#10 bed room Houseboats

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Backwater in Kerala

The most well-liked tourist spot in Kerala is its backwaters. Without a doubt, Kerala is one of India's most beautiful states, and it truly is "God's own country." Kerala, a state with a unique tradition and mesmerising culture, is blessed with a variety of eye-catching vacation sites, including spectacular beaches, breathtaking paddy fields, historically significant forts, tranquil and cool hill towns, shallow lagoons, and bird and wildlife sanctuaries, among others. The most astounding thing about these places is that they are all within a 2- to 3-hour drive of one another. Such a quality is rare, yet it exists. Once upon a time, the state's business routes were the wonderful palm-fringed, peaceful backwaters.

Alleppey holds a significant role in Kerala's history thanks to its illustrious past and distinctive culture. Locals refer to Alleppey as Allappuzha as well. Currently, Alleppey is well known for its boat races, backwater excursions, stunning beaches, and coir farm enterprises. And with its appealing terrain, which is lined on the western side by a wonderful stretch of seashore and the Arabian Sea and connected by shimmering rivers, serene natural lakes, tranquil lagoons, and enormous palm groves, it may easily spellbind within a split second. Floating houseboats in Backwater is the main tourist attraction in Kerala. 1 to 10 bed room houseboats available in Alleppey (Alappuzha) with varies of amenities.

[jhilsara]

I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 10

She’s sitting on her couch glaring at her phone like it's personally attacked her.

She’s trying to avoid calling him again, she’s frankly tired of it.

She’s biting at her nails, trying to do anything besides wait by her phone. The tv is on in the background but she’s not paying attention. The fear creeping in eats at her. Fear and anger. She sighs and reaches for her phone and swipes to her contacts. His name is right under the recent call log. Her thumb hovers over it, debating on calling Hobie again.

He has disappeared and it’s got her terrified.

He hasn’t shown at the pub in a few days. So, she decided to stop by his houseboat, which was empty. She’d say it doesn’t look like anything had been touched but she wouldn’t know. The place is chaotically organized and she isn't there enough to make a definitive statement on if it's been touched or not.

What really frightened her was that Spider-Man wasn’t out either. There had been a few incidents, petty crime stuff… but she knows Hobie, she knows when he patrols. He would have caught it.

She called him. Just to check in… that was three days ago.

Pacing her living room, her thumb still hovers over the call button, unsure if she should. She’s frustrated and tired. Her brow furrows as she stares down at her screen, her heart feeling tight.

She had spent the night before walking the streets and checking shitty little alleys. She was worried he might be dead in one, if she were to voice her fears. Just even thinking about it made her sick. She came up empty though. She doesn't know what's worse, finding him dead or not knowing if he's dead.

Her fear is replaced with anger as she stares down at her phone. If he wasn’t dead he better have an amazing excuse, because she was going to kill him.

She finally hits the call button, bouncing on her feet trying to diffuse the nervous tension in her body.

“I swear to god if this bloody bastard doesn’t pick up I’m going to ballistic…” she mutters to herself.

It sends her to voice mail.

“Absolute fucking prick.” She throws her phone down and walks off to her bedroom. “I can’t stay up another night wondering where he is!” She pulls at her hair and goes to lay on her bed.

Her weight falls onto the bed with a thud. She curls into herself, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, begging her brain to stop feeding her anxiety. She's been worrying herself sick for days. She doesn't remember the last real meal she ate, she hasn't felt this bad since her family dog ran off when she was ten. She cried and cried and cried for that dog. Hoping it would come back home, back to her. The dog never came back and all she got was scolded by her mother for still crying over the lost animal.

She squeezes her eyes shuts and prays to just fall asleep, anything was better than what was happening in her head. 

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

She groans at the consistent noise and tries to go back to sleep. She had finally passed out, but now this repetitive tapping was waking her up.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

She sits up and looks out her bedroom window, nothing. She flops back down and sighs shoving a pillow over her ears.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

She suddenly bolts up; the noise isn’t from her bedroom window. It’s her balcony.

“Absolutely not.” she groans to herself.

 She throws the blankets off her and rushes into the living room. She sees the familiar silhouette on her balcony.

She glares at the door, her face twisting in anger. She reaches for the lamp to turn on. Once the light floods her room, she sees him on her balcony. Her face sours even more upon seeing him. He has a faltering smile on his face as he looks at her. Waiting.

“Give me on good reason to let you in here.” She demands crossing her arms as she shoots him a look that’s says more than her words could. Her eyes are clouded as she glares daggers at him.

“C’mon MJ. Let me in, cold out here.” He attempts, voice muffled through the glass.

Her brows raise in irritation, “Don’t care. You literally disappeared on me for a week. So, unless your explanation is life altering, I don’t want to see your face.” She says walking away from her balcony doors.

She’s glad he isn’t dead, but now it’s just unfiltered boiling rage coursing through her body towards him.

“Mariana please…I can explain, promise.” He says pressing his forehead on the door. He pleads with his big brown eyes, that always make her want to scream. He looks like a lost dog.

She huffs in frustration and defeat, “Fucking prick, disappears for a week and gives me those stupid puppy dog eyes and I just give in…” she mumbles chastising herself.

She flings the door open and steps back. She crosses her arms and looks at him, waiting.

He stumbles in behind her, surprised he actually made it this far. His eyes slowly look over her, taking in her appearance.

She’s in her pajamas, hair messy from sleep. She has dark circles under his eyes and he can see she’s been biting her nails. He notices how her hands dig into her own arms as they lay crossed over her chest. She’s guarding herself, protecting herself from him.

He realizes, as he looks her over, she’s been worried over him. Desperately so.

He sighs and shakes his head. He takes a deep breath before speaking, “Don’t have a good excuse for my disappearing act…”

She scoffs and turns away from him, “Course you don’t.” she whispers bitterly.

“Hey, listen,” He goes to touch her shoulder but she recoils from his touch. His hand lowers, shaking. He pulls back to himself.

“I was trying to avoid you okay?” he tells her honestly.

Her head whips up to look at him in almost confused betrayal. She doesn’t say anything, the silence acting as enough of an answer for him.

“Can’t do this,” He says running his hands over his face, “I don’t keep people around…” He starts. “Connecting with people isn’t my thing, I like being alone mostly… they don’t stick around like you.” He mutters looking at her.

 “So, what? You, you just cut me off? Cause you’re afraid?” she accuses voice rising.  “What about your band and those photos? Are they not your friends?” she adds in confusion.

“Yeah, they are,” He sighs, his shoulders dropping. “It’s different with you… no one’s stuck around the way you have and I ran.”  He tells her. Owning up what he did. He looks at her trying to get what he needs to say out. It feels like his throats swollen, filled with unspoken words that are too big and too important to get out.

“You came to tell me you’re afraid of intimacy after disappearing for a week… I figured that out on my own, thanks.” She says unimpressed.

She scoffs at where this conversation is going, she’s in disbelief. She doesn't want to hear anymore, it hurts too much.

“Not why I’m here MJ.” He says shaking his head.

“Please enlighten me, because I’m lost!” She says looking up at him. Her eyes are glossy and her voice is cracking, “I don’t know what is going on with you and I’m mad at you Hobie. I don’t want to be but I am.” She tells him her hands turning to fists at her side as they tremble. 

“M’not good at this…” He mutters, “Can I be honest?” he asks, voice ever so quiet. 

“Yes, that’s all I’m asking.” She replies looking lost. 

“I can’t lose you and that terrifies me alright? What happens if you’re with me and you die?” he asks voice shaking a little. “Can’t have that alright? You’re too important to me… Thought if I left it’d be easier on you.” He admits.

Her hearts racing, she knows what he means, but it doesn’t sit right in her stomach.

“You’re a real selfish dickhead you know that?” she says, her voice small as she looks up at him. “I don’t know what we’re doing Hobie, but I know I don’t want to lose you either.” She says exasperatedly.

She turns her head away from him looking down at her own feet, “I have messed up a lot of relationships okay…All I have is the people at the pub, my dad, and.. and you.” She says frustratedly.

Her arms come up and wrap around herself tightly. Trying to comfort herself the best she can.

“And to be honest… I prefer you to the lot at the pub.” She says with a dry, choked, laugh. She can feel her eyes really start to well up and she tries to stop herself. The last thing she wants to do is cry.

He reaches out hesitantly for her, she doesn’t recoil from his touch this time. He gently pulls her into a hug. She doesn’t return it, but she doesn’t push him away either.

He tucks her under his head, his chin resting on her.  

“Fucked up…” He mumbles lowly, “How do I fix this?” he asks her softly.

“You can’t just disappear on me…” Her voice breaks, almost into a sob but she holds herself back. “I thought you were dead in some alley.” She murmurs into his chest wrapping her arms slowly around him. Holding him tightly, her hands clinging onto him.

He rubs soothing circles into her back, “Can’t get rid of me that easily, promise.” He chuckles softly.

She scoffs a bit, “Says the guy crawling in my window needing to be stitched up every other week.”

The air around them isn’t filled with the same tense energy as before. They’re easing back into themselves, their routine. She enjoys the comfort of his large hands on her back and how she fits into the crook of his neck.

He enjoys her warmth, how it feels when she holds onto him. He didn't realize how much he missed it until it was gone. Even if it was just for a few days. 

He gives a genuine laugh at her words, it’s deep and shakes her body with him, “That was only a couple times, c’mon give me some credit here?” He says pressing a kiss into her hair.

“I don’t know what you did before me, can’t imagine you stitching yourself up.” She says gently.

He scoffs, “I’m a great nurse! Wrapped your ankle pretty well.” He says haughtily.

She snorts and looks up at him, “Uh-huh, and how many times have you patched yourself up since I started to?”

He makes a face and rolls his eyes at her, “What? Want me to go find another pretty girls’ balcony to patch me up instead? Ya sick of me, that it?” he teases her.

She laughs softly at that, “What like a tom cat? You a stray now?” She asks cocking her head to the side. 

He makes a face of mild distaste, “Good to know I’m just a stray cat luv, gotta keep my ego in check.”

“What, you don’t like that? Do you want to be domesticated instead?” she teases with a grin.

“Okay you’re just takin’ the piss now.” He mutters in fake irritation.

She just giggles, but once that dies down they’re both staring into each other’s eyes. The silence almost too loud between them. He moves his hand to cup her face, his eyes taking in her every feature.

“Can’t lose you… it’s dangerous being around me.” He says seriously, brows furrowed.

She shakes her head, “It’s worth it to be with you.” She says softly.

He feels her chipping away at his heart, carving her little hole for herself to sit in.

He presses a kiss to her forehead and pulls her against him tightly, her hands returning the gesture. Holding onto him, digging her nails into him, like she’s afraid he’ll disappear again.

“I…” He opens his mouth to tell her something, but loses his voice. It cracks and makes him wish he could just tell her.

“It’s okay.” She says softly. “We don’t, we don’t need to do that right now.”

