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pixiegrl · 4 years

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The Future’s Better Than Yesterday

Luke and Ashton go on a honeymoon to the desert

Like a week ago, Ashton posted those photos in the desert and @lifewasradical said “Lashton honeymoon??” and im a sucker so I wrote it. Still soft and in love

on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29909409

Luke wakes up to Ashton pressing soft kisses to their cheek, their shoulder. Ashton keeps ducking his head down to press his lips to whatever part of Luke he can reach. Luke sighs, leaning back into the touch. Like this, in the early morning light, wrapped up in blankets and warm from Ashton’s touch, Luke could stay like this forever wrapped up in Ashton’s warmth. It’s cool outside, curled up in the back of the truck Ashton’s bought recently, specifically for camping trips. He thinks they need to spend more time in nature. Luke doesn’t mind, as long as they get running water and food.

Ashton and Luke are taking a pseudo honeymoon to celebrate getting married. They have something bigger planned for after their wedding in Australia. However, since they did just get married in their backyard, it only felt right that they also have a honeymoon to celebrate that. They planned an overnight camping trip out in the California desert. They’d taken the truck, some snacks, drinks, and blankets with them to spend the night under the stars. It’s romantic, Luke thinks, getting to curl up with Ashton, snuggle into his side, and look up at the stars. Luke’s not fond of laying on the ground, but they’ll do it if it means they get to cuddle with Ashton, having Ashton point out the constellations that they can see. Luke can never see them, but they’ll try if it makes Ashton happy, can see his smile and dimples pop. It’s so rare that they get to spend time alone together, disconnected from everything. Even if Luke’s not a fan of the outdoors, they like just being with Ashton.

At least, Luke enjoyed it last night. They liked getting to snuggle up under all the blankets with Ashton, pressed into his warmth, head resting on his chest. It had made Luke happy and comfortable getting to do it. They do not, however, enjoy it right now. It’s early morning, early enough that the sun isn’t even up yet. There’s a light haze around them, the promise of the sunrise to come, but in Luke’s opinion it is still dark out and therefore, it is still nighttime out.

“Luke, come on. It’s gonna be sunrise soon,” Ashton says. Luke whines, burrowing into the blankets. Ashton laughs.

“I’m cold Ash, I don’t wanna,” Luke whines, eyes squeezed shut. If they don’t open their eyes, they don’t have to acknowledge that it is in fact awake time. If their eyes are closed, they can stay asleep longer.

“Lu, you promised we’d watch the sunrise together. It’s part of the camping experience,” Ashton says, gently.

“It’s nighttime Ashton. It’s sleep time,” Luke mumbles. Luke curls onto their side, nosing into Ashton’s shoulder. Ashton chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to Luke’s hair.

“We’re on our honeymoon. Don’t you want to see the sunrise,” Ashton teases.

“I want to sleep,” Luke says. Ashton laughs again. He’s far too awake for the time of day and Luke hates their husband. Ashton leans down, pressing a kiss to Luke’s cheeks, his nose, his lips.

“Come on Luke, we can watch the sunrise and have coffee.”

“We’re in the desert.”

“I can heat coffee over a fire.”

Luke cracks one eye open at that, “I’d like to see you build a fire.”

Ashton laughs even harder at that, leaning down to press a kiss to Luke’s lips before he pulls back, crawling to the end of the bed of the car and opening the trunk.

“Well come watch the sunrise with me and you can,” he says. He climbs out of the bed of the trunk, grinning. Luke watches him as he gathers some of the wood he brought with them solely to build a fire. Luke doesn’t want to actually get up, but they are curious about how Ashton plans to build a fire.

Ashton’s already got some wood stacked up in a fire pit by the time Luke pops their head out from the trunk. Ashton looks good like that, bundled up in his hoodie, black fading from his hair and curling around his neck. He’s trying to start his lighter, leftover from the joint they smoked last night in the trunk. Luke giggles when they see the determined look on Ashton’s face, nose scrunched up in concentration.

“Do you need some help, husband?” Luke asks, giggles. There’s a funny warm feeling in their chest saying the words husband, getting to say the words out loud. It settles something inside Luke, knowing that this is all real. They get to wake up and call Ashton their husband forever and ever. Even if Ashton can’t seem to light an actual lighter to save his life.

“You think you can get it lit, partner?” Ashton says, grinning. Luke rolls their eyes, climbing out of the bed of the truck and snagging the lighter from Ashton’s hand.

“You might roll a joint better, but I know how to light it,” Luke quibs, taking the lighter from Ashton’s hands. Ashton throws back his head, laughing wholeheartedly, while Luke clicks the lighter until it starts. Slowly, they lower their hand to the wood, letting it catch fire until it starts to slowly burn. It’s more for show than actual warmth. It’s nice, adding to the atmosphere of their early morning.

Ashton grabs the coffee, snuggling in close to Luke and trying to heat the coffee up. Luke sighs, content, snuggling into Ashton’s side. They take Ashton’s left hand, running their fingers along the gold band that’s been added to the engagement ring. Ashton hands the coffee over, letting Luke take a sip from the mug he’s brought. It’s still too cold, but looking at the earnest open expression on Ashton’s face, Luke can’t bring themselves to comment. Luke sighs again, curling into Ashton as Ashton throws a blanket around them both, pressing a soft kiss to Luke’s cheek.

The sun peeks up slowly over the horizon, lighting up the sky. It bathes everything in a soft golden haze, soft morning light bleeding into the blue of the sky. It’s slow over the horizon, sun a faint yellow as it comes up. Luke closes their eyes, basking in the warmth from the sun’s rays as it comes up high in the sky, peeking to see what the world looks like as it gets warmer and brighter. It’s slower than Luke thought it would be, the sun taking its time to come up completely. It comes out little by little, rays spreading across the ground, greeting the world in bits and pieces.

It’s breathtaking, watching as the sun climbs higher, paints the sky bright and golden. The blue looks brighter, rays creeping out and across the ground. It paints the world in greens and browns, sunlight bringing color back to the world. Luke smiles, tilting their head back. It’s hazy lights, a slow glow in the world lighting it up. Even though Luke thinks it’s still too early, it’s beautiful, watching as the sun brings the world back to life. Luke closes their eyes, bathing in the slow warmth of it. It doesn’t feel real like this, out in the desert with Ashton, in their own private world. The sun comes up over the mountaintops, finally making its way fully into the sky.

Luke hears the little click of the phone camera, turning to look at Ashton. Ashton’s leaning back, holding his phone up. He’s smiling softly, earring glinting in the sunlight. He blushes when Luke catches his eye, dropping his phone lightly into his lap.

“What was that for?” Luke laughs.

“Just wanted to capture the moment. I want to be able to remember what you looked like on our honeymoon for years and years.”

“Ashton, we’re going on a whole other honeymoon where we’ll end up taking all sorts of pictures.”

“Yeah, but this is the original one. Just you and me getting to sit out here together. We’re married. I get to call you mine over and over again.”

“I was already yours Ash,” Luke says, giggling. It doesn’t stop them from leaning over, taking Ashton’s face in their hands and pressing a kiss to Ashton’s lips. Ashton smiles into the kiss, grasping onto Luke’s left hand, running his fingers along Luke’s rings.

“Yeah, but now I get to stand up at shows and tell everyone that my spouse is on the microphone today. I get to call you my partner in interviews and kiss you and plan anniversary shows.”

“You already did that too, you dork,” Luke says. There’s tears at the back of their eyes and Luke has to bury their face in Ashton’s shoulder to stop from crying. Ashton seems to understand, wrapping Luke into a tight hug.

“Well, what can I say? Like Calum said, you’re my soulmate, the love of my life. I can’t picture doing this with anyone else,” Ashton whispers.

“You’re going to make me cry at the altar in front of all our friends and family aren’t you?”

“Oh darling, my vows yesterday didn’t even compare to my vows for the wedding,” Ashton says. Luke pulls back, staring up at Ashton.

“I love you. I don’t want to do this with anyone else. I don’t want to live this life with anyone else. You’re my whole world. I couldn’t do half of this without you,” Luke whispers. Ashton pulls them into another kiss, smiling gently into the kiss.

“I love you too. My world won’t be half as bright without you in it,” Ashton says, tracing Luke’s cheekbones. They giggle, leaning forward to press a kiss to Ashton’s nose.

“I wouldn’t be half as confident without you.”

“Okay, enough sappy or we’ll talk ourselves into circles and run out of things for our vows,” Ashton says, smiling. Luke smiles.

“Can we go get breakfast now? I want pancakes with too much syrup and hot coffee.”

“Hey! I made you coffee!”

“It’s cold Ash. I want real coffee and food.”

“I’m divorcing you,” Ashton says. He pulls Luke close. It warms them a little, curled into Ashton. Luke wants to go home, get some food, but this is good for now. Curled up with their husband, getting to enjoy the sunrise in their own little world of love.

#5 seconds of summer #lashton #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #lingerie luke series #lingerie sos #its a desert honeymoon bc ashton posted those photos a week or so ago #i really do love these two so much #my writing

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rhomsfanfic · 4 years

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A Wish Come True

A lovely commission for the awesome @lesbiansportsanime with their OC Silena ♥ Thank you so much for commissioning me, it was so much fun working with you!

No warnings apply, just a very fluff day!

First impressions mattered.

They mattered when meeting a new employer, your spouse’s family, the person you’ve been set up on a date with by your friends. Every one of those people had expectations and anticipated something from you, mostly good behavior. However, the same concept also applied to many more situations than just the ones stated formerly. It also applied to traveling and meeting someone you thought you knew better than anyone else but never truly ‘knew’.

Those were the thoughts that kept Silena busy as she stepped out into the forest-y wilderness outside the Wild Area Station for the first time. Immediately, she was greeted by a gust of wind, ruffling through her hair and clothes, almost like an embrace coming from the nature around her. The sun seemed to shine a bit brighter as its rays tickled her skin, and thanks to it, even the mild climate wasn’t bothering her as much as Silena anticipated. Galar did its best to change the first impression it left on her quickly, so it seemed.

Having her connecting train be canceled when she was supposed to meet up with her friend in Hammerlocke was not only unfortunate but also an annoyance. The train conductor at the station had suggested she’d be faster walking to the nearby city, Motostoke, and take a Flying Taxi from there, a concept Silena wasn’t used to from her own home. However, if it would get her to Hammerlocke quicker than the train, which approximately would take another three hours to be ready again, she preferred following the conductor’s advice.

It wasn’t like she shied away from some walking; after all, she had wandered seemingly endless routes before, and as Champion, that little bit of exercise wasn’t going to kill her. The only thing she was concerned about was if she would still be looking as presentable as she was once she reached her destination. Looking at her reflection in one of the station building windows, Silena brushed aside some stray hairs and flattened out her hoodie dress, which had wrinkled from the long travel by train.

She still looked nice, and she hoped it would stay this way until she reached Hammerlocke.

Whipping out her phone, she decided to let Raihan know she arrived in Galar and about the delay in meeting up with him. Surely, it wouldn’t leave a good first impression to be tardy, but at least she’d be able to let him know about it. A spurt of nervousness went through her as she typed out the words, almost feeling bashful. Even though it felt to her like she knew Raihan for years, they had only been in contact for a good handful of months, telling each other good morning and good night, and sharing most of their days through messages and photos. Yet, knowing she was so close to meeting him for real, it was like a dream come true, even if it made her hands shake from nervosity.

There were so many things Silena could think about that could go wrong now. Perhaps it ended up as a scam, and the person she was writing wasn’t the charismatic, enthusiastic Gym Leader she came to know after all, but really it had just been a PR-Manager who went out of his way to talk her up. Or if not that, maybe even worse, perhaps now that they’d meet in person, Raihan would end up not liking her anymore. Of course, it was a farfetched thought, but what if he liked her better when they still were only writing, hiding behind that little bit of anonymity after all? Everyone looked different over text, so what if the ‘real Silena’ just wasn’t what he expected?

It was a painful thought to her, having long registered the feelings that started to bloom for him. Even if he was nothing but a text buddy, Silena had started to become as comfortable talking to him as a best friend. She anticipated his messages every minute she was awake, and she hoped that he felt the same. That she was in love with him, she had kept secret, but she couldn’t lie to herself the same way. It undoubtedly would be complicated to be with him, but some part of her still hoped for it to happen even after everything considered.

Taking a deep breath, Silena encouraged herself to think positively. There were endless possibilities, but she always wanted to hope for the best. She was just about to send the text she wrote when she heard a loud, “Oh! Hey!” coming from her left, making her look up from her phone. Her eyes could not have widened more in surprise as she watched a very familiar, tall man jog into her direction, lifting his arm in a wave.

“Raihan?!” Silena uttered, flabbergasted, staring at him as if she had just seen a ghost.

“The one and only!” he laughed as he slowed down and closed the distance. “But… How?” Silena asked, glancing at the unsent message, making sure she hadn’t hinted before that she’d be stuck at the station. “There’s been problems with the train all morning. I was hoping they’d resolve it before your train was due, but eh… no luck with a hoard of Tauros running lose.”

Raihan spoke of it as a matter of fact, but just as quickly, a brilliant smile reappeared on his lips, shining her way. “So I came to fetch you, and here you are!”

For a moment, surprised silence fell between the two as they took in each other. Silena couldn’t help but look over Raihan, noticing that he… absolutely looked like the photos he kept sending. There was nothing, from his clothes to his facial features, that differed, and her heart picked up the pace as she met his eyes after he inspected her too. It was only for a moment before the two started to laugh, sympathetic remorse being shared between the two that skepticism had crossed their minds despite neither of them being fake after all. Even if it was left unspoken, it took away the awkwardness that Silena feared would build between them when they first met.

But this way, the first impression was good despite her worries, and no words could describe how relieved Silena felt as the thought settled in her mind.

“I’m… really here,” she bubbled, some sheepish chuckles following her words, as she couldn’t hold back the grin spreading on her lips. “And you are here too!”

His shoulders relaxing, the maw of the hoodie he was wearing sunk a bit, Raihan’s smile only grew wider, as if this was a contest between the two about who could smile more. Despite his pose, with his hands sinking into his pockets, he didn’t seem haughty or arrogant. Really, it was just like she imagined him to be. Naturally cool. A trait that dragon trainers usually shared amongst themselves. “It’s kind of amazing, isn’t it? We’ve been writing for so long, and yet meeting up in person is still so different,” he noted, and Silena agreed with a nod and a hum.

“Ah, but I don’t mean it in a bad way,” he was quick to add, bringing a hand up to the back of his head in embarrassment as he realized that his words could have come off weirdly. “I’m thrilled you made it. It’s nice… meeting you,” he explained, sincerity in his words even though he struggled to phrase them.

“I’m glad too! Thank you for inviting me, Raihan!” Silena was quick to chime in, letting him know she understood what he meant to say, and now there really wasn’t anything holding her back anymore, as she told him about her travels and what she had seen while looking out from her window seat.

For a while, the two simply enjoyed the conversation, even with the topics being rather superficial, like nature and weather. But whenever Silena looked him in the eyes, she was glad that he always looked right back at her. There was no fake attentiveness, and he laughed along or questioned her words as they came. The talk flowed naturally, even as they turned towards the open fields of the Wild area, ready to make their way towards it.

