#private jet in usa

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[my-midlife-crisis]

[flyingprivate]

"Carry On," Phoenix,

Pretty Decent Concepts

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[itshype]

Mansplain Yourself (DC x DP)

Danny decides that attending college and defending the entirety of Earth from ghosts is too hard to maintain alongside a job. He should just get paid to do his hero work!

He shows up on the watchtower with a PowerPoint and printed portfolio proving he's been doing hero work for years. He fought a king from another dimension. He wants some of their money.

"We don't really have a budget? We can't really pay you." Says Superman.

"I am standing in space right now. That guy has a bat-themed submarine, private jet and fleet of automobiles. If you guys aren't rolling in that sweet, sweet USA defence budget cash, how are you affording all of this?"

"Uh, okay, we'll pay you." Says Batman (It's Nightwing subbing in for Bruce tonight and he panics!)

Constantine is cranky. This is a ghost. Ghosts are dead. Why the fuck would he need human money?

Danny's first paycheck clears. He moves out of his parents house and it's all good!

And this is when the trouble begins. Real Batman has noticed the money moving, and questions about the paperwork for the Justice League's 'new employee'.

Constantine is still crank though, and when Danny comes in for a skills assessment he steamrolls the poor guy. Talking over him, correcting him etc.

Danny is tired, he has a paper due before midnight and he doesn't even know what this guy's problem is. So, Danny lets him mansplain his own powers to the Justice League.

The Justice League paperwork for Phantom the Infinite Realms Ghost reads like this:

Senses others of his kind (see appendix 5a)

Intangibility

Self-sustained flight

Knowledge about Infinite Realms (see general database - dimensions, subsection 52), and it's inhabitants.

Danny figures he'll get payback for all his colleges listening to this cigarette-smoking hack over him the first time any of them see him actually fight. But the first fight he's in with them is an easy one, he only really needs to fly and lift some heavy-ish stuff. Then the next one is a false alarm. Then they keep giving the hard jobs to Superman.

Then, about 6 months in - Danny's file now has Super Strength (see appendix 12f) - added. Kal-el goes down. Hard. A single, brutal hit.

…And Wonder Woman takes his place in the plan with ease.

How long is it going to take before Danny gets to (legitimately) show off for once?! He can't wait.

[w2sarcher]

hiiii! i love your work and i just wanted to request a harry insta au but reader is american, all kinda inspired by “so american” by olivia rodrigo. thank you sm!💐💘

omg hi lovely!!! thank u so much @themirrorballgal !!!! i loveee this song sm so thank u for this idea. hope you enjoy!!! feel like this is a bit shit but i tried lol i'm v british so hope this isn't awfullll & sorry its a bit short!!!! xxx

so american | harry lewis

summary: y/n & harry being an iconic american x guersney duo

face claim: ig : gracie.mckenna_

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'Drivin' on the right-side road, he says I'm pretty wearin' his clothes'

y/nusername posted a photo!

liked by ksi & 490,039 others! y/nusername driving around my favorite place with my favorite boy! tagged wroetoshaw location : brooklyn, new york city

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freyanightingale miss you!!!!

taliamar cuties

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wroetoshaw driving on the left>>>

wroetoshaw nyc harder to drive in than london ffs ↳y/nusername stop your whinning u love it

harryxlewisfan stop it harry in nyc !!!!!

w2slover love this duo

ynharryfan mother and father

harryfan1 harry hating america but loving it since y/n>>>

ynharryfan2 pls do a nyc vlog w harry 😭😭😭

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taliamar adorable

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w2slover Y/N WEARING OG MERCH

ynharryfan harry calling her pretty in the comments i can't

harryfan1 omg she's met his family i can't

ynharryfan2 my usa queen finally made it to the channel islands

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'And he's got hands that make hell seem cold, feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote, I wish I wrote'

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harryxlewisfan HAND SIZE DIFFERENCE

