#//and then i remebered kiwis....

[quillpokebiology]

So how do you feel about all this…shiny breeding discourse??

Alright, this is gonna be a controversial one.

I'm putting a cut here because it explains some gross birthing processes, and I dont want to make anyone queasy. For anyone who doesn't want to read it, the tldr; no. I hate breeding for shinies bcuz of what it leads to.

I have.... very strong opinions on shiny breeding. On one hand, in theory, you're doing what most breeders do, right? You're breeding pokemon to get an acquired trait that you want. The people at @pokemonpetfinder do that all the time. But the difference is that the shinism gene is so, so rare. And by continuing to breed these pokemon for a shiny, you have a lot of extra eggs and babies and a tired mother/parents.

Okay, so you drop the eggs or babies off at shelters, so no harm done, right? But due to how rare shiny pokemon are (1/8,192) you have so MANY extra babies/eggs, and the shelters near you can't possibly take all of them. Overpopulation at shelters can become an issue, and that's when euthanasia starts.

But okay, fine. Lets say the shelters are ablw to care for them. What about the egg-laying/birthing pokemon? We don't talk enough about how much damage carrying eggs can do to your body. I'm using Venomoth as an example here, because I've seen a situation like this with a Venomoth. Do you know how big Venomoth eggs are compared to them? I'll show you

Doesn't seem like much, right? That's until you realize that being moths, the lay a lot of eggs at time, sometimes up to 20 in one litter. You ever seen a gravid venomoth? They get super big, and it's painful. They can't fly because it's too heavy too, so they just have to wait until they can lay their eggs. And the hole is small and has to expand so much to get an egg out. Do you really want to put a venomoth through that, over and over again?

And even it's not a venomoth situation, where the eggs are normal for the egg-laying mother's size, gravid/pregnancy and birthing is still the worst. Nursing can be painful, headaches, sorness, tiredness, irrability, raging hormones that can effect your mood, etc, etc. You really want to put a pokemon through that over and over? That can be traumatizing for them! Trust me; I've seen shiny breeding facilities. Even with drugs used to get the shinism gene (I'll save that for a different post), it's still rare, and the mother's still have to go through so much. It's horryifiying entering one of those places.

But it's fine. You got your shiny. That's what matters, right?

[we-are-maladaptive]

Breeding ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧ Stock

Shouto Todoroki x Cowgirl!Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

CONTENTS: smut, breeding (duh), pussy pounding (teehee), hybrids, talks of past abuse, lactation kink, shouto is like in his late 20, early 30s, loss of virginity, master/pet dynamics, oral (f reciev.) Word Count: 2.7k (Proofread! :D)

It seems like people like you are not so lucky as humans. Humans get to do whatever they want, whenever they want, and it’s not fair. Being strapped in a cage all day long.. waiting for someone to take you home n’ milk you dry, maybe breed you.

Breed... you hated that word. You just wanted a life where you could be free, and not have to worry about being someone’s pet. Unfortunately for you, you were one of the best stocks in the farm. The freshest of milk, and the prettiest of faces. This meant that you were being dragged for display almost every time a rich, old buyer came around, flaunting your pretty tits and perky nipples through the thin fabric of your white dress. Praying that the price tag clipped to your ear will be enough to drive them away... sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes the buyers will get a little too close, so when they get a bite on the finger or arm and they scurry away, a few lashes at your behind is better than staying with those creeps.

One day, though, another rich man comes inside... he’s a handsome man, and looks way more decent then the crooks that usually come in the store. You hear one of the clerks scurry in his direction-

..”Oh my! Hello good sir! What are you in for today?”

“I’m here to purchase a cow.”

“Oh! I see. Is there any type you are interested in?”

“...Your best cow.”

A pair of heavy footsteps were walking to your cage, but you didn’t pay any mind to it, too engrossed in your own thoughts. You were always so shaky during a time like this, what if the price, or a bite on the arm, isn’t enough to drive them away? You can’t stay here forever...

“I’ll take her.”

Your head perked up immediately.

“O-oh! Are you sure you want to buy her? You haven’t even touched her ye-”

“I said I’ll take her. Do I need to repeat myself again?”

“Of course not sure! The price is 300,000 yen. She’s of high value.”

You looked the man in the eyes, his gaze softened when he met your eyes, maybe because they were currently filled with fear.

His eyes met the clerk again.

“...Seems fair. Lead me to the paperwork. If there's anything else I need to know, do tell me.”

...

You were terrified.

This man was large, and could easily overpower you. You stood no chance against him, so you stayed quiet and timid in the back of his car.

“Where...where going?” Dumb thing. Could barely manage to understand a few words.

“..We are heading home. You won’t be familiar, but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

Home? You have never had a home before, always stuck in the cage. He said it so gently too, maybe it’s worthless to be so panicky.. he seems sincere.

“Moo..”

...

When he pulled into the driveway, you expected to be dragged into the house, but he held you so softly. So gentle then you felt almost compelled to follow him, and that's what you did.

“Hungry..”

“You’re hungry, hm? What do you usually eat?”

“..Moo?”

He sighed. He wasn’t going to get very far when it came to communication. It seemed as though you could only understand basic words. The man fed you plenty of fresh strawberries, and kiwi. Much to your delight, since all you ate back at the farm was slop filled with hormone inducing protein.

“Who?” Is what you asked him. If you were going to stay here, you at least needed a name. “Shouto, is my name.”

“Sho...shoto..?”

“Yes, you got it.”

Shouto. That was his name. It’s not very hard to pronounce either.

It started to get late, and you had a hobby of following him wherever he went. He could tell by the clank of the cowbell he placed around your neck.

“Sleep?” He assumed you were tired after the trip. You followed him around to this somewhat pile of pillows and a blanket. It was soft, but still sturdy, since it was placed on the floor.

...

The next morning was filled with ache. You felt so heavy. Practically dragging across the floor into his room where he slept. You stared up at him and whined until he started to stir.

“Mmm..what is it?”

“Hurts.” It did hurt, the ache in your hard breasts was hard to ignore at this point. Milk threatening to spill all over and make a mess on the floor if you moved the wrong way.

“Right. I know, come here...”

He pulled down the top of your dress, and your breasts spilled over. He gently grabbed one, and sucked.

It was such a strange feeling.. it was reliving, but your nipples were so sensitive, you couldn't help but whine whenever he sucked so hard. The rich, warm milk flowed into his mouth, and when he began to coax you into his bed, you flinched a little.

“No... no breed.”

“No?” He was rather confused. One the papers and documentaries he read prior, it seemed that almost all cows loved to be bred and filled to the brim. It seemed you were the exception though. It was understandable though, and he wasn’t going to make you do anything you weren’t uncomfortable with, yet.

“Alright. Are you feeling better?” 

You nodded. You were still sleepy though, since it was still early in the morning. You snuggled up against him, much to his surprise. Seems like you like his mattress more than the floor.

“Nuh-uh. You need a bath before you can get in my bed, missy.”

“Huff.”

...

It was around 9AM now. This bath was a lot more soothing then you thought it would be. While you were marveling at the bubbles in the bath, Shouto sat at the edge, but he was internally struggling a bit...

