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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 3 years ago

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[CN] Victor’s 2022 Birthday Story (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a content that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

Collect the memory items and look back on that birthday before he met you. An e-mail from the past guided him to stop in front of the amusement park on that day~ ♡

┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈

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[Note]: Yeah, the Victor we are gonna meet here is 27 years old, who will be turning 28~ :>

[T/N]: This is a personal recommendation. If it’s possible for you, I would very highly recommend listening to Victor’s new theme song, which was released in his birthday event, while reading this. THE FEELS IT GIVES.... 🌊✊

Here’s the link to the music: [YouTube ♡] || [Bilibili ♡]

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✧ [Chapter 1] ✧

After several days of rain, the weather has finally cleared up today. The warm sunshine sprinkles in through the French window, coaxing the greeneries in the corner to unfold their branches and leaves, and climb up to the window edges. Victor stands in front of the window with a cup of coffee, overlooking at the endless streams of people flowing between the buildings. The prolonged bitter aroma mingling with the mellow hemp fragrance in the room lingers between the breaths. Just at this moment–– the mobile phone on the table vibrates.

Victor takes a light sip of his coffee, and turns his head to pick up his phone. A smile lifts up the corners of his lips.

He sits down in his chair, takes off his glasses, and answers the phone.

“Aunt.”

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The video call has been made from the distant Atlantic Coast–– a relative’s child is holding their wedding ceremony in Spain, and had sent a special invitation. Even though he had to travel across the oceans, his father felt that he should be present. So, his father went with his aunt. It’s the morrow of their arrival. Victor was afraid of disturbing their rest, and originally planned on getting in touch with them again a bit later at night.

“Vic! Your dad and I have just woken up, and wanted to inform you that we are safe and sound.”

In the video footage, his aunt waves at him, followed by directing the camera towards his father, who is in the middle of having his breakfast. His father raises his coffee cup towards him, and he also picks up his coffee cup in return, sending his good wishes from afar.

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“How are things, aunt? Has the journey been exhausting for you guys?”

“It wasn’t exhausting. How can it be exhausting? You don’t know how comfortable the sunshine and the wind are here. I’m living in a manor on the outskirts with your dad. You can see the ocean here as soon as you open your eyes. By the way, on our way over here, I just heard some of your uncles saying that the wedding ceremony is being arranged on a cruise. If I had known earlier that the wedding is going to be held at sea.... I should have brought two scarves in pretty colors. The wind is very strong at the sea, and I don’t know if it’s going to be cold or not.”

Victor laughs and continues following his aunt’s words,

“The weather is good today. If you have the time, you can go out for a walk around the town. Who knows, perhaps you might be able to pick up a nice-looking scarf.”

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His aunt seems to have the same intention. When Victor mentions it like that, she hurriedly goes along with it and drags her brother along to plan the itinerary. Seeing the frowning of his father and the helpless look on his face, Victor can’t help but tease,

“Dad, it’s been a long time since you’ve gone out. This is a rare trip. Why don’t you accompany aunt in the stroll to go shopping?”

“It’s not like you don’t know your dad. He likes to shut himself indoors and be alone all the time. Just when your mom was around, he was willing to go out for walks.”

Even though his aunt complains, the smile on her face doesn’t diminish. She reaches out to take the phone farther away, and shows Victor the view of the manor.

“Vic, the owner of the manor where we are staying at is also in the red wine business, and has a variety of good collection of wines. We ordered two cases from his wine cellar when we had dinner with him last night. We will send them back to you today.”

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“It’s your birthday in two days, and this is a birthday present for you. Aunt can’t make the longevity noodles for you this year, so you remember to make yourself a bowl of noodles to eat.”

His aunt brings the phone in front of her and starts to eat breakfast while talking at the same time,

“Your dad says that you’re already grown up enough to know how to take care of yourself. So, aunt won’t keep reminding you about anything else, lest you think aunt talks too much. Everything is going fine with us here, so don’t worry. After the wedding ceremony is over, I’ll get your dad to give you another call.”

Victor nods,

“Alright. Let me know when you guys have confirmed your return time, and I’ll book the air tickets for you.”

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Aunt waves her hand at him,

“That’s all for now then. I’m hanging up. Don’t worry, go back to work. Happy birthday, Vic-Vic! And remember to eat longevity noodles.”

Smiling, Victor waves and hangs up the phone. The ambience of the room returns to quietude once again.

At the same time, there are several knocks on the door,

“CEO, sorry to have interrupted you.... a representative of Yuanhang Securities has arrived at LFG.”

Victor stands up and buttons up his suit,

“I will be there immediately.”

✧ [Chapter 2] ✧

“What’s the specific contents of this conference, and why does it require two days? The CEO also has a meeting on the morning of the 14th in his itinerary. If we were to reschedule, it’s true that the 12th and 13th are only days that would be the most fitting. Goldman, would you like to ask the CEO if he has any other arrangements for the next two days? If there is no problem, I will book the flight and the hotel for the CEO in advance.”

In the pantry, the administrative staff is checking the arrangement of Victor’s schedule while having coffee at the same time, and having a chat with Goldman, who is sitting at the counter and eating a takeout.

Goldman bites on his spoon as he takes out his phone, checking it over and over again.

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“If we were to schedule for 12th and 13th.... it will indeed be a very tight schedule, and he will be back on Friday. So, he will have one less day of overtime.”

He goes through each of the itineraries in his mind, still pondering whether there is a better option or not,

“But the 13th is the CEO’s birthday. I wonder if he has any personal arrangements....”

“Just ask him about it. I don’t think so. The CEO is such a busy man, he is working all day. How could he take up the time to celebrate his birthday.... ”

The administrative staff adds half a packet of white sugar into the coffee, and gives it a two clockwise turns with the stirring stick in the cup.

“But if he had a girlfriend.... I can’t say for sure, perhaps his girlfriend could help him through.”

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“What’s on your mind? I stay with the CEO almost 24 hours a day. He simply doesn’t have any time for dating because his entire day is filled with nothing but work. Unless he can conjure up another 24 hours.... otherwise, I don’t think it’s possible that he will have a girlfriend who would celebrate his birthday with him in another ten years.”

Goldman finishes his bowl of meat in one gulp. When he looks up, he sees Victor who is heading straight in this direction.

“C-CEO, well....”

He hurriedly puts the lid on his lunchbox, and draws out several paper towels to wipe the oil off the counter.

Victor glances at him,

“I was just passing by. I didn’t hear anything.”

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The administrative staff interjects just in time,

“CEO, we were just talking about arranging the time of the conference, and the time of booking the flight and hotel. As it currently stands, scheduling on the 12th and 13th is the most suitable. But it’s your birthday on 13th. So, we wanted to ask you in advance if you have any other plans on your birthday.”

Victor nods,

“None. Let’s arrange it on 12th and 13th. Thank you guys for your hard work.”

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“By the way, CEO, just wait for a moment, please––��

As though suddenly remembering something, the administrative staff runs to her desk in two or three steps, bends down to retrieve a small gift bag from a drawer, and turns to come back.

“This is our company’s staffs birthday benefit, a gift box of fountain pen.”

As she speaks, she gives the gift bag to Victor.

“A total of one hundred and fifty three employees had birthdays in January. All the gifts have already been given out. This one’s yours. We wish you a happy birthday.”

Victor receives the gift bag, and takes out a beautifully wrapped box from it. He can’t help smiling slightly as he opens the box,

“Thank you. The gifts were a very good purchase.”

“You’re welcome.”

She smiles cheerfully, picks up her coffee and leaves the pantry.

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Goldman throws his take-out box into the trash can, and tidies up his suit within a couple of minutes.

“CEO, since the time of the conference has already been finalized, I will notify each department to start preparing and report the progress of the task to you later on.”

Victor nods. As he sees Goldman turning his head to leave, he can’t help adding another sentence,

“After we’re done with the work this time, I will treat you to dinner.”

✧ [Chapter 3] ✧

[Note]: In case you don’t know who Ronan is – he was a young director looking for opportunities to start his career, and young Victor was just starting to build up LFG back then. Ronan came to Victor with a proposal. After evaluating it properly, Victor invested in Ronan’s project. Ronan’s project later won several international awards, and with that, the still learning to walk LFG also got its first base for spreading its wings. Ronan later became a world known director, LFG became “LFG”, Victor became “Victor.” And they are very close friends. Ronan has made appearance in Victor’s “Taste Of Life Mind Quest” and “Garden Date”. :>

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Another red light.

The same second the car stops, the cell phone rings out. Victor presses the Bluetooth call, and Ronan’s slightly “noisy” greeting comes over the speaker. Victor reaches out and turns down the volume, smiling and sighing.

“What’s the reason for delaying your trip of coming to Loveland City this time around?”