In hindsight, it was just like when they were texting, but Silena experienced this as even better. Now she was able to look at his face as they talked, see his expression change, and add to the conversation. There were hand motions and eyes shining in responses to her words, and she found herself smitten with the way Raihan held himself, easily filling out her thoughts when she struggled to form them into words and adding on to the ideas she shared.

There was just one question burning on Raihan’s tongue that caught her off-guard, hand lowering to point at her shoes. “I did mention the part about camping, didn’t I?” he asked, and Silena looked down in confusion at herself. Only then did she realize that probably not everyone thought that platforms and high heels were suitable for a camping trip. Though a wave of embarrassment came over her as she hoped it wouldn’t put her in a bad light, Silena looked up quickly, grinning and letting him know, “Of course you did.”

Raihan’s brows furrowed in confusion as she announced it so confidently - Thanks to standing so close, Silena didn’t miss the change in expression, even if his hat covered a lot of space from his hair down. She couldn’t help but think about how cute he looked with his head ducking into the oversized hoodie of his jacket whenever he was thinking about something. - while Silena merely adjusted the strap of her bag before taking the first few steps around him with a cheeky grin. “That’s why I’m wearing my outdoor heels!”

Easily conquering the ever so slightly uneven dirt road, Silena took off a few steps ahead while showing off that she was more than capable of walking with them. Raihan’s gaze followed her, slightly impressed, and he cooed an appreciative, “Oh? Look at that,” before laughing and walking after her, the two having a lot to talk about as they made their way to Motostoke on his lead.

In Raihan’s eyes, Silena was a ray of sunshine.

It was what he had always thought about her, even when they only had been texting each other in the past, but now he felt confirmed in his beliefs. On all her pictures, in all her endeavors, everything she did simply told tales of how passionate she was and how she put her heart into every movement she did. Even now, walking through the green together on their way to Motostoke, it was a contest of who was shining brighter - she or the sun?

They had met under such weird circumstances. Raihan simply had browsed his Pokégram and encountered her account that showcased her journey from the start as a trainer to the end as she became the champ of her region. He still remembered how he had looked in awe, yet with hints of jealousy, at the picture of her being crowned as the Champion of Nyklia. The picture itself, of her radiant smile, the tear stains on her cheeks as she waved to the crowd, something in it had really riled him up. Admittedly, not in a good way at first.

After all, Raihan was no stranger to the feeling of being so close to snagging the title, but in the end, never succeeding. Of course, his strife came from wanting to win against his forever rival Leon, and it was just as childish as it was fun to him. Still, that one picture of Silena he encountered gave away so much of what Raihan always expected himself to look like once he won. But for him, this dream never came true.

He remembered that he put away his phone after finding her account, not wanting to dwell on the frustration that came from it. But as the announcement of a new champion being selected in another region made its rounds, he more or less got forced to help out prepare a gift to send over. Alongside it, his trainer card had been put in with his handles, and as he looked at his phone in a break in between his training a week later, there her name was, Silena having sent him a thank-you-message which probably was more courtesy than a desire to write him.

But from his reply, one of hers followed, and then another one from him.

Soon, she wasn’t just a person he felt jealous of. She shared her struggles as much as the good days with him, and he - though silently - began cheering for her more than he envied her. It was a tough job, even if Leon made it seem so ridiculously easy, and Raihan’s respect for her grew as well as his feelings for the sunny champion who lived so far away from him.

At first, he didn’t know if he could do it. Meet up with her and not make it awkward. It was hard enough talking to Leon, and Raihan knew him for years - what if it would be the same for her? Until she arrived, Raihan didn’t notice that the two of them may have the same title, but that only showed their strengths as trainers, not their personalities.

And now she was here, and he felt as if she brought her radiating shine into his life now, replace any negative emotion he ever felt towards her before.

For a while, the two watched as a Xatu glided through the air peacefully, and Raihan noticed her relaxed, though focused eyes. “In Nyklia,” Silena spoke up, a hand raised to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun, “we know that the Pokémon are everywhere around us, but we rarely see them so clearly like I’ve seen them in Galar up till now.”

“Hm, maybe it’s because they are more used to people here? The wild area is always filled with trainers, so they might have become less shy.”

“That might be the reason,” she agreed, nodding to herself. “It would be nice if I could help Nyklia be more balanced like this too.”

Those were the words of a champion, how Raihan found. Looking out for her region, taking note of differences, and thinking of how to apply those to what was entrusted to her. Still, he appreciated the fact that she hadn’t behaved boastfully yet, only pleasant and calm. It was almost like when the two of them were texting only, and it made him feel at peace that he was able to have a normal conversation with her without always coming back to their titles or strengths as trainers.

On the way to Motostoke, they had encountered a lot of friendly Pokémon, the area filled with small groups of Oddish and Budew who looked at them curiously as they passed. A Bunnelby had even come close enough for Silena to pet its head, which she did with the uttermost respect and affection for the creature. It truly showcased her character, and Raihan found himself smiling alongside her as she was cooing and complimenting the tiny Pokémon.

Tearing his eyes off of Silena, who was still watching the psychic Pokémon in awe, Raihan too glanced back to the Xatu, which was peacefully swaying in the winds that were carrying it. To his surprise, he noticed its gaze on the two of them, more specifically, on Silena. Grinning to himself, Raihan thought about how fitting this was, considering he himself experienced Silena like the sun, and Xatu’s always looked into the direction of the grand, illuminating fireball too. Bumping his shoulders into hers, he motioned for them to keep walking since they were so close to the next station on their travels.

Raihan would not pass up on the chance to enjoy his time with Silena much more than he already was.

Browsing the shelves in the boutique of Motostoke, Raihan would occasionally glance back at Silena, who was experiencing her first height in Galar as she went through a shopping rush. “How about this?” Raihan smirked, pulling out a cheesy tourist shirt with “I LOVE GALAR” written all over it in a bold font. Silena’s face scrunched up as she tried to stay polite, replying, “I don’t think that suits me,” but her expression gave away her real thoughts about the shirt. They chuckled amongst themselves as they knew both of them were thinking the same thing, but Silena was quick to take her fashion revenge at him as she found a shirt saying, “Dragons are cool but not as cool as ice!”

“A bold lie,” Raihan disagreed vehemently, but under laughter, Silena made sure to tell him that it would look splendid on him. They both agreed that it would be too funny and too ironic to pass up on, putting it on the small pile that had assembled from Silena’s previous picks. Spending a while longer at the store, Raihan got a good taste of what kind of clothes she liked, Silena showing off a few things she changed into.

For a moment, Raihan caught himself thinking of how this was similar to accompanying a girlfriend, but he was quick to shake it out of his thoughts, not wanting to get ahead of himself. Even if he thought about these things quietly - and now that she was here, more than ever - it wasn’t a decision he could make by himself. Even though he had to admit, it was a thought that spread pleasant warmth inside him and the hints of hope that it might become a reality someday.

He wouldn’t mind it if it was Silena.

He wouldn’t mind at all.

With a deep yet satisfied sigh, Silena sunk onto the cushioned bench, putting her bag and the goods she recently acquired through Raihan’s support - by showing her all the chic little shops that were a must-see in the city - next to her. From her spot, she could watch Raihan standing at the counter, ordering drinks, chatting merrily with the barista. She loved seeing how excited people were to see him, and they had stopped to take selfies more than once on their way to this café. It wasn’t a bother per se, and she understood it better than anyone that, as a public figure, Raihan had to keep face even if he was out with her.

Still, a small part of her felt jealous of the girls and trainers he had humored.

The way he put his arm around their shoulders and made faces with them was sweet, and it was just like she expected him to act, appreciating his fans a lot. He didn’t do anything indecent that would have made her raise her brow at his behavior. He simply was attentive, sweet, and fun, just how she had experienced him so far too. It made her wonder if she was anything different to him than his fans were, and though she should have known the answer to that, she simply felt a little bit discouraged as she feared asking him directly.

“One latte for the lady~” Raihan’s voice tore her out of her thoughts as he presented her drink right in front of her, the milk foam on top of it resembling a little Pikachu sticking out on top of the glass. “How cute!” Silena gasped, watching the foam wiggle as he set it down, and Raihan chuckled proudly.

“They don’t usually do that, but I know the barista, and he was happy to create something special for a very special visitor. I hope you like it?”

Raihan’s smile was unmatched to any she had seen so far, so soft and sweet, as he glanced from her drink up to her face, trying to catch a glimpse of her reaction. Silena hoped her expression matched the way she felt, adoring the extraordinary drink. “I like it a lot,” she assured him, and her heart jumped as she met his eyes, Raihan grinning excitedly, knowing it made her happy.

“Ah, I’m glad,” he sighed, leaning back and bringing his own drink to his lips. Only now did Silena realize he had been anticipating her reply tensely, leaning forward and biting his lip. Immediately, she felt butterflies partying in her stomach as the only reason she could think of why he’d do that was because he was trying to bring her joy. The thought of the other trainers he made happy with his presence crawled back in her mind, but she asked herself: Would he do that for everyone, or just for me?

“Is it good?” he asked curiously, after watching her take a sip at the metal straw sticking out from the side of the glass. “Very,” she replied, returning his smile. Raihan nodded, and Silena watched as his shoulders relaxed, enjoying the view from over the table of a man at peace.

“I hoped it would come close to the gorgeous ones you always get at your favorite café. That’s why I wanted to go here!” Grinning a little wider, he admitted, “I’ve been searching the web forever to find out which place had the best reviews.”

Looking from him back down to her glass, Silena felt the warmth emitting onto her hands. The coffee was made just right, not too bitter and not too sweet, and it dawned on her that if she had ordered it, she would have asked for the same kind. As if traveling from her hands to her heart, the warmth began to spread as she recognized the work he put into finding spots she’d like, not only this café but all the boutiques and parks they had visited so far.

And against a rational judgment, Silena wanted to believe that he, in fact, only went to so many troubles for her alone.

“And this goes… here! Tada!”

Standing up, Silena got to watch as the tent basically erected itself after they connected the last rod missing with the tent peg. “Oh!” she exclaimed, their shelter for the night being definitely handier than the ones she used back in her travel times. “I can’t believe that I needed to sleep under the stars most of my nights, while Galar literally had self-building tents.”

Raihan laughed, his hand falling to her head. Silena was just about to scold him for ruffling her hair, but he simply patted the back of her head before letting his hand slide off. After a whole day being together, this probably was the closest the two had been, and Silena felt herself fall into a state of shock, her heart trying to break out, while Raihan didn’t miss a beat to proceed to go back to the fire. Perhaps it was only affecting her, but on the other hand, she couldn’t see Raihan balling his hand into a fist as he realized what he did.

“I-It’s good we are set up,” he chuckled nervously, clearing his throat and getting back his composure. Silena felt frozen in place, but even she realized that she’d have to act, or it might raise suspicion. So she laughed wryly, followed him to the campfire, and took the seat next to him. “Still hungry?” he asked, holding out the leftovers from the curry they made, and Silena was quick to hold her hands up, claiming, “I can’t eat another spoon, or I might burst!”

Raihan chuckled as he put it away, and Silena’s eyes shot up to watch their Pokémon still up and active, running in big circles back and forth the camp area. It made her a little nervous letting them all out to play, but she trusted that Raihan’s Pokémon would keep them from running too far or misbehaving. At least for now, they seemed to get along very well.

“I think letting your Pokémon roam is probably one of my favorite things about Galar,” Raihan mumbled, his eyes having followed hers to the creatures playing. “I hope it makes them happier to get out of their balls, and not just for fighting.”

His words were the end of this conversation, but Silena let out a contemplating hum. They didn’t look unhappy, that’s for sure, and though they were rough-housing with each other, she sure hoped they’d be worn out enough later to sleep through the night peacefully. “So…” Raihan picked up his words again, and this time, Silena dedicated her attention back to him, the flames of the fire flickering in his eyes that were fixed on her in return. “What’s your impression? Of the day… Galar!” he asked, voice lowering a little as he added, “Me?”

“The trains being canceled for a whole day because of a hoard of Tauros really sucks if you live here,” Silena said, straightforward in a serious tone, and the two stared at each other in silence before she burst out laughing at his bamboozled expression. Raihan followed suit as he realized this wasn’t as serious as she made it out to be, having a real good laugh over it before they could calm down.

“But I had a lot of fun,” Silena admitted, and Raihan nodded approvingly. “Galar might come off as very industrial, which I have… opinions about,” she chuckled, not being able to phrase it better than this at the moment. “But there are a lot of good things, like the wild area, and the many nice people like the barista and your fans that were so sweet. I truly feel good walking the streets and the countless paths you can take, and I think Galar has a lot to offer if you are open to exploring it.”

Having watched the fire for a bit as she talked, Silena looked back at Raihan, who anticipated every word she was willing to share with him. For a split second, she felt bold as she put her hand beside his, their fingers grazing each other as she put hers into the gaps of his. “And then there’s you, and you are… well…” Her words faded out as she struggled to find the right ones.

There were so many compliments that she’d have liked to tell him. How kind he was, how sweet his smile was. That the way he acted and behaved was so cool, yet he was approachable and pleasant to the people around him. How he made her laugh and understood her humor, and how attentive he was, even knowing what kind of coffee she liked to drink. But how could she put that into just one word to let him know how she felt?

“I think you’re amazing,” Raihan filled the quietness that built quickly while Silena fidgeted for words. This time, he avoided her eyes as she looked up, warmth spreading on her cheeks from the surprise. “You’re lovely, and you look out for Pokémon and your home. Even when you are so far away from it, you always carry it with you and think about ways to improve it. I don’t think anyone ever made me laugh as much as you did today, you always have a clever reply, and conversing with you feels like you are returning my thoughts to me - but ten times better!”

Taking a short breather, Raihan looked down at their hands. He couldn’t help but laugh out quietly, as he felt the hints of embarrassment creep up on him, before he shook his head, knowing he spoke only the truth. This time, it was him who closed up more of the distance, embracing some of her fingers with his own, as if he was still asking for permission to hold her hand. “You’re down to earth, but you are a true original. Confident and strong, just like I got to know you. How I came to.... like you.”

“Oh,” Silena whispered as she listened to his words, unable to keep her pulse from racing and her lips from smiling as she looked down, returning the grip he had on her hand with her own. “I… I think I understand,” she chuckled, biting her lip shortly before continuing. “And I feel the same.”

For a moment, it got quiet between the two. Only the hold on their hands remained, a soft squeeze pulling at Silena’s attention, and she looked up at Raihan bashfully, who pointed to the sky instead with a smile on his face. Confused, she looked up, catching a small miracle as she saw a couple of shimmering shooting stars pass over the horizon, and her mouth opened in a wondrous gasp as she watched them in awe.

“What did you wish for?” she whispered as the shooting stars slowly faded out of existence, only leaving their twinkling siblings behind that covered the whole sky.

“That next time, I can come to visit you without trains that get delayed.” Nudging him with a playful grin, Silena chuckled, happy as she noticed he never let go of her hand. “And you?” Raihan asked, and she brought her free hand up to her lips, faking a thoughtful moment.

“Can’t tell! Or it won’t become reality!”

“No fair!” Raihan complained jokingly, nudging her back and making her laugh in return. Catching her off-guard, Silena felt her lips being pushed back, and as she opened her eyes, she noticed Raihan’s face so close, making her lean into the kiss. Even though her heart was still raising long after it ended, Silena never managed to wipe the grin off her mouth, now knowing that these feelings of hers weren’t for naught.