Your body looked amazing.

The way droplets of water ran from your hair into the crevice of your breasts. When you lifted yourself up a bit to get out of the water, he could see the fat of your ass, and even a little peek at your cunt too <3.

Shouto wasn't aware of what you were doing right now, probably wandering around the house, but he wasn't worried about that recently. Right now, he wanted to figure out how to make you more.. comfortable. You had pushed away his advance to fuck you earlier, and he was currently fighting the urge to find you bend you over, but that's not very comforting. He understood that you had just gotten here, and it was a very sudden change.

After a while, he decided that the best course of action was patience, and to let you feel a little more at home via gifts or just exploration. He had gotten you a pretty decorated bell that went around your neck, and would let you snuggle with him on his bed as long as you showered or didn't run around in the grass looking for butterflies in his garden. His bed was very soft, and you cried and whined at him whenever it was time to get up.

After a week of being there, you felt a lot more at home. You were able to get down the basic layout of the house now, so you no longer got lost. It was a very large house, and so you would wail for Shouto, so he could come find wherever you were.

It was late into the evening now. You once again lay in Shouto's large garden tub, Shouto was also in the tub behind you, gently scrubbing away the mud on your shoulders, you were extra dirty after planting face-first into the ground. You tripped over yourself after trying to snatch a pretty monarch butterfly. Shouto helped you with wiping the dirt off your face when he found you, but still got himself dirty in the process thanks to you swinging your muddy tail around.

...Once you were finally clean in the tub, that's when Shouto decided to advance. He pressed you back onto his chest, and placed his hand on the lower part of your stomach. You tilted your head to look at him, curious to see what he was doing. You shuddered slightly when he pressed his lips on your neck, right above your collarbone. You tensed when he started to suckle on your neck, so he used his other hand to caress your thigh, and lifted it upward to hand over the edge of the tub, he did the same with the other leg. Your legs were now draped over the tub, giving him access to your more intimate area. He stopped sucking on your neck and again placed his hand on your lower stomach, sliding down very slowly. He whispered in your ear when you started to whimper; "Shhh, I promise I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me.'' You started to melt in his hands, he's taken good care of you ever since you got here, so you should be able to trust him. You were just scared. Scared because of the things you witnessed back at that old barn. Looking at Shouto's different colored eyes makes everything numb, so you nodded at him. He softly smiled at you, and slid his hand on top of your cunt. You stiffened slightly, so he didn’t toy with you just yet, he wanted you to get comfortable first. When Shouto felt you slightly relax into his arms, he smiled at your soft whimper, because now he had placed a calloused finger onto your swollen clit, rubbing in slow circles.

“How’s that feeling, baby?” He was taunting you now, his fingers slowly picking up the pace, stilling you with his other hand when you started grinding your hips into his fingers. “Ah….ah..” You were really trying, you were. Nothing was coming out of your mouth coherent enough for him to understand, but it was enough to make him chuckle at your attempts, a simple puff of air from his nose.

The fingers on your clit were relentless now, the circles had gotten faster, and it was hard not to buck away from his touches. Something in your core was aching to be let out, but you had no idea what it was. Your whimpers turned to soft moans, and soft moans turned into a mixture of inaudible pleas, hiccuped sobs, and loud whines. You didn’t know what you were begging for, but Shouto did. You were on the edge, you slammed your eyes shut in preparation for what was about to happen, but it never came. A disappointed noise came from your lips, and Shouto let out a light laugh at your pouty face. “Don’t worry my dear, I’ll take care of you soon enough.” He pressed a kiss to your ear and whispered something that made you shudder;

“I want you to cum on my cock, love.” With that, he lifted you from the tub, earning him a squeak from you. Using the heat of his body to dry you both at an unfathomable speed, and when he deemed you “dry” enough, he hoisted you over his shoulder and dropped you on the edge of the bed in a playful manner. He gave you no room to complain or whine at him, and instead dragged your rear towards his face as he kneeled down on the floor. Your mouth was opened to protest, but before you could manage to get a word in, your thoughts changed immediately as his mouth started to suckle on your clit. Instead, you let out a loud moan at his ministrations.

He hummed in content at your cries, and the vibrations furthered your pleasure. After a minute, he slid his index finger into your walls, curling upwards in hopes to find that soft spot, and he did. You threw your head backwards, and let out a cry of pleasure. When he deemed you wet enough, he placed another finger in. Curling up into that soft spot in your cunt, and he picked up a nice rhythm too. He curled his fingers particularly hard, which made you slam your hand over your mouth, much to his displeasure. He stood up from his position and pulled you upwards into the pillows of the bed, your legs now bent over his shoulders. He tilted your chin upwards when you tried to look down to see what was about to go inside you, however he wouldn’t let you. If you did see it, you’d probably freak out by how large it was, so it was best to avoid that. 

“You’re still so shaky, sweetie. I promise I’ll be very gentle with you, yeah? I don’t want to break you after all.” He smiled down at you when you nodded at him, your teeth biting at your plush lips and eyes slamming shut as you felt the rather large tip of his length prodding at your entrance. “Shh.. hey, you're okay. Look at me. I want to see the look in your eyes as I’m deep inside you, love.” As your eyes slowly opened you decided to grip at the sheets instead, if you bit your lip too hard it would bleed. He buried his face into your neck, as he couldn’t contain his groans and grunts either, opting to release them into your neck, his breath on your collarbone sending shivers down your spine, you could feel him gripping the sheets, and you could feel his cock prodding deeper into your sopping pussy. It hurt, it really did, but it was hard to focus on the pain when he held you so softly.

You had never felt any type of affection in your life, back at that barn. This pain was nothing compared to the lashes you used to receive back there whenever you made any type of mistake. His love was foreign to you, his touches, his affection. It was not what you expected when you first came here. You had thought he was like the others, he’d take, take and take some more until there was nothing left of you. To your surprise however he was giving you something. Giving you food, love, affection, something you’d never thought you would receive. This pain was nothing, nothing at all.

You weren’t really given any room to think when the pain did subside.

Pleasure. Pleasure in its rawest, most carnal form. It was something you never felt up until now. It was like electricity, flowing up and down every vein in your body, it was the only thing you could focus on, if you tried to focus on anything else you might break into pieces. Shouto was saying something, but it was drowned out by your cries. Everything seemed like a blur, the noises of your skin slapping together, your moaning, his grunts, all of it was hazy, other than the overwhelming sensation in between your legs.

Panic crawled its way up your spine when that sensation got a little too intense to handle, that feeling from earlier, something wanting to snap inside. Your breathing got sporadic and irregular, and Shouto noticed and hushed you.

“Hey.. it’s okay. Let go for me, yeah? I got you, you’re safe.”

You tried to plead with him, with the little English you were taught, but he wasn’t having it. He knew what was best for you, afterall.

You tried too hard to hold it in, but when he placed his fingers on your clit again, you knew you couldn’t contain it any longer.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream, head thrown back, your hair a mess, and nails raking at his back.                                   .. and then everything went quiet for a while.