Ronan chuckles,

“I’m indeed calling you with a huge apology. Your tone sounds as though I’ve bailed on you very frequently.”

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Victor fixes his gaze on the red light.

“Isn’t that right?”

“Anyway, it’s a really important thing this time. During this time, I met a renowned local scholar here in India, and he agreed to help me sort out the details of the documentary. But his vacation is for only twenty days, so I’ve to make every second count. However, a day as important as your birthday, I won’t forget–– Coincidentally, I’ve found an ancient painting from here, I’ll give it to you when we meet. You will definitely like it.”

Victor makes fun subconsciously,

“You’re still so uncreative when it comes to giving gifts.”

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“How much better are you than me? Aside from the every day life being filled with work, there isn’t one bit of novelty.”

As Ronan speaks, there are hoots of laughter from a group of people around him, as though someone is talking about something interesting. Hearing this, Victor can’t help but laugh as well.

“It seems that you’re having a great trip to India this time.”

“I will tell you about it in detail the next time I return to Loveland City in order to find you for a drink. On my birthday the last time, I said that I wanted to meet you for a drink, but we haven’t been able to get one yet.”

Ronan pauses, suddenly waking up with a start,

“ ....come to think of it, we haven’t seen each other for more than half a year. How come the time passed without even feeling it at all.”

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“What was the reason for not celebrating your birthday the last time?”

Victor mulls it over,

“I think you said it was because you have a friend who needed your help. Has it all been taken care of now?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t really a big deal.”

Ronan says, releasing a rare sigh.

“But as people grow up, don’t you think they naturally feel that their birthdays aren’t important? It doesn’t matter whether it’s work, or friends, or something else – they are all more important than your own birthday.”

As the red light counts down to sixty seconds, Victor looks at the information that unceasingly keeps being pushed to his phone, and simply sweeps his gaze past the crowd of people walking across the zebra crossing outside the window in a calm manner,

“It’s probably because when you become mature, you don’t put yourself first anymore.”

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“....it’s really like that.”

Ronan pauses for a moment,

“But shouldn’t it be like this?”

“Indeed”,

Victor flips through his itinerary,

“Are you still flying to Europe after you leave India next month? I will be in France for twenty days next month. So, if it’s on your way, the drink is on me.”

“It’s not quite on the way, but it’s worth a detour for that drink”,

Ronan readily gives an affirmative answer.

“It’s a deal then, see you next month. I’ll come with a birthday present for you and some interesting stories. Happy birthday.”

As the red light counts down to the final three seconds, Victor places his hand on the hang-up button,

“See you next month.”

✧ [Chapter 4] ✧

“In fact, for some time now, many people have been discussing how they originally thought that LFG’s decision to invest in Tiankang Medical was intended for setting foot in the medical industry. But, they didn’t expect LFG to establish a medical foundation with them instead. It’s not only very surprising, but also admirable.”

In the studio, the host of a financial magazine, who is dressed in Western-styled attire, looks sideways at Victor, smiling and gesturing at him,

“Another person said in the comments section of the news report that they feel very proud to be a shareholder of LFG.”

Victor smiles lightly,

“It’s really too kind of you. Since its inception, LFG has received a great amount of attention and support from people of all walks of life in the society. In return, it’s natural to undertake a certain amount of social responsibilities and do something as far as our capabilities extend. Compared with those enterprises that can genuinely push the society to step forward, and can truly make people’s lives better, LFG still hasn’t done anything nearly sufficient.”

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“Speaking of which, isn’t CEO Victor’s birthday coming up? If I remember correctly, CEO Victor is the youngest person to appear on the front cover of our magazine since its founding thirty years ago. I’ve received the cover shoot footage from the director just now, and I’m totally subdued by CEO Victor’s graceful bearing. I wonder as the eve of his birthday is approaching, if CEO Victor.... has any special arrangements?”

The host stresses on the word “special”, seemingly hoping that he can share some exclusive itineraries with the audience and boost the ratings of the show. But Victor simply leans closer to the microphone and takes out his phone,

“There are really no special arrangements. I’m afraid I won’t have the time to celebrate my birthday as I have a lot of works to handle that day. Perhaps when I’m done with my work, I will cook myself a nice meal to celebrate.”

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“So it turns out that CEO Victor is not only an exceptional investor, but he also has interest in the culinary skills–– With such a conscientious leader at the helm, the future of LFG is one bound to be worth looking forward to. It seems that company’s extensive recognition at this current stage and the prosperous share prices with each passing day are the best birthday presents CEO Victor could have given himself. CEO Victor, thank you for coming today. On behalf of Wise Magazine, I’d like to wish CEO Victor a happy birthday in advance.”

“Let’s explore the business wisdom and build a wonderful life together. Follow Wise on WeChat for first-hand business information....”

In the waiting room, Victor reaches out to pick up the remote control and turns off the TV. The spacious, semi-open compartment returns to quietude once again. He spreads the magazine on his lap, and sweeps a cursory glance over the contents. The bold fonts of the headline is extraordinarily eye-grabbing–– LFG invests in the Tiankang Medical, a strategic contract signing meeting to be held in three days’ time.

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Victor doesn’t pay much attention to the specific contents of the report and puts the magazine back on the coffee table.

Soon after, a polite greeting can be heard,

“Mr. Victor, First Class passengers on flight LY248 have already been allowed to board.”

Victor gets up and brushes away the creases on his windbreaker, following the flight attendant to the boarding gate.

As the flight attendant guides him down the stairs, she gives him a slight sideways glance,

“Mr. Victor, it’s your birthday tomorrow. On behalf of the entire Loveland Flight Crew, I would like to wish you a happy birthday. At the same time, we have also prepared a special meal and a cake for you on board. I wonder if you have any personal preference in particular or any contradictions?”

“Thank you.”

Victor responds with a smile, and moves to the side to make way and let the lady leading the way to go first,

“It’s all fine. I’ve always had faith in your food quality.”

✧ [Chapter 5] ✧

The top floor of the Camellia Hotel is surrounded by 360 degrees of panoramic glasses, making one able to look at the lights of the entire city as well as give one the feeling of being able to reach out and touch the stars overhead. Victor sits in the bathtub, casually brushing back the wet hair drooping in front of his forehead as he leans against the massage band at the back side of the bathtub, water vapor rising in the air from the lower part of the tub and gushing out in a stream of water.

When the decanted red wine in his hand has achieved its best flavor, he swirls the wine glass slightly and takes a sip. Then, he once again turns his head to the right, casting his gaze towards the boundless night.

Across the street, in the relatively opposite direction from him is the Tiankang Medical building. When it’s overlooked from this angle, the entire building seems like a door, standing between the heaven and earth, spanning between life and death.

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He turns his head and puts down the glass. Then he picks up the minutes of the meeting from the tabletop and flips through it.

LFG Medical Foundation. This is a foundation jointly established and funded by LFG and the Tiankang Medical, and the funds will be used for pharmaceutical research and providing patient care–– Above all, Tiankang Medical announced half a year ago that their latest drug for the treatment of brain tumor had already entered the clinical stage, and if the research and development went smoothly, perhaps it could be regarded as a breakthrough against fighting brain tumors.

From equity investments to fund allocations, to recruiting the finest medical team in the name of LFG, to carrying out collaboration with every major hospital.... during this time, he’s hardly had a moment’s rest. Victor picks up his wine glass once again, drinks it all down in one long sip, and releases a long sigh of relief.

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He recalls that case he saw a year ago at a meeting at Tiankang.

Female patient, 32 years old. Her deteriorating condition had led to blindness. She bought a pair of shoes as a birthday present for her son who had just turned five, but she was unable to help him tie his shoelaces. People from Tiankang Medical said that she was the most energetic and cooperative of all patients. No matter what side effects the medications might have caused, she endured everything. But her situation really wasn’t optimistic.

Immediately afterwards, silence engulfed the entire conference room.

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As he stared at the PPT projection, his mind unconsciously replayed the smell of sterile water, the incandescent lights in the hospital corridors, the red indicator light on the nurses’ table, the plastic patterns on the indwelling needles....

Every single details– he still remembers vividly.

The water vapor in the bathroom spreads over the glass with no restraints, separating the night view outside the window in a layer of hazy mist.

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Victor’s gaze rests on the case display on the middle page of the minutes. Today, one year later, all her signs have improved. Although there is no telling how much more medicines she will have to take and how much suffering she will have to endure, at least now it seems that she will be able to celebrate her son’s sixth birthday together with him happily. The doctor-in-charge has said that if everything goes on without a hitch, she will be able to fight for at least another five years. Perhaps by the time these five years are over, a new miracle will emerge.

“Happy birthday.”

