#British expat

[sailforvalinor]

Another thing about Kingdom Keepers is that I have never encountered a series with so many internal plot inconsistencies. And pretty big ones, too. When Jez/Jess is freed from her enchantment, it’s said that Finn realizes she’s Amanda’s sister because they look alike, but in the first chapter of the next book it’s stated that they’re adopted sisters and look nothing alike. Maybeck is said to be the computer guy, but that role is quickly passed to Philby, and I’m not sure that Maybeck ever actually touches a computer for the whole series. Philby is said to sound Aussie or Kiwi, but then four books later it says that he’s British. Finn is said to have a younger sister in book 2, even though she conspicuously never appears or is mentioned in book 1, even in scenes where it makes sense that she would be (e.g., at the dinner table). It’s absolutely ridiculous. Do I still love this series to death. You betcha.

[protocolseben]

Jenson Button for @/visit_singapore

[rjnello]

BA’s Flying “Day Care Center”

Hello from my dad’s in Pennsylvania! We flew here Saturday. We are in the States for a couple of weeks: [Dad’s backyard. Bushkill, Pennsylvania. Photo by me, September 1, 2024.] I have probably flown about 6 times a year for the last thirty years, so roughly “180” times at least. I have seen a lot of nonsense – including one woman running up the aisle toward the flight deck mumbling that she…

[maybeamiles]

I was researching cycling regulations in the uk like the anxious boi i am and discovered yet another strange turn of phrase in britain

Idk about you, but when I read the phrase "giving your wife a backie on your bicycle," i did not think that meant "letting your wife ride on the back of your bike"

[mishkakagehishka]

I love how there is just unequivocal hate of the British everywhere in the south tourist areas and they act exactly as the same rude asshats with 0 regard for decorum. Like... It's commendable. To think they can be that incredibly stable with such awful behavior everywhere they go...

NO RIGHT? It's so bad i had a teacher in middle school who was so open about hating British people bc of the way they behave. As she said, "They have strict laws on everything in the UK, so they let loose in countries they deem lesser", it's like they use southern europe as a theme park just to do what they want💀 It's ridiculous. Bathing in drinking water source rivers (?), and also the river from which the tastiest frogs are caught... a mutual is just telling me how they're doing fucking morphium in the streets and leaving the rubbish behind???? Everywhere?????? It's just abnormal and inhuman.

We have a problem of cops never really doing anything bc Profit, but I, personally, think that at one point, the locals are gonna get fed-up. I'm not saying we should do anything. But i'm saying if some people decide enough is enough, i'll look the other way. And it's already happening, i remember a news article about some men beating the shit out of a brit and bystanders joining in despite not knowing why or what. Bc brits have a reputation, and even i first assumed "musta been disrespectful"

[natandacat]

Its become clear to me rather early that intelligence as we discuss it today is baked into eugenics, bc of the way people get genuinely grandiloquent and emotional about my intellect, always in a way that reinforces a kind of biological hierarchy. Like I'm not just smart, I'm "superior", I "dominate", etc. And its not lost on me how many of these hyperbolic admirers have been white adults, although I've sadly seen it parroted and internalized by all my peers (especially more racialized peers who were made to feel especially inferior). What is also not lost on me is how vehement my father was about the importance of being an intellectual, his way of desperately hanging onto that idea as a way to retain respect, how different his desperation was compared to the confidence of those white adults, and how many other migrants of his generation say the exact same words I've heard him say ad nauseam. So yeah. I dont much care about intelligence.

[siliconpalms]

A Third of British Billionaires Take Wealth Offshore: What the Investigation by The Times Reveals

A recent investigation by The Times has brought to light a significant trend among Britain’s wealthiest individuals: the use of offshore tax havens to secure their fortunes. According to the British daily’s findings, roughly a third of Britain’s billionaires, equating to 28 of the island’s 93 billionaires, have shifted their wealth into tax havens over the past decade. This report exposes how…

[tomakemoneywithablog]

Daily Costs Of Living In Spain

Living In Spain updated May 2024 The cost of living in Spain is in general much lower than that of the UK and thats why so many Brits decide to move to Spain  but just what do things cost in Spain on a daily basis? Below I will show a few daily and monthly costs of living in Spain and just what I personally pay here now. Like any country, some major cities are more expensive than others to…

[unhingedwomandiaries]

Christ on a bike, you should've seen my husband tonight. There he was, all posh boy swagger in his jumper, staring at a bowl of cookie dough ice cream like it might sprout legs and do the bloody macarena. I mean, seriously? Twenty- eight years of life on this planet and he's never had cookie dough ice cream. It's like finding out someone's never seen Star Wars or heard of cheese on toast.