Your eyes felt heavy when you woke up. You weren’t out for long, it was still early into the night, the moon still shone in the same place as when you and Shouto were- oh.“Hi, sleepyhead.” You jumped slightly as the voice beside you, groggy and yet still full of love. Shouto’s hair is a mess, just like yours. Instead of speaking, you instead decided to nuzzle your face into his neck, and he replied with a hum. He kissed your forehead and stroked your back, it couldn’t be any better than this. All those years of isolation and abandonment, you have finally found something good, someone good in your life. You couldn’t bear to see him leave you.

Shouto was about half asleep when his ears perked up to the sound of someone sniveling, it was you. You were crying, in his arms. He pulled your face out, as it was still buried in his neck, and examined your watery eyes and red puffy cheeks with a frown on his face.

“Please… don’t leave me.”

He smiled softly at you, kissing your tears away. “I won’t ever leave you, I promise.”

With that, you both fell asleep. Even though you were a cow, you were still a girl. You had at least half the mind to think of girly things, which included dreaming of what you and Shouto’s kids would look like, and what you would name them. 

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[silverlurix]

Hello! I'm Silver

I also go by silv / spagettie / anya / any other names or nicknames Funfacts about me I am a kiwi newzelander, I LOVE TO DRAW<3 been drawing since as long as i can remeber but took a break in 2020 so basically have been pratcing more now. I play ponytown, and I like to watch shows and stuff and hang with friends

[shamblz]

Thoughts about tv I've had rotating in my mind and needed to get out because I actually really enjoyed GSCE media and although my knowledge of media is not great I do like to think about it from time to time

So task master series 16 was really good and I was kinda in the mood for more so I'm watching the NZ version since that's also available on channel 4 and I think it's very interesting from a "viewer" perspective cuz the UK is quite good at making and exporting game shows there a long history of it and TM has obviously been quite successful and it works well as a game show because even though its still formulaic in its creation the tasks are varied and allow for much more creative freedom for comedy so it doesn't get boring but also it's undeniable that a big part of what makes TM good is that Alex Horne and Greg Davies are absolute weirdos who are fully committed to the bit to the point where it almost seems to have become an integral part of the shows formula such that when you watch the kiwi version you can kinda see the hosts almost try and lean into it as if they've made a conscious choice to emulate Horne and Davies but the chemistry between them just isn't there and they've gotten more natural as time has gone on (I've just started s2) but you could really feel the teleprompter being read by them, and tbh you can for UK as well but they almost manage to lean into it at times and I'm sure I remeber a joke or 2 about it from the UK guys, but it's so interesting to me to see the NZ guys kinda try and play Davies and Horne who themselves are at least somewhat playing characters hyperbolic versions of themselves and their much more natural feeling chemistry, what I'm trying to get at is the idea of the NZ hosts playing roles equivalent to the UK hosts because that dynamic is package and parcel with the concept of TM itself and the way you see them clearly acting to try and mimic the roles and it has gotten more natural over time but it feels almost like they're holding themselves back by not just letting a more natural banter come though

Tldr: I'm intrigued by the implication that the TM copyrighted formula seems to include the dynamic between hosts

Additional point of within a few episodes of uk TM I saw that actually it's Alex Hornes creation and realised that Greg Davies for all his pomp and dominant behaviour is essentially just a very loud figurehead for the series when it's really Hornes creation and that really does add an extra layer to their dynamic that's just very juicy tbh and I don't think there's really an NZ equivalent for that I think they're just 2 guys?? Idk who makes the tasks for them

[ninjnerd-anaklusmos]

Satan's Tracks (not talk him, he angy)

My Satan Playlist

1. Cool Kids; Echosmith

2. Radioactive; Imagine Dragons

3. Roar; Katy Perry

4. Angry Too; Lola Blanc

5. Middle Finger; Bohnes

6. Play With Fire; Sam Tinnez, Yacht Money

7. STFD; TeZATTalks

8. Control; Halsey

9. parents; YUNGBLOOD

10. like that; Bea Miller

11. I'm Not Okay; Citizen Soldier

12. Joke's On You; Charlotte Lawrence

13. vicious; Tate McRae

14. Sabotage; Bebe Rexha

15. Castle; Halsey

16. I'm Gonna Show You Crazy; Bebe Rexha

17. Burned; Grace VanderWaal

18. Look What You Made Me Do; Taylor Swift

19. Confident; Demi Lovato

20. Just Like Fire; P!nk

21. This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things; Taylor Swift

22. Twisted; MISSIO

23. Teeth; 5 Seconds of Summer

24. Dancing With Our Hands Tied; Taylor Swift

25. Devils Don't Fly; Natalia Kills

26. Born Without a Heart; Faouzia

27. Who Am I; Besomorph, RIELL

28. Lover; Taylor Swift

29. Daddy Issues; The Neighbourhood

30. Teacher's Pet; Melanie Martinez

31. Savage; Bahari

32. Fighter; Glee Cast

33. All I Want; Olivia Rodrigo

34. Blood // Water; grandson

35. Cradles; Sub Urban

36. Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; Set It Off, William Beckett

37. Mind Is A Prison; Alec Benjamin

38. Mansion; NF, Fleurie

39. New Americana; Halsey

40. Hello Kitty; Avril Lavigne

41. bury a friend; Billie Eilish

42. Demons; Imagine Dragons

43. Enemy Fire; Bea Miller

44. I'll Be Good; Jaymes Young

45. Better Of This Way; A Day To Remeber

46. La La Lainey; Forever The Sickest Kids

47. Bleeding Out; Imagine Dragons

48. Who I Am; The Score

49. Salvation; Gabrielle Aplin

50. End of Me; Ashes Remain

51. Disturbia; The Sequence

52. Fire On Fire; Sam Smith

53. BLAME IT ON THE KIDS; AViVA

54. Monsters; Ruelle

55. I Kissed A Boy; Jupither

56. Outrunning Karma; Alec Benjamin

57. Burning House; Nico Collins

58. How Do You Love Someone; Ashley Tisdale

59. Irreplacable; Madilyn Paige

60. DNA; Lia Marie Johnson

61. all my friends are fake; Tate McRae

62. Demons; Alec Benjamin

63. Armor; Landon Austin

64. Gasoline; Halsey

65. Redemption; Besomorph, Coopex, RIELL

66. 911; Ellise

67. The Devil Within; Digital Daggers

68. These Are The Lies; The Cab

69. Hey You Beautiful; Olly Murs

70. King; Years & Years

71. Lilith; Halsey

72. Soldier, Poet, King; Annapantsu

73. Kiss My (Uh Oh); Anne-Marie, Little Mix

74. Kiwi; Harry Styles

75. Don't Start Now; Dua Lipa

76. Prisoner; Dua Lip, Miley Cyrus

77. Darkside; grandson

78. hey little girl; sophiemarie.b

79. Going Under; Evanescence

80. Hostage; Besomorph, RIELL

81. Top of the World; Greek Fire

82. Walls Could Talk; Halsey

83. Butterflies; Zendaya

84. Runnin'; Adam Lambert

85. Nothing Ever Changes; Nico Collins

86. Borderline; Nico Collins

87. Can't Help Falling In Love; Annapantsu

88. abcdefu; GAYLE

89. Can We Dance; The Vamps

90. Girl Crush; Harry Styles

91. Ember; Katherine McNamara

92. Bellyache; Billie Eilish

[elwhattasmo]

Chapter Two

I had decided to ignore the message I got, it's been a while since we'd spoken and to be completely honest I wasn't even sure where we stood as friends. But hey I guess I'll find out when I get there or hopefully not.

