#He is absolutely in love with BYLs

[buildmybaby]

[fe-fictions]

Can you maybe write/repost the dimileth pregnapping? It was my favorite :3 all of those byleth gets kidnapped while pregnant prompts were all rlly good but obvi the ones that had my best boys dimi, felix, and claude were my faves

(Aaah thank you!! Yes, please enjoy the reposting of the dimileth pregnapping! U V U )

One week.

‘Save me, Dimitri.’

Two. 

‘Save us, Dimitri.’

Three.

‘How can you not keep your own wife safe?’

Four weeks.

‘Your own child?’

One month. Then two. 

‘We needed you, Dimitri. You weren’t here.’

Two months and two weeks.

‘We needed you and now we’re going to die because you weren’t strong enough. You killed your family, Dimitri. You killed the last people who loved you.’

Three months.

The king, whom all had thought returned to his senses, was slowly, slowly…devolving into madness, once more. 

He was becoming a nightmare, a pale, trembling, unkempt, feral shell of a man. Every day that passed and he hadn’t brought you home…it was taking a serious toll on his body.

He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep.

His wife had been kidnapped, right from under his nose. 

The day had been a blur. 

You had only just told him of your pregnancy, that you were two months along and everything was good. That Mercedes suspected it would be a boy. A son.

Dimitri would be the father of your son.

He was over the moon; nothing could have made him happier in that moment. 

Then it all was shattered. You were returning to the monastery, and you hadn’t even made it half-way. A bloodied soldier had crawled back to the capital, wailing that the queen had been captured, her caravan massacred.

He and a few others were the only ones who survived.

It hadn’t even been a day. Dimitri had lost you in the span of a few hours.

And now, months had crawled past, and they still hadn’t found you.

He was an absolute wreck, and it showed. Dedue, who stood faithfully by his side, eyed the king warily as he stood over the maps of Fodlan, his hands clawed into the table as he stared at them madly, searching frantically for some place they hadn’t yet searched.

“What do I have to do…? What must I sacrifice before I find her? What more can I do?!” 

“Milord, you have done everything you can. All we have is the scouts, now. We must wait for their return, and then-”

“I can’t wait any longer!!” Dimitri bellowed, his hands raked through his hair as the panic overwhelmed him once again. “She’s out there- she’s out there, dead, for all we know, because I sent her off! I should never have let her leave. I should have kept her here, where she’s safe! I condemned her to death! I condemned our child!!”

“You couldn’t have known, milord-”

“I should have!!” His fists slammed against the table, and he crumbled. He broke down, again. “I…should have been the one to…”

“It couldn’t have been you, boar.”

Felix’s voice came from the doorway, a few other comrades watching with concern as Dimitri fell apart, once again.

“It’s those mages. They don’t care about you- they want Byleth’s blood. They did what they had to in order to get it. So for the love of gods, stop blaming yourself.”

“Felix…you know not of what you speak. I am the king- my power is absolute. Yet even that wasn’t enough to protect my own wife from certain death!!”

“You can’t know that she’s dead, Dimitri!” Annette argued, “Y-you can’t take that on yourself, not until you see it. But you won’t!! She’s not gone!!”

“And how…how could you possibly know that?” He hissed, looking to her with a glare that seemed to practically dare her to answer with anything but the correct words.

She stepped forward, producing one of your headpieces. A small, humble circlet, one that Dimitri had given her in the throws of war. One that you treasured and wore constantly, a sweet reminder of how dear his gifts were, to you.

One that now glowed with a strange aura, of a spell that Annette had cast.

“It’s a long shot, but…Mercedes and I found a spell in one of the library’s older tomes. A tracking spell. If we use this, we’ll be able to trace Byleth’s essence and find out exactly where they’re keeping her!”

