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nancypullen · 1 month ago

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Last Days of 2025

I took a month off from the ol' blog. A MONTH. I haven't done that since I started this nonsense in 2007. I just wasn't feeling particularly chatty. I've been caught up in making merry and decking the halls, but I also feel an impending sense of doom. We all know what (or who) 2025 will bring, and it's not good. Not good at all. BUT, this space on the magical interwebs is not for doom and gloom. This space is about finding joy, laughing together, and cheering you on in this crazy life. So that's what I intend to continue doing here. Let's walk into this new year with cautious hope, but fully prepared to do battle if necessary. Here at the Pullen home I have been the busiest elf Santa ever sent into the world.

THose of you who know me will remember that my hometown really IS North Pole, Alaska. If you visit, you'll find candy cane streetlights, street names like Mistletoe Lane, Snowman Lane, and of course, Santa Claus Lane. Santa's house is there, and I went to high school with Santa's daughter. Her name is Merry Christmas Miller, though I'm sure that has probably changed over the years due to marriage. She was a beauty. Quite often, after school, we'd go to Santa's house and feed snacks to the reindeer. We ate pizza at a restaurant called The Elf's Den. This was all perfectly normal to us, and a delightfully wholesome way to grow up. Here's a peek at Santa's house.

So, having said all of that, it's probably no surprise that I like to decorate for Christmas. It makes me a bit nostalgic, and it's almost impossible to be unhappy in a house filled with jingle bells and holiday cheer. Knowing that, I decked the dang halls and I wrapped (and wrapped and wrapped and wrapped) gifts to tuck under the tree. I've placed bits and bobs downstairs and upstairs, spreading the holiday vibe. So many of my little window sill sitters are quite old -gifts from students more than twenty years ago. Little guys like these look just fine if I snip some greenery from the yews in the front yard.

Other knick knacks I've collected over the years. These two are favorites. I enjoy sliding Santa's sleigh closer to Christmas each day.

And this one speaks to the child that still lives in my heart every December.

Stuff like that is scattered all over the house, with most of it a nod to the big guy.

I picked up the HoHoHo piece at Kirkland's for about $14. It makes me smile.

Throw pillows that I've had for several years make the sofa cheerful.

The tv cabinet just has a couple of candles and trees -nothing special, but it's pretty at night when we're cozy and watching television. It really brings a warm glow to the room.

I love candles and twinkle lights this time of year. One new addition is a strand of pre-lit garland wrapped around a tension (curtain) rod and placed at the end of the entry hall. Nothing fancy but it's a nice little holiday boost to the house.

I have a love/hate relationship with that table. When we moved here two and a half years ago we were busy renovating this house. It was during supply chain issues and we live on Maryland's Eastern Shore which can feel like Timbuktu when you want some pretty basic things. Anywayyyy...we were working on the house, our kids were arriving for July 4th and I had nowhere for anyone to sit. We bought that dining set on Facebook marketplace for $50 as a place holder. I had visions of a gorgeous, chippy, french country dining set to fill that spot. Fast forward a couple of years and every time I mention getting rid of it the family protests because they swear the chairs are SO comfortable. Apparently they cup the bum and support the back just right. I hate it, but it makes everyone else happy. I'll just keep hating it, I guess. I keep my Xmas table really simple. No giant centerpiece, no candelabra. White plates, red napkins, and green goblets are festive enough. Time to dress the table!

And, of course, the tree. This may be the last year for the old gal. Or maybe not. If I can keep fluffing her out and filling the holes with ornaments and foofoo we can get a couple more seasons out of her.

The bow on top is a tad floppy, but by the time she was crowned I was so ready to be finished that I deemed it just fine. It's not like we're on the HGTV home tour.

So, the house is festive, and our hearts are festive...but Denton doesn't offer much in the way of holiday fun. That's why we hopped on the Metro last Thursday and headed into D.C. to roam the Christmas markets. The Dupont Circle market was just so-so, but the market at Gallery Place (F Street between 7th and 9th?) was wonderful! It's right at the Gallery Place/ChinaTown stop so you walk right into it when you exit the Metro.

