#That’s A Awful Lot Of Gelato

[gelatomoon]

<3 cant thank everyone enough for all the help ive received so far with gelatos teeth costs ;__; <3 <3 was very overwhelmed but seeing ppl spread and donate really takes a lot of weight off my shoulders ! sorry ive been a bit inactive the past year has been turbulent and currently in the middle of figuring out moving and housing as well. i know i just kinda post art and run every once in a while but i always read the sweet tags and replies and messages even if im not very good at responding to them, so thank you they really brighten my day ! hopefully after i move ill get in the groove of drawing more consistently ^_^

a pic of gelato begging for fish for u all 

[remotewatch]

can’t hit it one time, multiple

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 2.9k wc

minors dni but still get involved and stay informed politically let me be clear

summary: volunteering is so rewarding! being a part of a cause you believe in, educating first time voters, getting dicked by the campaign’s eye candy on your lunch break; it’s got everything!

cws: shameless classic 1D style smut, bus rocking, wrap it before you tap it on THE Harris campaign reproductive freedom bus (is it legally actionable to call it by its govt name), whatever the hell is going on with the JD videos cranked up to 100, reader calls him both diva and a slut, both not totally serious, his tripod is your wingman, this Barbie tastes like clementines, semi public sex I GUESS, sub!jack SOMEWHAT

many thanks to my editor (and co-writer this time around) @mystardustmelodyyy for the organizing and romantic flair 🩵🗳️

additional thanks to Jack and the team for the inspirational Philly content, do keep it up !!

Although your day of volunteering had been nothing terribly exciting so far- setting up chairs, guiding people to their seats, a LOT of directing lost families to the bathroom- the whole town hall was thrumming with a sense of hope that felt nothing short of electric. You didn’t realize how busy you’d been until you finally got a chance to sit down and make up some gift bags. That took no time at all, leaving you a nice free chunk of the day to wander around and soak up the atmosphere. There had been rumors of a free gelato truck, and the empty breezeway pointed to them being true. The sharp thwap of sambas slapping onto marble snapped you out of your daydreaming; almost empty, apparently.

As you rounded the corner, you spotted the source of the racket: America’s most polarizing nepo baby. Filming… a stunt of some kind? He takes a running start into a front flip, landing close enough to his tripod to throw it off balance. After repositioning it and trying again, his shoes slip in a puddle on the floor, forcing him to splay out a hand to avoid falling onto his ass.

You were well aware of Jack’s work; your feed was convinced you were precisely his target demo and had been pushing his content onto you since July. Maybe it wasn’t totally off base. Regardless, watching him struggle to land a perfect somersault was much more endearing than the finished videos. When he stands up for a third attempt and manages to tangle a tripod foot up with his pants in the process, you’re unable to suppress a fit of giggles.

“Are you winning over there, diva?”

Jack looks a bit sheepish when he first glances up but recovers quickly. He adjusts the tripod and hits you with the same smile your algorithm insists makes you weak.

“I think it’s still too close to call.”

“Did you want some help with the…whatever it is you’re recording?”

One of the tripod legs abruptly gives out, the clatter echoing around the breezeway. Jack winces and nudges the fallen hunk of fiberglass with his shoe.

“Yeah, that would be great, if you don’t mind.” Five long strides over to you and he’s pressing his phone into your hands, camera already open. “If you’d just follow- well, you saw what I was trying to do.”

You can’t say if it’s the pressure of a live audience of him being fed up with his previous attempts, but Jack flips perfectly into frame this time, proceeds immediately to an immaculate standing backflip, then takes off towards the other end of the breezeway without so much as glancing at the camera. He leaps up and clicks his heels a few steps in, only turning around when you’re starting to wonder if he’s just ditching the shoot altogether.

“How was that?” He shouts on his way back over.

“Looks good!” You have no earthly idea what he was going for, but it fits right in with the absurdist athletic vibe he’s been rocking with between his more overt political content.

“Aw, that’s great. Thank you!” he beams at you after looking over the footage (you try not to focus on how small the phone looks in his hands). “The lighting is perfect too.”

“Oh, good!” Thank god. “Did you need help with anything else?”

Jack rolls his eyes mischievously like he's considering letting you in on a huge secret. “I was actually going to film a thing or two for JD if you’ve got an extra minute.”

“For that? Absolutely!”

His grin stretches wider to match yours at that response, and you realize you’re smiling at each other like two idiots.

“I’m Jack, by the way.”

He repeats your name back after you introduce yourself, and you wish he’d do it again so you can keep watching his lips move saying it.

🔹🔹🔹🔹

This time, Jack gives you slightly more direction, guiding you to hold the phone at an angle just high enough to skew provocative as he leisurely strolls backwards through the hallway. You don’t need to coach him into angling his head just right to catch the afternoon sun in his eyes; he’s got the bambi look down pat.

“JD, I really miss you. Won’t you come home so we can be a family again?” He motions just out of frame for you to aim higher, but you’re already adjusting the shot before you see his signal. “You said I shouldn’t be voting because I’m not a dad like you. Is that true, JD? Or are you making up stories again?”

Jack glances backward to check if there’s enough room for him to keep up his pace, then breaks for a second to ask “Alright, one more?” The two octave difference almost makes you drop his phone, but you keep it together and nod.

