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aggresivelyfriendly · 4 years ago

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-Tis the Damn Season- Year Three

Jingle Bell Rock Me

Hi anybody reading! She’s a tiny bit short, but so am I, and I think that’s cute! Lol! Thanks to @dirtystyles for the beta!

"Excuse me, Emma." His voice, the one that's been echoing in the hollows of her body for a year and that she hasn't heard except for on the occasional call in the same amount of time, nearly buckles her knees. It steals her breath and speeds her heart. She imagines her cheeks and chest have gone that red color.

It's not the same over the phone.

Emma thought she had prepared herself, at least a little. No amount of busyness could make her forget that she was going to see him. Emma had done her best to distract herself with trips to the market for her mum and to the pub to see anyone in town. She knew seeing him in those places was less likely. She really wanted to see him, to look at him full on, but Gemma was already looking at her a little funny, with her fluttering lashes and subtle panting. She hopes it's subtle. She's just about to get a hold of herself, she is sure of it, when his fingers brush over the keyhole in the back of her sweater. She'd worn it for this very purpose. Hoping they'd find themselves in the vicinity of the mistletoe or alone in the kitchen, or her bent over a chair in the snowy garden, wherever, and he could get his hands on her a little, despite the chill of the December weather.

It was everything she had hoped for, but that he went for it so immediately, another victory, is what makes her sure she's miscalculated her strategy. His opening volley has her ready to fall down dumbly and suck him off, and she hasn't even looked at him.

Emma can feel the goosebumps pop up and she hears his suppressed chuckle at her excitement at his presence, his touch. And that does it. If she was looking at him, could look at him, she would be rolling her eyes, maybe giving him a two finger salute. She suppresses the eye roll. Luckily, Gemma is doing it for her.

"Harry, are you just going to be a pest all evening? Surely some friend you still trust is here, don't lurk when I've found one of mine." Gemma put her arm around Emma's shoulder and turned her. It's lucky, because now they both can look at him, and Emma can do so unobserved. Gem is still talking to him in her dressing down tone, she'd loved to use that one on an assortment of dickheads in sixth form, and Emma almost laughs realizing where she perfected it. On Harry, who is looking at his sister with amusement, her barbed tongue having no impact on him. His backbone is stiffer than Emma's, though other body parts have more in common. His eyes are as wandering as hers. He slid his gaze to her, he stays near the acceptable places, though her lips tingled when he stared at those momentarily. When his gaze dropped lower, she could tell where it was roving though he feinted and parried so fast Gemma may very well not notice.

Emma is not so disciplined, and her gape is not the dance of a fencer, but is the blunt of a broadsword. He looks better than last year, she thinks. He's thicker, she can already feel his wider presence between her thighs. His hair must be longer, but he's got it wrapped up and she can't wait to pull it free and clutch at it later.

She's only seen him twice, in a year. Seen him through a call on her tiny iPhone screen.

The first had been early, just after she got back to Amsterdam and he texted to get her address. Later that day, when the giant bouquet of flowers arrived she had to call him.

"Do you send all the girls you fuck enough flowers to give their roommates sneezing fits?" She'd immediately taken the piss. Defensewas the best offense.

"Only the ones I'm hoping to fuck again." He'd been quick to respond and she was glad she hadn't yet answered the FaceTime call he must have immediately initiated. Emma got her blush under control, maybe just enough color in her cheeks to make the video call slightly more flattering, though the white and yellow blooms gave her a good backdrop to work with.

"Well aren't you a charmer!"

"Right out of your knickers!" He flashed his eyebrows and she realized he appeared to be in a hotel room in his boxers. Oh, OH, that's why he's flirting so hard.

Does she wanna do this, on their first phone call, have video chat sex? Is that a thing? He's laying back on the bed and she's about to throw her penny and pound into the ring when she hears Lula come into the entryway. "Behave! My roommate just got home!"