There were still many things left unsaid, but the day had smoothed the way for their relationship to grow. One night wouldn’t have been enough to let each other know about everything they still wanted to tell, and so, they merely enjoyed that they could sit together closely, even if no more words were spoken. Before her eyes closed to sleep that night, she thanked the stars quietly, Raihan by her side, his hand now holding on to hers fully while she rested in his safe embrace.

Silena would thank them for many years to come, for making her wish come true that very same night.

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115 Fantastic Happy Birthday Funny Messages. best wishes

Best Funny happy birthday wishes

Looking for the perfect Happy birthday funny messages & pictures to brighten someone's day? Whether it's someone you know, or someone you're friends with, or even someone who's lost their birthday wish, we have all the humorous birthday wishes you'll need and absolutely enjoy.

Fun should be an integral part of our life and must be on the occasions of Good days of life. The funny wishes and fun notes are sure to make their day brighter and make them laugh! Send them in greeting cards, by SMS, or via Facebook and Twitter!

Here you will find quick-links to specific sections and the complete list of funny birthday quotes and wishes.

funny birthday message to my best friend

You have many friends, but some of them have a special badge of a best friend, so they need special attention, more time to spend with them and priority over others in your life. If you want to wish them well on their special day, here are some great happy birthday funny messages to make them smile.

1.Wish you a happy birthday, sweetheart, and keep smiling until I have enough evidence to send you to the mental asylum.

2.Use these funny happy birthday quotes to wish someone a very happy birthday and poke fun at their age. You can use them in a card message, a Facebook caption, or even a t-shirt.

3.Statistics tell us you will live longer if you have the most birthdays (but it has also been proven that too many birthdays will kill you.

4. I know you are celebrating your birthday, but you can't stop your favorite food items from being right in front of you.

5.Happy birthday! After all those years and yet another year, you still haven't become wiser.

6.On your birthday, you can always depend on me to let loose with a night to remember in the morning.

7. Do not let age catch you down... it is too hard to bounce back!

8.On your birthday, I have something gluten-free, completely calorie-free, and absolutely delightful gift. Guess, what I have for you? Yes, you are right... It's a text message!

9. The kind of friend I am, I forgot your age.

10. I can't believe how fast time flies when you're having fun! When did we get so old?

11. The fact that we managed to keep this friendship going despite generational differences is wonderful.

Funny messages and wishes for girlfriend.

Having a girlfriend is a privilege no one must forget to wish on special occasions, and everyone would like to do something out of the ordinary to strengthen the bond of friendship and love.

It seems that funny happy birthday messages do the job perfectly. A good and funny note can put your lover's smile on her face and this is the ultimate goal of greeting them. Here is a compilation of some fine wishes messages for your girlfriend.

12. The one and only time I lied to you was when I said I'd love you forever, but realized that i couldn't live that long..

13. Last night, I dreamed of you while hugging my pillow. I wish one day I could dream about my pillow and be hugging you.

14. Regardless of what economists may say, you are the only one for me. There is no one else I can replace you with.

15. If my eyes are bothering me, I can't remove them from you.

16. Falling from the sky or a tree is fine, but the finest way to fall in love is with you! Happy Birthday my sweetheart.

17. The proverb goes wrong that a picture is worth a thousand words, but after looking at yours, I have no words to describe!

18. I'm no gambler, but I guess I'm just betting with my heart and mind that I will never stop loving you.

19. Too much smiling has caused me to develop wrinkles. Stop being so lovely! It drives me crazy..

20. It's evident that I adore you, from the sparkle in your eyes.

21. I hope your birthday is as awesome as your hair in high school.

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Best humorous wishes for boyfriend

22. We will lock up our hearts together and toss away the key; I give my heart to you; do give yours to me.

23. Because monopoly is always harmful and competition is always beneficial, it makes sense to have many crushes and flirts instead of just one true love! An economic theory on love.

24. Whenever we're together, you make me feel so young. Thank you for being the first.

25. It's a pleasure to celebrate the birthday of someone I hope will be my friend, even when we're too senile to remember each other's birthdays.

26. Happy birthday to a person who is charming and talented, as well as witty, and is much like myself.

27. It is your birthday, so we will eat fired up baked goods and sing at you while you sit there awkwardly.

28. Happy birthday. Thanks for being older than me all your life.

29. Wishing you a unique birthday wish every year would be difficult. Choosing a special wish for next year would be even more challenging, so I'll just say happy birthday.

30. Despite the truth that today would be a perfect time to write sweet words about my best friend in the world, I already finished my autobiography a month ago.

Happy birthday funny messages for brother

Depending on your brother's personality and what type of relationship you have with him, these next funny birthday wishes for brothers could be just the thing for you to give him a laugh on his birthday too!

Hoping that these happy birthday funny messages will amaze your dear brother on his birthday, so keep scrolling to choose the perfect one.

31.That's all you really need for a gift. Just saying. Happy birthday!

32. Although it's hard to understand why we're celebrating your day since only mom did all the efforts. Happy birthday!

33. I am amazed at how long we have tolerated each other. Happy Birthday.

34. Your birthday falls at just the right age. You are old enough to see your mistakes, but still young enough to make more. Happy Birthday!

35. Wishing you a happy birthday! Hope you have a day as beautiful as a unicorn farting rainbows!

36. Hey big bro! They say that as you get older your intellect grows, but since we keep doing the same stupid thing we did as kids, we must be the exception to that rule.

37. It's my brother's birthday and he's smart, funny, witty, charming… and a lot like me!

38. I'm glad you're finally 21 and can finally do all those things you've been doing since you were 16! Happy birthday!

39. There's only one person you can be completely idiotic with through thick and thin. So glad I have you, bro! Have a great birthday!

40. After searching the web for 3 hours, I gave up trying to find the perfect birthday message for you. Happy Birthday.

41. When I thought about what I would get you for your birthday, I realized you already have me. Thank you very much. Happy birthday!

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Funny happy birthday wishes for a lil sister

Finding funny happy birthday wishes for your younger sister has never been easier, with a wide selection of funny greetings, funny jokes, and wishes. We have all the best, cute, beautiful, and sweet words to bring a smile to your little angel's face.

42. I wish you a very happy birthday to the sassiest, coolest, and funniest little sister in the world!

43. Congratulations on your birthday, little sister, you may have always been smarter than me, but you have always been my best friend.

44. I will always love you for being my little monkey, but you've grown up, happy birthday Lil sister

45. My parents never gave me a pet before you were born, but after you were born I finally got a pet. Happy birthday, Sister I hope you never grow up.

46. You are not only funny but also crazy, just like your sister. No one else has a sister like you. Happy Birthday.

47. Thank you for being the most competitive person I have ever encountered in my life. Why couldn't you accept my win against you? I didn't understand. Happy Birthday my little sister

48. Happy Birthday, sis. I will always think of you as my silly little sister, no matter how tall or wise you get.

49. I love you, dear one, and I will love you until the very end. Despite your age, it doesn't mean you are any better or worse off than I am. I love you.

50. You have indeed given me nerves of steel, Happy Birthday little sister.

Happy birthday funny wishes for father

Regardless of your age, dad always celebrates your birthday well. Now, it's his turn to celebrate and have a great party! Use the best Funny Birthday Wishes for Father to show how much you respect the humor and zest for life your dad possesses. Your father is the best man you know, so give him a happy birthday celebration with Funny Birthday Wishes for Father he'll remember and love!

51. I know it's not an easy job being a dad, but it's done with class and style. Happy birthday to the father who does it all.

52. Your schedule is just like that of a student with a lot of classes. Happy birthday, Dad!

53. Happy birthday dad, I'm sorry I can't be there to wish you a happy birthday in person, but please know that I think of you on your special day. Thanks for everything you do! Can't wait to see you again!

54. Here's a fun fact-you're not getting older, but you take great pleasure in making bad jokes. Enjoy more of those, Dad, and happy birthday!

55. Having said that, I know that today is your birthday, but that does not make it a holiday, so I'm not too excited about it. Just kidding. Happy birthday to an important man!

56. It's been a week since I thought of what to write in a funny birthday message for you. But I couldn't think of anything funny. Happy birthday!

57. Your mother told me that, even though you're getting older, you're not becoming any wiser. You should be grateful for the information she shared with you. Just kidding.

Happy birthday funny messages for husband

It makes sense, then, that, at least once every three hundred and sixty-five days, we owe ourselves something special. And on those days, consciously or subconsciously, we all crave to be celebrated by others. It is especially important to celebrate our spouse's birthday every year. After all, our spouse is our better half. Who else will do it?

58. You transformed everything about companionship when we met. It still amazes me how amazing you remain throughout our marriage. Happy birthday, dear husband.

59. I count my blessings twofold, honey because you brought light and fragrance into my life on the hardest of days. Happy birthday to you, love.

60. I wish you the most beautiful days of your life because you are the most amazing human ever. Have a great day, my prince charming.

61. Even if I were reincarnated as a woman multiple times and found you every time, I would never marry anyone else. Happy birthday to you.

62. Thank you for being devoted, supportive, enthusiastic, compassionate, creative, strong and resourceful. You are an amazing human being and I love you more than anything.

63. I feel safe and prepared for any obstacle with you by my side. You are a fantastic teammate, and I love you for that. Happy birthday, dear.

64. I celebrate you every day, so there is no need to limit my celebration to one day. But let me take this opportunity to remind you how deeply I love you. Happy birthday, dear!

Best birthday messages and wishes for Mother

Whether you agree or disagree with me, mothers are the best! If the mother you have is not your best, that's huge! Mothers are truly God's gift to us. Mothers know how to shed tears and smile when necessary. They give so freely for you when no one else will. They sacrifice a lot to make you happy. Mothers are gold! They deserve the best! 65. Despite being the best mom in the world, I can't express how much I love you enough to wish you an amazing birthday.

66. I appreciate how patient and loving you have been with me. Thank you for letting me wish you a wonderful birthday.

67. It is the greatest honor of my life to celebrate my mother's birthday. She is the most wonderful mother a person could ask for.

68. Cheers to a terrific birthday and a successful year to come for the best mom in the world.

69. In return, I wish you all the happiness on your birthday. I am extremely lucky to have a mother like you who is caring, kind, and giving.

70. Mom is a great mother who brought me into this world and has loved me ever since. And to your mom for bringing you into this world, which gave us the opportunity to celebrate your birthday today.

71. Having been born to you makes me feel more blessed than I could not imagine. Happy birthday to my great Mom

72. Your love and guidance led me to where I am today, and I would like to express my gratitude for your birthday.

73. My mom, you always put in a lot of effort to make this day special, but now it's my turn to make it memorable.

Happy birthday funny note for wife

After spending a long time married to one's sweetheart, you might want to express your gratitude, show your love and give her additional attention whenever there is another reason to celebrate. On her birthday, you will obviously want to look for a unique present, yet it is important that you also share your thoughts.

If your wife doesn't want a physical gift, or if you don't have one, here are dozens of birthday wishes for her that you can use as inspiration or use as is. It's the acknowledgment or attention she gets from you that really makes her birthday magical.

74. It is the one day out of the year I put my wife's mother-in-law in my prayers. Happy birthday, sweetheart!

75. PI is like how much I love you, darling wife: endless and never-ending.

76. Unless I use Nutella on my toast or ice cream on my apple pie, I wouldn't eat my honeybun without you. Happy Birthday, my beautiful wife.

77. The only thing better than bacon… and that's a lot… is my love for you.

78. Thank you for being the only copilot I'd ever want. Happy Birthday

79. Happy Birthday to my beautiful, thoughtful, intelligent wife! I am lucky enough to be your husband…but you only surpassed my luck by being mine!

Funny wishes for daughter's birthday

Here you will find an impressive range of heartwarming happy birthday funny messages for daughters to inspire you. Whether you're looking for a short message to send or a thoughtful card, you'll find something here to suit your needs.

80. Our beautiful daughter celebrated her birthday today! We love you so much, Mom and Dad!

81. Getting you the best present possible makes my day complete. Wish you a day filled with sunshine, rainbows, laughter, and fun!

82. Happy birthday to our daughter, we wish you all the best.

83. We are so happy to have you in our lives, Sweetie! We're so glad you're kind, fun, and crazy!

84. My dear daughter, I hope your day is as wonderful as you are, as shiny as your doll’s grin. Thanks for everything.

85. Having you in it makes the world a better place! Although we need to be smarter in handling you and our dishes has been a challenge. Happy birthday, lovely daughter!

86. Thank you for being such an amazing friend and we wish you a wonderful birthday. Love from Mom and Dad

87. I love having you as a daughter. Thank you for being mine. Happy birthday darling, love from Mom.

Birthday funny wishes for daughter-in-law

You can find so many amazing funny happy birthday wishes and messages for your daughter-in-law right here on our website. Make sure you take advantage of them and send them to her!

You can pick from our extensive collection of original birthday wishes to transform your beloved daughter-in-law’s birthday into an unforgettable experience she will cherish for years to come.

88. It's a wonderful birthday wish to a daughter-in-law blessed to have such a great mother and father-in-law.

89. Thank you so much for not being a malicious daughter-in-law towards me on your birthday, dearest. I can't thank you enough.

90. Thank you so much for putting my son on the map. Without you, he would certainly be nothing - just as teens would be nothing without smartphones and social media accounts. Happy birthday!

91. The idea that daughter-in-laws are wicked and difficult is wrong. May the good Lord bless you abundantly for not being a witchy in-law. Have a great birthday.

92. Have a wonderful birthday! Did you know that science-backed studies have proven over and over again that too many birthdays lead to premature death?

93. While we celebrate your birthday, dear daughter-in-law, I find my mind wondering about the rumors that you were so old your first car was a covered wagon. I hope you will take this opportunity to clarify that issue once and for all!

humorous birthday messages for Mother-in-law

Birthdays are the most glorious days on earth and so, without doubt, they are always special to the individual who celebrates them. So, a funny message of happy birthday and a lovely wish to your MIL on her birthday would really make her happy and tell her that you love her, too.

94. In honor of your birthday, I am sending you a belated birthday message. I hope you accept it ma.

95. Enjoy your birthday, no matter how noisy we are. May you find the energy and patience to put up with our annoying habits. Happy birthday.

96. How wonderful my mother-in-law is, she is just terrific, and I'm sure she will serve me a bottle of Fanta today.

97. Mother-in-law, I couldn't have given you a better birthday gift than the precious daughter you gave me. I can only strive to be the son you never had. Happy birthday, mom!

98. You seem to be defying the laws of aging; you seem to be turning back the clock. If there is some secret to this, please share it with me. Happy birthday.

99. Lastly, I want you to know I really appreciate you not executing me while I slept for taking your precious daughter and I am so thankful I still have a wonderful mother-in-law.

How to wish your boss in a funny tone?

A leader's job can be challenging, but it can also be rewarding. Keeping clients satisfied and having respect from employees is important for success on the job. You should let your boss know he/she is appreciated and that you are happy to work together, especially on his/her birthday. You will not only make your boss's day more exciting by sending happy birthday funny messages, but you may even brighten your own, as well.

100. During this intensive year, your support has been vital to many people and the company. Thank you for everything you do.

101. You are an example of all that is good in this company, and I see you making smart decisions all the time that benefit both the company and our clients. You truly are a great role model for us all.