“What…?” Dimitri stared at her, at a loss for words. He wanted so badly to scream at her. “Why…w-why didn’t you tell me this before? Why did you wait four damned months to show me-”

“Enough!!” Felix snapped at him, “You’re out of your  mind!! You think she was keeping that from you?! That she didn’t want you to know about it?! You think she wants to lose Byleth?! Find your head, you damn brute! She’s trying to save your wife!! She’s done more to help you than your constant abuse ever did!!”

“…How dare you say that to-”

“Can it.” He growled, “We’re going to find your wife. If you don’t calm down and find your sense, then you can stay here and pout like the brat you are.”

“Felix, he’s not a brat.” Mercedes chided him weakly, “He’s worried about her.”

“He’s taking it out on us, again. Just like before. I’m not going to stand for it. Either you find your head, or you stay here and wait.”

Felix knew he should’ve been beheaded, at this point. No one should talk to the king like that, and yet…someone had to do it.

Dimitri could only stare in awe, at a loss for words at the brash, cold confidence of his friend. Someone who had the guts to tell him to suck it up.

To silence the voices in his head.

He didn’t have to listen to them.

He wouldn’t.

He had let himself be distracted by them long enough. All he could think about was their words, the demons berating him for losing his beloved. But what good did it do?

Dimitri exhaled shakily, giving a solemn nod. “No, he’s…right.”

“W-what?”

“He’s right. Callous and cruel…but he’s right.” Dimitri swallowed, “I want to go. I must. Byleth needs me. Pouring over maps and sending out scouts, praying for an answer…I’ve done this for too long. If that spell brings me straight to Byleth, then…I’ll take it.”

Felix scoffed, motioning for Dimitri to join them.

“Then let’s get moving.”

Annette had everything ready to go within moments. Lysithea had come to lend a hand with her magic skill, Mercedes and Marianne, everyone who knew anything about the darker arts (even if it was just a pinch or even less), pouring all their power into tracking you down.

Another day couldn’t pass. It wouldn’t.

Dimitri watched as they worked, having found his lance and holding it tightly, his silent gaze boring holes into their backs as he waited.

One hour. 

‘It won’t work.’

Two.

‘You won’t find us in time. You’ve wasted so much, already.’

Three hours, four.

‘Our blood is on your hands, beloved. Our blood is-’

“There she is!!!”

He rocketed up from his seat, striding to the soothsayer’s bowl they had been slaving over. There, in the mist that emanated from your circlet…a base.

Small, underground, and undoubtedly in the former Empire’s territory.

But you were there.

His hand came to his mouth, finding your image in the smoke.

You were huddled in a corner, your hands held against your middle. You had grown. The baby was growing. You were both alive.

Oh gods, you were still alive.

“She’s there…!” He breathed, brow furrowed as he tried to keep his composure. “Oh, goddess…w-we must go.”

“We don’t have a precise location…not yet. Give us a few minutes more.”

“That’s enough time to rally the troops.” Felix pointed out, and Dedue was turning on his heel, heading for the courtyards to gather the soldiers. 

“Everyone, find your strongest armor.  Your sharpest weapons! We will move forward the instant the queen is found! We wait no longer- we save her, today!!”

The Blue Lions had never been more proud of their king. That fire in his eyes, that of a king, of a husband…of a father…he was ready to put everything he had into bringing you home, no matter the cost. He wasn’t giving up.

He wasn’t going to let himself fall into the darkness.

He was bringing you home.

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The remains of the Adrestian Empire were little more than a shadow of its former greatness. Dimitri, however, was ready to turn it all to ash.

The base they had found was located deep below the earth, under what was once the royal family’s castle.

They moved quietly, and quickly down the steps, deep into the belly of the castle. They remained on high alert, silent until they found the first unfortunate Snake.

He was cut down just as the alarm was sounded.

Dimitri wasted no time forcing the Lions forward, barreling through the corridors and flooding the once grand creation with a mob of soldiers that wanted nothing than to destroy its remains.