Those last few pic were snapped by Mickey. I was too busy shopping. It was a fabulous way to spend the day. Prior to hitting the markets we visited the Harry Benson Gallery - incredible! If you get the chance, go. What an amazing life.

There you have it. A tiresome post to catch you up on our comings and goings. Mickey made a fast trip down to Atlanta to celebrate his mother's 90th birthday. I've been keeping the home fires burning and preparing for the holidays and the coming year. Here's some fun that you can join in. Yesterday, on the solstice, I wrote down ten intentions/goals for 2025 on strips of paper. I folded them up and placed them in this little jar.

Starting today, and each day through New Year's Eve, I will take one out (no peeking!) and burn it without opening it. On the 31st, when I take the last one out, I'll open it and read it. THAT is the one that the universe is telling me to focus on. Sure, you can still work on everything else - maybe your list includes stuff like getting in shape, changing jobs, traveling more, setting boundaries with people, or mending relationships. You can still do all of that and more. But if you enjoy woo-woo stuff (I do), and prefer paganism over hypocritical puritanism (ohh, too harsh?), this is a fun way to ask the universe for a sign and direct your focus there. It's certainly not going to hurt, although I'm going to be ticked off if my last slip is the one that says "lose weight" and not "prioritize your happiness". Just my luck. Alright, my darlings. That's enough rambling from me. Sorry for the unexpected break, I plan to do much better in 2025. Matt arrived yesterday, Tyler and his crew will arrive soon, so until January this space will be hit or miss. But know that I am sending out huge amounts of love, wishing you peace in your hearts and homes, and always, always expecting the very best for all of us. I hope that your dearest wishes come true and the coming year surprises you with so much joy. Now get out there and spread some Christmas cheer! Stay safe, stay well, jingle all the way~~~ XOXO, Nancy

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an-expected-journey-to-jeju · 17 days ago

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Journal entry #17.5

Omg I totally forgot to add in I got another package from my mom!! Just like the other package I got, this one came with its own set of problems:

So way before I moved, I told her the address of the new place but then she asked me again, so I found the specific address and gave it to her. After sending the package I realized that I got the address wrong-- I said B동 not 103동 (the building number). B동 was the building I lived back at the old place and 103동 is the building where I live in now. I also thought I got the land lot number wrong but I didn't, still that was another thing as well. It all got sorted out though, the people at the post office remembered my mom and they are super friendly.

Then there was another problem. I got a KakaoTalk message from the Korean Customs saying something about a personal customs code or something and I needed to contact them to tell them what my number was. At first, I had no idea this was for the package since on the message it said "ITEM: USED TEA STRAINER" and something about "the product that you ORDERED". I did not, in fact, order a used tea strainer so I was very confused. However when I saw the shipping number, I realized it was indeed my package and there was a tea strainer in said package. I guess they just took the first item that was on the list and put it as the product name. After figuring that out, I had to figure out what the hell was the personal customs number. I didn't have one, and apparently I couldn't use my alien registration number or anything. THEN they kept calling me. I couldn't pick up because I already struggle with speaking Korean, and it's even harder speaking when you can't see the person. So I kept avoiding the calls. They even sent me a couple of texts. Finally I decided to suck it up and call. It was very stressful, speaking half Korean half English, but they knew who I was when I called and directed me to a website to create the number. I went to the website and created it, and then had to call back to tell them what it was. It all worked out!

Time skip to the 16th, I was just in my room minding my own business, when I get a KakaTalk message from the post office saying that my package had been delivered. I was like great, and checked outside. No package. So I went downstairs to the entrance. No package.

"Where the hell did my package get delivered??"

I had no idea what to do. This time, since I was just tired of trying to talk with people on the phone, I had someone else call for me (♡♡♡) and they told me that it got delivered to the main office building in the complex. So I walked to the office and asked the front desk if there was a package, and she directed me just behind me and to the left, where there was a bunch of packaged and stuff. Lo-and-behold, I saw my package among them!!! I was so happy.