You know what it is? It's that proper British upbringing of his. All spotted dick and treacle tart and other puddings that sound like Victorian diseases. Meanwhile, I'm sat here, raised on a diet of American sugar bombs that would make Mary Berry clutch her pearls and probably phone the authorities.

So there's my husband, right, holding his spoon like he's about to perform surgery. His face is doing this thing - you know when a cat smells something weird and their nose goes all scrunchy? That. He's looking at these chunks of cookie dough like they're alien eggs about to hatch. I swear to God, I've seen people look less nervous defusing bombs in action films.

The thing is, this isn't just about ice cream. This is about the great divide between us - me being all "let's stuff everything inside everything else and deep fry it" American, and him being all "perhaps we should have a nice sensible Victoria sponge" British. It's like watching two centuries of cultural evolution play out in my kitchen, except instead of throwing tea in a harbor, we're having a crisis over Ben & Jerry's.

Finally - FINALLY - he takes a bite. And I'm not being dramatic (okay, maybe a bit), but I swear I could see his whole worldview shifting. Like watching someone who's only ever listened to Classical FM suddenly discovering heavy metal. His eyebrows did this mad dance, and for a second, I thought he might actually short-circuit.

But then... then he went in for another spoon. And another. And suddenly my proper English husband was demolished half a pint of cookie dough ice cream like a freshman during finals week.

I might have created a monster. A very polite, "terribly sorry, but might I have another bowl?" kind of monster, but a monster nonetheless.

God help us all when I attempt to introduce him to deep-fried Oreos.

[heartofyum]

UK and Irish expats in Dubai: we have been here a while... where are all the single serve pies?

Not sweet, I'm thinking rich steak and mushroom, or or creamy chicken and leek. Where are they all hiding?!

[kyreniacommentator]

BRS News: BHC meeting with Expats was very scratchy!

Introduction by Chris Elliott…. Having attended the recent British High Commissioner to Cyprus meeting with British expatriates in Northern Cyprus, I published a brief preview article and video review as this is the start of an in-depth look at the Cyprus Issue and the, it seems, UK reluctance to help the TRNC and the people living in it. As a member of the British Residence Society and with…

[alphabetsoup-blogposts]

"Emma Lovell"

All Love—MME (Teeside Intl)

Move all—MEL (Melbourne)

where Love is Hard.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Show Me.

Alexia Putellas x Reader [SMUT!]

word count : 2.7k

long distance is hard, will i know how to love you?

//

“Her plane lands in a bit, she’ll be here.”

“I know, it’s just we’ve never met till today since that night and I’m a little nervous.”

“You’ve seen her face before, it’s not like you’re going to be catfished!”

“Alexia!”

A body runs up to her and gives her a huge hug. The familiar blond locks with the way she said her name tells her who it is. The time has finally come, after being in a long-distance online relationship for 1 year, you finally managed to get a ticket and come see her in Barcelona. You were actually moving in with her; you got a job as an English teacher in a nearby school that was popular with British expats.

You jump up into her arms as she spins you around and takes you in. Oh how wonderful it was to finally have a body to hold and a scent to inhale; flesh to trace and skin to adorn with unholy marks. You were both crying tears of joy, thankful to finally be able to hold each other.

“Oh my goodness, you’re finally here!” she says, putting you down.

“You’re beautiful, so much more beautiful in person,” you tell her, cupping her face and pressing your lips to hers. It was like fireworks went off and you two were the only people in the world. She grabbed your waist and pulled you into her, groaning softly against your perfectly slotted lips.

You’re rudely interrupted by your girlfriends best friend who clears her throat and smiles. Alexia lets you go and introduces you, pulling you into her side.