His eyes crinkle up adorably when he smiles. “Sweet.” Then he’s back to business, eyefucking the camera like he just got out of prison.

“JD, I thought you knew everything, and you told me that I should never lie. How am I supposed to trust you if I don’t know when you're telling a story or not?”

You stick your bottom lip out and mouth “more”; he happily obliges. Jack looks every bit the foxy little public servant as he peers out at the lens from under his eyelashes.

“Can you help me understand, JD? I want to understand. I just need a little help. Can you show me?” Christ, he’s practically purring. Thankfully, he snaps back to director mode before you can get too lost in the rhythm.

“You think that was too much?”

“I think you could do a little more, to be really honest.”

His eyes narrow knowingly. “How so?”

“...You could go down on your knees.” You’re half joking at the most and still think you’ve crossed a line, but sure enough, he’s kneeling down and crossing his ankles like it couldn’t come more naturally to him.

He’s still plenty tall enough to bite your pant zipper, and you quickly shove the thought aside.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, perfect, just like that.”

This time, he might as well be on mute for all the words you’re processing. It’s all slow blinking doe eyes, curls bouncing with every emphatic head tilt, his tongue stretching out to wet his lips between sentences. The “Can you show me?” rocks straight through you and breaks the spell when Jack glances up at you. His expression shifts from mockingly innocent to coquettish for just a scorching, enduring moment, then he’s back on his feet, back to the bubbly, personable demeanor you’d expect from him.

“Thank you again for the help. She was NOT playing nice today.” he nods back at the tripod.

“Oh, it’s no problem! I love your work.” He waves a hand modestly.

“I love your work! You actually came out here and helped! It’s so much more important than what I do. Is this your first event?”

“It is! It’s my first time.”

“Well, we love first timers around here.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” The implication hits you a beat too late, so you pad it with a restrained “It’s really interesting to see the behind the scenes of it all.”

Jack rocks back on his heels, his eyebrows drawing up playfully.

“Have you seen the bus?”

“Of course I’ve seen the bus!”

“No, I meant the inside of it. Did you want to see that?” He allows himself the forwardness of a head tilt.

What else could you say?

“Yeah, I really would.”

🔹🔹🔹🔹

Bless the gelato truck, because there’s not a trace of human activity on this side of the building. You’re barely paying attention to the formality of a tour Jack’s giving; his enthusiasm is adorable, but the way his fingers spread as he’s pointing out every feature in the bus is making your mind wander.

“Shoes on or off?” you manage to ask.

“Oh, whatever you want. We’re not strict.” Off, then. “As you can see, this is where the magic happens.”

Once you get to the middle of the bus, the combination of campaign paraphernalia and scattered phone chargers, melatonin gummies, and cold brew cans feels like you’re getting a peek into something thrilling. There’s a map of tour stops tacked up with current polling results on a small whiteboard to the side. It’s close, but no doubt doable. You’re so swept up that you nearly smack your head on an open cabinet door when you turn back to face your host. His hand shifts back along its edge to cushion the impact before you can think to duck, and the heat from it makes your cheek tingle.

“Careful, it’s tight in here!” he teases.

It’s hard to shake the feeling of trespassing.

“Are you sure I’m good to be here?” Jack turns back from replenishing half empty swag baskets to smile reassuringly.

“No one needs it until one. When do you have to get back?”

“My break ends at one thirty.”

“I guess it’s our bus, then!” He fetches you a sparkling water from the minifridge and cracks open his own like he owns the place. You elect to remain standing and lean against one of the chairs opposite, certainly not because you want to have him looking up at you for as long as possible.

Jack is all long limbs and tanned striations as he stretches out on the bench seat like a cat, his wingspan nearly spanning its whole length. When he arches slightly to get comfortable, his shirt catches under his pecs and makes your mouth go dry. You wonder if you’re staring too much.

“So, do you have any other directing experience, or do you just have a knack for giving orders?” His head lolls to one side, soaking up your attention. One of his feet moseys it’s way over to you, and you uncross your ankles before it has a chance to nudge them in that direction.

“I think you’re just good at taking them.” Is that a blush you’re seeing? Jack breaks into a giggle that reads almost wistful.

“I was expecting you to tell me to roll over and balance a treat on my nose.”

“Anything for the campaign, right?”

“I mean, of course, but it's still those day to day interactions that are going to win this for us.”

“Yeah, the canvassing especially is really rewarding, I didn’t expect this many people to be undecided. I guess some of them still need a little convincing.” You plop down next to him, closer than you’d ever dare if he wasn’t flushed clear down to his shirt collar. Somehow, your right leg finds itself intertwined with his. He’s a fucking furnace, even directly under the AC unit.

“Not me though; I know exactly what I want to do.”

The corners of Jack’s mouth curl up without a shred of hesitation. He squints at you again before taking a slow pull of his Perrier, Adam’s Apple bobbing like it's begging you to bite it. His middle fingertip trails lazily around the rim as he sets it down. One last lip smack, then he’s pressing them onto yours and flooding your nose with the smell of clementines and sea salt.