I got a whole bunch of stuff. A LOT of snacks. My mom even sent me a gingerbread house to decorate!! I haven't pulled it out yet, I'm waiting for someone to do it with me. I got yarn so that I could crochet myself a scarf and fuzzy socks since my toes are always frozen in class. Literally, I can't feel them until I get back home. I also got a lovely handmade hat (Thank you again Rachael!) and Ugg boots! They are soo fuzzy on the inside and I really like the colour (thank you Erik!!) My feet are nice and cozy now. My mom also packed me a whole kirkland bottle of maple syrup which is probably the most Canadian yet most comforting thing. However, I don't have anything to put it on. I don't have food in the kitchen cause we eat in the cafeteria. I told her it was like getting a game as a gift but not getting the console. She thought that was pretty funny. I'll just have to go get the ingredients to make pancakes or something, no big deal!

Omg on another note, there was a cockroach in the house the other day??? I was sitting at the table studying, when I saw something drop down from the light fixture in the living room area. It scared me because it actually made a "thwomp!" sound as it hit the floor. I got up to see what it was, not expecting to see a cockroach, but there he was. It was probably as big as my thumb. I freaked out cause I didn't want it to fly towards me or come near me. It ended up bounding over to the other bedroom and I closed the door. I didn't know if it would be able to crawl under the door or not but I closed it anyway. I went right into my room and stayed there until dinner time. I went to check if it had come out and it did. It was laying right outside the bathroom door on its back. I thought it was dead, so I grabbed an empty takeout cup to put on top of it, and then I saw that it started moving. I freaked out again and quickly covered it before leaving for dinner. I came back and slid a piece of paper underneath it because i was planning on bringing it outside, but then I heard it scurrying underneath and it was LOUD. I just left it there until the teacher that is my roommate came back. She sprayed it with bug killer and went to go put it in the toilet where it started flailing about. She screamed and I rushed out of my room to see what was happening. We ended up spraying the edges and corners of the house with the bug killer. It was quite an eventful evening.

Anyway, that's the update! Thank you again to my mom, and also Rachael and Erik for the hat and boots! I miss all of you and hope you are doing well♡

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ao3feed-usukus · 20 days ago

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Satisfaction Guarantee

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1hpL82I by teaandt0ast Arthur Kirkland has enjoyed his stay in the quaint home hes rented since moving to America for a second wind in life, but he's had enough of the neighborhood and is looking for a change. But, when he finds himself overwhelmed by the task of hauling away his belongings, he's left with no choice other than hiring professional help... Which comes, conveniently enough, in the form of a capable young man and his dreadfully decorated box truck. Words: 7321, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Hetalia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: America (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), Canada (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia) Relationships: America/England (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, age gap, mirror kink, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, But Wait There's More!, Frottage, Cliche, seriously this is no better than a porno, Implied franada, or implied prucan, but like two lines so its really hardly anything, Top America/Bottom England (Hetalia) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1hpL82I

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rosesandalfazemas · 2 years ago

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3. Your best version

Spanish version

Windsor.

That was undoubtedly the first stone upon stones that the Englishman could call "home." Although at first there had been only two towers and a small wall, over the centuries, technology and the importance of existence, Windsor gradually became a region in itself, covering hectares of extension in both buildings and complexes, roads, fields, hunting grounds, rural zones and urban areas.

It had been the place of birth and death of almost all the sovereigns of the nation, and was the undisputed home of the youngest of the Kirklands for many centuries, until the evolution of the world caused him to move with the royal family to new residences; but they always returned, inevitably to the same place, with some new excuse that only showed how deep the roots and the blue blood of their people had, connected beyond the obvious.

Its existence was so important and powerful that the castle, along with the Emerald Bastion in Ireland and Stonehenge in Scotland, were the only structures that were also transfigured in the Dreamworld; for its force in human history was such, that it refracted like the image of a mirror. Points so powerful that they were half of the complex called the Great Gray Castle, one of the most important spiritual structural bases in the West.

“Here we are…”

For this, they had to navigate much deeper than they usually did, conscious in reality with their humanoid skins. And a previous step.

"Meu Deus..."

Gabriel’s steps were light as he made his way down the carpeted hallway, until he was facing the leaves at the entrance to the room. Arthur looked at the guard in the background and gestured for them to spread out a bit; he took a key that no longer belonged to that time, from his pocket. In a quick gesture he opened the old but well-preserved wooden doors, with the original engravings that the couple remembered, stretching out his arms and sliding the leaves backwards.