—

Victor whispers softly, wishing this little boy he has never met.

The time on the phone has just crossed the zero, and it reads 13th January. The curtain of night hangs low, and the entire city is enveloped in a deep silence. A few meteors seem to quietly streak across the distant horizon.

✧ [Chapter 6] ✧

At 7:30 in the morning, Victor opens his mailbox according to his usual practice. At a glance, he sees that e-mail which was sent exactly at midnight. He opens it with a smile, his line of sight stopping over the first sentence:

“Happy birthday, dear Vic-Vic.”

This is a letter from the past. It came from his mother’s mailbox.

He doesn’t know how many e-mails she has written before she passed away, saved them in the draft box, and set the time for each of the e-mail to be sent––

The mail system wasn’t so advanced back then, and the time could only be fixed to the following year. Thereupon, his father does as she wished for. He logs into her mailbox from time to time, and sets the delivery time so that the mails would arrive on time.

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She said that it’s a surprise, and that if it were to be delivered every year, Vic-Vic wouldn’t feel the novelty of it. So, it’s already been three years since he had received the last birthday greeting from his mother.

He continues to lower his gaze.

Each of her letters is handwritten, and then it has been scanned into the computer. He can vaguely feel her expression and her tone of voice as she wrote– through each of the characters in her handwriting.

—

She said:

“Vic-Vic, today should be your 28th birthday. Happy birthday to you. After you’ve grown up, you wouldn’t be spending your birthday with your mom and dad anymore. I wonder if you would be occupied with work today, or perhaps you would be on a date with your girlfriend? 28 years ago on this day, mom brought you into this world, hoping that she would be able to give you a happy and carefree life, hoping that you would become the happiest child in this world, the most blessed child.”

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“Remember when you were little and you went out with us on a stroll in the streets. You used to like those little toys they sold in the stores. Your dad said that you already have a lot of toys, and you nodded your head thoughtfully and dragged us along. But I wasn’t willing. So, I bought all the toys from the store for you without letting your father know. Mom doesn’t need you to be thoughtful, well-behaved, obedient. She only needs you to be happy. As far as your mom is concerned, preparing these letters for you one by one, imagining how you would feel when you receive them– the thought itself gives me a kind of subtle joy, as though I’m able to transcend the barriers of time and accompany you on your birthday every year in the future.”

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“Very fascinating, isn’t that so? Originally, it was supposed to be a some kind of gift to you that would make you feel happy. But it seems that in the process of preparing this surprise, mom is the one who feels even happier.”

“Anyway, what kind of gift would the 28 year old Vic-Vic want to receive?”

“....”

—

Victor pulls the e-mail down, and below is a hand-drawn ticket to the amusement park using crayons.

She said that, even when you are all grown up, you must still be an interesting adult. There’s also a small line after it, enclosed in brackets, which reads:

“If you are happy, it doesn’t matter if it’s funny. Your happiness is more important.”

“Happy 28th birthday to you.”

—

The entire e-mail consists of only several hundred characters, but Victor has been reading it for no less than an hour.

Victor prints out the ticket, puts it in his pocket, changes his clothes and leaves for the amusement park.

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It’s a Friday, a working day. So, there are only a few people in the amusement park. But with the cheerful and lighthearted music on the backdrop, one can still feel their feet lifting in high spirits. Victor walks around and surveys the surrounding in an unhurried manner, finally stopping in front of a facility.

The amusement park staffs are guiding the queuing crowd to go inside. After giving it a thought, he also walks into the facility, and sits on the installation nearest to him. A staff member wearing a chubby doll’s vest walks over to him, bows in an adorable manner, and helps him in buckling up the seatbelts. He then points his finger towards the blue sky in deadly earnestness,

“A great adventure is about to begin–– ladies and gentlemen, prepare to set sail. Let’s soar into the sky!”

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Victor is stunned for a moment. At this moment, the clanking of metals and the jingling music rings out, and a little girl’s cheerful laughter comes from behind him,

“taking off–– ahhh flying––”

The flying device undulates up and down, climbing to the heights little by little. A subtle breeze surges in front of him, ruffling the fringes resting over his temples.

Victor can’t help but let out a laugh, his fingers pressing against his pocket, as though he can touch the neatly folded, hand-drawn ticket inside.

“I will be very happy.”

Facing the sky, he holds out his hand.

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[T/N]: Victor’s aunt calls him by “泽言” (Zeyan)– which I translated as “Vic”. In one occasion, his aunt addresses him as “言言” (YanYan), likely recalling Victor’s mom. Victor’s mom addresses him as “言言” (YanYan)– which I translated as “Vic-Vic”~ ♡

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#JUST WAIT TILL I POST THE DATE— YOU GUYS WON’T FIND ME ALIVE WHEN THIS RELEASES IN GLOBAL NEXT YEAR #The amount of time I’ve stopped to just appreciate each of the sentence for a while longer...#VICTOR’S MOM— no wonder he loves her SO MUCH and bet his life on the line for her as well. Like Mom– Like son apparently 🤧😭#THIS MAN IS THE MOULD OF A KIND AND HE IS THE SINGLE CREATION OF THAT MOULD. THAT’S IT. 🌊✊#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #mldd victor #love and producer #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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travellvogue · 4 years ago

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Honeymoon Coast- Anyone You Like

it’s a long one, and one of my faves. i hope you love it (wordcount: 4.1k)

He’s trying his best not to stare, the dress you had on complimenting your skin tone so well. Body glowing under the rays of the sun, his own little ray of sunshine sat right next to him. The delicate pattern of his thumb brushing strokes back and forth over your hand painted a perfect picture of tranquility.

“Y’know, the view over there is better” you whisper gently with a side smile, nodding towards the staggered chocolate box buildings, painted in an array of blush pinks, dusty yellows and cotton creams. The rolling waves a vibrant blue against the calmness of the sand.

“No it’s not” he answers so effortlessly, a flirtatious wink making you giggle and blush under his compliment. “My views much better” he hums, twisting his fork around a clump of spaghetti, scooping it into his mouth, tongue wiggling around to beckon the stray piece that flops out of his mouth.

Two glasses of white wine twinkle under the sunlight, tracing your finger round the rim of the glass over and over again, picking at the olives in your salad, regretting eating all the mozzarella balls already. Knowing you should have gone for the pizza, but your breakfast of croissants and fresh fruit filled you up this morning. Smiling at the recent memory, how you laid in bed, tangled under the crisp white sheets, his naked body next to yours feeding you strawberries and chunks of melon, giggling when he leaned forward to kitten lick the fruit juices off your chin that had dropped down from your mouth.

It was the perfect start to your honeymoon. He’d remembered how you told him you’d love to get married in Italy and travel around after your wedding day. So he made it happen. First stop was Positano, where the two of you sat right now. A quaint little café tucked away in the peaks of the hillsides, a lemon tree hanging over your heads shading you from the afternoon sun. The calming noise of the waves rippling into shore partnered with the locals deep in conversation. Fresh plates of pasta and pizza filling the air with the most gorgeous aroma. The strings of a guitar being strung somewhere in the far distance playing a relaxing tune.

Yet, all you could focus on was him, how his hair was supporting natural highlights from the sun's rays, the tip of his nose slightly sunburn despite you packing factor fifty on his face every morning, “stops you getting wrinkles” you’d tell him every time he complained about the stickiness. He’s dressed in loose navy swim shorts, the toggles hanging unevenly, a thin white shirt thrown over his sun kissed torso, the top four buttons undone so you can admire his muscular chest, dark rimmed Ray-Ban glasses pushed onto his hair, droplets of salt water staining the lenses.

“What time is the boat ride?” you ask gently, leaning over the small circular table, stabbing your fork into his bowl of pasta, helping yourself to a mouthful as he giggles, well aware that the salad just wasn’t cutting it for you. He’d planned a boat ride for the two of you today, something you’d both desperately been looking forward to since you arrived in this perfect location. Wanting to sail around and explore the surrounding beauty.

“Two o’clock I believe madam” he answers playfully, tapping the screen of his phone to check the time. Quarter to twelve, plenty of time to head down to the dock. With a few more mouthfuls of food the two of you were stuffed. Laid back on the wooden chairs comparing your food babies. Laughing when the waiter comes over and gives you an odd glance.

“No don’t pay baby, my treat” you insist, grabbing at his hand before he puts his card on the table, unable to hide your smile when you feel the cold metal of his wedding ring against your palm. It was yet to sink in that you officially shared the same surname as him, for years he’d introduced you to people as ‘the missus or ‘my girlfriend’, now you held the title of his wife loud and proud.

The wedding had been very small, only fifty guests. An abundance of florals, pampas grass and bubbling champagne, and as the sun went down you fell asleep to the sound of waves greeting the Italian sand.

