#Explore the best of Fiji

[bookitngo]

Plan to visit this tropical island during the “best time of year to visit Fiji” to get clear skies and enjoy all outdoor activities.

Read more at https://blogs.bookitngo.com/explore-the-best-of-fiji-when-is-the-best-time-to-visit/

[generating-pseudonym]

Thoughts on what happens after the Truman Show

He changes his name as soon as he knows that people can change names. Anything to distance himself from the show

At first, reporters and psychologists swarm him at every opportunity but he won't respond. He won't say anything to them. Until years and years later when he tells everyone what it was really like.

He's constantly surprised by things. How small and distant the moon looks. The strange nonchalance of an unscripted conversation. Food from different cultures. How the weather changes gradually instead of just switching on and off.

When he first saw CCTV cameras everywhere, he started to think it was all an elaborate trick until it was explained to him what they were actually for. Even so... sometimes he wonders.

Everyone knows his name which is extremely jarring

He lives with Sylvia and she tries to help integrate him into the real world. It's a difficult journey, but eventually he makes it.

He's astounded by the sheer depth of freedom he has. He can walk down that path he hasn't been down before. He can travel wherever he wants. The whole world is at his fingertips.

He becomes an explorer and tries his best to reach every part of the world. He's still scared of open water, but there's something about the sailing that comforts him, in a way. There's so much open, free space

Truman doesn't watch TV. He tried but it resulted in a very bad panic attack

Panic attacks are not that uncommon

Sometimes he has to check if the people he's talking to have earpieces or not just to reassure himself

There's so much music out there that isn't classical?!

He likes how everyone dresses differently to each other.

He finally gets to go to Fiji!

[ordinary-barbie]

lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice | rafe cameron x fem!reader

title from "Gypsy" by Fleetwood Mac.

summary: you're a contestant on love island US who's become skeptical about actually finding love on the show. but when a certain bombshell walks back into the villa, it opens up the possibility of a second chance - for both of you.

word count: 1.9k

tags: love island au, swearing, suggestive content but no actual smut, fluff fluff fluff

note: inspired by Love Island Australia season 5...if you know, you know. I haven't watched the US version of LI so if any details are wrong please forgive!

divider by @inklore.

"I've got a text!"

Those four words can strike fear into the hearts of any islander. Sometimes it's good news, other times it's the most stressful fire pit of your life. You were lounging by the pool when you heard a familiar chime from your phone, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.

Everyone's heads snapped up at your announcement, suddenly filled with nervous energy. You gulped, trying to remain calm as you read the words on the screen.

_____, put on your cutest outfit because you're going on a date! There's a new bombshell in the villa and he's got his sights set on you. #ChampagneAndChill #TheBombDotCom

You gasped, your nerves replaced with excitement. The villa erupted in cheers, especially from your besties, Phoebe and Nora. You'd coupled up with Miles recently, and he was very cute and charming, but the relationship had cooled off pretty quickly. Now Miles had his eye on the newest bombshell, Madelyn.

All the girls followed you inside, ready to help you look your absolute best for the new bombshell. Phoebe did your makeup, Nora curled your hair, and Madelyn lent you a cute pink floral print sundress. Everyone oohed and aahed at your date look, and you felt a warmth in your heart from all the ladies hyping you up.

As you walked out of the villa, you couldn't help feeling anxiety in the pit of your stomach. You'd been in two different couples, and neither had worked out how you'd hoped. What if things fizzled out with the new bombshell as well? You'd been having a great time in Fiji for sure, enjoying the gorgeous views and laughing with your new pals, but this wasn't Friendship Island. If you weren't able to find a true romantic connection in here, you were screwed.

You showed up to an impressive spread: a charcuterie board with a delicious assortment of cheeses, fruit, and crackers, plus a bottle of champagne glinting in the sun. Oh well, if the date didn't give you fireworks, at least you got a tasty meal out of it.

You sat down and absentmindedly tapped your fingers against the table, the anticipation in your gut ready to bubble over at any second. And then...he showed up.

Rafe Cameron.

Your breath caught in your throat. When Rafe had sauntered into the villa as a bombshell about two weeks ago, you were instantly smitten with the dirty blonde-haired man. He'd picked you for one of his dates and the two of you had hit it off, the banter flowing effortlessly. But you also noticed that he was into Zoey, and you felt like you should take a step back and let them explore their connection. It still stung a little when he chose her at the recoupling, though.

Then Zoey's head got turned by a new guy, Bennett, and Rafe was sent packing. His exit had affected you more than you wanted to admit. At the time, you were still in your original couple with Jack, and while you still had some feelings for him, the relationship felt like it would run its course soon. You started wondering about the "what-ifs" with Rafe, though you tried hard to push those thoughts out of your head.

But now, Rafe was back, greeting you with a "Hey there, princess" and a lazy grin. Your head was spinning. Was this really happening? You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure this wasn't some fantasy you would wake up from in a cold sweat.

You squealed, launching yourself into Rafe's arms. He looked down at you fondly before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to your chest while he buried his nose in your hair.

"I can't believe you're here," you gasped, inhaling his scent. He still smelled like Rafe - a nice, woodsy cologne scent, plus whatever product he put in his hair that kept it looking so perfect. He smelled so good and felt so warm - it was almost enough to overwhelm you.

You and Rafe finally broke apart, sitting down to eat and talk. "I'm sorry, I'm still trying to process this," you apologized, chuckling.

Rafe smiled softly, taking a sip of his champagne. "Honestly, when I was leaving the villa and giving my exit interview, I said I regretted not giving you more of a chance. When I got the chance to come back, I jumped on it."

Your heart felt like it might burst. "I honestly wasn't sure if you were into me, you know? I thought we had a great date, but I saw how you and Zoey were vibing, so I thought I would let y'all explore that. But when you left - I was pretty sad, not gonna lie. I've never felt so heartbroken about anyone leaving the villa before."

Rafe reached across the table and took one of your hands in his, stroking the side of your palm with his thumb. "You were coupled up with Jack and I didn't want to interfere with that," he explained. "And don't get me wrong, Zoey was cool, but I couldn't help wondering if I should've explored my connection with you more."

You were over the moon. "Well, cheers to second chances!" you said, raising your glass. Rafe shot you a tender glance before clinking his glass against yours.

The rest of the date flowed smoothly, with both of you falling back into a casual back-and-forth filled with banter and giggles. You loved how easy it felt to talk to Rafe. You silently hoped this date would never end because you could listen to him for hours.