“The door…”

"The same one," the blond smiled amused. “They’re the passage to the Christian paradise we chose back then, when inexperience made us more tense than we should have been.”

"Well, I was a little older and you had just gotten used to functioning on your own, after learning from Francis. It was quite a challenge for you.”

“Of course.” he smiled tenderly. “It was quite an adventure. But there was time for me to prepare this one for you.”

"It's true." He looked at him for a second. “What's more, I remember it took three tries to make this door, because it never reached the palace intact; something occured and the door arrived broken.”

“Ah yes, all the tension activated my magic; those poor souls took quite the scare” he laughed with a hint of bitterness. “ But after that I learned to control it…”

"... to use conscientiously."

“... to use it conscientiously, yes.”

The brunette smiled, a hint of sarcasm on his lips, and returned to the door, giving it a onceover before entering. He remembered the craftsman who had carved the doors, on days full of joy and bewilderment. He had come over to show off the idea, dirty and nervous, between stern knights in silver armor. And it was Portugal himself who chose him.

For some reason, all the descendants of that craftsman still had a connection to the Royal British Family to present day, offering their services at more sophisticated levels.

"It's like a time travel, marido," he admited, looking all over the room. “It's maravilhoso.”

"That's why I wanted to bring you, because of the expression on your face. I love it.”

Gabriel turned and smiled at him. They continued the tour, walking slowly between the corridors and the decorations of each corner; carding his fingers between some things, both melancholy and pride.

The entire wing had been planned out when the alliance was announced, and built up a couple of years later. With a view of the Chapel of Saint George where they had been married, passing through the red room and the white drawing room, the old bedroom had been covered, decorated and then painted with blues and ochres, because Gabriel liked marine colors, replacing the reds a young Arthur had preffered.

The huge windows had been conserved, and through time they had added heavy curtains that let the light in. On the opposite side, facing north, were three huge standing mirrors with their own vanity table, two internal bathrooms, two work desks, a loveseat, a common library against the wall, two closets with walking room to change, recreation tables close to the door and a large piece of furniture that kept specific glassware for the refined alcohol stored in it, with its glasses and glasses gifted from all the courts of the world.

The bed, next to it, was still as immense as the first, with its dark oak colored carved headboard and high footboards; lined with white and blue velvet curtains, held in place by long golden cords.

In front of it, the walls were a pewter blue and the ceiling white, with hanging gold decorations. Saint George, patron saint of both nations, was painted on the ceiling just like a silhouette, whose sword pointed to the heraldic shields of both houses over the fireplace that was on one of the walls.

The metal scale ornaments showed who this room belonged to, and why entire generations of humans were never allowed to be there.

“Everything looks the same as I remember.” Portugal walked in, England closed the door behind.

“I wanted to keep it this way. With all the happy and bitter memories.” the blonde spoke, his hands were in his pocket. “I did not want to skip over any details, it is not intended to be a fantasy.”

“Yes, I can sense it in the air.” The Portuguese looked at him sideways, while looking over the base of the steel shields on the wall, with a melancholic look.

“We made love in front of the fire many times, on the stone floor and fur rugs, with those sea storms the winter brought and cooled the whole room.”

"And on the other hand, overwhelmed by the summer heat, we argued much more when we were in bed." continued Gabriel. “We did everything backwards.”

"It was the charm of the marriage." Arthur walked towards him.

Gabriel smiled sadly when, after kissing his husband's hand, his eyes of that strange aquamarine went to a corner, landing on one of the tables near the room's central library.

“There’s where you yelled at me for the first time, I remember, and you threatened to go get our alliance act and tear it up with your own hands, condemning its writing to a hellish fire.”

Arthur blushed violently, looking to the side.

“... I said that?”

"You were angry. You found the letters that Antonio's king had with mine, and you considered it an infidelity in, what you felt, it was monogamy. You were hurt and jealous, and that hit you like an anvil.”

“Yeah, I'm not specifically proud of my reactions in the first decade. However, you didn't reproach me for that behavior afterwards, because you knew it was based on personal stupidity.”

“It wasn’t. You were young, you were scared and you were afraid that I would leave you. But I knew that I loved you and that it wouldn’t happen.”