The buzzing in your brain reaches a fever pitch when he drapes an arm around your waist to pull you closer. Tilting your head ever so slightly, your hand wanders up to cradle his face and press a thumb to his chin. A gentle push down to open Jack’s mouth and his tongue is snaking its way in, the obscene length of it sending sparks straight down to your clit. He breathes a contented, relieved moan into your mouth when your leg swings over his hips to straddle him, then little stilted mewls as you start rocking back and forth.

“You’re a little slut for democracy aren’t you? You tease, panting against his jawline.

“Who, me?” he grins and drags his hands up your thighs to settle on your ass, thumbs playing with your waistband.

You can feel your nipples hardening as you reach one hand out to steady yourself against the window. The bracing cold glass is delicious, but you flinch back when you spot people trickling back into view, gelato cups in hand, a few racing over to pose with the bus.

“Don’t worry; they can’t see you,” he chuckles along your sternum. Jack scooches too far forward trying to get a better angle to rut against you and nearly slides you both off the seat. You hear a whispered little “oh, shit,” before he scoops you up with one arm and shifts to stand, the other grabbing a spare water on his way to the rear of the bus. He collapses onto the deep sofa without missing a beat, but looks back up at you for reassurance, as if he’s somehow being presumptuous. You don’t even see it; you’re too busy yanking at his jeans like a madwoman after feeling how hard he is.

Concerns assuaged, he manages to pull both of your pants off without incident, only an accidental kick to the end table. Jack lets out a cackle when his hand slides low enough to feel you drip down his wrist.

“And I’m the slut for democracy?”

“Oh, shut up!”

You stretch behind him to the bin of condoms marked ‘F•CK PROJECT 2025’ on the far windowsill, shamelessly letting your breasts drag over his face in the process.

“It would really be a shame if we didn’t do some quality control, since we’re already here.” You trace one along his lips until they part to accept your gift.

“Such a waste,” Jack mimics you, if a bit muffled, as his incisors shred the foil wrapper. “And,” he adds cheekily with a shrug, “we’re fresh out of plan B.”

He’s already slid it on by the time you realize he’s unclipped your bra somewhere between here and the door, and you waste absolutely no time slipping him inside, so warm it makes you shudder. His eyelids flutter when you sit down fully; he’s whining like the bus is soundproof the second you get to work, all strained little whimpers and cut off syllables as you bounce in his lap. There’s not a minute to waste, and it’s showing in the breakneck pace you set. Jack’s movements are just as frantic, bucking up hard enough to threaten to throw you straight off this ride.

Desperate to see how far down he blushes, you slide your arms under his shirt, heat blooming up to your shoulders as you do. He gets your hint and tugs it off; you waste no time planting both hands on his pecs and letting your fingers run wild through his chest hair.

Meanwhile, your shirt and bra get caught on your elbow in the process of shedding them, and your left knee skids right off the couch while you’re distracted. Jack catches your shin effortlessly and plants his foot to keep his balance; you actually spot him smiling at his own reflexes. He rolls you both over without slipping out, chuckling a little “didn’t I tell you to be careful?” into your ear. He moves to let your leg down, and you throw it over his shoulder to keep him pinned flat against you before he can do so. The new angle restricts his range a bit, but he’s already shoving a hand down to strum at your clit, face millimeters from yours for the perfect view of just how much you’re loving it. He murmurs cockily when he sees you holding back. “Won’t you let me hear you?” There’s no way you’ll attract attention if you’re just moaning into his mouth, right?

It’s all too much; Jack’s whole body draped over you like a fever that won’t break, the way he’s panting down your throat every time you clamp around him, the little calluses on his occupied fingertips and how they maintain their perfect, unbearable pace no matter how much you thrash around. You can barely squeak out a “fuck, Jack, please-,”

His “I know, I know,” sounds just as ragged and that tips you right over the edge.

Jack’s composure completely unravels with the first pulse. His eyes screw shut and his hips still as deep as he can get to ride it out with you. You’re shaking and frothing like a can of Pepsi- sweet and sticking all along his slicked-flat happy trail as you lift your leg a little higher and over the back of his neck to pull him in closer. The beads of sweat on his forehead drip onto yours when he falls into another messy kiss, aftershocks buzzing comfortably through you both.

His phone timer jolts you out of your shared stupor.

“What is that?”

“12:30,” he groans into the couch cushion. “Sit tight, I’ll get you a towel.

🔹🔹🔹🔹

Jack is steaming your dress pants in one sock and his Hanes like its second nature, and it’s making a strong case for the hottest thing he could possibly do. In a few minutes, he’ll go out the front of the bus and stir up the crowd while you exit through the back.

“Take a bev for the road if you’d like.” He slaps the minifridge pointedly.

“Thanks, you’re such a good host!” you hadn’t moved from where you were laid out on the sofa; it was too much fun watching him get flustered from the compliment, “This was fun, getting to know you and all.”

“Yeah it was,” his tone is achingly sincere as he smiles back at you, face getting flushed all over again “...Not to be too bold, but could I get your number?”

[sleeplesssmoll]

Imagine if, somehow, Vertin got turned into pre-Breakaway Smoltin. Would chaos unfold in the Suitcase?

At first I was going to say "yes" but after really thinking about it...

Vertin's team is soooo protective of her. She'd be in safe hands. Also, Smoltin was a menace because she was forbidden from being true to herself. I think the team would be happy to show her new places, help her catch Critters, and tell her stories about their adventures. They'd give her the childhood she was robbed of. Even the little ones like Erik, Eagle, and the others would be happy to play the role of "Big Sister".