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ynharryfan i can't w these twooo

harryfan1 queen is in london towwwwwn

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'When he laughs at all my jokes, And he says I'm so American'

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harryxlewisfan their interactions>>>>

w2slover nowonder harry's been moody in sidemen vids recently, our queen is back in her homeland 😭😭😭

ynharryfan harry better get in his private jet and fly his ass over to nyc now

harryfan1 how has harry bagged himself y/n

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ynharryfan not a day goes by where i'm not jel of what these two have omg

sidemenfan2 logan x ksi got nothing on this duo

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a/n: hope this is okay. thanks for all the love on my other works you're all fab and i love making these, i know i said i'd stop the social media au's for a while but they're so fun to make and don't take that long so i'm obsessed lol

[nytb]

Flying Private

Being a public figure came with a price – little to no privacy, secrecy, crazy paparazzi – it seamed to be a nightmare, but hidden in-between it’s flaws Alexia found some perks.

The Catalan star’s crazy schedule didn’t help her private life, love life out of the window – for now – Alexia focused on her public appearances, helping women’s football grow.

Trip to Paris here, quick appearance in Rome, little interview in London – Alexia was everywhere.

Behind the scenes, a key piece of the puzzle; Y/N Y/L/N. Joan Laporta’s loyal pilot. They had grown close over the years and when Joan became Fc Barcelona’s president – for a second time – he invited Y/N on the journey.

And so it began, Y/N flew all Barcelona players to every corner in the world; preseason in the USA, basketball games here, European football matches there. Y/N was crucial for Fc Barcelona to keep everyone’s public appearances up while allowing them to get the optimal rest before crucial games.

With Y/N’s little vacation possibilities, Laporta offered the pilot a compromise – whenever the plane was land-bound Y/N was able to do as she pleased. The possibility to travel all over the world, stay at the best hotels, eat the best food; it was Y/N’s dream job.

Unluckily for Y/N, the latest trip to Madrid came with a personal compromise; Y/N had to step in and replace a security member’s role.

All plans out the window now, the loyal pilot followed orders to a T – shadowing the Catalan star during the three day trip, keeping an eye out during meals, making sure that whenever Alexia sneaked out she returned safe and sound.

That night the midfielder’s annoyance at the lack of personal space was noticeable – add that she was in a foul mood and you get an explosive combination; and explode she did. Now safe and sound at the hotel, both Alexia and Y/N were at the bar. The pilot kept a safe distance from the midfielder.

“Is shadowing people like you’re a lost puppy a habit of yours or have you reserved it only for me?” Alexia asked as she approached the pilot, annoyance in her tone.

“I see that your evening has calmed down – for now at least – I will leave you with the remaining security team.” Y/N replied, pointing to the two security guards of the hotel, downing the rest of her drink she added “And seen as how you’re in a foul mood, I will take this opportunity to go and get my well deserved rest in”

The indifference that radiated off of Y/N’s voice was palpable, many people would describe it as cocky – arrogant even – but Alexia found it intriguing.

The Catalan star grew accustomed to everyone treating her a certain way; admiration and love in their voices whenever someone approached her, but Y/N? The pilot treated Alexia like she was any other Joe in the world.

Sitting at the bar now, the midfielder was dumbfounded – watching how the pilot walked away, not even looking back once – she was bamboozled.

Replaying the interaction over and over, Alexia was stuck looking for ways to get back in the good graces of the pilot. The midfielder knew she had to apologize for her bad behavior.

Early in the morning, Alexia made her way to one of Spain’s most famous bakeries: El Riojano. Getting some delicious Spanish pastries, among them Y/N’s favorite: ensaimada, a mallorcan specialty. Alexia made her way back to the hotel – crossing path with the pilot at reception, Y/N didn’t say a word.

Later on, as everyone boarded the private jet headed back to Barcelona, Alexia carefully placed the paper bag filled with pastries on the seat closest to the cabin. At first, Y/N looked at the bag from afar but as she made her way to the front of the plane, she inspected it – looking for it’s owner.