“Mapi, this is Y/N. My girlfriend.” She says proudly as you give Mapi and Ingrid a hug.

“Yeah, the one you won’t shut up about! She can go for days talking about you, you know.” Ingrid takes your bag and Mapi wraps her arm around yours as you all walk out to Alexia’s car. You’re about to hop in the back when Ingrid blocks you.

“No, no. You’re her passenger princess now.” she tells you, opening the door for you. You hop in and smile, Alexia slipping in with a wide grin on her face. She begins the drive home, her hand immediately finding a home on your thigh. You interlock your fingers together; she gives you three squeezes and kisses the back of your palm. Mapi fangirls in the backseat and takes a hundred pictures, Ingrid smiles fondly at the two of you. Alexia had been stressed about asking you to move in with her, with her being who she was and where she lived, she didn’t want it to be stressful on you. Luckily, there was an opportunity for you to be a teacher in Barcelona which coincided with her asking you to move in with her so you jumped at the chance.

You step into her house after having lunch with Mapi and Ingrid before dropping them off, little Nala ran up to you and you scooped her up. She kissed and kissed you, your giggles filling the area of your new home. Alexia’s heart about tripled in size at the sight, your bags safely brought in by the Catalan.

“Welcome home, Mi Reina.”

You put Nala down and saunter over to her, hands wrapping around her neck as her rough ones snake around your waist. You kiss her, the fireworks that were rudely interrupted earlier resume their private show. Her lips mold perfectly to yours, her tongue exploring your mouth with desperate flicks. You moan into her mouth, her hands pressing against your lower back to pull you impossibly close together. You pull away when you both need air, foreheads resting against one another’s while looking deep into each-other’s eyes.

“I love you,” you breathily say, hands playing with the baby hair’s she had on the back of her neck.

She kisses you again and pulls away seconds later, eyes wide and locked onto yours. Words cannot explain the relief on her heart now that you were finally in her arms. Now that she had you, she never wanted to let you go.

“I love you too, cariño.”

//

“Have a good day at school, I love you. I won’t be late for dinner, I promise.” Alexia says before kissing you softly as she heads out to training. She grabs an apple but forgets her kitbag, walking back into the house to see you holding it up with a smirk on your face.

"Gracias, mi amor.” She says as she grabs her back and gives you a kiss on your cheek before running out of the door.

“Of course, I love you too!” you yelled as she ran out, shaking your head fondly.

Adapting to a new school environment was hard, especially when you’re teaching kids who can’t communicate with you properly. They were good students who deserved someone who would make sure they did learn and you prided yourself with that task. Slowly but surely you managed to have the whole class recite the times table in both Spanish and English, promising them a treat if they could do it in front of the class. They all did, happily going home with a lollipop and a sticky gold star.

You got home to find Alexia in the kitchen cooking; the apartment was cleaned and the smell of lemons filled the air. She smiles and runs over to you, kissing you passionately. It takes you by surprise and you drop your bag, pulling her closer to you as you stand there and make out with her. She pulls away and looks down at you, suddenly she leaps out of your hold and pulls a pan off the stove that was about to catch on fire. You laugh at her as she puts the pan down and pouts, arms crossed and everything. She looks between you and the burnt chicken breast in the pan, eyes about to well up in tears. You see her eyes change, immediately rushing over to her.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh honey.”

“Dinner is ruined, I wanted to surprise you with it!” she whines, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can just order your favorite Italian, hm? Spending time with you is more important to me baby, you can cook for me another time.”

She sniffles, pulling you into a hug. You sit up on a counter and pull her between your legs. You cradle her head, she looks up at you with red and puffy eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” you blurt out, to which she chuckles and huffs softly. She rests her head on your chest, your hands stroking her bleached locks. You kiss her head as she finally gets the confidence to say what’s on her mind.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Ale, of course you do.”

“No, I don’t.” she says with gritted teeth, more tears falling down her cheeks. You wipe them away, forcing her to look into your eyes.