He sighs and pulls back to look at her, “I want to try whatever it is, that we’re doing.”

She nods her head in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “A different conversation, not tonight.” She holds his face in her hands.

Her eyes flicker down, her face burning for a moment, “Can you stay tonight… with me?” she asks a little embarrassed.

He grins and gives a soft chuckle, “Yeah I can. Not going anywhere.” He gently reminds her.

She grins at him and moves to grab his hand and pull him to her bedroom. “Good.”

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Writing prompts day 10

From this prompt list. I set a goal of writing at least 150 words per day in 2024, which sounds pretty pathetic but if you take into account the fact that I haven't written any fiction since 2019 it felt like a feasible target. Anyway I've finished the first draft (it topped out at 88k words) and will be unlocking each post as I edit.

read from the beginning here

Day 9 here

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119. “Let me make you feel good this time?”

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Damian drifted off again within a few minutes. Tim lay still as long as he could, listening to him breathing and pathetically grateful that he hadn't had to deal with the aftermath alone. He almost never missed living in the Manor, but sometimes it had been comforting to wake up sobbing and know there were other people in the same house to talk to if he needed.

He didn't think about Bernard, and waking up next to him.

After half an hour of staring at the ceiling, he gave up and eased out from under Damian's limpet clinging to go back out to the living room and work on the files he'd only pretended to look at earlier. This was the grinding sort of information accrual and analysis that he excelled with, even though sometimes he wished he were better at the physical side of the job instead. Currently, he was tracking guns purchased in Gotham and moved to North Carolina, where they were resold and distributed across the country until they made their way south of the border. The guns sold in North Carolina had been identified in dozens of crimes, some of which provided leads about connections in Texas, which could give them some ideas about where they were being used in Mexico and further south.

He didn't realize he'd been sitting in one place for five hours until he rubbed his stinging eyes and his vision went blurry. Right. Time to shower again and wake up.

The one rich-kid indulgence he'd allowed himself that wasn't job-related was a bathroom remodel before he moved in. The shower on the houseboat had barely been big enough to turn around in, and he was sick of hitting his elbows against cold tile and knocking bottles over when he moved too fast. His new shower had double heads, a tile bench, and enough room to sleep in if he felt like it. He'd definitely been tempted to take a nap on the floor a few times. Only the knowledge that he might accidentally block the drain and drown had forced him to get out and trudge to bed.

He turned on both shower heads, stripped, and got in, turning the water hot enough that the bathroom started filling with steam almost immediately. Once in the water, his motivation to get back to work fled. He sighed and leaned his head against the wall, names and addresses still flying through his brain, looking for patterns.

Damian's voice reached him through the fog. "You weren't able to sleep?"

Tim nearly started but caught himself in time. "Nah, too wound up. Worked on the trafficking case instead."

Through the stream of water blurring his eyes, he saw Damian draw closer to the doors. "Well, that will support our story to Father."

Tim exhaled on a laugh. "I thought so too."

"May I join you?"

"Be my guest."

Almost before he'd finished speaking, Damian opened the door and stepped into the water, sighing with contentment. "It's cold this morning."

He had his back to Tim, and the thick, knotted scar on his spine caught Tim's eye. Without thinking, he reached and put his hand over it, feeling the hard tissue beneath his palm.

Damian glanced over his shoulder. "Is everything all right?"

It would definitely be weird to say something about how he was glad Damian wasn't dead anymore. "Yeah. Just. Having a hard time getting moving."

"Here, let me help." Damian poured shampoo into his palm and motioned to Tim to turn around. Tim obeyed and nearly moaned at the feeling of Damian's fingers massaging his scalp. Damian let out an amused breath after a moment. "I believe I used too much. My hair is much thicker than yours."

"That's okay. This way I don't have to wash my back."

"Tt. That's like saying this way you don't have to get clean. Here." Cracking open his eyes as he rinsed, Tim watched Damian get a washcloth and pour shower gel on it. "If you're that tired, I'll take care of it for you."

Tim thought about protesting but couldn't drum up the energy. The shower was having the opposite effect than he'd hoped, and now he was feeling every minute of sleep he'd surrendered. He let Damian get him thoroughly clean and didn't even bother worrying about the fact that he was fully hard by the time Damian knelt to wash his feet.

Damian stood again and gently pushed his shoulder. "Rinse." Tim took a step back, into the thickest part of the spray, and Damian followed. "Is it all right if I . . . ?" He ran his fingers over Tim's erection instead of finishing the sentence.

Tim leaned his forehead against his chest. "I'm tired," he complained, instead of answering.

Damian's free arm wrapped around his back and pulled him closer. "That's all right. You don't have to do anything. Let me make you feel good this time?"

Tim, instead of putting a stop to this the way he knew he should, kept his eyes shut and nodded his assent.

Days eleven and twelve here

[travelbuddysindia]

10 Places To Stay In Kerala That Feel Like Home - Updated 2023

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[sassyduckqueen]

30 days of Lukanette- First Meeting

So it would be called Lukanette September but i started it really so it will be going through October too. Hence the 30 days thing. Yay. Based on the Captain Hardrock episode. 

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“Hey, Luka,” Juleka’s voice made him look up from where he was playing his guitar on the deck. She pushed back her hair and mumbled shyly before clearing her throat. “So… um… my friends are coming over to help with the set up of tonight’s gig and I was just wondering if you could.. -”

“Hide while you set up because I’m too handsome for your friends to see?” He joked, smiling before playing rolling his eyes. “Is this to do with Operation Adrinette again?”

“W-what?! You’re not suppose to know about that!” She gasped, clearly embarrassed but he chuckled lightly and stood up before lightly kissing her cheek.

“I think it’s sweet that you’re trying to help your friends fall in love,” He mumbled, sliding the guitar to his side. “Don’t worry. I need to do my mediation anyway so I would be in your hair but I can’t make any promises about Mom,”

“I’ll work out something,” She mumbled. He chuckled and walked towards the stairscase.

“Just come and get me when you need me,” He stated before going below the deck. He headed into his room and placed his guitar on the bed before sitting cross legged. He closed his eyes and began to relax his mind as he listened to the sound of the world. He could hear the sound of the water, splashing about on the sides of Libarty and gradually, he lost track of time. Soon or maybe not, he heard the sound of people joining Juleka and his mom. He recognized Ivan and Rose’s voices but then voices he didn’t know became part of the gathering sounds. He listened carefully before let out a deep breathe, continue to zone out as he thought about the music festival. Juleka was so excited when his mom had suggested they do their own concert. She had practically invited all of her classmates and it sounded like a few of them had came by. He couldn’t help but smile. He was glad she was making friends. Especially that girl… Maria… Mary… he couldn’t quite remember her name as Juleka used mumbled her words and had only spoken about a couple of times but what she did say was great. This girl had made it her mission to help Juleka break the curse of the school photo. He hoped that she would be there so he could thank her for that. Eventually, the sounds of footsteps could be heard coming towards his room. He guessed that everything was ready and that Juleka was coming to get him but he then realized he didn’t recognize the footsteps. They were too light to be a male but not timid enough to be Juleka. Definitely wasn’t Rose as she would have been shouting his name and well, his Mum wouldn’t be walking to his room. She’d just yell. The person seemed to walk as if they were in a slump and their heart music matched. They finally came in and for a second they were fine.

“Urrg!” They gasped, confirming that it wasn’t the people he knew but he figured it was probably one of Juleka’s friends. He heard them step forward and could feel their eyes on him as he breathed in slowly before he slowly opened his eyes and smiled. She was really pretty in his eyes. Blue blue eyes, a simple style in fashion that suited her and her hair was tied back in cute bunches. However, she instantly lost herself and panicked, stuttering her words. “Ah… err.. Hey… my n-name’s Mamer.. um… Ma-Ma-Marinette. Er.. your mum’s sent me down.. ur… the groove… um… the group’s waiting for you,”

“Hello, Ma-Ma-Marinette,” He replied, placing his hand near his mouth as he chuckled but she instantly looked hurt. He realized he must of embarrassed her and frowned as he realized again that he just isn’t good with words. “Sorry. I tend to make more with this,”

He picked up his guitar and strummed the strings. Instantly, her eyes went wide with surprise so he smiled and lightly patted the bed. She sat down as he watched her.

“That’s strange,” He mumbled, closing his eyes. “It seems you have something like this inside your heart,”

He played a mellow tune on the strings as she listened. He opened his eyes to look at her and smiled as she smiled back before she closed her eyes as he continued playing. She placed her hand on her heart as she listened to his music before he slowly closed his eyes as he continued to play.

“How do you do that?” She asked as he came to a stop. He leaned on his guitar and looked towards the floor a little.

“Music is often simpler then words,” He stated, looking towards her as she got up and walked over to his Jagged Stone poster and pick collection. She lightly picked up one of the picks to have a look at it before looking up at the poster.

“You like Jagged Stone’s music?” She asked with curiosity. He smiled as he watched her.

“He’s my favourite singer,” He replied, getting up and swinging his guitar on his back. He walked over and stood next to her.

“Mine too,” She replied then she noticed he had moved next to her. She briefly lost her cool again, almost dropping the guitar pick but she managed to catch it. He thought it was cute.

“You can have it if you like,” He smiled, looking down at her. “I’ve got plenty,”

“O-oh… T-thanks,” She gasped, blushing a little as she looked at him.

“I think I better go and join the groove you said,” He suggested, rolling his eyes playfully. Instantly, she got embarrassed again.

“Did I really say that?!” She gasped, moving her hands over her hair before hunching her back as if ashamed. “Oh, nooo,”

“You’re a funny girl, Marinette,” He stated, hoping to make her feel less embarrassed as he walked out to head to the deck but not before stealing a look at her. She really was pretty. He heard her sigh softly as he headed upstairs. He walked over to the amp and started to set up as Juleka set up.

“You took your time,” She mumbled to him. “You didn’t scare Marinette, did you?”

“I don’t think so,” He replied. “I just did what I usually do when I meet a pretty girl,”

“You played her your guitar...” She dead-panned as he smiled a little.

“So what if I did,” He mumbled, stealing a glance at her as she walked over and sat next to her friend. “She’s pretty, funny and she seems very kind,”

“And she’s in love with someone else,” Juleka mumbled as he closed his eyes to play his guitar a little.

“Are you ok, girl?” The girl next Marinette asked. Juleka had said her name was Alya.

“Um hmm,” Marinette replied before he felt her eyes on him again. He opened and looked over at her, smiling at her with a kind of sly look. Marinette blushed a little.

“I think Marinette the compass has found herself a new statue,” Alya hinted.

“What?! Luka? No way.” She gasped, looking away before glancing over at him. “You’re been ridiculous,”

She sucked in a little bit of air as he focused on the guitar.

“Sure, he’s cool and nice and everything,” She stated, looking at him as she held her face in her hands, completely unaware that he was listening. “But there’s only one statue that drives this compass crazy,”

It took every bit of his strength not to laugh as she literally did a hand action to show what she meant. Fortunately, his mum had perfect timing.