"Well, there's the age difference," the other pointed out, with a hint of amusement. “You were already more on your feet. I had just stopped being a wild rabbit that Bonnefoy had tamed, wearing a metal armor that was too big for me at our wedding.”

Gabriel laughed slowly.

“It's part of your charm.” he kissed his forehead affectionately, letting go to continue the tour of the room, reviewing each object and piece of furniture, until the turn led him to the foot of the bed. “But you didn’t bring me here to remember our rights and wrongs."

"No, of course," he answered, walking towards him.

"Then, my dear husband, I look forward to hearing from you what you want to do here."

Arthur took his hand and lead him to sit on white feather padding, leaving him on the edge. Then he knelt on the ground and rested his elbows on the other's knees, getting between his legs and looking up at him with the expression of an anxious child.

“By my command, his place preserves all the things that we have gone through in our history. Only a few creatures that still walk the Earth can say that they have experienced what we have, together.” His tone lowered, showing solemnity. “And although time and sea have sometimes distanced us; wars or famines were only breaks from what really unites us.” he took the other’s hands and left the one that tied the weeding ring on top. "Something much deeper than vows in this reality."

"We can't go directly to the Dreamworld," replied the dark-haired man, catching on the intention. “You’ve taught me that you have to go in phases. Human reality is far away.”

“Not from here; in this bubble in which I keep the memories condensed on the walls, the memories on the floor and still drawn in the inks of the library books, witnesses of our time together, it will allow us to travel there at that level of depth and in full consciousness.”

"... So we don't need an ecstatic state to find it?"

The Englishman blinked suddenly, letting go of the hand and pouting childishly.

"...Hey, don't mock me, I do want to fuck you."

Portugal's laugh was as unexpected as well received. It was contagious, and dissipated the tension the conversation gave them.

"Well, that's really a way to get back to the present," he smiled mockingly, the freckles on the nose more visible due to the blush. Gabriel brushed the blond bangs back with his fingers, uncovering the forehead that always was unnoticed by the hair and his thick eyebrows.

"Did I ask a question outside of the lesson, professor witch?"

"It's clear that you don't pay attention" he raised an eyebrow, following the game “. So I'll give you a … practical lesson.”

Taken advantage of by the position, Arthur rose to his feet and leaned over Gabriel, pushing him under himself and laying him down on the bed. He supported all his weight, one that Gabriel received with a big smile, hugging him from behind and seeking his mouth to deepen a long kiss.

"Mmh, amor..."

“Relax, I'll lead… ”

Pale hands traveled to the sides of the other's torso, beginning to undo the buttons and push the fabric. The tanned hands undid the belt and released the trousers, opening the shirt more. Arms stretched out and both legs spread, making the other's work easier with a coordination that left no doubt for how long they had been lovers, between the intense kisses that sought to bite and get deeper.

"Ah! Arthur…”

"We'll take it slow, okay? Seeing you naked is a problem right now, my control begins to break.”

“Bem.”

The Lusitanian raised his arms, while the Briton finished undressing him. A sidelong look and a complicit smile accompanied the silent acts, until Portugal was completely naked.

“You know, Ludwig told me this is a fetish.” he pointed himself out, still dressed. “I think we have nothing left to try, however. Still, seeing you like that makes me—“

"Marido, you're rambling again," he snapped his fingers at him, amused. “You said you were going to go for a practical lesson, but don't take it too literally.”

"Is that a bossy tone I'm hearing?" Arthur feigned an offended question, while Gabriel spread his legs, fully exposing himself against the head of the bed, tucked between the pillows.

"I'm a king, what did you expect from me? Begging?” He smiled maliciously, “You must serve me. It is your conjugal duty, especially in our bed.”

Still dressed, the blond crawled over to the other, caressing the knees and lowering his hands to the huge scars on the thighs of both legs, pressing them. The brunette's reaction was reflected on a sigh and his growing erection.

“Damn the moon that guided my path to ever cross your own, gypsy. You only get me turned on.”

“Everything turns you on, Arthur. You are a pervert with beautiful eyes.” He rose his brows. “Stop making excuses about my so-called luring sorcery.”

“It’s real; I could only be comfortable with another witch, and here you are, giving me orders.”

"Are you going to fuck me or not?"