“Is this anybodies?” The pilot asked, looking around a sneaky Putellas popped her head up “I got those for you, a little gift to make up for my behavior yesterday” the midfielder sneaked a cheeky smile in.

For the first time, Y/N didn’t display indifference towards the Barcelona star “Thank you, they are my favorite” the pilot stated to which, very quietly – as Y/N made her way to the cabin – the midfielder whispered “I know”

And thus a tradition was born. During the season, Alexia would go out of her way to purchase Y/N’s favorite pastries, placing them on the seat closest to the cabin. It was their little ritual.

One morning – on one of Fc Barcelona Femenis champions league trips – the team discretely inspected Alexia’s delivery.

“What was that about?” Pati asked, taking the seat besides the Catalan midfielder “What was what?” Alexia played it cool, but her face spoke louder. The midfielder was blushing, looking everywhere but into Patri’s eyes.

“Feeling shy?” Mapi mocked her captain.

This was new for everyone – Alexia included. Usually, she was the bold, direct type; but with Y/N she forgot how to act. Luckily for the midfielder, Y/N was oblivious to the mocking – and as she made her way to the cabin – the pilot picked the little paper bag up, taking one of the ensaimada out and straight into her mouth it went. Sending Alexia a thank you head-nod as she greeted the co-pilot.

It all made sense now.

“OMG” Pina was shocked “You’re sleeping with our pilot??” the mini Putellas asked, the rest of the team waited anxiously for an answer.

“It’s not like that” Alexia defended her situation “I – I just”

Mapi came in like a bolder, mockingly nudging at her captain’s arm “She might have done her ACL in, but girly is still out here scoring” the defender joked.

“Shhhh” Putellas was embarrassed, not wanting Y/N to hear any of the teams shenanigans – for however true they were – she distracted them.

“Yeah yeah… maybe it would be best” Paños stepped in “We wouldn’t want the pilot to be distracted” she further mocked.

Part 2

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[thelostdreamsthings]

{Why is Telegram a big headache for the Jews, USA and France?

Why did they decide to literally kidnap the owner Pavel Durov at the Paris Airport?

Pavel Durov, founder and CEO of Telegram, was arrested today in France, there are different charges against him.

Telegram is the main source of information about the Israeli genocide and massacre in Gaza.

Thousands of videos of Jews massacring children have been posted on Telegram channels by journalists living in Gaza.

Israel is trying to stop that flow of information and that is why it has killed over 100 journalists in Gaza alone.

The most accurate information about the situation on the ground in Ukraine comes out on Telegram, and NATO can't control it.

Many people use Telegram as their source of information because the information comes directly from the field.

Many dead NATO soldiers appear on Telegram and the CIA and NATO command can no longer hide their direct involvement in the war broke out in Russia.

Telegram did a lot of damage to the French army in Africa.

The Africans organized all their protests, resistance and everything else against the French occupation forces through Telegram.

Russian mercenaries, obviously, use different platforms, but Telegram played for them an important role in accelerating the deterioration of France's military posture, especially in Africa.

This is a famous photo of Telegram founder Pavel Durov giving Putin his middle finger.

In 2011, Durov said that the Russian government had requested him to cancel the accounts of anti-government figures on his social media platform.

Durov not only did not follow, but also publicly released this photo of "raising the middle finger to Putin" in the media, which received cheers from the West.

After the 2014 Ukrainian coup, Durov refused to provide the Russian government with information on users involved in the Ukrainian colorful revolution.

In the same year, he left Russia, claiming that Russia was "unable to keep up with the information age". Shortly after, he acquired French and UAE citizenship and stated that he had no plans to return to Russia.

Today, Durov was arrested by France on charges of using the platform to "support terrorist activities" and "pedophilia" after refusing to provide user information to the United States and Israel, facing 20 years of imprisonment.

Durov helped Ukrainians stage a coup d'état in 2014.

Then the whole West glorified him.

