

“The big bear I wanted to get you isn’t coming until tomorrow , blame amazon prime” nick expresses, you walk up behind him and hug him. “I love you...” you choke, nick spins around in your arms titling your head up to him “no crying!! can’t ruin a hardwork ma’s” he cleans your tears with a napkin. Nick reserved a table for y’all on a rooftop, letting you see how beautiful his hometown was at night, he loved taking you to his hometown, cause you’d be shocked at the scene everytime. Throughout the whole night he just got lost in your eyes. Occasionally picking up in the conversation until you yelled at him “nick! Are you listening?” You smile bigger than ever tonight “not really you’re just to fucking beautiful ma” his accent finally comes out, that’s when you knew he was serious. After dinner you went back to the house seeing him pull down the projector he installed in the living room, sliding in the CD. Half way into the movie, it stops showing text upon the screen, “I’ve finally found out what true love is, I realize I deserve happiness, so now there’s only one thing to do” Nick then pulls out the box in his jacket, getting on one knee, you gasp covering your mouth, your body shaking in shock.

“Will you marry me y/n?” Nick smiles “trust me I have more words to say after this” shaking your head he grabs your left hand sliding the ring on, almost falling off the couch to hug him, he kisses all over you. “God I love you” he repeats with every kiss.

EDWIN:

So with Edwin I feel he would be a little more extra than nick and Austin combined. He’d probably check off your bucket list. So on there you wanted to go ice skating, stargazing and to a sea aquarium. Not only was that on your bucket list you wanted to take a trip to universal studios. So Edwin planned all of it for you. As you were packing your bags Edwin runs in with a bouquet of your favorite flowers “good morning amor, sorry for waking you up this earlier, but it’ll be worth it I promise” he bends down to your level kissing your head softly you grab the flowers out of his hand smiling. Even though you were pretty upset at him for waking you up literally 8am you knew you couldn’t be mad at him “all done here?” He asks grabbing your hand to stand you up.

“Yep, all done” you answer, the boys woke up early to send you guys off on y’all road trip Zion being the extra one he is he advises you to wear a helmet cause Edwin drives crazy. Nick disagrees and says that’s the right way to drive. After hours of driving you made it to the hotel. Y’all rest and the next day the adventures start. He took you to the aquarium, holding your hand as you stare at the jellyfish, his smile increasing the more you gasp and rant. It’s been a while since edwin has dated someone he just wasn’t ready. He just wanted to focus on music, live his life and be happy. But you came by and just changed the moral of the story.

You wasn’t part of his plan, but now everything he ever does revolves around you, you look up at edwin who looks brain dead, just blinking slowly. “Edwin you’re spacing out again” you giggle, his smile appearing again showing off his marshmallow teeth, he pulls you in and kiss you softly. “You’re to beautiful mami, that’s why I keep spacing out” Edwin answers you. Later that night you guys went ice skating. He got on the ice holding your hand as you tried to stand on the ice. Letting out curse words with tiny screams, Edwin just laughs at your cuteness “you think this is funny? I’m going to crack my spine” you exaggerate, Edwin scrunches his nose up laughing at you harder his fingers intertwined with yours. Edwin never takes his hands off yours teaching you how to skate little by little, in that short span of time you caught on quick. The next day edwin woke you up after 11am to eat breakfast, and took you to universal studios. You saw the sign and screamed. Your back lifting off the seat and looking around.

Edwins lips curve slowly, his hands caressing your inner thigh, you turn your head back to him, smiling harder you grab his chin squeezing his cheeks in your hand you give him a soft peck, laying in his shoulder.

“I love you so much” you mumbles

“Impossible, but I love you more babygirl” Edwin says before he kisses your head.

Throughout the day y’all tried to ride everything , when with fast passes it was nearly impossible. It was time to go back to the hotel, you were exhausted from all the walking, the hot weather, but you don’t regret it at all. If you could do it all over again. You sure as hell would. Sliding the key card on the lock you twist open the door seeing the rose trail you turn around and punch edwin’s chest. “Happy Valentine’s Day baby” he whispers on your earlobe and hugs you around your waist.

ZION:

I feel like this would be y’all first Valentine’s Day, cause he really wasn’t looking for love and you had to many heartbreaks. So you caught zions eye and obviously he worked hard to have your heart in his hands. And he wasn’t planning on stopping even though he had you. So Valentine’s Day was kinda special for you, you don’t really ask for much, just and I love you text. But he said you deserve everything and more. You deserved to be treated the way he saw you. As a queen, a goddess. Zion had took you to get your nails done, your eyebrows, paid someone to do your makeup, earlier he reserved you a spa treatment. He went above and beyond for you.

You got home after Zion had you running around getting pampered, you went to the room confused by the dress covered in a transparent bag, with the tag on it and everything. A box of Louis Vuitton sitting on the floor, a note was attached to the dress picking it up you read the more Zion left you “get dressed mamas, we’re going out tonight, you thought I would stop spoiling you after I finally got you?” Smiling you shake your head you unzip the transparent cover revealing the beautiful black glitter short dress, you open the box seeing a sliver strap heel. Fifteen minutes later, Zion knocks on your door, dressed in all black to match with you, he offers you to grab his hand. And you see a whole horse and a carriage.

“No way Zion...” you whimper, Zion slides your hand in between his. “Yep, this ain’t a dream mamas” he proudly smiles. Helping you get into the carriage you cross one leg over the other while his hands were on your knee caressing it with his thumb. “You look beautiful” Zion compliments you.

“Of course i do, you picked it all” you laugh

“Nah, it picked you, anything looks good on your fine ass” Zion eases you up and down. You guys went to an art museum that recently just opened, he remembered how excited you were about going to that museum so he figured today was the day that he could take you and so presently they also had a indoor dinner lounge on the backside of the art museum so he also reserve that for the both of you walking around and admiring the art wow Zion is admiring you he figured it was time to give you a promise ring that he has bought for a while but hesitated because he was scared he would overwhelm you.

“Hey mamas?” Zion says has he fidgets with the box in his jeans pocket you turn around smiling as he grabs your left hand caressing it softly with his thumb “ so you know how I promise that I would do everything in my power to keep you and to love you, now I’m promising to never leave you and to forever make you happy no matter what happens to us or no matter where I go even when I’m on tour I promise to always be there for you and to always be the shoulder you need” he pulls out the ring and slides it on your finger. “ I promise that one day when the time is right I will be your husband”

You throw your arms around his neck crying on his shoulders, “aw mamas you’re so fucking beautiful”

Afterwards you guys at dinner and sat in his car watching the stars.

BRANDON:

you guys were at the prettymuch house in his room. You just woke up twenty minutes ago. Brandon busted in the room with an assortment of paints and canvases. “We’re painting!” Brandon yells “I see that baby” you giggle, getting out the bed you pull down Brandon’s hoodie and sit on the carpet, he hands you a canvas and a bottle of water. After three hours. Y’all were both covered in paint from the neck down, laying on your back playing with his fingers. You turn to look at him on the corner of your eyes. “So what did you paint bubs?” You asked smiling.

“You’ll see in a minute but first..” he pulls out a bandana and covers my eyes “grab my hand” Brandon mumbles, while this is going on Zion takes the painting and goes to the backyard, he sits you down on the chair in the backyard throwing a blanket around your shoulders because it was kinda chilly. “Brandon?” You whisper “yeah baby I’m here” Brandon answers “are you ready to see the painting?” He nervously asks. “Yeah” you answer once you open your eyes you see a painting of you and Brandon , with the words ‘will you marry me?’ Brandon is down on his knees smiling at the tears flowing down your cheeks. “You mena everything and more to me, and to make you my fiancé would just be a fucking goal to me, falling in love with you is just as important to me as music, you’re my dream baby, so will you marry me?” You nod your head hearing his members scream and whistle as he slides the ring on your finger.

Afterwards you guys cuddled in a tent watching a movie on the projector, he begins to play with your fingers. “Hm I love you” you whisper then kiss his knuckles softly “I love you more” he tilts your head up to kiss him, smiling in between his kisses. “Happy Valentine’s Day Babylove”

[tomahawk-swing]

Calloused Hands

Maha looked up at the clock. Already 11am, and Dingo still hadn't come downstairs for breakfast. Maha wasn't too worried, as Dingo wasn't working that day. Right. Today is the 15th, Maha recalled. Dingo had asked him for a day off.

Dingo left early, when the air was still fresh. A suffocating heat wave had struck Japan for several days in a row, forcing those who could afford it to stay inside, locked up with their precious AC. Dingo had chosen another strategy that day.

He gathered a few water bottles, several bento boxes and snacks in a backpack, and headed outside the city with the first bus he could catch. It wasn't a long ride to the outskirts, and Dingo wanted to climb as far up in the mountains as he could before the heat became overwhelming.

He reached a great vantage point after a good hour, and stopped on a bench for a drink. A whole half-bottle later, and Dingo reached for his PET to check the time. Already 11am.

"You should at least have left Maha a note." Tomahawkman pointed out, a hint reproachful.

"It's my day off. I do what I want." Dingo retorted. He splashed some water on his face, cursing the heavy heat, and the sweat that rolled down his face. He was on the other side of the planet, but the weather was still the same as that day …

Dingo pocketed his PET again, and headed back on his silent walk, straying away from the paths. He listened to a few songs, but even his ears seemed to sweat from wearing headphones. He didn't meet many travelers on his way, much to his pleasure - such was the point of avoiding the roads. Tourists rarely wandered off, and Dingo wasn't afraid of insects or wild animals. The heat didn't only affect humans, and even the forest's silence felt oppressive. The birds barely chirped, no wind was ruffling the foliage above his head.

Dingo stopped again by noon, this time for a proper meal. He considered sending Maha an email, but even in the world's most technologically advanced country, there were still places where his PET couldn't connect.

His meal devoured, Dingo allowed himself a good nap up in a sturdy tree. He wasn't used to waking up so early on off days, and had taken the habit to nap through the hottest hours of the day. The forest offered a little relief from the insane temperatures, compared to the city's burning streets, but Dingo still needed a break. He had neglected his physical shape over his few weeks of vacation, and it was starting to show.

When he woke up, the heat had reached and passed its highest point. It was still early in the evening, but Dingo felt silly for wasting so much time. He soon realized that this was exactly how he'd intended to spend the day, and tried to be a little more easy on himself. Work, homework, friends, they could all wait until the next day.

