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thought--bubble · 13 days ago

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Inka!

“Fuck, didn’t bring any flowers or nothin’”,

Ahhh! He's so cute!

“That why you went dancing with Mike Jones?”, he asks.

Mmmm jealous Tom my favorite flavor

“Dance with me”, he repeats, this time as a demand.

His jealousy in this fic is too die for. He's subtle... but not lmao

“You liked that stuff before”, he says indifferently, grip on your hand still tight so that you can’t back away further. “Or is it Mikey Jones that touches you like that now?”

Hey now Tom! Tone it down sir.

As his hands push your thighs further apart and he begins to undo his trousers, he whispers against your skin, “This the table you have tea at? With your mum and dad?”

🤭🤭 *Kicking feet and giggling*

“Fucking her on their table”, he groans out as he pushes inside you in one swift motion.

He's a bloody nuisance! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Who’s the only bloke that gets to fuck you?”, he asks, thumb resting on your mound, waiting for your reply.

Oh my beautiful inka. This was incredible. Hes jealous, charming, mischievous, dirty and delicious as hell. Yet another amazing fic by an amazing writer

Tell Me You Missed Me

Tom Bennett x Reader

Summary: Word around the street is that you went on a date with someone else? Tom Bennet, fresh of the navy vessel, is not happy to hear that.

Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, P in V, orgasm denial, excessive teasing

Word Count: 3000

A/N: From my old blog, a request by @humanpurposes! ILY Gee 🫶

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The smooth tones of Duke Ellington echo through the narrow alley leading to your house.

Tom knows what that means.

You’re alone.

Your parents despise jazz, leaving you no choice but to play the two records you’d worked all summer to afford in solitude.

He grins to himself, stopping right by the front door to run two hands over his sailor suit, smoothing out any possible wrinkles.

“Fuck, didn’t bring any flowers or nothin’”, Tom curses himself inwardly as he brings one hand up to knock on the crummy door of your family home. Impatient as always, he doesn’t wait for you to answer before he pushes the door open with one hand.

“Oi, could you keep it down, miss?”, he half-shouts as he enters your house, grinning widely as his eyes immediately find you, seated at the dining table only a few paces from the entrance.

Your eyes go wide as you take him in.

He’s back.

The cigarette that’s been dangling between your red-painted lips falls down to the table as your mouth opens in surprise.

He’s alive.

“Tom”, you breathe out, voice no louder than a whisper.

When he left to join the Navy, you were sure that he’d never come back. Yet here he is, in your house, smiling just as brightly as before he left. The sparkle in his eye is there too.

Just like you remember him.

He steps forward, kicking the door closed behind him before taking two long strides towards you. He reaches down to pick up the still glowing cigarette on the table, taking a deep drag.

“Take it you didn’t miss me then?”, he teases as he looks down at you, his broad-shouldered frame towering over your seat.

“I didn’t think you’d come back”, you reply honestly, eyes still wide with disbelief as you look up at him.

It was easier to assume that any young lad being sent away would never come back. Then the inevitable heartache wouldn’t hurt as much.

“That why you went dancing with Mike Jones?”, he asks. The glimmer of mischief in his eyes seems to disappear as they narrow in accusation.

“How’d you know about that?”, you answer, unable to shake the surprise from his sudden visit. Still wearing his uniform and hair neatly combed to the side, you’d guess he came straight from shore.

“Word goes ‘round, y’know”, Tom states with a shrug, an attempted display of indifference, eyes trailing from your dumbfounded expression down your body. You suddenly feel like the form fitting everyday dress you’d thrown on in a haste earlier today was far too revealing, making heat crawl up your chest, neck and onto your cheeks.

“Well, I’m here now. Dance with me”, he requests, a large hand reaching for yours resting on the table.

“Tom, I-“, you stutter as you pull your hands away from him.

How long will he be back for?

How has life been at sea?

Did he miss you?

“H-, how long are you back for?”, you stand up as you ask, one of your hands coming up to briefly touch his cheek.

To make sure it’s really him.

That he’s real.

His expression looks sterner, jaw tightening as he snatches the hand you touched his cheek with, pulling you closer to him.

“Dance with me”, he repeats, this time as a demand.