"Oh, should I say hello?" He asks and his hand slides to his stomach, right over the butterfly tattoo she had kissed until it fluttered a week before.

"No, I don't want to hear the screams!" Emma stage whispered.

"Oh, she's a fan?" He asked like only one answer was possible.

"Yea, of me. And she's been trying to get me laid for months." Emma giggled. "She says I study too much, I object, she doesn't study enough."

"Well, we took care of that." He made a curious face then. "You're not gonna tell her?"

Did he expect her to blab to anybody that would listen that she'd banged a pop star? Maybe phone a tabloid? "No, I don't think I'll tell anyone. I like the idea of you as my secret."

"Our little secret!" His dimpled smirk really did her in.

"Our dirty little secret." She filled in the missing word, it fit snugly in his growing dimples. The possibilities too. She'd hugged her flat mate and excised herself to make good on the promise the phrase made.

And then they didn't do more than text for ages, he was on some massive tour and the time zones had her not seeing his texts for hours because they needed to sleep and she needed to lock herself in libraries and labs. The second time they spoke he'd been on a break, in California, and he'd called to see if she could fly out. She was at the airport, oddly, but she was going to Reykiyavik, not Riverside.

She'd told herself the whole flight that it was silly to feel sad. They knew with their schedules that seeing each other might only happen over the holidays. It was such a given they hadn't even discussed it.

So, as much as she wanted to, and was overwhelmed that he'd even thought to ask her, she'd just told him, "H, I can't. I'm on my way to my summer studies."

And he'd just said, "Ah well, I'll just have to keep dreaming about seeing you then." Those words had colored her night visions for months.

He'd also left her a detailed message about what he wanted for Christmas three weeks ago.

His morning voice on her phone for three delicious, descriptive minutes was the closest she'd gotten to what he sounded like in person.

Her dreams were really bright then, almost technicolor, better than reality. At least reality with someone who wasn't Harry, as she found out in October.

It still hit differently, his voice, in this moment because she could see what he looked like too. In his jazzy button up and tight jeans. The guy she'd dated for a bit, Marko, had reminded her a little of Harry. But looking at the real thing now, in the flesh, not painted on hues, but living and breathing, she couldn't quite recall why.

Maybe just the hair. Though, Harry's was longer now, curlier, wilder.

It made her wild. When they made eye contact, she felt it in her toes. There was a pause in conversation, everyone waiting, Gemma waiting, for them to greet each other. Emma knew she should say hello, but she was busy trying to regulate her breathing. Panting wouldn't do, but that's what the collision of her daydreams and her wet dreams was inspiring.

Harry saved her, of course. "Hey Emma! It's so good to see you." The way he said good, the tone was almost like when he'd called her a "good girl" when she woken him up with a blow job last year. . Or, she thought it sounded like that.

God, what was he doing to her. She was nodding.

"It's really lovely to see you too, Styles, you've had a big year!" She'd started paying attention, when she had the time.

He blushed. Oh god!

"God, don't get him started, his head will only get bigger!" Gemma said affectionately, jostling Harry a little. "And you," she'd pointed at Emma then, "don't forget that time we had to help him hide coming home off his tits and he pissed himself. He's still my idiot little brother! No matter how famous!"

Or handsome, was Emma's addendum. She said it in her head. But they were all laughing and Gemma had given him more reasons for the attractive flush on his cheeks and deep press of his chagrined dimple. "We wouldn't want him to get a big head!" Emma giggled.

"I'm big enough everywhere else!" Harry tried to boast before Gemma started a story about how they'd had to special order a hat once, because of his massive cranium, and Emma could only sneak glances until he decided to loudly leave.

"I don't have to take this abuse!" He narrowed his green eyes at his sister. "Emma, if you want to have a conversation where my sister doesn't make it her job to insult me, I'll be in the kitchen." Near the mistletoe her mind added.

"She'll pass, I'm sure!" Gemma laughed.