Dingo jumped down from his branch, and walked to the final destination of his little trip. He knew the perfect spot to watch the sunset from - the perfect tree, perched on top of a hill, with a breathtaking view on the valleys on both sides. It didn't take him too long to reach that spot, and he was able to devour his dinner long before the sky took on faitn orange hues.

Once more, Dingo made his way up the tree, his backpack cleverly balanced behind his back, his every motion firm and cautious. He acted out of pure instinct, his muscles following his brain's unconscious impulses as he reached for each upper branch, and heaved himself up with a calculated balance of strength. Dingo climbed until the branches could barely just handle his weight, and sat down with his back against the trunk.

His hands were a little sore. Dingo looked down at his palms, slightly reddened by all the effort. It was no big deal, compared to the numerous cuts and scars that covered his hands. They hardly looked like a teenager's hands, their palms calloused and rough, hardened by years of carving wood, climbing up trees, gardening, fighting …

These hands held all of his most precious memories. Dingo finally let these memories pour back in, break through the wall that he so carefully kept standing all year round, until the middle of August came again. That day, he allowed himself to be weak. He let the tears break through the dam, come rolling down his cheeks, mingling with the sweat and dust he had gathered from his long walk.

He wished his father could have seen his hands, and all the history they now carried. He wished his father could try his curry, he wished his father could see the level of detail Dingo could put into his wood carvings, he wished his father could see him go to the gym regularly, and punch bags until all feeling left his knuckles. 

He wished his mother could see the stains of ink on his fingers, the dark trail left on the side of his hand by the pencil on his work sheets. He wished his mother could hear him play his dad's harmonica late into the night, when the heat offered the city a short moment of relief.

His parents were nothing more than memories now. Their faces were carved into these palms as well, these palms where tears came crashing down, tears that stung Dingo's eyes, made his throat tighten. Every year passed, but the pain he embraced on that fateful day never decreased.

Dingo knew that Tomahawkman could hear him, but he also knew that the Navi wouldn't say anything. Dingo had run away from the city to avoid running into someone he knew, but he wouldn't even let Maha try to comfort him. There was nothing that could be said, nothing that could be done to lift the pain from his heart. Nothing would bring his parents back.

The sun made its way past the horizon, coloring the skies in bright pink and orange hues. There wasn't a cloud to be seen ; the next day was going to be hot as well.

Dingo made his way out of the forest, and caught the last bus just in time. He didn't exchange a word with his Navi on the way back, but he wasn't surprised to see the light still on at MaHa Ichiban, once he reached the shop's small alley. Surely, Tomahawkman had kept Maha updated on the situation.

Maha was "busy" with some cleaning, but Dingo wasn't fooled. Maha must have been waiting all this time for Dingo to come back, if only to provide a human presence. Neither Maha nor Dingo were good at emotional exchanges, and Dingo rarely sought this kind of support from the man who was, in a way, his father figure.

"Did you have a nice walk ?" Maha asked, as he set down a plate of warm curry in front of Dingo.

"Yeah. 'Twas better than staying here." Dingo replied. He didn't mind the small talk, and he certainly didn't mind eating a whole plate of curry, even at this late hour.

Once the curry was history, Dingo went to clean the plate and spoon by himself. He gave a quick look around to inspect the kitchen, and was only satisfied when he didn't spot any stains.

"Do you need anything else ?" Maha asked. The question sounded like a formality, but the long gaze Maha gave the boy was eloquent. Maha was offering Dingo his support, though he already knew the boy's answer.

"I'm fine." Dingo replied, with a nod in thanks to Maha's gaze.

Tomorrow would be a different day. Maybe, some other year, he would finally accept to share this day with someone else. He would let someone see him at his weakest, let someone try to bandage the wound that reopened every August 15th.

Maybe, someday, the wound would stop bleeding. Until then, Dingo planned to keep his hand pressed on it, releasing the pressure only once a year, letting the tears try and wash away the pain … but there are painful memories that should never be washed away.

[pigletxpoohbear]

That’s fantastic

Warnings: Angsty, mentions of abandonment, yelling, and cussing

Hank McCoy x reader

You and Hank McCoy were inseparable ever since grade school. You two were so attached because you were the only person that accepted him and his mutation. You thought it was the coolest thing out there and you didn’t really find it odd, but found it useful. Not for yourself, but for Hank. He was able to open doors when he had his hands full. Run exceptionally fast. But he tried to keep it hidden as much as possible and you kept it that way. It just helped that you were both considered geniuses and graduated school early together. Then he got offered the opportunity to work for the government, but he said he would only if you come with him and after looking at your surprising record and seeing that the two of you worked well together and both were geniuses they said yes even though they frowned upon the fact you were female, but the more the better they figured. He never said anything about his mutation and so you didn’t say anything about it either. You also never mentioned to anyone that you had a mutation in the first place, but that changed when they hired a group of mutants and brought them to you and Hank’s lab one day.

“Hank. Y/N. Come over here for a second.” You immediately followed orders and stood next to Hank were Director McCone asked you to so he could introduce the two of you. “This is Dr. Hank McCoy and his assistant Y/F/N Y/L/N. Hank, Y/N. This is Professor Charles Xavier and his associate Erik Lehnsherr.” The biggest grin appeared on Charles’ face and you knew exactly why and yelled in your mind he doesn’t know about Hank, but before he could say your name too he already had uttered the words. “I didn’t you had one of us already working with you.” Then he felt guilty and Hank almost exposed himself, but you came to save the day. “Yeah. It’s easy to hide. It’s best if we don’t talk about it it’s kinda embarrassing” Then your boss wanted a demonstration cause of course he did. When didn’t he want something new demonstrated. So you showed off what you could do some not so useful things and some very useful things. You could play radio stations from years into the future not very many seemed interesting quite honestly since they constantly played the same songs over and over again. But you also were able to alter gravity and multiply which is why things seemed to get done much faster when Hank wasn’t around because there were like five of working at once. Being that you and Hank shared an apartment you already knew he was gonna have a long conversation with you.

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Of course the moment you got through the door Hank threw his coat on the chair in the living room along with his briefcase and immediately started the conversation. “How could you not tell me about something like this? I was so open with you about my mutation only to find out because someone almost outed me that you have a mutation too. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

You sat there and listened to him.

You didn’t tell him cause your mutation was beyond freakish. You were so afraid that he’d leave you all alone and never come back just like your family had. Hank was able to hide his mutation not from his parents, but they just thought it was something that happened and probably had to some other child and then being told from a doctor “oh yeah this happens not very often, but it does all over the world.” But you being able to make rifts to different dimensions, years, and places. Multiplying and becoming one again. Alter gravity at will. Why WOULD you tell him something like that. You knew he was your friend, but that. All that, if it made your own parents leave you why wouldn’t someone that’s just your friend leave you too? You hadn’t even realized that while thinking all of this you had been crying. Just uncontrollable, continuous sobbing. “Cause I didn’t want you to leave me Hank.” That answer didn’t sit well with him. At all.

“Leave you? Y/N, I have ape feet do you understand that. I can hang from the ceiling using my feet cause they’re basically another set of hands. Do you understand how uncomfortable and annoying wearing shoes and or socks are? Oh yeah, you do cause I told you at least a million times over the past I don’t know what 10+ years we’ve known each other. You should’ve known I wouldn’t leave you cause I cared enough to sacrifice if I worked for the government or not for you. You should’ve known that when I’d open the door for you with my feet when we both had our hands full as kids. You should’ve known I wouldn’t leave you after I asked you to stay with me. Most of the things I do are for you Y/W/N. And I’m beyond hurt that you’d think that I’d leave over something like a mutation. Especially a mutation that’s fantastic. Because every single last thing about you is fantastic. And I’ve always thought that.”

You couldn’t remember when Hank started crying. You also couldn’t remember where he told you he was going after he walked out the door and slammed it behind him.

I need a drink. You thought to yourself, you had just remembered that in the middle of flirting with you that guy invited you to a “greeting party” as he called it, you thought his name was Alex, but the last name couldn’t come to you either way it was a party and you were invited. Why not?

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When you got to the common room everyone was there. Including Hank, but Alex made his way to you first with a beer in one hand and wine along with a wine glass in the other. “What can I get the lovely lady?” “Both please.” “Daring we are tonight. One beer and one glass of wine coming right up.” You caught Hank look at you and roll his eyes at you and Alex’s flirtatious comments towards you. Then when almost everyone was wasted enough the lot of you started playing games. You were doing horribly since you all were horrifically drunk, but that’s what your goal was tonight. Well to get drunk enough to not think about the events that took place earlier which if you were getting graded you’d have an A+ at this point. You’d remember what happened tonight cause that’s how your mutation usually worked. You’ll also remember later that Hank is barely tipsy if drunk at all and is having the time of his life watching all of you being completely uncoordinated. Then the idea of truth or dare got thrown around and everyone was more than happy to play. Whoever was drunkest went first. Which unfortunately was you. And you were questioned by none other than Hank.

“Truth or dare Y/N.” You barely hesitated and practically yelled, “truth. I swear to tell the whole truth and nothing, but the truth your honor.” you then went into a fit of giggles. “Why didn’t you tell me about your mutation?” Then you laughed even harder which made Hank a little madder than he was earlier, but he waited and listened. “My parents abandoned me after I showed them what I could do and I couldn’t lose you too HenHen. I love you way too much to let you leave my life. I’ve loved you since high school. I couldn’t risk the only person that loved me to leave me. I loved you too much to tell you.” Hank was so focused on looking at the floor and processing what you said that he hadn’t realized that you were drunkenly swaying towards him until you plopped down on his lap and kissed him. He realized what you said earlier made sense now. He didn’t know your parents left you, but if your parents left you he understood why you thought he would too. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell me your parents left?” “If I told you they left I’d inevitably have to tell you about my powers Henry. Sorry I mean Hanky.” You bursted into a fit of giggles again and Hank took it upon himself to take you back to the apartment. When you got there Hank put your pajamas on like he would when you were too tired from working really hard and laid you on the bed and left an aspirin and a glass of water next to the bed.

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When you woke up you just laid in bed after taking the aspirin and drinking the water next to you. It was almost 11am and you were wondering why Hank was taking time to make you breakfast when he should’ve been working. Hell you should’ve been working right now, but you’re not either so whatever. You were gonna try and grab some juice out the fridge and run out the kitchen without being noticed or be noticed at a minimum by Hank and what happened at the party last night would come to you in time, but right now your pretty sure you and Hank are not on the best of terms. You ran to the fridge and Hank noticed before you could run away he wrapped an arm around you and gave you a light kiss. “Good morning beautiful.” You were extremely confused being that the last thing you remembered from last night was Hank slamming the door behind him what could possibly have put him in such a stellar mood? You gave him a small smile before unwrapping yourself from his grasp and rushing back to your room.