England applies pressure onto the scars, making the other moan loudly.

“I said we’d go slow, my dear husband.”

“Mhm… I’m getting desperate, do something before I go insane and stop listening to you.”

“As you wish.”

Arthur leans down onto the other’s hips, taking the hard member into his mouth. The skillful mouth made the lusitanian bang their head against the headboard of the bed, raising his eyes to the ceiling, half closed. Moans built up in his throat and he held onto the wooden bedposts, while his partner’s dominance made him feel like an anvil.

“Arthur!”

“Give yourself to me the way I do to you, no conditions.” The other asked for, “The way we did when we first made our vows. Just like that time…”

“Sim, sim.”

Arthur undoubtedly showed a great power; perhaps the most powerful nation in Western Europe, even with all its setbacks. But there was no action or comment from him that went unnoticed by anyone in the world; from a caress to a red button that he pressed, or how many cubes of sugar the ideal tea should contain.

Greece was right in thinking that his existence generated tidal waves; some that maximized his husband's bodily pleasure, found in the warmth of his mouth. Something that perhaps only a couple would endure and that would kill a mortal with a heart attack.

When the blonde spread the tanned legs with false kindness, holding them by the knees, the noises coming from his mouth were more obscene, causing a more intense arousal. Little by little, every soft word, etiquette rule, or dress code fell apart, as each piece of clothing was ripped open, a button broken off, and a zipper undone.

“Let me see you.”

Arthur kissed him again, letting the wandering hands continue their work. He was half dressed, and beneath him was Portugal, naked and ready. Pausing for a moment to caress the edges of his face, moving gently down his shoulders, arms, chest, waist, and thighs.

“This is your best version.” He whispered against Port’s lips, focused on the other’s pupils.

“Esta é a sua melhor versão.” Portugal repeated, reaching for the other’s hands with his own and interlocking his fingers.

They smiled at each other, conjuring up an old ritual they’d always shared. Something the old tribal women from here and there, between the Calé and the Celts, had taught them over time. Something that evoked a recognition among creatures conceived like those; long-lived and almost infinite, with thousands of folded sides in many dimensions. This way, they focused on a single form: the one that brought together a bit of all of them, and made it plausible to channel any quality of the other sides; since it was the most powerful, tangible and consistent.

The human form.

A breeze from nowhere blew gently into the room, bringing with it a strong scent of roses. The emerald eyes on Portugal seemed to shine in the soft gloom of the room. The answer was immediate: the pupils of a strange-green sea seemed to lighten up just a little, and a wave of lavender appeared around them. A brightness that called to another, in many places at once. Both smells could be felt and seen, surrounding and enveloping them like cocoons.

"You look beautiful like this, the real you." Gabriel whispered, obsessed by the vision above him. The blond smiled lazily.

“Then you should hold me closer, dearest, because for this trip I am the channel through which you must pass.”

"Oh, must I... ?"

“Indeed. That's why I prepared you with my mouth before.” he raised his thick eyebrows.

"Well, I won't deny that it's a pleasant surprise." Portugal laughed slowly, still caressing the pale skin. It’s been a long time since it was my turn.”

“It's your luck'ey day, mate. I’m not complaining too much either” he shrugged. “It’s always a pleasure when we switch”

“Bem! Someone was in the mood and didn't tell me.”

The blond laughed slowly and then positioned himself over Gabriel, allowing his hands to relax the sensitive skin, in ascending and descending all over his body. Eyes closed and a lazy smile, Arthur let himself settle down, until the warm hands on his cheeks made him see his lover’s face again.

"Ready to ride?"

“Yes.”

Arthur rested his hands onto the other's chest, deep kiss to hide his moaning. The Portuguese's hands found his pale waist and beyond, touching his ass to hold tightly and tenderly to make the ride easier.

“Ngh!”

“Just relax.”

After a moment everything became more gentle and the fingers more inquisitive. Arthur bit his lip, smiling and running his tongue over his mouth, anticipating the oncoming pleasure when he felt the tip of the other’s member at his entrance.

“Stop overthinking, Gabe, you’re making me anxious.”

“That’s the idea.”

Suddenly, Portugal sank him down quickly, and provoked in Arthur a lewd cry that turned into laughter and then a deep groan.