“Yes, you do. We had this conversation already. You did not take me away from my family, I wanted to be here with you. You didn’t force me to leave my job, I found a new one that happened to be closer to you. You did not force me to move in with you, again, I wanted to be here. With you. You’re the love of my life. Ever since that day in England where you came to my school to teach a little clinic with the girls. When I saw you, I could hear bells (a/n if you know this reference, you get a star ⭐️). My mother always told me that when you saw your soulmate, you can hear bells. I heard it that day.” You tell her, her eyes filling up with new tears; this time they are emotional and full of love. She listens carefully, head pressed against your heart as she listens to both.

“I love you, Ale. God forbid if my mind ever forgets, I know my heart will always remember.”

“I love you too,” she croaks out before crashing her lips to yours in a wet kiss. It’s desperate but says a million things. She picks you up off the counter, strong arms holding you up as she walks you over to the bedroom. She lays you on the bed gently, never breaking the kiss. She gets on top of you comfortably, kissing down your neck hungrily. She bites just below your ear, whispering in your ear softly.

“Can I show you how much I love you?”

“You never have to ask, my darling. You never have to ask,” you breathily tell her, crashing your lips to hers again. She moans into the kiss hungrily, knee shifting between your legs for you to grind down on. She pulls away to grab your shirt to pull off, your back arches into her as your core grazes her strong thigh through your jeans. She hears the whine in your throat, grinning as she latches onto the meaty flesh that spilled out of your bra. She bites a dark hickey just below your collarbone before unbuttoning your jeans. She pulls it down teasingly slow, kissing her way down your breasts and stomach before settling face to face with your mound.

She throws your jeans onto the floor over her shoulder, pressing your legs open a little before softly kissing the wet patch between your legs. She pushes the soaked material to the side, licking slowly at your glistening folds. Her eyes roll into her head, tongue delving into your heat with fragile licks. She’s treating you like glass, which isn’t like her. Your countless sessions of erotic phone sex were evidence that Alexia liked to break you down into pieces and put you back together herself. Tonight she was being careful and calculated, wanting to memorize you and all your nooks and crannies.

“Eres tan delicioso, mi mundo. I cannot believe that we had gone so long without having tasted each other.”

It was your first (second if you count the night you met where she fucked you senseless in the back of your car) time since going long distance that you’re having sex, wanting to get to know each other in real life before moving into the next chapter in both your lives.

“M-More Ale, please stop teasing…”

She pulls your thong off, slapping the side of your hip before turning you onto your stomach.

“Arch your back for me, princesa.”

You whimper and do what she says, pushing your ass up and out for her as she caresses your ass with a grunt of approval. You look back at her, eyes begging for her to touch you how you want her to.

She leaves you there for a second, hopping off the bed to put her strap on, grinning when you look at her with blown out pupils. She kisses your hip, settling behind your legs.

“I rode this on so many of our midnight sex calls. Do you remember them, Mi chica perfecta?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I know exactly how this feels when it fills me. I know how it feels when you tell me I’m a good girl for getting off with you; now you can know too.”

You moan her name loudly, knees parting for her as her hand slips between your legs to caress your cunt. She rubs large circles over your clit, short nails catching on your folds as you whine and whimper her name.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? I remember you telling me to touch myself like this.”

“I remember A-Ale, it felt so good hearing you whine for me…” you struggle to tell her, her lips biting on the back of your thighs as her hand sped up.

“Yes, then you told me to use my fingers. ‘Slip them in, Ale; you know you want to,’ you told me.” She did exactly that when two of her thick fingers slipped themselves easily into your hole. You cried out her name, gripping the sheets tight as she pressed down on your sweet spot and dragged her fingers over it fast.

You shuddered and were now panting hard, feeling immense pleasure as the wait to have your girlfriend use you was over. Your late-night calls were convenient for both of you since the time difference didn’t really matter. Alexia was different over the phone, she loved controlling you but enjoyed letting go of the reigns sometimes.

“Oh bebita, you feel so velvety inside. Can’t wait to fill you up with my cock, sí?”

You can only nod, her tongue sliding over your second entrance in surprise. You collapse off your knees, her tongue and fingers simply follow and continue their ministrations. You cry out her name again and can’t even tell her you’re coming, shuddering all over as your intense orgasm takes over. She grins between your legs, helping you through your high.