You let him lead you, the hand not holding yours settling comfortably on your waist as both of your bodies sway slightly to the fast tones coming from the gramophone.

“Suddenly you’re a dancer?”, you inquire playfully as you look up at his face through your lashes. He isn’t really; his pace does not match the rhythm of the song in the slightest and he barely lifts his feet as he sways in place with you in his arms.

“Apparently”, he answers with another shrug of his shoulders. Your eyes flicker down to take him in once more. You’ve never seen him this dapper before; uniform highlighting the broadness of his shoulders, blue collar matching his eyes, and not a hair out of place.

“An awful one”, you continue to tease him as the hand you’ve placed on his shoulder squeezes him softly.

He hums humourlessly at your jab, the hand placed on your waist slowly travelling down your side, squeezing your hip and stroking your thigh over the fabric of your dress.

Just as you're about to grab his hand and tell him to behave, he moves it under your skirt in one swift, quick motion; letting his palm roam across the soft skin.

“Tom!”, you yelp as you try to push him away, stepping back quickly so that his hand can’t slide up further.

“You liked that stuff before”, he says indifferently, grip on your hand still tight so that you can’t back away further. “Or is it Mikey Jones that touches you like that now?”

His tone is much harsher than before; his attempts at remaining carefree failing as cracks start to appear in the nonchalant mask he’d put on.

“Tom, I was lonely and didn’t think you’d come back.. He took me dancing once, nothing more”, you try to reassure him.

There’s so much you want to know; to ask him. How’s life in the navy? Is he eating well? Can he sleep? Does he get seasick? Has he received your letters?

But all Tom seems capable of is obsessing over the fact that you took pity on Mike Jones from down the street and let him take you out.

It’s your turn to take command, stepping forward to rest both of your arms around his neck as you look up to meet his stern glare.

“Did you get my letters?”, you attempt to change the subject, fingers playing with the short, sandy hairs at the base of his neck.

He hums again, reluctant to properly answer you though he pulls you closer to hold you in his arms.

“I thought about you all the time, Tommy”, you say before getting on your toes to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

He pulls you even closer, mouth meeting yours in a sudden, passionate kiss that almost takes your breath away. He presses his tongue between your lips, demanding entrance to deepen the kiss, practically bending you backwards as he devours you.

The act is incredibly dizzying; it leaves you breathless, exhausted and in the need for more.

This time, when his hand moves to squeeze the soft meat of your inner thigh, you don’t step back. Instead, you push your body closer to his; your soft curves pressing into his sturdy chest.

His impatient fingers soon move inside the fabric of your underwear, stroking your folds experimentally before letting two fingers part them.

“Already wet?”, he grins as the tip of his fingers finds your bundle of nerves, drawing quick circles. The calluses on his work-worn hands scratch slightly against your sensitive skin and the sting of pain somehow amplifies the pleasure he’s giving you.

Tom remembers exactly which kind of touch you like; how to make you putty in his hands. His tall frame still looms over you as he speeds up the pace of his hand, eyes watching your reaction intently.

Your legs tremble as pleasure fills your being, peak hurtling towards where you stand in Tom’s embrace. One strong arm around you, keeping you in place, as his fingers move in and out, palm repeatedly pushing at your pearl. If not for the hold he has on you, you’re sure you’d be on the floor by now, legs almost unable to stand by themselves.

“This what you thought of?”, he asks, eyes narrowing when they meet yours, fingers continuously working you towards release. You're standing so close together that your noses touch, breathing in and exhaling each other's air.

You moan in reply, holding onto his shoulders like they’re your only anchor in a sea of all-consuming pleasure. With the last bit of strength you have left, you tilt your head up to ask him for another kiss. To your surprise, he denies you by moving his head to the side, mischief once again dancing in his eyes.

Just as you’re about to peak, Tom stills, hand inside your knickers but unmoving. You whine in protest, glassy eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

“What do you want?”, he questions with a wink, clearly pleased at how incredibly fast he’d reduced you to a trembling mess.

“Make me feel good Tommy”, you request breathlessly, sounding way more desperate than you’d like. His lips stretch out into a wide grin, revealing his dimples.

