#Castle Hill Car servicing

[batteriescastlehill]

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[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

Again, not an exhaustive list but for anyone else in the UK, these are where riots are expected today:

Aldershot - Immigration Advisors at 40 Victoria Road GU11 1TH, starting at 19:30.

Bedford - Immigration INN (Inn?) on Ford End Road MK40 4JT, at 20:00.

Birmingham - Refugee and Migrant Centre on Frederick Street B1 3HN, beginning at 20:00.

Bishop Auckland - outside the Town Hall on Market Place DL14 7NP.

Blackburn - Rafiq Immigration Services on Whalley Road BB5 1AA, at 20:00.

Blackpool - Immigration Solicitors at the Enterprise Centre on Lytham Road FY1 1EW, starting at 20:00.

Bolton - Deane & Bolton Immigration Lawyers on Chorley New Road BL1 4QR, at 20:00.

Brentford - UK Immigration Help in The Mile on 1000 Great West Road TW8 9DW, starting around 19:00.

Brighton - Raj Rayan Immigration in Queensberry House at 106 Queens Road BN1 3XF, starting either at 19:30 or 20:00.

Bristol - Gya Williams Immigration on West Street BS2 OBL, at 20:00.

Burnley - at Thompson Park on 111 Ormerod Rioad BB11 3QWat, starting at 13:00.

Canterbury - UK Immigration Clinic in the Canterbury Innovation Centre CT2 7FG, at 20:00.

Chatham - Immigration Status UK on Maidstone Road ME5 9FD, at 20:00.

Cheadle - Intime Immigration Services on Brooks Drive SK8 3TD, at 20:00.

Chelmsford - UK Immigration Information Centre on Violet Close CM1 6XG, at 20:00.

Derby - Immigration Advisory Service, Normanton Road DE23 6US, at 20:00.

Dover - Kent Immigration and Visa Advice at 5A Castle Hill Road CT16 1QG, reportedly around 20:00.

Durham - in Crook at Market Place, at 18:00. (Unsure as to whether this is the same one as in Bishop Auckland as I know Crook is near there?)

Finchley - Immigration and Nationality Services within Foundation House at 4 Percy Road N128BU, around 19:00.

Harrow - Yes UK Immigration and North Harrow Community Library within the Business Centre at 429-433 Pinner Road HA1 4HN, in North Harrow, at 19:00.

Hastings - Black Rock Immigration at 37 Cambridge Gardens TN34 1EN, at 20:00.

Hull - Conroy Baker Immigration Lawyer in Norwich House, 1 Savile Street HU1 3ES, at 20:00.

Lewisham - the Clock Tower, SE13 5JH, 19:00.

Lincoln - Immigration Lawyer Services on Carlton Mews LN2 4FJ, at 20:00.

Liverpool - Merseyside Refugee Centre in St Anne's Centre on 7 Overbury Street L7 3HJ, at 20:00.

Liverpool - Sandpiper Hotel (might be on Ormskirk Old Road? if any scousers can clarify where that is, that'd be great) at 13:00.

Middlesbrough - Immigration Advice Centre which is the Co-Operative Buildings at 251 Linthorpe Road TS1 4AT, at 20:00.

Newcastle - United Immigration Services in Artisan Unit 3, The Beacon on Westgate Road NE4 9PQ, at 20:00.

Northampton - Zenith Immigration Lawyers at 2 Talbot Road NN1 4JB, starting at 20:00.

Nottingham - East Midlands Immigration Services at 15 Stonesbury Vale NG2 7UR, at 20:00.

Oldham - somewhere on Ellen Street 0L9 6QR, at 20:00

Oxford - Asylum Welcome in Unit 7 in Newtec Place on Magdelen Road OX4 1RE, around 19:00. [Updated as of 15:53]

Peterborough - Smart Immigration Services in Laxton House at 191 Lincoln Road PE1 2PN, at 20:00.

Plymouth - in a Morrisons car park, I don't know which but I saw Victory Parade associated with it? If anyone from Plymouth can clarify, please do. Not sure on time.

Portsmouth - UK Border Agency at Kettering Terrace PO2 8QN, at 20:00

Preston - Adriana Immigration Services at 109 Church Street PR1 3BS, at 19:00 or 20:00.

Rotherham - Parker Rhodes Hickmotts, The Point S60 1BP, at 20:00.

Sheffield - City Hall on Barker's Pool S1 2JA, at 13:00.

Sheffield - White Rose Visas at 101 Wilkinson Street S10 2GJ, at 20:00.

Southampton - Y-Axis Immigration Consultants, Cumberland Place on Grosvenor Square SO15 2BG, at 20:00.

Southend - MNS Immigration Solicitors on Ditton Court Road SS0 7HG, at 20:00.

Stoke-On-Trent - ZR Visas on Metcalfe Road ST6 7AZ, in Tunstall, at 20:00.

Sunderland - North of England Refugee Service which is in Suite 12 in the Eagle Building at 201 High Street East SR1 2AX, at 20:00.

Swindon - I have no details for this, just seen that something might be kicking off there.

Tamworth - Lawrencia & Co Immigration Solicitors within the Amber Business Village on Amber Close B77 4RP, no details on time unfortunately.

Walthamstow - Waltham Forest Immigration Bureau at 187 Hoe Street E17 3AP, at 20:00.

Wigan - Support for Wigan Arrivals Project, Penson Street WN1 2LP, at 20:00.

York - only detail I've got it is York Stay City Hotel.

[russo-woso]

Road trip || Leah Williamson x reader

Masterlist | Prompt list

Part of the mini Williamson series.

Summary you and Leah decide to take Ami on a road trip before little miss arrives.

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“Everything packed?” You asked Leah as she walked through door, having put all the suitcases in the car.

You’d decided to take Amelia away for a few days down to Cornwall before the baby came.

After the whole situation at the airport and Ami thinking you loved the baby more than her, you figured it would be a good idea to take her away just the three of you.

You were only going for a few nights due to you being so late in your pregnancy but it was classed as an emergency for you, desperately wanting to savour this time with Ami.

“Everything’s all packed. Ready to go?” Leah asked, wrapping her arm round your waist.

You hummed quietly, still sleepy considering you were leaving at 6am to try beat traffic.

Leah crept upstairs, lifting Ami from her bed, trying her best to keep her asleep.

“Mummy?” Ami mumbled into Leah’s neck.

“I’m here, bubba. Go back to sleep.” Leah said, kissing her head as she went down the stairs.

Leah buckled Amelia into her car seat before jumping in the drivers seat.

“Right, pretty girl, all ready to go?” Leah asked, a big grin on her face.

“You’re kidding.” You sighed

“What?” Leah questioned, confused as hell.

“Le, you forgot to lock the door.” You pointed out

“I knew I forgot something.”

—

“Can we stop at the next services, baby? Little miss is kicking me right in the bladder.” You said, moving around in your seat to get comfortable.

It was about the fifth time in two hours you’d said them words.

“Sure, love. They’re seven miles away.”

After being on the road for not even six miles since stopping, you were asking Leah to stop again.

And again and again.

—

You’d finally managed to make it to the small holiday house you were staying in, after stopping what must have been twenty times.

“Beach!” Ami cheered, seeing the beach at the bottom of the small hill.

“We go later, bubba.” You told her, opening the boot and attempting to get a bag out.

“Woah, no. You go sit down, I’ve got these.” Leah said, jumping into action and taking the bag from you.

“Le—” You began but Leah cut you off.

“—No. You got put your feet up and relax. Me and Ami can bring these inside, can’t we, bubba?”

“Yes mummy.” Amelia nodded with a grin, taking the bag, which only had a few bits in and taking it inside.

“You and little miss go rest, we won’t be long.” Leah said, pressing her lips to your cheek.

“Thank you.”

—

“Beach now?” Ami babbled, pointing out the window to the sand and sea.

“Hmm. What do you think mummy? Should we take Ami to the beach?” You jokingly asked, Leah going along with it too.

“Maybe.” Leah said, tapping her finger on her chin.

“Please mummy. Please mama.” Amelia begged, doing her best puppy eyes, knowing somehow at just two years old, that you and Leah can’t say no to them.

“Go on then. Go find your goggles.” Leah smiles, Ami running round excitedly.

—

“That feels nice.” You told Leah, who was massaging sun cream into your back.