“Ho, ho! Sailors! Let’s give them a show!” She shouted, moving her hand in a flick motion before looking at Luka. “Whenever you’re ready, Luka,”

He grabbed the cloth that covered a tall something and pulled it down, revealing a huge set of speakers before looking at it. Alya and Marinette stared at the monstrous speaker as Melanie offered them some earplugs. Of course, they would need them. He liked to play as loud and as clear as he wanted but sometimes, it could be too loud for others so ear plugs were a necessary thing.

“You’re gonna need these,” She states as they take them out of her hands. “Believe me,”

Once he was sure they were both wearing them, he lifted his hand and struck the strings with his pick. The sound blasted out through the speakers and he was pretty sure several cars had been over turned. Marinette, Alya and Nino were all looking surprised and a little bit frightened but Melanie was just sat there happily. He wasn’t surprised. She had been to several of their band practices. Of course then the police turned up. Luka bit his lip as two helicopters, three boats and three cars surround the boathouse before he looked at Juleka.

“Was that too loud?”

“What do you think?” She rolled her eyes as the policeman got out of the car,

“Mrs. Anarka, are you completely out of your mind? I'm reading 160 decibels!” He gasped, showing her a piece of equipment. “That's 10 times the sound of a jet engine! You just can't do this. You'll have to play something else!”

“It's the National Music Festival today Officer Roger! My crew's allowed to play whatever they want!” She argued back, causing Luka to frown. He really didn’t mind turning down the volume as long as he got to play.

“It's a music festival, not a noise festival. If you don't turn the volume down, I'll ban your concert altogether!” Roger threatened. Luka went to say something but Marinette got there first.

“Uh, maybe we could turn the volume down a bit Captain? Then there'd be no more problem, right?” She pointed out but his mother wasn’t hearing anything. He knew better then anyone that she was a stubborn, old goat. It’s her way or the high way sometimes.

“No, out of the question. I didn't name my galleon Liberty for nothing, you know! It's a matter of principle!”

“Mum, please. Let’s just turn down the music,” He stated, walking over before turning to Roger. “We’ll be allowed to play if we tu

“Of course,” Roger agreed.

“Out of the question! Haven't you ever heard of freedom of speech, Roger? This is me home! I will do as I want!”

“Do you have a document stating you can moor your houseboat in this location?”

“The Seine belongs to everyone!” So that’s a no. He thought.

“You are not allowed to moor here without a parking permit! Which means you can't play your concert here either. Not to mention this incredibly messy deck!” He gasped, handing her tickets. “Public visual disturbance you get a ticket! And this decoration it's too decorated! Another ticket!”

“Yayha!” She yelled out as she ripped up the ticket before laughing. That didn’t go down well with Roger.

“You asked for it, One more ticket for making me use too many tickets, one more for your attitude, one because I can't sleep, one more because I'm seasick, one more because I say so...” He went on and Luka could see his mom get angrier and angrier. Roger left soon but his mom stormed off into the bridge as he frowned deeply to himself  before walking over to Marinette. Before he could say anything to her, a black and purple smoke suddenly started to spread over the ship, beginning to transform it. Marinette looked around panicked.

“Oh no,” She gasped as the ship completely transformed.

“Raise the mainsail me deck hands!  Let's get swashbuckling around here!” The familiar voice of his mother shouted but it seemed different then normal. He looked over and saw a different woman in her place. She was dressed like a pirate with short red hair and yellow eyes.

“Mom?” Juleka questioned as he stepped forward.

“What's going on?” He demanded as the other looked at her.

“Your mom has weighed anchor, me lad. I'm Captain Hardrock and today Paris's timbers are about to be shivered by my cannons,” She cackled as she looked through her telescope that had previously been her sword. “Westward ho, Liberty next stop, Jagged Stone at the Eiffel Tower,”

The ship shifted and began to sail in that direction.

“Soon, there will only be one concert in Paris only one Music Festival. We will destroy all the others. Now, get to your instruments and rock those decibels!” She ordered but Luka stepped forward.

“Mom please, you can't ruin the Music Festival,” He begged as Marinette stood next to him.

“You can't force people to listen to your music!” She reasoned.

“No way we're playing like this!” Ivan piped up, getting nods of everyone else.

“Mutiny? On my ship? Liberty, seize these scallywags and throw them down into the hold!” She ordered, pointing her sword at them. Instantly, chains came at them in all directions. Rose and Juleka were chained together as were Nino and Alya and Ivan and Melanie. The chains then wrapped around Luka, chaining him to Marinette before the floor literally opened, causing them to fall and roll into the deck before it closed up.

“Is everyone ok?” Luka asked, worried that someone might have gotten hurt.

“No real injuries,” Alya reported. “Just chained up to my boyfriend,”

“Yeah, we’re as good as we can be, dude,” Nino added in.

“Juleka? Rose? You ok?” Luka asked.

“We’re fine, Luka. So is Ivan and Melanie,”

“Marinette? You ok?” He asked, trying to look over at her.

“Y-yeah… I’m use to Akuma attacks,” She mumbled but then realized what she said. “Um.. I mean-”

“Yeah, we all are,” Alya pointed out. “Always seems to happen around us. And we’ve had a lot in school,”

“Yep but Ladybug and Cat Noir will save us!” Rose gasped.

“I hope they should up soon,” Luka mumbled before trying to move and struggle. “No good. These chains are tight. Ah if only I had learn how to pick locks instead of guitar,”

“That’s ok.. I like your music,” Marinette smiled as she looked down. A few seconds later, the chain loosed and felt off as the padlock opened

“Wow, how'd you do that?” He asked. She looked flustered.

“Uhh, I, uhm...” She gasped before pulling out the pick he gave her. “With this,”

“You're amazing,” He smiled, looking at her softly. “A real magician Marinette,”

“You think so?” She gasped as he offered her his hand to help her up. He nodded and she blushed a little before placing her hand on her arm and looking at him. “Oh, it was nothing, uh, amazing, really?”

“Excuse me, but some of us are still chained up here you know,”.  Alya interrupted before they heard Captain Hardrock coming. “Marinette, she's coming,”

“We'll come back, I promise,” Marinette gasped as Luka and her ran out of the room. He grabbed his guitar and used it to seal the door. It only buy them a little bit of time but enough to try and escape. He rushed over to a porthole and opened it as Captain Hardrock began to try and kick down the door.

“Go,” He ordered but Marinette shook her head.

“I can’t swim,” She squeaked, causing him to frown. He then rushed open to the bed and pulled out a large hidden draw underneath it.

“Hide in there,” He ordered.

“What about you?” She asked.

“Don’t worry about me,” He smiled, making her worry but she got into the draw. “There should be a button on the side that will slide it open once she’s gone. You’ve got the akuma alert app on your phone right?”

“Yeah… I’ll use it to inform Ladybug and Cat Noir,” She smiled as he closed the draw. She heard him rush over to the porthole again as the door gave in.

“Run, Marinette quick!” He shouted, making her realize he made it look like she got off the ship. She couldn’t help but admire him.

“Seize him.!” Captain Hardrock ordered, causing Marinette to hear the chains coming towards Luka and him yelling out as he struggled against them before been pulled away. She heard footsteps as Captain Hardrock looked outside.

“She won't get very far,” She mumbled before leaving the room. Marinette felt around and pressed the button, opening the draw. She sat up as soon as it was open.

“Phew, that was close,” Tikki stated as she flew up. Marinette looked at her.

“Tikki, I have to save my friends,”

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“Luka, did Marinette get away?” Alya asked, worried about her friend.

“She’s still on board...” He admitted. “But she’s activated the akuma alert app to alert ladybug and cat noir,”

“Excellent,” Alya grinned. “That app is a life saver literally,”

“Yeah...” He mumbled, worried. “I hope mum.. I mean Captain Hardrock doesn’t capture her,”

“She’ll be fine,” Melanie smiled, trying to reassure him. “We’ve had enough akumas at our school so Marinette knows what to do. We have akuma drills once a week,”

The sound of a door opening and someone coming down the stairs made everyone tense and look towards the door but it wasn’t Captain Hardrock who came through it.

“Ladybug,” Alya gasped, happy to see the heroine. Luka couldn’t help but be happy. Marinette managed to activate the alert. Ladybug looked at them then broke the chains with her yo-yo, freeing everyone. To his surprise, she walked over to him and offered him her hand. He took it and she helped him up. He placed his hand over hers as he looked at her with concern.

“Ladybug, is Marinette okay?” He gasped, worried.

“She's safe,” The heroine confirmed, causing relief to flow through his mind. “She's the one who alerted me,”

“That girls unbelievably brave,” He smiled, noticing the small shy smile that Ladybug did before she summoned her lucky charm. She frowned a little, unsure of why it had given her a chain.

“Huh? Another chain? Some pliers would've come in more handy,” She mumbled before turning to the teens. “Don't worry, guys, I'll find a way to get you out,”

She rushed off back upstairs, leaving them downstairs. Luka watched her leave before rushing into the room where Marinette was.

“Marinette?” He gasped but found the draw she should be hiding in was empty. He really hoped his mum hadn’t recaptured and had her tied to the rigging. He rushed back to the others. “Marinette is gone,”

“Don’t worry. Ladybug must of taken her off the ship when she got here,” Alya reassured, making him nod. He opened that was the case but before he could do anything else, they all feel the ship lurch in a different direction then suddenly, it felt like it went up a ramp before it slammed onto the ground and came to a stop before falling on it’s side then rust started to spread everywhere before it completely turned into dust. Luka just looked around in complete shock as Ladybug purified the akuma and his mum turned back to normal.

“Pound It!” The two heroes shouted, fist bumping each other.

“What happened?” His mom asked, confused as she sat on the floor. Cat Noir looked at her.

“Oh not much, you just had a bout of... Seasickness,” He explained before his ring beeped. "Time to raise the sails my lady,”

With those words, he was off and Ladybug threw the chain up in the air, shouting the magic words that would fix everything. Luka was completely amazed as one minute he stood on the grass, the next he was back on a completely restored  It was like none of it happened.

“Enjoy your gig,” Ladybug suddenly stated, confirming it had happened. “Bug out,”

He watched her fly off before he remembered Marinette. He looked around but she still wasn’t around. However, a few minutes later, she ran back on board. He rushed over.

“Marinette! You’re ok!” He gasped, surprising her.

“Y-yeah… I’m glad you are too,” She smiled, causing him to smile back as Roger made sure the sound wasn’t too loud. He tested Luka’s guitar, Rose’s voice and Juleka’s bass. He mentioned that it was technically over the legal limit but he let it slide as it was the music festival. Luka grinned as Marinette smiled. He went to talk to her but he soon lost her attention as a blonde haired boy came onto the ship.