You were here. Locked in a cell, cold and alone and afraid and hurt.

The mother of his child. 

There wouldn’t be enough blood in the world to atone the crimes they committed against the king’s dearest love.

No, he cursed, tearing apart the prison once they found it.

No, he promised, ripping each cell door open as the others frantically tried to find the one you were in.

No.

“D…Dimitri…?”

Not anymore.

“Byleth??”

Your name was a gasp on his lips, and he rushed to the cell in the furthest corner, concealed in a darkness not even he could see through. Sylvain’s torch illuminated the place a moment later, and there you were.

In the flash and flicker of the flames, he saw you. 

Oh, his poor wife.

He tore the door from its hinges with an inhuman sound, flinging it away. You could only stare at him, mouth falling open as he rushed to your side. 

Tentatively, he reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek. Was it a dream?

“Dimitri.”

Once,  you called his name.

“Byleth…you’re…y-you’re here.”

“Dimitri…”

Twice.

His brow furrowed, the cloak falling around you both as he took you in, pulling you into his chest as he cradled you for the first time in months. Months.

“I’m here. We’re all here…we’re…here.”

“D-Dima…”

Three times.

He clung to you as you cried, tears of relief dripping down your cheeks. He held you as closely as possible, determined never to let you from his sight again.

Never to let such harm befall you.

For a few moments, all you could do was hang onto your husband, letting him gingerly turn you so that you leaned against his chest, so that the others could come to you and tend to your wounds.

Mercedes and Marianne tended you through tears of their own, thanking the Goddess that you were all right.

You were underweight considering how far along you were in the pregnancy, they had told you. But you weren’t too worried. 

You knew Dedue would take care of you and fix that in no time. 

Once you were cleared to walk, Dimitri had you draped in his cloak, its warmth a welcome comfort from the cold hell you had suffered through for so long.

Despite Flayn’s assurance that you would be fine, Dimitri still carried you from the dungeon, back into the light of the world.

He had let you go once, he explained bluntly, pressing on much to the exasperation and unamusement of some of his friends (Felix…Seteth…).

You pressed your face against his neck, clinging to the fabrics even as he mounted his steed, and began the journey home.

He had let you go, once, he murmured, his lips in your hair. He would never let it happen again. Not to either of you.

The promise was whispered, his hand against your baby bump, the other holding you close to his heart. 

There would never be any fear of the Archbishop being stolen. Now that Dimitri was permanently posted by your side, and especially once your dearest son was born. 

Nothing could pry him from you, come hell or high water.

Your guardian angel.

Your most precious lion.

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

So uuuhh what’re your thoughts on what people’ve been talking about the whole thing with will?

It was absolute dogshit to give him no other purpose in the season other than to be sad bc he's gay. He and Jonathan were El's brothers, they could've done something with that, but no he's just pining after a straight boi the entire time and it was pretty shitty, esp since he's a main character and the only canon mlm so far. I don't think the writers were on purpose like "we're gonna make the gay sad and nothing else" but it is an oversight they should've noticed and fixed way early on.

I'm not as upset as some people because a lot of people seemed to be under the impression byl*r was gonna be canon, which?? I never had that idea, they sunk too much into m*leven in the first three seasons to back out now, and I never really felt that Mike liked Will that way in canon. I feel for y'all, I really do, but I just. didn't expect it to be canon ever. I did expect them to give Will a male love interest tho and the fact he's still gay and sad after all this shit is wild. Tho everyone is sad and stressed at the end of the season, maybe next season will be happier for everyone since it's the last? At the very least, I think the happiest character rn is the other gay, Robin, which is... good for her I guess?

Will say tho– while I did just talk about how I didn't think it was gonna be canon, Netflix releasing promo images and posters of Mike and Will next to each other WAS absolutely queerbaiting. That was scummy as shit, but I'm blaming the marketing department and Netflix for that, the show writers and actors are not in charge of that. I might be biased tho bc I hate Netflix more than anything else on this planet rn

[xenodile]

2.5 is just an absolute emotional roller coaster for poor Bylgrael, my god.