“Where’s is sore?” Leah questioned and you guided her hands to where you needed it massaged.

Delicately rubbing the knots of tension out, Leah watched as Ami built sand castles.

“All done, babe. Time for the bump now.” Leah squirted more sun cream onto her hand before laying on her stomach and rubbing the cream into your heavily pregnant baby bump. “Hi, bubba. Are you fighting mama’s bladder in there?”

“She is.” You sigh, playing the baby hairs on Leah’s neck.

“You’ve got to come out soon, little miss. We all want to meet you.” Leah whispered, kissing the bump tenderly.

“Mummy, swim!” Ami encouraged, holding onto Leah’s hand and trying to pull her up.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Leah told her, smiling widely at how excited Ami was.

“Mama watch.” Amelia exclaimed, before running and splashing in the water.

“You’re such a brave girl, Ami! Your baby sister is going to think you’re a hero when she’s born.” You said, hoping to somehow make Ami more excited about her little sister.

“Me love sissy.” Ami cheered, pressing a kiss to your bump.

You and Leah shared a look of achievement.

Maybe this holiday was all you needed to clear all those emotions.

[fadingdaggerr]

Hey, I have just read heaven’s gate ( Larissa weems x reader ) and absolutely loved it! Is there any chance for a part two? Thank you x

pearlescent (18+ minors, dni)

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader

summary: part two of heaven’s gate | 4.5k

includes: lesbians too in love for their own good, fluff

warnings: kissing/making out, sexual innuendo, afab reader (no breasts described for r), smut (fingering (L/r), oral (L), thigh riding (L)) can u tell i like eating pussy

note: first non-melissa post in over a year to bring me back from hiatus. thank u for ur patience. i feel like those wattpad writers that are like “just got out of a coma here’s a fic”

The smooth paving of the highway becomes bumpy and uneven as you pass the final gas station between here and your destination. Every pothole the car jumps over is like a shot of espresso through your aching joints. After the last stop, you promised yourself to drive straight through. Another stop would mean another chance to acknowledge the numbing of your ass after five hours in the car, and with one hour left, you’re not risking it. You really weren’t kidding when you said that teleportation would be much more useful.

Cell service is quickly obsolete as you continue through the woods, scanning the road for any squirrels that may decide that today was the day. Drumming against the steering wheel, you let your mind wander. Maybe coming without telling her is a bad idea, but it also has the potential not to be. She had begged you to drive to her just two days after she left, and you would have, if only your client hadn’t walked in the door. Dueling busy schedules made two months pass like molasses, longing to drop everything and hitchhike if you had to. Would the lack of alerting her put her off? Gods, you hope not.

A sudden shift of turbulent driving to a slight jostle of cobblestone removes you from the swirling doubt in your mind, peeking towards the sign you’re approaching. Green and rusting, white lettering reads: Welcome to Jericho! The Salem of Vermont. You find yourself glad someone took the time to graffiti over the last bit.

Ignoring the anxiety climbing your spine, you keep going, and going, and going, and going, until you finally break through the treeline. Out of nowhere sits the cutest town you think you’ve ever seen, with little brick shops with murals and a gazebo with the remains of New Year’s decor still hanging on. It makes sense why people would want to come here, why she would choose to stay.

In an attempt to not draw more attention than an outsider already gets, let alone an outcast one, you don’t linger on viewing the quaint town of Jericho. There’s better views awaiting you later, at the very castle-like building you can see on the high hill. Looming in a shadow, one that doesn’t extend over the rest of the town, sits Nevermore in all its glory. The corners of your lips turn up into a small smile, the view is nostalgic, bringing back the memories of your time at Byron’s.

The memory brings a reminder to the forefront of your mind, and with cell service restored, now is the best time. Carefully, and without taking your eyes off the road, you navigate to your favorite contacts.

“Hello, my angel!”

You chuckle, “it’s just me.”

“Fuck, nevermind then,” Parker grumbles, “so you’re not there yet?”

“I’m pulling up in a second, just wanted to let you know now before I can’t.”

A characteristic cackle comes from the other end, “gonna jump her bones immediately, I see, I see. Can’t say I blame you, she makes me question things about myself.”

“This is exactly why I called you before getting here,” you chuckle, pulling through the front gates, “but I gotta go now.”

“Yes, yes, go get slutted out, harlot. Just please call me sometime, so I can talk with the love of our lives,” Parker begs.

“I’m telling Max you said that,” you deadpan, hanging up just as you hear a rushed wait!

—☽—

For a town so small minded, from what you’ve been told, you’re more than surprised to find that you are able to walk into Nevermore unnoticed. Some students stand around, talking amongst themselves, but none seem to pay you any mind, likely thinking you’re just another teacher. Using the anonymity to your advantage, you slow your pace, listening in carefully. A gorgon walks by you, the only student at this time that seems to be carrying any school supplies.

You mentally scold yourself for stereotyping her studious behavior before you focus in on her mind. Your consciousness runs through hers, searching through test anxieties and hockey tryout concerns, until you find what you need. The literature wing, I could’ve guessed that. Coming back into your own mind, you’re already speeding up the stairs before your pupils return to their normal size.

Passing another student two stories up, you pray the siren knows which office you need, yet they don’t. Neither do the werewolves or the seer. Do you guys even go to classes? You’re about to give up on the full surprise, headache seeping in from all the mindreading of anxious teenagers. Just before you exit the hallway entirely, you actually look up from your feet, and you mentally smack yourself upside the head for not just reading the plaques on the doors.

With a renewed pep in your step, you keep just shy of running as you read every door. Finally, you reach a door that has a newer plaque compared to neighboring ones, serif font unscathed by age. Professor L. Weems, Department of Literature. Your heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her name. Noticing the door being cracked open, you push it open slightly more, hoping your search ends here.

Hunched over an antique desk, red-framed glasses perched on her nose with a pen spinning between her fingers, she doesn’t seem to notice the attention on her. It’s hard to pry yourself away from watching her, when holding her is seemingly moments away. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you knock on the doorway with shaking knuckles.

A huff passes scarlet lips as Larissa peers up, a brief, disinterested gaze passing over her features. The pen in her hand stills, falling to the desk with a small clatter. Blue eyes widen as she stares unwaveringly at you. Fidgeting under her gaze, you smile nervously, “was- uh- was looking for professor Weems? Know her, by any chance?”

In no less than a blink, Larissa is rounding her desk at top speeds, crashing into your body as her arms wrap around your neck. Nearly falling into the hall, you just barely keep the two of you up, leaning into her to walk her backwards. One hand grips her waist as the other blindly reaches for the door to shut it, quickly coming back to bury into her hair. Your face tucks into her neck, brushing your nose against her skin, breathing her in.

“You’re here,” Larissa says quietly, disbelieving.

“I’m here,” you mumble against her warm skin, “couldn’t wait any longer.”

A sigh of relief passes plush lips, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Surprise, it’s a noun,” you joke, pressing a soft kiss to the expanse of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the contact. There’s no reply except for her arms tightening around you, wordlessly telling you that this surprise is one she likes.

Pulling back from you suddenly, Larissa just stares at you, blue eyes taking in every feature, lingering on your lips before flicking back to your eyes. Your hand moves from her waist to cup her cheek, stroking soft skin that you’d been longing to touch. She takes the invitation, leaning forward to press delicate lips against your own, slow and savoring. Your tongue traces her lips, tasting earl grey and lipstick as she lets you in. No struggle or search for dominance, simply a familiar dance you’d both dearly missed. The hand in her hair stays in place, keeping her close as the other traces her cheekbone and jaw, memorizing the feeling of her skin. Every piece of you missed her, and all of those pieces felt healed the moment her lips touched yours.

Pulling away slowly, both of you keep your eyes closed, simply existing in this moment. It takes a while for either of you to move away, but you feel giddy seeing Larissa’s pink cheeks and smudged lipstick. Your thumb drifts to her lips, wiping away the mess you’ve made, ignoring that you are likely equally covered. Soft lips press into the pad of your thumb, gentle and sweet.

“I cannot believe you’re here,” she whispers into the small space between you, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you,” you reply at the same volume.

It takes two hours for the halls of Nevermore to empty, students retreating to their rooms or to the quad, finally allowing a chance for the two of you to leave Larissa’s office. Silence seems to come over the school, however frightening it may be when dealing with teenagers, though neither of you mind as you simply exist in the spacious office. After weeks of phone calls that lasted most of the night, quiet amazingly comes easy.

