#I fly home on Sunday

[tacosaysroar]

Last Sunday, NFA and I returned to the hotel after spending most of the day at the beach to find the place deserted. We speculated from the pool where the six French men staying there with us might be, and then they showed up on the terrace with champagne and songs. We’d forgotten it was Bastille Day. When they started interspersing their French with “woah” and “woooow” we climbed out of the pool to watch a pretty impressive firework display below us. Probably the first time I’ve ever looked down to watch fireworks.

The next morning, all of the other couples left and we really did have the place to ourselves. We went to a wonderful Moroccan restaurant and spent probably two hours eating and drinking and gabbing with the server about the music. (What you’re imagining but make it into house music.)

We’d made a thing of ending our evenings in the pool and hot tub before bed, and that final night we were in the water when the sky opened up and poured warm rain onto us. It was so romantic it was almost ludicrous. If you saw it in a romcom you’d roll your eyes. That’s how perfect it was.

Our first day back, we drove a little less than an hour from where NFA lives to again spend the day at the beach. The older woman at the checkpoint offered us her citronella spray when she found out we didn’t have any (biting fly season) and I thought about that quote I see here sometimes about how Northerners (which I am, despite where I currently live) sometimes aren’t nice but they’re kind. We had a little lunch, I spent some time in the freeeeeezing cold water (NFA said absolutely not) and then we both relaxed in the tent he bought to shield my skin-cancer-prone body from the sun. At one point, I heard light snoring and looked over to see NFA had fallen asleep with his book open on his chest.

I meet his children tomorrow for lunch, which I haven’t quite internalized yet. Which is probably good. No need to make myself nervous. Or to develop expectations. These are teenagers. They will take me in and likely give little back — keep their impressions close to the vest, as teenagers do. This is just the first of what will likely be many lunches.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i spent all morning looking for the cheapest ways to get to venice next monday and i feel like i've cracked the code or something i think i got it

[mybrainproblems]

I frickin hate flights that depart after 12pm.... Your entire day just gets killed by Needing To Get To The Airport where you don't want to do anything too big that might compromise your ability to get to the airport but you also have so much goddamn time before you need to get there that it's like. Okay? And what am I supposed to do with 10hrs before my flight when I only need 3hrs of that to get to the airport and go through security?

[threnodians]

i need to farm resistance books and dvalin plumes to get her talents to 9/9/9 but the queen is now level 90 ✨ she is so much fun i do not regret my decision to pick her at all! 💕

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[villa-kulla]

mini laloward concept: howard affectionately calling lalo “mi bandido”. bonus points if it’s while pulling him in closer by the bandana, smiling against his lips. 

[nerdie-faerie]

Keep forgetting that I'm not just home for break and am actually going to be in america in a week for summer

[shyravenns]

thinking about my CoD oc who's a part time medic, but full time chicken farmer and is married to Nikolai but only three people know about her bc her husband is an asshole who likes to play tricks on people

[sexynetra]

Hiiii! Hope everything is great with you! Is it too pretentious to ask for a little SSS? 🤭

Not pretentious at all!! I lost track of the days of the week 😅

I’m still slowly but surely (more slowly than surely) plugging away at this chapter so I promise there will be content coming sometime 😭

anyways for now here’s… six-ish sentences? Marcia’s sentence fragments are the bane of my existence for these 6 sentence Sundays tbh

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Eyes still closed, Anetra spoke up after a moment. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m not staring. Your eyes are closed anyways. Shut up,” Marcia sputtered out and Anetra laughed warmly.

“I can feel your eyes burning holes in me. It’s fine, I think it’s cute.”

[theyarebothgunshot]

are you going to liverpool too? i'll be there meeting jensen and misha!

nooo i am in italy, but i am so excited about jenmish!!!! love this for you, too!!

[pardonmystardust]

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[carcarrot]

giddy levels steadily increasing

[spinsterennui]

I fly to Seattle tomorrow!!!!! 🛩😬

[ilostyou]

i would do unimaginable things to be able to go to nashville n3

[queerevan]

on vacation this week and every day i get progressively more anxious about it being over and having to go back to work and it’s only tuesday… like why can’t i even enjoy my time off

[cinematicnomad]

i head to my final city of this 3 week trip to india today! after that it’s istanbul and then a short holiday on the turkish coast and then finally, finally back home next wednesday.