As you snap out of your daydream he’s already paying for lunch, giggling when you give him a harsh stare, unable to stay mad at that dimpled smile for long. He takes your hand and leads you out of the cafe, waving goodbye with a joyful ‘grazie’ to the staff. The warm air hits you instantly, a muggy breeze fluttering the bottom of your dress. Now away from the breeze of the sea front the temperature had seemed to pick up, his hand growing clammy in yours. Arms swinging back and forth in unison as you carefully walk down the steep roads towards the peninsular, the uneven cobbled roads under your sandals let you feel every rock and grain of transported sand from the nearby beach.

“I know we’ve just eaten but…” he holds his hand up to point at the shop you’re approaching. A quiet bakery hidden between a grand hotel and a small beach shop selling the usual ‘tourist tat’ as he likes to call it. The smell of warm freshly-baked bread billowing from its grand wooden doors, painted neatly with golden details. Newly bloomed bougainvillea flowers creating an arch over the entrance.

“How can I say no to that?” you smile. Squeezing his hand once, twice, three times. Your sandals slap against the tiled floor of the bakery, overwhelmed with the amount of choice, smiling widely when you’re greeted with a friendly “Ciao!”. The two of you opting for a baguette and a loaf of ciabatta. He stands behind you, arms wrapped around your body, pressing a kiss to your cheek whilst you wait for them to package it up in crinkly brown paper bags. And once again he uses his rusty Italian skills to bid them farewell. Reaching for your hand instinctively and squeezing it gently, unable to wipe the smile off his face. He’d never felt happiness like this- of course on your wedding day his happiness was unmatchable- but the sense of complete contentment and tranquility was so overwhelming.

***

“Where are you taking me?” you giggle, holding his hand tightly as he leads you along a rickety old boat dock, the wood swaying slightly with each gentle wave that washed into shore. “Was this your plan all along?” you laugh, “To marry me and then drown me in the sea” he chuckles and shakes his head at your ludicrous imagination.

“You gotta stop watching all those murder mystery youtubers babe” a blush appears on your cheeks at his words, remembering how you made him watch endless videos with you on the plane journey out here, secretly you knew he was enjoying himself, the way he gripped your leg as he told you a theory he had about where one of the missing people might be. “We’re here baby” the snap back into reality couldn’t be more perfect, almost feeling like you were dreaming as he holds an arm out to beckon to the large yacht docked up in front of the both of you. The sea twinkling around it and the staff giving you a welcoming wave, offering you a hand to help you onto deck.

“Are you serious?” you breath, walking onto the ship. When he mentioned a boat ride this morning you didn’t realise he meant a million pound yacht, something for someone in your position to just drool over as you pointed them out whilst your feet stayed firmly on the sand of the beach. But now your feet touched the decking, every step becoming completely overwhelming, not only was there two floors to this boat, there were several seating areas, your very own private chef, and a hot tub at the very front, giving you the perfect views of the bobbing ocean. “My love, this is insane! I thought you meant like… a little dingy” you giggle, pinching your fingers together to explain how small you thought the boat would be. All he can do is smile and shake his head. Something he’d always loved about you was the way you always stayed so grounded, cherishing every penny of your own and of his, never wanting any gifts or treats- despite him buying you quite a few over the years- you were happy with a chinese takeaway and a movie night, never expecting anything from him other then love and honesty, money would, and could, never buy your emotions. So a yacht, this was certainly something you’d never dreamed off.

“You deserve this, my wife” he whispers gently, coming up behind you as you look out to the sea, the cool breeze blowing a strand of your hair against his jawline, gently leaning back against him, feeling his arms wrap tightly around you. The way he referred to you as his wife still hadn’t sunk in yet, the butterflies still coming to life every time he used your new title. “Plus…” his voice drops to a whisper, leaning in closer so his lips brush against your ear, “you’ve always wanted to have sex on a boat” despite not seeing his face you can picture his smug smirk, of course there was a deeper reasoning to such an extravagant choice of boat. You shake your head playfully and push against him, probably not the best choice of action because he can’t help but let out a little groan at the feeling of your ass brushing against his crotch.

He manages to control himself for the majority of the boat road, smiling proudly as he watches you take pictures of the beautiful settings you sail past. Your beauty still shocked him, even after years together and a big diamond ring on your finger, watching your hair blow in the salty air, sun kissed skin and lips painted with your strawberry lip balm- that quite frankly he can’t stop himself from wanting to taste- he finds that he’s falling in love with you even more in that moment. He’d never realised home could be a person until you held him in your arms.

“We should come here every year” you whisper gently, cuddled up on the sofa-like sunbeds at the top of the boat, the air slightly cooler now the sun was setting, half empty plates of fruit and nibbled at bread resting beside you, the sea still holding the same glimmer and shine it had this morning, reflecting the orange and pink hues off the waves. You’d thrown one of his shirts over your bikini, the thin white material rustling in the breeze, tickling at your bare skin, your hair fluttering into his face every so often, wafting the familiar smell of your apple scented shampoo into his nostrils.

He only hums in response, leaning in to take the chunk of pineapple you were offering him into his mouth, too caught up in absorbing the beauty in front of him, with both the view of you and the never ending waves it was an overwhelming sense of content and happiness. “You don't want to?” you ask gently, not convinced by his response. A frown and a quick shake of the head convinces you a bit more.

“Of course I do” he whispers, lips pressed to your temple. “But I also wanna make love to you all over the world” he smirks, watching you playfully roll your eyes and desperately try to hide your giddy smile.

His fingers trace the side of your jaw, angling your head so he’s got perfect access to your lips, the moon seeming to match the mood of the moment, the sky becoming a thick pink, waves gently crashing against the boat, rocking your bodies unwilling against the sun beds. “Why don’t we start now?” you almost whimper against his lips, trying not to sound like a desperate beg but it was hard when all you’d been thinking about since stepping foot on the boat was the thought of him fucking you to the view of the rolling waves.

“Hmm right here?” he smirks, “I knew you were naughty but to have me fuck you whilst anyone could see… my wife’s a little minx huh?” he teases, brushing his hand down the side of your body, already getting to work with pushing off the oversized shirt you had on, the material falling off one shoulder, exposing your bare skin for his lips to attack.

“Everyone’s below deck” you whimper, aware that he wouldn’t care either way, there was no way he wasn’t going to make love to you on a private yacht to the view of the Amalfi Coast- no one could pass up that opportunity. “Plus… you’re little friend seems to like the idea” your thigh pushes against the growing bulge of his shorts. Your giggle splinters off into a moan as he bucks against you, continuing to suck and nip at the skin of your neck. The wet patch in your bikini bottoms continues to grow, pawing at him desperately for something more.

“Open up” he taps two fingers at your lips, doing as you’re told you part your swollen lips to welcome him, he watches your hooded lustful eyes whilst you suck on his digits, tongue skillfully twisting and licking. His other hand cupping firmly at the mound of your ass, helping you rub yourself against his thigh, slowly moving towards the front of your body. “Take ‘em off” he instructs, pushing at the material of your bikini bottoms.

“So demanding” you tease, humming around his fingers, a trail of spit connecting your lips to them as he pulls away, watching intently as you shuffle out of your bikini, pussy growing sensitive at the exposure to the cool air. Of course he wastes no time pushing his fingers against your entrance, skillfully tracing both digits along your folds, gathering your arousal at the tips. “Baby please” you whine, not wanting to be teased today, not when someone could walk up to the top deck and interrupt the moment. You cling on to him tighter, feeling his fingers push into you, slow and steady, your tight wet walls snug around him. You seem to clench around him in time with the waves rocking against the boat, the cool breeze helping control your body temperature, not wanting to leave sweat marks along the sun beds to give away what the two of you are up to.

“Wetter than the ocean” he teases, scissoring his fingers inside of you, your arousal dripping against him, curling his digits upwards to brush against the spot inside you that has you squirming against him. He rests his forehead against yours, noting how your body heat radiates onto his skin, your cheeks flushed, steady whimpers falling from your lips. “Moan for me baby, let the whole of Italy know who’s making you feel good”.

An orgasm was quickly approaching you, a pinch-me moment overtaking your body as you look out to the shore line, sandy beach only entertaining the last few remaining people of the night, the orange glow of lights gleaming through the windows of the chocolate box houses, praying none of them are owners of binoculars or take a keen interest in boats- because they’d certainly get an eyeful if they wanted to examine the one you were currently laid on (or getting laid on to be more accurate.)

“Cum on my hand” his words seem to resonate with you, your body obeying to his instructions. Legs becoming jelly-like as the knot bursts in your stomach. And the moan that was trapped in your throat pings into the air of the night, loud enough to make the staff downstairs freeze and listen out for a call, wondering if you were calling them for extra champaign. All you needed right now was right in front of you, poking you in the thigh. Whimpering at the empty feeling when he pulls his fingers out of you, clenching around the vacancy.