Emma just smiled, as placidly as her galloping heart allowed. "I'm sure I'll need a refill at some point. Maybe then!" Her eyes promised she'd find him.

Which was how she'd wound up on the countertop of the back bathroomn with her palm between her teeth, her tights around her ankles and Harry's head between her thighs.

"Shh, shh!" He laughed up at her and god, he looked so in his element on his knees during his mother's party with a naughty glint in his eyes. Emma wrapped her hand around his chin and pulled him up to her.

"Come here!" She breathed against his mouth. The kiss tasted of her and who knew how much she liked that? Harry apparently, based on the knowing look he gave her when he pulled back to get his dick out of his tight jeans. "Convenient skirt this!"

"Inconvenient jeans those are. Are they some form of birth control?"

"Huh?" That stopped him as he was rolling the condom onto himself.

"There's evidence that wearing things too tight on your bollocks might reduce sperm count. That an extra measure to stop groupie babies?" She shouldn't ask about or imply she didn't want him sleeping with anyone else. They only saw each other once a year. She pretended even to herself that she didn't care who he slept with the rest of the year. If she wanted to know, she supposed she could ask, but she didn't. She also pretended not to compare her other rare dates to him.

There is no comparison.

"I'm gonna have to buy a whole new wardrobe!" He laid his nose against her collarbone and she pressed hers into his hair. She'd pulled off the head scarf as soon as they'd gotten into the bathroom and she was taking full advantage of the access. He was right, it was a little awkward, but Emma could see the potential and it was perfect for pulling.

He was perfect.

Her eyes had closed and she needed to get him back into gear, she should know better than to question a man's manhood when she was trying to use it. "Do you think you could afford it?" Her sarcasm was evident. She got her hand around the funny texture of his skinned cock. "Seems to be working just fine, still, and with possible positive side effects. Should we test it out?"

He lifted his head and his heavy breaths and blown out pupils suggested her stroke had brought him back to their present activity. He caught her mouth and her hips and brought her to the edge of the sill before sinking into her. He'd done his job well, the resistance was minimal and exactly what she remembered. He stopped for just a moment and she wondered if he enjoyed the fullness as much as she did. They exhaled together, made eye contact.

"I've dreamed about this for a year!" He started to move and stole the breath she would have said 'me too' with.

She knew she was making too much noise, she had every time she was with him. He was shushing her again and grinning proudly. "You have to be quiet." He laughed against her mouth.

"Make me?" Was what she said.

"Well, that would involve stopping, and I've no intention of that." So instead he caught her face and licked into her mouth while redoubling his stroke. He covered her mouth with his palm a moment later when her neck went soft and her head hit the mirror.

It was coming, the wave she'd been searching for that had receded too quickly when she'd insisted he kiss her after getting off moments ago. She bit down on his hand to muffle the groan growing in her lower belly.

"Ow!" He looked up from where he was jawing the tits he'd popped out of her bra. Emma squeezed down on him, hard, Iiterally. "Fuck!" He kept eye contact and sped up his thrusts, hitting up just as he had been when she bit him. Her eyes closed as she started to crest, popping open again when the door rattled.

Harry thought quickly and put his hip against it. His strong hold on her doubly useful. They both looked to the lock.

"You nearly done?" An unremarkable voice called.

Harry smirked at her. Covered her mouth and yelled through the door, "Yes, nearly!"

Emma didn't think she could come like that, but she was wrong. Her orgasm was all the stronger for the palm secured over her mouth and the person through the door who might hear. And for Harry's cocky cheek while he pushed into her, until his face dissolved and he groaned. She should have put her hand over his mouth.

Instead her fingers went there and he sucked dutifully.

That set her mind running. Should she ask about meeting later? Tonight, or their traditional, she hoped, Boar's Headon Boxing Day get-together?

They'd already gotten into each other; last year they'd wound up together any free moment, but she didn't want to presume. A week full of stolen moments, some texts messages, a couple phone calls, and a back bathroom fuck did not entitle her to anything.