“Hi everyone,”

“Watch where you're walking, the-” She stuttered as Adrien processed to trip over the old keyboard. He picked it up and opened the case as Nino and Luka rushed to help him.

“Adrien are you okay buddy?”

“Nah it's all good, I-” He grinned before actually looking what was inside the case. “Whoa, an original ZX20.4, I love the sound of this instrument,”

“Aww, that old thing,” Anarka shrugged. “No one knows how to play it,”

“I know how to play it,” He declared as Luka offered him a hand.

“Great, welcome to the band Adrien,” He smiled, happy to have made a new friend but he had an inkling that this was who Marinette liked.

“Thanks, uhh,”

“Luka,”

“Thanks Luka,” He smiled before he waved at Marinette, who blushed. Luka looked over before looking at Adrien.

“You like her?” He asked but Adrien lightly chuckled.

“Yeah,” He replied, causing Luka’s heart to drop slightly before he looked over at her. “She’s a great friend of mine. How could I not like her,”

“She is great,” He agreed, only he meant it in a way Adrien didn’t.

[bethelwrites]

the new normal

trigger warnings for: suicide, blood, guns

January 9, 2018. It'd started out like any other day, their alarm clock going off at 0600 hours sharp, the shrill sound alerting them that it was time to begin their day. Jason hit the snooze button and pulled his wife closer, the couple savoring the few moments they knew they had to themselves before their door opened and their two year old daughter, Gabriella, came running into the room with her camouflage clad teddy bear wrapped securely in her arms, climbing up onto her parents' bed as she asked what was for breakfast. It would be another half an hour before their son came crawling out of his room to almost fall asleep in his cereal bowl before heading off to catch the bus to school. It started off as a day just like any other, and if you asked Savannah now, eight months later, if there had been any signs of what she'd find in her backyard that afternoon she'd both be able to name so many but so few at once. The kiss she'd given her husband as he left out into the grey morning, his uniform causing him to bare a strong resemblance to the teddy Gabby had tucked beneath her arm at the breakfast table, was far too short to be good enough for goodbye. However, looking back, it was longer than their usual forehead kiss and hurried 'I love you's as he flew out the door, breakfast sandwich and protein shake in hand as he headed to base.

That morning it was a lingered kiss, a longing stare, a quiet and purposeful 'I love you', before he gave each of the children their own, seemingly sentimental goodbye. If they hadn't already been running late maybe she would have picked up on it, but if JJ didn't leave within the next two minutes he would have missed the bus and Gabby was still wearing her PJs, a cause for concern since Savannah herself had to leave the house within the next fifteen minutes in order to drop her daughter off at daycare and make it to work on time for her first client of the day. Looking back, she regretted not noticing his subtle nuances, because maybe if she'd taken a second to actually look at her husband she would have seen the way he paused in the doorway, looking back on his family with a sad smile as they went about their lives. He'd already made his choice and made peace with it, a choice that Savannah wouldn't have been privy to until later that afternoon.

1237 hours. 'Hey, was able to get away for lunch. Meet me at the house at 1, I'm getting your favorite. I love you.' The text had elicited a wide, excited smile to form on Savannah's features and she finished with the client currently in her chair hastily before grabbing her purse and keys from her drawer and running out of the doors of the salon, simultaneously telling the shop manager she'd be taking an extended lunch as she unlocked the doors to her 4Runner and climbed in. If the lights cooperated, it was a 20 minute drive from work to the home they'd made eight years ago after their return stateside from Germany, and as luck would have it she hit every single red light on the way there.

1314 hours. She pulled into their driveway, the lifted black Silverado already neatly tucked into the right side of the concrete space. Traffic was horrible and she now only had 30 minutes to spend with her husband and eat lunch before she'd have to venture back out onto the road to finish her shift. Rushing through the unlocked front door, she called his name and was met with silence. The smell of Proletariat's 'The Favorite' pizza wafting through her nostrils as she entered the kitchen. There was an envelope on the counter with her name on it, set nicely down on top of the pizza box, but she didn't notice it. "Jason?" His name left her lips for the sixth time since she'd walked through the door, a hint of panic beginning to creep into her tone and her gut. She spent the next ten minutes looking all over the house for her husband of 10 years, only finding his green beret set neatly on their bedside table. She has a faint memory of the words 'this isn't funny anymore' leaving her lips as she descended the stairs, heading for the kitchen once more, hoping to find him standing at the counter, piece of pizza in his hand and a wide grin on his features. So when she reentered the kitchen and found it, once again, empty, she could feel her stomach drop. Call it women's intuition or a simple gut feelings, as soon as the brunette's gaze turned towards the french doors leading to the backyard she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach.

1339 hours. The sounds of sirens filled her ears as the police and EMS came racing down their street, the first responders listening to the instructions she'd provided just minutes ago to a 911 operator to simply come through the unlocked back gate. She was on her knees, blood stained hands gripping at her thighs as she watched paramedics move in what appeared to be slow motion. If she'd been rational she'd have known that anyone could see that the man she'd loved for the last 10 years had no sign of life, the handgun that lay still half in his hand having taken him away minutes after he'd sent the text. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

August 27, 2018. The new normal, if you could even call it that. Her alarm went off at 6:30AM, but she was already awake, cradling Gabby in her arms as another sleepless night came to a close and she was forced to begin a new day. It was JJ's first day of school and her parents were coming over at 7:00AM to pick up Gabby so that Savannah could take him. This was the new normal, she had to remind herself as she climbed out of bed and made her way out into the small kitchen of her houseboat to continue with a tradition that Jason had started four years ago on JJ's first day of kindergarten. Waffles on the first day of school. It'd been four months since the grieving family had moved from their spacious Seattle home to the small houseboat in Wrightsville Beach, one that Savannah's parents had occupied years prior while their home on the beach was being built. JJ had wanted to stay in Seattle with his friends, but Savannah had uprooted the children due to her inability to stay in a town that held so many painful memories, and now, as his alarm went off in the bedroom upstairs, Sav knew that the somewhat new routine they'd cultivated since their move was about to be tossed about once more. This was a day they'd all feel his loss more than they normally did, a day where Jason Bishop should have been there but instead of his presence they had the dog tags that hung around Savannah's neck and the patch JJ kept nestled snugly in his pocket at all times.

7:05AM. Her parents knocked once before walking onto the small houseboat, all smiles as they greeted their granddaughter with excited hugs and kisses. She was the least affected by this day, still not understanding the gravity of the words 'Daddy's not coming home'. But as JJ slowly descended from the spiral staircase, dark circles under his eyes and backpack dragging slowly behind him, Savannah knew that she had to put her own feelings aside and put on the brave face she'd mastered eight months ago as she picked her son up early from school to deliver the news that had torn both of their worlds apart.

7:32AM. The waffles sat untouched as she put her arm around her son's shoulders, the 10 year old softening for a moment as he leaned into his mother's embrace. "It's just school." He said as he pulled away from her to climb into the passenger's seat of the SUV.

7:49AM. "Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?" She asked, hand coming out to smooth down the child's dark tresses. He looked so much like his father. "I'll be fine, mom." His voice wavered and the shattered pieces of her heart crumbled a little further. "I know you will, bubba." Offering him the most encouraging smile she could muster, she leaned over and pressed a kiss into his forehead. "I love you." She said, the smile on her features finally feeling a bit more genuine as she peered down at her son. "I love you, too. See you later." His tone was short, words spoken as the door was shutting behind him and he made his way into the school. This was their new normal.

[cl-babydew]

28.) “I thought you loved me?” Louie and Della(family bonding)

OOOOHHHHHH BOYYYYYYY HAHAHAHA!!! Everyone’s hearts may shatter today! X,D This was requested by Donald_DellaStories! But before we start, let me just explain this a bit: If this angst/fluff oneshot had a title, it would be called “One Step At A Time”. Other things to know about this fic is that there’s going to be tons of comebacks and references to “Knitting” my old first fic! And this is placed before “My Little Green Bean” but it would be even more emotional if you already read “My Little Green Bean” before this fic! Oh boy this hurt to write! At least there’s fluff to finish it off! So let’s get right into the feels! I hope you all have tissues ready...

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What if Della were to barge in when she overheard her son in green confess his worries with the others while they were having a meeting. A meeting behind her back. A meeting about her...a family meeting without her...

What if she were to just up and leave them within that moment, coming back when she truly was ready to face motherhood.

“What if...”

Della laid in bed that night, staring emotionless at the ceiling high above her. The blanket that she randomly found while snooping around in her brother’s houseboat -he wouldn’t mind if she borrowed it- draped over half her body, her webbed feet peeking out.

She sighed to herself. Her and her boys were fine, right? She was doing ok as a mother, even if it was her second day, right?...She fought off an evil eating block head -after she was the cause of it- and saved Reb- Louie. She was still getting used to their names. “Darn Donald, I should’ve known he wouldn’t approve of the cool names I came up with. Who names their children ‘Huebert, Dewford, and Llewelyn?’ What in the universe even is a Llewelyn?!”

After a moment of scolding her absent brother, negative voices began to catch back up to her, ringing through her head as she groaned.

“-I’ve gone so long without a mom, I guess I don’t really know how to have one.”

“That’s because she’s not a mom!”

“I think Della is struggling to adjust to this new life.”

“After all, I’m used to cleaning after children, dear.”

She pulled the pillow from under her, and slammed it against her face, letting out a frustrated sigh.

The thoughts wouldn’t just leave her alone. They both agreed it’ll take a while to grow as a family...why did she still feel so...so...

She rubbed at her eyes, words couldn’t describe how she was feeling, she just was...feeling!

“I’m such a terrible mother.” She mumbled under her breath, her arm covering her eyes.

“M-mom?”

Della’s ears perked up, lifting her arm slightly as she peered over the side of her creaky bed.

“Re- I mean, Louie?” She puffed out her cheeks, “Louie wears the green!” Shaking her head, she forced a smile on her beak, “Is everything ok, green bean?” She patted herself on the back, saving that nickname on a list to remember.

Stumbling back a bit, the duckling’s heart stopped right in it’s tracks, tears pricking the sides of his eyes threatening to escape, “How...” he trailed off, taking in a shaky breath as he attempted to steady his trembling hands. He tried to fight the tears from streaming down his pale face.

Della’s eyes widened, cursing to herself as she stumbled over to her green hooded son on the floor, “Louie, sweetie? Is- are you ok? Did I do something wrong? Do you not like the nickname, cause I can change it if you-“

“No!” Louie spat out, shaking his hands, wincing at his mom’s taken back expression, “No...” his voice quavered as he softened his words, “I...eh...it’s ok.” He stiffened, glancing at the ground.

She wiped at his eyes, looking up at the visibly shaking duckling, “Are...” she hesitated, “..are you sure? You’re crying and-“

“I’m sure.” He assured her, then breathed in as he continued, “It’s just...Uncle Donald calls me that- well..he used to call me ‘my little green bean’...I just haven’t heard him say it in so long...” he blinked a few stray tears away from his eyes.