Only a soft hum from the blonde breaks the silence, twisting her wrist to check her watch. Turning towards you slightly, she keeps a soft volume as she speaks, “how would you like a tour?”

“That sounds perfect, I only got to see the foyer and this hall,” you answer, nudging into her shoulder softly. “Was on a mission, I didn’t really get a chance to explore.”

“Sorry about that, but we’re not supposed to have visitors here,” she explains, “the campus has essentially been on lockdown since the nineties.”

You chuckle, reaching a hand out to draw her in. Her fingers slide across your palm before gripping, letting you tug her closer, “in that case, security might be too lax. I got in no problem.”

“You what?” Larissa stiffens, looking at you bewildered.

“I drove right through the gate, walked right in, no one even noticed me,” you chuckle, “just walked on up.”

Her lips purse as she tries to hide the laugh building in her chest, leaning in more, “you read a child’s mind to find me, didn’t you?”

It’s impossible to hide the wry grin on your face, “potentially.”

“Potentially,” she mimics, amused.

—☽—

Nevermore has officially put Byron’s Home to shame.

Every hallway is covered in paintings, Latin engravings littering every shelf, moon phases in different corners. It makes you wish you never set foot in that brick schoolhouse all those years ago. The conservatory alone almost made you weep; crawling vines and shining moonflowers, the feasting venus flytraps, and, your favorite, bleeding hearts. Larissa stands back and watches as your fingers ghost over petals, pressing lightly against the flytraps full belly, all with a deep fascination behind your eyes.

“I can’t believe you have this,” your voice echoes quietly in the room, “it- it’s incredible.”

Her silence throws you, immediately turning. The lost look in her eyes makes you falter, and where your typical instinct is to read, you instead step closer.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching to run your fingers over her knuckles that stay clutching her shirt.

There have been many times where Larissa wished for different abilities, or no abilities at all. Right now, however, she wished for nothing more than your ability. She wished she could reach into your mind and see how you saw the world, how you see the flowers, how you see her. Seeing you now, how you watch her with more reverence than you grant what, in her mind, is a greater beauty, she knows she has a window into the limitless path your consciousness takes.

“Nothing at all. I just have one more place in mind,” she answers, hand lifting to stroke your cheek, lingering against your oddly cool skin. You nod wordlessly, letting your fingers intertwine with hers.

Hand held in Larissa’s, you let her lead you through the halls. She pauses to peak around every corner, terrified the two of you would be caught. Leading forward, more like tugging, she brings you towards a spiraling staircase. Letting her go first, she enters into a massive room, cool but comfortable, dark enough to rely on distanced golden lamps.

Floor to ceiling bookshelves line everywall, the familiar Latin etched into stone and wood alike. Ancient Greek, Cyrillic, and Tamil, first and second editions of texts you thought you’d only ever see inaccurate translations of. Sections of different outcast abilities, poetry from around the world, fables of the inception of different classes. Most have an unfortunate layer of dust over them, long ignored in interest of the clearly loved young adult section.

“You’re really trying to make me jealous,” you say breathily, “this place is incredible.”

“These are my favorite sections,” Larissa admits shyly, “I spend hours of my day here and never see another soul. It’s peaceful.”

“All by your lonesome?” There’s a slight mockery in your tone, “not alone now, are you though?”

Red lips curve into a smile as you step closer to her, fingers grazing up her side, slipping around her back to tug her closer. Hands rise to cup your face, eyes hooded as she takes you in. Pupils blown and lip between your teeth, she doesn’t want to deny herself the view nor the pleasure. Leaning into your space, her nose brushes yours, lips just barely ghosting.

You know she’s teasing, even with closed eyes, you can sense her smile. Tilting, you capture her lips, sighing at the contact. The moment your tongue brushes her bottom lip, a switch in Larissa flips, pushing you back into the shelving behind you. Sliding from your face, her hands grip your waist, clutching with an unnecessary urgency. Meeting her pace, your fingers weave into her updo, pulling hairs loose as you try to keep her closer than she physically can manage.

The muffled boom of a door on the other side of the shelf forces you to jump apart, wide eyes looking at each other like deer in headlights. Cheeks puff as you try not to laugh, Larissa immediately pulls you out of the library, forcing you into a jog as you run towards a different end of the building.

—☽—

Carefully, she guides you upstairs, praying that no other teachers or students are around to see her sneaking someone in. Both of you struggle to keep your giggling in, the juvenile nature of it all making you fluttery.

Coming up to a white door, you see another plaque reading Dormitory Parent. Unlocking the door with a strong wiggle, Larissa motions for you to walk in first, quickly shutting the door behind her and latching it. Leaning against it, she lets out a sigh.

Larissa doesn’t get a chance to move closer before your lips press against hers once more. This time, neither of you waste a second, no longer nerved up by the chance of someone walking in again. Timid brushing of lips is forgone as her tongue bullies its way into your mouth, stroking yours with a gentle dominance that has your knees weak.

Wanting hands grip at her waist as she pushes her backwards, leading you further into her quarters until you’re backed into a wall. Lips move from yours and trail down your chin to your neck, teeth passing over your pulse. A groan leaves your lips, hands scrambling to pull Larissa back to your lips, missing them greatly in the seconds they’ve been apart from yours. Feeling her smile against you makes your heart clench, needing more, anything she’s willing to give.

Pulling back from her lips only enough to speak, you ask, “bedroom?”

There’s no reply, only you being tugged from the wall and walked backwards further into the room. You’re so lost in her, her lips, her hands, her tongue, everything. The feeling of dropping onto the mattress is what brings you back in, eyes cracking open to see a lightly panting Larissa above you, lips parted and kiss-swollen. Lapis eyes flick over your face, expression similar to the one she wore when she first saw you, right on the cusp of relief and disbelief. She’s not unlike a goddess viewing her devotee.

Taking her moment of distraction as a tool for your benefit, you flip the two of you, happily taking in the new view of her beneath you. Hair of white gold splaying over the pillows, eyes wide, skin flushed, and entirely beautiful, Larissa Weems is a gift for your eyes only. The hand on her hip slides up, pushing the fabric of her dress with them as they climb. It’s a silent question, or more of a silent begging, hands impatient to feel her.

Larissa’s head rises off the pillow, lips pushing into yours, her hands going to yours to push them even higher, dress inching up more and more. As she wishes, you lift her dress, hands finding solace on plush thighs, laying your body between her legs. The familiarity of it makes you moan into her mouth, pure want running through your veins.

Hands close in on the lace covering her, lips moving to her neck for a chance to breathe, “can I take this off?”

“Yes,” she answers in a whiny tone, lifting herself off the mattress slightly.

You carefully, thought quickly, lower the zipper. Larissa strips the dress off her torso, letting your wanting hands take care of the rest. The world stops for a moment as you look down at her, skin luminescent against dark sheets, constellations of freckles dotted across her chest.

The blush crawling up her neck brings you back in, and you haphazardly shrug off your jacket and tear off your own shirt. Leaning back down, you forgo her lips to kiss down her neck, reveling in her skin beneath yours. Larissa moans softly as her hands wander down your back, around your torso, tugging at your belt, and you're quick to head her command. Greedy hands pull you back down on the bed, gripping at warm skin as your lips take purchase on her neck again.

Laying her back, you continue your path down, fingers taking her bra straps down with you. Eyes peek up to hers, silently asking permission. Larissa arches into you in response, and your lips wrap around a rosey nipple. Nails dig into your back as she moans beneath you, hips bucking against your. Satisfying her desire, you place a thigh between her legs as you continue to lavish her chest with affection.

An already soaked white thong becomes absolutely ruined as Larissa grinds steadily against your thigh, moaning huskily into open air. Continuing down, your thigh moves away as you near her heat. Fingers curling around the band of her panties, you pause, “may I?”

“Please, darling,” Larissa replies breathily, mouth hanging open as you toss the fabric across the room.

Mouthing at her thighs, you suck harder as you get closer, red marks painted across a white canvas. Reaching her slick pussy, your mouth nearly waters at the sight, descending on her immediately. Her hips rock just as quickly, trying to ride your face as your tongue swipes through her folds. Savory wetness covers your chin, nose just barely rubbing against her clit.