This wasn't enough for her, but she was too afraid to ask for more. Even what she'd had last time.

"God!" He breathed as he pulled himself free and her off the sink, fixing her skirt before washing his hands and dick, not in that order, in the basin, "How am I gonna wait until tomorrow night?" He turned a drowsy sated smile on her. "What time can you get away to the Boar's Head?"

"You still want to meet up?" She hoped she didn't sound as astounded to his ears as her own told her she did.

He's folding his beautiful dick into his jeans and he's about to do the little jump he does to position it when he just stops. He looks at her quizzically. "Why wouldn't I want to see you?"

She needs to pee and use the sink for the inelegant water in hand wash out, but she'd rather do that in front of him than reveal her insecurity. "It's just...we just..." She pointed between the two of them.

"Yeah, and we can do more," He motioned between them. Then his face lost the cheek and was replaced by a look of focused earnestness that made her heart beat harder than seeing him in person an hour ago. "And if I only get to see you once a year, because you're terribly ambitious and I'm terribly busy—"

"Yeah, you're just busy, not ambitious." She'd try to diffuse the intensity of whatever she's hoping he's about to say.

"So busy, I only get to see my dear Emma once a year, I want to sleep with you."

"You just did!" She reminds him.

"No, really sleep with you, not just sex." He pulls her in. Inside the hug, he kisses her. "Plus, we need time to talk. I want to hear all about this year's research and whatever power plant you geeked out over all summer."

"Yeah?" She's starry eyed and weak kneed, again, still.

"Yes, you muppet. I don't miss you all year just because you taste so good." He kissed her then. "Though you do taste better than anyone else."

She takes the compliment, and only thinks about it on a loop all of Christmas Day, and night. She completely forgets about it after she and Harry have tasted each other by noon on Boxing Day. Then he reveals their real first kiss, and Emma is too busy feeling their current kisses and trying to recall details of that Christmas delight while they sneak around and carouse anywhere they can.

He had to leave earlier than last year. And it's not until he's pulled off, from their private goodbye, before his pub send off where they flirt just enough to annoy Gemma, that she thinks about it.

She's not innocent, she saw other people 11 months out of the year, well three, but she couldn't help but wonder, who else was he tasting?

He implied that he had something to compare her to. Even if it was favorable, she found it bothered her. A lot.

She could ask him; instead she decides to just remember his taste and his interest, it'll have to carry her through until next yule.

It's not her business, it's too far down a road not taken anyway.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #tis the damn season #chapter three #jingle bell rock me

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nethwan · 6 years ago

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Red Tulips

NedTai Week

Day 1: Flowers

Summary: The beginning of wonderful times

Note: Tulip Day was on January 19th this year, and Lantern Festival was on February 19th, both celebrations were an exactly month apart.

Red tulips: also mean perfect love.

Also:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17903945

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13220186/1/NEDTAI-WEEK

That morning, certain Dutchman spent almost an hour choosing a tie. He felt ridiculous, but he wanted to look good, maybe “impress”. It wasn’t going to be a relevant meeting, just the usual matters. However he had something important to do. After some weeks he would finally see her. They had been very busy lately; messages and calls couldn’t replace the presence of the other.

“Which one is better?” he asked his siblings, showing them two ties.

“Blue”

“Green”

He sighed annoyed. Anyways, both were a present that certain Taiwanese girl gave him for his birthday, and then he looked his reflection in the mirror. He smiled, just thinking about her made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

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After say hello to his acquaintances, he looked for her everywhere. Taiwan was talking with other nations when her eyes met his. She approached, smiling. His heart almost stopped. Why she had to be so cute? He thought. That sweet smile made him forget his problems. She just stood there next to him, he would have liked that she fell into his arms and kissed him; he guessed she didn’t do it because they were in public.

It wasn’t a secret that they were together, everyone knew it. Even though they were nations they had a personal life, so dating wasn’t forbidden for any of them. He hesitated before lean and gave her a kiss on the cheek. They preferred displays of affection when they were alone, but he couldn’t resist, he had missed her a lot. She giggled and took his hand.