At a lost for words, Della bit her beak, sucking in air, “Oh...well I bet you’re still his little green bean.” Her smile might of been weak, but it was genuine.

Before Louie could respond, he noticed the blanket he knitted for his Uncle, was now on the floor from Della’s reaction.

She blinked a few times before following his questioning gaze, peering over her shoulder.

“Is...is that the blanket I made for Uncle Donald?” He kept his eyes on the blanket, his voice hushed.

Della, not really understanding, reached behind her, grabbing the blanket, “Uh...this?” She it held up to him, admiring the work that was obviously put into it.

Louie grasped the half he had in his hands, while his mom held the other. He smiled softly down at it. He was proud of this one thing he actually accomplished by himself.

His eyes flickered to his mother, studying her admiring eyes as she looked over his work. The boy’s stomach begun to swarm with butterflies, remembering that she was a knitter herself.

“So...you made this?” She broke the silence, causing Louie to advert his eyes back on the blanket as hers fell on him.

He shrugged, nodding, “Yea...Uncle Donald’s done so much...he deserved something.” Green eyes meeting her blue ones, his beak twitched up a bit into a tiny smile.

She smiled back, raising the blanket up to fully admire it. She gasped as she spotted her name knitted out onto the blanket.

“Uncle Donald missed you a lot...he’d tell us stories about you when you were both kids. But he’d never say what happened to you. All of it was a mystery. All he’d say was that you just...disappeared. He was hopeful that you’d come back...one day.” He glanced up at her watery eyes, then continued, “The nights he’d think we were asleep...I’d sneak outside the houseboat, watching him stare up at the sky...it was like he was waiting for you...”

She lowered the blanket, her voice cracking into a sobbed as she fell to her knees, pulling Louie in a hug. He slowly hugged back.

After a while she pulled back, rubbing her sons tears away, “I’m so sorry...” she burst out, wiping at her own tears, as one of her hands stayed plastered to his cheek. The blanket crumbled down between them.

Louie watched as his mom broke down in front of him. Him and his brother never really seen their Uncle break down because he would always hide it, trying not to worry them. But that didn’t tend to help when the walls weren’t thick...

He grabbed onto her wrist that was connected to the hand on his cheek, whispering, “Mom...”

“I’m such a terrible mother! I’ve been gone for 10 years! I can’t believe I thought you all would love me from the start- heh...like it would be that easy.” She insulted herself repeatedly, swallowing the poison of her words.

“Who said we don’t love you?!” Louie shouted out, squeezing her wrist slightly, his misty eyes scanning her teary filled ones.

She sniffed, “W-what?”

“Who said we don’t love you, mom?” He repeated

Her heart ached as he called her ‘mom’.

“Just because we aren’t use to having a mom...doesn’t mean we don’t want one, and that we don’t love you.” Louie stood up to make sure he was being heard, pointing down at his listener. “We promised to take this one step at a time, and that’s what we’re doing.”

Della opened her beak to retaliate, but was quickly interrupted.

“You may not be the perfect mom- hey! The perfect mom doesn’t even exist!” He paused, making sure his point was getting across. “You might not know how to be one yet, but no matter what. No matter how many times you mess up. How many times you set the kitchen on fire. Let monsters loose. We will still and always will love you. One duck alone is a storm, but all of us together, united...we’re a hurricane. And you’re apart of this family. Apart of this hurricane. So...please don’t go anywhere again?” Louie came to a calming stop, looking at his mother’s shocked expression.

Fidgeting in place, Louie leaned on his right webbed foot, “I love you, mom. We all love you. To the moon and back.”

After that, Della pulled her son down into another tearful hug. They stayed there within each other’s arms, crying every pain out, every worry washing away.

Pulling back once more, she chuckled down at her son, “I don’t mean to ruin this beautiful and emotional moment but, what did you come in my room for, again?”

He blinked, before snapping his fingers, “Since Uncle Donald usually lets me sleep with him when I have a...nightmare...” he mumbled. “And since he’s not here I wanted to ask you if I could-“

She gasped, holding her hands to her bill, “Of course you can sleep with your mommy!” She smirked.

Louie chuckled awkwardly, “Alright, dial it back a bit mom.”

She smiled down at him, kissing her son’s forehead, “No promises, Beanie.”

He groaned as she ruffled his hair, trying to squirm away, “Moooommm...” he complained, trying not to smile.

Rubbing the sides of his head, she ushered him off, “Now it’s off to bed with ya, my little duckling!” She chirped, hiding a squeal.

He began to slump on over to her bed as she called after him, which he turned at

attention to, “One step at a time, Louie?”

He smiled at her, “One step at a time, mom.”

___________________

Sooo...yep! I hope you all enjoyed this...and I’m sorry for the feels if it got to any of you. I’m also sorry if Louie seems too ooc, I always have problems when writing him and Lena, they are pretty tough to write for me. So I’ll just...see myself out...yeaaaaa...

[synkiller82]

Collapse Into Me Chapter 22 - Endure

Adrien was surprised to hear a knock on his door the next morning. He was in the middle of his piano practice, which was normally the one time he wasn’t disturbed. Before he could answer, the door opened and Nathalie stepped inside.

“You have a visitor,” she stated coldly as she stepped out of the way.

Marinette timidly walked into the room, the door closing behind her as Nathalie exited.  Marinette kept her eyes focused on the floor. “I’m sorry about last night.”

Adrien’s eyes shot wide in surprise. “Sorry? For what?”

“Last night was supposed to be our night , but I spent more time with Luka than with you.  Not that I wanted to. He cornered me when Alya left and I didn’t say anything when Kim let him cut in.”  Marinette felt the tears welling up in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have done either, but I needed to talk to him, to explain that you and I are officially together.” She walked over and collapsed onto the couch.

Adrien walked over and sat beside her. He could see the dark circles and puffiness in her eyes, like she had been crying all night.  When he had left her the night before, he had asked if she wanted him to stay longer, but she declined. Now, he wished he had insisted.  Adrien knew something was bothering her, but he also knew she needed time to process things. He tentatively placed a hand on her knee, giving her comfort if she needed, but the option to push him away if uncomfortable.

“I don’t understand. I told him, but it’s like... he didn’t listen. He just said he would be waiting, that it wasn’t right.” She looked at Adrien, tears beginning to fall. “Why would he say that?  What does he mean, Adrien?”

Adrien pulled her to his chest and ran his hand through her hair, pulling out her signature pigtails as he did. “I don’t know, Marinette.  Do you feel that this is right for you?” He felt her nod vigorously against his chest. “So do I, and I think that’s all that really matters.”  He laid a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Maybe it would be best if we stayed away from him for a bit.”

She shook her head. “Kitty Section has another jam session during the holiday. I would hate for you to miss playing with them. It will be fine. Maybe if he sees us together, it will be better.”

“My schedule is pretty full over the break, but if I do get the chance to go, we will discuss it then. Okay?” He felt her nod again. “And don’t think you have to do this to prove anything. If you don’t want to go, we won’t. If we do go and you feel you need to leave, we’ll leave. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Thank you for being so understanding.” She sat up and kissed him. “Nathalie said you were practicing your piano. Do you mind continuing?”

“Anything for you, Mari.” He kissed the top of her head again and made sure she was comfortable before going back over to the piano. “Do you have any requests today?”

“Something relaxing, but not depressing.”

“I know just the thing.” He winked before he placed his hands on the keys. After taking a moment to compose himself, he started into a jazz arrangement of various Disney songs.

“Is that Tangled ?”

“It is. I found a whole site dedicated to jazz versions of Disney songs. I know jazz relaxes me better than classical any day of the week.”

“It sounds fantastic.” Marinette acknowledged as she made herself more comfortable on the couch.

Adrien played for about 10 minutes, lost in music from Frozen, Beauty and the Beast, and The Little Mermaid . When he looked over again, he saw Marinette had fallen asleep. Chuckling to himself, he stood back up, and retrieved a blanket to cover her with. He laid a chaste kiss on her forehead before turning off his lights, allowing her to rest peacefully as he read on the other end of the couch.  He glanced back over at her sleeping form, and decided he would make sure he could go to the jam session. Luka was going to learn not to mess with Adrien’s princess.

---

“Hey, Nathalie.  I need to ask a favor.”  Adrien turned toward her after they dropped Marinette off at her house.  “I know it’s a long shot, but can you make sure my schedule is clear next Saturday afternoon?”

“What is the occasion?”

“There is another jam session, but more importantly I need to talk to someone who will be there before everyone else gets there.”

“Let me look into it.  With everything else added, I’m not sure I can grant your request.”

“Thanks, Nathalie.  It would mean a lot to both Marinette and I.”

Nathalie pulled every string she had to move all of his appointments from Saturday to Sunday.  The only thing she hadn’t been able to move was a charity event the company way hosting.  

Adrien thanked Nathalie for her support and called Alya to see if she could make sure Marinette arrived late to the jam session.  He didn’t want to upset her anymore with this whole situation than she already was. Saturday, this whole thing with Luka was going to end.

---

Saturday arrived with a light snow storm, so Adrien wasn’t surprised when he didn’t see anyone on the deck of the houseboat.  Not sure what to do, he announced himself as he had the last time he came and was rewarded with Anarka Couffaine’s permission to board.

“Excuse me, but is Luka downstairs?”  Adrien asked as he snaked his way through the debris toward the stairs that lead below deck.

“Aye.  In his cabin, last I saw,” Anarka answered.  “Ye know where it be?”

“I do.  Thank you.”  Adrien gave her his best model smile and headed down.  He found Luka sitting on his bed, tuning his guitar. “Hey Luka.  We need to talk.”

“Adrien.  I didn’t know you were coming.”  Luka set his guitar down. “What’s on your mind?”

“You need to stop toying with Marinette.” Adrien looked Luka in the eye as he spoke.  “You are hurting her with all your talk about things not being right between her and I.  Who are you to decide what is best for her anyway?”

“I just want her to be happy.”  Luka shrugged as he picked his guitar back up and began to play.  The song was almost in tune, but a note here or there threw it out of sync.  “There is something that is holding you back from being completely happy.”

“That is for us to figure out.”  Adrien ran a hand through his hair and slid to the floor, his back against the wall next to the door.  “Look, you are a great person to talk to, and I know we both see you as a friend. However, you really confused and hurt Marinette last week.  You know she overreacts easily.”

“I do, and I’m sorry.”  Luka stopped playing and sighed.  “I just don’t know how to talk to people sometimes.”

Adrien nodded.  “I’m just glad this was all a big misunderstanding.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone thought you were hitting on Mari.”  Adrien tilted his head back and closed his eyes.  “Myself included. It didn’t help my perception when she told me what you said.”

“I can’t deny that I have feelings for her, but that wasn’t my intent.”  It was Luka’s turn to sigh and run his hands through his hair. “As I said, I just want her to be truly happy.”