I'm sure she'd still get into shenanigans but everyone is in on it!

Also, maybe this could be an important time of healing for Sonetto. She gets to hug Smoltin. It's something she wish she did more of when they were younger instead of breaking her little heart. She'll be the one giving Smoltin toffees and sweets this time.

However, she is also unwilling to share Smoltin which means that the team is actively fighting over her. While Vertin was the black sheep at the Foundation, here she's the apple of everyone's eye 🍎

Regulus wants to show her all her favorite records.

Sotheby wants to show her potions and talk her ear-off about crazy ideas.

Druvis makes a swing out of tree branches in the Wilderness for Smoltin.

Blonney and Desert Flannel want to dress her up like a little doll.

Jessica introduces her Critter friends to Smoltin and the little one curls up between the fluffy Carbuncles.

Click is following her around and taking pictures of these precious moments.

Smoltin is in awe at how big Matilda and Sonetto are now! Matilda acts normal but admits to Sonetto in private that seeing Smoltin like this hurts. This is the life Vertin deserve; one full of happiness and belonging. She also remembers the day she thought Vertin was Reversed like the others which is something she never talks about, not even to Sonetto.

Smoltin befriends Pavia's dogs, who recognize her scent as the person who gives them treats. Pavia acts annoyed but makes no attempt to stop Smoltin from playing with his puppies. He even offers her some of his precious Gelato and is pleased by her excited reactions when she eats it. He tells her to smile like that more often because he's sick of her stoic face (referring to Vertin as the Timekeeper).

Oliver Fog wanted no part of this. He's only concerned about getting her back to normal, but X thinks the whole thing is hilarious. He is in no rush and takes his time showing her his inventions. He likes that Smoltin and Vertin are always curious and listen intently to his explanations, even if he can tell they don't quite get it.

Mesmer Jr. gave her exactly one head pat. She has a lot of baggage too, but in that moment seeing Vertin reminded her of their childhood before the Break-away event and the Parade. She and Smoltin were friends at one point. Part of her misses how things used to be and the other reminds her not to dwell on these things. Its easier to not care.

As fun as it is spoiling Smoltin, the team begins to miss their Timekeeper. Without Vertin leading them, there is a noticeable hole in their lives. She was a friend, leader, parent, and everything else they needed her to be. They develop a deeper appreciation toward her. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

There are so many fun possibilities with this idea I'm sure other people have many. Feel free to share!

[jolalibrary]

Need some some Frankie thoughts…

OHHHHH my favourite 🫠😍 (anon if you wanted more thots, send me another ask)

I have so many—honestly I think I’ve come back with a LOT—but for now, I present:

frankie morales x f!reader (holiday/city break)

warnings: just pure fluff

• Frankie surprising you for your birthday with a trip to a European city you’ve always wanted to go to. He’s planned it all, researched until his eyes were sore for several nights, giving you two days to pack before you go away—and making it twice as long because he keeps pulling you for kisses or asking you to model the clothes you’re packing.

• One particular skirt/dress, he slides his hands up, sliding his thigh between your legs, thumb swiping across your cheek. “Gonna be hard to look at the buildings and art when you’re walking around looking this pretty”, and you feel your cheeks go warm, swatting him, but then kissing him until it gets more and more intense, the fabric balled up at your hips. and you realise how long packing is going to take.

• You definitely get ready for dinner one night on the trip, and his eyes go all puppy-like, drinking you in as you catch him staring—you have never felt more beautiful than since you’ve been with him. Especially when he says things like, “You’re so pretty, baby. Let’s stay in. I’ll order room service.” And you almost melt, but you decide to wrap your arms around his neck, his curls teasing your skin as his hands spread around your hips, cupping your ass as you reply, “How about we enjoy two courses, and then I’ll be your dessert.”

• If the hotel has a pool, he can’t take his eyes off you behind his shades. Fingers carding through his hair as you adjust your bikini/swimsuit—the ones he’s thinking about tearing off with his teeth. His legs spread on either side of the pool bed, watching you walk around the pool, staring at the view—while he stares at you, his favourite view. Then you look over, and the way his smile spreads is like you cast a spell on him, because he never thought he’d ever be this happy.

• One night, he walks you back the scenic route—one he has planned on his phone—making it twice as long because you’re in this long half-sheer maxi dress that makes him want to press you against walls down alleyways and wrap his arms around you as you eat ice cream/gelato.

• The way you hate queuing to fly home and to cheer you up, he removes the hat from his head and puts it on yours backwards. Watching, in awe, as you slowly begin to grin before curling into his side, his lips kissing the top of your head, unsure if he could love you anymore, until you tell him how excited you are to get home, grab some of his favourite beers and order your two’s favourite food.

[randomgentlefolk]

🍰🎲🔨

I'm finally back alive! Slowly trying to be like my old self again :]

🍰 = favorite food from cpc?

Ooh lots! But especially the desserts :D

I really REALLY wanna try Gwen's fancy dinner apple pie! I don't even like apple that much but damn. It looks SO GOOD. I mean look at it

It looks bussin. I mean, vanilla gelato on a pie crust?? Topped with apple, whipped cream (?), and cinnamon stick??? Yes please. I'm already imagining the taste of cinnamon right now.