Tilting up, you allow your lips to wrap around her button, sucking gently. The gasps Larissa emits above you only egg you on further, hand moving from her thigh to her entrance. Your middle finger slowly pushes into her, pumping carefully before adding your index. Her walls grip your fingers snugly, trying to keep you there. Her hips never still, and you force them down with your free hand as you focus your attention on her.

Alternating between sucking and licking her clit, combined with your fingers increasing pace inside her, has Larissa’s voice growing horse, moans turning to pitchy whines. Long legs wrap around your body, holding you snugly against.

Heavy whimpers fall from her lips. “Please,” she begs, “more, baby, please.”

Denying her when she’s asking so nicely, so prettily? You could never. Your ring finger lines with the others, pressing into her quickly. The stretch makes Larissa cry out above you, heels digging deeper into your back as your tongue swirled around her sex. It takes little time for her breathing to grow hoarse, mouth hanging open as her eyes squeeze shut.

Her breath hitches and hips still, essence coating your fingers as you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, eyes finally reopening. Slowing your fingers, you retract from her, but in no way are you done just yet. Letting go of her clit with a small pop, you drag your tongue down to languidly traverse her folds, taking in her full taste.

Probing inside her, you relish in the breathy whine that comes from her throat. Pulling back, you flatten your tongue, swiping across her cunt. Trailing up, passing her navel, the dip in her ribs, you take a quick pass over her nipple, swirling softly. Grabby hands pull at you, tugging you back to her lips. Moaning at her own taste, Larissa’s body arches into you, heat brushing over your thigh once again.

Hand trailing up from her thigh, you pull back from her lips, offering your fingers in place of your tongue. Fading red lips wrap around your digits, her own tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. You can feel your eyes glazing over as you watch her greedily taste herself, gently and unknowingly grinding on your thigh.

Letting go, Larissa takes your stupor to flip you over. Staring down with cool blue eyes with a mysterious fire. Wandering lower and lower, they trace over your own underwear, slick from pleasing her. The whimper you let out only eggs her on, rubbing you over the fabric.

“Riss…” you manage out, already breathless from her touch, “baby…”

A low hum leaves her throat, hand sliding under to make contact with you. Long fingers slide through wetness as lips attach themselves to your neck. Two fingers slide into you, slowly, her thumb makes tight, firm circles over your clit, making you keen into her. The pressure building in your core, that had been steadily growing since the library, feels so overwhelming with her all over you now.

Feeling you trying to ride her slow hand, she speeds up, taking over for you as your moans quickly become airy. Under her lips, she feels your heart beating wildly. For her. All for her.

Her scent, her taste, her hands, her tongue, all of her was all over you. Her teeth scrape against your skin as her fingers curl, making you groan. The hand not in her hair splays across her back, desperate to keep her close. Feeling the want dripping from you, her fingers speed up, almost bullying gummy walls that cling to her.

Tugging her by her hair, you bring her to your lips. Open mouth and messy, you’re barely kissing, just moaning into her mouth as she presses harder to your button, bucking into her hand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed about how quickly she got you here, how quickly you’ve become putty beneath her.

Deciding she needs to taste her hard work sooner rather than later, her fingers just barely spread inside you, stretching you. The motion makes you erupt in a silent scream, clinging more to her as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“C’mon darling,” she husks against your throat, “give it to me. I know you want to.”

Her words are your undoing, the sheer need in her voice and the feeling of her inside you was enough to snap the band. The whines from you turn into breathy pants, hands on Larissa still holding her close as her fingers slow. As she tries to remove them, you close your legs around her wrist, locking her in place. Her lips drag up your neck, capturing your own, sighing into your mouth as your fingers scratch gently at her scalp.

Lazy kisses last until the post-orgasm warmth leaves your body, shivering slightly at the cool air that you can finally feel tickling your skin. Legs unclamp her hand, allowing her to draw back. You nearly cum on the spot watching her suck your release off, moaning softly against her own fingers.

“Keep doing that and you’re not leaving this bed for a week,” you mumble beneath her.

She chuckles, rolling off to lay on the bed beside you, “I can’t say I’d be opposed.”

Just facing her, watching her chest rise and fall, rosy cheeks slowly returning to their normal color, you’re in awe. Freshly fucked and still perfect, Larissa Weems is a miracle. Laying on your side, you trace your fingers up and down her side, following the path of silver stretch marks and faint freckles. You push yourself forward, pressing yourself into her warm body, adoring how her arms immediately wrap around you.

“I missed you,” she whispers, as if she’s not sure you’d share her sentiment.

You press a kiss to her collarbone, “I missed you more.”

There’s a few minutes of silence before you feel Larissa chuckle beneath you. You hum in question. She squeezes you briefly, “would you like dinner?”

Another pause. You both giggle as you try to walk out of the room with a small waver in your steps.

—☽—

When your eyes open, you think it’s the sun cracking through the curtain that pulls you from the depths of slumber. A piercing ring breaks through the tiredness, bringing your attention to your phone. Your groan is met in tandem by Larissa’s, who shoves her head into her pillow further, arm tightening around your waist. Stretching in her grasp, you mentally prepare for what you know is coming. The little shit has a radar.

“No,” you say the moment you bring the phone to your ear.

“Oh sweet angel, I miss how nice you are,” Parker sing-songs, “did I wake you from your slutty slumber?”

“Yes, both of us. Dick,” you grumble, “you have zero consideration.”

“Give my real friend the phone, I’m done with you,” he says, though you know he’ll never leave you alone. Even when you eventually die.

“Baby, it’s for you,” you say as you pull the phone away from your ear. Larissa peeks one eye at you, clearly irritated. Parker, you mouth. You wish it wasn’t so endearing how quickly she perked up. Sitting up, she nods, motioning for you to put her on speaker.

“Hello, Parker,” she utters through a yawn.

“My love! How are you? Achy? Tired? In need of a better lover?”

“I’m great,” Larissa chuckles, “and yes, yes, and no, most definitely not.” Her eyes stay on you as she answers, peeking down at your lovingly annoyed expression.

The rest of the call is simply Parker talking at Larissa, rather than to her, while you shake your head at his antics. Curling back into her side, you let them talk as you watch her face. She seems at ease, a stark contrast from the stressed Larissa you’d seen when you first looked in her office. She’s less imposing, loose hair and smudged makeup, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to Parker’s plans for a surprise two month anniversary gift for Max.

In the walls of her bedroom. In bed with you. Breathing the same air. Perfection lies beside you.

note: if i could rewrite the entirety of part one i would. but i guess that shows growth in writing or whatever

feedback appreciated as always

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

M also had to be told to stand up by Harry at the funeral

Anon, you've just jogged my memory. I do recall this! It looked like she was taking her sweet little time to stand up. I just don't remember when during the funeral it was. I didn't see it in The Telegraph's footage of the funeral so I suspect it must have been in the BBC's official broadcast, the one that the BRF got taken down a few months ago.

Another incident is when they were in the car after the committal service, heading back up the hill to Windsor Castle. Meghan and Harry don't say anything to each other when they first get in the car outside St. George's Chapel in view of the camera, but there's another camera vantage point further up the hill that I don't think they were aware of, because when the car passes that camera, it looks like they're sniping at each other.

[aimeedaisies]

It was thirty years ago today…

With pipers playing a traditional Scottish air, the wedding party emerges from Crathie Kirk, near Balmoral Castle. From the left: the bridegrooms mother, Mrs Barbara Laurence, Commander Tim Laurence, the Princess Royal, the Queen and the brides daughter, Zara Phillips.

The wedding of The Princess Royal and Commander Tim Laurence

HELLO! Number 233 | Published: December 19th 1992 | Article 1/2

Princess Anne's short and simple wedding ceremony turned into a traditional Highland celebration when she and her husband drove through the gates of Balmoral Castle. Estate workers had prepared an open carriage drawn by fell ponies to take the laughing newlyweds up the hill to their reception in the Queen's Scottish home. It was a romantic ending to an intimate country wedding on Royal Deeside.

Just as the bride had wished, it was a quiet, unpretentious affair with only immediate family plus a few close friends and estate workers present. In stark contrast to the grand state occasion of her first marriage at Westminster Abbey 19 years ago, last week's ceremony was consecrated in a tiny granite kirk on a bleak hill in the remote and beautiful landscape beneath Lochnagar.