The wind picks up a little, brushing through your hair and rocking the boat to the right. Both of you bracing for the captain to rush to the top deck, blowing your cover. Giggling a little when the boat straightens out and the rocking stops. “Fucking cockblock” he groans, making you laugh, tucking your head into his neck. Your blushed cheeks would certainly blow your cover. “Gotta be quick” he whispers, “Wanna fuck on the Mediterranean sea”. The ocean seems to talk back to him, a large splash and spraying droplets of water falling against your calves.

He leans forward to catch your lips in a messy, clumsy kiss. Pushing himself out of his swim shorts, cock slapping against his toned torso, freckled tanned skin pressed against yours, your fingers drawing little hearts against his back, the outlines seeming to freeze when the tip of his hard cock brushes against your entrance, easily slicked with your arousal that stills lingers from your previous orgasm. His body hovers over yours, slightly leaning to the side to both keep his balance and to try and make it less obvious that he’s making love to you on top of a boat. Your hand wraps around his length, guiding him in the right position as if he hasn’t done it thousands of times before, but he can’t complain at the sight, something so beautiful yet filthy about your wedding ring sparkling in the light as you pump your hand up and down his cock. “That ring looks great whilst you wank me off” he moans, smirking when you let out a shocked gasp at his vulgar words.

He can’t quite believe his luck when he sinks into you, in that moment he thanks god, his lucky stars, and everything in between. His beautiful wife, the love of his life, moaning his name in the middle of the Mediterranean sea. A dream brought to life. “God you feel good... every- fuck- everytime” he praises the feel of your tight walls wrapped around him, warm and wet, just like how they always are for him. No time is wasted, his hips moving in a perfect rhythm, you’re quite impressed that he can keep himself balanced with the boat swaying in unison with the waves. His cock was enough to make you a moaning mess, reminding yourself you can’t be too loud due to the company downstairs. Instead sinking your teeth into his shoulder to try and silence yourself.

Pain is always something that turned him on, having a kink for anything involving spanking, choking, and hair pulling. So it’s no surprise when he throws his head back in ecstasy at the feel of your teeth grazing his skin, certain he’ll have a mark in the morning to remember the moment. It’s like you’ve read his mind, fingers pushing through his hair and grabbing a fistful, tugging at the roots with each thrust. With the pent up feeling of you wrapped around him as well as the added nipping and tugging he could nearly cum right there and then. But he’s learnt over the years of being together how to control himself, wanting to elongate sex with you, rinsing every second of being inside you.

“Cum for me again baby, give me another one” he encourages, watching you feebly mutter something inaudible, pleasure messing with your words, sweat growing on your collar bone, rising up the skin of your neck and painting your cheeks a darker red. The rapid clenching of your pussy tells him you’re approaching your second high, thighs slick with arousal, painting his skin damp with each thrust. “You’re boobs look great” he says under his breath, hearing you let out a little giggle and whisper “so romantic”, quick to change that when his mouth trails down to your right boob, leaving a wet trail of kisses to your breasts, nipping one of your nipples between his teeth and grazing it gently. Against your boobs you hear him whisper; “you’re close, I can feel it baby, c’mon” with three harsh thrusts, shaking your body with each one.

And just like that, with a loud whine and a cry you’re giving in to his words, pussy convulsing around his length, squeezing him towards his own high. His hand clamps over your mouth before you can scream his name for the whole of Positano to know, surely by now the captain and the staff must have an inkling about what you’re up to, they’d seen the eyes you were giving each other all day. The little slaps to your ass from him as you prepared to dive into the emerald sea, or how you sat on his lap whilst he fed you watermelon, his tongue licking playfully at your chin to capture the juices.

Now his favourite juices soaked his cock, his baby scratching lines into his back- far less innocent than the hearts that were drawn on his skin earlier. Your bikini bottoms on the floor and your bikini top flooded by your boobs and they hang over the edge of the material. In that moment you’re both so free, nature housing such pleasure.

He’s not far behind you, he couldn’t possibly be when your pussy grips at him with such force, dirty words encouraging him to coat your walls with his seed. “Cum for me hubby” it’s more the new title that does it for him. This was his life, married to a filthy little goddess, making love to you where anyone could see, yet in this moment it was only you and him- just like it’ll be for the rest of your lives.

He frantically slaps his hips against yours, the overwhelming sensation to cum washes over him quickly, feeling the fire in this pit of his tummy grow bigger then it ever had before. “I’m gonna cum baby” he chokes out, the grip on yur hips becoming tighter, thrusting into you as he rapidly chases his high, “it’s gonna be so much, it’s- fuck- oh god” you can’t seem to string a sentence together, stuttering and shaking with each word.

“Fill me up baby” you whisper, scratching at the back of his neck, “Drown me” you can’t help but let out a little giggle, “pardon the pun” he scoffs at your attempt of linking being on the sea with your pussy ‘drowning’ in his cum. Trying to hide his smirk, tongue licking his top teeth as he shakes his head.

“Still making stupid puns whilst I’m balls deep inside ya… I married an idiot” he laughs, pulling you even closer to him, soon to choke on his own moans, hitting his high and spilling his seed sloppily inside of you, the sensation making your walls clench, draining him of every last drop of cum he can give you. Riding out his high with a few more lazy thrusts, pushing his cum deep into you, his rhythm faltered by the rocking boat, nearly losing balance when his wobbly legs push himself off of you.

Now you’re a sight to behold, breathless, glowing with that freshly fucked look. Eyes watching him intently as he pushes himself into his shorts and lazily looks for your bottoms, knowing if his cum dripped out of you there would be a hefty fee for leaving ‘bodily fluids’ on the sun lounger.

***

The stars start to poke through the dark sky, sailing back to shore in a comfortable silence, chests still rising and falling in a quicker manner then usual, regaining the normality of not being caught up in each other's bodies. His finger plays with your ring, yours plays with his. How a simple gold band could look so flawless on his hand.

As the waves say one last goodbye, now twinkling under the light of the moon, the boat moors into the dock. Hand in hand walking back to land, still feel the rocking sensation as you get used to the solid floor beneath your feet.

“So…” he whispers, aware it’s late at night, a buzz of nightlife coming from the restaurant nearby, your arms swinging in unison. “This time again next year?” he smirks, this certainly couldn’t be a one time thing.

“See you then” you wink playfully, voice laced with sleep, ready to head back to the villa and be held in his arms for the rest of the night.

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youleftme-clarke · 6 years ago

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🎈Happy Birthday to Me 🎈

So, I'm not a big gift person. I'm not a fan of quantifying love in dollar signs. But this year is different. My birthday is different this time around. Because in a world gone so commercial, I've somehow managed to wind up with the greatest birthday present a girl can ask for.

This list is far from inclusive, and only the tip of the iceberg so please don't hate me if I miss you!

And also, tune in tonight around 11pm est to witness my drunk ass doing drunk asks. The last time I got smashed and went on Tumblr, I ended up screaming about there being avocados in my guacamole, so tonight is sure to be an adventure. Who knows, maybe I’ll put out a few drunk drabbles if I’m in the mood...

🎁 @octannibal-blake Liz! My anonymous hyena! My angst hoe! My love! You have become such a constant in my life in such a short amount of time and I don't know where I'd be without you. You're one of the kindest people I know. You're caring and understanding and I am so thankful to have gotten to know you. I love our Tuesday night screaming and our angsty writing. I love how you're always there for me, through thick and thin. I love how your inappropriate sense of humor is on par with mine. Basically, I love you, and I'm so thankful we're friends.

🎁 @the-most-beautiful-broom Lindsay you beautiful New Yorker! Have I mentioned lately how much your beautiful face lights up my dash on tuesdays? Because you're my dream aesthetic that I'll never be able to manage. You're a hero to tall women everywhere, standing tall and proud in a way I'm envious of. You're a kick ass woman in a male-dominated industry and that basically makes you my idol. And that’s not even touching on your absolutely incredible writing. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, from just being a friend to reading and editing my writing to co-running a blog with me. I love you so! We need to finish that fluffy as hell Jeresa wedding fic soon!! I still don’t know if I love you or hate you for absolutely ruining all hopes I’ve ever had of finding a man good enough for my standards after introducing me to James Valdez... One thing is for sure, I now know I’ll only ever date a guy in aviators.