"Aaah yes! This is what I wanted! You're perfect.” Kirkland sat down better, biting his lip and facing towards the ceiling with half-closed eyes. “Just a little more... a little-“

“Mhh!” Gabriel frowned at the tightness, but the next thrust pushed him fully into his partner, sighing with relief and pleasure.

The breeze was more intense between them, the scent of roses and lavenders sweeter, until everything began to mix and instead of wisps of dust in the air, threads of light began to form, like spider webs that could barely be seen when hit by the sun; and it stopped, shining like gold. And again. And again.

Suddenly, it was night and day; and it was winter, and spring, and summer, and fall; there were noises, music and then silence; as if they passed between people and events with great speed.

As their bodies synched into rhythm and Arthur began to ride Gabriel, the sharpness of those golden threads around them began to narrow, surrounding them; they were everywhere, they were part of everything; they even came out of them. In those movements, their strings began to braid to a point where they looked like two creatures woven from the same skein, barely distinguishable from each other.

"Aah!"

"Ah-Arthur!"

But they didn't seem to notice; they only felt the building pleasure of where they were connected; one that grew closer and closer to orgasm.

"Gabe-!"

It all happened at the same time; the climax, collapsing onto the other's chest and hugging each other, squeezing their arms, as if they were going to disappear. But they laid horizontally on the bed, breathing heavily.

When they parted ways and looked at each other, they were no longer the ones from the mirror of the human world.

When they looked out the window, the skies were pink, the sun blue, and the fields orange.

After many centuries, they had come to the Dreamworld together.

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needcake · 2 years ago

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Tell me another Dylan's fake boyfriend and Kirkland Manor I am BEGGING you

Thank you for asking!!

So for Dylan's fake boyfriend, Arthur's family lives all over the British isles, but every other Sunday his sister is adamant they all come back home for lunch, it's a tradition they adopted after their parents passed away to keep in touch with each other.

But after Alasdair started dating Francis and Erin invited her long-time girlfriend to live with her, the pressure grew on Arthur and Dylan to bring someone to these Sunday lunches. And for a while there, Arthur thought he had that someone, Gabriel, a bloke he met on a dating app and kinda liked, but things went sour between them before he could even ask him to go to the next Sunday lunch.

But lo and behold, when next Sunday rolls around and Arthur can't make it, who is in the pictures Connor posts in the group chat with his hand in Dylan's hand resting his head lovingly on his brother's shoulder if not Gabriel himself.

(And it's called Dylan's fake boyfriend bc in the end it was all a ruse, romcom style hahaha)

Kirkland manor is a period drama piece I still need to do more research for, but it's set during WWII, Alice is a nurse and her hospital is bombed during the blitz, she ends up with a spinal injury that incapacitates her for active duty and leaves her with chronic pain. She is sent back to her family's state, her family was part of the dying aristocracy, her father was a decorated general who died a hero, her two brothers are fighting in France, her sister is a mechanic, even her younger brother is working in the London headquarters. Only Alice was condemed to go back home, where Dylan's wife and two sons are safely hidden away.

But despite hating it at first, this is where she heals, in more ways than one.

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georgiabx21 · 1 year ago

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savvycd · 20 days ago

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Transform Your Home: Bath and Kitchen Remodeling in Kirkland

Upgrade your home with bath and kitchen remodeling in Kirkland by Savvy Cabinetry, Design & Interiors. Whether you’re looking for a modern update or a complete redesign, our team will guide you through every step of the process to achieve a space that enhances both style and functionality.

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gentlemenhandyman · 2 months ago

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Window Replacement in Bellevue, WA | Boost Comfort, Style, and Efficiency

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abbeyandolivier · 2 months ago

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EMBRACING WINTER IN THE WEST ISLAND OF MONTREAL

Winter in the West Island of Montreal is a magical time of year. While many might think of the colder months as a time to hibernate, this suburban region offers plenty of outdoor activities, cozy spots, and winter events that make the season worth celebrating. From snowy parks to festive holiday markets, the West Island truly comes alive in the winter months. Because of this many are looking for a West Island real estate agency to help get into the neighborhood. This is where Abbey & Olivier come in to help.