Adrien nodded, his eyes still closed.  “I want the same thing, Luka.” He opened his eyes and fixed Luka with a serious expression.  “So let me be perfectly clear. Marinette is my girlfriend and I love her dearly. I will not allow you, or anyone else, to hurt her.”

“Understood.”  Luka stood, but turned back to Adrien.  “However, if you truly loved her, you wouldn’t lie to her.”  

Adrien watched Luka walk out of a different door toward the interior stage.  Luka was right, Adrien was harboring a huge secret, which caused him to lie to Marinette quite a bit.  What was he supposed to do, though? He couldn’t tell Marinette that he was Chat Noir. Ladybug was adamant no onecould know their identities.  He would be putting her and her family in danger from Hawkmoth.  It was one of the main reasons he never visited her as Chat after the Glaciator incident.

It would be easier if she knew.  She would understand why he had to run toward the danger.  Plagg wouldn’t have to hide all the time, only having Adrien’s room to roam free in.  He would finally have someone in his life he didn’t have to wear a mask around.

Adrien shook his head.  This wasn’t the time to dwell on this.  He would talk to Plagg later. Right now, he needed to get to Mari and the rest of his friends.  He had a keyboard to play.

---

“Hey, Marinette,” Luka called as he walked toward her and Alya. “Can we talk?”

Alya took a step in front of Marinette, partially blocking the shorter girl from view.  Her stance told Luka everything he needed to know about how she felt about him at that moment.  Alya tilted her head slightly to hear what Marinette was whispering, before glaring at Luka and moving aside.

“Lead the way.” Marinette spoke quietly, not looking at the teen in front of her.  She followed Luka back to the main deck and into the bridge, where it was slightly warmer.  “What did you need to talk about?”

“I just wanted to apologize.  I didn’t mean to hurt you at the dance.”  Luka watched as Marinette curled up on herself a bit.  “I just want you to be happy and I thought maybe, you might want to try us--”

You can stop right there.”  Marinette’s postured stiffened and she glared at Luka.  “Adrien and I are together Luka. We have been dating for almost six months now.  I’m not going to leave him for you.” She sighed. “You are a great friend, and I thought I liked you as more, but I don’t.  I have only ever loved Adrien. Please respect that.”

Luka heart cracked at her words, but part of him knew it was coming.  He saw the way those two looked at each other, the way their songs were almost a perfect harmony.  He was tempted to tell her about Adrien keeping things from her. That it wasn’t as clear and beautiful as it appeared to be.  He didn’t, though. He had told Adrien and now that was Adrien’s problem.

“I understand.  I hope he continues to make you happy, Marinette.”  Luka turned and walked back downstairs to the stage to warm up.

Marinette leaned on the windowsill and stared out over Paris.  She heard the door open again and turned to see Adrien standing in the doorway.

“Here you are.  Alya said Luka wanted to talk to you, but he came back and you didn’t.”  He walked over and wrapped himself around her from behind, knowing how much she hated the cold.  “What do you need? You want to go or stay?”

Marinette wasn’t sure which option was the better one.  “Let’s stay, at least for a little while.” She turned in his arms and hugged him back.  “I told you I love to hear you play.”

“Okay.”  Adrien leaned down and kissed her.  “But promise me you will let me know if you want to leave.”

“Promise.”  She gave him a peck and pulled out of his embrace.  She took his hand and they went back downstairs. She happily sat next to Alya and watched as the band worked on a few new numbers, as well as some of their favorites.

Adrien and Marinette were whisked away in Adrien’s car a few hours later.  Marinette curled against Adrien’s side as he hugged her to him. He laid his head on top of hers and enjoyed the quiet drive to the bakery, happy that the situation with Luka had been resolved.  He pulled her a bit closer and placed a gentle kiss on top of her head, smiling into her hair when he heard her sigh contentedly. He was still a little surprised this was his reality now, but he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.  She was everything he needed, everything he wanted, and he was determined to never let her go.

[tech-blog987]

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‘ time for bed. no ifs, ands, or buts. ’ Donald and Dewey

"Time for bed. no ifs, ands, or buts," Donald yawned."No!!!! I wanna playyyy!!!" Dewey whinnied and flailed his small toddler fists."With who? Both of your brothers are asleep already," Donald rubbed his eyes. Dewey looked around, realizing that he actually was alone."Me...?" Dewey pointed to himself. Donald groaned."Dewey, you need to sleep.""No! I wanna play pirate adventure!" Dewey climbed on top of the couch. "Dewey! Get down from there!" Donald quacked and ran to Dewey."No! I'm an adventurerererer!" Dewey pointed to himself proudly and Donald felt something snap."No you aren't! You're grounded mister!" Donald yelled at the child. Dewey laughed and started running around the around the whole houseboat shouting " I'm an adventurer" on the top of his lungs. Donald rubbed his eyes and stared running after the wild child. Dewey may have been only a toddler, but he knew how to run. He chased Dewey around the houseboat for five circles until he realized he wasn't chasing Dewey anymore and that instead, Dewey wanted to play hide and go seek. Donald groaned. "Deuford, I don't have time for this, its bed time, go to bed!" Donald picked up pillows from the floor and looked under couch cushions, " I'm really losing my patience here!" Donald kept looking. He checked all of the closets but couldn't find the blue triplet anywhere. He was getting nervous. Finally, after another 10 minutes, he heard a soft cry on the roof over the helm. He peeped on the roof and saw the blue triplet hugging his knees and crying. Donald climbed himself up there and scooted himself next to him. "What's wrong Dewey?" Donald spoke in a soft voice. "I-I can't f-find Un-unca Donald!" the child sobbed. "Dewey, I'm right here," he wrapped his arm around him. Dewey gasped and hugged Donald tightly."Donallddddd!!!" the child sobbed. Donald hugged him back with a tired smile."Its okay Dewey... I'm right here.." he soothed him."I-I wanna go to bed," he sniffled and looked at his uncle."I thought so. C'mon," he got himself down from the roof and helped Dewey down. They walked hand in hand back into the triplets room and Donald tucked Dewey into bed. "That's enough adventuring for now, right?" Donald kissed Dewey's forehead. The middle child gave no response, already passed out from exhaustion. Donald got up and turned off their light.

[ourykadventure]

Day 24 & 25: September 9 & 10

Quarantine Diaries: 11 & 12

Yesterday was kind of a slower paced day. We got some laundry, unpacking, and organizing done but mostly played and snuggled with the girls!

Grover was busy completing his online dating profile, so he didn’t spend a lot of time with us.

Claire was very snuggly today. Hoping this “developmental leap” crankiness passes quickly!

Today we worked on setting up Claire’s future room and unpacking more of Annabelle’s boxes. I’m hoping the paint gets here soon. I am so excited to paint and put the bed together. Annabelle is going to be so excited when she sees it!

We decided to take a break from the house. We went to “Old Town” to visit the Pilot Monument and take in the beautiful 360-degree-views of Back Bay, houseboats, the floatplane aerodrome and the downtown skyline - our new home!

It is dedicated to the bush pilots and engineers whose lives were lost as they flew the wilderness skies of the Northwest Territories. The monument also serves a practical purpose: When the light on the tower is flashing, it lets residents and visitors know that floatplanes or skiplanes are active on Yellowknife Bay.

The view was absolutely beautiful!

We are going back to “Old Town” this weekend so we can explore more! The quick glimpse we saw today - we really liked it!

Isolation Fact #10:

The Northwest Territories is home to 42,000 people as of the 2016 census – barely one-thousandth of the Canadian population. Half of the population is Indigenous – here since time immemorial – while half come from elsewhere. Of the former, a wide range of cultures are represented. About nine percent are Métis, mostly concentrated on the south side of Great Slave Lake. Another 11 percent are Inuvialuit, the people of the far North. The Dene make up about 30 percent of the territorial population. And among those 13,000 or so Dene, there are five main groups: The Chipewyan around Lutselk'e on the East Arm of Great Slave Lake, the Tłįchǫ up in the North Slave region communities near Behchoko and Whati, The Yellowknives who are north and northeast of Great Slave Lake, the Slavey -- North Slavey live around the Deh Cho region and the South Slavey around the southwest of Great Slave Lake in communities like Fort Providence and Hay River, and the Sahtu Dene in the communities around Great Bear Lake.

[anis5240]

Dear…

(A DT 2017 fic, prompt by @holisticvolunteer - hoo boy am I READY for THIS 😆😣)

(also, sorry for being a bit late - life stuff 😅😅)

Synopsis: The boys ask their uncle about their mother.

It was midday, and Donald Duck was waiting for his nephews at the town’s elementary school along with other couples, leaning against his car. He kept glancing at his wristwatch, avoiding the occasional gazes they gave him.

Some time later, the bell rang, and the kids ran out, heading toward their parents or any family figures of them. The sailor admitted that he felt a punch to his heart as he went on watching the kids being taken home by their real family, and not their relatives.

Soon, he spotted three little ducks in which he knew them in a quick glance: his boys; Huey, Dewey and Louie. He forced himself to smile and greeted them as usual.

“How was your day, boys?” he asked them, ruffling their hair and escorted them to enter the car. “Got any interesting stuff to talk about?” He started the car and with a small splutter, it revved up and he went driving them back to their home, the lovely houseboat in Hookbill Harbour.

“All good, Uncle Donald,” Huey replied with a quick smile. Then he frowned. Donald glanced at the backside mirror and saw the nephews were whispering at each other, and he could make out the words “celebration” and “Mom”.

“Can we ask you something, Uncle Donald?” the one dressed in blue, Dewey spoke, and Donald had his hands gripped to the steering wheel tightly, knowing already what was the question.

“Sure, boys,” he said. “But wait until we get home, OK? Why don’t we go for a decent lunch as of now?”

“Oohhh! Can we get some pizza, Uncle Donald?” Louie, the youngest triplet cut in. “I want the one with lots of cheese!” “Sure, why not?” The green car then swerved towards downtown Duckburg.

The rest of the afternoon was spent at the mall, with Donald had to buy some household items while the boys were enjoying themselves at the mall’s playground. Soon night closed in and the four Ducks arrived at the houseboat.

“That surely was fun!” Louie spoke cheerfully as they carried the grocery bags into their home. “Can we do this again some other time, Uncle Donald?”

“Of course. In the meantime, get to bath,” the sailor said and they hurriedly went to the bathroom, obviously wanted to call dibs first.

“Remember, Uncle Donald! We still want to ask you something!” was Dewey’s call before joining his brothers in the chaos.

Donald sighed as he heard it. All his efforts went in vain. He thought that by bringing the boys to an outing, they will forget about whatever they were going to ask him.

“I’m a ruined duck,” he muttered in defeat, arranging plates and glasses on the dining table and getting prepared for their dinner. To be completely honest, he still wasn’t ready to face the truth, even though it had been almost five years since it happened.

After their quick dinner (leftover of the pizza they had earlier), every Duck went to the sofa, which was normally reclusive for reading bedtime stories and such. Tonight however, wasn’t the time for it.