🎁 @asroarke my very own southern belle <3 your very specific brand of humor is something I never knew that I needed in my life until it was there and I realized I’d be lost without it. Your love for Shawn Macallan Mendes never ceases to amaze me. I don’t love that we’re going through the same sort of situation right now, but I do love that I have you by my side through it to talk to and to understand. I’d be lost if I didn’t have you to turn to when my world gets dark, so thank you for being just the way you are, even though you think that you’ll be able to out-positivity me one day. Your writing is so incredible it made me terrified to talk to you for ages, but I’m thankful for the realization that we’re all only human (for the most part)

🎁 @raven-reyes-of-sunshine you beautiful ray of sunshine! You are loving and positive and such a bright spot in this world that’s going to shit. I love your writing, your never ending supply of laughs, and all your screaming in the group chat about Jeresa and Bellarke and life in general. Thank you so much for being you <3

🎁 @failing-at-being-an-angel my first real Tumblr friend! I’d be so lost without you! Here’s to a year (and almost a half) of insane long distance friendship. Thank you for all the love you have for me, for your wild stories and understanding heart. You are so much more than you could ever imagine, and the world is a better place because you’re in it. I’m blessed to have gotten to know you over all this time, and to be able to call you one of the best parts of my life. You’re definitely not failing at being an angel. You’re the best one there is.

🎁 @sat-star-one Nat Nat Natalie! My little American bicon! I still remember the time you ran away from your own party to FaceTime me and everyone starting going crazy at my accent. I love the texts you send me about your day, just out of the blue. I read every single one, even though sometimes i’m too busy to answer. You make me laugh, and I’m so glad we started talking over the fic that makes everyone message me. I hope everything goes okay with your dad. I tink about you lots.

🎁 @pillowprincesslexa Kim... I don’t even have words for you. You’re the shittiest person I’ve ever known when it comes to answering messages, but damn girl, you make my whole day worth it when we do talk. You’re brilliant and funny and thirsty as all hell, and that’s what makes every friendship worth it. My Bellarke ass stalks your Alycia blog daily because your posts give me life. I get such a laugh out of you and your anons and please don’t ever change.

🎁 @galaxyblake Sonia! You absolutely wild Columbian bi! I’ve missed you on my dash these last few weeks, and I hope you’re doing well! I’ve loved getting to know you this year. You’re beautiful inside and out, and I hope you know that! I hope we get to see you again soon <3

🎁 @atlasbellamy MEG! Thank you so much for being you! I loved all your reaction videos that you posted, and all your screaming about Bellarke! I owe you so much for discord and for our little group of delinquents. Your writing is incredible, your talent out of this world, and I can’t wait until you’re famous enough for me to be able to tell people that I knew you back in your fandom days <3 never give up on your dreams, babe!

🎁 @grumpybell okay so we’re not really mutuals (I don’t know, maybe, but we’ve hardly talked) but you’re on the list because you’ve always been such an inspiration for me! You’re talented and funny and you’ve always been such goals for me one this website, so I’m thankful that you’re starting Bellarke After Dark back up so maybe we’ll have the chance to become closer <3

🎁 @op-stand My Canadian sweetheart <3 I’ve loved getting to know you and screaming and shouting about James together. You’re sweet and soft and such a great friend! I hope all the Bellarke and Jeresa this summer brings us closer together!

🎁 @freckldbellamy Kayleigh! Your smile is one of the greatest thing on this green planet! You are too sweet and I’m thrilled to call you friend. I know that you’ll be there for me if I need you. You’re so positive and just such a ray of light in both fandom and in life, and I’m thankful that Lindsay and QOTS brought us together!

🎁 @killsandthrills Hollywood! Your selfies and snaps really make it look like you’re out there living your best life, and that’s what I live for. I’m glad you reached out and joined our little James fandom of 6. It’s been a thrill to watch this show by your side. Never stop smiling.

🎁 @perhalta Jules! I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone so ready to just serve tea, no matter how scalding. Your sweet smile lights up your whole face and my whole day. Don’t change. Keep being so unapologetically bi as fuck. You’re a gift, and I love you <3

🎁 @nerdybellamy Ezri! If you weren’t so far away on the second best Canadian coast, we’d be such good irl friends! You were one of the first in my fandom fam, and one of the people that really transformed my Tumblr experience from just passively blogging to actively participating in fandom, and I love you for it.

🎁 @blueshirtbell Isla! My British babe! I love your writing and your fangirling about VirtueMoir! Your writing never ceases to blow me away, and I’ve loved getting to know you even more over discord. Your accent is marvellous, your translation of Jordan’s posts truly magnificent, and your entire personality just an overall blessing. I love you my darling!

🎁 @scottmcgivemeacall FRIEND! I’ve started living for the sound of my chat going off at 10:01 every Tuesday! I love how you come to me every week to lose our minds about t100. I’ve had such a good time watching you slowly spiral as Jeresa took over your soul, and I can’t wait for my messages on Thursday to start going off at 10:01, too!

🎁 @diyozaa MJ! You are just a positive, wonderful, ray of sunshine in this fandom! I love how much you stan Charmaine Diyoza. Let’s be real. She’s the badass criminal we deserve after 4 seasons of disgusting antagonists. Your edits are wonderful, and I’m definitely crying over you making icons with my face this morning! Thank you for being so unapologetically you!

🎁 @dylanobrienisbatman I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE FUCKING GORGEOUS BECAUSE OMG YOU’RE A BABE. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, your smut is just... HOLY SHIT. I can’t believe that I was the one who inspired that? wowowowowwww. I don’t remember why we started talking, but damn am I glad we did! <3 <3

🎁 @bellamybb KATH! I’m so glad that we’re back in touch after nearly a year apart! You’ve changed my life in so many ways and I’ll never be able to thank you <3 You’re a blessing and I might not even be here if it wasn’t for you, so you’ll always be one of the most important people in the world.

🎁 @thelittlefanpire Sara! You’re so uplifting and encouraging and I love that you’ve recently become such a more active part of this fandom recently. Seeing you on discord makes me smile, because I know that whatever the conversation, it’ll be good. Thanks for being you, supermom and all!

🎁 @queenstephaniaa STEPH! Your QOTS freakouts have me living! I’m so lucky that this incredible show brought me to you. You’re such a blessing and it’s been an honour getting to know you. Please don’t ever change!

🎁 @verbam i don’t know if you post your name online so I won’t say it, but YOU! The day you posted about looking for blogs that weren’t actively anti-O was the highlight of my year because it was basically “omg! this is it! This is my chance to talk to my biggest writing idol!” You’re the reason I got into fanfic, and the reason I haven’t stopped posting since. You give me the courage to post the wildest smut, and I die whenever you update your fics. You’re such a talented, amazing writer, and I’ve recently gotten to know that you’re also an amazing friend, so thank you for reaching out, and thank you for everything that you’ve inspired me to become! I owe you a good portion of my tumblr fame!

#youleftme clarke #my friendssss #all these gorgeous wonderful humans deserve a follow #i'm so lucky to have them #happy birthday to me #you're all my presents

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Omg Toronto you were a dream! What a crowd! Tonight we play Detroit! Come and do the oogabooga! 6/15/22 WED Detroit MI Marble Bar W/ Magic Castles, Sisters of Your Sunshine Vapor 6/16/22 THU Chicago IL Sleeping Village W/ Magic Castles, Sisters of Your Sunshine Vapor 6/17/22 FRI Milwaukee WI Back Room at Colectivo W/Magic Castles, Sisters of Your Sunshine Vapor 6/18/22 SAT Minneapolis MN 7th St Entry Magic Castles, Sisters of Your Sunshine Vapor 6/21/22 TUE Seattle WA Madame Lou's W/ Haunted Summer 6/22/22 WED Portland OR Mississippi Studios W/ Haunted Summer 6/24/22 FRI San Francisco CA The Chapel W/ Haunted Summer 6/25/22 SAT Los Angeles CA Lodge Room W/ Haunted Summer, Reflective Detectives Los Angeles, CA - It’s been a long time coming, but it’s finally happening - Los Angeles-based neo-psych indie rockers The Warlocks will be bringing their trademark guitar swells and thundering rhythms to stages across the U.S. from coast-to-coast and everywhere in-between! Joining the band in support slots are the excellent Christian Bland & The Revelators, Beechwood, Magic Castles & Haunted Summer, Sisters of Your Sunshine Vapor, Reflective Detectives @christianbland @hauntedsummermusic @the_magic_castles @beechwoodnyc @reflectivedetectives @the_mary_veils @strangelot @thewarlockslsd poster/video by @carlosrossi “rebel student” drawing by @dollypartonmotorcycleclub Agency @highroadtouring label @cleopatrarecords (at Marble Bar) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce1R5dSLn1_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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pandapictures · 3 years ago

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thechampagnecircus · 3 years ago

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Fire is a Force

Earth, Air, Fire, Water; all natural elements that are beautiful and essential in their own rights. But when out of control can wreak havoc on our world. I am aware that wildfires have a place in the natural cycle, and promote the growth of new forests, but if run amok can destroy all in it’s path. I feel as though people don’t consider them a normal natural disaster, but they are. Although they can -and are- sometimes started by careless humans, it’s just like a hurricane or tidal wave and we are at it’s mercy. On this note, it is obvious that our trip to the lake this year was a bit different than the norm. With the heat wave and drought the summer brought, there was no denying the plethora of wildfires scattered throughout most of British Columbia. The entire province was a tinderbox and the inevitability of wildfires quickly came to fruition.