He also trolled the Russian FSB and sent them the “encryption keys” to telegram in 2017.

Back then the west cheered his fight on.

The founder of Telegram has been detained by French intelligence services at Le Bourget Airport in Paris while exiting a private jet.

He is expected to be presented to a judge later this evening, facing multiple charges, according to TF1.

Potential charges include terrorism, drug-related offenses, complicity, fraud, money laundering, concealment, and possession of child exploitation content.

The main concern of EU authorities regarding Telegram is its encrypted messaging, as reported by TF1}

{And despite Durlov helped NATO in the 2014 coup in Ukraine, Russia is working to free Telegram founder Pavel Durov after he was arrested in France.}

If Pavel Durov could be arrested on these charges, then any country can arrest the leaders of Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft… any tech company that helps people communicate!

France is a 🤡 puppet of USA and Israel, who are mad at not having backdoor to Telegram.

Regarding Pavel Durov, Julian Assange, TikTok, Scott Ritter etc. etc. ⬇️

"The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater." Frank Zappa

[octuscle]

As an American I wonder if it's really so hard to live in Mexico. I mean they've really nice beaches, nice food, and so on. Does chronivac offer a culture exchange? I'd like to live for a while as a mexican seeing what life looks like through latin eyes

For the cultural exchange, I ask you to join our experience center at the Waldorf Astoria Los Cabos Pedregal.

A nice hotel, you think. But you wanted to get to know the real Mexico. Not the luxury resorts where hardly any Mexicans stay. On the other hand, of course, there will also be rich Mexicans… It doesn't matter, just enjoy it. The lady at the reception configures the Chronivac, hands you your room key and wishes you a nice stay. Except "Gracias" you don't know much Spanish. So you say "Gracias" and take the elevator to your room.

Wonderful suite! But the program is not cheap. You mix yourself a Negroni at the bar in the living room and admire the sunset. And while you are still thinking about where to have dinner, you get incredibly tired. And you fall asleep on the sofa with the Negroni in your hand.

The alarm clock pulls you out of sleep at 04:00. Despite the squeaking fan on the ceiling, the air in your room is incredibly stuffy. Hardly any fresh air comes through the small hatch. And four of you share the room. Miguel, Antonio and Jose work in the kitchen, they can still sleep. But as a gardener, you have to make sure that the lawns and pool terraces are immaculate when the first gringos take a dip in the pool in four hours. And even if you cleaned everything up before you went to bed dead tired at 10:00 p.m. last night, you know exactly what it looks like upstairs now. The traces of the night's parties will be omnipresent. So you grab work gloves and a garbage bag and start putting away glasses, bottles, condoms and other trash. Silently, if possible. Afterwards, you'll mop up vomit, collect leftover panties, wigs, and other things that you seriously wonder how you could lose.

It's 6:00 a.m. and the sun is rising as the couches are lined up again on a clean floor. The first guests are on their way. Sunrise yoga on the beach, jogging. And a few poor devils who came without a private jet on the scheduled flight are already making their way to the airport. You arm yourself with a rake and take care of the sand on the beach. Today was more mess than usual, you are almost an hour behind schedule. A little later than planned, however, the beach is also prepared for the first guests at 08:30. And you can take a break. There is a small grove behind the pool, where you can be mostly undisturbed. You light a cigarette. And as usual it does not take long until you hear the cracking of branches A gringo comes the way to you. You know him. You are lucky with him. He is usually showered, knows your price and does not haggle. Even if you could speak better English, you wouldn't exchange big words. You get down on your knees and free the morning wood of your first customer from the bathing shorts.

Your clients love you not only for your talented lips, your agile tongue and your discretion. Hardly any other hustler in the hotel is so happy about a load of cum in the face like you. But you know that every client brings you a little closer to freedom and a life in the USA.

[charmac]

My dad and I rarely talk on the phone unless there's bad news from home and he texted late tonight and asked if I could talk. Naturally I'm thinking something not good is coming.