You were about to finish the last of your champagne when your phone dinged with a text.

______, now you must make a choice: return to the villa coupled up with Rafe, or come back alone. #DiffuseTheBomb #RafeYourVoice

"Geez, this is such a hard decision!" You tapped your chin with your index finger, pretending to ponder it over.

Rafe rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "You're such a goof."

"But I'm your goof," you countered, giving him a peck on the lips. "Let's go, I already know the others are gonna lose their shit when they see us together."

Rafe beamed, helping you get up from your chair and lovingly squeezing your hand while walking back to the villa.

"Deciding to couple up with Rafe was the easiest decision I've ever made in here," you said in your confessional, feeling absolutely giddy. "This feels like a dream come true. I'm so glad he's back."

You were on cloud nine. Ever since you and Rafe had officially recoupled, the two of you had become nearly inseparable, relishing any moment to chat with each other or cuddle in bed. When Rafe received a text that the Hideaway was open for him and you, you were elated at the chance to finally get some privacy with him, away from your fellow islanders.

You put great effort into ensuring every inch of you looked and smelled good for your special night with Rafe. You put on your favorite lingerie set, a cute, lacy, lavender bralette with matching panties, and covered up with a fuzzy white robe.

"Rafe is gonna die when he sees you in this," Nora complimented you, and a chorus of whoops and catcalls erupted from the other girls in the bedroom.

Your jaw dropped when you met up with Rafe. He was wearing a black silk robe that was opened up, revealing his tanned and toned chest, and gray shorts. He was so attractive it almost hurt to look at. Rafe smirked, catching you shamelessly checking him out, and ducked down to whisper in your ear.

"Can't wait to see what's under that cute little robe," he purred, sending an excited shiver through you.

You giggled coyly. "Who says you're gonna get to see anything?"

Rafe chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust. "You're trouble, you know that?"

You smirked at him. "Sounds like you like trouble."

Rafe wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your lips before leading you to the Hideaway. The islanders hooted and hollered, with Phoebe yelling "Bye, you lovebirds!" and Miles shouting, "Use protection!"

Production had graciously left the two of y'all a collection of snacks and wine, though you were feeling too antsy to eat. Still, you obliged when Rafe fed you a chocolate-covered strawberry, feeling slightly breathless when he wiped some chocolate from your lip, licking his fingers.

The two of you idly chatted for a while before you finally disrobed, showing off your lingerie to Rafe. His eyes raked over your form, letting out a little moan. "Fuck, princess. You're so damn sexy."

You giggled, feeling shy under Rafe's hungry gaze. You straddled his lap and kissed him deeply, and Rafe soon returned the favor, letting his hands roam all over your body. He wasted no time draping the covers over the two of you, creating a sense of privacy from the cameras in the room.

Let's just say that Rafe spent the night making you feel good - really good.

"I can't wait for you to meet my family," Rafe had said to you the next morning, nuzzling your neck. "My sisters would love you, I just know it."

You beamed, gazing fondly at Rafe. "I can't wait for you to meet mine either."

You were glowing, wishing that your time with Rafe in the Hideaway would never end. The sex with Rafe had been fantastic, and you'd had some deep conversations that you'd never gotten to have in the villa. You were looking forward to visiting Rafe in the Outer Banks, meeting his friends and family, and carving a little space for yourself in his life. Maybe you were falling too fast and things would look different on the outside, but for now, you were in a bubble of bliss.

You and Rafe end up in second place at the end of Love Island. The public did love you, but they adored Phoebe and her boyfriend, Declan, just a little bit more. It didn't matter to you though. Not just because Rafe was already loaded, but because as cheesy as it sounded, getting to leave the villa with him was the real prize.

A year later, the giddy feeling of being with Rafe hadn't gone away. The two of you had moved in together a few months ago, with Rafe buying a place for the both of you in his cushy Figure Eight neighborhood. At first, you'd been intimidated, not feeling like you belonged in this big house, but as you and Rafe began to decorate the space and truly make it your own, you felt more at home.

You smiled at your boyfriend, lightly toying with his signet ring as he slept soundly in bed. His eyes fluttered open, instantly warming upon seeing your face.

"Need to get you your own ring so you stop playing with mine," he joked, his morning voice sounding deliciously raspy.

"Rafey, are you hinting at something?" you asked with playful suspicion.

Rafe casually shrugged, kissing your shoulder. "Maybe I am. Who knows?"

"All I'm saying is, '____Cameron' has a nice ring to it," you teased. Rafe groaned at your words, palming at his boxer shorts.

You let out an amused snort. "Did the thought of me taking your last name seriously get you hard?"

Rafe shrugged, grinning lazily. "Sure did. Can you help me out, Mrs. Cameron?"

You smirked, pulling down his boxer shorts and sinking to your knees. "Anything for you, Mr. Cameron."

As the two of you spent the morning tangled up in each other, you felt thankful that you took the chance and went on a silly little reality dating show.

[the-kirbe-anon]

i should really try out Owl City.....

who are they and what are they about and specific song recs?

Owl City is a synth pop music artist (technically only one guy(Adam Young) though he has toured with other people.)

His music is extremely whimsical and fun! And the best part is that he's a Christian! He has several Christian songs!

My most favorite album is his newest one, Coco Moon! I do however, love many of his other albums!

You may already have heard Fireflies. It's extremely well known! If not that's a great first song to listen to!

My favorites, however include:

The Tornado (listen to other ones first. This one is my favorite and pretty much caught me off guard because of how different (good) it is compared to other songs)

Vitamin Sea

Dinosaur Park

Plant Life

Galaxies

Angels

The Meadow Lark

Field Notes

Alligator Sky

Sons of Thunder

Car Trouble

Fiji Water

Lucid Dream

Beautiful Times

Wolf Bite

Up All Night

Tidal Wave

Cave In

Kamikaze

There are tons more as well, but these are my faves! Feel free to explore other ones as well!

[bfpnola]

Hey. It's @reaux07. If you remember my last angry history rant on Paul Robeson, I'm back for Part 2. This time? King Leopold II and his relationship to the Congo. I just finished writing a 5-page, single-spaced essay on this for class, so I'll do my best to summarize in bullet points this time rather than chunky paragraphs. This will still be long though, as a warning, but it's a necessary read. Please let me get through this, because y'all know this hurts to write.