“Don’t know what that means, love”, he retorts, amused voice matching the cheeky curve of his lips.

His smug demeanour is entirely infuriating, knowing that he’s already got you wrapped around his finger. It was always like this with him; he’d offer you bliss but only on his conditions.

“Please make me peak”, you mumble, humiliation making you feel even hotter. He knows how embarrassed you get from your sporadic trysts, preferring to revel in how good he makes you feel than to think about the true nature of your filthy encounters. Your lover’s different, however.

Tom chuckles at your plea, lowering his face to place a wet kiss on your cheek.

“Nah, you’re not gonna get off on my fingers”, he says contemplatively, pouting mockingly at your tearful expression. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you do that”, he concludes and you wince at his crude language. He was so crass sometimes, it sent anxious waves of embarrassment through your stomach.

You wish he could be like the romantic lead in one of the American pictures screening in town, full of promises of eternal love while placing lingering kisses on his lover's hands. But your Tommy wasn’t.

The ache between your legs makes you lose all composure, so when he leads you to the dinner table, seating you upon it, you don’t protest.

He stands between your legs, the skirt of your dress bunched up around your waist as his hands move to drag your underwear down your legs. When you see him pocket them, you reach for his hand in a feeble attempt to take them back, but he just clicks his tongue as he swats your hand away. “These stay with me”, he grins as he pats the pocket of his trousers twice.

He steps forward, standing so close to you your noses knock together, his lips ghosting over yours as his warm hands once again slide up your things. One of his fingers slips under the buckle of the garter belt you’re still wearing and playfully snaps the band against the meat of your inner thigh.

Your lips part as you gasp at the sting and Tom takes the opportunity to kiss you, tongue coming out to lick your bottom lip slowly. His kisses before he left for the Navy were always hurried; quick and aggressive. But the way he kisses you tonight makes your knees weak; slow and sensual, one strong hand coming up to hold the back of your neck to secure you against him. It leaves you feeling dizzy; mind foggy from the want you feel for him. His lips travel from your mouth to your cheek, jaw, and neck, smearing saliva all over your heated skin.

As his hands push your thighs further apart and he begins to undo his trousers, he whispers against your skin, “This the table you have tea at? With your mum and dad?”

You feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, so caught off guard you almost push him away. But you don’t.

“I don’t want to think about that now, Tom”, you reply sourly, though your voice sounds breathless, too filled with desire.

“But I do. What would they say if they knew what their little girl was up to now? With the neighbourhood’s nuisance at that”, he says and you can feel him smile against the delicate skin of your neck.

As you're trying to come up with a coherent reply, he starts to suck on the spot right below your ear and the retort at the tip of your tongue is replaced by the loud moan you let out.

You feel him take a step backward, though his face stays hidden against your neck. You angle your hips slightly so that he can enter you easier, all you want is for him to finish what he started with his fingers.

“Fucking her on their table”, he groans out as he pushes inside you in one swift motion.

The sudden stretch and sense of fullness feel so overpowering you moan out again, longing for him to continue to work you towards the release you so desperately crave.

As he snaps his hips against yours, his pelvis makes contact with your swollen pearl and you throw your head back in pleasure at the stimulation.

Pushing your palms into the wooden surface underneath you, you bring your hips up slightly to meet each of Tom’s thrusts. He curses under his breath, gripping your hips tightly as he drags his length through your slick walls.

It’s been so long.

You’ve missed him so much.

The sudden realisation that he's actually back, that you’re together again, paired with the familiar tightening as pleasure ascends inside of you, makes you clench down on him harshly, causing you both to moan in unison.

Tears of relief well up in the corners of your eyes as the climax you were previously robbed off seeks you out again.

Tom continuously rolls his hips to meet yours, his length finding that spot inside you that makes you feel like you're floating. You wonder if all men are capable of this; of making young, sharp women into whining tarts. Or if it's just him.

He once again slows his pace as your walls clamp down on him in a staggering rhythm, denying you the pleasure you so yearned for.

“Tommy, please! I need release”, you sob, one frustrated tear falling down your flustered cheek.

“You don’t need anything”, he scolds you, though he still has that cocksure smirk hiding behind the stern tone. “You just want a quick shag and for me to be on my way, s’that it?”