He goes on to tell me that he was flying home and the plane had "that Philadelphia show you like" available to watch and he decided to watch the "Chuck-E-Cheese episode" because it looked interesting (insert me immediately turning insane). He thought it was really funny and told me how when he first came to the USA (early 90's) he took my sister to Chuck-E-Cheese and he remembers how baffled he was by the fact that there was a bar in the place (bc Australians would have that place looking like the end of the episode in a day).

And then he told me he watched the Celebrity Alcohol one because it reminded him of my interactions with the guys in the show (lmao) and that one was pretty funny too "with the private jet jokes" (surely the part of the celebrity alcohol episode that stood out the most)

He didn't watch any of the others (I don't think he remembers that I made him watch Dennis Takes a Mental Health Day last year) and his conclusion was "It's funny but it's a weird show" (So true)

[thebluestbluewords]

I sense an Auradon Mapping Project in my future…

I’m still making my way through the giant stack of Descendants tie-in books I bought a while ago, and the more I read, the more I want to dive into the actual kingdom divisions of the “USA”

(it’s critical that you all know I am making the most exhausted possible air quotes around USA - if the mashed up fairy tale kingdoms in this franchise are mostly referred to as KINGDOMS and REGIONS they would not also be STATES! It’s a weird choice for an acronym that doesn’t make that much sense in the first place!)

anyway.

This page got to me:

Let me break the start of this one down—

Sherwood Forest is six hours away from Auradon City.

Sherwood Forest is located in Westerly.

Westerly is one of the nineteen (19) regions of Auradon.

great, makes sense!

Except, does it? Because this raises SO many more questions for me, and I’m not even getting into any of the maps that are provided earlier in the book, because frankly they’re sort of a nightmare and provide NO useful sense of scale.

My initial questions:

Sherwood Forest is six hours away from Auradon City. Great! This gives us a sense of scale to measure from for the other kingdoms.

The other kingdom/region pages don’t mention how far they are from Auradon City, so this probably means six hours is pretty far.

Because they’re measuring from Auradon City, we can reasonably assume that Auradon Prep is located in Auradon City, or possibly a small town directly adjacent to the city.

In the movies it looks like Auradon Prep is on a pretty big campus, with open space for sports fields, and a forest on the edge of the property. Cities don’t…..usually have that much open green space to allocate to a school, so Auradon Prep is probably located in a smaller town close to the city. Maybe they’re making an effort to be walkable, and the Museum of Cultural History is on the edge of the city closest to Auradon Prep? Maybe they want the students to be involved in the Auradon City civic processes, so they take students into the city regularly? We don’t know for sure!

As a follow up question, is Sherwood Forest six hours from Auradon City by car? Carriage? Ship? Moped? Private jet?

Because they’re calling this the “USA”, I’m going to assume the answer is car. That feels like an appropriately US-centric method of measuring travel times.

Sherwood Forest is located in Westerly! One of the nineteen (19) regions!

WHAT ARE THE OTHER REGIONS??? ARE THEY NOT STATES?? USA???

It’s fine, I’m fine, this is all cool. Regions. Nineteen of them. With towns within them, like Sherwood Forest and Locksley, Robin Hood’s hometown. Both located within Westerly. One of the nineteen regions.

if we’re going back to Robin Hood lore, these locations all get way more complicated . I’m choosing to believe that Locksley is the smallest town/holding, located within the larger Nottingham/Nottinghamshire County, which is located in the region of Westerley, in the USA. That’s four levels of governance to deal with. Yay, local politics!

Are the nineteen regions of the USA mostly kingdoms? Do they each have a royal/noble family? We know that each of the classic Disney Princesses has a kingdom, but are there multiple kingdoms per region? Are some regions not considered kingdoms?

In conclusion:

I’m more confused than when I started.

Someday I’m going to make a master list of all the movies I want to fit into this world and just spend an entire weekend making a region/kingdom/town map for Auradon so I can keep track of the nineteen (19) regions.