Getting back to my rented apartment I put my bag on the floor beside the couch before going to my closet and pulling out my big suitcase. I'd be given little to no time to get my affairs in order so my game plan was to pack and then call my landlord, I'll still be paying the rent so there shouldn't be any real issue.

Packing a bit of everything I then called everyone who needed to know I would be gone. It was already past 10:00pm when I was done so I decided to order in and a quick shower.

My mind kept going back to the text from Riley or as most people in the wrestling world know him as El Phantasmo, it would've been in the middle of the night in Japan when he text, technically there wasn't any real history between us, not officially anyway, I mean two people who were acquaintances who made a deal to sometimes help relief some frustrations, sounds simple until they spend time together without any funny business and become sort of friends. See not complicated at all.

Once I was out of the shower and in fresh pjs there was a knock at the door, digging into my pizza, I heard my phone ping again.

Jay Orange: Just heard the news! When do you get here?

Sophie: Flight leaves tomorrow so I get there Saturday I think

Jay Orange: I'll pick you up from the airport if you want?

Sophie: Sounds better then an hour cab ride thanks

Jay Orange: Dont mention it let me know flight times I've gotta run see you at the airport

Sophie: Laters

After I placed the left over pizza into a container I ran threw my nightly routine and went into bed, dreaming of my journey into a new chapter of my life.

---------------------------------

The next day was absolutely hell! Everything felt like it went wrong up until I got into my flight seat, during the chaos I'd remeber to let Jay know flight times and what time I'd be landing.

The flight went by smoother then I'd expected and I was relieved when I got out of the airport, closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths I soon heard the familiar kiwi accent,

"You look rough" he laughed while walking over to greet me with a quick hug

"Thanks Jay appreciate it"

"I'm joking considering you've spent a whole day travelling you look great"

"And your a kiss ass"

We both laughed as jay grabbed both of my suitcases refusing my attempt at help, after all they are my bags. Reaching his rental car he put my things in the trunk as I settled in for the hour journey to the hotel. After 10 minutes Jay decided to bring up the elephant in the room,

"So er... Does Riley know your here?"

"Er... Yeah he actually was the first to message me about it... Must've been the middle of the night here when he found out"

"Have you two spoke about your whole situation?"

"No not really... We said we would last time I left here but we never got round to it so things are pretty awkward between us"

"Well if it helps give you peace of mind hes single" he said with that signature smirk

"Shut up dork... Let's talk about your life hows married life treating ya?"

"It's fantastic Savanna is amazing as always"

"She really is great you've got yourself someone special there"

"You never know Soph you might find someone yourself this trip"

"I'm starting to wish I got that cab"

Once we arrived at the hotel I got checked in and made it up to my floor as I was sliding the key through the lock the door next to mine opened and out walked the last person I wanted to see.

[drethanramslay]

Part 1: Adara

Pairing: Aurora x MC (Iris Everette)

Author's note: Hey guys! Here is the first installment of the mini series. Hope you like it and enjoy it.

Songs: Kiwi by Harry Styles and Nervous by the Neighborhood

Tagging: @agent-breakdance @miyakokurono

Warning: PG, slight swearing and violence and some fluff

Iris rode on her motorbike, feeling the fall wind sting her through her leather jacket. It was five am and there were hardly any people on the usual busy streets of Boston.

Iris enjoyed these moments. Riding her motorcycle, feeling the wind ruffle her red hair, making her look like a tantalizing flame, easy to see, hard to catch. The sun was slowly rising, and peaking through the various buildings as if it was playing hide and seek.

In these moments she felt free. Almost liberated.

But, such moments don't last very long. She saw the hospital's great glass facade and pulled into the parking lot. She took out her helmet and shook her windswept hair. She picked up her messenger bag and walked towards the entrance of the building.

She spotted Dr. Naveen Banerji stepping out of his car. "Hey Chief! Good morning." She called out. Naveen's kind eyes stopped at the red head and he smiled. "Well, a very good morning to you too, Dr. Everette." She waited patiently for the older diagnostician, so that they could walk into the hospital together.

"So, I saw Declan Nash yesterday in the foyer. Is it true that he got his own office here?" Iris said slowly, side eyeing the chief. Dr. Banerji was the most diplomatic person she had met, and was a very good actor. Hell, he had the entire hospital fooled regarding his illness. So when she saw him grimace, she knew that it was true.

Fucking cunt. It would only be a few minutes before my fist would bury into his mouse face.

"Yes Dr. Everette. That's apparently true. And I also learned that Ethan was responsible for this entire... transaction." ."But, Chief-" Iris began before Naveen held a hand up, stopping her.

"You don't need to explain it to me. I know how it went down. I don't blame him or you at all. Sometimes, we need to bite the bullet for the greater good." He said, with years of wisdom pouring out of him. Iris rarely respected authority, but there were very few people who she respected and Dr. Banerji was one of them.

Iris mulled over the words, lost in thought. Soon she reached the locker room where she saw her roommates, changing. "Hey frriiieenndsss." Iris said with a haunting voice.

The group burst into laughter as Jackie groaned. "For the love of Lord Ram, Iris stoppp." She grumbled as she tied her shoe laces. The previous week, on their day off, they had binged watch 'It lives in the woods' against Jackie's wishes. Jackie maybe as tough as a rock, but she despised horror. So they did the exact opposite. She disliked the 'black ghost thingy' and his obsessive need to say 'frrriiieeennnndsss'. She found it creepy and spooky. Spooky because, when Iris was going to bed, she saw Jackie sleeping with the lights on.

"C'mon Jackie. You know I love you right." She said as she nudged her shoulder. "Fuck off. I'm outta here." Jackie picked up her things and headed for the door.

"Don't forget, we are watching season 2 tomorrow night." Bryce hollered after her. She just flipped him off and walked out. Iris chuckled as she hung her jacket in her locker. She was just taking her shoes out when Bryce strolled and sat next to her on the bench.

"Well, your hair looks like sex hair. Who is the lucky someone??"

Iris just rolled her eyes. "Don't talk shit, scapel jockey. It is too early and I need a coffee or four to have the strength to deal with you." Bryce just laughed and stood up. "See you later bro. Dr. Tanaka allowed me to assist on a Whipple."

Iris whistled lowly. "Oh ho, Hotshot. Remeber me when you are famous."

She just shook her hair and smiled. She was in her underwear, reaching for her scrubs, when someone cat-called her. "Nice legs. Putting a show on for me, mia cara?"

Oh god, give me strength.