What the hell was that? I thought that we wouldn’t be good for a long while?

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After you recalled from what happened at the party you realized why he was treating you so lovingly was because you admitted to him that you loved him. You may have drunkenly confessed it, but he still accepted it and wasn’t mad at you after everything that happened yesterday. “Hey Hank, can you come here for a second.” “Sure I’ll bring breakfast with me since it’s done.” When Hank got in the room he sat down and he smiled a huge grin. “So are we gonna talk about last night?” Hank looked at you for a moment and sighed. “Y/N/N. You told me what happened with your family and everything and I understand why you didn’t tell me about your mutation and I’m sorry I got angry. I should’ve tried to be more understanding, but instead I realized I did exactly what you were afraid of without even realizing it. I found out about them, we argued about it, and then I left out of anger. I proved that what you were afraid of made complete and total sense cause either way I did it. You didn’t have to tell me about your mutation and I should’ve respected your wishes instead of getting angry like you respected mine. I asked you to keep my mutation a secret and you did it without fail for 10+ years.” You were glad that he was okay with the mutation stuff, but you were more hesitant about asking about how you told your best friend that he’s been the love of your life since high school. “Hank. I accept your apology, but that wasn’t really what I was talking about. I’m talking about how i confessed that I’ve loved you since high school. How do you feel about that?” Hank looked at his plate and chuckled a little bit. “I kiss you when you came into the kitchen because I revealed that I loved you too last night that whole ‘confession’ thing was about how I wanted to be with you for a long time. Forever hopefully. Cause everything I said I meant. I truly have always thought you were fantastic and your mutation just proves it further quite frankly. I loved normal non mutant Y/N/N and I love normal mutant Y/N/N just as much.” With that he planted a kiss on your nose and you continued to eat your breakfast together in peace.

At least until Charles makes it down the hallway with his crazy idea on how to amplify Banshee’s yell cause we want to do that for some reason.

[yourworldmyworldourworld-blog1]

Argentina - land of wine, of meat and of tango.

ARGENTINA - Land of wine, of meat, of tango

Day 1. (15/11). It took us half a day to cross the border between Chile and Argentina. Crossed the border and it was pretty fast. I then got into the bus terminal at Calafate, which I will warn you is a bit of a walk away from the city centre (about a 30 min walk). What you have to do to cross the terminal to the taxi side, cross the car park and stay on the road on your left all the way. You will cross a crossroads twice and eventually go downhill and arrive at a T junction. There you turn right and follow the road, cross a canal bridge and you will pretty much be on the Main Street. I would say the walk is safe during the day and fairy easy as its all downhill towars town. The hostal I stayed at was three parallel roads from the Main Street. Try and stay around there. At the hostal book a bus to Perito Moreno (800arg bus ride only; the entrance ticket price is not included) with Caltur.  Try to book the day before as in that case the company picks you up at the hostal unlike if you book on the day where you will have to show up at the bus terminal. I then headed out to the market which is on the main road but further out and headed to a butchery before the market on the same road called El Turco.The meat there is of great quality and cheaper than in the market. I advise you get the Bife de Chorizo cut.

Perito Moreno route options, you can do the whole thing in couple of hours

Day 2. (16.11). We were picked up around 8am ish and it took us 1.5hrs to get to Perito Moreno. You are dropped off at the car park but before you stop to pay the entrance to the park which you can pay by card or cash. Cash is faster. Once you get there you walk around in these platforms. There area few routes: black, blue, yellow and green. We did the blue, yellow then red. The green is through the forest so you can't see the glacier so we skipped it. The bus picks you up at 15:45. We took food into the walk so you can eat and enjoy the scenery on the benches dotted around. We were back for 5pm. Then I bought tickets for a day in Chalten (1,600 and 3hr drive). If I had more time I would have stayed around 3 days to a week in Chalten.

Perito Moreno

Day 3. (17/11). The bus to Chalten got there at 11am and got to the start of the Fitz Roy trek for 11:30am. Be warned that with only one day there (arriving at 11am and leaving at 6pm you can either do the loop that I did and see a bit of each trek or commit to a full trek). From 11:30am-1:10pm I managed to do the first third of the trek where I stopped to look at Fitz Roy for 10 minutes. At the cross section at the top for the second third of the tweak where I went left down towards Laguna Madre y Hija, I arrived at the bottom at 2:20pm. The way was mainly downhill. By 3:30pm I was on the end of the walk/sendero and got to Chalten town in another 10 minutes and before 4pm I was back at the bus station. This meant that I had to wait around 1.5hrs for the bus. This trek was estimated at 6hrs but I did it in 4hrs at a fast pace. As it was mainly downhill allowed for a quicker pace. I estimated 1.5 hours for each third of the trek. I would advise you did the same to give yourself enough time. Below is a picture of the route map...

The actual walk is super beautiful...

Fitz Roy, Chalten

Day 4. (18.11). On this day I woke up and took a transfer to the airport which I booked at the hostal. I paid the driver after the ride. Bag drop off in 19 mins so no need to arrive too early. The flight took 2.5hrs. As I landed I connected to the airport Wi-fi and ordered an Uber. Be warned that the Ubers cannot come into the pick up area of the airport so keep an eye out on the street for your Uber. As I arrived at the end of the afternoon at Benita Hostal I bought some food at the nearby shops, a nice bottle of wine and had a chilled evening. When booking your hostal look to stay in Palermo area. It’s safe and close to a lot of stuff.

Floralis at the United Nations Plaza

Day 5. (19.11) I headed out early to see the street art in Calle Serrano. Then in the pm I headed to Buenos Aires' Recoleta area. First I saw the the Floralis at the United Nations Plaza that works with solar energy and it opens and closes depending on the time of the day. It’s a very slow movement so you won't really see it happening. Followed by the Facultad de Derecho and the Centro Cultural and an exhibition on film and Freud. We saw also some music open air on the green near the bellas artes museum and cultural centre and walked around the market stalls. Then back and to Rapa Nui for ice cream. Yum.

Centro Cultural, Recoletta, Buenos Aires

Day 6. (20.11). Visiting Buenos Aires city center highlights. La Liberia El Atendo Grand Splendid  formerly a theatre; Palacio de Aguas Corrientes; the National Congress of Argentina; Casa Rosada former presidential house built in 1873; Puente de La Mujer designed to look like tango dancers; Plaza Dorrego in Monserrat and the San Telmo market up to the Kavanagh building being the tallest in Argentina in its time and lastly the Colon theatre and the Obelisk. From where I was based made sense. A bit of a zigzag but it worked. About 7 hours walk.

The Kavanagh building

Day 7. (21.11). Woke up went to get a subte card which costs 65 arg plus 35 arg charge. You can either get one by an underground station or, as in my case, right in front of the hostal there was a shop that sold it; just ask at reception. I then headed back to the corner of my hostel and got the 29 bus towards Boca (make sure it says Boca at the front as there are two 29s). Around 45 mins later I was getting off at Caminitos. Just keep an eye on mapsme or your offline Google to know when to get off or ask the driver. Caminitos is a small street and the Boca stadium in only a 2 min walk north. Maybe consider a tour which will last you around 3 hours I reckon. Just walk around and enjoy some free tango, lots of souvenir shops and awesome picture spots. From there we walked north to San Telmo for a photo with Matilda on her bench at Chile with Defensa street. From there to the CCK (a cultural centre by the Casa Rosada) then back home on the green tube line for an easy night.

BOCA stadium

Day 8. (22.11). Woke up and the weather wasn't too great but headed north past Bulnes to do a park route. Past the Las Heras Park then to the Botanical Park. Then north past eco Park and then across to the Paseo El Rosedal - this stunning rose park! Then back towards the planetarium, past the Japanese garden and then the floralis cultural centre and back. Short pit stop at the Buffala Heladeria - yum! Spent most afternoon chilling and packing as wel as buying last minute things.

Day 9. (23.11). Wake up at 6:30am and left the hostal at 8am and made it to the airport for 8:30am. I checked in and dropped bags off. The duty free section of the AEP airport is tiny and no Havana inside so buy outside or better yet in the city as it's cheaper. Flight on time, 2.5 hours I was in Brasil.

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ARGENTINA CRIBSHEET

Hostals:

Calafate: Hostel Cambalache (its clean and the guys there super attentive, not the biggest but I liked it. You also get a discount on the restaurant next door).

Buenos Aires: Benita Hostal (or anywhere in Palermo really)

Restaurants:

Ice cream: Rapa Nui; Buffala Heladeria

Cafeterias: Cafe Tortoni; Florida Garden Cafe.

Things to do:

Calafate: Perito Moreno

Chalten: various walks

Buenos Aires: Recolletta area; Palermo; Liberia El Atendo Grand Splendid  formerly a theatre; Palacio de Aguas Corrientes; the National Congress of Argentina; Casa Rosada former presidential house built in 1873; Puente de La Mujer designed to look like tango dancers; Plaza Dorrego in Monserrat and the San Telmo market (and Matilda bench); Kavanagh building; Caminitos/ BOCA stadium.