Trigger warnings for... just about everything typically associated with mass colonization (e.g. rape, murder, torture, etc.). Tiktok below as a brief introduction first:

King Leopold II of Belgium, due to his personal unpopularity and lack of love from his parents, had low self-esteem. As his father had already made 50 attempts to colonize foreign lands to no avail, Leopold felt the only way to uplift both himself and his country was to take take control of his own colony.

He checked Sarawak, the New Hebrides, the Fiji Islands, and the Philippines. Nothing. But what was left? The Congo.

How did he learn of the Congo? Leopold hired Henry Morton Stanley, a famous Welsh explorer of the time, to cross Africa from east to west, walking and canoeing 7,000 miles.

Upon the Congo's discovery, Leopold turned his palace into a luxury hotel for the delegates of a new conference to discuss Africa's colonization, supervising every detail. He successfully lied to the major powers of Europe, making claims of charitable and philanthropic aims, and that there would be free trade amongst the African colonies. (And yes, he did give every single attendee a painting of his face... Because he could.)

Meanwhile, back in the Congo, Stanley (the explorer I just mentioned) used bribes and trickery to provide official treaties with the various chiefs of the land in case Leopold ever needed legal proof of land ownership. (Ex of said trickery: One report noted that a village assumed "the white man controlled the sun.")

In 1891 and 1892, Leopold released decrees stating that both vacant land and produce of the forests exclusively belonged to Belgium and that natives could only harvest for the state.

Enforcing Leopold’s rule were 16,000 Africans equipped with modern Belgian-made automatic rifles.

Outing Attempt #1: One African American man, George Washington Williams, during his trip compiled a report to be sent to the American secretary of state. In this letter, Williams remembers bets being taken on who could shoot the native people in the head first, among other instances of vile treatment. While the document never made it back to Williams’ home country, it was eventually found in Europe where he later died.

By this point, the Congo was actually ruining Leopold’s finances and he was growing desperate. But to his surprise, he happened to pick the one spot where rubber grew in abundance, just as the demand for cars and bicycles rose internationally, John Dunlop, a Scottish veteran, having just invented the first pneumatic tire.

Because of this, rubber-prominent areas were the targets of mass exploitation and punishment if daily and weekly rubber quotas were not met.

Missionaries began to write not just to one another, but back home in disgust of these aforementioned “punishments,” one man’s writings put in missionary magazines and national newspapers in Europe. These punishments included rape, tying people up to trees, cutting off men's heads and genitals to be displayed along the fences of Congolese villages, cutting women’s breasts off, and most notably...

Attempt #2: The world, if only momentarily, saw BASKETS after BASKETS of right hands that had been cut off as proof that each of the cartridges given to the Africans had been fired and killed one of their own people. These hands were then smoked for preservation and brought back to their officers.

What did Leopold do once this information came out alongside photos of child mutilation? Acknowledge the abuses and moved on almost immediately.

In Europe, the rubber was processed in a city called Antwerp, ironically named after a mythological giant who also cut off hands. To this day, the connection between such a name and Belgian history has not been made by the general public as countless documents by the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs are kept secret to maintain an image of untouched royalty.

One commissioner in charge of a district in Congo, Leon Fievez, produced one ton of rubber a day, boasting of 1,000 people killed, 162 villages destroyed, burning gardens and plantations so people would starve, and having “only” used 3,000 cartridges. He was nicknamed the “Devil of the Equator” and rightly so.

Attempt #3: One day, a man named Charles Stokes, a British trader working for the Germans, entered the picture. Stokes was arrested for trading in state territory, despite those former claims of free trade, and sentenced to death. Leopold was forced to pay compensation to both Britain and Germany for his death, both countries now increasingly aware of the Congo’s dark reality.

To cover it up, Leopold made claims of the Congo opening up to new companies. Let's be real: His men were on the boards of all these new companies and he took 50% of the profits.

In particular were these "concession companies" where the "hostage system" was set up. Agencies, with official hostage licenses authorizing such, would take the wives of rubber collectors for up to 15 days until the quota was met.

On the 15th day, the men of the Congo either got their wives back or faced further punishment, often death. For the agents, the 15th day meant it was time to calculate commissions, and for the king? It was proof that this new hostage system worked.

These abusive concession companies lasted over 10 years until formal competition arose in South America and Asia.

Attempt #4: Then came Edmund Dene Morel, a half-French, self-taught shipping clerk turned investigative journalist who wrote in The Speaker of the abuses faced by the Congolese, backed up by evidence, not just speculations.

Due to Morel’s growing specialization in West African affairs, he was able to not only send out 15,000 brochures and 3,700 letters in six months after his move to Wales, but start his own newspaper, West African Mail.

By 1903, Roger Casement, an ally to Morel’s cause, spent two months traveling the upper Congo, recording African testimonies. He, too, realized that missionaries were key witnesses and went to visit Joseph Clark (a missionary of 20 years) for 17 days.

Through these reports, which grew to 50 pages in length, Casement and Morel were able to solidify Belgium as perpetuating the worst colonial system Africa had ever known. Punishments included Africans performing public incest for the colonists' entertainment, decapitation, women being stabbed with wooden spikes up their vaginas, and one woman tied up to a tree and slashed straight in half from her left shoulder through her abdomen and out the other side.

The West African Mail even reported on a part of Congo no one knew existed, private property within private property called the “Crown Domain” on the other side of Lake Tumba, which gained 231 million euros alone, all sent directly to King Leopold II. Crown Domain was 10x 5)3 size of Belgium.

Founded by Morel, Liverpool became the headquarters of a coalition called the Congo Reform Association. He also published a book called Red Rubber (1906). I think you’ll find the cover particularly striking! Check out the hand in the bottom right corner being weighed against King Leopold II on the left.

Leopold obviously not having this, commissioned a number of books and monthly magazines to clear up the mess. This didn't work. Obviously.

He even tried to send his own international commission to control what the Congolese said in 1904, to no avail. This was due to a missionary named John Harris who had taken the accounts of various people in the area and sent them back to Morel.

In one particularly heartbreaking moment, a chief brought to Leopold’s judges 110 twigs for each of the entire villages, not just people, killed by the Belgian state, naming every last one.

By the time they returned to Europe, the governor-general committed suicide and, upon being asked, Harris suggested Leopold should be sent to the gallows by the relatively new International Court of Justice.