"Suck a dick, Vincenzo." She didn't bother looking at him as she slid her, scrubs on. He came forward and leaned at the locker adjacent to hers. "C'mon babe... It's meant to happen anywa-" She was done with his bullshit, so she opened the locker door, letting it bang on his face.

"Why you little-"

"Leave her alone, asshole." A husky feminine voice spoke out. Both of them turned to see Aurora standing there, with her hands in her waist and her eyes narrowed.

Iris' breath caught in her throat and she felt flustered. She usually was the one who made people flustered, which she found amusing. She wasn't one for all these- feelings. But, after she met Aurora, she couldn't help but be fascinated by her. She found the quiet, observent and intelligent resident intriguing and someone who she felt drawn to, like a siren.

"What are you going to do? Run to your auntie?" Vincenzo scoffed.

"No. After I am done fucking up your case, my aunt will almost look cute." She said cooly. Vincenzo's jaw dropped and he just turned tail and ran away.

During the entire exchange Iris, almost swooned. Operative word being, 'almost'.

"Careful Rory, it almost seems like you care for me." Iris said teasingly.

Aurora rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Princess. And, how many times do I have to tell you, my name is not RORY?!!"

"Well, I am gonna pretend that I didn't hear that. C'mon Rory, it's a beautiful day to save lives." Iris said as she dragged Aurora by the hand.

Aurora was caught off guard but she would be lying if she didn't enjoy the feeling of the redhead's warm hand in hers. She squeezed it gently and followed her for rounds.

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It was a crowded Friday night at Donahue's. Aurora hung her coat at the overflowing coat rack, praying to God that her coat won't become the new doormat for the pub. She then shoved her way towards her new roommates.

Roommates. That's a new term she was still getting used to. She never really had them before. She was from the hustling city of New York, before she shifted here for med school. She was a day scholar at Harvard Medical school and had stayed with her aunt.

She found herself a group of friends. She never really had friends before. She had learnt from a young age, that people always had an ulterior motive. She was basically royalty. They always wanted to impress her so that they could have a good word with her family.

Her mother was a famous actress, who had starred in various TV shows and movies. Her dad, was a nation renowned cardiac surgeon and her aunt was one of the leading neurosurgeons of the country.

Knowing her family history, it was but obvious that Aurora would get into medicine. As you expect a fish to swim in water, people expected her to nail her SATs and get into one of the best colleges in the nation.

She never really had the chance to decide her own path. She thought that she had escaped her overbearing parents when she shifted to Boston. Boy, she was wrong.

Her aunt's heart was in the right place but GOD, she was annoying. But, she was better than her parents. Anybody, would be better than her parents, who were just a bunch of robots who gave Ethan Ramsey a run for his money.

But, Iris changed that outlook. Iris really shook the walls she had spent years reinforcing. One look at her piercing green eyes, Aurora felt exposed. Usually, Aurora felt uncomfortable feeling this exposed. But with Iris....She was willing to take the leap.

But when she thought about Iris, she couldn't help but feel that she was still an enigma. She knew so very little about the young resident. She could see the fort, surrounding her. Iris maybe laid back and teased people incessantly but, there was so much more to her.

"Hey girl. Wassup?" Jackie greeted her. She shrugged and slid onto the barstool. "Same shit. Different day." Sienna spat her drink while Iris snorted. Jackie just smiled slyly. "Okay then."

"Rory, what do you want?" Iris asked, beside her.

I want to know more about you.

"The usual. Cherry vodka and soda." Iris nodded and then flagged down the barkeep.

"Hey Rory! How was your day?" Bryce asked.

Iris slapped his shoulder. "Only I can call her that. Be more creative, Lahela."

Aurora snickered and nudged Iris. "So overprotective."

"I am your knight in the shining armour. Get your facts checked, Rory." Iris exclaimed.

Everything was great, untill it wasn't.

Vincenzo was right behind Iris, trying to get to the bar table. It would have been completely normal if, he wouldn't have reached down to grab her ass.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. Iris turned around, grabbed his wrist, twisted it and pinned it to his back. He yelped but that didn't stop her. She slammed his head on the bar and kept him there. Collective gasps went around them and someone pulled the cord of the jukebox at the same time.

"Now, now Vincenzo. What have you done?" She asked, her voice so cold, that it sent a shiver down Aurora's spine.

"I-I didn't do anything!!" He sputtered.

She pulled his hand more, make him screech in pain. "Wrong answer. Try again."

He was sweating now. "I-I grabbed your ass."

"Correct. Now tell me, is it nice to molest people?" She asked sweetly.

"N-n-no." He gasped.

"Ding ding ding. That's the correct answer. Now listen to me, and listen good. Next time, if I see you anywhere near me or any girl, and try to manhandle her, I will skin your testicles. And don't feel for a moment think that I am joking. Because I am not." She said with acid dripping in her tone.

She lets him go. She straightens his tacky jacket and pats his cheek. She smiles. "Now run along, boy."

She turns around towards her drink and takes a sip of the smooth whiskey. Over the rim of her glass, she noticed the expressions of her friends and colleagues.

Sienna had her mouth open, with a lettuce hanging out.

Jackie, was stunned while, Bryce had a hand on his chest, taken aback.

Dr. Ramsey's eyes were as big as saucers, which was the most expression she had seen from him.

Aurora had a heated gaze.

And, Elijah had fainted.

"Elijah?!!" Iris rushed and shook his shoulder. He woke up disoriented. "Yeahhh I might have passed out after seeing something so scary."

"I don't know whether to be scared or be turned on." Bryce said, recovering first. "Well, I'm turned on." Aurora mumbled into her drink, so lowly that only Iris heard. Iris was as red as her hair.

"Well, remind me not to ever cross you Iris." Jackie said.

Iris laughed but her laughter was cut shot when she was pulled roughly of the chair by an angry Vincenzo. She was hurled into the table, hitting the back of her head, hard. Glass broke and cut her in the stomach.

She could see black spots in her vision and she froze. This blow reminded her of her personal hell. She was reminded of the monster, she had been running all her life from. The demons haunting her and reminding her that they are not very far away. That they would ways be there, right over her shoulder.

She stayed there, waiting for the next blow when she saw through her bleary vision, Dr. Ramsey and Bryce restraining Vincenzo.

"Hey, hey, HEY!!" Aurora said as she shook Iris' shoulders. "Stay awake for me Iris. We are taking you to the hospital to check for a concussion."

"Rory...stay..." Iris mumbled as she held onto Aurora.

"I'm here Iris. I am always here."

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Aurora flashed the light into Iris' eye for her neural check up. It blinded Iris and she slowly and painfully followed the source of light.

After a few moments, Aurora nodded to herself and switched off the light. "Good thing is that you don't have a concussion. Now about the gash on your stomach, I will stitch it up and give you a tetanus shot."

"But I'm sooooo sleepy." Iris said mid yawn.

Aurora chewed her lip, to come with something that could keep her awake. "Well, let's play the question game."

"Question game?" Iris asked amusingly. "Yap. I ask a question you give an honest answer and vive versa. You can even go first."

"Hmmm... favourite colour?"