Outside Crathie Church, a small crowd had gathered by mid-morning in freezing temperatures, five hours before the bride arrived. The groom, smiling nervously, was the first of the bridal party to arrive with his brother Jonathan and best man Charles Barker-Wyatt. Tim Laurence, 37, wearing the uniform of a Royal Navy commander, looked at the sky and told his friend: "The weather is not too bad."

At 2.50pm the Queen, the Queen Mother and Prince Charles arrived in a Land Rover driven by the Duke of York. He gallantly leaped out to help his 92-year-old grandmother when she said: "I can't get down. Can you help me?" He brought a footstool from the back of the car and placed it by her door so that she could step down without difficulty. Next to arrive was Princess Margaret with Anne's son Peter in another Land Rover driven by Prince Edward.

When the bride finally swept into view down the road from the castle the frozen crowd gave her a warm welcome. As her car, driven by her father, the Duke of Edinburgh, slowly crept past, it was possible to see that Anne, 42, was wearing an ivory woollen suit. Her hair, for the first time in years, flowed down her back beneath a small brown hat decorated with freesias, and she carried a small posy of white Highland heather. In the back seat was her only attendant, her 11-year-old daughter Zara Phillips, in a warm red hooded coat.

The princess removed a brown checked shawl she had worn around her shoulders on the half-mile trip from the castle as the car pulled up outside Crathie Kirk. Then, her happiness clear for all to see, she paused at the church door and checked that Zara was right behind her. When the organ music began she turned to her father, took his arm, grinned and said: "Come on."

The ecumenical Church of Scotland service was conducted by the Minister at Crathie, the Reverend Keith Angus, a member of the Queen's Chapel Royal in Scotland.

The bride did not promise to obey. Instead, according to the ritual of the unrevised Church of Scotland Marriage Service, the couple simply pledged to be "faithful and dutiful" to one another. With Zara Phillips standing beside her mother holding her white heather posy, the Reverend Keith Angus told the couple that "marriage was not to be entered upon lightly or inadvisedly, but thoughtfully."

He reminded them that it was also "ordained for the lifelong companionship, help and comfort, which husband and wife ought to have of each other."

At the end of the solemnisation, the couple knelt together before the lona marble communion table at the front of the wood-panelled church. With the princess kneeling to the left of Commander Laurence, the couple both bowed their heads. The Queen and her family, in their own separate annexe, knelt in pine pews at right angles to the main congregation. Friends and estate workers followed suit as the Reverend Keith Angus recited the "favoured" blessing from the Church of Scotland's Book of Common Order.

At the end of the service, the newly married couple walked into the vestry to sign the register privately. And, just 25 minutes after the bride had walked down the aisle, the wedding was over.

Twilight comes early in the Highlands and dusk was creeping through the valleys as the newlyweds emerged from the kirk to the skirl of bagpipes. Two local pipers played a stirring rendition of the old Gaelic tune Mhairi's Wedding.

Two children who live on the estate then came forward to present the bride with bunches of heather before rejoining a dozen other local youngsters given a prime vantage point by the church door.

The beaming bride then beckoned to her daughter to come forward. “Are we all going to come out?" the Queen asked the Duke of Edinburgh, and when he nodded, the whole family joined Mr and Mrs Timothy Laurence outside.

Meanwhile, Princess Anne turned to her new mother-in-law and showed her the flowers and lucky horseshoes presented by the local children. When another guest asked where they came from, Anne indicated the excited crowd of youngsters on her left and said: "Over there."

As the couple received congratulations, the Queen asked: "Where are we going now?" Princess Anne replied: "We will have to wait to have our photographs taken before we go."

Then the bride stepped back into the blue Land Rover Discovery which had brought her to the church and, with Tim Laurence at the wheel, they drove slowly back down the hill and across the River Dee. Back at the church, the Queen walked over to say hello to the children. "Are you still having your Christmas play next week?" she asked. When informed it was still on, she apologised because she would not be able to attend. "I'm so sorry I will be missing it.

Then the whole family climbed back into their cars and followed the bride and groom on the short drive back to the castle. That is when the estate workers welcomed the newlyweds in true Balmoral style.

It has become a royal custom for the residents on the Queen's Scottish estate to mark special events in the family's lives in this way. When Prince Andrew came home a hero from the Falklands War the estate workers also decorated a cart to carry him from the castle gates. And instead of using ponies the locals pulled the open cart themselves. A similar celebration was arranged when Prince Charles and Princess Diana first visited the castle after their marriage.

On the happy day last week, the bride flung a white woollen shawl around her shoulders to keep out the cold on the slow, but fun-filled journey up the private road leading to the castle portico. Inside, the housekeeper was waiting with a real Highland high tea - including the local black bun, a kind of fruit loaf, that all the royals love so much. An hour after the wedding reception began, it was all over, and the guests began heading back along the Deeside Road to Aberdeen airport.

The princess and her husband drove off to spend their brief three-day honeymoon half a mile away at the grey stone Craigowen Lodge beside the Balmoral golf course. There housekeeper, Hazel Essen, had a warm fire waiting in the drawing room grate to welcome them. Then the newlyweds shut out the world to enjoy being man and wife.

It was not the usual kind of royal wedding. But as the bride once said: "I was never the fairytale princess." For the royal family it was a heart-warming occasion, a happy new beginning at the end of a year during which the Queen and her relatives have been beset by troubles.

It was the first time a divorced member of the Queen's immediate family had remarried. And as the Church of England does not sanction the remarriage of divorces, the princess had decided to hold her wedding north of the border where the Church of Scotland does carry out such ceremonies.

The happy result was a gathering of the blood royal members of the Queen's family in their best-loved rural retreat. It was a show of solidarity by the people who love the bride best - her parents, her three brothers and her grandmother.

Far away from the strife that has surrounded them all year, they could have a happy day privately with the spotlight of the media kept at a distance. And the small crowd who had gathered there to wish them well thoroughly approved of the starkly simple ceremony.

Lena Morrison, a nurse from the nearby village of Cairney, summed up the feelings of many when she said: "Now she is getting her second chance at happiness and we are here to show her and her mother - that we love and support them." The loudest cheers of all came when the Queen passed by.

As her annus horribilis drew to an end everyone seemed to be hoping that the New Year would be filled with many more occasions just as happy as her daughter's second wedding.

The newlyweds with the Princess Royal’s two children Zara and Peter (left). Taking their wedding vows the couple pledged to be “faithful and dutiful”. The bride looked radiant in an ivory fitted outfit with her hair worn loose and carefree.

The official wedding portraits. The bride and groom (left). The immediate families (right), back row, left to right: Commander Timothy Laurence, the Princess Royal and the Duke of Edinburgh. Front row, left to right: Peter Phillips, Mrs Barbara Laurence, Zara Phillips and the Queen.

The royal guests arrived in quick succession. Prince Andrew drove the first car with Prince Charles as the front seat passenger, and the Queen and Queen Mother together in the back (left). The bride, with her daughter Zara sitting in the back of the car, was driven to Crathie Kirk by the Duke of Edinburgh (right).

First to arrive was the groom with his best man Charles Barker-Wyatt, a former Navy colleague (left). They waited for a few minutes before going inside the church to wait for the bride who, in keeping with tradition, arrived a few minutes late (right).

The Duke of Edinburgh and Princess Margaret with Zara in the background holding lucky horseshoes given to her mother (left). Prince Andrew and Prince Charles (centre). Reverend Keith Angus and Right Reverend Michael Mann chat to Brigadier Charles Ritchie (below right).

A joyful bride wearing something old - her ivory woollen suit - and something new - her gold wedding ring, pauses for a brief moment at the door of Crathie Church (left). Looking on, a happy Queen Mother and Zara Phillips with the grooms mother Mrs Barbara Laurence (right).

Princess Anne and Commander Tim Laurence step out into their new life together, as delighted family, friends and estate workers crowd around the church door to wish them every happiness for the future. Two local pipers in traditional dress played the Gaelic tune ‘Mhairi’s Wedding’ to greet the newlyweds.

Following the ceremony the Duke of Edinburgh drove the Queen Mother, The Queen and Prince Charles back to Balmoral for the reception (left and centre). Prince Andrew drove Princess Margaret and Prince Edward back from Crathie Church to Balmoral (right). It was cold and dark by the time the royal party arrived at the castle but their spirits were high as they celebrated the Princess Royal’s special day.