I did not grow up with wildfires as a threat, or annual fixture like those on the West Coast. There were the obligatory Smokey the Bear signs plastered in every small Maine town. With a fire risk meter -usually on low- and the famous line “Only YOU can prevent forest fires” shaking it’s finger at you. I learned from a young age to practice safe camping and summer behavior but I never experienced the fear of an actual fire that was spiralling out of control. Having said that, we were not short of other bullying weather entities. We had the rogue hurricane. Bob, Irene and Sandy all made appearances throughout the years. Hurricane Matthew crashed my cousin Sara’s wedding a few years ago. The uninvited guest who made quite the splash. I also witnessed a small tornado once in the car with my Mum when I was young. There were infinite thunderstorms married with hail and torrential downpours. Power outages caused by massive blizzards, and even the famous ice storm of ‘99 which any Mainer will undoubtedly remember. I mean, shit, Stephen King wrote a made-for-TV movie about it. But no fires.

I always heard crazy stories in California and Western North America, especially within the last ten years. I am sure there are implications of global warming and climate change that could be made, but I won’t fall down that rabbit hole. It is one thing to hear of devastating fires; as if they are some distant reality. But another to be in their path. Two years ago my first taste of this reality came to life. A wall of heavy smoke rolled into Calgary. It was a Friday and everything turned gray. But not just gray, it was purplish yellow, thick and blocked the sun with an infamous red glare. When I stepped outside, I could feel the weight of the air and the faintest smell of char. However, it passed in time for work on Monday and it was back to business as usual.

That same year, we had our first trip to the lake booked with friends. We were so excited to show them the waterfront we rave about every summer. As the plane landed in Kelowna we quickly realized that our dreams of a weekend filled with boating in the sunshine were not coming to pass. The air quality was at an all time high. We arrived in the afternoon but it looked like nighttime as the entire valley was shrouded in smoke. We stuck it out for our four days, staying inside most of the time, playing games and drinking way too much booze to drown our dashed expectations.

Fast forward to this year. As I mentioned before, this summer has been filled with record breaking heat and rainfall decided to take a hiatus. It was the perfect storm of dry conditions and intense temperatures that set the stage for a flash mob of fires to appear. As we were driving to the lake ten days ago, we drove through varying degrees of smoke levels. There were road closures, alerts and so many fires it was hard to keep track. The Sunday before we left, one fire by White Rock Lake had begun, and that was the one we were most worried about due to its location. It was still small and about 35 km away so we trudged on. We knew we wanted to make the most of our trip regardless. We arrived and within one day the air quality was at a 10++. The air hardly felt like air anymore, thick with particulates and the deep smell of cinder. The whole family was tentative and staying inside for the most part. But after a couple days, we began to spend time outside anyways. You know, YOLO. It was our vacation and hell, high water, or smoke wasn’t going to ruin our holiday. We were weary, and aware but still were able to boat, swim, drink pina coladas on the deck and seize the day. It’s funny how quickly you can become accustomed to something and your threshold for certain things begins to ascend. After about a week, the smoke had begun to wane and hope felt a bit restored, despite the fire to the North that was not letting up. We kept our heads up but were watching it like a flock of hawks.

My uncertainty was building with everyday and every update. I have never been good at waiting for the other shoe to drop. My anxiety and perhaps need for control cannot handle it. I like to know. Once I can make a decision and attack it, I feel comfortable. But limbo is not a place I like to be. Everyone else seemed to have an easier time going with the flow. Just relax and enjoy ourselves until we get news that we need to evacuate. I envy that in others. I truly do. I had a hard time fully immersing in the moment the last couple days. We were checking perimeter maps and articles, Twitter posts and updates every couple hours. Once we were under alert and the winds were unrelenting I knew it was only a matter of time. I felt it in my gut. My anxiety would run away with itself every once in a while, visualizing flames coming over the hill and us abandoning all belongings to dramatically escape in the nick of time by speed boat. But then I would quickly bring myself back with reassurance and remember that the fire department would order our evacuation long before that situation was coming to life.

Our plan for the last few days of our trip were to slowly clean, pack up and ease into a Saturday departure. Truthfully, it took some convincing from my husband as I was feeling antsy to leave as the rumours of evacuation were swirling and the fire was creeping closer and closer by Thursday night. But ironically Friday morning the smoke that had shadowed almost our whole trip had completely disappeared. The sun was out, cumulus clouds were floating in stereotypical perfection as if plucked out of a Bob Ross painting. The wind was blowing and if you breathed deeply for a second you forgot that just a few kilometers away the meanest, most out-of-control fire in BC was tip-toeing closer and closer. Just as we got settled to soak up our last day of vacation, the evacuation order came in. We took an hour or so to pack up and we were out by 1 pm yesterday. Due to road closures, construction, two car accidents and general traffic, it took us about 9 hours to get home to Calgary.

It felt wonderful to wake up in our own bed this morning, but our minds are still thinking about what is going on the Okanagan. The whole of Vernon is now on alert. They fear embers from the fire could create new fires by jumping the lake. We saw a video showing parts of Westside road, the road we take to get to our place, ablaze in rampant flames. Our hearts are sinking a bit in pessimism that it might reach our doorstep. I can’t help but feel selfish, here worrying about a vacation home. There are those who are displaced, in an evacuation center, praying their homes don’t burn to the ground. And I feel for them. Wholeheartedly. I can’t imagine the torment and anxiety of such a situation. But also, the lake house on Beachwood Road is our little slice of paradise. It harbors countless family memories, photos, the kid’s heights on a hallway ruler, meals cooked over wine and laughter, projects started and finished, a safe haven during quarantine. Aaron’s dad has put endless blood, sweat and tears into getting the cottage just right for every family visit. Putting in stone patios, a brilliant deck built from scratch, his peach tree he desperately tries to save from the deer, bedroom renovations to accommodate the entire gaggle of us so everyone has a place to sleep. Our kids have gone out a number of times to help their Bumpa hammer nails, dig window wells, drywall and install shiplap for their Amma. I am sad to think all that will be lost and what it means moving forward. At the end of the day, there is insurance and all materials can be replaced and structures rebuilt. We are all safe and my fingers are crossed in hopes that the brave people fighting this fire start to get it under control. May our piece of heaven be spared, but most importantly mother nature run it’s course with forgiveness.

#wildfires #british columbia #white rock lake fire #okanagan #bc strong

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oliveswitheverything · 7 years ago

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Excuse me, but do you have any vegan options?

Never did I imagine when I started my blog that I would find it so cathartic, the act of putting pen to paper (fingers to keyboard just doesn’t have the same ring) has a way of releasing thoughts and wonderings that otherwise seem to be trapped, yet yearning to decamp, from the overactive muddle that is my brain.

Talking of the longing to decamp from the everyday, Gary and I recently celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary. 15 years felt like a great reason to get away, just the two of us and chill out. Chloe had filled her weekend with sleepovers and catching up with friends within 15 minutes of us telling her this idea.

Of course the idea of a weekend away filled me with excitement but the first thought that popped into my head was “What will I eat?” This wasn’t strange to me as it’s usually my first thought upon waking up anyway. But a whole weekend away of breakfasts, lunches and dinners that weren’t prepared and ingredient checked by me was rather daunting.

So off we went, bags packed, toothbrushes forgotten and the merlot double checked to make sure it hadn’t been left behind. We were staying in the beautiful Roe Park Resort Limavady, nestled away from the buzz of the town it was surrounded by beautiful woodland and an award winning golf course. Upon checking in I discovered my old romantic had booked us into the Orchid Suite. A stunning suite overlooking the golf course, complete with sitting area, large beautifully carved bed and a Jacuzzi in the bathroom. Everything you need for a romantic getaway. The room had full tea and coffee facilities (kettle and nespresso machine) and it was easy to get hold of soya milk in the hotel.

Having been on the road most of the afternoon my thoughts soon turned to food. We decided to try out The Coach House. This was the more relaxed option of the two restaurants, full of golfers and families. I realised pretty quickly that the menu didn’t have any vegan options but I did spy an Oriental Vegetable Noodle Stir Fry with Phuck-Phuck sauce, turns out it wasn’t vegan but I still wonder what was in that sauce. Our waitress was great about going and checking with the chef what would be suitable for me, in fact the chef came and spoke to me and asked would I be happy with a vegan pasta provencale; Happy? I’d be bloomin’ delighted! The yummy mix of tomatoes, courgette, aubergine and peppers was accompanied by a rocket and new potato salad.