"Forest green." Just like your eyes. She added mentally.

"Do you have any tattoos?" Aurora asked as she cut the shirt which was drenched in blood.

"Yeah... Two."

"I haven't seen them." Aurora as she lifted the t-shirt to rest below Iris' breasts.

Yup it it's a mess. She sighed and reached for antiseptic

"For that you might have to get me naked."

Aurora stopped in her tracks. She slowly turned to look at Iris who was giving a shit eating grin. Without hesitation, she dabbed the antiseptic, right on the wound.

"FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Couldn't give a warning Rory??!" Iris said as she hissed.

Aurora just smiled smugly and said, "Oops??"

"My chance. Why do you call me Princess?" Iris asked. She never really understood the reference behind that one.

"Well, you remind me of Merida, from 'Brave'. You haven't seen it?" Aurora asked as she searched the wound to make sure, there weren't any glass pieces left.

"Nope."

"Well, it's my personal mission to make you watch it. Don't move. I am stitching you up." Aurora said.

She picked up the needle and thread and moved closer to her stomach. "Sooo.... Tell me about your family." Iris froze and the room became so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Way to go Aurora.

"You don't need to say if it's too invasiv-" Aurora quickly covered up but Iris just reached and squeezed her shoulder, with a soft smile on her face.

"It's okay...it's just been so long since I have spoken about them. Well, my mother was like a ray of sunshine. She was always radiant and positivity just oozed out of her like a waterfall. She had so much love for everyone and she was empathetic. She and I used to sing karaoke in the kitchen while we cooked food. We were not very well off but, she made sure that I never felt that I lacked a childhood. She was my best friend, more like a sister than a mother." Iris said with a small smile, her eyes having a faraway look.

"She died when I was sixteen. Leukemia. She had grown into a shell of a person because of the constant chemotherapy but, her spirit stayed strong. If you spoke to her over the phone, you wouldn't even realise that she was sick.

She always told me, "Adara, always keep your youth alive. Always be kind to people and don't hesitate to help your enemies. The day your curiosity and youth dies, you start wilting like a flower. Never give up and always stay strong." Iris recited from her memory.

"Adara?"

"Iris Adara Everette. It means 'fire' in Hebrew. She used to call me 'little red' when I was younger because of my fiery spirit."

"She sounds like a lovely person. I'm sorry..." Aurora said, gently.

"Nah, it's okay I have made my peace with it."

"What about your fathe-" Aurora asked.

"Hey, are the stitches done?" Iris asked, as she looked down at her stomach.

"Yup. Now, you need bed rest for the next one week-"

"One WEEK??!!"

"-with plenty of water. Keep yourself hydrated. I am keeping you in the hospital for the next two days, for observation and then you can head home after that.

"BUT-" Iris started but Aurora shushed her.

"Doctor's order. Don't worry about your patients, Elijah and Jackie will manage them. Dr. Ramsey is already aware so he has given you the week off."

"Fiiinnneeee." Iris blew a raspberry.

Aurora turned and started disposing off the medical waste and her gloves when she heard a tiny voice saying, "Stay." Aurora turned around to see Iris giving her the cutest puppy eyes, which she could not resist.

"Pleeaaseee Rory?? What if I get a haemorrhage in the middle of the night?? Or or-"

"Calm down Adara, I will stay the night."

Iris smiled a genuine smiled which she had reserved only for Rory. She shifted and patted on the space next to her, on her hospital bed. Aurora took of shoes and settled in the covers.

"Thank you, Rory." Iris said as she nuzzled against Aurora.

"For what?" She asked as she wrapped an arm around Iris.

"For fixing me up... and calling me Adara."

"Do you mind? If I call you that??"

"Nope, infact I love it. But call me that, only if we are alone. " Those were the last words she said before they both drifted into a dreamless sleep.

AAAAAHHHHHH ❤️💖 UWU

Soooooo, how did you like it?? Like and reblog :))

[sadlilwixtch]

I lost you today. I love you Kiwi more than anything, you where the best friend and pug I could ever ask for🖤 I don’t Remeber life with out you, I am so torn and the house feels empty with out you. You always made me feel better and where the best cuddle buddy ever.🥺 I will miss you coming in every morning to see what food I’m making or you coming in while I’m peeing just to see what I’m doing. I will miss you running up to me at the door and your little kisses and sneezing all in my face, I’ll miss your snoring, and taking you on walks, I’ll miss you coming in my room looking for snacks 3 times a night. I will miss laying in the sun with you. I will miss your crazy barks at everything lol. I will miss giving you treats and shaking your paw, I will miss hearing your nails Tap on the wooden floor, and so much more. I love you forever and always, rest peacefully my baby🖤🖤🖤🖤

[suckerforfanfic]

does anyone remember an imagine that was like harry wrote Kiwi about the reader and they were on a TV show and the host asked like 'did you really say all those things?'

i cant remeber who wrote it and i want to read it again so bad,please help me find it!

[kamthefriend]

Despite the photo being strawberry kiwi, I have to remeber this abomination

[greyofjakku]

Tag Game(s)! Lol I’m so sorry

 So, I was super confused b/c I got tagged on like A TON of different tag games haha. So I combined them all into one post? Fuck me, I guess lol

20 Question Tag Game

I was tagged by this lovely! @mysonkylo (Lol Nat I just kept your formatting)

1) name: Sarashkya/Sarah (but I don’t go by these - I go by Ara :P ) 2) nicknames: Ara 3) height:  5′7 ft/173 cm 4) orientation: bi bi bi *blasts Justin Timberlake* 5) nationality: WITH THAT NAME???? Must be Polish :P 6) favourite fruit: Peaches??  7) favourite season: fall 8) favourite flower: honeysuckle 9) favourite scent: cotton sheets 10) favourite colour: grey 11) favourite animal: PORG! no? then a kiwi! (THEY ARE REAL)

12) coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee 13) average sleep hours: uhhhh....6? 14) dog or cat person: BOTH. BOTH IS GOOD. 15) favourite fictional character: Ben solo/Kylo ren, Rey, Padme, Khaleesi, Elizabeth Swan, Carina Smyth, Loki, Black Widow, Moana, and I could go on and on and on 16) number of blankets you sleep with: one sheet, one comforter, and however many damn blankets it takes to keep my anemic ass warm 17) dream trip: right now??? I’m homesick, so back to Kraków. Any other time? The fjords of Norway 18) blog created: December 2015/January 2016 but wasn’t super active/writing til August 2017 19) number of followers: 1.3k - and love every last one of you smol beans <333 20) random fact: I'm adopted 

Get to Know Me Tag 

The beautiful lovelies @absolutereylogarbage @evilsquirrel18 @ridingbensolo tagged me in this. Thank you, loves!

Since I’ve already done it, I’m just copying and pasting here again. 