Like out the gate, things are tense between her and Alphinaud and she’s growing more mistrustful and resentful of the Crystal Braves, when Midgardsormr strips her of the Blessing of Light.  Bylgrael is excited to prove that she doesn’t need some talking rock’s help to be the Warrior of Light, but that’s cut short when Moenbryda has to sacrifice herself to finish off Nabriales.

It just proves to Byl that she was right to not like Hydaelyn and seek her own strength in the months following her battle with Lahabrea.  She defeated Shiva, Nabriales, and Bahamut with Hydaelyn’s intervention, and now when the Scions need Hydaelyn’s help to save one of their own, she leaves Minfilia on read.

Seeing the Scions in mourning spoils any kind of pride she might’ve felt about beating an Ascian alone, however.  She wasn’t really close with Moenbryda, and was even envious of her, but seeing how her loss affects everyone, especially Urianger and Yda, does hurt her.  Midgardsormr’s comment of “Life for death, a fair bargain.  Other deals will be struck” really sits poorly with her, and she resolves that no, there will be no more “deals” like this.  She’ll continue to better herself, become strong that no one has to make this kinda of sacrifice again.

And then maybe a week later, she loses G’raha.  Watches him seal himself in the Tower, begging and pleading with him to remember who he is as Cid, Biggs, Wedge, and Rammbroes struggle to stop her from throwing herself at him to try and “wake him up”.  The official report is that G’raha willingly sealed himself in the Tower, despite Bylgrael’s vehement protests that he was not in his right mind, and the Allagan Blood he received from the clones had compelled him to act against his own wishes.  While all parties involved are aware that Bylgreal and G’raha were close, the clarity with which he spoke his parting words and her emotional distress cause her testimony to be deemed unreliable.

The next few weeks are supremely dour as even Bylgrael is overwrought.  The Scions cope with Moenbryda’s passing, while their champion is grappling with the abrupt loss of someone she might have said she loved, all while the one person she wants comfort from the most is busy overseeing the actions of his Crystal Braves.

[itcertainlyisl-n-h]

Just Plain Nuts...

Illiana Laurel, (right) Russian dancer and singer, was back in court Tuesday to elaborate on her plea to have her divorce from Stan Laurel of the films set aside. She charged the divorce had been forced on her and asserted the comedian, clad only in shorts, once chased her down a Beverly Hills street. She then wore only a negligee. Countess Sonia, shown also, filed an affidavit describing the incident.

—AP Wirepohoto    November 23, 1939

He chased her down the street to the sounds of startled cats knocking over garbage cans and her terrified screams piercing the night.  The had just had an incredible row in the bedroom...punctuated by her throwing an ever present drink in his face.  

“Ty nikogda ne byl muzhchinoy!!”  She shouted at him as he leapt from the bedside.  His eyes were on fire...bloodshot and angry.  She had insulted him so many times it was hard to keep count.  

“Watch what you say my Zaichik...” He said through gritted teeth...”I have taken enough Russian to get the gist...” 

“Then it doesn’t take much brains to get what I’m saying...”  She screamed at him, but before she could utter another word he had her pinned against the wall...her wrists bound by his hands.

“I’ve shown you countless times...and in many ways...what kind of man I am...”  He said...his voice low and seductive, tickling the fine hair of her ear as he whispered threateningly into it.  “I can’t help it you wanted something more than me...namely my wallet.” 

She looked at him with such scorn and contempt and without warning stomped down hard on his foot causing him to release her and cry out in pain.  She slapped him in the face and stood defiant.  