Wait is that cinnamon stick? Or some kinda chocolate stick?? Either way both of them are great.

Other than that, I literally just want to taste all of the desserts. The brownies, the scones, the gingerbread house, ALL OF THEM. Also this

I understand Isolde in these matters. How can you look at these desserts and resist to eat them?? I fricking love desserts.

•●•

🎲 = character you related to?

Well, my immediate answer would be Frederick, haha. But! I honestly relate to every characters, though just some bits and pieces of them. But my ultimate answer would be Frederick and Monika, I think? Monika because I love collecting things and I'm most likely a hoarder. The amount of useless things piling up in my room is amazing, really. But I can't just throw them away! What if one day they turns out to be important? Plus they're pretty! And they help me feel not lonely. Also chapter 76 lives rent free in my heart. As for Frederick, the fact that he always lives in the fantasy of his book. The fact that he used to be a cheerful child who infodump about things he love. But due to being rejected by his surrounding, he stopped. That hits hard, man.

...Also my hair often shapes itself like a broomstick XD

•●•

🔨 = favorite quote?

Aw man, there's a lot! But one of them is this

I love it

Well, that's it for now! I'm gonna try and finish my drafts, and also some of the asks!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

[mambalae-s]

hi my love congrats on 100!!! i’m so extremely proud of you!! for your event i’m going with kageyama because i’ve been missing him a lot :( i feel very lucky to say that in the past few years i’ve really grown to love my own body – my skin, my facial features, my body shape, all things i was highly insecure about when i was younger! now i’m so hot like i love myself ….. a little bit about me! i’m the most stereotypical virgo ever like i’m such a perfectionist, hate when things are not organised, hugeee daydreamer, outgoing but i’m also slightly introverted in that i loveee to be independent. my favourite season is summer! i love the sun but i love when it rains too. my love language is quality time/acts of service although i’m quite touchy too!! with tobio i can’t not think of missionary, he’s just so pretty and i love to scratch at him <3 my dream date with him would be a dinner and an evening walk by the beach in italy 🥹 we eat pasta and drink wine and he buys me gelato after and it’s just soooo romantic <3 love u!!

aw mouse!! thank you for sending in your request!! i’m so excited to get started, i immediately went hunting for pictures for your moodboard right away! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i hope i can do justice by you — i’ll certainly give it my all!

╰┈➤ ❝ summerkissed tide — mouse x tobio!

╰┈➤ song — telepatía by kali uchis

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 you and tobio have this type of understanding between one another that genuinely surpasses what words can put to manifest. really — it’s almost telepathic!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 it’s as if you’re with your other half because he’s so perceptive of you. with those analytical eyes of his, he’s spent time after time learning you and your tells.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s seen the way you admire yourself in the mirror, how you smile and your face lights up when you wear the clothes you’ve picked out for yourself. you’d gotten your nails done so beautifully, and your hair you’d chosen to tie up with a big and gorgeous bow — every aspect of your look catered and carefully picked to make your image the very likeness of summer afternoons.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪with the both of you having been so busy with each of your own schedules, tobio had been carefully and secretly planning a little getaway for the two of you!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪gosh, it was so hard for him to keep it a surprise! really! ever since you’d absentmindedly mentioned to him that you’d been thinking of seeing the beaches in italy one night while you lay cuddled next to him, he’d practically been forcing himself to plan in secret despite nearly bursting at the seams with excitement!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪it’s on a quiet night of spring when he finally shows you two plane tickets, both stamped for your flights on the first day of summer, and he watches you glow as you look up at him with happy tears in your eyes, beaming and still in a bit of disbelief because no way… did he really???

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪and when you hug him, lunging your body into his arms and kissing him all over his face, he feels so elated and indescribably happy that he’d been able to surprise you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 during this trip, tobio goes above and beyond to do the things you’d like!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he really really wants you to be focused on absolutely nothing but having a good time, so he plans little dates for you to enjoy together!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he makes sure his phone is filled up with as many beautiful pictures of you as he can get! during those moments when your smile shines so warmly underneath the setting sun as you let the waves rush over your bare feet, tobio discreetly takes a snapshot moment of you that he adds to his evergrowing collection. one thing with him, he takes so many photos of you, in any instance he can! it makes his days so much brighter when he looks through them and sees your beautiful smile, beaming so brightly. it really warms his heart.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 every now and then, he’ll lean in for a kiss, poking his face into your line of sight and quickly touching his lips to anywhere he can on your face. he loves the way you giggle each time he pecks the corner of your lips, and absolutely can’t help the way he melts when you squeeze his hands and and lean up to touch your nose to his.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 during dinner, he absolutely adores the way you look beneath the candlelights. the warmth glows off your skin as you enjoy a delicious mouthful of creamy spaghetti. the sounds of pleasure you make are filled with delight as you offer him to taste your plate, holding out your fork for him to try.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when you’ve both enjoyed your fill, he takes you to this cute little gelato shop where he buys you both your own waffle-bowls of strawberry gelato!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he thinks it’s so sweet the way you brush his hair away from his eyes every so often, and he can see so clearly the way your gaze gets lost in his ocean blues and he realizes — once more, amidst so many other epiphanic moments, that you love him. so profoundly and in your entirety, you love him just as much as he loves you. and it makes the taste of the cold treat so much sweeter on his tongue when he kisses your lips.