I got really fixated on this nineteen regions thing while reading, and will be structuring my personal headcanons for Auradon government around this number.

[joesalw]

It's really interesting to see how swifties create their narratives to their own swift world. Looking at the more recent examples of their mass clown hysteria:

I remember the Joe Fairy Tale, after folklore's release: "Oh, she had exes who made fun of her music but now she has her soulmate who writes love songs with her!" Lmao, sure. If you can stomach the corniness of it all, you can possibly find it to be actually a very sweet sentiment. But if you really look, the part about exes who scoff at her songs is a reach about Jake G (which is insane if you think about it, this was an ex of a million years ago, but oh well), which is an interpretation that they got from her songs and just ran with it. They're shitting on an ex to compliment a current bf.

Now, Joe tied her down and put her in a tower, and Travis is the new prince. The All American Boy has come to her rescue, she's bringing her back to us! USA! USA! Which is a conclusion they also got from her songs and indirect shade. She never truly addresses it, but simply hands the material for her cult to do as they please. Her stans are glad to stop pretending that they see her as her own woman and a real person and starts to joyfully define her entirely on the men she's been with. And scene.

I'm actually curious about what's the next narrative. Travis is a wild card and he might end up doing something crazy. Or not. Maybe swifties will switch it up a bit and not hunt him for sport, who knows. I, naively expected that they had retired such methods and would leave Joe alone, lol. But her queen has commanded them and as always they're ready to serve.

Sorry for the long text. I'd love to watch a documentary about this crazy behavior in a couple of decades in the future, that of course if miss americana doesn't private jet us all out of an existence.

on point

[politelymenacing]

Thinking about the Crimmlet wearing an oversized England shirt and being so excited for the World Cup final that she can barely sit still on the sofa to watch it between Trent and Ted (who is still sulking a little bit over USA getting knocked out).

And about Jamie using his England connections to get a Mary Earps shirt for Phoebe because she is her favourite player and is upset Nike refuse to sell the replica goalkeeper shirt.

And about Shannon taking a break from training with the AFC Richmond Women's team to watch the final with all the other players.

And about Rebecca flying Nora out to see the final in Australia (they go first class on a Qantas flight because Nora refuses to take Rebecca's private jet).

And about Keeley doing a series of TikTok videos with everyone at AFC Richmond to show their support for the Lionesses. Amongst others, there's one with all the women who work at Richmond, one with Macy Greyhound wearing a little England kit, and a montage of times the English AFC Richmond himbos made Roy growl by jumping out and singing "It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming, FOOTBALL'S COMING HOME" at him.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running from the Flames {17}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, fluff, panic attack - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven* || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen || Sixteen || Seventeen || Eighteen || under construction

Ilies was kind enough to take Pierre, Addie and I to the airport early on Monday morning. Pierre had put his Audi on one of the car transporters heading to Alpine’s mechanical headquarters in Paris and he would pick it up from there later in the week when he returned for some training. With the next race being in Canada there was a two week break so he was going to spend a few days in London with us as long as he kept up his fitness routine. 

I was apparently the one in charge of making sure that happened but his personal trainer might have been shocked to hear that my idea of exercise involved us tangled in bedsheets. I kept that to myself of course and just agreed. As long as I got to watch while Pierre worked out in my home gym then it was a win-win to me.

“Thanks for the lift, Granny,” I said as I kissed her cheeks after boarding the private jet. 

“It’s on the way to New York so it’s no hassle, honey. Are you sure you don’t want to come to Fashion Week with me?”

I grimaced at the idea. “And have you try to use me as a model again, no thanks.”

“What?” she asked innocently as she buckled up into her seat. “You’ve got the legs for it.”

“She’s not wrong,” Pierre whispered in my ear. “They are very sexy.”