Now as he drew closer to her as she rounded the corner of their neighborhood and down a city sidewalk...not much was going through Stan Laurel’s mind other than Oliver Hardy’s infamous catchphrase “Here’s another nice mess I’ve gotten myself into.”  She was screaming at the top of her lungs sounding like for all the world...a murder victim.  All he wanted to do was catch her and calm her.  He wanted to talk some sense into her.  She drove him absolutely crazy at times...and this one was no exception.  

Why did he ever think that she would be the one to save him from the disaster of his previous relationship?  Why did he think that she...hotheaded and tempestuous from the word go was going to be the one to tame the monsters inside of his head that continued to rage on with every single failed attempt at love?  He had let his heart rule over his head once again and he was supposed to be the brains behind the whole operation...wasn’t he?  

He should have listened to them all...especially Babe.  Babe.  The silent martyr who stood by it all and watched it unfold.  The one who tried the most to reason with him.  To tell him to give it a rest with the dames.  To take some time to figure out who he was...what he wanted.  He didn’t listen then...but his voice was coming in loud and clear now. 

“You’re going to ruin us, Stanley...” 

“I can handle it...” 

“You know I’ve always trusted you...trusted your judgement.  We’ve been through the thick and thin of it...we’ve battled The Depression and came out on top.  We’ve battled Roach and we’ve gotten a fair shake...not the shake we’re entitled to...but better than most...we’re on top, Stan...me and you...Don’t let your actions have consequences.” 

He had almost caught up with Illiana when she turned and ducked down a dark alley.  It was a cold night and his bare feet were scraped up and his body was shaking...mostly with rage...mostly with embarrassment.  He kept picturing the front page of tomorrow’s newspaper.  Him in his boxers...she in her nighty...both disheveled and on mugshots.  If it wasn’t for all the seriousness he may have laughed and thought of a funny gag for their next movie...but this had a way of ruining careers.  He was already in enough hot water.  

It was quiet and dark down the alley.  He thought he could hear the sound of her breathing.  

“Zaichik...come out now...this is enough foolishness for the night...please...let’s talk about this...” 

He heard the sounds of sirens in the distance.  He knew he didn’t have much time.  He wanted to get her home and discuss things before they had gotten completely out of hand.  This was one for the books though.

“No...I won’t.” 

“Look...darling...don’t do this to me...ok?  To us?  Let’s talk about this.  I know it’s cold out here...you’ll catch your death.  We must look a frightful pair!”  

“I don’t care, Stanley...I’m afraid...afraid you’re going to hit me.”  

“Have I ever?  Have I ever touched you like that?” 

“No...but you’ve done worse.  You ignore me...you make fun of me to Hardy...you laugh at me with your daughter...other women...”  She came from out of the shadows.  Her hair tangled...her make-up running down her face.  

Stan stood with his hands on his hips at the opening of the alleyway the shadows playing long on his body in the streetlamps.  He saw her.  Her negligee torn, hanging from her shoulder.  She was beautiful and wild all at the same moment.  He hated her so much.  He loved her so tragically. 

“Other men.” 

“Watch what you say...” 

“You know it’s true.” 

He reached his hand out to strike her...to choke her...to shut her mouth...she always used this against him.  The ace up her sleeve...the thing she knew she had over him...that she could use against him in any court of law...in any hearing about whether or not he should ever be able to work again.  Whether or not he wouldn’t be publicly shamed for life...to go down in the history books as being a tosser...a buggerer...as...whatever anyone thought to call it these days.  He looked at her with such ferociousness.  She knew she had him. 

“You haven’t been in my life long enough to even attempt to know what you’re doing...in regards to my business...my personal life. I suggest you stop while  you’re ahead...wife.” 

“And I suggest you should have told me in the beginning you like the sex with men...” She smirked at him her face full of disgust and sickness at the thought.  “I knew that day when I walked in on you...it would be the last...the last of my feelings for you..” 

Stan had heard enough.  He marched forward and grabbed Illiana up by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder.  He would take her home and they would continue this.  He needed another drink. He needed to get her away from the outside...she was still screaming and was yelling all of their secrets out to the world and anyone who would listen.  He only saw red as she continued to berate him.  