“No, no”, you shake your head in denial.

“Then fuckin’ enjoy it”, he chides, ducking his head down to offer you another slow, breathstealing kiss.

You want to enjoy it; enjoy being with him once again, but you can’t stop the ache between your thighs from consuming your senses.

Tom, knowing you better than you know yourself in this state, takes advantage of your dwindling gumption.

“What do you want”, he asks again, one large, heated hand coming up to grab your chin.

“I want you to make me peak”, you repeat, this time with a bit more confidence. You’ll play his silly little games, you don’t care about sounding vulgar anymore.

Tom nods in understanding, feigning contemplation as he cocks his head at you.

“You want me to fuck you?”, he clarifies and you immediately winch at his choice of words.

Wasn’t he already?

You stay silent, shame, arousal and want making your inner monologue incoherent.

“Tell me what you want. You want me to stretch out this tight cunt of yours?”, he inquires as he once again rolls his hips against you, causing his length to hit that spot that makes you weak.

“Yes”, you whisper in defeat, nodding slightly in confirmation. The fingers holding your chin press into your skin harshly, “I can’t fuckin’ hear you”, Tom bites back.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me”, you repeat, voice still low and filled with shame. He’s gotten what he wanted; he’s won once again.

“Such an indecent little thing”, he muses as another boyish grin appears on his face. Feeling high on the rush of victory, Tom takes pity on your miserable state.

“Hold on to my shoulders”, he instructs as he picks up the pace once again. You follow his directive mindlessly, sweaty palms grabbing the fabric of his uniform harshly, surely ruining the crisp attire representing His Majesty's Servicemen.

Tom’s lips find yours again, kissing you softly while the movement of his hips are anything but. He pushes you down onto the table, and you wrap your tired, shaking legs around his waist with the last strength you can muster. The new position allows him to enter you deeper as he consumes you fully, making the table underneath the two of you creak loudly with every slam of Tom’s hips.

You feel the wetness between your thighs trail down your buttocks, dripping onto your family’s dining table. The thought makes you clench around Tom’s length again, aroused by the depravity he’s led you into.

One of his hands moves down your stomach, lowering to swipe his thumb against your bundle of nerves. You whine at the brief contact, desperate for more. You’re so close now, you can feel your peak approaching again.

“Who’s the only bloke that gets to fuck you?”, he asks, thumb resting on your mound, waiting for your reply.

“You, Tommy”, you answer instantly, voice whiny and shrill from despair. If he denies you release again you’ll surely compost from the tension restricted inside of you.

“That’s what I thought”, he triumphs, thumb awarding your submission by granting your pearl stimulation.

You peak within seconds, the tension inside of you erupting in an internal explosion of bliss, causing your hands to curl into fist, legs shake and breath get caught in your throat. Tom, seeing your face scrunch in pleasure as your walls tighten around him, climaxes with a loud grunt on top of you, body stretching taunt in pleasure before his arms give in, body sinking down to heavily rest on top of yours.

You're still breathing heavily when he pushes himself up on both arms again to lock eyes with you. “Tell me you missed me”, he commands quietly, making it sound far less patronising than his previous demands.

You lift your head up to kiss him again. “I missed you”, you reassure him, smiling at his fleeting display of insecurity.

How could you not?

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Thank you for reading! 🩵

#incredible Inka #tom bennet x reader #fic recs

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littleaussiecupcake-blog · 8 years ago

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Tagged!

I was tagged by the lovely @aceofstars16, thank you :3 (this is super late, sorry, I’m a lazy butt)

Rules: 

Always post the rules  

Answer the questions given to you  

Write 11 questions of your own

 Tag 11 people

1. If you could have the life of any superhero (including their super powers and everything else their life entails), who would you pick?

Hmm… tough question… I honestly don’t know… Maybe Wonder Woman?

2. What’s your favorite type of pancake (chocolate chip, blueberry, etc.)?

My mum makes the most amazing chocolate chip pancakes (she puts banana in them!) but blueberry is good also

3. Do you have any pets? If so, do you have any silly nicknames for them?

Oh, um… that’s not like me at all, no… I have a dog named Cadbury, but we just call him Cabby or sometimes Bubby (that’s how my baby brother pronounces Cabby). My cat’s name is Missy, sometimes I call her Missy Moo. My mum calls her Kitniss, after Katniss Everdeen.