The commission's report vindicated Casement and Morel. Leopold had tricked no one. EVERYONE in Belgium was calling him out.

Leopold ordered all of the Congo State Records to be burned.

In 1908, the Congo became a Belgian colony, not longer Leopold’s personal property. The state still made claims of "civilizing" the Africans after Leopold's death though, utilizing the leftover mineral exploitation industry with no guilt.

At least during his funeral, which he was denied of having privately, the entire city booed his body <3 well deserved. By this point, he had become Europe’s most hated man of the time.

And in case you were wondering, Casement and Morel were both accused to pro-German sympathies during WWI and executed.

I would like to add more detail but I think I’ve hit a character limit. Just know that Congo’s population was cut in HALF, in some places as much as 60-90%. Villages after villages were burned, as shown through so many soldiers’ and missionaries’ journals. This was a genocide of over 10 MILLION PEOPLE y’all. Hearing this story was truly SICKENING, but here’s the BBC 4 documentary we watched for class for more: Congo: White King, Red Rubber, and Black Death.

What truly gets me is just how OTHER colonizers were calling this man out after finding out the full truth… For me, that feels like extra proof of how truly messed up this was if THEY were disturbed too.

And what feels truly insidious was how Leopold made sure to institutionalize all of his wrongdoings and was so… obviously knowing about every wrongdoing, I mean writing in letters to make sure no one else found out. Please…

Linking my angry history rant on Paul Robeson from last semester here.

Happy Black History Month.

[nifolution]

I Quit 4

Warnings: Ransom being Ransom, non-consensual touching, mild harassment, unwanted “advice”

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. The Thrombeys’ opinions are NOT my own. Thoughts are in italics. 18+ only due to smut and dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

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Chapter 4

The asshole kept showing up without warning. Sometimes under the pretense of spending time with Harlan. Other times he'd blow in like a storm, mess with her and leave just as quickly. Seemingly making it his mission to make her job as hard as possible, living to torment her.

Y/N felt she was constantly under his wicked gaze. He annoyed her beyond measure, but there were strange feelings underneath it that she refused to explore. Pushing them down every time he touched her. When his fingers would caress her arms, tickle her sides, play with her hair. His warm palms resting on her back, brushing against her thighs, massaging her shoulders. His hands always found their way to her body.

Honeyed promises flowed out of his mouth, trying to entice her. How he knew people, could introduce her and get her into places she'd never have the chance to without him. Jumpstart her career, make her a hot commodity.

Ransom would offer to buy her things; cars, clothing, jewelry. Take her shopping at the most luxurious and sought after shops and boutiques. Book a trip for two on a private plane to Bora Bora, Fiji, or St. John's. Painting pictures of sunshine, secluded beaches, yachting, bikinis, massages, and drinking champagne in a hot tub as they'd watch the sunset over the ocean.

When Y/N would rebuff his advances, he would become petulant. Doing petty things such as stealing from the kitchen or insulting the food in front of his grandfather. The cycle kept repeating. Ransom's words would go from soft and sensual to explicit to threatening. Every rejection and returned threat only seemed to encourage him. He would not be deterred.

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Another Sunday, another awful family dinner. Tonight's atmosphere was already full of tension. Ransom's smug presence causing all hackles up and on high alert. Y/N wondered if so much rottenness in the air may spoil the food. It certainly made her lose her own appetite.

As Y/N brought out the main course, the group were in the middle of bragging about where they each were spending the holidays. Trying to outdo the other with the fun and lavish time they would be having.

Fran helped place the plates in front of them. It could have been actual ghosts serving them for all they noticed. Not even aware of the food under their noses until Y/N began speaking.

“Tonight we have prime rib with garlic and herb butter. Potato cream with caramelized leeks and brown butter brussel sprouts. And for our vegan guests, I prepared grilled cauliflower steaks with cilantro crema. Sweet potato wedges and rosemary seasoned roasted brussel sprouts. Please enjoy.”

Ransom looked up at Y/N through his long eyelashes. “This isn't cooked,” he complained, smirking.

Gritting her teeth, Y/N explained the prime rib was cooked appropriately to bring out the best flavor and tenderness. When he continued to poke at it with his fork, she offered to throw it back in for him. He smiled and handed over his plate, remarking that a real chef would know what they were doing.

Walking back into the kitchen, she reminded herself that murder was wrong. Quickly heating up the piece of meat, she threw it back on the plate, resisting the urge to spit on it.

Ransom accepted his returned meal with a grin. He held up a finger for her to wait as he cut out a chunk and took a bite. “Wow, this is dry as hell. And the gravy is burnt. What am I supposed to do with this?”

Go fuck yourself with a flaming cactus.

Y/N gave her apologies with a smile. Asking him if he would prefer the alternate meal that his aunt and cousin had because there were extras. He made a face but didn't make further demands.

Linda called to her before she could escape. “Y/N, dear. As I'm sure you are aware, we are all family here, including the staff.” Her lips pressed in a firm line, corners barely upturned, making heavy eye contact with Y/N. “And as a family, I'm sure you can agree we should be able to be honest with one another. It pains me to say this, but facial piercings are trashy and you should really consider removing that garbage from your pretty face.”

Y/N stood there, speechless at the gall of this woman.

“I couldn’t disagree more. It’s a sign of her independence and individuality. How dare you try to oppress her.” Joni reached for Y/N’s hand, which luckily was out of her reach.

Eyes momentarily narrowed at her sister-in-law, Linda sighed and raised her hands in defeat. “Well if she wants to look like whore, then I can't help her.”

Not to be outdone, Ransom pulled the attention back to himself. Noisily making a mess of his potatoes, letting them fall off his spoon and splatter around like it was the worst thing he's ever seen. “This is disgusting, flavorless baby food.”

Meg scoffed, “You’re being an asshole.”

“Shut up, teen bop and eat your tofu.”

The arguing continued as Y/N slipped away to the shelter of the kitchen. Fran was waiting for her, having heard everything. “It's amazing how they phrase straight up insults as being helpful, isn't it? I felt so valued as a family member when she told me last week that a show she watches has a monkey butler and I should watch it and take notes.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, “These people.”

“Just wait. You haven’t seen half of what they are capable of yet.”

The pair carried out dessert; burgundy pears with whipped lemon cream cheese. The family seemed delighted, save for one scowling face.

Ransom speared the fruit with his fork, picking it up and twirling it. “What is this gooey blob? It looks like a tumor?”