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[remembermemorablememories]

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

post #379

main points:

- breakfast muffin 

- binge another few episodes of the punisher + sandwich for lunch

- asia trip planning with dimitri

- dinner with chris eric and mylinh

- finish season 2 of the punisher

- hang out with sheena

today i:

- woke up at 10:30am and snoozed a bit until 11am again. the construction guy wasn’t here today cause we haven’t gotten the countertops in yet, still waiting on the other company to do that. mom was working from home though

- i went downstairs and ate the last banana nut muffin + some milk. i finished half of it and then wanted something salty. so i made a sandwich. just a plain old whole grain + ham + cheese. LOL. our toaster and microwave are still functioning while there’s renovations so that’s all i could really make. i didn’t wanna wash the dishes too if i used cooking utensils. so i just kept it simple. ate it with another bag of chips

watched 3 episodes of the punisher from S2E9 to S2E12. i was engrossed in the series it was reaaaaaally good. i feel like there were some plot holes though. or kind of felt like it. but it definitely kept up the action as well/was still entertaining. also i finished the second half of the muffin at some point as my mini dessert

- around 4:30pm dimitri messaged me asking if i wanted to do planning now instead of tomorrow. cause we were gonna call tonight but then i had dinner plans so i couldn’t so i pushed it back to tomorrow. but he got off work early so i was like sure why not, i’m not really doing much anyway :p 

- we planned out all of the lodging for shanghai, HK and thailand. all that’s left is beijing and we should be set. we looked roughly into what we might wanna do in HK and thailand, but were more so focused on getting housing. but since housing kind of goes hand in hand with lodging, it also made sense to at least consider it. we were on facetime for maybe two hours until like 7pm. we also just kind of chatted a bit about smash and personal finance. dad gave me the chase debit card that came in

- at 7pm i had a small bowel movement (second one of the day) and then went to a wings place where they have specials. i met up with eric chris and mylinh. they had gotten there earlier, picking chris up at the train station and anticipating a line wait. but they got seated right away. we were supposed to meet up at 7:30 there but they were already there at 7:15. so i rushed over and got there at like 7:35pm. i hadn’t seen eric or mylinh in like a year which is wild. we all caught up a bit about what we’re up to / working / school / career stuff. then we talked about CSGO and fortnite. and smash 4 and melee, zero, leffen armada. a bit about the superbowl coming up. eric talked about the controversial pass interference call in one of the championship games. we all shared some tater tots and then got two orders of fries and shared those. everyone got 10 wings. i got bbq and finished them all. and most of the fries. omg i was bloated. jesus. it was my second time ever there. the first time was last year when i met up with mylinh and eric :p 

- we left around 9pm and i got back around 9:30pm. i came back and finished the final episode of the punisher :O S2E13. that was a really interesting ending... almost kind of anti climactic... although i don’t really know what i was expecting, maybe a flashier bigger battle...? oh well, still a really good TV show

- went to check in on sheena and she seemed a bit upset :/ i talked with her a bit and then got the giggles and couldn’t stop laughing which got her laughing a bit :p but she also wanted to be left alone so that she could let out her emotions. i didn’t want her to be sad/cry so i kept staying with her in her room. she said i was like baymax from big hero 6. then eventually she left and walked downstairs and i followed her. and then we hung out downstairs for a while, me bothering her and her just wanting to be alone... :s and then we went back upstairs. i told her i’d leave her alone and take a shower so she stayed in her room and i showered for 20 minutes. then i went to check in on her and she seemed better / started to work on her two essays

- i chilled with her from 12:30am-1:28am and i’m about to go to sleep. i was catching up on yesterday and today’s blog posts. whew so tired. gonna wake up tomorrow at 8:30am to hop on a call with walter

also health update. i tried to apply the hydrocortisone deeper by using a laying down position and it just might’ve worked... cause i’ve been having maybe 2 or 3 loose watery stool tonight after i got back from wings dinner... maybe it’s inflammation of the rectal area because of the medicine? or maybe it’s just cause the tip of the applicator wasn’t properly cleaned... who knows. i guess we’ll see

okay i’mma go to sleep GOOD NIGHT

the end

[ebiyoru]

22-0822

 it’s my nephew’s 1st birthday. and it’s also my 1st day at my new job in my former company. (we’ll get to that later)

i honestly have been better at waking up early these past few days. idk how i did it but my body kinda adjusted on itself before there is a need for me to forcefully get my body off the bed.

i woke up at around 7 am and leisurely took my time getting prepped up. and what i meant by that is laying on my bed for 2 more hours scrolling through various social media.

i was taking my time, with minor things like what i should wear and what kind of transpo should i use, etc etc at the back of my head, when i ran down the things i need to do before going to the office. it was nearing 9 am when i realized if i don’t get going by this minute, i will be late at my first day.

and so i rushed my shower time, left a big mess of clothes trying out a lot of outfits, prepared my bag and the clothes i need for when i stay in my sisters’ house for the night, etc etc. i managed to get out of the house a little earlier than 11am which gives me a lot of time to fuck up a few things in my transpo before getting in trouble.

i took the more affordable option to ride. i got to the mall near my office with an hour to spare. i took care of important business first: my effed up hair. i cut my hair in a poor attempt to replicate the hime style but ended up with a mistake. i bought some hair clips to hide most of it and look, at the very least, presentable. i also bought band-aids for my foot sores which were caused by my new platform shoes (cries). knowing me, ofc i had to go back and forth the shop i bought it from bc i kept on forgetting a few things i need. and this ended up wasting 40 mins of my time.

i literally ran towards the entrance to my office building and because i had to present some ID, i was getting a little bit anxious. i don’t want to be late on my first day, for goodness’ sake. although all things considered, i did arrive 3 mins earlier than the given time. 

i entered the corporate floor, which i’ve been to countless times now, and went ahead and took my ID and ID lace for building access. i joined the other new hires in the cafeteria i know so well, and we waited for just a few minutes given that i arrived pretty much on time. 

we did the usual floor tour. the hr showed us the way to the clinic, cafeteria, IT, how to operate amenities in the building, etc etc. we went to the 10th flr which is where i was assigned when i was still with them 8 months back. i know all these halls, all these carpets, this atmosphere. i know it all too well. i immediately saw my supervisor even when we were still in the elevator halls. i didn’t know if they noticed me (he and my other supervisor are the only ones who knows im back). my head was down the whole time i passed by our section. we stayed for a short while. there are some things that changed last time i worked in the office but i saw it all before i left. 

we then headed to 16th flr. i’ve been here several times whenever i wanted to hang out in the recreational room. it brought back a lot of memories and i would be lying if i said it didn’t tug a few strings in my heart. some of the new hires asked a few questions (i did, too) and then we were headed back to 12th.

we were then given this big, white box (with my company’s name written on the top) full of goodies (mainly snacks, a tumbler, a blanket, a notebook with a pen, and a welcome message to us new hires.) we did NOT have this back when i first got hired with them. it’s a pretty neat gift, though.

we then proceeded to get our laptops and have our accounts setup with it. it’s pretty fast after the initial ‘microsoft welcome message’ long wait. i kinda made some acquaintances with the people in my table. i’m sharing it with 3 more ladies, one of which is in the same business unit as i am. and the other, as i was later informed, was also a re-hire. 

we then setup our login credentials to the printer. it allows us to access any printer in the whole building proper with a tap of our ID. again, not a thing when i was still there. i like all these new things and smooth process. it shows a tremendous improvement. 

after that, i was told thru text msg that i need to inform my manager once im done with the process. i was having a hard time sending a msg (i even paid a chunk of my p*stpaid bill with my limited money ;u;) so i waited for a while. once i did, though, i was able to get in touch with my manager.

shortly after that, i got a msg from my former colleague in my former job role (who still applied to emerson and got accepted into a vague “IT job” he wanted) telling me he’s the one assisting me with my onboarding............

im.........pretty much.......a little bit.......shocked.

although after that, we chatted like normal and he added me to our team’s gc. we were waiting for the setup from the other credentials i need but i needed to go home by that time (i stayed for an hour or so more after the given time for us that day). 

after that, with my sore feet and 2 more things on my inventory, i rushed to my sister and brother who are waiting for me at the terminal. we are going to sleep at my sister’s place bc it’s my nephew’s 1st bday. it was raining pretty heavily on the way there but we arrived at around 8pm. 

we ate dinner (which is so good), took  a shower and called it a day.

[linoholic]

Coffee and Cats

Requested: Thank you so much for doing my request! The Hanse one! It's great and I enjoy it! I hope more people will request more victon scenarios because they need more appreciation on fanfic or scenarios form :) Oh if you're not busy, can you make the sequel of that scenario? Only if you're not busy and gladly do it tho. Thank you so much dear!

Pairing: Victon’s Do Hanse x Reader

Yay for creative titles!

Read the prequel to this here

After you and Hanse had revealed your feelings for each other, everything went back to normal. Well, excluding the giddy smiles on your faces and the abundant teasing from the other boys anyway. The rest of the day passed by quicker than you wanted it to and before you knew it, it was time for you to head home. That night you hardly got any sleep. You and Hanse were constantly texting back and forth. It was only when it turned half one in the morning that you forced the rapper to get some sleep.

The next day, you woke up bright and early; dedicating more time than you usually would to your morning routine. While texting each other the previous night you and Hanse had decided on having a brunch date the next morning. You still couldn’t believe that you could say that. You were going on a date with Hanse. Hanse had asked you on a date. The Do Hanse, your crush, liked you back. You still had trouble believing it had happened; having thought it was all a (very good) dream until you looked at your phone to see a text from the very boy.

Good morning (: Hope you slept well. I’ll see you at 11 x -Hanse

You couldn’t help but let out a little squeal at the cute text, before sending one back.

I slept very well thank you :3 I can’t wait xx -(y/n)

You hesitated before pressing send. Was two kisses too much when you hadn’t even gone on one date? Well, either way it was too late to change your mind so you shook off the little concern before finishing getting ready.

A couple of hours passed and pretty soon it was 10.45 and there was a knock on your door. Thankfully all of your family was already out of the house so you didn’t have to worry about being interrogated by anyone already. Straightening up your clothes, you get up, putting your phone in your pocket and head to answer the door. Upon opening you see Hanse there with an excited but nervous smile on his face. In his hands is a small bouquet of your favourite colour flowers and you can’t help but blush at the romantic gesture.

“You didn’t have to get me flowers!,” you say to him while motioning for him to enter your home to wait while you find a vase for the flowers.

“Seungwoo said it would be a good idea. Do you not like them? I can get you some other ones, or something else completely if you want.” You chuckle at his nervous rambling, not used to seeing the cute rapper act like this.

“They’re absolutely perfect, don’t worry. Thank you,” you reply taking the bouquet from him, causing a relieved look to form on his face. You slip your shoes on before continuing, “Shall we head out then?” and walking out, making sure to lock the door behind you.

On the walk to the small cafe you were headed too you both simply walk side by side before one of you takes the initiative, neither of you really sure who, and links your fingers together. Neither of you really acknowledge it, instead you simply carry on with content smiles and red cheeks

It is exactly 11am when you arrive at the cafe. It is a quaint place, tucked in between a music shop and a little boutique, but it is very charming and colourful. The atmosphere inside is somehow calm and energetic at the same time, especially considering it is still before noon. It isn’t very busy inside and you and Hanse have ordered your drinks and a couple of pastries in no time at all. Finding a small table in a back corner you two sit and talk a little before the male goes up to get your orders.