“Alright, it seems that you boys want to ask me something,” Donald said as he landed on the sofa. “We do, Uncle Donald,” said Huey, cuddling his red pillow. A pause and he added, “Do we have a mom? If so, where is she?”

The older duck silently gulped the second he heard the question.

“It was just…we’re wondering about her, and that we never see her, Uncle Donald,” the red-clad duckling continued. “Does she have a dangerous job?”

Donald pondered about the thought of his sister and after a while, he spoke, “Your mother is, well…” He stammered a bit, his mind flashed back to the one he didn’t wish to remember again; “She’s gone.”

“Gone?” the triplets asked in unison, eyebrows knitted. “But why?”

“She…she got stuck somewhere, and couldn’t make it home,” he answered with a defeated sigh; it was not entirely a lie but his heart ached for doing so to his nephews.

His sister’s children.

“What makes you to ask me that anyway, boys?” He looked into each nephew’s eyes.

“Nothing really,” Dewey said. “But as of we know, you are our parent, both Mom and Dad.”

“And we love you because of it.” The three nephews went to hug their uncle, who was by now on the brink of crying.

“Thank you, boys.” was all Donald could muster before his emotions got the better of him as they pulled off their embrace. “Why don’t you go to sleep, it’s almost 9 anyway.”

“Can we go a bit late? Like 9. 30 or even 10 o’ clock?” Louie half-persuaded, half-pleaded with a smile. “Sounds a bit too late yet too early for me,” Dewey said with a shrug.

“9.45, then,” Huey suggested. “Is that alright for you, Uncle Donald?” “Too late; 9.20 is the time,” Donald rose and retired to his room. “Remember, you got school tomorrow!” He smiled weakly as he heard their moans.

As the sailor entered his room, his expression changed to a melancholic one. Closing the door and flicked on the lamp switch, he then headed to his wardrobe, in which he slid it open and took out a brown wooden box before settling on his bed. He sighed before lifting the box lid, revealing its contents.

Pictures of his childhood along with his family were among the trinkets inside the box. Others were random gifts and letters from his friends. He picked the photo of his family and gazed at it.

‘Everything surely has changed,’ he thought.

His parents, Hortense and Quackmore Duck. Both of them had their proud smile on their face, staring at the camera with dignity. He often wondered on how they ended up married despite being such hotheads, in which he inherited their temper.

Then his eyes fell onto Della, his twin sister.

Sweet, determined Della. He admired her for her courage, but of course, curiosity killed the cat as people put it in a way.

He placed the photo back into the box and hid it in his wardrobe again. He then went for the curtains, watching the moon shone brightly from his window.

“Wherever you are, Della, be safe,” was his nightly wish before he drew off the curtains and went to sleep.

[sullivanandrew]

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[tech-blog987]

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The visitors are served lunch, night tea, dinner and breakfast, organized with the aid of using the group onboard. Traditional Kerala delicacies is served, and any nutritional alternatives may be knowledgeable beforehand.

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[imaginethebeautifulworld]

71- and what was ur fave thing about each of them? and for the us, can you do states??

71: Countries you’ve visited?

United States

PennsylvaniaI love the fact that in PA, you just can’t escape the trees. The forest is everywhere. Deal with it.

New YorkI’ve only been to New York a couple of times, and each of those times was to the Big Apple. My favorite thing about NYC I think is how no one bats an eye your way. No one asks questions, and it’s kind of great. (That’s the image I got anyway).

New JerseyNew Jersey is kind of one of those layover states for me- a place that I’m only passing through to get somewhere else. But I did have the chance to stay at my roommate’s house when we were getting ready to head to Newark to fly to London. She’s the granddaughter of some really rich dude- Her house is big enough to fit my entire village in, no lie. She took us to her local mall, and I was faced with the blooming reality that there are actually people out there that can spend $3785 on a single pair of shoes and not bat an eye. She is among those. But she also now knows how to thrift shop like a boss, and I think we really balanced each other out in that end.

MarylandI’ve only driven through Maryland, sadly. But as it stands now, my favorite part is probably that it’s the state where one of my homies lives. Oh! And the Baltimore Barnes and Noble! They had a kickass train set in their children’s section, and I spent a good portion of my afternoon there. Got a full set of Shakespeare there~

VirginiaI’ve been to Virginia once in my life, and that was for my high school senior class trip. We hit up Busch Gardens (where I rode my first upside down roller coaster ever), Virginia Beach (my first time seeing the ocean, where I decided to run as far in as physically possible while wearing jeans and all my outer layers), and Norfolk (where I and my best friend hopped aboard a wedding cruise, were mistaken as wedding guests, and basically completely avoided our classmates as we danced with the wedding party and shared stories under the stars with the bridesmaids.) For Virginia- it was the memories. Good, good memories. But mostly Busch Gardens. I love the way that park is set up; each section is based off another country. Highly recommend the pretzels in their Germany, by the way. And check out the Loch Ness Monster- it goes into a tower and- Yes. Terrifying. Love it.

United Kingdom

EnglandMy beautiful, precious England. Lived in the centre of Westminster for about six months, and I had never been happier. I did get to visit a few places outside of London- Rochester, Nottingham, Sherwood, Bath, Dover, Canterbury, Stonehenge- but not as many as I would have liked. For England as a whole, I adored how easy it was to travel around the country- the public transportation there is leagues beyond anything the US could hope to find within the next decade. As for London- I feel I’m a bit more of an expert on this from living there. London- Despite being one of the bigger cities in the world, it never felt crowded? I only was overwhelmed by the size in my first week (then I explored a bit and realised it’s honestly one of the easiest cities I’ve ever had to navigate), My favorite part about England was that, no matter where I was in the country, despite being completely different soil (sometimes brick red, sometimes white chalk), it always felt like I was home. I’ve never fallen in love with a human, but the emotions I feel in regards to London- I find it’s comparible. I didn’t want to leave. I’ve been stateside for over 2 years now, and every day my heart still pangs in longing for the Belgian waffles outside Baker Street station, the roasted chestnuts that are floating around between Tate Modern and the Millenium Bridge, the annoying voice of the lady at Charing Cross always reminding you to “mind the gap,” the houseboats of the Romani in Regent’s canal, Little Venice, the way the hot cocoa from Pret a Manger is so rich that it just melts in your mouth, the peppercorn sauce from Garfunkle’s, the secret gardens in Regent’s Park, the divine massages that come with every new hair style, the salt in the air, the brilliant colours alligning the Queen’s Walk (whether you’re heading towards Southwark or Victoria), and the constant, spontaneous hailstorms that go totally vertical if you’re on Westiminster Bridge.London- London was honestly a dream come true, and as the real world creeps ever closer, I’m becoming more resigned to never having the opportunity to go there again.

ScotlandI only got to spend a couple of days in Aberdeen. We three (my roommate, her boyfriend, and myself) were going to visit Edinborough, but after comparing costs, we realised it was way cheaper to rent an apartment in the coastal city than it was to rent individual beds in the latter. We explored the coast, found a mall, saw a film, I flirted with a cop, befriended a couple of cats, discovered an abandoned castle- Scotland was the most peaceful place I have ever been. I would be entirely content with a small flat somewhere in Aberdeen- The library was very much like one in one of our coal towns, the theatre is active, the shopping district is lively, Primark of course has wonderful selections, and there is a lovely deli/cafe hidden away that makes the best homemade lollis I have ever tasted.

France

I think I would have enjoyed France a lot more if I hadn’t gone in the spring. As it was, I visited Paris (and Versailles!) during my Easter Break, and for the first two days, I was extremely disappointed. Paris itself is amazing; the food at any pop-up stand is to die for (totally recommend the Croque Monsieur served at the open-air stands in Jardins de Tuileries!), you can buy really fucking good wine at any grocery store for less than 10 quid, and there are little secret nooks and crannies you would never expect. However, the city itself smells like shit, and the homeless population is almost overwhelming. It was by far not the cleanest city I toured while in Europe, but it was definitely the… There is gold in most of the buildings, and a certain romanticism that is purely French in itself. My third day, the sun was out, and I did most of my exploration then. If you abandon the Metro, you’ll find gold (literally). You just have to… Learn to ignore the negatives and appreciate the positives. Perhaps one day I’ll return, and give her another chance. When that happens, I’ll take someone with me.

Belgium

Belgium was quiet, there were swans everywhere, I met at least four cats in each of the three cities I explored, and it’s the perfect blend of Germanic architecture and French linguistics to make my heart skip a beat. In Ypres, I found some really cool looking in-ground huts, and a giant wooden cat sculpture in the town square (all cobblestones, by the way). My afternoon was complete when I saw a tractor just roll on through the main streets like it was a normal thing. In Oostende, I was nearly blown into the sea by a squall and found the most romantic little park I’ve ever come across. In Brugge, I danced with an older gentleman playing an accordian, sampled more chocolate than should be tolerated, threw a bottle of beer at a party I wasn’t even invited to, and accidentally found a thrift store and befriended the elderly couple who managed it. I also purchased a watercolor from a local artist and his fiance, both of whom I’m still penpals with to this day. Belgium was quiet, peaceful, and perhaps the most genuinely friendly of countries I’ve wandered.

Netherlands

Another in which I went with my roomie and her boyfriend. We stayed in Amsterdam, and oooh boy there were some moments. At one store, I was mistaken for a local and had a gentleman start talking to me in Dutch. We toured the Jewish Historical Museum; it was the first time I had seen my roomie brought to tears simply by being in a room. There was a carnival in the Red Light District, and we bought a cotton candy that was bigger than our three heads combined. I loved Amsterdam because it was probably one of the most laid-back, cleanest places I have ever seen.

Italy

Spent my birthday in Rome, took a train to Venice. Rome is easily walkable, but be warned that it’s mostly cobblestones and there are a lot of hilly spots; don’t wear shoes you haven’t broken in yet, no matter how cute they are. Don’t take pictures with the guys dressed up; they’ll try to charge you about 5 quid per photo. If you’re craving pizza, there is a tiny, almost invisible pizzeria just across the road from the Spanish Steps. Buy yourself a whole pie; it’s worth the 8 quid. I liked Rome for the mere fact that it felt like a foreign city. It had distinctly contemporary aspects to it, but the orange trees, the heat, the dry air- that was all a new experience for me. I honestly wish I had been there for more than a day. As for Venice- we (my roomie’s bf and me- We scored a deal on Groupon for flights, hotes, train ride for Rome and Venice for two, and we met up with my roomie in Venice with her folks, who had taken her to Florence and Naples) splurged on 1 euro gelato, the best damn apples I have ever found, really bad films- That was just the first night. Our train ride had us sitting across two glorious lads from Brighton- I don’t think they actually had any luggage; their sacks were filled with at least five bottles of wine and half the breakfast buffet. The second day in Venice, we toured the city, moved from our hotel to a private apartment that my roomie’s parents rented, and I discovered the joys of premade toast with nutella, Italian bridal showers, and befriending the local fishermen. The food, the culture, the drinks- well, the wine. I will never do limoncello again in this lifetime. The absynthe in Paris was leagues better, and that’s saying something.- Venice is- There’s something almost mystical about the place. The water trickles all around you, and the wind whispers in old dusty walls. It’s a complete maze, and some corners you turn into have no ending, no life. And’s almost completely walking, which only adds to the whimsy. I- Venice was magical, and I hope I can return to explore on my own before she succumbs to the sea.