102. We are so grateful to you for being such a blessing in our lives! You are a treat and a blessing.

103. Congratulations on your birthday to someone who makes every day go by without any bumps and plenty of laughter!

104. Let's take this day to honor you and your excellent leadership!

105. Your leadership stands out! Happy birthday and here's to many more years of fabulous leadership!

106. What does it matter if we don't visit you anymore? It's true! You're the best boss around.

107. What does it matter if we don't visit you anymore? It's true! You're the best boss around.

Funny happy birthday to co-worker

If you work together with unity and uniformity for 8+ hours daily, then you have spent one-third of your life together with your colleague. Your colleague also needs to be congratulated on their birthday with funny happy birthday messages.

108. Throughout your life, I wish you many adventures, heartfelt moments, and many more milestones. Happy Birthday.

109. You make this place tolerable - and that is hard to do! Happy Birthday! Come grab some lunch or drinks soon!

110. A birthday is a reminder that the world is waiting for you to dream, to move forward, to fulfill your dreams. Happy birthday!

111. Congratulations, we're not sure how old you are yet. Only you, God, and Human Resources know your true age.

112. I am honored to work with you, thank you so much for all of your help and guidance, and I wish you a happy birthday.

113. Progress is a matter of faith, unity, and patience. I wish you great success as long as you hold onto these principles. Happy Birthday.

114. Congratulations to my wonderful coworker who celebrates his or her bi-annual birthday today! Good luck and happiness in the years to come!

115. Congratulations to our very special colleague. Wishing you and your family the most abundant blessings and may your life always be filled with joy.

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To All The Boys I've Loved Before (Part 45)

There's not much she learns at the office that she doesn't already know - and the things she does learn, she doesn't really want to know (see: Vinnie Van Lowe singing Private Eyes).

And so she asks him, simply and directly to let her help on a case or go on a stakeout, all she needs to do is know how to use a camera (she doesn't mean to brag but her photography skills are enough to be called skills).

She's not surprised that he's surprised, she's been here for all of three days. He tells her, emphatically, that photography isn't all that's to it before shrugging in agreement that she can tag along and learn the ropes.

She wishes she could learn from anyone other than Vinnie Van Lowe but Vinnie is all she has.

He plays the fool; get's people's guard down and let's them underestimate him to get the information he needs. She's always found it infuriating that her brain was judged by her petite figure and blonde hair. She learns now that it's not a weakness; it's a weapon.

--vm--

She meets Duncan at Java the Hut, she doesn't have much of an appetite - hasn't had much of an appetite since that night in Aspen - but she gets cake, the chocolate kind that should help make her feel better (she doesn't think anything would).

Duncan orders pie and coffee and it feels like it's been forever since they've hung out (it kind of has been).

They're across each other with badly sung karaoke as background noise. "Is it me or does karaoke night attract every Tritons reject?"

"We've got to put our musical aspirations somewhere," he cracks a smile with his joke.

"I still can't believe you wanted to be a Triton, am I gonna see you on America's got Talent next?"

"Oh, so you don't think I've got talent?"

"Prove me wrong, Kane."

"Like you're so much better."

"Child, please, I could give the Tritons a run for their money."

He laughs. "So how's it feel to be a part of the working class?"

"I feel more like a trainee than anything else. It's different," she says. She wants to add, the realm of ethics doesn't seem to exist, manipulation is a rite of passage and being a girl has more perks than she's ever taken credit for. But she knows she can't tell Duncan any of that. He wouldn't understand this part of her, she's not even sure she understands the lengths she'll go to to find out the truth.

"As long as you're happy," he says, sweet smile and caring blue eyes.

She nods, offering an assuring smile and then asks, "Is everything going alright at home?"

Duncan shrugs. "Same ole' same ole'. Lilly's lashing out. Dad and mom fight about it. I've kind of tuned it out."

"Ah," she lets out, fork carving out a piece of her chocolate cake. "The perks of having your mother run off on you. No more middle of the night arguments."

Duncan gives an uncomfortable chuckle as he agrees with her. "Is everything okay with you and Logan?"

She bites her lip, despite all her efforts, Logan never left her mind. Logan's partly the reason she asked Duncan to hangout. She wanted to know the truth behind Lilly's actions. She wants to understand. She knows it wouldn't fix everything between them but needs to know for sure what had happened. She isn't all that surprised that Duncan doesn't know anything - if he did, he wouldn't be asking her that.

"We broke up."

Stopping mid bite of his pie, he stares at her with widen eyes and his mouth half open. She can see that he doesn't know what to say, so she continues, "In Aspen. Lilly was there. They were hugging, well past midnight. I freaked. Then Wallace said Logan had been gone all night. Logan wouldn't tell me why."

She hates that her breath stammers over Logan's name and that her heart betrays her all over again because all those feelings still rush up and she can't seem to get rid of it - no matter how hard she tries.

It takes him seconds to pull out of his thoughts "We have a cabin there," he says. "Not too far from the Casablancas. Dad went to LA so we decided not to go. Lilly must have decided that she really wanted to go. I'm sorry. But Logan never deserved you anyway. You were always too good for him."

She tries to smile and thank him but she can't get it out. She knows he's trying to make her feel like she'd made the right choice but it hurts. Despite it all, this isn't want she wants to hear about Logan. She doesn't want him to insult Logan. She doesn't know what she wants but she doesn't want that.

--vm--

Duncan drops her home and she waves him goodbye. At the very least, she's got her friend back.

"Honey, I'm home," Veronica calls out as she closes the door.

"So am I, honey," Meg says, bright smile and even brighter eyes.

Veronica turns, surprised eyes and growing smile. "Meg, you're home!" She laughs, disbelieving as rush to hug each other. "Oh my God. How are you here? I thought you were getting in on Friday."

"I finished my exams early," she grins, brushing Veronica's hair from her face. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

"I missed you so much," Veronica lets out, hugging her sister tight.

"I missed you too," Meg says, soft and heartwarming. "Why didn't you tell me you've got a job? With Vinnie Van Lowe, no less?" She asks, quizzing, the softness turned curious with a head tilt that hides none of the judgement.

"I was planning on starting next year. I was gonna tell you about it when you got home," she offers as retribution. "A job's a job. What does it matter if it's serving coffee in a restaurant or in an office?"

Her sister's brow arches up, doubting her words. "Is serving coffee really all you're doing?"

"The more the better, right?" Veronica shrugs as though she's indifferent to it but the more is the reason she decided on this job. "I spoke to dad about it, what's with the Spanish Inquisition anyway?"

"It's Vinnie Van Lowe. His work isn't all that kosher."

"We're not Jewish. Besides, in the grand scheme of things, he isn't even the worst person we know."

"These late nights are gonna affect your grades, did you even think about that?"

"My 4.0 GPA is still intact. Stanford's been my dream since elementary, Meg, I'm not gonna screw that up." She doesn't want to fight with Meg, she doesn't know why she this feels like a fight. She takes in a deep breath and lets out, "So how was your flight?"

--vm--

Veronica is happy Meg's home. She's missed her sister, she's saved up things she'd wanted to tell her. But maybe that's the problem.

It started with her job - which she hadn't meant to keep from Meg - it all happened so fast and it got to the point where she thought it'd be better to tell her once she came home.

There's a lot of things Veronica stored away in the back of her mind under things to share with Meg when she came home.

It doesn't go the way she plans; they don't eat ice cream and gossip or bake cookies and catch up. Meg notices changes and comments and all Veronica could think is I meant to tell you about that.

She feels bad about it. She does. But does Meg really have to get so snippy with her about it? It's hard remembering every little thing over the phone (and she admits that her getting a job falls into the list of big things but she doesn't know how to explain that working in the underbelly of Neptune is the only thing that makes her feel like she's doing something worthwhile).

There's nothing she can do about it now, she can't press rewind and include Meg in all of those moments that's passed. She thinks, she should have messaged her right away, taken pictures and shared these things with her.

Maybe then Meg wouldn't be staring so intently at Alicia and Keith during dinner. Maybe then Meg wouldn't flinch at her and Wallace's bunk mate jokes. Maybe then when Duncan came to return her bag she'd forgotten in his car, Meg wouldn't have stormed off into her room.

"I didn't know she was home," Duncan says, helpless.

"She came back early," Veronica lets out a heavy sigh.

She hadn't meant to not tell Meg that she'd hung out with Duncan. The whole situation with Duncan was awkward because there's so much between her and Duncan that Meg doesn't know about. There's so much in her life that Meg doesn't know about and she doesn't know how to explain any of it; the letters, Duncan, Logan, Lilly. She can't explain any of it. She just wants her sister back and for things to go back to normal - the way it was before she'd left to New York.

--vm--

"Hey, Sam," Veronica says to Vinnie who's leaning back on his chair with his legs up on his desk and a flyer in his hand as he chews on the last piece of his sandwich.

"Hey, Ralph," he grins. "Did you bring me gummy worms?"

She rolls her eyes and digs into her bag as she throws the small packet to him. "You're such a baby."

"You're gonna want snacks on today's case," he says, already ripping the packet open. "Tailing and stakeouts, VMars. The only thing worse is the paperwork."

"Which you never bother to do anymore," she points out, looking pointedly at the growing paperwork on his desk.

"It's what I got you for," he quips, getting up on his feet.

"So what do we have?"

"Classic, cheating spouse."

--vm--

She gets a flask full of coffee as preparation for the stakeout and an apple if she gets hungry.

"You had to bring your dog, huh?" Vinnie shakes his head, looking at the brown pitbull who stares at him, daring him to move.

"Dad's condition is to take Backup," she shrugs, she has a bag set for Backup; water, dog treats and his rope to chew on while they waited.

She should have taken a look at the case, asked for more details but she'd been fidgeting with equipment and learning about bugs, tracers and hidden cameras in ordinary objects.

So it takes her by surprise when she realizes that they've stopped in front of Kane Software. She's completely thrown when she learns that their target is none other than Software Billionaire Jake Kane himself.

Veronica scoffs, disbelieving. She knew that their family had their issues, Duncan used to come by just to get away from it all but she never thought that Jake Kane would do something like this to his family. Wasn't he the poster man for family guy?

"Are you seriously telling me that the beloved Jake Kane is cheating on his wife?"

Vinnie shrugs, unphased. "You'll be surprised what people are capable of."

She blinks, staring at the large glass window and the silhouette of a man leaving the office. She's lived with an alcoholic until she abandoned them without so much as a goodbye. She shouldn't be surprised of what people can be capable of. But here she is, still surprised.

"Why would Celeste even think he's cheating on her?"

He shakes his head, eyes in front as he starts the engine to follow Jake Kane. Vinnie had lo-jacked Jake's car, so they could follow him without being seen.

Lo-jacking was convenient like that. She thinks if regular people knew how to use them, private investigators would be out of a lot of work.

"Wrong Kane," he cocks his head. "Lilly Kane is the one that hired us."

Veronica's brows crease, eyes stare wide in surprise but Vinnie doesn't notice or care as he continues, "Says she caught him in Aspen with some hussy, wants us to find out who it is. She left before he saw her. Lucky for us she didn't get any pictures to go along with her accusations."

Her heart thumps wildly in her heart and everything starts to make sense. This was why. This had to be why. Lilly hated her mother but she loved her father. If she saw her father with another woman, that kind of betrayal would make any girl cry.

She wishes Logan would have told her, cleared it up that the reason he was with Lilly was because she found out her father cheated. She wouldn't have expected Logan to turn Lilly away when he's been through the same thing.

Why couldn't Logan have just trusted her and told her the truth? She would have understood. She understands. How could she begrudge them for this? She knows what it's like to be betrayed by a parent too. Why couldn't he have just trusted her with the truth? Fight to clear up the misunderstandings she had instead of letting her walk away - walk away from him - them.

They follow him all the way to Camelot and Veronica knows that Jake Kane is guilty. You didn't have to be a private detective to know what goes on at the Camelot motel.

"Guess the girl was right," Vinnie remarks. "Not a lot of high powered business meetings take place at the Camelot at one in the morning."

She angles the camera to face the motel, ready to get the money shot, she doesn't know how long it would be and she figures this is what Vinnie means when he says it's boring but she watches the door like a hawk while Vinnie yaps at either her or Backup and eats his candy.

She doesn't say much of anything as she tries to concentrate because all she can think about is Logan.

"Keep the camera, ready, Mars," he reminds, chewing on liquorice when he sees Jake exit the room.

"All right lady, let’s see ya," Veronica blows out, snapping several pictures but the woman in question never comes into view. It's only when she snaps pictures of Jake climbing down the stares and driving away that she sees a familiar car. She snaps a picture of the license plate and sucks in a breath. She knows this car. She knows this license plate; 4VG-000.

She stares back at the room, takes another deep breath and says, "I know who he's with."

"You do?" He arches a brow, staring at her expectantly to share the information.

She meets his gaze and lets out, "It's my mom."

She jumps out of the car, ignoring the sound of Vinnie calling her name and she's racing up the stairs. She takes a moment, staring at the number on the door before she knocks.

She doesn't know what to expect or what to say but her mother is here in Neptune. Anger guts at her, she's here in Neptune for Jake Kane and not her - for their family. Did Lianne even qualify as family anymore?

The door opens after two knocks and even though Veronica knew her mother was on the other side of this door, she feels the air being knocked out of her.

"Veronica," her mother says, stunned and then repeats her name in that motherly tone that she has no right to use anymore.

Veronica's words are caught in her throat and she just stands there, staring and Lianne shifts uncomfortably at the door before offering her entrance.

"What are you doing with Jake Kane?"

Her eyes strain with unsheathed tears. This woman abandoned them when they needed her the most. This woman that decided to get her life together for another family instead of her own. Only to apparently rip it apart for Jake Kane.

Why would she come back to Neptune for Jake Kane and not for us? That's the real question she wants to ask.

"Why don't you sit? Do you want some water?" Lianne asks, evasive and nervous as she fidgets about.

"No, I asked you a question," Veronica stares at her, trying to reign in her emotions and look as intimidating as possible.

"I'm sorry, honey," Lianne says, soft whisper and helpless look in her eye as she reaches to touch her.

Veronica jerks back, breathing turns into a ragged mess that she has to concentrate on to not fall apart. "Don't," she warns. "All we ever did was love you. And all you ever did was love yourself," she can't hide the disgust in her voice.

She'd spent all her years thinking of questions for her mother that she'd laid them to rest when she saw her with her new family - but here Lianne was; lying, cheating, drinking and falling back into old patterns.

"Do you know that Meg lives in New York now? She's studying journalism and she's been more of a mother to me than you ever were. Heather's top of her grade, she's funny and smart and she'll be just like dad and nothing like you. We're all doing fine without you," she tells her, angry tears falling down her face as she gets the words out.

She shouldn't feel guilty when Lianne starts to cry. She shouldn't listen to Lianne’s excuses and life's regrets. But she does. She stands and listens to what Lianne has to say; she talks about how her husband was a con artist that's imprisoned and her step daughter's following in his footsteps. She talks about Hunter; the half brother she's never met. She talks about Jake Kane, how they were so in love as high school sweetheart and a man she could never stop loving no matter how hard she tried. She talked about leaving for herself and not because of any of them. She talks about her addictions and not being strong enough to fight it.

Veronica silently listens (despite her need to scream and fight every sentence that comes out of her mother’s mouth) and then tells her to never come back into their lives and to never come back to Neptune.

She always wished her mother would come back. She knows now that she never wants her to.