1. OUTDOOR WINTER ACTIVITIES

The West Island is known for its vast parks and natural beauty, which only become more enchanting when covered in a blanket of snow. One of the best ways to enjoy the winter season is by embracing the outdoors.

Parks and Nature Reserves There’s no shortage of stunning outdoor spaces to explore. The Morgan Arboretum in Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue is a winter wonderland, with over 250 hectares of forested land to explore. The Arboretum offers marked trails perfect for snowshoeing and cross-country skiing. It’s the ideal spot for nature lovers who want to enjoy the beauty of the season and get some fresh air.

For those looking for more traditional winter activities, Bois-de-Liesse Nature Park in Pierrefonds is another great option. The park offers extensive walking and snowshoeing trails, as well as areas for tobogganing. With its peaceful setting, it’s a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Parks are located in all neighborhoods of the West Island. No matter where you buy your home you’re going to find the parker greenery near you.

Ice Skating If you love skating, the West Island has several outdoor rinks where you can enjoy the crisp winter air. The Pointe-Claire Village Skating Rink is a popular local spot, offering public skating sessions and special events throughout the season. Beaconsfield’s outdoor rink at the Centennial Park is also a favorite, where you can skate under the trees and enjoy the scenic surroundings. Whether you’re skating for fun or practicing your hockey skills, these rinks are ideal for all levels.

2. WINTER EVENTS AND FESTIVALS

Winter in the West Island wouldn’t be complete without celebrating some of the local events and festivals that take place each year. From festive markets to holiday light displays, there’s always something to enjoy during the cold months.

West Island Winter Festival A must-see for families and residents is the West Island Winter Festival in Pierrefonds. This annual event is a fun-filled day with activities like ice carving, tobogganing races, live music, and food trucks. It’s a perfect way to get into the winter spirit, especially for children who can participate in snow games and face painting.

Holiday Markets In December, many of the West Island communities host local holiday markets where you can shop for unique gifts and enjoy seasonal treats. The Marché de Noël in Dorval is a great place to pick up handmade crafts, local foods, and festive decorations. This is a wonderful way to support local artisans and enjoy the holiday atmosphere.

Light Displays For a festive evening, head to the Christmas Light Tour in Kirkland or Pointe-Claire. These neighborhoods put on impressive light displays, transforming streets into sparkling wonderlands. It’s a perfect way to enjoy the season with a scenic drive or a walk through the streets adorned with lights and decorations.

3. COZY INDOOR ACTIVITIES

While outdoor activities are a highlight in the West Island, there’s also plenty to do indoors if you’re seeking warmth or a break from the cold. Warm up with a hot drink at one of the many cozy cafes in the West Island. Café de la Brûlerie in Pointe-Claire offers a welcoming atmosphere with delicious coffee and a variety of baked goods. For those who love a hearty winter meal, there are several local restaurants that offer comfort food perfect for the season. Bistro de l’Île in Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue serves up delicious French cuisine in a warm, rustic setting—perfect for a cold winter night. However if you want to just stay home, West Island real estate is the perfect place to get cozy and comfortable with a nice view of the snow covered neighborhood.

4. SHOPPING FOR THE SEASON

Winter in the West Island also means it’s time to prepare for the season’s festivities, and what better way to do that than with some shopping? Whether you’re in the mood for a new winter coat or searching for unique holiday gifts, the West Island offers plenty of shopping options.

The Fairview Pointe-Claire Mall is a popular destination for winter shopping, with a variety of stores to suit all tastes. From fashion retailers to home decor shops, you’ll find everything you need for the season. For a more local shopping experience, head to the West Island Farmer’s Market, where you can find local produce, winter goods, and handmade crafts that make for perfect holiday presents.

CONCLUSION

Winter in the West Island of Montreal is full of charm and excitement. Whether you love outdoor activities like ice skating and snowshoeing, enjoy attending local festivals, or prefer cozy indoor spots to relax and shop, this suburban area offers something for everyone. With its natural beauty and array of winter activities, the West Island is the perfect place to embrace the season. So, bundle up and get out there—you’re sure to find plenty of ways to enjoy winter in the West Island! Contact Abbey and Olivier today to help get a West Island house for sale today!

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