Vatican City

Stopped by while in Rome, and I was super disappointed by the hellishly long queue waiting to go into the Chapel. My traveling buddy and I instead opted to explore the mini city within the tiny nation. We found the ATM that has Latin as an option, and played a small round of catch with a young Swiss boy who was there with his grandparents. I feel bad as I don’t really have much feedback on Vatican City, but I can say at least the exterior architecture is ace.

Spain

Oh Spain. Where to begin? Barcelona houses the best gelato out of all the cities I toured (with a small exception to the Gelati Leche I found in Rome, but it still dominates in Vanilla and Chocolate.) The beach is wonderful, the waters were so blue it was almost like looking at the sky again. Our Irish buddy was with us, and it was the first time someone taunted me enough to swim out into the sea deep enough that I could no longer touch the bottom. Again, I always underestimate how much I like being in water, so I didn’t pack a change of clothes that first day. We did do some exploring and some shopping, but the best part after the hours spent on the beach was finding an Italian restaurant that was playing Spice Girls’ music videos in the background, while the owners spoke in French. Spain was the last trip I did while abroad, and the flight home was to Finals Week, and my last week in London. Our flight home brought with it the sunrise over France, knowledge that I was coming to a new chapter of my life, one I still haven’t written yet. But the greatest and most transformative moment came after we had returned.Traffic was fucking shite man. I didn’t get back to school until about halfway through my one history final, so late that I didn’t even go to my room. I hauled ass in with my big backpack, my notes in my free hand, panic written on my face, desperation in my words. Unofrtunately, the professor could not by contract allow me to take the exam. However, in a private meeting later, he asked me to confide what grade I needed to earn full credits back in the States. On account of my earlier performance, he gave me the grade, assured me that I “would have gotten an A anyway; I know you know your history,” and only gave me a brief chiding on poorly timed scheduling.Somehow though, I didn’t mind. I should have been more upset about missing an exam- a Final, no less!- but in comparison to everything I had done that weekend-Spain taught me that sometimes in life, there will be conflicting paths. Both will give you an opportunity, but it’s up to you to decide which one to take. I chose the path that gave me more stories to tell, gave me memories of soft sand and amazing french fries and complimenting strangers over breakfast, gave me a hat and a hand-painted fan that I couldn’t have found anywhere else. I chose to follow my heart, and while I may not have gained the A I wanted for that module, I earned something that can never be replaced.Spain taught me that life is short, and while there are goals you will want to reach, don’t push aside those chances to live a little.In The EndI miss traveling. I want to see more of the US, I want to visit friends and family in Ukraine, Phillipines, Louisiana, Madagascar, Russia, Germany, and Brazil. But for now, I’m here. For now, I’m bettering myself in the small ways. The world is so much bigger and far more wonderful than you could even begin to imagine. I may never see Nepal or Alaska, I might never get a chance to explore the Amazon or wander Kenya. But what I can do is keep collecting each memory, every moment, keep it all close to my heart. Because those little moments?

Those are what make the adventure truly amazing.

[harley-wanders]

Oh, hi there!

My apologies for the lack of posting. Tumblr only wants to work when the internet is good (spotty wifi doesn't lend itself well to it).

After the ferry from Wellington to Picton (no, not PEC area, there's no black river cheese factory or Waupoos winery around the Picton and Wellington here....and the ferry is 3 hours, not 15 minutes). There is, however, a delightful bakery in Picton that we stopped at. I bought some of the "world's best carrot cake" (which I could only eat half of...and...oh well, stay tuned for what happened to the other half).

So we took the Ferry to Picton and then drove to Abel Tasman. Once we got there we jumped on a water taxi to a house boat (it was pissing rain by this point but somehow Marie and I managed to grab a seat at the front so we were under the tarp/cover).

The water taxi was SUPER bumpy (and a hell of a lot of fun. We giggled and couldn't stop smiling the whole 30 mins...at least us in the front, whoops - sorry backseaters). When we arrived to the house boat the rain had died out to a drizzle.

Marie, Olivia, and I all got the room on the main floor....it only had a double bed but we agreed we could cuddle haha. The rest of the group were in the bunks down below (which, for the record, looked super cool. I'm just happy I didn't have to climb up and down when. i needed to use the washroom in the middle of the night). Anyway, after we out our stuff away we all went for a swim.

Most of us, me included, jumped off the top of the house boat (~4 metres) into the water. It was beautiful and a really nice swim. We took some pics with my underwater camera (to be uploaded once I'm home) - by the way, for all the pictures go to my facebook. I may try again to load them here but I can only do 10 at a time and it glitches a lot.

After the swim we ate a great meal (and didn't have to do dishes - yay 🙌) and played Mafia (thanks Marcus - it's such a fun game!).

I got the right side of the bed, Marie was in the middle, and Olivia was on her left. It was definitely a tight squeeze but we managed to fall asleep. Marie did end up going to one of the bunk closer to morning because it was too hot in the middle haha.

In the morning we ate breakfast (pancakes ftw!) and got the call that due to the massive amount of rainfall, our canyoning was cancelled. Bummer. Oh well, that means we can do that 12.5 km hike afterall 🙌 .....sounds fun right? Yeah, it would have been if it weren't for the torrrential downpours.

We had a short water taxi ride over to the shore in the rain (we were all wet by now) and then dried our feet and out our socks and shoes on. Summer tomd us most of the track was covered by the forest canopy so we weren't in too bad of spirits. I think by this point we still found our luck with houseboats and beautiful places funny.

The track wasn't covered...and when you're csrrying ~40lbs of (dry) stuff it's not so much fun. At some points the water was up to my knee! I was just hella happy that I packed using ziplock bags as compression things as it kept all my important stuff dry.

After 12.5km we reached the end of the track. We walked another km to our accomodation - Old Macdonalds Farm and met Summer at the reception. Wifi was $5 and towrls were $2. Easy decision as the towel i brought was soaked and there wouldn't be much to do. Olivia dropped something when paying for hers and I bent down to pick it up and then RRRRRRIIIIIIPPPPP....there goes my pants hahaha.

Anyway, we got our room (it was a camping site thing so literally a small room with a bunk and single bed it in....not much room). Summer drove us all up to the communal showers to wash and warm up before putting on dry clothes. Oh, and the trailer we had (new bus and trailer in the south island...goodbye Gus!) Leaked. So not only were the belongings we were carrying soaked, but many peoples' big packs were as well. Again, I'm thankful for my ziplocks... It was just my other travel towel and a couple pther things in the bottom that were wet. Unfortunately Olivia's entire pack was drenched....including her passport. A few peoples' passports, actually.

Summer gave us change to use the dryers and found a big outdoor propane heater that we hung things up around to dry them...we even took the soles out of our shoes and held them up.

It was a really shitty thing but again, we had the best group because we mostly laughed it off (aside from a little initial crying for some). I found it hilarious and counted myself lucky that my passport and phones were okay.

That night we had a bug family supper (stir fry) and played a few games (two truths and a lie, as well as where you have a name on your forehead and you have to guess whobyou are by asking questions). It was a good night after all the stress of the day. Oh, at one point Marie, Olivia, and I went to the cafe and on the way back we saw an eel in the culvert - that shows you how much rain we got!

The next day we were en route to Westport (no...not the Westport north of Kingston). A cafe we stopped at had adorable ceramic salt and pepper shakers that was a hippie van and camper - in blue and purple of all colours. I had to resist the urge to buy them.

Then we went to Kilkenny lookout and Cape Foulwind where we saw a seal colony (including baby seals!!!) It was awesome!

Our accomodation that night was Tripinn Hostel. It had good wifi and comfortable beds (with lots of room). The grounds were beautiful and some of us did yoga on the grass to stretch out after the last couple days (I led it but I madr sure everyone knew I was not a certified teacher yet and to only do what was comfortable).

That night we had a wine tasting (many bought a bottle of wine each and we tried some of all of them) and a family dinner - mexican this time. We watched peoples' skydive videos and Summer's canyon swing vid.

The next day we stopped in Punakaiki where I carved a necklace out of beef bone with a lady named Karen. I made a koru and I love it! It's really cool to be able to say I made it myself. She works out of her home (or rather her workshop/shed out back). It was a beautiful little walk through forest to get there. On the way back to wait for the bus she asked if anyone wanted to milk a goat (she has dogs, goats, chickens, and other wildlife). No one raised their hand so naturally, I did. You don't turn down the offer to milk a goat when one presents itself. It was interesting. The goat was mounting/shedding so I only did a bit - you can't really drink milk when there's goat hair in it. Then Niki and I pet some horses down the road while the guys chatted. Summer picked us up to meet with the rest of the group (they did a walk) and we were able to scoot down and see the "pancake rocks." They were really cool.

After that we made our way to Franz Josef where (surprise) Oliva, Marie, and I shared a room again. This one had a king bed and a bunk bed....we all shared the king lol.

For dinner that night we had a veggie or pork option but they ran out of pork so we were able to choose whether we wanted to stick with veggie or have all you can eat pizza, garlic bread, fries, and 1 alcoholic bevvy. Marie, Olivia, and I stuck with salads (Olivia can't have any milk products and Marie and I had eaten way too many baked goods at all those cafe stops) :p when they brought our the fries we all grabbed a couple and then one of the (power-hungry) waitresses yelled at us and said if we didn't get the all-you-can-eat and ate any of the pizza/fries/garlic bread that we'd be kicked out. .....then they proceeded to put the first pizza (veggie) right in front of us....we regretted our decision. And then we got our salad....literally a side salad portion of mixed greens, a slice of beetroot, a couple cubes of pumpkin, and some feta. We were very creative with sneaking food after that hahaha. The boys all felt bad so they were giving us a fry or tiny piece of garlic bread under the table.

We were having a few drinks too and there was a pitcher with some money and a lemon that said if you can balance a dollar coin on the lemon you get a free shot of tequila. Worth a shot, right? Luckily there were some bills along the side and it was no problem getting that loonie (sorry, dollar) to stay on the lemon as the bills kind of kept it in place. Yay free tequila! Then we played Piccolo (which is a drinking game app) and one kf the guys, Matt, had to run around the room flapping his arms like a chicken. Nad, who is completely deaf, was really amused by this.

We called it a fairly early night as we had heli-hike and ice climbing the next day.

I'm going to post this in case tumblr glitches so I don't lose it and I'll pick right back up...