The bridges between them had burned to ash a long time ago. She couldn't go back in time. She couldn't fix what had gone wrong. She couldn't make Lianne love her more than her addictions.

She doesn't want anything to do with Lianne Mars or Lianne Scott or whatever she goes by now and she doesn't want her to come back into their lives only to mess it up again. Her family deserved better than that.

--vm--

She sits on the hood of her car outside of Logan's house with only the moonlight and streetlamps to give her light.

He hurries out in a track pants and hoodie, face etched in concern, rightly so, considering she hasn't spoken to him in days, ignoring all points of contact and now she's outside his house at three in the morning - she’s sure she’s woken him from his sleep but he looks as alert as ever.

"You knew, didn't you?" She accuses, wounds fresh and eyes vengeful. "You knew about Jake and my mother and you didn't tell me."

"I'm so sorry," Logan says, anguish and concern behind brown eyes. "I didn't know if it was really your mom. I needed to know before I told you anything," he confesses. "How'd you find out?"

He says I but she knows he means we (the we being him and Lilly).

"It was my job to find out," she grits, she sounds harsh and she knows it's unfair because she's not angry at him, she's angry at her mother. She's angry at this situation. "I started working for Vinnie."

He stares at her, soft and concern apparent. "I thought you were starting next year."

She takes a breath, trying to calm herself down. "I needed to focus on something that wasn't you," she confesses, voice dipped low but the words come clear in the silence of the night.

Hope resides in his eyes, he steps closer to her, hugging her and she lets him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I let things get this way. I'm sorry about your mom."

"I know," she whispers, warm breath sinking into his chest.

"All I care about is you, Veronica," he whispers, forehead resting on hers as the warmth of his hands comfort her. "All Lilly and I did was talk about her dad, her family, she thought the person he was with was your mom but it's been years since she's seen her. I needed to be sure, to have proof before I said anything about it which is why I told her to go to Vinnie."

"I wish you'd told me," she lets out, exhausted. "I wish you'd came to me and let me help figure it out."

"I didn't want you to get hurt." He tucks her hair behind her ears and rests his palm on her cheek.

"I got hurt anyway," she says, voice quiet. "I get it now that I know the truth but all you had to do was be honest with me and you didn't do that. I need honesty, no matter what. I need honesty so I can trust you."

He nods, head on hers, promising it all to her. "I hate that I hurt you when all I wanna do is protect you."

"I don't need protecting, Logan,” she says, tired breath escapes her as she looks into his eyes. “I just need you."

He pulls away slightly, kissing her hair and he can’t help himself but to ask, "Does this mean we're okay?"

She sighs. "We're going to be,” she tells him. “I just need some time."

"Take all the time you need," he presses a kiss to her forehead. "Just come back to me, please."

"Always," she leans into him and his arms wrap around her like he's welcoming her home. Like he is home.

#veronica mars #logan echolls #vinnie van lowe #duncan kane #meg manning #meg mars #lianne mars #inspired by to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys i've loved before #part 45 #vm #vmars #vm fanfic #fanfiction #vm fic

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youcantunringthebell · 5 years

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The Lyin’ King

This is the 99 percent true* story of a friendship that was at least 50 percent false.

Surprising, because I never thought of myself as a gullible person. Shouldn’t a newspaper reporter have the strongest bullshit detector imaginable? (Yes, there was the time my colleagues convinced me the boss was forcing us into “treadmill meetings,” but in all fairness, she seemed to have some body image issues, and the company gym was right there.) In situations where things seem ideal, though, I’m often the first to Google that shit and start finding the flaws.

Except for with Leo. **

I met him through my ex-husband, but after a handful of happy hours, he was more my friend that my ex’s. We had something in common: Upbringing in ultra-conservative Christian families followed by fallout when we left those systems. He was coming out as gay and leaving the church, I could help him navigate that and, being newly divorced, I had a lot of time on my hands. We bonded over mutual rejection and our newfound addiction to online dating.

I try not to use the word “perfect,” because a Buddhist friend reminds me that nothing on this earthly plane fits that description. But Leo was perfect: young, model-gorgeous with a wardrobe to match. Charming in any social situation. Wickedly funny, useful in a crisis, an attentive listener. Go places with Leo and, over time, you will meet literally hundreds of people drawn into his light. Some of them get to stay. It’s intoxicating.

He barely made an effort at work and won employee of the year consecutively. Eventually, he earned a lofty position that absolutely nothing on his resume would demonstrate he could fill, and his bosses loved him there, too. He sang beautifully, danced sexily, painted passably. He ran marathons and lifted weights. Leo even perfectly curated his imperfection, to wit, a scar that came with a hilarious story about a brown recluse hiding in old pants.

He lived with my husband and me briefly, between men, but there were usually men. Never as attractive, typically more accomplished, although that second requirement could be suspended if it looked like the other option was extended singleness. So when Leo started talking about the man he would marry, I burst out laughing and told him he was full of shit. He started crying because I didn’t believe him. I begged him to forgive me.

Looking back, that should have told me something.

Because if Leo had been sitting on a computer in Nigeria emailing me that he was a displaced prince and needed my bank account number so he could reclaim his lost wealth, I’m not completely sure I wouldn’t be bankrupt right now.

The new boyfriend was close to becoming a doctor. The Doctor told me his medical specialty was hugging — that’s how earnest this guy was. He and Leo moved to another state for a residency and, sure enough, got engaged soon after that move. I spoke at their wedding.

Their marriage didn’t last long. Something was always wrong with The Doctor. He wasn’t attentive enough. He walked funny. He overspent. Leo had to take a second job — working weekends at conferences around the globe — to pay the bills. He texted me pictures of scenery in exotic locales. “This looks fun, but you seem angry all the time now,” I told him. Of course he was angry, living with all the stress of keeping them afloat, Leo said.

They got divorced, and Leo announced he was moving home to Nashville, but first he had to move in with a co-worker suffering from a brain tumor to see her through it, plus he was getting more involved in church and going to therapy. No more men, he said, just work, caretaking and the spritual journey of self-discovery for him. Every single phone call came back to the church, therapy or the friend with cancer. I started to feel petty, wanting Leo to come home when there was such important work where he was. Our conversations got awkward.

“Leo always reminds me we’re best friends, but I don’t think I know him at all anymore,” I told my husband. He shrugged. Friendships change, he said.

Instead of Leo moving back to Nashville, The Doctor moved back. Leo called, frantic, with the news. Turns out the doctor had been cheating on him all along with a colleague! He stole all Leo’s money! Leo was ruined! Wasn’t it awful?

So when The Doctor, who worked less than a quarter-mile from my office, texted that we should have coffee now that he was back, I ignored that asshole. A few months later, when he texted that he was thinking about me and asked how I was, I wrote back, “Fine, thanks.” This slow thaw went on for about a year, and eventually it seemed nuts NOT to just forgive him and have coffee. Let he among us who hasn’t cheated for the length of a marriage and then left our spouse destitute cast the first stone, right?

The first half-hour our visit, we discussed weather and work. The Doctor finally introduced the elephant.

“Why do you think Leo and I got divorced?” he asked.

“That’s not important,” I said. “Water under the bridge.”

“I seriously want to know,” he said.

I considered for a moment. “Because you’re a compulsive philanderer and thief?”

The Doctor looked prepared for that answer. No, he said. Just the opposite.

And through a series of lunches with The Doctor plus light stalking, I learned that many things Leo told me since he moved were lies. The weekend conference job was a cover for an affair that predated the marriage — The Doctor figured that out thanks to an unexpected credit card statement. It was a man The Doctor knew as a family friend, a straight husband and father. That meant the pictures sent to me were probably from Google Images. Leo’s co-worker with cancer probably never actually had cancer, and if she did, her daughter already lived in the same apartment.

There really was a church, turns out, because Leo and his lover joined it on the same day, according to an online bulletin.

I started to investigate some stories that didn’t have to do with Leo’s marriage. More lies. The timing on my Nancy Drew act was bad, because Leo was hopping a plane home to see a concert with me the next week.

I emailed him what I’d found out, too afraid I’d fall apart during a phone call, and apologized for the times I came off as judgmental about other people’s affairs. It was none of my business, I wrote, and I could see where it made it impossible to tell me what was going on. We set a time to talk, and Leo tearfully copped to the affair, but nothing else.

“What made you think you couldn’t just tell me the truth?” I asked.

“I always wanted to be so perfect.” He was crying, struggling to get the words out. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be my friend anymore.”

We were silent for a moment, and then I heard a muffled, cheerful greeting. “I’ll be in there in a sec!” Leo shouted. No tears.

“Where are you?” I asked.

He was outside a wedding shower and had to go. “I assume, in light of all this, I shouldn’t come to Nashville,” he said.

“Of course you should still come!” I said. “You need to come now more than ever so we can figure out what the hell happened between us.”

He sent the text a few hours before I was supposed to pick him up from the airport: I’m being called last minute to work one of those conferences, and with my financial situation, I can’t afford to say no.

Even with the truth in the open — realizing that I knew the conferences never existed and The Doctor hadn’t stolen from him — he retreated into the lie. It was like he had no choice. I couldn’t stop staring at my phone.

The way my decade-long friendship with Leo ended shook me for about a year. Now that he was gone, my friends who knew him could step forward with their own experiences. I could look back on things he said and see the cracks. I’ve never felt more stupid. Mostly, my feeling was that because he was so beautiful and charming and talented, and because I am a fat, middle-aged lady with a few jokes and decent writing ability, I never allowed myself to be skeptical with him for fear he’d stop talking to me. I believed someone else with more self-esteem who was a little brighter would have seen right through Leo. This isn’t me being self-deprecating, this is how I actually saw it.

With a few years’ perspective and after meeting a couple more Leos subsequently, I have a theory. I think there may be a lot of Leos out there among us.

Those of us raised ultra conservative, who wake up to the damage that extremism does, face a choice. The day comes where we either speak our truths and stop accommodating the family system, or we always keep a little bit of a lie going so we can keep their favor. Leo was like that. Once he told his family he was gay and they could live with that, he had to construct a perfect gay marriage to a perfect candidate. It couldn’t be troubled like other marriages. There couldn’t be an affair. It had to be perfect.

But those of us who stop accommodating, who say you’re wrong and refuse to support even the slightest vestige of that system, who take our lumps and live with the displeasure ... we get to be rigorously honest. Once we’ve made a stand that life-changing, it no longer matters what our friends, or our boss, or anyone thinks.

We’ve earned our truth. And we may live so strongly in that truth, it seems impossible for someone we love to be enmeshed in lies. We may be completely taken in by that person.

And that’s OK. Maybe even beautiful.

* I’ve changed one name.

** That’s the name.

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ffxiv-angora · 6 years

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LFRP - Wyra’to Polaali

Name: Wyra’to Polaali

Nickname: Toto (Only his brothers are allowed to call him this)

Age: 30

Race: Miqo’te (Moonkeeper)

Gender: Male

Server: Balmung Wyra'to is a grumpy, scruffy mercenary who helps out at his brother’s cafe when he's not traveling for work. He spent most of his adult life on the hunt for his younger brother who was thought to be dead after he disappeared in an accident. This required abandoning his older brother as well, but all three boys are finally back together again. Even though he doesn't travel nearly as much as he used to, he still manages to get himself into trouble somehow.

The majority of this post will be under the cut, but I am going to go ahead and include the art credits here above it:

@etherelle-art/ @etherelle-ffxiv (#2 - #8) & @krederic (#1)

Physical Appearance

Hair: A teal-green color. It’s rather messy most of the time and kept back in a loose ponytail.

Eyes: Matches the color of his hair, though is a slightly brighter shade.

Height: 5’ 2”

Build: Short in stature for a male miqo’te, but also very muscular.

Distinguishing Marks: He has 3 black markings on the bridge of his nose along with one on his forehead. There are also black markings under his eyes common in Miqo’te. There is a thin beard on his chin that he tries his best to keep looking decent. His face has 2 scars that cross over each other on one cheek, the majority of his scars are on his torso and hands. His knuckles and hands are heavily scarred but it is usually hidden under his gloves. His tail is a bit ragged with one spot in particular towards the middle where the fur is growing back strangely due to scarring.

Common Accessories:

Lance: His trusty lance that he’s had for years. It is usually strapped to his back wherever he goes. Despite its age, it's in very good condition thanks to how well he takes care of it.

Picture: Toto often keeps a picture of him and his brothers tucked away in his vest when he is away from him to remind himself that he finally has someone waiting for him back home now. It's usually kept to himself, but after a couple of beers he can pull it out and drunkenly gush about his brothers.

Small dagger: Used for a variety of things and is usually tucked into his boot.

Journal: Not often seen. He’ll use it to write down notes, his thoughts, and sometimes doodle. Before, it was used to keep track of any and all leads he got while searching for his siblings.

Relationships

Spouse: None.

Children: None.

Parents: Wyra and Pahja’a (has not seen them in years and doesn't plan to)

Siblings: Wyra’a, Wyra’li, Radha

Other Relatives: There’s a lot...he's got some cousins, uncles, aunts, etc.

Pets: None

Personal

Profession: When not helping with Wyra’li’s restaurant, he's usually doing a mercenary job or two that he finds posted up somewhere. There are times that he's forced to do darker jobs for a group of people who have him trapped in an agreement, but he tries to keep that side hidden. Especially from his brothers.

Magic: Wyra’to is not magically inclined. Due to an accident in their childhood though, he has discovered that he can harden the aether his blood into a teal crystal when he slices his knuckles, making crystal claws of sorts. Even then, he usually needs aether crystals to make it happen and is left weakened afterwards.

Hobbies: Wyra’to does do much outside of helping his brother, working, and sleeping in strange places. He has become quite fond of making tiny wood carvings while bored, though. Another favorite pastime of his is tormenting his little brother with his most hated food: fish.

Location: He is most often found at the Bistro Fork in the Lavender Beds. If work calls for it, he will travel just about anywhere within Eorzea.

Fears: Explosions, losing his brothers again, his mother, pitch black darkness

Fighting style: Wyra’to’s main weapon is the lance, but he has more fun when using his fists to get up close and personal. He can easily switch between the two if the situation calls for it. His dagger can also be whipped out in a moments notice when he needs to fight in close quarters but his fists aren't cutting it. If he's fighting hand-to-hand, he will usually be wearing his gloves that have a plate of metal over the knuckles and top of the hand. Or just plain metal gauntlets if he really wants to ruin someone's day.

Tag: http://ffxiv-angora.tumblr.com/tagged/Wyra%27to

Pictures

Outfits: (1) (2) (3) (4)

Various pieces of art of Wyra’to: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

Hooks

Wyra’to spends a majority of his time hanging around the Bistro Fork. So he can be spotted in the lavender beds or even handing out fliers in the major cities when his younger brother has gotten sick of him.

He sometimes posts up “Work Wanted” posters with various ways to contact him. He’ll do just about anything sent his way.

Wyra’to is dumb and gets hurt often. It's possible he could stumble his way into your character’s clinic.

If your character is sensitive to aether, they may be able to sense that something is a bit strange with his. He sometimes can find himself in situations involving voidsent that he can't even see coming.

He does get some jobs that require taking out a target. That target could happen to be your character, or they might spot him in the act of finishing the job.

Wyra'to doesn't drink out in public too often, but when he does, he does it loudly and he stands out in a crowd. Maybe even starting a brawl or two.