Considering you two knew each other before hand, conversation flows easily because you don’t have to go through the awkward small talk and usual, but boring questions that always happen on first dates. Instead you talk about things both deep and existential, and the most stupid things ever like if turtles wore clothes would they wear them under or over their shells? (Both of you have differing opinions and neither of you will admit to spending 10 minutes having a full on debate about it)

As you finish your drinks and food, you both order another drink to go before heading into the music store next door, where Hanse insists on showing some of his favourite artists which you have never heard or nor listened to. You don’t last long in there before you are kicked out of the store, both laughing to the extent that tears are falling down your cheeks. Apparently, rap battles by the display of Beyonce albums isn’t permitted. Both you and Hanse agree to never tell anyone that you got banned from a shop, pinky promising that it will be a secret you both keep to your graves.

With it being a nice afternoon, the two of you decide to spend the rest of your time together just window shopping. As you head through the streets with you hands once again joined and swinging between you, you spot something that makes you squeal and run off.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Hanse shouts from behind you, seeing you crouch down in front of something. Walking up behind you, he puts a hand on your shoulder before leaning over slightly, curious at what caught your interest. What he sees has him freeze slightly before he backs up a couple of steps. Nuzzling your open palm is a small, grey cat.

Now you, caught up in the moment, seem to forget the fact that Hanse is scared of the small felines. Seeing that the cat has a collar on and is well groomed, you come to the conclusion that it isn’t a stray with any fleas or diseases so you take the chance and pick it up, the small creature complying well. You stand up with Pip (as you see she is named on her collar) and turn to face your date. Hanse, upon seeing you stand up hugging the cat, retreats a couple more step with a slightly uneasy look on his face.

You see this and realisation dawns on you, a look of understanding making it’s way over your face. Slowly walking forwards so as to not startle cat nor boy, you motion to Pip with your head.

“She’s lovely. Why don’t you come closer. You don’t have to hold her or even stroke her. Just let her sniff you,” you say to Hanse, who doesn’t move for a moment but then carefully reaches his hand towards the cat who curiously sniffs at his fingers before rubbing her head against them. Hanse quickly removes his hand but smiles slightly and you grin at him, proud of his accomplishment and lowkey happy that he put his trust in you so quickly. Putting the cat down who quickly heads away, you hold you hand up to Hanse who gives you a high five.

“That wasn’t too bad. Not that I was scared or anything.”

“Oh, I totally believe you.” you laugh and Hanse playfully flicks you before pulling you into a quick hug.

“You know, I know this is only our first date and all, but I had a really great time. So would you perhaps let me take you on another? And perhaps I could take you out as your boyfriend the next time?” he shyly mumbles into your hair.

You smile into his shoulder and hug him tighter.

“It would be an honour. I still need to convince you of the right way turtles would wear their clothes after all,” you answer, earning a snort from Hanse.

“Here I am trying to be kind of romantic and you bring that up. Although now the moment has been killed, I suppose I can tell you that you that you are covered in cat hair and are ruining my clothes with it.”

The end of your date is spent roasting each other as your make your way home, but your wouldn’t have it any other way. This first date was the best first date you have ever been on and hopefully, there will be many more to follow. Who knows how long it will take to finish the turtle wear debate after all?

That’s the end of that! I hope it’s good. I feel like Hanse is slightly ooc, and I had a hard time finding inspiration for it considering I have never actually been on a date or anything. And it is slightly shorter than I would like but I felt if I wrote any more the quality of it (which isn’t too great to begin with) would have declined.

Anyway, go support the amazing and talented Victon <3

Feel free to leave feedback and requests! xxxx

[d3ndroica]

Big Apple Part 6

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Gale 12:02am 🖕⛄️🐸   you ok?

Madge 12:04am 👣🍿🎵 Sorry. Been home awhile. All good You? Gale 12:04am yeah ok Madge 12:05am Thanks for the 🌮🌮 Next time it’s on me ;-) Gale 12:06am deal 😎 Stay warm this wkend - looks like snow sleep well princess Madge 12:08am Thanks Goodnight Madge checked the weather forecast - temperatures were dropping and snow was predicted for Saturday night, but the predicted amounts were mostly 1-2 inches. Madge flipped back to her convo with Delly. Madge 11:38pm He’s PAN Delly 11:44pm Who is what now? Madge 11:47pm PAN. Gale. The gay guy. He’s not gay. He’s pansexual. Delly 11:53pm Ooooohhhhhhh How does he lean? Did you kiss him? Madge 11:54pm No! I don’t know. He mentioned old girlfriends. Delly 11:58pm Did you ask him out? Madge 11:59pm No Delly 12:00am But he told you he was pan? Madge 12:01am He sort of mentioned it when I asked him about coming out. Delly 12:04am What did you do? Madge 12:08am Nothing. Pretended I already knew. Delly 12:11am WTF Girl Madge 12:12am I KNOW I dont know Wtf I think he thought i knew?? Delly 12:13am You text all the time Madge 12:15am I guess Delly 12:18am You flirt? So what more do you need? Madge 12:19am HEY I’m still processing ok I thought he was GAY I did let him pay though. Again. Delly 12:22am I thought you got paid this week? Madge 12:24am Yeah well Oops I guess I forgot to mention that to him ;) Now I owe him another meal Delly 12:25am I like it Madge was of the opinion that there were few good exercise options in the winter. It was too cold outside. Before she moved, she and Delly had played racquetball every week. She’d thought about joining a gym; she’d even asked both Thom and Gale if they had any gym suggestions. They weren’t very helpful, and she had put off the idea. The postdoc researcher supervising her lab work, Bea, had invited her contra dancing. She intended to go sometime, but wasn’t sure about it. And that would take money too. So for now she resorted to early morning bedroom kickboxing. It was a small enough space that she actually had to be in control of her movements and kicks or she’d run into something, usually the bed or the dresser. She used online videos. If she already knew the sequences, she’d mute the video and listen to music instead. On Sundays, if she didn’t have other things going on, she liked to change it up and try out a new video. 

Sunday morning Madge woke up to a snowstorm. The predicted 1-2 inches was already on the ground and there was no sign of the storm stopping any time soon. It was her first snow in the city and it was falling fast. She always thought of snow as quiet and serene but today the sounds from the street invaded her room. 

After watching the snow fall outside her window for awhile, she decided it was time to expend some energy. So Madge waited for the laptop to boot up and checked her feeds on her phone. Then she found a new video and did the quick workout. Afterwards she went to the kitchen to refill her water bottle. Her roommate Cressida Martinez was at their itty bitty kitchen table eating breakfast when Madge came out of her room. 

“With all that thumping around our neighbors are gonna think you’re gettin’ some nasty,” she commented playfully, making a crude pumping action with her arms. Madge laughed. “Really? It must be some pretty disappointing action if those are the only sounds I make.” Cressida smiled conspiratorially and shrugged. “Maybe they’ll just think you’re trying to be discreet.” They talked for a bit. Cressida was getting ready to go film the snow-covered city. By day Cressida worked in the city’s health and mental hygiene department (Madge was not yet sure what mental hygiene really was). Off-hours, Cressida was an aspiring filmmaker. Madge hadn’t seen any of her film work, and that was okay with her. Madge wished her luck and hopped in the shower. Madge spent awhile peeking outside and watching the snow swirl, working on the latest word puzzle book from her dad, and following the online news about how much snow was falling. She caught up on the Sunday Puzzle podcasts she’d let lapse. She was tempted to spend the whole day curled up at home with hot cocoa and a book, but Thom called (!) and essentially ordered her to meet him in Central Park. He insisted she had to get out and enjoy the snow now, while it was fresh and still falling, before everyone else trampled it first. She threw some things in her backpack (book to read on the train, gloves in case she got cold, ...) and took off, happy to see that the trains were still running.   She got off her train at 68th Street. There was a bookstore with a coffee shop right by the station, so Madge picked up a latte to take with her before walking over to the park. The sidewalks and roads were well traveled and slushy, but as she entered the park Madge looked wide-eyed around at the frosted trees. It was a stunning sight, especially since Madge had spent little time around nature since her move. The park was probably always pretty, she thought, but she hadn’t come much yet. She’d been too busy working out her new life in the city. She met Thom and some of his friends at the Balto statue. She wanted to grill him about Gale, but not with everyone else around. Rue was there, and Madge got to meet the somewhat infamous Annie & Finnick, Thom’s neighbors. Seeing them reminded her of Cressida’s joke. She had to stop herself from asking them some innocent question about their exercise routines. For awhile they waited around to see who was coming, stomping their feet in the snow and drinking various hot beverages. Some people had brought their own thermoses, others had stopped somewhere along the way like Madge. Eventually they’d tracked down everyone who they could by text and took off through the snow, heading north through the park. Madge snapped pictures on her phone and sent one to her dad with a quick message. They walked past Pilgrim Hill and saw scores of sledders careening this way and that. It felt like a completely different city. Rue found a clear spot and they made snow angels. When they stumbled on a massive snowball fight, they joined in without hesitation. Madge gave up on her gloves when they impeded snowball making. Her fingers froze, and she regretted not having better winter gear, but it was worth it. 

Even with everyone bundled up, Madge could keep track of her friends. Thom had a practically neon yellow coat on. Annie was wearing a bright pink pussy hat. Finnick was never far from her. Rue was a little harder to find, but even she was recognizable when you spotted the blue boots and white coat. At one point she saw Thom on the sidelines. She snuck up on him and crushed two snowballs onto his beanie hat. Laughing, she watched him curse and reach up to brush the snow off.  After he had shaken off most of it, he grabbed as much snow as he could and attacked her, which landed them both in the snow laughing. Later he griped that he’d been looking for her before she had ambushed him. Madge realized her snow clothes were all black just like half the crowd. She made a mental note to wear something more distinctive next time. Eventually the group split up, but Madge stuck with Thom, Annie, and Finnick. They stumbled to a nearby diner to warm up and get food. At the door, Madge pulled Thom aside. “‘Scuse us,” she said in a singsong voice to Annie and Finnick. “We’ll be there in a sec.” Turning to Thom she groused, “You could have told me Gale was pan.” Thom looked askance. “Of course he’s pan. You know that.” “I do NOW,” She grumbled .

Thom crossed his arms in front of him. “I told you after we split I saw him with a bitch. You really gonna give a shit he’s pan instead of bi? ”

“Thom you called everybody bitch back then,” Madge ranted. “Half the guys you dated you said were your bitch. You even called Mister Tompkins bitch.”