I elbowed him lightly but he just laughed it off and I continued on my way down the aisle. Two rows down I found dad, who was half asleep, and heading home to see mum. I sat Addie into the seat beside him and buckled her in before setting up her latest animated fixation, Mulan, on the screen in front of her. 

“Let mummy know if you need to go to the loo,” I reminded her before pulling the earphones over her head.

There was no reason to be all sat together so I passed the last two rows before sitting down. There was only the galley behind us but since the flight was a little over two hours I doubted anyone would ask for refreshments and we would be left alone.

“Are you okay?” I asked as we hit some turbulence coming into Heathrow and Pierre clutched the armrest between us. His eyes were closed and his lips pressed in a firm line as he nodded his head. He had been uneasy since takeoff but repeatedly lied and said he was fine. “You couldn’t have picked a sport with more travel if you tried.”

“I’m fine with flying…until it gets bumpy.” He let me pull his hand from the leather material and replaced it with my own as we watched the GPS of the plane inching closer to the airport. 

“Miss Vowles, Mr Gasly, if you could please fill these out before we land that would be wonderful,” the stewardess said as she handed me three Passenger Locator Forms before moving on to dad.

I filled out mine and Addie’s while Pierre did his but he took a little longer since he wasn’t a UK Citizen like us and had more pages to complete. I actually had dual citizenship through the ‘grandfather scheme’ which meant I was entitled to apply for citizenship where my parents and grandparents were citizens. Legally, I could hold a passport of Mexico, the USA and the United Kingdom but I preferred to use my UK one since it had the least restrictions.

If Erik ever tried to petition for access to Addie and won, then she could have all three passports and a Norwegian one too.

The thought turned my mood sour and as we touched down on British soil I began to rue my decision to come back. I knew I needed to be here to pack up the house for the move and visit Dr Pascoe in person but there was always a little storm cloud in the back of my mind when I was in London. 

The city was tainted of memories with Erik, the restaurants we had eaten at, the cinemas we have gone to. I couldn’t even drive near Islington because that was where our house had been. Just thinking about it had the walls of the plane closing in around me and I reached for the paper bag in the storage pocket.

The paper crinkled in and out with each breath, the speed too fast for any rational thought and shadows moved around me until two faces came into focus.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” dad said but it was hard to catch the slippery words as my head swam. “Deep breath, in through your nose. Do it with me.” I tried to copy him but my intake was as shaky as my hands. “Good girl, now out through your mouth, nice and slow.”

My clothes felt too tight and my hair clung to my clammy forehead and I tried to brush it away but my hands were shaking too much. The strands of hair remained and I grew frustrated.

“I’ve got it, Bri, just focus on breathing,” Pierre said as he brushed it back for me. A cool damp cloth came to rest on my forehead and I closed my eyes as I leant back in the seat. “Mama’s alright, princesse.”

My eyes flashed open to see Addie looking afraid and I opened my arms for her. “Mummy was just a little overwhelmed, sweetie, I’m sorry it scared you.”

“Was it a bad dream again?” she asked as she clung tight to me.

“Kind of. You know, I could do with your help.” She perked up at the idea of helping and listened intently. “We have no food at home, so I need you to choose where we will have brunch. You don’t have to tell me now, but why don’t you hop back in your seat and have a think about it while we land.”

“Come on, little bug,” dad guided her away, his own worried stare looking back at me as he went. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Pierre asked when we were alone but I shook my head.

“No, I just want to erase the memories of this place.” I tipped my head onto his shoulder and looked up at him. “Tell me that it’s possible.”

He kissed my forehead and I cringed as I realised I was a sweaty mess but he didn’t seem to care as he wrapped an arm around me. “I don’t know about erasing them, but we can make new ones instead.”

–

We landed without a fuss and while we were taxiing to the terminal we started to say our goodbyes before we would part ways. Dad was already out of his seat, ignoring the seatbelt sign, and kneeling next to Granny having quiet words with each other before they both looked at me with concern. 