“We are finally together” she said.

“Finally”

Then she invited him to have lunch together, but first she wanted to change her clothes. He accompanied her to her hotel room. That had been an excuse. As soon as they got in the bedroom, she hugged him and kissed him. He kissed her back; he needed the warmth of her body, the taste of her kisses and everything of her.

They had been friends for several years, he didn’t remember exactly since when and how. One day he just found himself hanging out with her. Their friendship was unexpected because they were completely different, but they shared hobbies like reading and gardening; he enjoyed her company and their conversations.

Later their relationship changed. He started noticing the little details like when she played with her hair when she was nervous, that sparkle in her eyes when she saw something she liked; he loved each of her expressions and how passionate she was about things she enjoyed.

Their love, even more than their friendship, was an amazing happening, and none of them regretted it. He loved her and she loved him back, and nothing else mattered.

At that moment he wanted to talk about their days off. After months of work, they could enjoy of their holidays. In his mind, he had planned everything: they’d spend those days in Amsterdam, and later they’d celebrate New Year’s at her place.

“Wan…” he said, interrupting a kiss. “You know Tulip Day will be in some days… what if we spend our first days of holidays together in Amsterdam again”

“Sure!” she said, smiling. “You have to choose the prettiest tulips for me”

He smiled and kissed her again.

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A couple of days later, he waited for her at the airport. He was impatient and nervous. She would be only his for a couple of weeks and he wanted to enjoy every moment by her side. During that time they wouldn’t be the Netherlands and Taiwan, they’d be Lars and Mei, a normal couple more.

She fell into his arms and kissed him as soon as she saw him. She noticed that he had changed his hair style and he was wearing more casual clothes.

“Bunny, you look really handsome today!” she said excited.

“I just wanted to not being noticed by my people” he said, shyly. She kissed him again, and took his hand.

They went to his house, after a flight of several hours she needed to rest. He cooked her favorite dish and both enjoyed a lovely night together. For the first time in days, he slept well and had nice dreams, but he felt a bit anxious.

The next day they arrived to Amsterdam’s Dam Square just in time. She gasped when she saw all that variety of tulips in all colors and types. She had been there in other occasions, but that spectacle always amazed her.

“I don’t know which of them I should choose. All of them are beautiful”

“I’ll choose some for you, remember?” he said quietly.

He took her hand and they walked around. He wanted to give her the perfect tulips. Finally, he picked a few red ones, the most beautiful he found. She smiled because she knew that red tulips meant love. She took them as if that bouquet was the most delicate treasure. She was about to hug him, when he asked her to go to another site with less people.

She thought that it was strange because they had just arrived, but she followed him. He was so pale, and she could feel that he was trembling. He had planning to give her the gift when they were at home, but he couldn’t wait a second more.

“Bunny… what’s wrong?”

When they were in a lonelier place, he gave her a small box.

“This is for you. Open it”

She did it and when she saw the content, she gasped and started crying. That wasn’t the reaction he was waiting for. Maybe she wasn’t ready, maybe it was a bad moment. Or probably she didn’t love him in that way, he thought scared.

“I’m really sorry, Wan… Mei. Please, forgive me. It wasn’t my intention to make you cry” he said.

She tried to calm down.

“You… don’t have to apologize” she sobbed. “Actually, I’m very happy, I love you with all my heart, and I’ve been dreaming of this moment, but you know we can’t…”

“I know. I know we can’t really get married and we can’t have children either, we can’t even live together. I know all that” he said wiping her tears away and caressing her face.

He looked at her in the eyes and continued talking.

“I am not good with words, but believe me when I say that I love you. I love you more than anything. I’m very grateful to have you in my life, and even if we can’t be like all those couples, I still want to be by your side. See this ring as a proof that my heart belongs to you”

“Bunny, my heart is yours. Thank you for loving me”

“And thank you for loving me too. Maybe as nations we can’t be really married, but what about Lars and Mei? Do you think they can get married? If that’s the case, then, will you marry me?”