Name: Sarah (Full Polish Name that My Parents Were Probably Drunk Picking Out: Sarashkya)

Nickname: Ara

Gender: Female

Star sign: Pisces

Height: Same as Daisy Ridley - 5′7

Time: 6:16

Birthday: March 18th, 1999

Favorite bands: AC/DC, Queen, Mumford and Sons, Of Monsters and Men, + tons more

Favorite Solo artists: Halsey, Zolita, Cobi, Camila Cabello, Dua Lipa

Song Stuck In My Head: “Kill For You” by Zolita

Last Movie I Watched: The Last Jedi

Last Show I Watched: The Office!!!!

When Did I Create My Blog: Right after I saw TFA in December 2015 (SO IT WAS DECEMBER)

Last Thing I Googled: Kiwi baby (lol they’re so cute)

Do I Have Any other Blogs: My main is @melancholymists and I also have an autumn/winter/photography blog

Do I Get Asks: Yes, about fifteen to twenty a week (if I check lol)

Why I Chose My URL: Uh, pretty self-explanatory. “You know I can take whatever I want.” - Kylo Ren

Following: 640

Followers: 1.3k

Average Hours Of Sleep: 7-8 on weekdays, but 9-10 or sometimes 14 on weekends lol

Lucky Number: 8 or 9 I think or maybe 12

Instruments: Violin and Viola

What Am I Wearing: Sweats

Dream Job: Writer/translator/professional traveler and blogger

Dream Trip: lol this is weird but Russia :)

Favorite Food: Homemade piroshki

Nationality: I consider myself Polish despite living in the US for University

Favorite Song Right Now: Everybody Gets High by Missio

New 28 Question Tag

Tagged by the lovely @chromiah

Name: Sarashkya/Sarah (But I don’t go by this I go by my nn)

Nicknames: Ara

Gender: Female

Star sign: Pisces

Height: 5 feet 7 inches

Time: 6:07 PM

Birthday: March 18th

Favourite bands: Twenty Øne Piløts, Imagine Dragons, Queen, ACDC, The Beatles, Kansas, The Smiths, Missio (Does this even count as a band? IDK but goood shit)

Favourite Solo Artists: fuck fuck fuck fill this in later Ara u stupid idiot just remember who u goddamn like

Song stuck in my head: Everybody Gets High by Missio

Last movie I watched: The Last Jedi (haha)

When did I create my blog: December 2015 or January 2016 but wasn’t active/writing until this past summer

Do I have any other blogs: Yes! 

Do I get asks: Yes, mostly reylo smut requests haha. But I also get a lot of lovely asks from you amazing smol beans <33333 They make my day, honestly.

Why I chose my url: U know why

Following: 640

Followers: 1.3k

Average hours of sleep: 6 (I’m going with 6...)

Lucky number: 8, 12, 4, or 48 I think

Instruments: Violin and viola; I also can sing and I took opera for a long time before quitting lol

What am I wearing: A jumper and joggers bc its fucking cold as hell outside and I got fucking hives from how cold it is, goddamnit

Dream job: Actress

Dream trip: Norway fjords

Favourite foods: “You’d be better off asking me what I don’t like because I just love food” - Chromiah

Nationality: *blasts Mazurek D��browskiego* POLAND! (but US citizen now too)

Favourite song right now: Everybody gets High by Missio (I’m obsessed)

Favorite movie: I can’t do this - there’s too many

Favorite actors: Adam Driver, Tom Hiddleston, Johnny Depp

Favorite actresses: Daisy Ridley, Gal Gadot, Keira Knightley, Kaya Scodelario, Nikolina Konstantinova Dobreva (AKA Nina Dobrev - I don’t like her too much in TVD though, sorry guys

ANOTHER 28 Question Tag

The ever so lovely @somewhere-over-the-reylo and the beautiful Rosie @reylofic tagged me in this <33 (also Rosie, your nickname is my favorite animal!!! :P)

1. Name: Ara

2. Nicknames: Ara

3. Gender: Female

4. Star sign: Pisces

5. Height: 5.7”

6. Time: 6:21 PM

7. Birthday: March 18

8. Favorite bands: Twenty Øne Piløts, Imagine Dragons, Queen, ACDC, The Beatles, Kansas, The Smiths, Missio (Does this even count as a band? IDK but goood shit)

9. Favourite Solo Artist(s): FUCK ARA JUST REMEBER B4 YOU POST THIS

10. School Status: First year of American university at Princeton

11. Last movie I watched: The Last Jedi

12. When did I create my blog: December 2015

13. Last thing I Googled: ‘That one Luke meme’ lol

14. Do I have any other blogs: @melancholymists

15. Do I get any asks?: yes and too much smut haha ;P

16. Why I chose my url: idk man I just did it

17. Following: 640

18. Followers: 1.3k

19. Lucky number: 4, 8, 12, 9, 48

20. Instruments: Violin and viola; singing

21. What am I wearing: sweats 

22. Dream job: Actress

23. Favorite tumblrs/best friends: ya’ll if I start tagging I ain’t gonna stop but @ifoundkylo was my main OG hoe

24. Things I’m obsessed with: reylo, daisy ridley, adam driver, adam driver’s fine ass, adam driver’s 8 pac (I knew he was shredded), the SNL adam driver skits, adam driver’s dog, adam driver’s work with the armed forces, adam driver’s left tiddy, adam driver’s right tiddy, adam driver’s arms, kylo ren, adam driver’s voice, adam driver’s “ah, you do”, adam driver.

25. Fandoms: star wars, marvel, riverdale, got, acotar/acomaf, tmi, etc.

26. Favorite song right now: Everybody Gets High by Missio

27. Pets: A demonic cat from hell that I love too much named  Tygrys or ‘Tiger’ but she is also called “Kitten whiskers”, “Sweet beans” and “Smol bean”

28. Favorite character in Star Wars: My emo trash son and galactic fuck up Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

10 Question Tag 

Tagged by the lovely @kyloxreyx - also message me anytime bae ;)

Name/Nicknames: Ara 

Star Sign: Pisces afffff

Height: 5′7/173 cm

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Dream trips: Norway fjords

Average hours of sleep: 6

When I made my blog: “I made this side blog like a month after TFA came out because reylo was the sole reason I came on tumblr.” - Meleah (SAME THO)

I hope that was everyone’s??? I’m so sorry if I didn’t do one of them - just message me or something I guess lol

And I’m not tagging bc all these people who I would’ve tagged already tagged me haha. If any of you want to do this, be my guest!

[aerisgeekytale-blog]

Oh me? My name wasn't kiwi before, but we knew each other in the past. Sorry, I'm not the person who you think, it's someone else ^ ^"

;^^ I noticed ,but it’s fine!! ..i wish I remebered…its been so long.We must have talked a lot..or not..i don’t remember but you can always hmu even in my inbox on my new account if you can!

Deuces and love ya!! ^^ *blows passionate kisses*

Truly thankful that you follow me! 

[demon-of-the-fleeting-blog]

Tagged♡

I was tagged by @paymeintea, omg thank u so much! I did not expect it!

Name: Danila.

Nicknames: Dani, Nila, Nils.

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Height: 159cm (fuck ._.)

Orientation: Straight

Ethnicity: Italian

Favorite Fruit: ummm... i guess orange, watermelon, kiwi and pinapple.