“PUT ME DOWN...” 

“I WON’T...I’VE HAD IT...WE’RE GOING HOME!!” 

“I WON’T!!  LET ME GO!!  HELP HELP!!! HE’S HURTING ME!!”  

The police siren had been growing closer and now was directly in front of the alleyway.  Two officers came out and pulled Stan away from his wife and threw him up against their squad car.  He struggled for a while yelling at them to let him go and it was all a huge misunderstanding.  The police officers did doubletakes as they saw who they had pinned down but then shook their heads as they lead off Mrs. Laurel to the back of the squad car...her plaintive cries of “DON’T HURT HIM...IT’S ALL MY FAULT...” echoing from the backseat.  

“You’re allowed a phone call, Mr. Laurel.”  The booking officer said as he looked down at the comedian looking as sad and as pitiful as his counterpart on the screen.  They had given him a rough and scratchy blanket to wrap up in and had escorted his wife off to the women’s detention to talk to her and book her for public indecency as well.  Stan’s head was hurting so bad.  He couldn’t think.  He didn’t know what to do.  He thought as well as he could about what he should do next but reached for the phone.  He needed him.  

“Hardy residence...”  Oliver Hardy said groggily...it was late...three in the morning late...he was in and out of sleep when he heard the soft, quiet, resigned, dejected voice of his long time partner.  

“Babe...I’m scared.” 

Part 1. A/N:  Let me know if you want MORE!!

[susanetalks]

ABOUT TODAY IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE WE'VE DECIDED TO MOVE TO LONDON

Wooow time flies sooo fast, I wish I could stop for a while and enjoy these moments again…

Today 16th March a year ago, this time I was on my way to London for 3 days, 2 nights only with my loved-one.

We were in a long-distance relationship. He was in Tewkesburry, I was living in Prague….We’ve seen each other during Christmas time and now after 2.5 months we will hug again…

Just thinking about my feelings and it’s sending me chills down my spine.

I was flying by morning plane, sooo excited to see him. She’s Thunderstorms on repeat in my headphones. Love this song, cause it motivates me, never gets old or annoying and then I feel like I rule the world. That’s what Johnny taught me, he told me that this song reminds of me to him. That’s why I love it sooo much.

“We’re gonna meet at Victoria coach station at 1pm.”

That’s our meeting point and time, which meant to spend another 2 hours on the coach from Stansted airport to Central London by myself.

I passed all passport controls, and already bought ticket for the coach to London. I was looking for some signs leading to a coach station, when suddenly someone grabbed me and hugged me and it was Johnny - he arrived to London a day before me just to surprise me at the airport already.

Sooo we already spent the whole 2 hours in bus together. It was such a great start of our weekend.

We were walking around the main points for tourists on Friday Night. We saw Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Westminster Bridge, Oxford Street and Regent’s Street as well…

Poté, co jsme se ubytovali jsme pátek večer prochodili po hlavních ikonách Londýna. Viděli jsme Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Westminster Bridge, Oxford Street a také Regent’s Street.

After our dinner, we took a walk around Trafalgar Square and Soho.

Po večeři jsme se šli projít ještě na Trafalgar Square a do čínské čtvrti Soho.

Second day was quite organized. We had booked London Eye - I recommend to book it in advance, it’s cheaper and then it’s faster too. If you book specific time, it’s less painful for your wallet and sometimes you can get FAST TRACK - which means no queues for you.

Sobota byla trochu více organizovaná, protože jsme měli pár rezervací dopředu. Zabookovali jsme si London Eye - určitě doporučuji zarezervovat dopředu online, je to mnohem levnější a potom je to na místě rozhodně i rychlejší. Pokud si jízdu zarezervujete na konkrétní čas, je to ještě o nějakou libru navíc levnější a někdy mají akce na FAST TRACK, takže nemusíte čekat ve frontě…rovnou přijdete, ukážete lístek a jedete.