Dad rose to his feet and let Addie climb up for a hug, a bright smile deepening the wrinkles at the corners of Granny’s eyes. “I’m going to miss you, honey. You let me know if you want to come visit alright? We’ll get rid of that posh accent in no time.”

“Don’t want you to go, Granny,” she replied with a trembling lip.

Betty sniffled and blinked away the tears that quickly built along her waterline. “You’re going to make me ruin my makeup.”

“You’d still look beautiful,” I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the visit and the ride.”

“Of course, you’re welcome to use it whenever you need, especially trying to juggle work, motherhood and a long distance relationship,” she said looking between Pierre and I. “Take all the help you can get to make it work.”

Pierre’s hand took mine and gave it a squeeze while I answered through my widening smile. “I might take you up on that.”

The Gulfstream had come to a stop and I saw two cars parked outside the little window as the stewardess opened the door. Dad would take one to the domestic terminal for his next flight to Manchester while we would be in the other heading home to Twickenham. 

“Oh, and Damien, give my love to Otmar when you see him,” Granny said with a fond smile for the man she thought of as the second child she never had. “I’ll see you in Italy, unless I decide to pop by before that. Never know when I might need a holiday at my age.”

“Mom, you’re retired.”

She scoffed and waved him off. “I retired from designing but I still own the company, dear. I can’t trust anyone else to run it right, unless it’s family.” Her eyes darted to me and I held my hands up.

“Don’t finish that thought, Granny, I’m an engineer - I like tinkering with mechanics and engines.”

“I’ve heard Pierre’s a man of fashion and business or so the internet tells me. You could always marry him. Just an idea, honey.” She sent me a wink and I stumbled over my feet, nearly sending myself out down the steps. “Take care of my precious babies, Mr Gasly.”

“Nothing would make me happier,” he replied with such sincerity that I missed the step in front of me and his hand shot out, catching my arm and pulling me back. “Was that a test?”

“No,” I sighed and blew a strand of hair out of my face with a huff. “That's just how clumsy I am. Let’s go before I break my neck and never get to walk down the aisle Granny’s busy daydreaming about now.”

“I’ve had the design of your wedding dress waiting since you were 18. You tell me when to start sewing it.”

“Bye Granny, bye Matthew!” I concentrated on walking down the stairs with an amused Pierre behind me carrying Addie and dad coming down last. 

“Your mother said she’s blocked out her calendar for Wednesday if you can come to dinner.”

I looked at Pierre since he was meant to be flying to Paris on Thursday morning and Addie and I would be flying into Rouen to meet him on Saturday. “It’s a four hour drive.”

“It shouldn’t be difficult to change my flight to leave from Manchester instead, if you want to stay the night?”

I nodded to dad, “it’s a tentative yes but I’ll let you know once he’s checked the flights. Addie say bye-byes to grandad.”

Our farewells were far quicker and our luggage had already been put into the cars by the time we were finished and going our own separate ways. I would have preferred to have my own car but it was at home after getting a cab to the airport when we left two weeks ago but thankfully it wasn’t peak rush hour and it wasn’t too far to get home.

“Addie, have you decided where you want to eat?”

“The dog park!”

Pierre looked aghast as he spun in his passenger seat at the front and I laughed at the face he pulled. “It’s just a cafe that happens to be on the same block as a dog park. It’s called Ivy and she knows it too,” I said as I tickled Addie’s toes for being a little trickster. “It’s just around the corner from our house so we can drop the bags off first and walk.”

He relaxed back into his seat knowing he wasn’t going to be eating in a dog park and I scoured the inside pockets of my handbag until I found my keys. I gripped the remote to the front gate as the driver pulled onto our street and suddenly had a new fear - had I tidied the house before we left? No. The answer was, no. I had been running around like a madwoman trying to get Addie ready so I decided the toys on the floor and unfolded washing on the couch could wait for my return.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath and Pierre’s eyes shot to me through the little mirror on his sun visor, his eyebrow cocked in a silent question. “My house is a fucking mess.”

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