“Takes one to know one,” Meg snorted, covering her mouth in embarrassment at the noise. 

Joni caught Y/N’s arm as she walked by. Holding her in place as she gave hair and makeup tips. Explaining to her like a child, about how she should dress and carry herself. “I’d be willing to sell you my last season's fashions at a small discount, but we’d have to let them out of course.” Her head was thrown back with the force of her laugh.

“Bah,” Richard jeered. His flushed face reflected the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed. “Nobody wants your hippy-dippy fashions.” His unfocused eyes moved to Y/N. “Don’t you change a thing. Your body was made for the male gaze. More to grab on to. Show it off however you want. Or leave more to the imagination. However you are feeling, darling is A-OK.” He winked at her, then stretched his arms up, faking a yawn. Jiggling the money clip in his right hand to make sure it was seen.

This guy is literally waving his money around. Ew. Just ew ew ew.

Walt started shouting at Richard about hitting on the help. Citing his sisters honor and respect. Things he most likely had no idea the meaning of.

Only then did Harlan put a stop to the fighting. Not allowing illspeak of his daughter.

Y/N couldn't get out of the room fast enough.

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After she assumed the Thrombey horde filed out. Y/N turned on her playlist and began washing the large pile of dishes. Her breath hitched as a strong pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. 

He smelled her hair, then whispered in ear, “I can't stop thinking about how your lips would feel against mine.” Ransom chuckled at her attempt to shrug him off. “Come on, Killer, you're too pretty to be working this hard. Let me take you out, get a few drinks in ya to loosen up.” 

“Hard pass.”

Ransom rubbed circles on her stomach. “I get it, you think you're too beneath me to date, well don’t worry about that. I see people below my status all the time. How can I deny them when they come so willingly, and often. You’ll find, I’m always up for a good time.”

Y/N growled. “I just want to do my job and go home. Not be hassled by some arrogant playboy. I want no part of whatever validation you get from this cat and mouse game. Now get your paws off of me.”

He felt her stiffen as his hands began to move up her torso. “So tense. Come on, you need some serious stress relief, especially after dealing with my piece of shit family. Let me help you.”

Trapped in his arms, she did her best to ignore the tingling his skilled hands caused as he felt her up. Not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Willing her breath to remain calm and her heart to stop beating so fast.

“Your nipples are so hard, what’s that about then?” Ransom took the half cleaned plate out of her hand, “Just admit you want me.” He licked her ear, smiling at the quiet squeak she made. He knew he could make this little mouse scream. “This body is begging me for attention.” Placing a kiss to her neck, assured in his success, he continued, “Just give in. I promise I'll make you feel so good.”

After a deep exhale, Y/N got her wits about her. “I wouldn’t want to risk catching the mountain of STDs you’re carrying.” He pulled away at her words, so she turned to face him. Looking him up and down with disdain. “You're not as hot as you think you are. Fifteen years ago maybe, but at your age the cocky fuckboy act isn’t cute, it's pathetic.”

He snarled and threw the dish in the sink, breaking it. Once his retreating figure was out of sight, she breathed a sigh of relief. 

Murder wasn’t looking so bad.

Chapter 5

[passionproject1]

10 years ago today, is the day when I got my second tumblr blog Kyoto16. That day, 10 years ago I approached the end of my soft grunge era. Over the past few months, after the discovery of the rap I liked, (it was the first time in my life i was listening to rap on repeat) I had gained a few extra points of interest on my aesthetic variety scale. Then, suddenly I started to become increasingly tired of the never ending feed stream of Lana and skins and pastel goth gore with sad quotes accompanied by Joy division’s „disorder” that I was being fed on all of my social media. And that fade filter everywhere you look. I was fed up and bored of everything in my life, and now I was even bored of my own aesthetic. Depressing. At some point, not long into my aestheticless lifestyle I saw Macintosh plus album cover on YouTube with the Japanese lettering that I still don’t know what means and the random white Roman statue, and somewhat of an 80s background, and I was like ok cool, this is weird , this feels fresh and I clicked. Then after listening I liked. Then after I liked i started to re listen in the background as I was entering and exploring the hole of this newfound aesthetic land. After hours spent watching vapourware cyber visuals : the spinning backgroundless PCs , the Arizona + Fiji bottle, the lowpoly game hands with guns, the young yung lean and aloe armour SoundCloud beats I decided that I’ll make my own blog honouring this aesthetical experience of 2010s. So I did it. Kyoto16 became the only anonymous routing of my new found interests; half repost half OG post. I spent hours a day searching for the new content. Like a lunatic + fanatic. I shared it with the passion of well payed researchers and met some friends or at least mutual reposters who still follow me on IG now and like my posts along my way. For a short but significant chunk of my life that was me and that was real. Then it stopped. I don’t remember why but months later I just stopped using it suddenly. I think it was around the time I moved to the uk and found myself hanging out with teen chav girls who preferred real human connection over a big bottle of strongbow cider and illegal cigs from Romania instead of the net world. Things end. This blog is my blog passion project 2. Someone used a name passionproject2 so I guess passionproject1 is the best replacement, first passion project since I turned adult #namaste

[niffala]

I Quit (Pt. 4)

Warnings: Ransom being Ransom, non-consensual touching, mild harassment, unwanted "advice"

A/N: Reader insert version found here. The Thrombeys’ opinions are NOT my own. Thoughts in italics. 18+ only due to smut and dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 4

The asshole kept showing up without warning. Sometimes under the pretense of spending time with Harlan. Other times he'd blow in like a storm, mess with her and leave just as quickly. Seemingly making it his mission to make her job as hard as possible, living to torment her.

Elizabeth felt she was constantly under his wicked gaze. He annoyed her beyond measure, but there were strange feelings underneath it that she refused to explore. Pushing them down every time he touched her. When his fingers would caress her arms, tickle her sides, play with her hair. His warm palms resting on her back, brushing against her thighs, massaging her shoulders. His hands always found their way to her body.

Honeyed promises flowed out of his mouth, trying to entice her. How he knew people, could introduce her and get her into places she'd never have the chance to without him. Jumpstart her career, make her a hot commodity.

Ransom would offer to buy her things; cars, clothing, jewelry. Take her shopping at the most luxurious and sought after shops and boutiques. Book a trip for two on a private plane to Bora Bora, Fiji, or St. John's. Painting pictures of sunshine, secluded beaches, yachting, bikinis, massages, and drinking champagne in a hot tub as they'd watch the sunset over the ocean.