He has connections to the black market/underground of Ul’dah so its possible your character has seen or heard of him.

OOC info

About Me: Hello! You can call me Lavi or Angora, I don’t mind either. I currently live in Arizona, which is on PST at the moment. I work in retail, so my available days/times shifts around a lot. I have quite a bit of free time still, though. Feel free to give me a poke on Tumblr, Discord, etc. any time. I’m always up to chat. I left the RP scene almost 2 years ago at this point and have lost most/all of my RP contacts so I’d love to meet some new people and get involved with some plots! Maybe even join a RP FC again. I’m still working on regaining my writing motivation and I’m a bit rusty, so bare with me. Contact me Via: Tumblr: @ffxiv-angora Discord: Lavi#1396 In Game: Angora Khilo or Wyra’to Polaali

#FFXIV #ffxiv rp #balmung #wyra'to

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automaticdreamertimetravel · 4 years

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You're in a big city, bustling away in cabs, subways, juggling between morning coffees and missed brunches, calling out your apologies to people you haven’t met in ages or you could be in a small town, tending away your yard, cleaning the porch, picking up kids from school, basically, being anywhere, being in existence, happy, though, wherever you belong, living your daily routine, day after day, night after night.

And one day, you’re browsing the internet and you’re reading a few posts about letting off some steam and amongst the bunch of ideas that surf up the google search, someone comes along to pop up the question, when was the last time you were on a mission “break?"

And now you start thinking.

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Imagine resting your head in a place like this for a while? Imagine pausing the "routine" to take a breather in the patio, grilling away your hamburgers with your family or friends, taking that long evening walk afterwards, calling it an early night with a few laughs from watching your favourite sitcom, tucking in finally, lights out and to wake up early over the east coast to prepare for a morning of a newfound trail exploration, coming back in the noontime to have a heart lunch at a Bar and Grill and signing-off with some lazy golfing.

Why don’t you scroll up and read that part again for what you’re going to read next, may sound too good to be true.

Imagine, all of this, everything that you read above, everything that you’d seen above, every sentence, every emotion, every feeling and every picture, to be a reality. Am I kidding?

Welcome to Mission, Texas. A place where the picture painted from the words you just read is, in fact, an epitome of truth. In this tucked away town near the east coast, you find this pearl in the ocean, in Hillcrest, at your service, by a superhost (really a superhost!) to make you feel at ease, a place that definitely will prove to be a necessary change of scenery from your life of routine. You can visit here for a weekend with your friends, relax away your pining week or treat your family with a week full of bonding time and activities or hey! Stay in for a month! Connecting remotely with the world, with a fresh view, giving your work life a fresher perspective. You’re more than welcome to avail the beautiful services, enjoy the comfort and explore the beautiful town of Mission, Texas.

Mission is one of the fastest growing city in the country and thanks to worldwide web, you can see that for yourself. The accessibility to various amenities is only a few minutes away and our place, in Mission, is located very near to all the utilities one might need for the comfort living.

I know, it is so easy to read all of this from where you are, it is so easy to close the tabs, book an Uber and move to your next meeting place, continue the reading the article and forget about our well imagined place.

Allow me to bring you back to our fantasy-land.

It is just as simple in Mission. We just read a lot about change in landscapes, laughing away weekends with friends and probably dreaming about that candle light dinner in the beautiful patio with your spouse while the kids are tucked away, working remotely through a month in a new place (which, sir, happens a lot here) and what good will that be if the world was disconnected?

We got you there, didn’t we? No worries! We have you covered, already.

The location of our BnB is absolutely convenient for easy access to transportation services which is going to be a smooth experience, thanks to the fast internet connectivity with our Wi-Fi. The suite is complete with a sweet bonus of Netflix and Amazon Prime. We sure know that at times, you may be away and the familiar feeling of the “chill” can come with some subscription TV.

Let’s talk about some sweet sins, our indulgences, about a camaraderie of cuisines, the suite is equipped with complete kitchen appliances and accessories, a full set of refrigerator, a freezer, electric burners, fryers, oven, dishes, linens and more. We are insane aren’t we? However, let me share about the time when we were setting the place up with my family and we really had a hard time with take-outs or dine-ins. The point is, if we have a completely serviced room with amenities, why not gear it up with some homely armament and by that we mean with some familial dining experience. It really is up to you to choose from all the options, we just ensure you don’t run out on those any time soon.

Boy, oh boy. That is a lot about our sweet suite, isn’t it? What do we do in Mission, now that we are here? Our family is looking for some peaceful, carefully paced track of fun. The friends would love to go a little crazy and if you’re on business, we are sure you’d love to be minding the business.

The city has a lot to offer. With the Birding center to South Texas Equestrian center and the butterfly park in vicinity, the younger ones would be enchanted by being closer to the zoological nature. Mission has its own bike and hike trail to explore that suits and is loved by both family and friends alike and my dear amigos, one of the most beautiful aspect of being in Mission is its access to another cultural paradigm, with our neighbours in the south right across the International Reynosa bridge, you can taste and experience Mexico’s best in a matter of minutes!

Here’s the deal. You did not just read about what a place, a building in that place and the people around have to offer. No. You just had an elaborate discussion with us about a highly desired, make-believe place that turned into a reality right before your eyes in a matter of minutes and in the next few moments, you will have the urge to come around to see this imagination-place for real. You want to? Right? Okay look, here’s a sneak-peek, just for you, click here and you’ll see the beauty in the truth of the words come to life.

Now, if you’re reading this, I’m about to share a very personal story. It’s a fun one, yes, but it’s personal. If you want to check out the beautiful Hillcrest suite in Mission, Texas, please go ahead, and I can share my story with in person. If you’re going to be waiting with me for a while, I’ll just take a few more moments before I see you in Hillcrest.

You see, I am not the host. That’s Ramon. Great chap, superhost, you will see that when you speak to him, he is prompt, kind, has worked really hard to put together one of most comfortable BnB’s you’ll ever come across. Those pictures you saw above? Yeah, that’s Ramon’s craft and I have heard he’s got more such gems of sweet spaces hidden away in different parts of the country. We’ll get to that soon.

I’m not speaking on behalf of Mission either, I’m not the sheriff. The town’s credibility speaks for itself. One of the safest border cities, that it is, I have even heard people enquire if we have a store around, so, hush, keep it a secret for as long as you can because I would be spilling some loud beans about it, we have a Walmart right across from where I am right now, Dan just got off his duty, he’s the cashier, quite sharp with the numbers, hands out the exact change before it flashes up on the counter.

You see, I understand all of your concerns and wishes equally. You saw this city on the map and wondered if you’re going to have fun or going to have to make an about turn back to the “routine” so you asked around, found out whatever you could from the people who may have been around town or everything that may be heard from their peers.

Me, I have heard straight from the guests. How much they loved to be in this part of the country. Something they never thought America had hidden in its bosom. Yes, there’s the Big Apple and the Hollywood and the Sin City and they have their own charm but Mission, Mission has its own aura right here.

We have had friends spending weekends and towards the end, I see them walking away, happier than before. We have had families spending their days of joys right here and towards the end, I see them walking away, closer than before. I have had jacks of the trade, the business maestros spending months at a time, planning and crafting and creating the prospect of the future, right here, sometimes in the patio, sometimes at three in the morning, waking up with a Eureka moment, they leave too and I see them walk away, hopeful than before.

I am this suite of the Hillcrest in Mission, Texas and I have seen days become brighter than sun, shining out on people’s faces making way for others to follow and witness that much needed change, the much desired wishful thought come to life and be blessed because with every person that I had to see leave, I was eager for the next visitor to come by and feel the awe for you see, they too had a make-believe place that they once believed was too good to be true and I have seen their eyes switch beliefs as they walked past my doors into my abode, every-single-time.

And today, it is your turn.

We welcome you to Mission.

The hidden beauty, in your wait.

Reserve your days here.

For any information, please feel free to connect with our Superhost. He will be more than happy to help.

Thank you for your time.

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austinpanda · 4 years

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Dad Letter 030721

7 March, 2021

Dear Dad--

Today has gotten off to an auspicious start! Zach had a bad dream, which woke him up at 5:00 a.m., and when he tried to go back to sleep, Horta came into the room and started chirping for attention. It’s interesting that about two thirds of the time, it’s adorable when she does that. But the other third of the time, it makes him want to put her into a catapult and launch her into the sun. And since he was already cranky, he opted for the metaphorical catapult. Then he had to go to the grocery store, because it’s his turn, and he hates that, because if there’s any place where he’s going to catch Covid, it’s going to be the only public place he goes to any more, which is the grocery store. Then the store declined his debit card, even though he had sufficient funds, because this grocery store just does that sometimes. He had to put groceries on a different card, which fucks up another purchase he was going to use that card for.

Meanwhile, I’m just fine. Oh, I’m permanently stressed out over money, and I will be until I start getting paychecks again, but I don’t happen to be in mid-crisis right this minute. I spent the morning being a good spouse, cleaning the kitchen and making the bed, so Zach wouldn’t have to do it, thus (hopefully) providing the space needed to kick his foul mood, and it seems to be working. Now that he’s done catching Covid at the store, and we have more food in the house, the mood around here is considerably brighter.

Last weekend I vowed to do something over the next week that I could write about in this letter. In that endeavor, I failed utterly! Oh, several minor things happened, and the week wasn’t totally devoid of activity, but if I’d imagined taking a road trip to some scenic place and snapping a few awesome pictures...yeah, I did not do that. About the biggest event of this past week was getting turned down for emergency rent and utility assistance. That was a right proper kick in the happy sack.

What happened was this: I figured, since my retirement savings is about exhausted, and I haven’t found full-time online work yet, and I’m looking for online work because I haven’t been vaccinated yet, that the rental assistance program our landlords told us about might come in handy. I should get vaccinated in the next month or two, and this would help keep the bills paid until then. The problem was that we did not qualify, because we don’t count as people who have lost income due to Covid. We’ve only failed to gain income due to Covid, but no one got fired because of it. They also seem to assume that my retirement savings is large, if I was able to live off it for a year, and don’t seem interested in how small it may be now.

So...fair enough, ya buttholes. I shall accept it and move on. I’m applying for more jobs now. I have a phone interview on Tuesday for a job auditing at the local casino. That sounds like it might be fun! It’s not a job that involves customer interaction at all; it’s just a paperwork job, so I may be able to do it with a reasonable degree of safety, even if I have to start the job before I get vaccinated. It would be a place with TONS of workplace scrutiny involved; as with the customers, I assume everything I’ll ever do while working for a casino will be under surveillance video. Again, fair enough. Just make note where the video camera is that points at my desk, and learn which direction I have to turn, in order to scratch my nuts with discretion.

I’m not sure how a place like Bangor can even have a full-blown casino, given the size of the city, and the fact that Covid has been such a wrecking ball through the gaming and hospitality industries, but we do! It’s called Hollywood Casino Hotel & Raceway Bangor. Apparently the “raceway” part refers to a harness racing track it’s supposed to have, although I wasn’t aware that downtown Bangor had a casino AND a harness racing track, whatever the hell that is. (They get a bunch of harnesses and race them! I assume they put the harness on a horse.) I’ve already had one hilariously awkward conversation with the recruiter at the casino. I had applied for the position before I reached the point of actually wishing to get the job, so when the recruiter called me, I was earning money off Amazon MTurk doing timed jobs, I was right in the middle of one, and I was not prepared to make any decisions.

So he called to set up an interview, I didn’t know I wanted the job yet, and I was doing six things at once, and both cats picked that moment to assault me, and Zach came into the room. I believe I may have gotten my own name right, but little else. I figured the best option in that moment was to buy myself some time, so I asked if I could email him and let him know what I’d like to do. It felt very unimpressive. In theory, I suppose I’m supposed to respond by saying, “Yes, I want the job very much! Yes, I’d like to schedule an interview at your earliest convenience! Yes, I’m grateful for this opportunity to blah blah blah blah!”

So when I composed the email to the casino recruiter, whose name is Richard, I figured I already had one strike against me, and the chances of giving a good first impression had, by this point, shrunk to zero. I don’t mind being in that position, because it promotes honesty. I explained that, when he’d called, I was doing six things at once, including a series of timed jobs for Amazon, and so I wasn’t exactly prepared for the call. But I’m still interested in the position, and I’d be happy to set up an interview! I told him I didn’t have much experience auditing casino activity, but that I’m super fast with the computer, good with math, and I enjoy busywork. As it turns out, he wasn’t ready for me to answer the phone, either! When he wrote me back, after receiving my email, he said that he’d expected to leave me a voicemail and therefore was completely unprepared to actually speak to me. (Hooray! The call was a clusterfuck for both of us!) He suggested a few dates and times when we might interview over the phone, and we set it up.

If I get the job, I imagine what will happen is: I’ll drive to the casino every morning, walk past lots of desperate, sweaty gamblers, but I’ll feel great, because I know I’m going to leave the casino with more money than I came in with. I’ll go to a back office somewhere, under video surveillance, and I’ll work on Title 31 shit all day. Title 31 regulations are the ones for casinos that require them to track any transactions (money in or money out) greater than $10,000, for purposes of detecting and thwarting the use of casinos for money laundering. I looked it up.

So, wish me luck. In the meantime, I’m doing more timed jobs for Amazon. It is a very, very strange way to make money. The jobs I’ve been doing the most are for MIT in Cambridge. You are given four photos, and then the same four photos that have been altered in the same way. (Like...they’re all darker, or have more contrast, or less color saturation.) Your job is to describe that common change, including its emotional impact, in a sentence or two. “The scene has more contrast, with deeper reds and purples, and appears more dramatic,” e.g. That takes about 30 seconds, and you get 6 cents for doing it. Then you have it auto-load the next set of pics, and repeat. Like I said, it’s a weird--and slow--way to earn money, but it’s easy to sit down and bang out 100 of them, and earn $6.00. Other jobs are similar, but pay ten cents apiece, so you earn a bit more. Do it a few times a day, and it’s enough to keep the groceries paid for. Zach and I are both spending hours on it every day.

At least by next week I’ll be able to say how the casino interview went. I have no idea what it would actually be like to do this job, and to work in a casino, but I’m eager to find out. I can only assume their business is going to pick up as more people get vaccinated and places open for more customers. And if they don’t hire me, then I’ll just go poop on their harness track.

More excitement soon! All my love to you both.

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I was wondering how you first started your berry legacy? Did you make a new simblr for it? How did you first start posting and getting into a routine? I really want to make a legacy myself but i'm scared that it would look really mediocre and unorganized! Any tips on how to plan out the storyline and start posting? Thank you!! (asking this to a few different blogs so sorry if yo see this question somewhere else)

I’m honestly super honored that you’re asking me! I’m still a pretty small simblr compared to a lot of people.

I’m going to put this under a cut, just so it doesn’t clutter up people’s dashes because I RAMBLE (like seriously, I’m re-reading it all now and I go on and on and on) but I’m gonna cover everything you asked!

TL;DR: get mildly inspired, get involved in the community and have fun with it!

I cannot recommending creating a new blog enough. While it’s definitely easier to just create a sub-blog off your personal, you’ll have a harder go at keeping things separate once things take off. Plus then you probably won’t have ALL your million tumblr things that you’re already following mixed in with your sim stuff, making things so much harder to follow.