NSFW HEADCANNONS

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 in bed, tobio has a tendency to worship you and rever you as if you were his goddess

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and if you asked anyone, he’d for sure say that it’s true. he always starts off slowly, kissing you in each place that you once felt insecure about. it’s his way of telling you just how beautiful, how divinely they make up the you that he loves and adores so much.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he absolutely adores giving you massages! he goes all out in setting the perfect mood, dimming the lights and oiling you up just right before he works on all your tense muscles and turning them into putty. he also enjoys every sweet praise that you sigh out for him — don’t tell anyone, but his face will warm up and he’ll whisper quiet ‘thank you’s against your skin as he presses little kisses down your back and thighs

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s always incredibly skilled with his fingers and knows just how to touch you. while his lips are sucking on your nipples, his ring and middle finger gently work their way into your cunt, spreading your lips and delving deep inside you in the places he knows will make your back arch and for you to moan his name while you tug his hair. he absolutely loves the way your thighs quiver and how breathless he renders you each and every time.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s always so careful and precise and loves to take his time just watching you fall apart on his hands alone. it’s a struggle with himself for wanting to lean back and admire the way your body contorts beneath him when he finally slides his cock into you — getting to watch the way your eyes clench and your mouth gapes open on swears of his name, or being close to you as humanly possible, feeling your skin burning against his as your teeth sink into his neck, bruising with each melodious moan you gift him while your pussy clenches tightly around him.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and tobio’s always so incredibly gentle in the way he makes love to you. he always so attentive to you, being careful when he brushes your sweat-slicked hair from your brows and massaging your hips while your legs trap him closer. he’s addicted to the way your black manicured nails dig into the flesh of his back, leaving the very marks of your soul to manifest in red lines that he always admires for the following days.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when tobio fucks you, he makes love to you in every sense of the word. always whispers in your ear with pretty groans of your name, “you look so beautiful, char… so fucking beautiful, so fucking pretty taking my cock.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i think he’s most definitely the type to make you cum time and time again. he makes you promise to tell him each time you’re close, and uses his fingers and tongue to make you cream all over his face, until your thighs are squeezing around his head and your entire body is trembling with the force of your orgasms.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 always, your pleasure comes before his. and always, he wants to make you forget even the taste of your own name, until all that’s left of you is the cries and moans that you give to him, as sweet as summer’s sun.

mamba celebrates 100 followers — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

[mrsbsmooth]

omg just saw your reblog of the chocolate orange. have you never had one before?? are they not in Australia?? I'm in awe

I have had a chocolate orange flavoured gelato, like a special flavour at a Gelateria but I’ve never seen a whole chocolate orange before 😂😂😂 I was saying in the discord I assumed it was just a big ball like a big round creme egg but with orange in the middle???? Which sounded like a lot of sweets for one serving but whatever no judgement.

We DO have them here they’re just not common, like they’re in the “international foods” section with the maynards wine gums and the marmite 😂😂😂

I’ve already added one to my grocery cart, will report back once I’ve tried one.

[praeteritus-memories-muses]

Name: Haruno Shinobana Giorno Giovanna

Series: Jojo's Bizarre Adventures

Continuity: Anime

Age: 15 - 25

Height: 5'8"

Birthday: April 16th 1985

Birthplace: Japan

Orientation: Homosexual

Species: Human / Stand user

Occupation: Mafia leader

Father: Jonathan Joestar Dio Brando

Mother: Unnamed woman

Sibling(s): Donatello Versus, Rykiel and Ungalo. Possible dozens of other unnamed brothers or sisters.

Stand: Golden Experience

Bio:

Giorno's childhood was filled with unhappiness and loneliness. His mother often neglected him from birth, even once leaving him alone in his crib for hours on end while she went to go party. It was a miracle he made it to four years old from how irresponsible his mother was, but she seemed to change when she remarried a man with the last name of Giovanna. Though by change, it simply meant she was at least home a lot more. His mother viewed him as an annoyance and a burden she had to take care of.

Giorno's stepfather was extremely abusive towards him, both mentally and physically. The abuse he suffered was so awful that by the time he was seven years old, he was as cold and heartless as a mafia boss. Yet his views changed when he decided to save the life of an injured gangster on a whim. Just for saving his life, the unnamed gangster protected Giorno from the shadows. He threatened his stepfather to stop beating him, told all the gelato shops to give him extra scoops and even paid kids to be his friend. This experience taught Giorno that there were good people in the world, which lead to him being confident and social with others.

Although many encouraged Giorno to become a soccer player or a biologist due to his immense studying in it, he chose a different path. He wanted to become a gangster but not just any, he was aiming straight for the top of mafia boss. One thing Giorno was, is observant of his surroundings. He sees gangsters dealing drugs to children in the streets of Rome, and he couldn't stand the sight. When he has a goal, he will never lose sight of that goal even if it costs him everything. For that, Giorno wanted to be a mafia boss to end drug and human trafficing in Italy. Though mostly, he saw it was something that mysterious gangster who's name he never knew seemed to have the same morals about it. Funny thing was that Giorno never did see that man again around the age of twelve.