“Yes, I will” she replied, crying with joy.

He took her hand and placed the ring in her finger. She hugged him. She felt the same for him; it was just that she never imagined that he would do something like that. She thought they didn’t have a chance to at least do that kind of promise.

Maybe they couldn’t be like a normal couple, but their love was strong enough to survive that obstacle. Their love was like the meaning of those red tulips: undying and eternal.

#nedtaiweek #nedtai #aph netherlands #aph taiwan #fanfic

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clothestop · 6 years ago

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Women In History

I grew up believing that women had contributed nothing to the world until the 1960′s. So once I became a feminist I started collecting information on women in history, and here’s my collection so far, in no particular order.

Lepa Svetozara Radić (1925–1943) was a partisan executed at the age of 17 for shooting at German soldiers during WW2. As her captors tied the noose around her neck, they offered her a way out of the gallows by revealing her comrades and leaders identities. She responded that she was not a traitor to her people and they would reveal themselves when they avenged her death. She was the youngest winner of the Order of the People’s Hero of Yugoslavia, awarded in 1951

23 year old Phyllis Latour Doyle was British spy who parachuted into occupied Normandy in 1944 on a reconnaissance mission in preparation for D-day. She relayed 135 secret messages before France was finally liberated.

Catherine Leroy, War Photographer starting with the Vietnam war. She was taken a prisoner of war. When released she continued to be a war photographer until her death in 2006.

Lieutenant Pavlichenko was a Ukrainian sniper in WWII, with a total of 309 kills, including 36 enemy snipers. After being wounded, she toured the US to promote friendship between the two countries, and was called ‘fat’ by one of her interviewers, which she found rather amusing.

Johanna Hannie “Jannetje” Schaft was born in Haarlem. She studied in Amsterdam had many Jewish friends. During WWII she aided many people who were hiding from the Germans and began working in resistance movements. She helped to assassinate two nazis. She was later captured and executed. Her last words were “I shoot better than you.”.

Nancy wake was a resistance spy in WWII, and was so hated by the Germans that at one point she was their most wanted person with a price of 5 million francs on her head. During one of her missions, while parachuting into occupied France, her parachute became tangled in a tree. A french agent commented that he wished that all trees would bear such beautiful fruit, to which she replied “Don’t give me any of that French shit!”, and later that evening she killed a German sentry with her bare hands.

After her husband was killed in WWII, Violette Szabo began working for the resistance. In her work, she helped to sabotage a railroad and passed along secret information. She was captured and executed at a concentration camp at age 23.

Grace Hopper was a computer scientist who invented the first ever compiler. Her invention makes every single computer program you use possible.

Mona Louise Parsons was a member of an informal resistance group in the Netherlands during WWII. After her resistance network was infiltrated, she was captured and was the first Canadian woman to be imprisoned by the Nazis. She was originally sentenced to death by firing squad, but the sentence was lowered to hard lard labor in a prison camp. She escaped.

Simone Segouin was a Parisian rebel who killed an unknown number of Germans and captured 25 with the aid of her submachine gun. She was present at the liberation of Paris and was later awarded the ‘croix de guerre’.

Mary Edwards Walker is the only woman to have ever won an American Medal of Honor. She earned it for her work as a surgeon during the Civil War. It was revoked in 1917, but she wore it until hear death two years later. It was restored posthumously.

Italian neuroscientist won a Nobel Prize for her discovery of nerve growth factor. She died aged 103.

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jinxedinks added: Her name was Rita Levi-Montalcini. She was jewish, and so from 1938 until the end of the fascist regime in Italy she was forbidden from working at university. She set up a makeshift lab in her bedroom and continued with her research throughout the war.