Favorite Season: Autumn and Winter (remeber, WINTER IS COMING)

Favorite book: This is so difficult!! There are so many!  Memoirs of a Geisha (Arthur Golden), The Lord Of The Ring (J.R.R. Tolkien), Harry Potter (J.K Rowling), A Song Of Ice And Fire (George Martin) and The Little Prince ( ‎Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ) but there are so many other!

Favorite Flower: I don’t really like flower. I guess... black roses?!

Favorite Scent: The scent of the books and of the rain.

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Animal: Wolves

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Omg. Tea! But I addicted to coffe and I never give up to my morning cappuccino!

Average sleep hours: 5-6 hours. Ya, I know...

Cats or Dogs: Both, but I’m more similar to a cat.

Favorite Fictional Character: So difficult! Ummm... Portougase D. Ace (One Piece) , Jon Snow ( Song Of Ice And Fire) and many others!

Number of blankets you sleep with: One

Ideal trip: Japan, London and Canada.

Blog Created: 2017

Tagging:  (this is the most difficult part, I swar!) @pinkcaseotakadl @zondernaamtales @laitoxichigo @satania-s

Sorry, I really don’t know so much people on Tumblr!

[orange-plane-boy]

"Mhhh taste good!! Is almost like kiwi but sweeter!" He took another pice

"Oh! Mom was neat! She would spend a lot of time with me!" The he giggled

"We didnt had a lot of money so for years i only had her cloth dolls as toys...She managed to keep them for years and then i end up to broke them in what, 3 years? I remeber she would sit down and sew them back, only to have them broken again because i used to make them fight" he smiled

"When dad was away we would walk arround, picking flowers and she teached me how to steal fruits from the neighborhood's tree" he shaked his head "i think she never had a lot of money too when she was little...We would grsb as much plumps we could and she would use her skirt to hold them, and then ran when someone saw us, and eat em in our living room"

orange-plane-boy​:

Narancia giggled “im your dipshit~~ Im trying to set a mood you bastard~~”

Two idiots

But at least two idiots in love

“fufu~ just means you’ll have to keep on trying, right?“ he kissed him again, holding him close. no mood breaking attached this time.

[aislings-adventures]

A Recap of My Day: After getting off the plane, we rode a bus to transport our luggage from the airport to our hotel, where we had to store our luggage in a couple of rooms until the rest of them were ready. Mind you, this was around 9 or 10 in the morning, local time, so this was fairly expected. After we all changed into clean clothes, we started exploring places near the hotel. One of our first stops was the Royal Palace and, subsequently, the Cathedral nearby. After this, we were allowed to wander in small groups in the main streets near our hotels to get some lunch. Now, I say streets, but one of my favorite things about this city so far is how much pedestrian traffic there is, and how little actual traffic there is. The main street we walked on was cobblestone, as were most others, and people walked right up and down the middle of it, across it, et cetera. Meanwhile, there were small lines of cars that passed through every once in a while, but about 90% of traffic was people on foot or on bicycles, which I thought was extraordinary, as someone who has generally only been to New York City. To compare and contrast some more, Madrid smells nothing like New York! As soon as you get off the bus in Madrid, you can take a deep breath, and it smells like fresh air! It was incredible, to have so many people moving about and have so much going on, and for the place to still look and smell very nice. For lunch, a group of friends and I found a small shop called Jaméria, if I am spelling it correctly. For anyone who doesn't know, the Spanish word for ham is jamón, and the Spanish also like to add -eria onto a word to name a place that specializes in something specific. In another example, the word pan means bread, so a panaderia is a bakery. You might notice this is also true in english, i.e. bakery, armory, etc. Now, I'm not a native speaker, so don't take that lesson too much to heart, but that is what I remember from freshman year Spanish. Anyways, we found this little shop, and we decide to get a couple of borcattas* and split them between the four of us. These are essentially prosciutto on a roll, and also amazing! I don't have proscuitto very often, but when I do, I try to savor it as much as possible. We got our sandwiches to go and walked around while eating, and when we finished, we found a small churro shop our culinary arts teacher recommended. I will attach a picture the next time I get computer access, but for now I can describe it to you as someplace out of the way, and practically the only shop in this large, orange-ish building, though it was very busy. When we got there, a couple of chaperones were already sat down at tables, one of them our culinary arts teacher. They had ordered a large plate of churros, with cups of this rich chocolate dip that was in mugs, and looked a lot like hot chocolate, if not for the viscosity and deep color. Now, churros over in Spain are very different from the cinnamon-covered, long chunks of dough I have seen in America. For one, they are not covered in cinnamon. Shocker, right? Well, these churros were plain but for the dipping sauce, and were very light and mostly hollow inside. All in all, this small shop was high up on my list of successful ventures. Around quarter to two in local time, we moved our through other plazas, like the Plaza Mayor, and stopped in places like the Mercado de San Miguel. The Plaza Mayor, and surrounding streets, were packed with what seemed like local shops. My group and I visited a sweet shop, where I purchased a few pieces of caramel I am itching to try as I type this, and the lady inside offered us a sample cookie when we walked in. Now, I work in a bakery where we have about twenty diffferent cookies on a regular basis, not including specialty and seasonal cookies. You would think I would be sick of these things, but you would be wrong. These cookies were amazing. They were called apple cinnamon cookies, and had a secret filling that tasted exactly like apple pie. I have never had anything like these, and I wish I could go back there and get a few boxes for family and friends, and my boss. These cookies were like nothing I had ever seen or tried before. I will add a picture of my caramels later, but for now, I think I have done enough fanaticizing. The Mercado de San Miguel might be one of my new favorite food shops. This place didn't seem remarkably large when we were outside, but it couldn't be anymore packed with stalls and vendors when we walked in. The shops overflowing with fresh foods seemed to never end, so we never knew what we would see next, even until we were walking out. The first stall we walked up to was full of fresh fruits, from strawberries the size of a child's fist (that actually tasted like strawberries), to a larger, yellow fruit with a hard skin and a center that tasted like pears and kiwis, sporting black watermelon-like seeds that released a sweet paste when you bit down on them. I remeber looking at the sign for these and taking a mental note of the name, but looking back, I couldn't remember it for my life. The next stall we saw had many miniature pastries, especially mini tarts; the next stall had alcohols and spices and cookbooks; the next had seafood and giant blobfish-looking things sitting on ice; and so on and so forth. This place was overall amazing. Even if you aren't interested in cooking, if you are visiting Madrid I would recommend setting aside at least a half of an hour to visit this place and look at all the different types of food offered. Towards the end of the day, we had dinner at a restaurant I currentky can't recall the name of, and I seemed to have lost my sense of self preservation when I agreed to do some more shopping three blocks away, in a five-story outlet called Primark. To be fair, they did have nice clothes and reasonable prices, but I had forgotten my wallet and had been walking all day long, so this traumatic experience was blocked out and repressed into some dark part of my brain, hopefully. Anyways, after we got back to the hotel, we had about fifteen minutes until curfew, which we spent sharing our food treasures from the day and eishing we had slept on the flight here. So, now even I must go to bed, as it is 3 in the morning here as I finish this up. Good night!