Through cold blooded murder from the shadows with his stand, Golden Experience, he was able to meet Bruno Bucciarati and his team as Bruno himself had dreams of rising to Capo and later boss in hopes of also ending drugs in Italy. While it is a wonder how Giorno has his stand without an arrow, he had gotten deathly ill when he was two years old, but doctors assumed it was because of the incident where his mother had the window wide open next to his bed in the middle of December. From the age of five, Giorno started to notice that he could feel life around him. He could feel when something had a heartbeat and even the life in grass. Perhaps his stand was a manifestation of his desire for something warm from such a cold childhood. Though the name came from his favorite album by Prince, a musician Giorno genuinely admires. Though not his favorite, he did enjoy his music.

It took a week of absolute insanity, including the deaths of people he genuinely grew to see as the family he wished he had as a child, but Giorno dream was acheived. Though not without regret, for he will forever carry the weight of knowing that people he genuinely cared about died because he wasn't there to save them or that his ability to heal simply didn't work in that moment.

Giorno is a complex person, mostly. He is a absolute terrifying mafia boss to cross. He holds back no mercy for anyone who dares try to go against his orders, absolutely ruthless and cruel to anyone who dares try to say they wish for the previous boss, Diavolo, to come back. Neither does he tolerate ill speaking of his friends who died so horribly.

While he is ruthless, cold and even cruel when he has to be - Giorno is still only fifteen. Around others, he pretends to be extremely charismatic and witty, but the truth is that he's actually painfully shy and even socially awkward on the inside. Yet first and foremost, Giorno is a wonderfully kind man. He will protect anyone who is innocent and with a good heart, even if he doesn't know them personally. He's also highly intelligent in biology, flora, fauna and social observation.

Though by 2011, he grows more into that kindness while being an absolute terror in the mafia. Yet he hears about all this family he never knew apprently. All Giorno ever knew of his biological father was a single polarloid his mother had of him. Even then, it was only his back where he had that same birthmark Giorno has.

He's curious about his extended family, especially his siblings. As Dio Brando slept with multiple women, Giorno has several brothers and sisters he didn't know about that he would quite like to meet and apprently a great great niece who was in prison. Yet they're all in America, while Giorno usually has to stay in Italy. Still, a little travel never hurt.

When he's in his mid twenties, Giorno is the same for the most part. He truly has come into his own as the perfect mafia boss with the heart of gold.

As for his past life, Giorno was originally named Haruno. He decided to change his name to Giorno as he got older to better reflect his new life as an Italian man. He refuses to ever have anyone call him by Haruno ever again, he views it as the name of a child with a horrible life that doesn't want to think about. He's Giorno Giovanna, a man with a dream and he worked hard to acheive it.

Giorno's stand is Golden Experience Requiem, previously known as Golden Experience. It's a close-range stand that can create life and organs out of any object. While yes, it can bring someone back from the brink of death by repairing their damaged organs and rid their body of disease, he can't bring someone entirely back from the dead. He can force it if he's desperate enough, but they end up as sort of a zombie and their body slowly breaks down until there's nothing left of them. He can also accelerate life in anything to a point where he can envoke so much life in a person that their sense of pain is delayed until Giorno is done punching them with his stands highly presise punches where it all comes rushing in at once in encruciating agony. His specialty though is enbuing life in plants where he can make a seed into a tree in a matter of minutes.

As Golden Experience Requiem, he has two new abilities. One is to reset time. If anyone tries to attack him or anyone he knows, it will automatically reset the attack and rewinding any damage done. He can also nullify the ability of any stand, including being able to move freely when Jotaro and Dio stop time and possibly stopping Made In Heaven. Not only can he reset time, he can send someone into a time loop where they are killed over and over again in different timelines and universes. This ability cannot be stopped or avoided and only Giorno has the power to stop the loop. He named his stand after an album by the musician Prince, his favorite music artist.

[kinetic-elaboration]

October 6: SC Preview Friday

I left work early today so I could attend more of Supreme Court Preview, but also still stop out for my usual Friday coffee drink. At 2:30 it was so packed. Well, more packed than at 4:30 anyway. I got some extremely good pistachio gelato and wrote up some notes about stuff I want to write (not much useful but that's okay) and watched the set up for AOFTA. It does look really good. I am less worried about forcing myself to actually get up and go. Also I think B is going to go with me, or meet me there, and like... I did invite him because I thought he might have fun. I like spending time with him, and the plan to meet works as an accountability measure. He also can't come till later so I can spend a while there just by myself. But a part of me is like... I don't really need/want company to look at the art. But, again, he can't come till the afternoon, it's still my plan to come at 10.... it'll be fine. Best of both worlds.

Anyway, then I got home and logged into the preview. There was some of the moot court still going on but I don't usually care about that as much, not even gonna lie. I caught only the tiniest bit because I was having zoom issues. (They were having zoom issues too... the screen kept flashing with the photograph of our AV guy, as if he had taken over the mic, even though the sound was the same... oh, it was funny but also really annoying but also funny but also awful.) I did hear the verdict and the dissent sort of annoyed me in that terminally-law-brained way (people don't like domestic abusers so maybe they need guns to protect themselves like ok??? or stop abusing your loved ones??????? ?????).