Once you start your simblr (whether a sub-blog or whole new tumblr), TAG EVERYTHING. XKIT SAVES LIVES. Not really, but it will save you a lot of time once you install the Quick Tags and make tag bundles. Seriously.

At least once a day, a “reblog if you’re a maxis match simblr” thing comes across my dash–don’t be afraid to reblog those when you’re starting out. (Or the alpha equivalent if that’s your thing).

Seriously, don’t be afraid to reach out to people and get involved. Ask for sim requests, reply to things, join a Discord server–don’t be afraid to talk to people! I’ve actually made a few good friends this time around. It’s awesome.

This is just one of the unfortunate realities about things–if your pictures look good, you’ll get noticed quicker and blah blah. You can get by on just writing, but it’s a lot harder. This is still tumblr. It’s microblogging. LOOOOONG text posts (like this one lmao) are not what it’s geared towards.

Anyway. I play TS4 on Ultra, and that does a lot of work for me. Sometimes all you really need to do is sharpen and brighten things up. Reshade is another good alternative, if your computer can handle it–that takes a lot of the decision making out because it edits for you! I used to use PickyPikachu’s reshade presets. The downside is that it’s pretty resource heavy.

The basic point here is that having good lookin’ pictures goes a long way to making your stuff look “not mediocre.”

Also, and this is a side thing–find a good theme for your simblr, something that looks good for both text posts and pictures, probably something with either a sidebar or header (or both).

This is the meat of the section and it’s all really Kit/Pastille-specific.

I started up the Pastel Pastilles because I saw Berry’s challenge–I had already read Splash of Color a long time ago, and had a (now obviously abandoned) TS3 rainbowcy. But TS4 was fun and ran like a beast and I liked berry sims, so I dove in. If you were to go back in my archives, though, you’d see that I started posting a TS3 LEPacy, and that’s not even my first one.

I’m not going to even talk about the Grims in this post, since they’re really new. But they’re a prime example of using community involvement to stay interested haha. I’m very excited to play with Ruby and her future family because of all the nice sims people sent for her to eat alive become friends with.

Planning with the Pastilles

With the Pastilles, I honestly got a little tipsy one night and did my initial planning based around Halsey’s Hopeless Fountain Kingdom. Like… Not even gonna lie. That was honestly my starting point. You can almost see hints of this in some places. From there, I had certain scenes I wanted to hit.

Gen 1 - Luna - “Hopeless”; it’s about being in a shitty relationship and hoping that changes lmao (“I hope hopeless changes over time”). Luna and Dianthus were meant to have a much more obviously toxic relationship but Luna ended up having four kids by her second pregnancy and I just couldn’t play and write that fast. However, I always knew that Luna’s big moment would be telling Dianthus to get out.

Gen 2 - Verity Vine - “Now or Never”/“100 Letters” - There are a couple things that have stayed consistent in this gen: Veri and her dreams, the peach spouse’s dad was gonna be a dick and they would be separated for years, and they were gonna hook back up at a wedding.

My very first concept was that Riesling was going to be a bit more wishy-washy and bend to his father’s will (hence “Now or Never” being the song). By the middle of the generation, it was clear that Veri would become the distant one (“he said ‘please don’t go away,’ I said ‘it’s too late’”).

Part of writing a sims legacy sometimes is… letting the sims do the writing for you. Meri and Forest weren’t supposed to be the ones getting married (it was supposed to be Chai Tea and Black Cherry) and they definitely weren’t supposed to have the twins but honestly the story is better for it, you know? And obv most of Veriling’s story isn’t the way I initially planned.

All this said, once I knew where I wanted the story to go, I knew I wanted to plan around a few set-pieces: the fountain scene where Riesling trips onto Veri and she realizes “OH SHIT,” the scene where Eiswein walks in, Punk!Veri’s “I don’t dream at all anymore,” and Riesling’s “Hi, I’m Riesling Puck, you might recognize me from your dreams.” Those were all scenes I knew I HAD to get.

Gen 3 - ??? - “Angel on Fire” - it’s about anxiety lmao so I don’t mind linking it, it’s pretty obvious. Gen 3 has an anxious heir, a song about anxiety was on the nose.

I don’t really recommend the getting tipsy part, but definitely do recommend going in with a basic concept.

The cool thing about challenges is that you already have the guidelines as a starting point. One of my favorite parts about this challenge in particular is seeing how people re-interpret the rules–for instance compare the Gumdrops, Frosts, Amours, Pastilles, Fairyflosses, Prisms–we all started from the same basic rules and there’s still a lot of variation, especially once you get past the initial introductions.

Also, SERIOUSLY: don’t be afraid to take inspiration from crazy places–a song you heard on the radio, a movie, your own life, whatever. Like, I decided Veri’s generation would have it’s first Act at Oxtail University because of the “dream of ivy covered walls and smoky french cafes” line in “Beautiful” (from the Heathers musical). The song otherwise has VERY LITTLE to do with Gen 2. It’s just that line became a starting point for me.

Keeping Things Lookin’ Snazzy with the Pastilles

Looking back, you can kind of see Gen 1 was a bit brighter and lighter/different in editing style than Gen 2. I purposefully set out to get a “dreamy” feel for Gen 2′s pictures. It works for me and the Pastilles–it might not for your legacy! Play around with things to see what works.

I’ve also noticed a lot of banners nowadays (they weren’t as big my first go around here on simblr, but they’re everywhere now). I think that helps to keep things “on brand,” organized and consistent too. I personally don’t use a banner for the Pastilles–I didn’t start with one, and now it looks super wrong to me when I try to use one…. So instead, I’d recommend looking at @frost-rainbowcy–she is SUPER on-brand. I can only aspire to reach that level of #a e s t h e t i c.

HOWEVER, I do keep everything on my blog hyper-organized–there’s a main page where everything’s pretty much linked, and the character page.

TBH, you don’t need to go that in-depth. I just like leaving weird easter eggs in places. You might too.

Posting Consistently

So, I started posting the Pastilles officially almost a week after I made the first post with Luna. That’s because I played a BUNCH right at the beginning, so I’d have something consistent to post for a while. It wasn’t initially as story-heavy as it is now. That’s something you probably want to decide before you start posting.

Right now, I’m posting inconsistently because I’m trying to wait around for Cats and Dogs and not give into the temptation to give Veri and Ries the babies they keep wishing for, but….

I’m in game almost every day–I get off work most days between 2 and 4 now, so by 6 PM I’ve eaten/showered/started up TS4. Even if it’s just to make a sim for someone.

I tend to do all my picture editing on Sundays, as it’s my day off. Sometimes it bleeds over into Monday, my other day off. I don’t always write posts up those days, but I at least stick them in the queue so they’re THERE. For me, it helps giving myself that weird deadline lmao

As a result, I almost always have something queued up.

I utilize the queue like MAD. Right now it’s set at 6 posts a day between 3 PM and 12 AM EST, but I change it up depending on what I have going on and what I can crank out. Usually I leave it on 13 posts a day.

Basically, learn what works for you. It does take some trial and error, but you’ll get it eventually.

Now here’s the real truth: you won’t post consistently if you don’t love your game or your sims.

I love playing the Pastilles as much as I love writing them. To the point that I have them backed up in several places just in case. I’m genuinely attached to the family, and that makes it worth it to me. Sometimes that doesn’t happen immediately (I love Luna, and Vino, and even Dianthus that shitbag, but you can tell that I got invested with Veri and Ries–Gen 1 is 30 pages long on my blog. Gen 2 is 92 and counting).

Storywise, I stay interested because I love the fluffy romance bits and snappy dialogue as much as the Drama Bombs, and also (spoilers) I’m a sucker for supernatural stuff. So I tailored my legacy to fit that.

But when I don’t want to play sometimes I just go in game, grab a few pictures of them in CAS and redo the character page for the 25th time. And that’s okay too. I just always try to make sure I have something to post, even if it’s a small (even if it’s just Riesling’s face. Because I know that’s what y’all want. It’s cool. I get it).

I seriously rambled a lot, but I hope this helps!! Once you get started, please let me know too! I’m rooting for you, non, and any nons to come after you.

#ask #simblr tips #oh gosh i am genuinely so stoked to answer this haha #Anonymous #I️ need to edit this is the morning it’s 2:30 AM and I need to sleep haha

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samingtonwilson · 7 years

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Marriage Material - Part 1 - Jim Kirk

Summary: in this chapter, you’re aren’t asked. you’re told.

Warnings: alcohol, language

A/N: this should be interesting to write. that drunk friends gettin’ married trope.

Street upon street lined with lights brighter than you’d ever seen. Reds, yellows, greens, blues— colors you’d never encountered in your life stung your eyes as they flashed over the building-sized television screens, the bulbs lining each tower, and the clothes of every creature stumbling along every sidewalk just like you were.

You imagined that’s what Las Vegas looked like back on Earth— you’d heard stories from the old bitties in your family and you’d seen pictures of its heyday, but the sight of such excess, of such unnecessary glitz was nearly overwhelming in person.

Your eyes were hooded and foggy from the drunkenness that warmed you to the tips of your toes while your steps managed a certain degree of stability, your arm looped through that of one of your closest friends.

You let your arm fall from his, catching his hand instead and pulling him closer into your side. His hip bumped against yours and you took a deep breath, feeling the cold air burn your nostrils as you inhaled. “Remind me to never go to another Chekov party. I swear the boy wants me hospitalized with alcohol poisoning.”

Jim laughed through his nose, his glassy blue eyes sliding shut for a moment. “He didn’t force the shots down your throat, starlight.”

You mouthed his words imitatively and laughed loudly when he shot you a dirty look. “You know, Nyota said she and Spock might get married.”

“What, like in the future?” he asked, pulling you along the sidewalk until he came to a brief stop before a large white marble fountain.

You sighed at the feeling of the cold mist splashing against your warm skin, shutting your eyes as he continued walking to let him guide you blindly. “No, like, soon. Like before we leave the base.”

His steps halted and you opened your eyes, nodding upwards as he stared at you with his head tilted. There was a soft red tint spreading over the tip of his nose and the highpoints of his cheeks, his blonde hair sticking up every which way from the ongoing breeze.

You were tempted to smile and pinch his cheek adoringly but stopped yourself when you read his confusion and mild shock. “What? This place is loaded with little wedding halls probably for every religious faith and culture in the Federation. We even passed one for atheists, like, fourteen feet from the junior officer barracks.” You pointed ahead of you at a plain white building which looked misplaced amongst all the excess. “There’s one for Vulcan atheists right there.”

He blew a raspberry, the sound childish and inspiring another one of your smiles. “Them getting married would be a mistake.”

You pulled Jim’s hand to tow him along this time and clicked your tongue with a single shake of your head. “What, are you jealous? Spock’ll still have time for you.”

He shook his head. “It’s not that. Marriage is just a big deal— they don’t last more than three months at a time as it is.”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I mean, are marriages done here even valid?”

“It’s Federation law— no planet in the Federation can deny marriages celebrated on other planets. If their marriage license is signed, it’s valid whether they’re married here, on Earth, on New Vulcan, on Caleb IV— anywhere.”

“Well, more than half the couples could probably get annulments since they’re all drunk and not in their right minds,” you stated, narrowing your eyes at what appeared to be an Earth-like diner complete with red and white tiles, red vinyl booths, and waitresses on roller skates. “Then again, no judge would grant an annulment to people that’ve dated as long as those two have.”

Jim hummed, taking one large step to walk ahead of you and pull you towards the diner. It enabled you to smell the grease easily.

“But if you and I were to get married,” you continued, following him through glass doors, and, immediately, a gentle heat surrounded you. “If we were to get married, we could probably get an annulment.”

He picked a booth in the back corner and you smiled to yourself. He plopped down on one side and you slid into the other, he tilted his head with wide eyes that reflected each of the overhead lights. “Why would we be able to?”

“We’ve never had sex,” you replied, picking up a plastic menu and absentmindedly clicking your tongue until you spotted French fries with a whispered “whoo” of victory. You glanced up at Jim as he continued to stare at you. “And we’ve never indicated romantic interest in one another, never been on a date— we’re, like, the definition of platonic. If we were to marry each other, it’d obviously be when we’re not of sound mind.”

“I’ll pretend that doesn’t sting,” he mumbled, looking down at his menu. He sighed as he stared at the words he was unable to make out even when he selected the English language option. He looked up again, he narrowed his eyes again. “You really don’t have any romantic interest in me?”

You raised a single eyebrow before telling the waiting waitress what you wanted— just an order of fries and a chocolate milkshake— and held your response to Jim until he was able to relay his order— the same as yours seeing as he had no idea what else was on the menu. “Why? What’s it doing to your ego when I say I don’t?”

“Less my ego and more right here,” he said as he used his right index finger to point at the left side of his chest. He frowned exaggeratedly— he wasn’t going to allow the more natural frown he felt pulling his lips downward. “You’re breaking my heart, starlight.”

You blinked and stayed silent for a moment, rolling your eyes with a snort a moment later. “Good one.”

Moments later, the lavender-skinned waitress set your identical orders before you. She smiled and intended on skating away until Jim stopped her, asking, “Do you serve alcohol?”

When she nodded, Jim made his own quiet sound of victory. “Get me whatever’s strongest, please.”

You tilted your head once more. “Not drunk enough?”

He shook his head, the red that was previously so keen on highlighting his features had faded as had the smile that was once so keen on staying put the entire night. “Apparently not.”

It wasn’t a surprise to either of you that you decided to partake in drinking more as well. The faces as he made when the alcohol burnt his throat was too tempting, too desirable and your milkshake did little to provide relief.

You sat back against the cushion, tipping your head upwards to stare at the ceiling for a moment. Your eyes were hooded once again, your movements slower now than before as if you were surrounded by viscous maple syrup rather than the warm air of the busy diner. “Spock and Nyota shouldn’t get married.”

Jim hummed questioningly. His chin sat upon his palm, propped up by a precariously unsteady arm. He looked at you unwaveringly now, even as you managed to look anywhere but at him.

You took your eyes from the ceiling, opting to stare at the empty bottle between the two of you— the bottle the waitress only gave you to keep from having to run back and forth between the small bar section and your booth. “Spock and Nyota.”

He frowned. “They shouldn’t get married.”

“That’s what I’m saying! They’re barely friends, forget about loving one another enough to make a marriage last.”

He hummed. “You should marry your friend.”

“Which friend?”

He snorted. “The general you, not you. Friends make good spouses.”

“Are you speaking from experience?” you asked with a laugh, smiling at him.

He cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. “Of course not. I’m not ‘marriage material.’”

“Who the fuck said that?” you yelled, clapping your hand over your lips the instant your volume attracted attention. You smiled behind your palm, rolling your eyes as your hand sat atop your lap again. “Whoops.”

“No one needs to say it,” Jim shrugged, clearly not bothered by your volume as his amusement took a little time to fade.

“Well, I’d marry you.”

To your ego’s dismay, he scowled. “I thought we were ‘the definition of platonic.’”

“Please,” you snorted, your head lolling against the cushion behind you once more. “You can’t tell me you really think that.”

He tilted his head. He traced your features, he tried to memorize each of them. “Marry me, then. Right now.”

“Right,” you said dryly with a dismissive wave of your hand.

“The venue’s up to you— Vulcan atheist, Earth Zoroastrian, Caleb IV agnostic. Doesn’t matter.” He sighed then, a brightness in his otherwise glossy eyes that you’d never seen in the years you’d known him. “Let’s get married.”