As the newlyweds set off for the reception at Balmoral Castle, the crowds who had gathered outside the church wished them a long, happy and healthy future together. The brides posy of white heather was propped on the dashboard of the couples blue Discovery for the short journey (above).

MAIN PHOTOS: NICHOLAS READ/REX FEATURES

REPORT: JUDY WADE

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

Projecting my favorite films onto the Chain but I get carried away very fast until I’m honestly just listing movies they Might love:

Wild - Robots (2005), Cinderella (2015), Lilo Stitch (2002), When Marnie Was There (2014), Up On Poppy Hill (2011)

Legend - Atlantis (2001), Aladdin (1992/2019), Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989), Porco Rosso (1992), Miss Hokusai (2015)

Hyrule - Monsters (2001), Mulan (1998), Dalmations (1961), My Neighbor Totoro (1988), Spirited Away (2001)

Wind - Snow White (1937), Brave (2012), Beauty Beast (2017), Peter Pan (1953), Ponyo (2008), Princess Kaguya (2013)

Twilight - Brother Bear (2003), HTTYD (2010), Cinderella (1950), Princess Mononoke (1997)

Four - Pocahontas (1995), Cars 2 (2011), Princess and the Frog (2009), Pom Poko (1994), Secret World of Arrietty (2010)

Time - Lion King (1994), Toy Story 2 (1999), Aristocats (1970) Cagliostro (1979), In This Corner Of The World (2016)

Wars - Hercules (1997), Tangled (2010), Beauty Beast (1991), Little Mermaid (1989), Nausicaa (1984), Ocean Waves (1993)

Sky - Notre Dame (1996), Frozen 2 (2019), Castle in the Sky (1986), Whisper of the Heart (1995), The Cat Returns (2002)

[more-than-a-princess]

Closed, plotted starter for @aceparagon!

A nearly two hour train ride to one of Novoselic's smaller mountain towns hadn't been on her official royal diary, if Sonia was to be honest. Her short holiday home from Japan, away from her life as a normal student at Hope's Peak Academy, was supposed to be filled with meetings, tours of various new establishments and important cultural organizations, several formal dinners, a house party in the countryside, and at least one gala that required a gown to be fitted to her nearly as soon as she stepped off the private jet.

It did not include an anti-aristocracy demonstration in the capital, a short distance away from Novoselic Castle. From what she'd been briefed on, it was a ceremony to honor those who had given special services to the country: in science, in sports and in the arts. It was the son of a Marquess that had been targeted: it was common knowledge amongst the members of the aristocracy that his position on the national football team had been all but bought and paid for by his father, but the young man still proved to be a decent athlete. To the point that, for the first time in decades, Novoselic had won the European Cup and he had been named MVP of the entire competition, now picked to head the Olympic team. Something that didn't sit right with some of the citizens, enough to stage an attack on the ceremony itself to protest the nepotism and wealth involved: smoke bombs and other explosives meant to destroy the stage her uncle, brother of the King of Novoselic and entrusted to handle the ceremony, and the football player to receive the medal were standing on, hoping to take them and other members of the peerage with it as it crumbled.

Except that hadn't come to pass. Instead, one of the bystanders had stepped (or perhaps jumped) into the fray and had diverted the explosive elsewhere, rescuing the intended targets but not without taking the brunt of the fall and subsequent explosion themselves. There had been a great amount of rubble and debris, Sonia had been told, and after she had visited her uncle recuperating at his home in the capital with her aunt and cousins, her father had made the gentle suggestion that perhaps the Princess of Novoselic might pay the hero a visit. After all, her schedule was far more flexible than her parents', and with her cousins too young and her aunt far too shaken up to leave their royal apartments, it was decided that Sonia would make the impromptu hospital visit. Well outside of the capital, the patient was apparently healing at a hospital near the part of the Alps that ran through Novoselic. At that time of year, the snowy skiing trails had melted away for rich, green hills, wildflowers, and the tall waterfalls.

There were worse places to convalesce in, Sonia thought as she was ushered from the royal train, to a car with bulletproof doors and windows, to the balloon-adorned entrance to the hospital. The Royal Family had spared no expense in a public display of gratitude: complete with photographers, plenty of handshakes and smiles, and an array of wrapped gifts. It was publicized as an official visit to the pediatrics ward, thus the amount of toys, treats, and other amusements that required a dozen handlers to carry behind her. But the truth was, Sonia was there to thank The Hero on behalf of her family, and that was something no amount of books, or video games, or towers of chocolate confections could convey.

The person who diverted the explosion is young, like you, Her father had told her the day before, after summoning her to his formal office: the far more stuffy one that had zero trace of the father she loved and filled with reminders of his title and the centuries-long responsibility the House of Nevermind had in protecting and guiding the nation. I am certain they would much prefer your company to mine or your mother's. You will go in my stead, Sonia: be grateful, and listen to whatever they have to say.

She didn't doubt that, at least where her mother was concerned: hospital visits weren't often the highlight of Queen Valentina's diary unless they were particularly brief and a necessary PR move. Thankfully, she was down to one assistant to accompany her, holding a gift basket and a wrapped present: the rest of the loot had already been distributed among the other young residents of the ward. "You may go in now, Your Highness," the head nurse smiled at her, bobbing into a small curtsy after knocking twice on the patient's door. "I'm sure she'd like a visitor besides all of us doctors and nurses!"

And the press, Sonia thought. Once they figured out that The Hero had been swept away from the capital soon after emergency services arrived, nearly every major news organization in Novoselic would be making their way north for an interview. "Thank you, my family is very grateful that you were able to assist in this matter," She replied, returning the nurse's smile before stepping through the open door.

Her father had been right: the girl in the hospital bed did look similar to Sonia herself in age, with blonde hair and Asian features. It was entirely possible she was Novosonian, considering how many Japanese expats had come to the country since the second World War and settled there. But she hadn't been found with any official licenses or passports indicating she was a Novoselic citizen. Where did she come from, then? "Good morning," Sonia greeted her, pausing her steps a comfortable distance away from the side of the hospital bed. Her hand rested against the back of the chair situated beside it. "How are you feeling? I am told that my family and I have you to thank for minimizing the possible disaster that could have befallen those present. You have done a wonderful, selfless thing that cannot ever be fully repaid. Thank you, Miss..." She trailed off, checking the notes she'd been given before looking back at the girl in the bed.

"You know, this does not happen often, but I do not think I was told your name. With that in mind," She smiled, holding out her hand for the girl to reach and shake if she wished. "My name is Sonia Nevermind, it is a pleasure to meet you." It went against protocol: in situations like this, Sonia was often introduced by others or, most likely, she needed no introduction as the Crown Princess and heir to the throne. Still, she didn't care much for formalities, especially in a situation like this: this girl could've died to save members of the aristocracy. Being introduced by her title seemed superfluous now.

[lagycart]

tokyo tohoku trip - day 5.

woke up early morning after a good night sleep for another great day out, my sleeping schedule was so good during this trip for some reason, haha... XD i went to the morning market nearby the hotel to have a look but they mostly sell fresh food and stuff for cooking, so i decided to get some breakfast from convenient store which i really want to eat.

after enjoying my breakfast at my hotel room, i decided to just pack and check out first, and leave my luggage with the hotel receptionist so that i don’t have to come back until i am ready to leave sendai tonight.

my first place to visit is the sendai castle ruins/aoba castle ruins 仙台城跡, which is up a hill. i went to the nearest train station and started to walk, it didn’t occur to me that i would need to hike up the hill until i reach there and saw the walking path. also, the shorter route was closed off because some trees fall on the road, so i had to hike up a longer route, it was totally unexpected and quite tiring. it’s a good thing that the weather is chilly and i just walk up slowly and take rests in between, and since there’s no car or not crowded at all, i had the whole path to myself.

the city view at the top of the hill is beautiful, as it is a sunny day, you can really see very far away and there’s also a group of people filming some dance video there, which is interesting to watch. while this place used to be the castle, you don’t get to see any castle as it was destroyed and was never rebuilt. there’s VR service available for tourist who is interested to see what it used to be like though.