When Elizabeth would rebuff his advances, he would become petulant. Doing petty things such as stealing from the kitchen or insulting the food in front of his grandfather. The cycle kept repeating. Ransom's words would go from soft and sensual to explicit to threatening. Every rejection and returned threat only seemed to encourage him. He would not be deterred.

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Another Sunday, another awful family dinner. Tonight's atmosphere was already full of tension. Ransom's smug presence causing all hackles up and on high alert. Elizabeth wondered if so much rottenness in the air may spoil the food. It certainly made her lose her own appetite.

As Elizabeth brought out the main course, the group were in the middle of bragging about where they each were spending the holidays. Trying to outdo the other with the fun and lavish time they would be having.

Fran helped place the plates in front of them. It could have been actual ghosts serving them for all they noticed. Not even aware of the food under their noses until Elizabeth began speaking.

“Tonight we have prime rib with garlic and herb butter. Potato cream with caramelized leeks and brown butter brussel sprouts. And for our vegan guests, I prepared grilled cauliflower steaks with cilantro crema. Sweet potato wedges and rosemary seasoned roasted brussel sprouts. Please enjoy.”

Ransom looked up at Elizabeth through his long eyelashes. “This isn't cooked,” he complained, smirking.

Gritting her teeth, Elizabeth explained the prime rib was cooked appropriately to bring out the best flavor and tenderness. When he continued to poke at it with his fork, she offered to throw it back in for him. He smiled and handed over his plate, remarking that a real chef would know what they were doing.

Walking back into the kitchen, she reminded herself that murder was wrong. Quickly heating up the piece of meat, she threw it back on the plate, resisting the urge to spit on it.

Ransom accepted his returned meal with a grin. He held up a finger for her to wait as he cut out a chunk and took a bite. “Wow, this is dry as hell. And the gravy is burnt. What am I supposed to do with this?”

Go fuck yourself with a flaming cactus.

Elizabeth gave her apologies with a smile. Asking him if he would prefer the alternate meal that his aunt and cousin had because there were extras. He made a face but didn't make further demands.

Linda called to her before she could escape. “Elizabeth, dear. As I'm sure you are aware, we are all family here, including the staff.” Her lips pressed in a firm line, corners barely upturned, making heavy eye contact with Elizabeth. “And as a family, I'm sure you can agree we should be able to be honest with one another. It pains me to say this, but facial piercings are trashy and you should really consider removing that garbage from your pretty face.”

Elizabeth stood there, speechless at the gall of this woman.

“I couldn’t disagree more. It’s a sign of her independence and individuality. How dare you try to oppress her.” Joni reached for Elizabeth’s hand, which luckily was out of her reach.

Eyes momentarily narrowed at her sister-in-law, Linda sighed and raised her hands in defeat. “Well if she wants to look like whore, then I can't help her.”

Not to be outdone, Ransom pulled the attention back to himself. Noisily making a mess of his potatoes, letting them fall off his spoon and splatter around like it was the worst thing he's ever seen. “This is disgusting, flavorless baby food.”

Meg scoffed, “You’re being an asshole.”

“Shut up, teen bop and eat your tofu.”

The arguing continued as Elizabeth slipped away to the shelter of the kitchen. Fran was waiting for her, having heard everything. “It's amazing how they phrase straight up insults as being helpful, isn't it? I felt so valued as a family member when she told me last week that a show she watches has a monkey butler and I should watch it and take notes.”

Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief, “These people.”

“Just wait. You haven’t seen half of what they are capable of yet.”

The pair carried out dessert; burgundy pears with whipped lemon cream cheese. The family seemed delighted, save for one scowling face.

Ransom speared the fruit with his fork, picking it up and twirling it. “What is this gooey blob? It looks like a tumor?”

“Takes one to know one,” Meg snorted, covering her mouth in embarrassment at the noise. 

Joni caught Elizabeth’s arm as she walked by. Holding her in place as she gave hair and makeup tips. Explaining to her like a child, about how she should dress and carry herself. “I’d be willing to sell you my last season's fashions at a small discount, but we’d have to let them out of course.” Her head was thrown back with the force of her laugh.

“Bah,” Richard jeered. His flushed face reflected the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed. “Nobody wants your hippy-dippy fashions.” His unfocused eyes moved to Elizabeth. “Don’t you change a thing. Your body was made for the male gaze. More to grab on to. Show it off however you want. Or leave more to the imagination. However you are feeling, darling is A-OK.” He winked at her, then stretched his arms up, faking a yawn. Jiggling the money clip in his right hand to make sure it was seen.

This guy is literally waving his money around. Ew. Just ew ew ew.

Walt started shouting at Richard about hitting on the help. Citing his sisters honor and respect. Things he most likely had no idea the meaning of.

Only then did Harlan put a stop to the fighting. Not allowing illspeak of his daughter.

Elizabeth couldn't get out of the room fast enough.

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After she assumed the Thrombey horde filed out. Elizabeth turned on her playlist and began washing the large pile of dishes. Her breath hitched as a strong pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. 

He smelled her hair, then whispered in ear, “I can't stop thinking about how your lips would feel against mine.” Ransom chuckled at her attempt to shrug him off. “Come on, Killer, you're too pretty to be working this hard. Let me take you out, get a few drinks in ya to loosen up.” 

“Hard pass.”

Ransom rubbed circles on her stomach. “I get it, you think you're too beneath me to date, well don’t worry about that. I see people below my status all the time. How can I deny them when they come so willingly, and often. You’ll find, I’m always up for a good time.”

Elizabeth growled. “I just want to do my job and go home. Not be hassled by some arrogant playboy. I want no part of whatever validation you get from this cat and mouse game. Now get your paws off of me.”

He felt her stiffen as his hands began to move up her torso. “So tense. Come on, you need some serious stress relief, especially after dealing with my piece of shit family. Let me help you.”

Trapped in his arms, she did her best to ignore the tingling his skilled hands caused as he felt her up. Not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Willing her breath to remain calm and her heart to stop beating so fast.

“Your nipples are so hard, what’s that about then?” Ransom took the half cleaned plate out of her hand, “Just admit you want me.” He licked her ear, smiling at the quiet squeak she made. He knew he could make this little mouse scream. “This body is begging me for attention.” Placing a kiss to her neck, assured in his success, he continued, “Just give in. I promise I'll make you feel so good.”