A snapshot of the women of color in the woman’s army corps on Staten Island

This is an ongoing project of mine, and I’ll update this as much as I can (It’s not all WWII stuff, I’ve got separate folders for separate achievements).

File this under: The History I Wish I’d Been Taught As A Little Girl

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the-travel-guide-blog · 7 years ago

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We've enlisted the expertise of many Travellers to get a list of things you shouldn't do in their country.

It is very hard to generalise a whole country, but for those with no prior experience, it can be a good starting point.

The Netherlands

• If you are a tourist, don't ride a bike in Amsterdam unless you exactly know how to manoeuvre through the traffic. There are very high chances that you might get badly hurt. • Don't make fun of Sinterklaas and Zwarte Piet. It's a weird tradition, we know.

Germany

• Please don't ask for an "Oktoberfest beer please." It doesn't exist. Rather, Die Oktoberfestbiere is a collection of beers served during Oktoberfest in Bavaria. • Never do the Nazi salute; this is a crime.

India

• Do not carry your cameras inside Temples. Photography is strictly forbidden inside all temples and there are chances that your camera might be confiscated at worst. Usually, they will ask you to delete all pictures. • Don't touch anything of respect with your feet.

Indonesia

• Never touch anyone's head or pass anything from above the head. It is considered to be the most sacred body part. • Do not point the forefinger at things. Instead point a thumb. Pointing a forefinger at anything is considered rude. • Don't ask for spoon or fork if not provided. Use your hand. Especially in Padang-style restaurant or in rural area.

Italy

• Do not order a cappuccino or a cafe latte after 11 a.m. • Do not ask for pineapple topping on your pizza.

Canada

• Don't assume gun laws in Canada are the same as the USA; they are very different. • Do not carry alcohol in an open container outside of your home or a licensed facility.

Bulgaria

• If you are giving a woman flowers, avoid an even number of flowers in a bouquet. Also avoid chrysanthemums. They are for dead people. • Expect people to move their head horizontally to say "yes" and nod to say "no". Avoid responding with a facial move, you'll almost certainly get it wrong.

Australia

• Don't litter. Australia is one of the cleanest countries, so if you do you could get a hefty fine.

Thailand

• Dress appropriately when visiting temples. As a general rule don't have knees, shoulders, or chest on show. • Respect Buddhist images. Do not try and enter the country with anything related to the Buddha on your person. If you have a Buddha tattoo you probably won't be let across the border.

USA

• Many laws vary by city and state jurisdictions; research the states you are visiting whilst in the USA as laws can change from one state to another. • Don't underestimate how huge the country is!

Greece

• Don't use a zebra crossing before looking first, it is generally used for the pattern! • Don't throw paper down the toilet.

Peru

• Do not criticise Peruvian food. Seriously, this is maybe the most sacred thing in the country. The one that ties all the people, no matter their social class. • Do not discuss topics related with Chile. Avoid comparisons.

Kenya

• Do not display your valuables — jewellery, camera, phone — to the world; this will keep you from being the target of theft. • Don't wear white or black when out in the bush on an African safari in Kenya. White stands out the most to animals.

Brazil

• Don't make the "OK" hand gesture — making a circle with your thumb and first finger may have a positive connotation in the rest of the world, but it has a very offensive meaning in Brazil.

Rwanda

• Don't bring plastic bags as they are prohibited in the country. • Don't get annoyed if you are being called "muzungu" everywhere. Muzungu means "a traveller" but it is widely known as "white people." They aren't trying to insult you by saying this.

China

• Do not tip. They don't have this culture in China, "Xie xie" (thanks) is enough. • Don't take the metro during rush hours; it gets very, very busy! • Don't bite your fingernails; this is considered very rude.

Turkey

• While sober, do not eat the (in)famous "wet burger". They are meant to be consumed after getting drunk. That is why they taste so good. • Do not drink the residue at the bottom of the Turkish coffee! No Turk ever drinks that. Apparently this is a joke among some waiters working in touristic places.

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