4. What is your favorite pair of socks?

I have this nice pink/purple pair of bed socks… they’re nice and fluffy

5. Do you prefer swimming or skiing?

Swimming. I’ve never actually gone skiing but it looks terrifying. Swimming all the way. It’s like flying, but underwater.

6. Do you read webcomics? If so, which one is your favorite?

I don’t really, no. I went four years without proper internet, and now that I do have Internet I really only use it for school and Tumblr. I probably should, though.

7. Would you rather be youtube famous or a movie actor who is not very well known?

A movie actor. You could still star in some pretty great movies, just as background characters.

8. Favorite type of bird?

This is an awful question!!! Only one??? How???? Birds are wonderful feathered angels I love them all!!!!???

9. Would you rather be able to memorize things very well, but only be able to have the knowledge and not be able to do the things you learned, or be able to learn how to do anything, but forget how to do it once you stop?

I think… I’d prefer to forget, because nothing is more infuriating than knowing something but not being able to do anything with it. And I could always relearn, right?

10. Favorite sport to watch?

I don’t really watch sport, but I’ll have to say women’s rugby because that is just vicious.

11. Favorite athlete?

Uh… Selena Williams came to mind, but… I don’t really have one xD

My questions are:

1. Favourite flavour of chocolate?

2. Favourite kind of dragon? (Can be from a game or book)

3. What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever seen someone else do?

4. You could become king, ruling over your kingdom on your throne for all the world to see, or you could be an advisor, gently directing the flow of things behind the scenes. Which one do you pick?

5. If you could have any mythical creature as a pet, which one would you pick?

6. You can fly, but you can never go underwater, or you can breathe underwater but you can never leave the ground. Which one?

7. Ever had a crush on a fictional character?

8. Novels or short stories?

9. If could go back in time to see your 10 year old self, what advice would you give them?

10. Would you rather drown or burn to death?

11. Growing up, who was your childhood hero?

And I’ll tag… @zeroredeye, @karkat-justamutant-vantas, @roseemary5, @what-a-strange-little-star, @ratchet-says-i-needed-that, @ice-island, @atano513, @wikkedgrin95, @inka-es, @jlassijlali and @eyeloch! <3

#this was kinda fun #sorry it took so long 😖#Thanks for tagging!#tagged

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neilabrmarchive · 8 years ago

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rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag people

tagged by the dear cam @occlumencia thank you very much!!

i’m tagging everyone who wants to do this jdhjgk

the last 1. drink: water 2. phone call: mum 3. text message: one of my irl best friends 4. song you listened to: the louvre - lorde 5. time you cried: ummm monday 6. dated someone twice: nop 7. kissed someone and regretted it: uhh like a couple of years ago or smth 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: hmm yeah 10. been depressed: lol 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: it’s been a couple of years since i’ve last thrown up after drinking i think!

3 favorite colors 12. grey 13. white 14. i’ve really started liking muted pastel pink lately

in the last year have you 15. made new friends: yess 16. fallen out of love: no 17. laughed until you cried: yes 18. found out someone was talking about you: no i guess 19. met someone who changed you: does skam count kjsdfh 20. found out who your friends are: idk? 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i have a half-assed attempt at facebook and i don’t use it and like only have like 2 friends on there so all of them lmao 23. do you have any pets: no 24. do you want to change your name: hmmmm noo 25. what did you do for your last birthday: was depressed 26. what time did you wake up: today at 5.15 am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping 28. name something you can’t wait for: london trip 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like 30 mins ago 31. what are you listening to right now: liability - lorde 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: i guess not 33. something that is getting on your nerves: annoying coworkers lol 34. most visited website: tumblr yikes lmao 35. hair colour: brown 36. long or short hair: short 37. do you have a crush on someone: no 38. what do you like about yourself: hmm i wanna help people 39. piercings: my earss 40. blood type: O- 41. nickname: well inka is already a nickname if we’re bein precise 42. relationship status: very much single 43. zodiac: scorpio 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: skam, friends, b99, sense8, got 46. tattoos: i don’t have any but i really want some 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: nope 50. sport: i’ve done taekwondo 51. vacation: a lot of placesss plsss 52. pair of trainers: i don’t know how to describe them? like the kind noora wears a lot