After a deep exhale, Elizabeth got her wits about her. “I wouldn’t want to risk catching the mountain of STDs you’re carrying.” He pulled away at her words, so she turned to face him. Looking him up and down with disdain. “You're not as hot as you think you are. Fifteen years ago maybe, but at your age the cocky fuckboy act isn’t cute, it's pathetic.”

He snarled and threw the dish in the sink, breaking it. Once his retreating figure was out of sight, she breathed a sigh of relief. 

Murder wasn’t looking so bad.

Chapter 5

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Among the oldest and biggest cinema industries around the globe is found in India. A public screening of an Indian movie occurred at the beginning of 1913. It was called Raja Harischandra. Finding someone to play female characters at the time was quite difficult. It has only recently been questioned whether the middle and lower classes still associate acting with a decline in virtue, female chastity, and credibility.

Gujarati Film Industry

Among the important regional and popular film industries in Indian cinema is Gujarati Cinema. The business has reached its best point over the past ten years thanks to sane and competent directors who have won the audiences' high praise. The movies have original stories, excellent acting, beautiful music, and a wide range of genres, including Family, Tragedy, Comedy, Mystery, Sports, Sci-Fi, Historical Drama, Action, and Relationship.

At the 64th National Film Awards, the movie "Wrong Side Raju" won the National Film Award for Best Motion Picture in Gujarati. The next film, "Reva," took up the 66th National Film Award for Best Motion Picture in Gujarati.

The Gujarati film industry's most admirable quality is that it consistently embraces Bollywood stars who are not Gujarati (Bollywood). Amitabh Bachchan, a Bollywood celebrity, and Jaya Bachchan both had cameo appearances in "Carry On Kesar."

The Gujarati film sector has produced numerous films filmed outside of India, demonstrating the sector's rapid expansion. The industry supports artistic filmmaking and its promotion across various media.

More than 8 crore Gujaratis and a global audience have been reached by Gujarati cinema thanks to innovation and art over the years. Gujaratis are wealthy, and the Gujarati movie business will soon reach new heights of development. There are several Gujarati actors in Bollywood as well.

Bhojpuri Film Industry

In recent years, Bhojpuri cinema has seen a significant evolution. This has enticed numerous prominent Bollywood actors to join the Bhojpuri film industry.

Bhojpuri film was fighting for its life and was on the verge of extinction until lately. However, the collaborative effort of the Bhojpuri film industry's creators, directors, and producers brought the sector back to life by turning it profitable once more.

Bhojpuri cinema has established a niche today, and its popularity on the international market has skyrocketed. There is a worldwide audience for Bhojpuri films, not just in Bihar and Uttar Pradesh. The Indian diaspora living in Brazil, Fiji, South Africa, Guyana, Suriname, Mozambique, and Trinidad & Tobago enjoys watching Bhojpuri films. To know more about this in detail you can log into our Bhojpuri film industry app.

Marathi Film Industry

The Marathi film industry has continuously produced works of art. The business has developed a reputation for being content-centric and important thanks to movies like Fandry, Court, and Kaasav. A few years ago, the phenomenal box office success of Marathi films like Sairat, Natsamrat, and Lai Bhaari gave the impression that the industry was prosperous. But, the reality of Marathi cinema's box office performance could be better. 2019 witnessed 11 weeks where three or more Marathi films were released on the same day, which is unusual in an industry where even a solo movie struggles to maintain at the box office. This gives these movies no chance at the box office.

The Marathi movie business has its work cut out for it as the pandemic effect on the box office fades over time, and the box office throughout languages starts to rebound. It must address some fundamental structural issues for more sustained success at the box office. To know more about this in detail, you can log into our Marathi film industry app.

Bollywood is acknowledged as having the biggest global film production sector. In all, 2961 films were made in India, including 1602 features in 2012. India offers some of the lowest prices in the planet for movie tickets.

[deliciousmoonaman]

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1. The Mediterranean The Mediterranean Sea is a popular choice for private yacht charters due to its warm climate, historical landmarks, and beautiful coastlines. Whether you choose to explore the French Riviera, sail around Greece’s idyllic islands, or visit the stunning Amalfi Coast in Italy, the Mediterranean offers something for every type of traveler. Enjoy gourmet dining, exquisite beaches, and charming coastal villages while cruising on your luxury yacht.

2. The Caribbean The Caribbean is synonymous with pristine beaches, turquoise waters, and vibrant cultures, making it one of the best places for a yacht charter. With numerous islands to explore, such as the Bahamas, the British Virgin Islands, and St. Lucia, you can tailor your trip to include water activities like snorkeling, diving, and paddleboarding. The Caribbean’s tranquil atmosphere and breathtaking scenery make it the ideal location for relaxation and adventure alike.

3. The South Pacific The South Pacific’s remote islands and crystal-clear waters provide an unparalleled yacht charter experience. Famous destinations like Fiji, Tahiti, and the Cook Islands offer the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life. With lush landscapes, rich marine life, and a strong Polynesian culture, the South Pacific is a dream destination for those looking for serenity and natural beauty.

4. The Galapagos Islands For those seeking a unique wildlife experience, a yacht charter around the Galapagos Islands is the perfect choice. Located off the coast of Ecuador, this UNESCO World Heritage site is home to diverse wildlife, including giant tortoises, sea lions, and a variety of bird species. A private yacht allows you to explore the islands in comfort while learning about their ecological significance.

5. The Seychelles The Seychelles, an archipelago of 115 islands in the Indian Ocean, is another top destination for private yacht charters. Known for its stunning beaches, granite rock formations, and crystal-clear waters, the Seychelles offers a tropical paradise where you can relax, snorkel, or explore the vibrant marine life. With a charter, you’ll have access to some of the most exclusive and unspoiled islands in the world.

In conclusion, whether you're drawn to the Mediterranean’s ancient culture, the Caribbean’s tropical beauty, the South Pacific’s serene landscapes, the Galapagos Islands’ unique wildlife, or the Seychelles’ exotic allure, a private yacht charter offers a one-of-a-kind experience. These destinations provide not only luxury and comfort but also unforgettable memories and adventures.

[realitygoddess]

resolutions and such

This past year has been a difficult one. Another grief-filled year of learning, growing, trying to find peace and passion. I graduated with a bachelors degree in December. I'm back on tumblr after exploring many different mediums. Trying my best to avoid AI and other billionaire fueled nightmare platforms.