Morning was quite windy and rainy. However, we didn’t give up and went for a walk around the City. St.Paul’s cathedral is majestic and with this moody weather as in the pic, looks massive and it’s like from some British movie.

Počasí nám během rána moc nepřálo, bylo hodně sychravo a nevlídno. Nám ale šedivý Londýn nevadí a vyrážíme na další objevování, tentokrát modernější části s názvem City, jejíž dominantou je katedrála svatého Pavla, která v tomto ponurém počasí vypadá masivně a hned se vám vybaví anglický filmy.

We were having dinner at Jamie’s Italian restaurants nearby Covent Garden and I have to say that it was amazing evening. Romantic atmosphere, delicious food, exquisite wine and us. Perfect….:)

Večeři jsme měli zarezerovanou v italské restauraci Jamieho Olivera poblíž Covent Garden. Naprosto bez chybičky….romantická atmosféra, skvělý jídlo, moc dobré víno a my….prostě nemusím vysvětlovat, všechno bylo dokonalý.

In the afternoon, we had to go to Luton airport and say goodbye….But we had decided to go back to London and move there together. London has literally stolen our hearts and we fell in love with the city immediately.

We met again after 45 days, 3rd May 2018 and started new adventure of our lives together.

Thank you darling for these amazing memories, it was one of the best weekends together, every moment was just perfect and I knew I want to spend every other second of my life with you and not without you.

I hope I inspired you, who read this post to go to London and open your heart to this city, love and adventure. Because it worths it and life is just now and now is all we have. So grab your loved one and who knows…maybe you will experience exactly the same as us.

Let me know in the comments, if you ever been to London or if you wanna go…:)

Love,

Susane

Bohužel v neděli odpoledne už jsme potom vyrazili směr Luton letiště a museli se rozloučit, ale slíbili jsme si, že se v květnu sestěhujeme spolu a začneme novou kapitolu našeho života právě v Londýně. Město si nás získalo na celé čáře. Já jsem si slíbila, už ve svých 20ti letech, když jsem tu byla poprvé, že tu budu žít a Honzu už jen Londýn přesvědčil zážitkama, který jsme tu spolu prožili.

V Londýně jsme se opět setkali 45 dní poté, 3. května 2018 a započali společné dobrodružství.

Děkuji ti lásko za skvělé vzpomínky, byl to jeden z nejkrásnějších víkendů, které jsme spolu zažili, každý moment byl perfektní a už tam jsem si uvědomila, že chci být právě s tebou a ne být bez tebe v Praze.

Doufám, že vás, kteří čtou tento článek, jsem inspirovala se do Londýna jet podívat, otevřít své srdce tomuto nádhernýmu místu. Stojí to za to a kdy jindy jet, než právě teď? Přítomnost je to jediné, co máme…takže popadněte svoji lásku a jeďte a kdo ví…třeba zažijete a budete vnímat Londýn stejně, jako my.

Dejte mi prosím vědět v komentářích, jestli už jste v Londýně byli a co na něm milujete a pokud ne, tak jestli byste jednou chtěli vyrazit.

S láskou,

Susane

Čas utíká nezastavitelnou rychlostí a já bych si přála se na chvíli zastavit a užít si pár životních momentů ještě jednou….

Dnes, přesně před rokem jsem touhle dobou byla na cestě do Londýna, strávit 3 dny, 2 noci se svou kudrnatou láskou.

Tou dobou jsme měli vztah na dálku. On žil a pracoval v Tewkesburry, Velká Británie, já žila v Praze. Naposled jsme se viděli na Vánoce 2017 a poté tedy po 2 a půl měsících na 3 dny v Londýně, abychom se mohli zase obejmout.

Jen si na všechno vzpomenu a mám husí kůži….