Thom cackled. “I stand by that one. That man was such a little bitch -”

“I thought you wanted to hook up with him again,” she explained. Lamely she added, “Gale, not Tompkins.”

Shaking his head Thom answered, “Woman what are you talking about? That is ancient history. Come on.” He shook his head and went inside to rejoin the others, leaving Madge speechless in the snow. By the time they left the diner, the city was as dark as it would get in those conditions - orange city lights reflecting off the carpet of clouds above them. By the time Madge made it home, she was exhausted. She pried off her boots and changed into dry comfy clothes, hanging her wet garments wherever she could. Then she took a cup of tea to her room. Flipping open her computer, she glanced through the pictures of the day that had been posted. Thom had already posted a few good ones. She couldn’t help glancing at Gale’s feed, but there wasn’t anything new. Okay, she was thinking about him. On a whim, she logged onto her dad’s web account and looked up The 100. It started at season 2. She checked the other services, but couldn’t find season one without paying for it. Instead, she flipped on one of her standbys, Sex and the City. Later she called her dad and told him about her day. Tuesday, Madge’s alarm went off bright and early for kickboxing. Madge spent a couple minutes luxuriating in the warm blankets wrapped around her, convincing herself to leave bed before the sun was up. She flipped through her internet feeds. Pretty quickly she stumbled on a late night post from Gale: two pictures - one, of a snowy hillside captioned “stopping here  / To watch his woods fill up with snow” and one through a windshield, showing rows of cars’ tail lights and captioned “And miles to go before I sleep.” The words sounded vaguely familiar to her, so she googled the first caption and found the Robert Frost poem he was quoting. She liked the line, “the woods are lovely, dark and deep.” After considering it as a comment, she decided to simply like the first picture. But on the second she wrote “definitely NOT the road less traveled by ;-).” Feeling pleased with herself, she pulled up a familiar kickboxing routine and a playlist of upbeat tunes. “Shut up and dance [with me],” started on her headphones as she strapped her phone to her arm.   She was finishing up the warm-up section, “stupid girls” reverberating in her ears, when a text arrived. She almost ignored the message, but since people didn’t usually try to contact her at such an early hour, her curiosity won and she paused the kickboxing. Even though she was barely warmed up, she could feel her heart thudding swiftly along. She downed some water and opened her phone. Gale 6:26am you awake? Madge 6:30am Yeah What’s up? Gale 6:31am slept like crap when do you have to be at work? Madge 6:32am Around 9? Gale 6:33am want to grab some coffee? 8ish? She wanted to say yes. Madge looked at the time and did some slightly optimistic mental arithmetic. Madge 6:35am Is midtown ok? Gregorys, Mad SQ Park? Gale 6:37am deal Madge looked at the clock again. Shit, she had to get moving. She shut down the kickboxing video and got ready for the day as quickly as she could. Nothing has changed, she told herself. He’s the same guy. Which was true, except now her rock solid reasoning that had limited their relationship to friends had become shifting sands and she hadn’t found her footing. Already the remaining snow had been transformed into gross gray slush. By the time Madge got there, Gale was sitting at a table by the window, to-go coffee cup steaming in front of him. He was reading something on his phone, so Madge joined the line at the register. She pulled out her phone and sent: Madge 8:07am In line Gale 8:07am ok She looked up and caught his eye, then lifted her hand, not really a wave but enough. He returned the gesture, looking mildly amused. Then the line moved forward and Madge shifted her attention back to her phone so she’d have something to do. Once she had her dirty chai (in the travel mug she had remembered to bring with her no less, score one for saving the planet) and a pastry (nothing too decadent), she made her way over to the seat across from him. He looked tired. “Hi,” she said brightly. “Hi.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t tell me - you’re a morning person?” Madge frowned. “‘You’re the one who wanted to get coffee,” she pointed out. “Because coffee,” he explained, “is the only way I’m coherent most mornings. And I was up way too early.” “Okay.” She sipped her drink. “So are you caffeinated enough to be sociable yet?” “Getting there,” he admitted grudgingly before taking another drink himself. “Sorry you didn’t sleep well. Anything you … um, want to talk about?” “Not really.” When he didn’t say anything else, Madge decided not to prod him further. Instead she watched his hand with the coffee cup and asked, “So what’d you do this weekend?” “I went out to harriman with a friend,” he said. “We thought we’d be clever and get out of dodge before the first snow of the year. It was crawling with snow tourists though. Kind of a let down.” “Harriman?” “It’s a state park,” Gale clarified. “An hour out of the city if there’s no traffic - which is never. Not as good as the mountains but still. It at least has woods enough you could get lost if you tried.” “Do you?” Madge was intrigued. “Try to get lost?” “No,” Gale laughed. Sipping his drink he thought for a minute. “But sometimes I try ...  to lose myself. It’s different. We did hit the AT.” Seeing her puzzlement he added. “Appalachian Trail. That was good. It was a slog getting home though.” “Oh, yeah, the traffic. I saw your post,” Madge acknowledged. “I guess we missed the turn for the road less traveled by,” Gale agreed drily. Madge smiled in commiseration. “Still, it must have been nice to get out of the city? You managed a peaceful picture at least. And I like the poem you quoted.” “Yeah…” he answered distractedly. “I guess it just wasn’t was satisfying as I expected. It’s nothing. So, what about you? It looked like i missed a good snowball fight.” “You did,” she heartily agreed. “Central Park was ah-mazing. I mean, it was packed with people but so much fun.” She gave him a quick recap of their time in the park. “Nice,” Gale nodded. “We’re lucky it hit on the weekend.” His phone chimed at him and he quickly checked the screen. “I gotta get going. what about you?”

Madge looked at her phone. “Shit!” she said “Yeah, me too.”

Walking out onto the busy street together, they both turned North. Gale returned to his earlier thought. “Well, at least it snowed on the weekend. It sucks when it snows on a Monday. And you know it’ll just be dirty slush or gone before you can enjoy it.” He paused and glanced to her. “Unless you’re crazy enough to be awake at 6 am.”  

”It’s not that early,” she argued playfully. “Besides it’s not like I’m going out at that hour. Believe me I’ve seen enough law & orders to stay out of the city parks when it’s dark.”  

“Hey, don’t say that. Oh - which way are you?” They had reached the corner. Madge pointed East. Gale nodded and pointed North. “Anyway, the parks are great at night. You just gotta use the buddy system.” 

“The buddy system?” she repeated incredulously.

“Well yeah,” he said. “You do know it, right?” 

“Yes,” she scoffed. “I know the buddy system.” She looked up at his teasing eyes and wished she could just skip work and spend the day with him and see where it went. But she couldn’t, she had cell cultures to go check on and he had work too.“I guess I just ... need a buddy.”

“You know how to find me,” he answered, winking at her. With a wave, he hurried across the street to continue North. Reluctantly Madge turned toward work.

[soysaucevictim]

Finished another set of challenges and started up on some new stuff.

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Aug. 5

I woke up a bit before noon.

Most of my day was spent on the usual. But I did get in my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 standing W-extensions with EC. A bit challenging, but still enjoyable and doable!  :D

Second, Day 27 of the T10C. 10′ non-stop punching. I counted 1040 punches thrown, swapping stance every 2′. Very fun and manageable.

Last, Day 27 of the CCC. 40 torso twists.

Then I took a shower and spent some time talking with pops about WRAP stuff.

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Aug. 6

Been up since about 7:30 AM. Getting up to get incrementally ready to get to the facility and squeezing in a few more minutes of sleep.

Got to the facility, tweaked the Anxiety Box thing before getting to Seeking Safety Group. Group was late, so we just spent some time chatting before we got through it. It was alright.

Then I went to my therapy appointment, today. We mostly discussed the contents of the box and the art project I’ve been making as HW. With the former - I’m to consider challenging/responding to the items I put in there. (As I’m able to.)

Then, I did today’s DD. 15 up/down planks with EC. I did this one while I was out at the facility again. Was tough and did worry a little about abrasion - but, still doable. :P

I spent the rest of my time there fiddling with that art project.

Got home, did a bit of the usual before needing to take a 1-2 hour nap. I just was so zapped at that point. Then I did more of the same for several hours.

I wound up doing the rest of my exercise REALLY late. Like past midnight late. orz

First, Day 28 of the T10C. 7 sets of 40″ punches + 20″ shoulder taps, with 3′ of punching as a finisher. Very doable and fun, I even shortened the rest periods a bit. Shoulder taps get more challenging when you decided to be very mindful of form - keeping rocking to a minimum and maintained a straight plank. Probably one of my more favorite days of this thing.

Last, Day 28 of the CCC. 190 side leg raises, 95/95 in one go.

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Aug. 7

I woke up a bit after noon.

Did a bit of the usual - but I did spend some time doing dishes, making stuffed green bell peppers, and watching a couple Inuyasha movies. Eventually did my exercise too.

First, today’s DD. 2′ seated leg raises with EC (1′/1′). I counted 126 reps by the end, managing 1/sec was a satisfying and challenging pace. Another personal favorite, here!

Second, Day 29 of the T10C. 5 sets of 1′ sit-ups + 1′ flutter kicks. 2′ rest periods are so nice. I did the former slowly, in rhythm of my breathing. I did gradually up-mod the flutter kicks:

Sets 1-2 - were head down, feet tapping floor

Set 3 - alternated between intervals of that and holding my feet above floor

Set 4 - held feet above floor for whole duration

Set 5 - that AND with head up the whole time

Last, Day 29 of the CCC. 40 torso twists.

Well-p looks like I’m going to end these challenges tomorrow with a lot of side leg raises... pffft! I thought I look at whether overlap was gonna happen - ah well. Up for it.

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Aug. 8

Since I got up too many minutes after 8AM to feel up for rushing out to the facility. I called in before sleeping in.

Got up proper a bit after 11AM.

Mostly spent my day on the usual, including exercise.

First, today’s DD. 30 full bridges (with reach) with EC. Got a bit winded by the end, but still manageable. :D

Second, Day 30 of the Target 10 Challenge. 10′ non-stop side-to-side leg raises. I DID attempt to keep count but lost track in the last few minutes - ah well. Was still a bit tougher to continue raising the left leg over the right, but that was ok. I HOWEVER regret eating a a few cookies shortly before, despite my better judgement. :s

Last, Day 30 of the Core Control Challenge. 200 side leg raises, 100/100 in one go. I had to wait a bit to catch my breath and recover before doing that, but it was still very doable.