more general 53. eating: yes pls lmaojldslj 54. drinking: faves are coke and other sodas 55. i’m about to: close my computer and read 56. waiting for: reading jfhkdj 57. want: money to name one thing hssgfh 58. get married: i don’t knowww but atm feeling that i don’t wanna get married, i just wanna be engaged to someone is that weird ksjdhgk 59. career: nurse or *whispers* maybe someday a doctor if i ever get wise enough lmao

which is better 60. hugs or kisses: uhhuuhnuh hugs i guess? but don’t have much experience on the kissing front so idk lmao 61. lips or eyes: eyes maybe 62. shorter or taller: taller 63. older or younger: older i guess 64. nice arms or nice stomach: ohh man idk 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: uhh not too hesitant at least i guess because i’m so hesitant lmao

have you ever 67. kissed a stranger: yes 68. drank hard liquor: yes 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: don’t have those 70. turned someone down: ehh yeah i guess 71. sex on the first date: haven’t had 72. broken someone’s heart: pretty sure i haven’t lmao 73. had your heart broken: hmm yes 74. been arrested: no 75. cried when someone died: yeah 76. fallen for a friend: i don’t think so no

do you believe in 77. yourself: eh 78. miracles: i would like to lol 79. love at first sight: hmm no 80. santa claus: no 81. kiss on the first date: sure 82. angels: idk no?

other 84. eye colour: green 85. favourite movie: pride is one of them

#me #personal #also i know i have some of these tagging games that i havent done yet #and its just because im a tired shit ksjdhfkdjs i really love u if u tag me in anything

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baratkat · 8 years ago

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Blue

Blue: 9 facts about my family- my mum and dad have been together since they were 14 (theyre both 49 now)- i have one sibling, younger sister (just turned 18) named Marianne- we currently have 4 dogs; Muru, Sandy, Alex and Inka- my only granparents who are still alive are my mums mum and dads dad- my mums obsessed with dogs- my dads obsessed with motorcycles- my mums always into the same music as i am, like i bring any new cd home and shes like YOOOOOOOOO- my dads good with coding and electronic devices, so ive learned a lot from him- my mums a really good cook and she loves spending time in the kitchen, cooking is one of her biggest passions

#answered

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torinomonty · 8 years ago

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I had to leave Inka and Casper again for another year today :( Mum said that Casper is missing me already 8')

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randrvstheworld · 7 years ago

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Rainbow Mountain, reunions & rainy days

After very little sleep, we crept out in the pitch darkness to board our bus to the national park that houses the rainbow mountain. This was yesterday. We drove through Cusco in the dark, admiring the festive lights twinkling in the night; ripe lights twisted round lamp-posts transforming them into gleaming giant candy canes, hanging lights in the trees that look like icicles. It was really pretty & made the horrendously early start & long journey feel somewhat magical.

We started with breakfast of bread & pancakes (& heaps of dulce de leche, my favourite!!) at the edge of the park before winding on down extremely sketchy roads, lined with craggy cliff faces. I tried to sleep but it was very bumpy & like many buses in South America the driver was intent on blasting loud pan pipe music (remix of greensleeves, anyone? No?) which does not for a relaxing sleeping environment make.

We arrived at the start of the hiking trail to crisp winter sunshine, a beautiful bright day, at around 8am. And off we went. The trail itself is not that hard, not too steep but the altitude - 5100ft at the top, our highest yet! - makes it so hard to catch your breath you’re just a constant sweaty, puffy, gasping mess. Such a beautiful landscape though, snow-capped mountains in incredible colours: dark, inky grey-blue, burgundy, mustard. Llamas dotted about the hillside & a steady procession of traditionally dress Andean men & women leading the fainter of heart up the trail on horseback.

At the very end of the trail the path gets super steep & you really have to push yourself up to the top from whence you get an amazing view of THE Rainbow Mountain range. From there you can climb an even steeper bit for even better views so of course we did. 5100ft up, casting our eyes around the most spectacular mountain range.