Letěla jsem ranním letadlem, plná očekávání a nemohla jsem dočkat, až Honzu uvidím. Ve sluchátkách mi hrálo She’s Thunderstorms od Arctic Monkeys…Miluju tu písničku hlavně proto, že mi jednou Honza řekl, že mu to připomíná mě a mě ta písnička vždycky totálně namotivuje a cítím se pak sebevědomě.

“Sejdeme se v jednu na Victoria station.”

Tak jsme se domluvili, že se sejdeme až v centru Londýna, což znamenalo ještě další 2 hodiny cesty o samotě po přistání ze Stanstedu do města.

Všechny kontroly po příletu proběhly celkem rychle a já měla dost času teda koupit lístek na bus. Hala letiště je obří a dost hektická, takže mi chvilku zabralo, než jsem našla cedule, značící nástupiště pro autobusy do centra. Koukám, hledám a najednou mi někdo poklepe na rameno a pak už si pamatuju, jak se objímáme…Honza přijel do Londýna o den dřív, přespal a jel mě překvapit už na letiště. Nejkrásnější překvapení :) takže jsme ty 2 hodiny do centra jeli už autobusem spolu. Byl to super začátek, našeho krásného víkendu.

We decided to visit Buckingham palace and James’s Park first before our check-in to our hotel, which was amazing Hotel Ibis Blackfriars.

Po příjezdu do centra, jsme se rozhodli navštívit nejdříve okolí Buckinghamského paláce a James Park. Procházku jsme zvládli i s příručním kufrem, než jsme se mohli ubytovat do Hotelu Ibis v Blackfriars.

I was enjoying ever moment with my darling, and I was quite surprised that flowers were already blossoming in the park and we were having such a nice weather on Friday, meanwhile they had snow in the Czech republic.

Samozřejmě jsme si užívali každý moment spolu, po takové době, je každá minuta s tím druhým moc vzácná a nádherná. Během našeho objevování jsme byli překvapení, že už v parcích v březnu květou narcisky a je tak nádherné počasí, zatímco touhle dobou v Praze sněžilo a mrzlo.

Sunset was absolutely beautiful, and even though Big Ben tower is under reconstruction at the moment, we took 10000 of pictures in front of it. It has totally different mood.

Západ slunce hrál všemi barvami a od pořízení asi tisíce fotek nás neodradil ani neviditelný Big Ben :D obalený lešením, díky rozsáhlé rekonstrukci.

You can see many artists, expressing themselves in different ways - starting from drawing, painting, dancing, singing and playing the instrument.

V Londýně uvidíte hlavně tedy okolo Trafalgar Square a Oxford Street spoustu umělců, kteří se vyjadřují po svém, ať už kreslením, malbou, tancem či zpěvem, nebo hrou na nástroje.

During lunch time we took ourselves in clouds above London. It was my second time and it always feel awesome.

Během oběda jsme se vznesli do oblak nad celý Londýn. London Eye nám poskytl mít Londýn na chvilku na dlani. Já už byla nahoře podruhé a vždycky mě to zatím teda dostalo.

Evening was quite fancy.

Večer jsme si udělali trochu víc do stylu a vyrazili na véču.

TATE Modern has stolen our hearts with its free atmosphere, designs and installations. You can just lay on the carpet or sit on the stairs and chill.

Další den ráno jsme vyrazili do TATE Modern, Galerie moderního umění a nás si získala především uvolněnou atmosférou, celkovým dojmem díky designu a instalacím. My jsme si vyzkoušeli ležení na koberci a jen tak relaxovali, nebo můžete sedět na schodech a jen tak si být či si číst.

On the top of the building, we had perfect view of the city, St. Paul’s cathedral and Millenium bridge, famous from Harry Potter films.

Na střeše se vám naskytne výhled na část CIty s dominující budovou Sky Garden, St. Paul katedrálu a Millenium bridge, známý z Harryho Pottera.