i walked around a bit and found a shrine, which is always nice to visit. miyagiken gokoku shrine 宮城縣護國神社 is not huge, but a decent size and it also look quite nice, i bought some souvenirs for my friend and myself too. after exploring around for a while, i found out that there’s a bus service to take me back to town, so of course i took that and went back to sendai station for lunch.

as beef tongue is a specialty in sendai, i found that there’s a whole row of restaurants dedicated to gyutan at the station, i chose a restaurant that has good review and queued up for it as all restaurants there are packed and super crowded during lunch time. zenjirou たんや善治郎 has quite a simple menu with different cuts and quantity for their set meal, you also get white rice, yam and beef soup with the meal which is very nice. i ordered 4 pieces of thick cut gyutan and it was really really good, i like the simple flavor, the charcoaled taste and the chewy texture of the beef tongue, it goes very well with rice and the soup is quite li8ght and refreshing to complete the meal.

after a satisfying meal, i stop by the zunda saryo ずんだ茶寮 to get the edamame shake. this is also a popular item from sendai, it is very refreshing, sort of like fruit smoothie, but the bean taste is light and refreshing, i really do enjoyed this very much. they also sell some snacks and souvenir which you can buy and bring home.

for the afternoon, i took the local train to matsushima for a boat ride to check out the beautiful islands around matsushima bay 松島湾. apparently, this view is one of the most beautiful and highly recommended. i booked the boat ride ahead so there’s a discount, however, you can also buy tickets on the spot as well.

the boat has huge windows so you can sit inside and look out to enjoy the view while listening to the narration (in japanese), which is a very relaxing thing to do. there’s also a special cabin on the upper floor which require extra fees, so i didn’t go there. the other option is to go outside and enjoy the sea breeze which is fun and great for photos. the view is already very nice, and adding sunset to it make it even better as the water color just changes over time. it is definitely worth checking this out as it was beautiful and such a relaxing activity.

once we are back from the boat ride, i decided to visit a cafe before leaving, as i do still have time until my dinner appointment. shokado cafe 松華堂菓子店 is just by the seaside and they sell various kind of rice crackers, snacks and dessert as souvenir. i ordered hojicha with  a kinako sandwich (soybean flour puff) きなこサンド to enjoy while looking at the sea and sunset. the cafe is not busy hence it is the perfect place to just chill and have a good time.

for dinner, shiogama is a nearby town where it is known to have the most sushi restaurants in whole of japan. and the fish here is super fresh and not being frozen because it is so close by to the sea. my friend helped me make a reservation at sushi shirahata 鮨 しらはた, and i reached there slightly earlier and the staff are super nice and friendly.

with my limited japanese, i managed to ask the chef for some recommendations and what is fresh and good for the day and picked out the food i want to eat. i ordered hotate and shirako (fish semen) for appetizer, sashimi and a sushi platter. the appetizer is actually amazing, there’s a difference in texture for the hotate (scallops) between the ones i enjoyed in aomori and this one. both of them is very good and there’s no fishy taste at all, in fact this is very refreshing with the sauce. shirako is a weird dish, but i quite like it as the texture is so smooth and soft.

sashimi is made of out three type of fish that the chef recommended, all of them have different texture and taste, which is very enjoyable, some lighter taste and some heavier, it’s just so so satisfying to have good sashimi that just give you a different sensation every bite.

sushi platter has 10 piece of sushi with a slice of tamagoyaki. each piece is made so beautifully the whole plate is like an art itself. there’s different type of tuna, local fish, hotate, uni, anago and more. during the whole meal, i had a good time chatting with the chef while he is preparing my food, i’m glad that i get to use my japanese, while it is no where near perfect, at least he did understand what i said.

the service here is really awesome, the restaurant was quiet and the ambiance was really comfortable. the meal also included a bowl of hot shrimp soup and pear sorbet at the end to complete the meal. the whole experience is amazing and definitely highly recommended as i do feel the quality of fresh fish is better  here than in tokyo, and i do believe it is less pricey as well. i would love to be back again if there’s chance in the future.

heading back to sendai, i picked up my luggage from the hotel and also bought some souvenir from zunda saryo before boarding the shinkansen back to tokyo, which also marks the end of my tohoku exploration using my 5 days jr east pass. this pass is so worth it as i got to visit so many amazing places, i do love all the smaller towns and the scenery is just amazing. being able to see snow and play with snow is wonderful as well. there’s definitely so much more to explore as tohoku area is huge, so i would definitely like to visit again in the future.

for next day onwards, it’s gonna be tokyo and places around tokyo, to be continued...

[batteriescastlehill]

Diesel Car Maintenance Tips For Smooth Driving Experience

One major misconception that every diesel car owner has is that diesel cars require more diesel service compared to petrol cars. This is true to some extent, but getting nervous about this is not a good idea at all. According to expert bar fitters, taking care of diesel cars is very easy with timely diesel services. This involves some easy tips, and tricks that we have discussed here.

HOW TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR DIESEL CAR?

Regardless of the fuel used in your car, it will require pampering, love, care, and regular maintenance. But diesel engine cars are like spoiled kids needing more than timely maintenance and care. They require complete attention and care using some easy maintenance tips.

TAKING CARE OF THE IGNITION PART

Diesel engines don't have a spark plug, which differentiates them from petrol cars. Ignition entirely relies on battery power in diesel cars. This is why electric health matters a lot, which means keeping the battery condition perfect and less exposed to stress or issues.

PREHEATING 

According to starter motor experts, initial heat is crucial for any engine to work optimally. Most vehicles come with an in-built heating mechanism, and you just have to wait for the indicator to tell you that the vehicle is sufficiently warm. This becomes more important during the winter season, and experts recommend heating the vehicle for more than 5 minutes before taking it out.

CLUTCH ENGAGEMENT

Export bar fitters recommend engaging the clutch during ignition, as it lessens the load on starter motors. Starter motors have to kick-start the diesel engine, and engaging the clutch assists the motor in this task. This ensures a longer life for the vehicle and lower maintenance costs. However, it is important not to exert too much pressure on the clutch and rely more on starter motors.

OPTIMAL REV RANGE

Experts in diesel service recommend keeping the optimal rev range. A higher rev of around 5000 RPM generates more sound, consumes more fuel, and degrades the engine and fuel economy. This is why experts recommend keeping the rev rate low at around 3000 rpm. This will keep your vehicle healthy and happy.

TIMELY DIESEL SERVICE

The last and most crucial step is availing of timely diesel services. Experts recommend bi-annual or quarterly servicing to keep diesel cars perfect forever. Servicing schedules should include engine oil top-up, coolant top-up, and servicing of air and oil filters. Particular attention should be given to starter motors, gaskets, wheels, tyres, and other crucial components.

[tassellautomat]

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Rent a Car in the UK: A Complete Guide for Travelers

Renting a car in the UK is one of the best ways to explore the country’s diverse landscapes, charming villages, and historic sites. With the freedom to travel at your own pace, a rental car allows you to access hidden gems that are off the beaten path. Whether you’re planning a scenic drive through the Cotswolds, exploring the rugged coasts of Scotland, or venturing into the Welsh countryside, here’s everything you need to know about renting a car in the UK.

1. Why Rent a Car in the UK?

Renting a car gives you the flexibility to explore beyond the main tourist routes. You can venture into remote areas, stop at picturesque towns, and create a personalized itinerary. While the UK has an excellent public transport system, many rural and scenic locations are best accessed by car. From the rolling hills of Yorkshire to the coastal cliffs of Cornwall, a car provides the ultimate freedom to experience the UK on your terms.

2. Choosing the Right Car Rental Company

The UK has a wide range of car rental companies, including international brands like Hertz, Avis, Enterprise, and Budget, as well as local providers. Booking in advance online usually offers the best rates and a broader selection of vehicles. Make sure to compare prices across different platforms, including rental comparison sites like Kayak, Rentalcars.com, and Expedia.

3. What You Need to Rent a Car in the UK

To rent a car in the UK, you’ll need:

• A valid driving license: International visitors from many countries can use their home driving license for up to 12 months. If your license is not in English, you may need an International Driving Permit (IDP).

• A credit or debit card: Most car rental companies require a credit card in the driver’s name for security deposits, although some may accept debit cards.

• Minimum age: The minimum age to rent a car in the UK is usually 21, but some companies have higher age restrictions for specific vehicle categories. Drivers under 25 may face a young driver surcharge.