I then got in some dishes and a lot of the usual before getting pretty mad about playing tech support before going to bed.

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Summary of Experience

I finished these challenges on schedule, despite a few instances of doubling up, in August 8.

The Target 10 Challenge was a pretty good variety of exercise. Even though I mostly moderated my pace, there were veritable workouts to this one. It was a good bit of cardio work! I liked most of it, but the 10′ punching days were the most fun!

The Core Control Challenge. Relatively breezy work. Was able to do all the side leg raises in one go, and I did most of them 50%/50%, to contrast with the T10C. The torso twists were always nice! =w=

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Aug. 9

I got up a before 1PM, today.

A lot of the usual, again. Did make some dinner and watched a few more episodes of Black Mirror, too.

It was an active rest day, so I only did the DD as far as exercise went. 1′ boat pose hold with EC. I don't know why I did the wrong exercise twice before doing it the right way. Got my wires crossed with "hollow hold" the first time and then forgot to straighten my legs the second time. Needless to say - my abs got a nice workout from that. :,D

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Aug. 10

I got up a bit after 1PM.

Did a bit of the usual, before getting in my exercise pretty early. Nice getting started on the new Day 1s!

First, today’s DD. 40 climber taps with EC. That got pretty winding near the end, but still doable. :P

Second, Day 1 of the Calves of Steel Challenge. 60 calf raises, I decided to get it all done in one go. We’ll see how many of these I can do that with before needing to split the quota up. I think this will be a good combo with the following stuff.

Third, Day 1 of the Punch Out! Challenge. I figure this will be a nice upper body supplement. 80 punches, in one go. I swapped stances halfway in. Pretty fun and breezy work! :D

Last, Day 1 of the 30 Days of Yoga Program (DAREBEE). I’ve come to really enjoy doing yoga and was very excited to start this new program. I rather liked the sequence - especially any instance I get to do tree and half moon pose! It’s going to take a bit of focus to sight-read to stay on cue (unlike labeling/verbalizing the poses a la YwA), but I think I’ll manage alright. =w=

I then decided to respond to a page of DAREBEE notifications, since that’s been in the anxiety BG noise.

We’ll see what else I manage to get done today, but I’m going to post this now. Maybe edit it a lil more later, if anything else eventful happens today. :P

[songofsaraneth]

time for another life happenings post!! I think it’s been like 3 weeks or so since i updated, and in that time i have done a BUNCH. 

firstly, I did 2 weeks of nightly circus skills intro training! I really really miss the circus group I was in in college, but there hasn’t been anything similar here--until this group from Arizona showed up to teach a couple classes. They were only here for two weeks, spending the weekends visiting friends here, the weekdays running a kids camp and the evenings for adult classes. It was just for about 1.5 hours each night and not very in depth, but we tried out a bunch of different things in that time. I learned a bunch of basic trapeze poses (photo 1), some aerial silks climbs/hangs/tricks, relearned how to juggle, and was bizarrely very immediately good at rolling globe (photo 2), which is where you jump up on a large plastic ball and then roll it around back and forth while still standing on top of it. Once I got that down I added some poi in (which I’ve done for years) just for fun! Met a couple local folks I didn’t know before as well, and learned about a local acro yoga/partner acro group I’m gonna hopefully try to join in on a bit. 

Then last friday, I drove up to the Denver area after work, and on Saturday went to Denver Comic Con! My boyf and his friends from Wyoming were dressed up as Steven Universe characters, but I didn’t have anything prepared since it was very last minute i found out I could head to CO for the weekend. So I wore the dragon hoodie i made when i dressed up as Smaug for the premiere of the 2nd Hobbit movie, a skirt to hide my legs, and went as the Wyverary (Wyvern + library) from the Fairyland series by Cat Valente, since I was gonna get a few books signed by her while there (photo 3, me with her post-signing). Also got some stuff by Robin Hobb signed, went to a few talks by other authors, a couple writing panels, and stared at a lot of pretty merch! I wanted to get into the Felicia Day talk but the line filled up over an hour beforehand so :( And I was too cheap for autographs of anyone who cost money to see, but I did see Nathan Fillion and James Marsters from a distance. After the con wound down that night we all went out to dinner and wandered Denver a bit, and then I drove up to my other friend in Fort Collins. 

Sunday! My pal Ash and I met while we were both studying abroad in Ireland, and one of our other friends we made there (who was actually from Ireland) happened to be in the US/CO this week! So we got up early on sunday to go to the archery range (photo 4), since we all met on the archery team and NUI Galway. I hadn’t shot for like, almost 2 years which is SAD considering how big a part of my life archery was for a while, but at least I hadn’t forgotten everything. gonna have to just buy my own bow someday. After that, we went down to the Colorado Renaissance Festival, and I don’t care how historically inaccurate they are, I really love any excuse to wander around in costume and stare at pretty crafts. It was awesome and I bought a very extravagant mask (photo 5) for a costume I’m planning on making. Drove our Irish friend to his cousin’s house after and spent the night at the boyfs. 

Monday! After J went to work I wandered up to Boulder. Stopped at the small Natural History museum on campus to stare at all the fossils and pottery, then skipped to a farmers market thing and was very good about not spending money except for a ginger-maple lemonade. Then up on back to FC with Ash, where we went to this EXTREMELY fancy single-origin chocolate shop, two fancy cheese shops, some thrift stores, and the grocery store. When we got home we realized that between us we had like... 19 types of cheese. so naturally we assembled the most fantastic cheese platter that has ever been created (photo 6), with berries, avocado, bread with whole cloves of garlic baked in, salami, and wild boar sausage. it was so good and we did not even come close to finishing it all, lol. But it made a good breakfast the next day too.

ANYWAY then... we went to bed around 10:30pm and woke up around... 3:30-4am on the 4th. So we could do a sunrise photoshoot back at the archery range (photo 6). Because we have priorities I guess. But we got all dressed up and went out to take lots of photos, which turned out really well and I’ll post more eventually. but we shot from like 5:30am-8:30am for that sunrise light, and then when we got home at 9 promptly went back to bed. Eventually roused myself enough around 11am to join J for brunch as he drove through on his way to Wyoming for the 4th. Then, alas, I had to make the drive back to Utah, which is very long (6hr) but at least the mountains are absolutely beautiful this time of year. Man I really love the desert, but driving through summer mountains just makes me want to run out and frolic in all the lush green meadows and just like, hug a tree. We have a couple small lacothithic mountains pretty close to where I live but it’s different from seeing them extend on and on around you with green and snow-capped peaks forever. 

Anyway, got back to Moab around 8pm on the 4th, just as people were starting to set up firework things. unpacked a bit and then hopped over to where one of my housemates is currently housesitting for some wealthy couple, in this really big beautiful house on top of a hill with a hot tub. we planned to sit in the hot tub for the main fireworks display (which we could see perfectly from it) but it was like 105º out during the day and still in the 90ºs around 9:30pm, so after like 15 minutes we just sat on the edge with our feet in instead. 

anyway! work has been hot and exhausting (manual labor fence building in 100º+ weather with the occasional interspersed long photosynthesis measurement days), so I won’t talk about it overmuch. but I do have next week off, hurrah! Gonna be meeting up with my old college advisor in New Mexico for some volunteer plant collecting for the genetics research lab I used to work for. Exciting! I’ll drive down there on Monday and camp out for a night before meeting up with the group, is my current plan.

Today I got brunch+read and then have been aimlessly wandering the internet. Tonight though is the Moab Grassroots Music Exchange, which happens on full moons during the warm months. Basically a bunch of people drive out into a semi remote part of the desert and there’s a stage with a band or two and a lot of bonfires and general hippie festivities. I don’t drink so that cuts down on some of the amusement for me, but there are usually a couple firespinners I can spin with/bum fuel off of. I might camp there overnight (there’s tons of space to do so so people don’t have to drive home the same night) or I might just come back home, still undecided. And then I’ve been invited along a mountain summit hike tomorrow and a rafting trip, so I have to decide which of those I’m going to join in on I guess! Such a hard life in a small adventure town, sigh. 

[chasingadventuress]

Road tripping - with a bunch of strangers

As exciting as it may sound when it comes to traveling going on any kind of trip with many people is something I dread so much, only because I strongly believe that when it comes to traveling one should be able to take in every single moment of the journey the way they want to without being limited. This time around I wanted to see how different it would be thus the reason why I was open to going on this said trip.

But Before going on a road trip with a number of people keep this in mind:

Trust me it gets difficult if you are with too many people and this I believe is only because no two people are alike, we all have our preferences. We all have certain things that we enjoy and certain things that may annoy us. So ask yourself if you will be able to adapt and understand the next person and if not then you should propabably not go.

With every trip there’s always some sort of planning that goes into it, if there is something that you really want to do, before the trip bring it up, you should be able to. Remember that nobody is going to say no to it and if anybody does then rather save your money for a trip where people will be open to listening to what you’d like to do as well.

When contributing to activity ideas try and go for activities that you or the others have not done. This is because when you all find yourselves doing things that are not familiar it creates an opportunity to get to know people better on a personal level.

Ask yourself if you’re open to doing more than what is just required from you. Its definitely nobody’s responsibility to clean up after someone else or do things for them but if you find yourself in a position where you are able to better help out then do so.

And remember to be your true self. If you’re loud then be loud, if your laidback then be laidback but don't change yourself because of the fear of what others may think of you.

So in a nutshell this is basically how the road trip I went on was like

 It all started off with a Hey, Tina. “Me and a group of friends from my church are planning on going on a road trip for the weekend, do you want to come with”?

And being the person that I am, that’s always open to experiencing, living and learning, I was like why not, I’ve never done it before and there’s never going to be a perfect time, so YES!!!

A few days later I was added to the ‘NO FOMO’ WhatsApp group and this is where we all basically kick started off talking, which I believe allowed us to create that comfortable safe space among one another.

We tried our outmost best to not fully plan out the trip as we generally just wanted to take the experience as it came.

Day 1

Fast forward to the day we had to leave, it was a Friday, we decided on a meeting point and that is where most of us met for the first time, hugged it out and we posed for a picture. We only ended up leaving just past 7pm which was like an hour after the agreed time.

But nonetheless before we left, we did pray via telephone seeing that we were all in three separate cars. Great thing is we made use of a digital tool that we constantly have in our hands 24/7 for a purpose that I assuming we all consider, worth it.

And off we were to the coastal city of Namibia, Swakopmund. The five hour drive was literally one of the best drives I’ve been on. I was with a friend whom I’ve known for seven years but only travelled with for the first time on this trip as well as another friend who I had just befriended two weeks before the trip.