Well rested and ready for a day out and about I looked out the window to discover the good ole Norn Iron liquid sunshine, in other words it was raining! We decided to have Breakfast in Bed which was toast and fruit salad, along with a big pot of coffee and soya milk. The soya milk wasn’t on the menu but again they were really accommodating. We headed to Coleraine, being a north coast regular growing up I was pleased to see many of my favourite shops still there and a host of new ones too. As with nearly all our shopping trips we ended up in Starbucks and I tried the new Matcha Tea Latte with almond milk, this was probably the greenest thing I’d ever seen and convinced myself that something that green must be good for me!

Anybody who goes to the North Coast knows that the place to eat is the Ramore Wine Bar. Overlooking the harbour, the desserts are almost a tourist attraction in themselves. I was sure this was going to be the place where I would find the elusive vegan item shining proudly on the menu. I even had it on good authority that the owner’s wife was vegan so surely there was an item for me in there somewhere! But no, no matter how many times I read that menu nothing even closely resembled the vegan yumminess I craved! Although the staff were really helpful in accommodating me, my heart sank as I was told the only vegan option would be a baked potato and side salad. Really? In the Ramore? But my heart sang when the waiter told me he could get me a curried lentil dahl from their upstairs restaurant, The Mermaid. If my heart sang at the thought of the dahl then it was in a flown blown, hair swishing, hip shaking Beyonce dance video at the taste. Gary says I have a tendency to get over excited at everything and that sometimes the only difference between me and a puppy is the puddle on the floor but this dahl was absolutely gorgeous, I tried to stretch it out as long as possible and have spent ages this week trying to find a recipe to recreate it.

Dinner that night was included in our package and was in Greens Restaurant, a more formal setting than the previous night. Once again there was no set vegan item on the menu but I was able to ask for the Garden Veg Risotto to be adapted to suit. This followed a lovely melon and raspberry fruit bowl. Adding to my 5-a-day (yeah ok, I suppose a gin soaked blackberry doesn’t count) was a gorgeously tart Bramble cocktail.

Both of us really enjoyed our stay in the Roe Park and would love to visit again but if I had one wish, it would extend to not only the Roe Park or the Ramore but for the majority of restaurants and that would be to have one, not a whole menu, but one choice on the menu that I can say “YES that’s for me.”

Which has left me wondering……………….am I part of the problem or part of the solution?

Until next time,

Love Olive You

Jayne xx

* Check out my Instagram Page @oliveswitheverything for all the photos of the food mentioned above plus everything else I love to eat and discover

**Our visit to the Roe Park was paid for in its entirety by us. And as always all opinions expressed are my own.

#vegan #veganism #veganfood #vegangetaway #vegansofig #veganblog

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daveywankenobie · 7 years ago

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After a truly lovely afternoon at Portmerion on Friday (link) the next thing to do was get to our hotel, have something to eat and see the lay of the land.

As it turned out both the hotel (The Lion) and the location (Criccieth- which was chosen almost completely at random) were really nice!

Although we’d planned to explore a little, after eating at a nearby restaurant (we went for an Indian meal where I had a rather tasty Chicken Shashlik) we both decided we were a bit pooped and that an early night was called for.

We’d retire to our rooms and start fresh in the morning.

The next day (after a relatively on plan breakfast – I trimmed the fat off the bacon and left the hash browns and sausages alone) we headed off to the nearby Criccieth Castle – with the intention that we’d have a look around and then wander along the coast.

However the castle (at 9.30am on a Saturday) appeared to be completely closed!

Sadly there was nothing for it but to carry on toward the beach – and this (it turned out) was actually a rather good thing.

Although we didn’t realise it at the time the tide was slowly on its way in – but for the moment it was quite far out and we could amble slowly along, hopping from rock to rock, looking at the sea and just generally exploring.

The weather had (for the second day in a row) come up trumps and it was absolutely impossible to not get slightly lost in the calm of a day where we found ourselves in yet another unspoiled area of natural beauty that was largely deserted.

I can only assume that the rest of the UK was glued to the royal wedding – which seemed to be a theme for the rest of the day too.

As we sifted through the pebbles and drift wood whilst soaking up the ambiance we slowly made our way to the North End of Criccieth beach until we reached an estuary and abruptly found ourselves cut off.

At this point we decided to hop onto the coastal path back toward town – which we ended up sticking to (with one or two deviations) for most of the afternoon.

By the time we had made our way back the castle had opened to the public – and thanks to my friend being a patron of CADW (link) we managed to get free entry which was a bit of a bonus!

Initially I was simply entranced by the view of the beach we’d just walked along (which was now mostly under water) and we found a spot where we could just sit back for a few minutes to appreciate the sunshine, the breeze and the passing gulls – which we were suddenly eye to eye with as they flew by.

To be honest life doesn’t get much better than sitting back and looking at miles stretching into the distance – and knowing that all of them are ones you’ve just walked along and climbed over.

The castle is derelict (destroyed around 1400 by the English to crush the uprising of Owain Glyndwr) but probably all the more beautiful for being so.

The view commanded from its ‘Engine Tower’ (where local historians believe there was a trebuchet capable of shelling the beach or surrounding area) is just great. The whole area opens up when you stand there – and you can only imagine what it would be like if the two story tower that once housed the artillery was still present and you could stand on its battlements.

From where we stood, far away in the distance was out next destination. We would follow the promenade along the sandier part of the beach and then rejoin the coastal path.

But not before a bite to eat.

We sat in the shade for a while and tucked into lunch – which in my case was a baked potato with tuna and some coleslaw.

The path we were following ran parallel to the coastal railway – which for the whole time we were there barely seemed to showcase a single train.

I could have been tied to the tracks for most of the day completely without incident.

The lovely thing about the absence of passengers or freight was that we could just enjoy the peace and quiet and the incidental details of hedgerows and bushes alongside the path.

It wasn’t long before we’d reached the far end of the trail and after climbing up a small hill found ourselves overlooking a much busier beach filled with cars, camper vans and some rather mysterious looking coves cut into the rock.

The view from here was also fantastic – and it seemed that it was almost impossible to look in ANY direction without a sharp intake of breath and saying ‘wow!’

We sat on the rocks – around 100metres above the beach and looked down on the people below whilst we chatted about what to do next.

Since there was absolutely no plan to any of the day’s activities we just decided to sit for a while, enjoy the sunshine and then wander back into town for an evening meal.

This time however we’d take the beach route and walk along the shore line instead of the coastal path – which as we came back down the other side of the hill showed just how far we’d walked from the castle.

The beach is absolutely unspoiled – and the water quality is fantastic.

It’s so clear and blue when the weather’s nice that you’d be forgiven for thinking you could just reach down and drink a handful – but sadly you can’t.

What you can do though is gaze endlessly into little limpet pools when you find them and look for teeny tiny creatures (of which sadly there weren’t any willing to pose for a photo.)

Once we’d made our way back to town and had a quick shower (it was a warm day!) we headed out again to an oddity that we’d spotted earlier on in town.

A convenience store, video rental outlet and kebab shop all in one!

The Criccieth Star is something of a little miracle.

I’ve NEVER before seen a standard corner shop with a fast food outlet directly opposite the guy on the till – yet here it was!

Furthermore the kebabs on offer were the griddled shish kebab kind rather than the awfully unhealthy doner variety. I chose to go for a large lamb one with salad and my and my friend chose to go for chicken.

The plan was to eat it on near the sea with some drinks – and honestly it turned out to be the perfect place to munch away.

It was getting a little colder by this point so we headed back to the hotel. Since we were both a little pooped (we’d been walking for around 9-10 hours!) and were nodding off a bit we both headed off to our respective beds.

I however couldn’t sleep.

It seemed a waste of a day to go to sleep so early – so I nipped out for one last walk and sat watching the sun go down by the beach with a friendly seagull.

As I strolled back to my room later that evening (after having a natter with a nice Welsh lady in the petrol station) I was feeling pretty blissed out.

Considering almost none of our trip had been regimented or planned we appeared to have once more fallen squarely into the hands of Lady Luck and she’d adeptly caught us with a smile on her face.

I couldn’t help but wonder what we’d get up to the following day and if our good fortune (and the weather) would hold out!

Tune in tomorrow and find out internet!

Davey

Criccieth After a truly lovely afternoon at Portmerion on Friday (link) the next thing to do was get to our hotel, have something to eat and see the lay of the land.

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