4. Tips for Driving in the UK

• Drive on the Left: In the UK, you drive on the left side of the road, which can be challenging if you’re used to driving on the right. Take extra care at roundabouts and junctions.

• Understand Road Signs: UK road signs may differ from what you’re used to, so familiarize yourself with the basic signs and speed limits before setting off.

• Parking: Parking in city centers can be expensive and limited. Use park-and-ride services or look for car parks just outside busy areas.

• Fuel Options: Rental cars typically run on petrol or diesel. Check the fuel type before you refuel, as using the wrong type can cause significant damage.

5. Insurance and Additional Costs

Most car rental agreements include basic insurance, but this often comes with a high excess fee in case of damage. Consider purchasing excess insurance to reduce your liability. Additional costs can include extra drivers, GPS rental, and child seats, so factor these into your budget when booking.

6. Exploring the UK by Car: Top Routes

• Scotland’s North Coast 500: This iconic route offers stunning coastal scenery, historic castles, and the chance to spot wildlife like dolphins and seals.

• The Cotswolds: Drive through rolling hills, honey-colored villages, and beautiful countryside in one of England’s most picturesque regions.

• Wales’ Snowdonia National Park: Explore mountain landscapes, lakes, and charming Welsh villages on a scenic drive through this stunning national park.

• The Lake District: Discover England’s largest national park, with scenic drives around glistening lakes, dramatic fells, and quaint towns.

Renting a car in the UK provides the freedom to discover the country’s rich history, vibrant culture, and breathtaking landscapes. Whether it’s a short city break or an extended road trip, having a car gives you the flexibility to create your perfect UK adventure.

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3 Nights 4 Days Golden Triangle tour By Rajasthan Tour Taxi Company

Golden Triangle Tour for Three Nights and Four Days with Rajasthan Tour Taxi Company First Off Hire Rajasthan Tour Taxi Company to take you on an enthralling tour of India's renowned Golden Triangle. With a wonderful blend of history, culture, and architectural wonders, this three-night, four-day itinerary visits the fascinating towns of Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur. Come along with me as we explore the specifics of this amazing journey that will leave you with lifelong memories.

India Tour Taxi Company: Why Opt for Us? Comfortable Travel and Skilled Guides In addition to its comfy, well-maintained vehicles that guarantee a smooth journey, Rajasthan Tour Taxi Company is renowned for its knowledgeable guides who bring history to life.

Tailored Routes and Outstanding Assistance Together with excellent service that ensures your trip is hassle-free and pleasurable, the organization offers personalized itineraries to fit your interests.

Tour Summary: Day 1: Delhi Arrival Welcome to Delhi. A representative of Rajasthan Tour Taxi Company will meet you upon your arrival in Delhi, where your tour will officially commence. With a smooth transfer to your accommodation, they will help you.

Discovering Delhi Explore the city by beginning with stops at important historical sites like the India Gate, Qutub Minar, and Humayun's tomb. Your visit to Delhi won't be complete without stopping at the bustling Chandni Chowk markets and driving by the magnificent Red Fort.

Day 2 - Delhi -> Agra The trip to Agra Go on a picturesque drive to Agra after breakfast. You'll have time to stop at Sikandra's magnificent Akbar's Tomb on way.

The Mahal of Taj Mahal Go directly to the Taj Mahal after arriving in Agra. Admire the magnificent architecture made of white marble and this well-known symbol of love. Interesting anecdotes about its building and past will be told by your guide.

Agra Castle Visit the historic Agra Fort next, which provides an insight into the opulence of the Mughal era and is recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Make sure to take in the breathtaking views of the Taj Mahal from the fortress.

Day 3: Travel via Fatehpur Sikri from Agra to Jaipur Sakehpur Sikri See the abandoned capital of Emperor Akbar's Fatehpur Sikri en route to Jaipur. See the Panch Mahal and Buland Darwaza, two of its well-preserved palaces and gardens.

Getting to Jaipur Proceed toward Rajasthan's vivacious capital, Jaipur. Arrive at your hotel, check in, and unwind for the night.

Day 4: Amber Fort exploration in Jaipur See the imposing Amber Fort first thing in the morning. Explore the fort's stunning courtyards, palaces, and temples after taking an elephant or jeep trip up the hill.

Town Hall and Jantar Mantar The City Palace is a regal home that features an intriguing fusion of Mughal and Rajasthani architecture. Visit the neighboring Jantar Mantar, an outstanding astronomy observatory.

Local markets as well as Hawa Mahal Go past the famous Palace of Winds, popularly called Hawa Mahal. Visit the vibrant local marketplaces to browse traditional Rajasthani goods, jewelry, and textiles before your trip of Jaipur comes to an end.

Trekking back to Delhi Reentry into Delhi Proceed back to Delhi following an amazing day spent exploring Jaipur. During the journey, you can unwind and rest thanks to Rajasthan Tour Taxi Company's cozy cars.

Wrapping Up the Tour Your Golden Triangle trip comes to an end when you are dropped off at the place of your choice in Delhi, taking with you priceless memories and a greater understanding of India's ancient legacy.

To sum up An amazing fusion of history, culture, and stunning architecture can be found on the Rajasthan Tour Taxi Company's 3-night, 4-day Golden Triangle tour. This journey offers a once-in-a-lifetime experience, with stops at the vibrant streets of Delhi, the romantic charm of the Taj Mahal, and the majestic elegance of Jaipur.

1. What is covered by the tour package? Breakfast, guided excursions, travel, and lodging are all included in the tour package price. Generally, meals other than breakfast and monument admission costs are not covered.

Is it possible to alter the schedule? Certainly, you may alter the itinerary that Rajasthan Tour Taxi Company offers to fit your interests and tastes.

In what season is this excursion the best to take? From October through March, when the weather is nice and perfect for sightseeing, is the optimum time to start the Golden Triangle journey.

4. How much historical and cultural knowledge do the guides possess? Indeed! Offering incisive and captivating commentary, the guides offered by Rajasthan Tour Taxi Company are knowledgeable on the history and customs of the locations you will be visiting.

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Discover Budapest with a Royal Cars Tour: A Luxurious Journey Through the City

Budapest, a city renowned for its architectural splendor and rich history, offers numerous ways to explore its treasures. One of the most luxurious and memorable options is the Royal Cars Tour in Budapest. This exclusive experience combines the elegance of high-end vehicles with the grandeur of Budapest’s iconic landmarks, providing a sophisticated way to experience the city.

The Royal Cars Tour in Budapest is designed for those who wish to explore the city in style and comfort. Featuring a fleet of premium vehicles, including luxury sedans and sleek sports cars, this tour offers an opulent alternative to traditional sightseeing methods. With a private chauffeur at your service, you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the city’s breathtaking views without the hassle of navigating busy streets or dealing with public transport.

Your journey begins with a pick-up from your hotel or preferred location, setting the tone for a day of indulgence. As you travel in a state-of-the-art vehicle, you’ll have the opportunity to marvel at Budapest’s stunning architecture and scenic beauty. The Royal Cars Tour provides a flexible itinerary, allowing you to visit a range of landmarks at your own pace.

Highlights of the tour often include Budapest’s most celebrated sites, such as the magnificent Buda Castle, perched atop Castle Hill. From here, you can take in panoramic views of the city and the Danube River. The tour also includes a drive across the historic Chain Bridge, a symbol of Budapest’s enduring charm.

In addition to the major attractions, the Royal Cars Tour offers the chance to explore lesser-known but equally captivating spots. Whether it’s a serene stroll through City Park or a visit to the opulent Parliament Building, your chauffeur can tailor the experience to match your interests.

A key feature of the Royal Cars Tour is the personalized service. Your professional driver is not only skilled at navigating the city’s streets but is also well-versed in Budapest’s history and culture. They can provide insightful commentary and answer any questions you may have, enriching your overall experience.

In conclusion, the Royal Cars Tour in Budapest is a premier choice for travelers seeking an upscale and personalized way to discover the city. With luxurious vehicles, attentive service, and the freedom to explore at your own pace, this tour offers an unforgettable blend of comfort and elegance. Whether you’re celebrating a special occasion or simply indulging in a lavish travel experience, the Royal Cars Tour provides a unique and sophisticated way to enjoy the beauty and history of Budapest.

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