Though your throat had run dry and the beating in your chest was so forceful it would have forced you to double over had you been standing, you picked Earth Zoroastrian. You told him you liked the word “Zoroastrian” and you told yourself you really liked him.

PART 2

#this part is SHORRRRRT #but i wanted to get it out asap so i had reason to write the subsequent parts #this is going to update once a week tho ok #anyways #so here it is in all its glory #jim #jim kirk #jim kirk imagine #kirk imagine #jim kirk x reader #kirk x reader #star trek #star trek imagine #captain kirk imagine #captain kirk #captain kirk x reader #imagine kirk #imagine jim kirk #imagine getting enough sleep

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i-lost-my-soul-can-you-help · 4 years

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Character Description and Possible Short Story?

Asteria Cometer

This woman was a goddess. A wonderful human being that had given me the chance to marry her. My wife. My beautiful soulmate. Painters would tire trying to paint her magnificence since it was far too great, while poets and writers would have too much too say about her, that books would be published with thousands of pages, only to describe her appearance.

Asteria Cometer, a woman I had met by chance on a walk to a job interview. In the small town of Akranes in Iceland, it wasn’t hard to spot a new face in a crowd of familiar people, but for Asteria, it was as if everyone was ignoring the living goddess that walked among them.

During a cloudy day in this small fishing town, my eyes caught glimpse of her curls bouncing in the wind with every step she took. Her movement was fluid and almost phantom like, gliding across the streets as if nothing stood in her way. Although the sun hid behind the clouds, wandering eyes of tourists and civilians trying to find it, she shone brighter than it ever could, a soft golden glow encompassing her very being. Attracted to her magic aura, I felt entranced and obliged to go speak to her. When I did, her eyes, oh her dazzling dark bay eyes devoured me. I felt like a raindrop compared to her sunbeam. Mixed in with her brown eyes, drops of silver lined the rims, making it as though stars were created there, and released in the night sky. It felt like looking at a galaxy, the swirl of those colors captivating anyone who looked too long. Her oval face, painted with freckles, added personality to her. A complimentary of such to her mesmerizing eyes. Although most freckles cluttered at the bridge of her nose, a small button nose that accentuated her personality nicely, they spread out across her face and some down her neck as they moved like a tidal wave to the rest of her body.

The wooden door groaned against my weight as I leaned on it, admiring my beautiful wife as she worked on one of her novels. A picture frame of the day we got married decorated the small off-white wooden desk I built her the only thing that stood on it other than a black teardrop shaped lamp. The sun’s rays from outside shone through the small rounded window, illuminating the room in a glow dimmer than Asteria’s own aura. Her skin, the color of dark chocolate, absorbed the light, yet she illuminated the room in a different glow. Her honey blonde curls strewn across her shoulders, shook once in a while from her movement. She hadn’t noticed my presence yet, and her back was to me as I observed her shoulders expand and cave in with every breath she took. Her fingers, scarred by a past mistake that she was too embarrassed to speak about, furiously typed on her laptop, words appearing on the screen almost as if she used magic to conjure up the world she had created in her mind.

“Urgh I can’t do it!” Her fingers stilled, coming up to her hair she clutched them, her curls stretching.

I chuckled, and bounced from the wooden frame, coming right behind her and putting my calloused hands on her small shoulders. I felt her slightly jump from where she sat in her chair and her dark bay eyes with little specks of silver glanced up at me. I kissed her forehead and pulled up the little worn-down stool beside her chair.

“Darling, don’t talk like that. You’ve written more than one novel. This is going to be another bestseller and you know it!” I encouraged her.

She looked to me, and I felt like it was only the two of us in this world. The ocean beyond the cliff from where the house stood silenced, birds stopped mid-flight and stilled for a moment. She smiled; a smile that could make anyone bow down before her.

“I know but like… it’s not so easy and like I don’t like my novel. I wish it would just write itself ya know?” Her accent, small in comparison to when she first arrived at Akranes, was a sweet melody to my ears. It was a refreshing distraction from the boring day to day schedule of my life.

I smiled and brought her hands up to my lips, her skin cold like a porcelain doll.

“You can do it.” With those words I lifted myself to my feet, towering over my small wife. The floors creaked with every step as I moved to the door frame. As if on cue, the birds started squawking a horrible tune, and the waves came crashing onto the earth.

Her eyes gleamed with a new purpose and sense of determinism, and she turned back to her laptop, fingers furiously typing once more, new ideas being brought to life. Secretly, I leaned against the door frame once more, and went back to admiring my wife, for a while before turning back and heading towards the front door.

The sun shone brightly on my too pale skin. I walked towards the town, the heat seeping through my layers of skin, reaching the core of my bones. My heart swelled at the idea of coming back home later on to kiss my wife and sweep her off her feet. But first, I had to do something today, something so secret that even she didn’t know what my actual daytime job was.

The quiet morning dew of a new day settled on the meadow grass as I walked through the land. The sky, a soft gray with a dash of blue overshadowed the town of Akranes. Although it looked as though a storm so horrendous was brewing at the edge of the cliff, everyone who had lived here long enough knew that it was nothing to worry about. There were much darker and harmful things instead that lurked in the shadows of trees and homes, and at the depths of the seas. Fisherman constantly lost battles with the creatures, creatures that were told and put off as myth and legends. Unfortunately, many things that were thought to be imaginary, actually roamed the earth beside us.

A soft rumbling came from underneath me and I stopped. I picked up my pace and saw the town square from the small hill I stood on. Nothing too big, mostly bricks of white with black or red roofing. The docks flowed with different sizes, shapes, and colored boats. Asteria and I didn’t particularly like fishing, so we hadn’t wasted money on a boat, but other than us two, everyone else owned a boat.

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The red wooden door beckoned me, called to my very soul, deep and hidden within mazes and chest. I did this for a living and yet… I couldn’t bring myself to knock, to open the door and smell the aroma of lavender and lily rose. Laughter and voices sounded behind me, locals walking with their spouses or friends, enjoying the time they had. My heart steeled itself. I needed to do it now or Asteria would grow suspicious. I couldn’t have her know. My life would be ruined.

Thump, Thump

The door knocker felt heavy in my hands as I kept lifting it and dropping it back down. The metal was cool to the touch, the silver a sharp contrast against the bright red door.

I heard shuffling from inside, and feet stomping. My heart pounded against my rib cage. Quickly and smoothly, I took my ear pierce from my jean pockets and inserted the chip into my ear. With a press of a button, a deafening ringing exploded into my ear for a split second. Just in time, the door opened to reveal the owner of the house.

“Oh. Hello.” They replied breathlessly.

“Hi sweetheart.”

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petermitchell011 · 5 years

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How to Conquer the Fear of Financial Planning

As a fundamental part of our transformation to a wealth management firm, my company recently began to offer financial planning services. From numerous conversations with clients, we had learned that most acknowledge financial planning is important, but very few have done it in any meaningful capacity. Something had prevented them from doing it: the fear of unpleasant discovery, the shame of copping to one’s procrastination, the embarrassment of discussing taboo topics, or a combination of these and other reasons. Whatever the cause, their resistance to do it was palpable.

Most people who have done substantial financial planning did so principally in response to a crisis. They encountered something scary that required immediate attention. Perhaps a spouse had become gravely ill, and the couple had not yet done sufficient estate planning. Or maybe a single parent had learned that his teenager was accepted to a prestigious university, and the parent had no idea how to finance four very expensive years of education.

The reactive nature of people presents a fundamental challenge for the financial advisor/planner. A critical part of my job is to help clients untangle their web of concerns so that they can see them clearly in terms of their level of importance and urgency. This requires me to be very forward-thinking, looking not just at the present but also months, years, even decades down the road.

But what is an advisor to do when clients refuse to do any financial planning unless the work is viewed as both important and urgent? How do we encourage clients to abandon their myopic ways and adopt more long-term strategic thinking and behavior?

A Future ‘Crisis’ Today

Although I would never knowingly manufacture a crisis for clients, I do see the benefit in identifying one or two key elements of a client’s life to reframe as an inevitable financial challenge as a “problem” to be solved by financial planning. Too often clients with young children put off a conversation about financing higher education because the matter seems too far in the future. It’s not considered a problem; affording diapers and day care is. That short-sighted thinking is a mistake. New parents need the cold, hard facts about education costs so that they will address the problem and become early adopters of a workable solution: a very long runway of intentional saving, investment, patience, and faith (in the power of compounding).

Simple Savings

Clients and prospects alike are often skeptical of the monetary benefit of financial planning. One way to overcome their doubt is to perform a simple cost-cutting exercise. A short conversation about an individual’s spending habits may reveal obvious opportunities to cut expenses, “low-hanging fruit” savings that can be diverted to financing something the individual has long desired — perhaps a modest vacation or luxury item. If a skeptic receives a tangible reward for a relatively painless modification in spending behavior, she may be more likely to entertain a review of her comprehensive financial picture.

A Gift to Loved Ones

I like to tell clients that they should view financial planning as a gift to loved ones. Why? Clients will act much more quickly when financial planning is presented in the context of the financial health and stability of dependents and other loved ones. Sharing my own experiences has also helped tremendously. I will often cite my father’s passing and my cancer diagnosis, spinning those narratives in such a way to include the perspectives of my mother and wife so that clients understand that my planning decisions were never made in a vacuum — they were specifically structured to benefit my loved ones, not just me. A message of care is sure to resonate with clients and get them thinking more proactively about financial planning.

The Future Is Brighter

Perhaps the most difficult clients to win over are the carefree ones, those who love to live in the moment. These clients tend to be spendthrifts, and their loose spending behavior only makes their need for financial planning that much greater. The good news is these clients are often idealists, and advisors can use their optimism to argue the merits of financial planning. Bigger and better is just around the corner … if these clients will incorporate a little planning, delayed consumption, and simple risk management into their everyday lives.

The goal is to do this as seamlessly and non-obtrusively as possible. These clients won’t bite if they think their adventurous lives will be disrupted by a written document. Advisors/planners can utilize simple, “behind-the-scenes” financial tools like automated retirement contributions, cash-back credit cards, and insurance policy reward provisions that, over the long term, will return great value to clients even though they may not be fully aware of the accruing benefits.

As financial advisors, we need to encourage clients to address important issues before they become urgent. Re-framing topics as solvable problems, presenting easy cost-cutting wins, addressing the needs of loved ones, and adjusting our methods to suit challenging personality types can be powerful techniques to move reluctant clients in a more prosperous direction.

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fyodorsuggestions · 7 years

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Rust

Let’s change the game tonight, let’s make it different, let me show you something else. No more snow so crisp and hard under our feet, no cold so sharp it cuts bone deep. No more silence long and loud, pressing in until you can barely hear for the nothingness. No, none of that, tonight, today, let me show you a different place and tell you something else.

Dearest, now lay still, on this bed all soft and fresh. Breathe in deep and close your eyes, can you smell the sunshine? No? Then try a little harder, then let me pull the curtains back for you until the air goes yellow bright with the sky outside. Hmm, fine, open your eyes then, open your eyes and look out that window then.

What do you see, can you tell me? Oh dearest please do, please say, no? Oh fine, oh well, I’ll tell you instead, is that better? It should be, you’ll get all of my words all to yourself and isn’t that special, don’t you feel grand? Don’t you feel loved here, on this soft bed with these soft pillows with this soft voice crooning beautiful things to you? Even if you can’t answer, even if you can’t move, even if you do stare with those eyes so frantic and fearful, don’t you feel precious, dearest?

To me, to me the stain of your blood on your lips is so much richer than the red of the flowers we see through this window of ours. The nodding petals couldn’t compare to you my dear, dearest, here let me tuck this one behind your ear and see it can’t hold a candle to your flame. The soft breeze that sends the whole tree shaking is nothing to the shivers that shudder through your body and send your tears spilling.

Oh but I was meant to describe to you, paint a picture with my words worth more than a million dull adverbs and adjectives. Let me start again, this country is warmer than mine, brighter than mine, even the sun is different, the sky. Can you see the sky, do you even care to look? Such a curious blue, not deep, not light, but so soft and blurred around the edges. Blurred where clouds spill into it, soft where it fades away into the horizon, though everything must be so soft and blurred to you dearest, you can’t stop crying.

Shh, let me wipe those tears away, hold them on my fingertips as though they were something expensive and precious. Which do you prefer dearest? The liquid blue of the sky or the primary green of these trees? Oh yes, yes, I know my colours and I know green isn’t something primary but can you really say that when you look at these trees? Look at the way the leaves catch the yellow, mellow sunlight and the way the breezes throws their sharp shadows around.

If you breathe deep, you can smell the drooping red flowers, isn’t it nice? They aren’t such a vibrant red but they’re far from faded, aren’t they? If red could be a cooler colour I’d say this was it, the way they seem so fresh even so late in the day, ready and bursting with life even though they’re so close to death. They are so different from the flowers I know, so much more delicate, the slightest touch rips them to pieces though I suppose I could say that about anything.

Could I say it about you dearest?

Hmph, look at the blood just leaking out of you, seeping out and staining the sheets on this nice bed, of course I could. I could have made it painless, I could have given you the same rapturous end as so many others, could have killed you in a spray of gore and viscera beautiful enough to blind. I didn’t though, I didn’t, and would you like to know why?

Do you want me to tell you the rest of this little story while you bleed out in a married woman’s bed? The same woman whose beloved spouse you’ve been fucking, dearest? Well that’s unfortunate, since I’ll only tell you a piece of it, just a taste before you lose your mind and can’t understand anything else I say to you.

A nice big breath now, ah I love the gurgle in your throat, sends a shiver right down my spine, warms me right up. Don’t look at me that way dearest, don’t look at me as though I was a monster from some fairy story for children, something to horrible and hated. Don’t dearest, my poor heart couldn’t take it, I’m far worse than that, aren’t I? Much worse because I’m the monster they don’t see because I don’t look like a monster, I didn’t to you right up until I slid something painfully sharp into your guts.

And now here you are, bleeding out in the same bed you used to fuck in, staining the same sheets you used to cum on. T-no you can’t, I almost asked you to tell me what it felt like, if the burning in your throat was as hot as the pain in your guts, if the tears in your eyes were anything like the blood rolling down your sides. You can’t though, not with this little bit of cloth in your mouth, not when you’re spilling out all over the bed, so close to death you can barely breathe.

Doesn’t the sunset look beautiful though? I’ve never seen one quite like this, one that’s just as much orange and yellow as it is streaked pink and hot red. There’s something warm about it even though the breeze is already cold, something wet about it as if we’re wading through water instead of sitting on a bed.

Don’t you feel…peaceful? Blessed even? The view is lovely here, all the plants, all the flowers and the red ones so close with their proudly waving stamina. I could lie next to you, spread out on this luxurious bed, curl close to you and listen to your sharp little breaths. I could whisper to you about beautiful things, things that would send your heart racing and your blood boiling if you could.

I could make your last few moments peaceful, comfortable, if I cared to. I could make them simply sublime, if you asked. Go on, use your words for me, I’ll wait for you to remember them. Wait no, oh I forgot, you can’t say a single thing can you? Such a pity, really it is, better for me then. Better that I can’t hear a single bit of begging from you while I enjoy this sunset.

Better that all I hear from you are soft moans, quiet groans and the whisper of wind curling through this open window.

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