My goal is to read 2-4 books per month. January reads:

Care Work by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarsinha

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler (currently reading)

I have many many on my list to devour, let me know if you wanna meet or chat about the books, maybe I will post book reports. Ideally, I wanna start a reading group or a book club this year. I also want to keep blogging about television and media, but I am trying to figure out a better format than what i was doing from 16-20 which was incessantly posting gifs and emotional reactions to whatever people I enjoyed watching on the shows at the time. I wanna contribute some more thought, though. I found a way to write my senior thesis paper on Survivor, if anyone is interested. It was not my best work, it was way too ambitious of a paper, but I was interested in examining the exploitation of Fiji by reality television companies, if you catch my drift. Alrighty, ask me questions about that if you want! And expect to see more from me, possibly.

[paradiseinfijiaw]

Discover the Perfect Wedding Packages in Fiji for Your Dream Ceremony

Planning a wedding is one of the most exciting yet challenging experiences in life. When it comes to combining romance, breathtaking scenery, and seamless arrangements, wedding packages in Fiji offer everything you need. Known for its crystal-clear waters, lush landscapes, and warm hospitality, Fiji is the ultimate destination for couples seeking a magical wedding experience. Whether you’re dreaming of a beachside ceremony or a private island celebration, Fiji wedding packages provide options to suit every taste and budget.

Why Choose Fiji for Your Wedding?

Fiji stands out as a top wedding destination because of its idyllic settings and unparalleled services. Imagine saying your vows against the backdrop of turquoise lagoons or under swaying palm trees. The islands are famous for their natural beauty, making every moment picture-perfect. More than just aesthetics, Fijian culture emphasizes warmth and care, ensuring that every guest feels welcome and cherished.

Additionally, choosing a package eliminates the stress of organizing multiple vendors. From professional photographers and florists to expert wedding coordinators, you’ll find everything conveniently bundled. This ensures a seamless event, allowing you to focus on what truly matters: celebrating your love.

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Wedding packages in Fiji typically cover:

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Photography and Videography: Capture every moment with professional-grade services.

Accommodation and Extras: Many packages include honeymoon stays and complimentary spa treatments.

Popular Wedding Locations in Fiji

Fiji boasts a variety of stunning locations ideal for tying the knot. Some of the most sought-after spots include:

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Book Early: Fiji is a popular wedding destination, so secure your dates and venues well in advance.

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Why Duadua Resort is Perfect for Families

Nestled in the heart of Fiji, Duadua Resort offers a unique blend of luxury, comfort, and adventure tailored for families. The resort’s family-friendly accommodations feature spacious villas and suites designed to provide a home-away-from-home experience. With the best Fiji family holiday packages, you’ll enjoy a seamless blend of relaxation and excitement, ensuring every member of the family has a memorable vacation.

Exciting Activities for All Ages

Duadua Resort is a hub of fun-filled activities that cater to kids, teens, and adults alike. From snorkeling in crystal-clear lagoons and paddleboarding to exploring Fijian culture through village tours, there’s something for everyone. The kids’ club offers supervised activities, allowing parents to unwind with spa treatments or lounge by the pool. These experiences are all part of the thoughtfully designed best Fiji family holiday packages available at Duadua Resort.

Dining for Every Palate

Family meals become a highlight of the day at Duadua Resort, with a variety of dining options that cater to all tastes. Enjoy fresh seafood, traditional Fijian dishes, and kid-friendly menus in stunning settings. Beachfront dinners and themed buffets add a touch of magic to your evenings, making every meal an event to remember.

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Duadua Resort offers the best Fiji family holiday packages that include accommodations, meals, and activities, ensuring a hassle-free vacation. These packages are designed to provide value and convenience, so you can focus on enjoying quality time with your loved ones.

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Anniversaries are special milestones that deserve to be celebrated in a unique and memorable way. Rather than opting for the usual dinner or spa getaway, why not surprise your partner with an extraordinary adventure? Here are some unique anniversary trip ideas that will make your celebration truly special.

Stay in a Treehouse or Overwater Bungalow For those who want to get away from the hustle and bustle of daily life, a stay in a treehouse or an overwater bungalow offers an intimate experience in nature. Imagine waking up to the sound of birds chirping or the gentle waves lapping beneath your bungalow. Locations like Bali, Maldives, or Costa Rica offer some of the most stunning and romantic retreats that allow couples to disconnect and enjoy each other's company in peace.

Hot Air Balloon Ride Over Scenic Landscapes If you and your partner are looking for a breathtaking way to celebrate, consider a hot air balloon ride. It offers not only a unique experience but also stunning views. Hot air balloons over places like Cappadocia, Turkey, or Napa Valley, California, provide unforgettable vistas. Floating gently over vineyards, mountains, or historic landscapes, you'll create memories that last a lifetime.

Luxury Train Journey Traveling in a luxury train like the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express or the Royal Scotsman gives you an old-world charm while exploring scenic routes in style. Whether it’s traversing through the Swiss Alps or journeying along India’s rich heritage, these train rides offer a lavish and romantic way to celebrate your anniversary, complete with fine dining and cozy cabins.

Private Island Getaway For a more secluded anniversary celebration, consider renting a private island. The Caribbean, Seychelles, or Fiji offer beautiful private islands perfect for a romantic and tranquil retreat. With pristine beaches, crystal-clear waters, and exceptional service, you’ll feel like you're the only two people in the world.

Road Trip Along the Coastline For couples who enjoy a bit of adventure, a road trip along a scenic coastline is a great way to explore beautiful destinations. Whether it’s the Pacific Coast Highway in California or the Great Ocean Road in Australia, you can enjoy breathtaking views, visit charming coastal towns, and enjoy activities like hiking, swimming, or enjoying a seafood feast together.

Cultural Immersion in a Historical City If you both enjoy history and culture, consider an anniversary trip to a city with deep historical significance. Places like Kyoto, Japan, or Rome, Italy, offer a rich cultural experience with temples, ancient ruins, and world-class museums. You can walk hand-in-hand through cobbled streets, exploring old architecture and indulging in local cuisine.

In conclusion, your anniversary trip doesn’t have to be the same old experience. These unique ideas will help create lasting memories, whether it’s through thrilling adventures, relaxing retreats, or cultural exploration.

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