We randomly just sang along to songs and joked around till we arrived. The great thing about the drive and getting there was that everyone just had a positive outlook for the trip.

As I sit here and write this I vividly still recall everyone’s excitement when we arrived and found the 8 bedroom house that we had booked to stay at. And because we were so thrilled we offloaded, got comfortable and we started a fire because I mean what's a trip without a barbeque.

In between the barbeque and the little chill session we had, a few of us found ourselves drinking and during the entire session I did not feel judged by anyone nor did I judge anyone. There were also a few conversations that came up, where we basically just spoke about our careers and an array of other topics.

And because the day had already been so long for many of us, we all eventually caved in and decided to go sleep just past 4am but agreed that we would also wake up by 6am to go to the beach just to breath in fresh air.

Day 2

Getting up really didn’t go as planned as some of us slept in. How eventually everyone did wake up , some went to the beach, some prepared breakfast and others got ready for the day.

We pretty much all left the house that morning by 11am as we were set to go to the Dead Sea.

Getting to the Dead Sea was another roller-coaster of a story. It started of all so great, we made several stops along the way , but then somewhat many of us seemed annoyed because as we kept driving, the further we went the further the Dead Sea seemed. However we eventually did find it.

So what and where is the Dead Sea?

Located north of Swakopmund, approximately a few kilometres before Mile 72, north of Fishermen’s Inn, after the Cape Cross sign.

The Deas Sea is an old worked out mine that is filled with underground water and due to the high presence of salt and minerals in it, it causes those who choose to swim in it to freely float. So basically no matter how hard you try to sink / push yourself down it will always push you right back up.

Only a couple of us swam because the rest including myself as I had mentioned earlier were annoyed from the long drive and there was not much will to get in. To be honest the Dead Sea is just one of those places that I believe one should tick of their bucket list but then probably won’t consider going back to, I for one know I wouldn’t.

Did I enjoy being there that much NO and this is because this is also where a few people from the group rubbed me off the wrong way. And I actually found myself wanting to go home because I felt like it was going to be very difficult to deal with the group going forward as I was upset.

The drive back from the Dead Sea too me was so much better as I was somewhat relieved that the route back seemed shorter and it meant I would get home sooner and just nap my anger away. And fast forward we finally got back to the apartment and I managed to sleep it off and actually felt better when I woke up. We all then had dinner, played a few games and called it a night

Day 3

This was basically our last day and getting up that day seemed easier as we had all gotten enough sleep and because we were set to drive back to Windhoek we still had some activities to do so we had to be up pretty early.

We booked to go quad biking, but before that one of the guys from the group brought it to the forefront that we had been doing so much but did not pray about it so we regrouped, held hands and prayed and then went quad biking. Which was a very nice and fun experience.

If you recall at the start of this I had mentioned that one should always bring up what they would like to do and there were a few things a quarter of us wanted to do and the rest didn't. Thus we all agreed that the best option would be splitting up for a few hours ad then linking up later again.

And so we did. Basically a few of us decided to go looking for the Salt Pans. Located just southwest of the Walvisbay lagoon is a salt-pan complex, which currently supplies over 90% of South Africa's salt. It's one of the three wetlands around Walvis Bay along with the lagoon and Bird Island, which together form Southern Africa's single most important coastal wetland for migratory birds.

The amazing thing about the salt pans is that the water there is pink. I wish I had a tour guide tell me why but I am guessing it has something to do with the salt that’s there hence the name.

Later that day we actually ended up driving back to Windhoek pretty late because we were obviously taken over by what seemed like a great idea at the time to park near the beach, eat and then hit the road but instead ended up soaked because who goes to the beach and does not get into the water.

So would I do this again?

In all honestly yes I would. I took away a few things and realised that getting along with everyone on the first go doesn’t happen overnight.

Would I have wanted to get to know some of the people better, yes I would have but I am hoping that it will someday happen on all the other trips we plan on taking because building genuine friendships I believe takes time.

Another thing that was also great to take note of is that teamwork all the way is important as well, everyone played their part especially when it came to cleaning up, preparing food, and everyone helped out despite how tired we all were at the end of the trip.

One thing I also learned was that people were open to praying out loud. It’s honestly not something that I know how to do yet other than when I am by myself but this just showed me that there is nothing to be afraid of and that there is no perfect way to pray or right words to say but just genuinely speaking from your heart.

My heading initially started off with a ‘Bunch of Strangers’ which I must say they aren’t anymore and that’s the beauty of life.

[newyearnewmebitches]

9/7/2020, 12:10PM

I’m writing this post as a reflection of the past weekend. Honestly, such a good weekend, but now I'm in a weird mental place and I need to think on it.

I guess I can start on Friday, where I met up with SD at his apartment, and we got ready to go over to Buffalo, NY. It was 7-8PM, and he had just gotten out of clinic. I went back to his apartment so that he changed and he gathered up everything that he needed, and he gave me a little tour of his place. Then we drove out for the next 6-7 hours. It’s kind of surprising how quickly the car ride went, for something that was so long, and for 2 people that were so tired. We finally got there around 3-4AM, but we were talking and vibing for the entire ride. He had his hand on my thigh and tried to hold my hand the entire way up. Funny story, he also fingered me for 4 hours. I had my pants down, and he was going at it as we drove. We got lost and somehow ended up on the Canadian border, and I still had my pants and underwear off. As we slowed down, I threw my pants back on as we were greeted by 10 police officers, asking why we were trespassing onto Canada with the travel restrictions. We explained that we were going to Buffalo and took the wrong direction, however we still needed be inspected before being allowed to go back to the U.S.. Thank god, SD had all his documents, I can’t even imagine how stressful it must be considering he’s not a citizen and on visa. But of course, he was prepared as always. We had to exit the car as they inspected, and my dumbass self put on my pants inside out. oH WElll!~ it was 3AM, I'm sure the Canadian guards have seen weirder things. Anyways, during the ride we kept joking about how he always gets into trouble when he’s with me. He also shared a lot about growing up, updating and how life is so different in America, and that the lifestyle is very different and almost exhausting since it’s doesn’t align. He mentioned that I'm one out of a small handful of people that he respects and trusts, and I appreciate that. Honestly, for someone who is extremely closed off to people, knowing he has someone, even if it’s me, is reassuring. 

When we got to the hotel in Buffalo, we shared a bed next to Boris and Rachel on another bed. As we were trying to sleep, he continued to finger me. We tried to be as silent as possible, considering they were in the same room. He then commenced to go under the sheets and started to eat me out. Fuck. I didn’t do anything while we were in bed, but he continued to finger me, eat me out, and wow. I was really in my head about Rachel and Boris knowing we were having sex literally right next to them, but something about it was just really hot. And being quiet about it all, was also so fucking... hot. I don’t know. At 8AM, we noticed that Rachel and Boris were going down for breakfast, and that they were gone for awhile. So, we fucked. Wow, honestly I am NOT experienced. And when I fuck guys in the past, it’s something I was always so in my head about, and I never really took control, because I’d get so in my head. But knowing SD is so entuned with sexuality, he can read body language so well, and he knows that without me saying anything. And he takes charge, and he can tell what positions I don’t vibe with. I think I also suck at communicating. After we were finished, he was talking about how he’s been so stressed and burned out, and that the women in his life have been exhausting, which he also mentioned in the car ride. He said he didn’t want a relationship, but really wanted someone he could trust, and was saying like “sheesh is that asking for a lot nowadays?!” then turned to me saying, he’s growing to trust me a lot. And then asked if I had anything too say, where I quickly dismissed the fact, and was like, “we should get ready now, it’s almost 11AM.” 1. because we had been fucking for over 5-6 hours, we had to get ready because Rachel was still not back in the room, and I think they were mad at us. 2. I didn’t want to talk about it, or I have trouble talking about it. 

Then throughout the day, we explored Niagara. The entirety of the day it was me and SD hanging around and taking pictures. He had his arm around me the entire day, and we took a lot of pictures together. A random lady came up to us and said, “I don’t know if you guys are a couple or not, but you two are really cute together”. From there, we were both just like “thank youuuuu?!” and we continued to joke around the entire day. We went to the waterfront of lake eerie in buffalo after going to niagara, and we walked around together with his arm around my shoulder the entire time. Then we sat on a rock, with me in the middle of his legs, and he just held me and we talked and watched the sunset together. we were walking and talking more about life, and he said a lot of things that really resonated with me and I took as good advice. We are both really different people, what with me being really open and optimistic, and him being really private and him being ever so slightly cynical. But he mentioned the 6 month rule. If there’s anything going on in your life, wait out at least 6 months before telling people, because how people react will affect how take in the good news presently in your life, and it’s not your experience, but the shared experience how people impact the way you think you feel. It’s not just “yours” anymore. And you know he’s right. When I talked about me being happy about get a new job, and how st. peter’s and how they reacted was not what I had expected, and I became sad about animosity with my staff, that changed my perspective. it ruined my experience, although I was still excited. We talked about how Americans are so gossipy and impresisonable with media, we’re obsessed. And that’s a huge dislike for him. And you know he’s right. A part of me does seek validation from people in my life, and not everyone’s reaction will be all for me, if I tell close people. My experience is my experience, and I shouldn’t let outsider sources impact how I experience my accomplishments or dictate how I should feel. Thank you SD for that lesson.

That night, I couldn’t sleep, but SD was knocked OUTTTTTT, We woke up at 6AM to leave for Watkins glen state park, and to go back home to NB. I had work that night, so we really had to leave early. The entire car ride, he talked, listened to music, and I'm honestly so surprised how quickly a long car ride went with him. I tried to sleep for a majority of the ride, and he was really respectful. When we got to Watkins Glen park, I was on the edge of the gorge trying to take a picture, and he held me so I wouldn’t fall in, which I thought was very kind. he’s really a gentleman with girls, if you get passed his hard ass shell. We went to Moe’s for lunch on the way back, and he paid for my bowl. Then we finally got back ton NB at 5:30PM, and then I was eventually flexed. When we got out of the car, he kissed me, and I asked what was that for, for me being flexed? and he just laughed. He walked me to my car, and I left. 

SO WITH ALL OF THIS, I don’t know where tf I stand with him. Like I do? but I feel like my mind is cycling, know for a fact, that we both identify that we are not dating. But I think, defining things would feel a little better on my end. Maybe I should talk to him about it?