“Holy fuck, you’re amazing.” You tell her, flipping over before she crashes her you-soaked lips on yours. The kiss somehow has even more fireworks; your bra is unclipped and she grasps them both to knead. It makes you moan, laying back as she settles over you.

“I’ve had too many dreams of fucking you to waste another second,” she tells you, “You are spectacular, mi cielo.”

“I want you so bad, Ale.” you whine out as she pushes your legs back and settles the toy at your entrance. She teases you, poking the head at your hole before you start to fuss and she gives in. She fills you and it overwhelms your senses, jaw slacked in pure sexual bliss. The whole thing sets itself deep inside you; she gives you a minute to adjust to her. She bites more hickeys across your chest, hands kneading lovingly at your full breasts. She’s watched them tease her for a year, now she gets to enjoy them for the rest of her life. She feels you relax around the toy and gives her hips an experimental thrust to which you moan softly; her hips speed up and begin to absolutely astonish you. She thrusts with precision and finesse, exactly how she plays football. She had already analyzed your body and knew where she needed to be, hips pounding accurately up into your sensitive sweet spot. Your back arches high off the bed as your nails dig into her muscular thighs, lips chanting her name, desperately trying to keep yourself grounded.

Her calloused hands hold your much smaller waist, manipulating your body how she wanted as she fucked you into tomorrow. Your clit grazed her stomach at this angle, the added stimulation tumbled you towards your oncoming orgasm. Her mouth whispered horrendously filthy things to you, voice gradually becoming breathy and shallow as her own orgasm approached.

She threw you back down on the bed and hoisted one leg over her shoulder, hips now pistoning into you sideways. Her whole cock filled you now; so deep you felt her in your stomach. She pressed her hand on your stomach and felt the cock fill you, a satisfied smile on her face as you looked up at her with tears in your eyes.

“Please let me cum, Ale…fuck you’re so deep!”

“Yes, mi amor. Put your pretty hand here, can you f-feel my cock filling you so well?”

“Yes, yes!”

“You take my cock so well, cariño. Go on, cum for me.”

You shriek and cum hard, legs trembling violently as your orgasm takes over. She keeps thrusting, reaching her own high seconds after you. You pant hard and reach for her, she lays on top of you with her cock still snug inside you to kiss you. You kiss back lazily, caressing her sweaty hair affectionately.

“Did I show you how much I love you?”

“That and more, Mi Reina.”

//

“Ale, that’s the delivery guy!”

“Gracias, keep the change.”

She walked back into the living room with your Italian takeout, cracking open the containers to plate up. She gives you your plate, settling on the floor between your legs to eat. Nala begs for a little corner of your chicken parmesan when Ale softly kisses your knee.

“What is it baby?”

“Thank you for letting me love you.”

[pvtchurch]

[DAY 3: ALTERNATE UNIVERSES]

what if i was a russian sniper and u were a british expat working as a spy for the US government and it was the 70s... and we kissed 😳

for @rvbrarepairweekdos!!!

ship insp

WELP I'm so glad I at least got to do 1 drawing for this!! idk if I'll be able to draw anything else but I hope so ^^ it has been very fun so far to see everything get posted!

this "cold war" au doesn't actually exist... just thought it would be fun since I hc the dakotas as russian lol.

this is not the highest quality drawing ever but I hope you guys enjoy anyway.

and thank you to ghost for hosting this event :D

bonus: how my friend described this drawing

[mapsontheweb]

Indians in the Gulf countries

by african.mapper

Nearly 9 million Indian expats live and work in Gulf Cooperation Council countries, the migration of Indian workers to the Gulf was already significant during British colonial rule and increased greatly after the oil boom of the 1970s.

[tomakemoneywithablog]

Now anyone can move to Spain

There is just a few people who really can’t move to Spain for health or legal reasons.  All the rest really could if they wanted it enough and took action. Reasons stopping you and the solutions. Don’t know how. ..Money, .. Age, ..Family. ..work. Lets take Age. Its never to late in life to start a new adventure. I didnt buy my plot of land and start building a new house here till i was…