The sheer variety of colours was truly breathtaking. Rainbow Mountain itself is literally stripy; streaked with silvery slivers of snow, the rock underneath is a dazzling mix of green, red, brown, yellow, lines next to each other like those jars of sand you get at the beach. The striped rocks stretched on for miles, and all around we other mountains, all a different colour (something to do with minerals & oxidisation), some wearing little snowy hats, others speckled with vegetation & llamas. I was so proud of us; it was no mean feat getting up there & we were really rewarded for our efforts with the amazing 360 view from the top.

We bought little keepsake llamas to mark our achievement from a little old lady on the way down & off we trundled. It was utterly freezing at the top of the mountain - it even snowed a little - & our walk down went from drizzle to sleet to brilliant sunshine & back again about 12 tines. We’d met a cool girl from Lima on our way up & bounced back down with her too, all of us in great spirits after our epic hike.

Nick & Merc, of Huaraz Rock-Climbing & Lucy’s Near Death Experience Day fame, are also in Cusco right now but we’re all off adventuring at different times so yesterday evening, post-rainbow Mountain was our only time to link so we met them for dinner shortly after we got back, which happily confirmed my suspicions that they are genuinely two of the coolest, loveliest people I have ever met. We had a fantastic evening, dining like kings on a grilled vegan feast at this cute watery called Green Point. We drank wine & played cards & shared travel stories & shared desserts like old friends. I’m SO HAPPY that they live in London too. Also really glad for the opportunity to introduce Roxy into the mix. I really hope we stay friends with these dudes.

Today was a planned rest day as we’d anticipated sore legs but we woke up feeling sprightlier than expected; we’d both slept well (except for the daily 6am car horn-honking contest that seems to happen right outside our window & wakes us up every time without fail) so made it for free hostel breakfast. Post-breakfast, however, I had to face up to some harsh realities & make some tough calls. Essentially, I am severely running out of money & had been kind of in denial about how I was gonna make this work. I’d worked myself right up feeling my typical mix of being a failure & letting other people down as I finally admitted to myself that I’m probably gonna have to go home shortly after arriving in Australia.

I called Mum, & spoke to Hannah (both of which made me feel immensely better) & had a tearful chat with Roxy about my options. I have been so anxious about letting her down but she could not have been cooler about it. We talked it all out, & decided - thanks massively to my mums advice, which was “go for it! Don’t give up the dream until you absolutely have to!” - to make it to Australia, & if I can’t find work (my visa might be void as I don’t have the required account balance to validate it) just have a sweet lil holiday for as long as I can before flying home.

I can’t pretend I’m not disappointed about potentially not making it to Asia. I felt like a failure for not being able to make my money last, or not bringing enough, or not managing to complete our plan. But. Roxy & Mum made me realise that it’s better to really live life to the fullest for 9 months, than scrimp & not enjoy it just for the sake of prolonging it. Do I regret anything? Fuck no. I would not trade any of the things I have done, or experiences I have had, for anything. Asia isn’t going abywhere. I can always travel again, & better, with the knowledge I have gained from this trip. Besides, I may well be able to work in Australia & not need to worry about this, but I’m glad I now have a back-up plan that’s actually not the worst thing in the world. The more I think about the prospect of going home in 2 & a half months, the less it bothers me. I’d be back in time for Hannah’s 30th. I can see my brother & my mum & my favourite people in London. And I can get a job & not be broke.

I am now filled with nothing but good feelings. I have options, all of them good; I’ve got this big weight off my mind & was so touched by Roxy’s supportive, sympathetic & lovely response to my dilemma I feel a renewed sense of love & appreciation for her. If I have to come home a little early, so what? I’ve had the best time of my life with someone I feel super grateful wants to be my friend. Our friendship has become so tight & understanding as a result of this trip, we’ve shared all this together & that can never be tarnished or replaced.

Tomorrow we leave for 4 adventure packed days in the Inka Jungle Tour - mountain biking, rafting, zip lining, hot springs & a trek on Machu Picchu. Packing in as much adventure as we can. Making every moment count. Living life to the fullest. Until I absolutely have to go home.

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