So then there was the panel that I was actually interested in. I always, like... I follow along but I was also browsing tumblr at the time, mostly because I couldn't watch the screen with that face constantly flashing on it lol, and I'm really just tuning in for fun. So I do miss a lot. A lot goes over my head because I don't follow the Supreme Court professionally and it really is, like, a basic knowledge of the specifics of the issues is assumed. So while I'm watching I always feel a bit overwhelmed and like I'm not really understanding anything as I try to keep up--but don't try that hard--but then after I pretty much only remember the parts I did understand. So I enjoyed it. Melissa Murray was so good, just not speaking around anything, naming names, calling out specifics. Even getting into it a little with Erin Murphy, like a decent amount for a very aggressively collegial event. She kept taking the position that the stories about the Supreme Court's ethics were overblown, which is certainly an interesting take and one I could almost accept if there were also a defense of the behavior in there and hmm when we name names and talk details that's awfully hard to do, isn't it?

There was also some interesting talk about the different factions, if it was really 6-3 or 3-3-3 (again with Melissa Murray just saying it straight out: it's a radical Court and as a result the standard for rightward movement is itself skewed), the relationship between Justices Thomas and Jackson, and also discussion about the Court's image and so on. The interesting thing about SC Preview is that everyone kinda by definition is establishment. There are some reporters and professors but a lot of the panelists are or were advocates in front of the Court, or are judges, and so they have, I guess, if not a blind spot a... a long-time immersion in this world, this type of thinking--it's the professional side, not the results oriented, we-all-have-to-live-in-the-world-the-Court-makes side, if that makes sense. Like yes your argument is logically sound but stop trying to convince me that deranged behavior is normal. Stop making these 'well technically....' arguments. The Preview is as non-partisan as something so intensely partisan can be but I am of course talking about Republicans specifically here because *I* am not non-partisan. That's why I appreciated Melissa Murray saying things outright like 'this is a radical Court' because it is and we do need to say it!

Tomorrow the panels start at 9am and go to 4:30 and they are broadcasting one of the breakout panels, so it's basically non-stop except for lunch. That's a lot of Supreme Court! But I think it will be fun. I'll be tired by the end but maybe able to accomplish a few things? That would sure be nice.

[dvarapala]

“ i will just stay home, eat lots of gelato, &. write about how true love is nothing but a myth. ”

xoxo gossip girl // @fintastica

"aw, goona, no---"

udyati pouts. that's actually so sad. well, the part about true love being nothing but a myth. the gelato part? that's not really sad. udyati could go for something sweet, herself.

"---is this because of gil? honestly, you could do so much better. actually, that reminds me of my best fairy friend forever and ever and always. her name is allie fleur. she's got the biggest heart ever but that heart of hers, it doesn't always lead her to the right people. which kinda sucks because she, like you, deserves the very best of the best. and, really, true love is out there. it's no myth. i've seen it. felt it, too."

[musicalsiphonophore]

30 Days of Autism Acceptance

April 13: How important are routines to you? Are your routines more based on time ("I always do this at 6pm!"), on habits ("I always drink from this cup!") or both?

I like my routines a lot and I don't like breaking them, but I will be able to function (albeit unhappily) if they're disrupted.

With me, it's mostly habits although when I was younger I had a lot of time routines too. I always travel the same route to get to X place. I always get mint choc chip ice cream, never any other flavour. I always sit in this chair.

The reason I need routines is because I'm very bad at quick decision-making, which is funny because for important life decisions I can come to a conclusion, but I can't choose what to have for lunch. With small decisions there's often no real pros and cons between X and Y, so NTs would pick which one they felt like but I'm alexithymic so I don't know which one I feel like so I literally cannot choose! Routines help me to not have to make as many spontaneous decisions, for example the ice cream one saves me spending fifteen minutes getting more and more stressed looking at all the different flavours.

That's a feeling that I've always lived with but I didn't realise it was an autism thing until pretty recently. I was watching the Heartbreak High reboot (the show is shit but I love Quinni so much) and there's one scene where Quinni is overwhelmed by choice at the gelato place and it's never explicitly addressed but you can tell from how she's looking at the board. I was crying. I was crying over an unemotional scene in an awful Netflix teen show. IT'S NOT JUST ME WHO HAS THAT FEELING. (This is why representation is important, and also it's good for creators bcs this is proof I don't care how good your show is if it's got good autistic characters. Have my money.)

[crater-lake]

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4/4/23

I am an alternate candidate for the US Teaching Assistantship administered Fulbright Austria and the Ministry of Education. I found out promptly after I wrote the last entry. It was about 10:30AM. They say there is a “reasonable” chance that I will receive a placement, and that I will find out anytime between now and mid-June. I don’t mind waiting. I am not holding my breath anymore. What happens, happens, and what doesn’t, doesn’t. But there is more than a 50% chance that I get to live in Austria for a year, for real. Despite being rejected from Fulbright Germany, I still have a chance to be abroad. 

Thursday: Drinking with Kevin and Sofia

Friday: Drinking with Kamille, diner with Matt

Saturday: David, that boy, should have come to fuck me, but did not. The party in Princeton, the crazy storm that spurred four tornadoes, hail, and gusts of wind felling branches and trees.

Sunday: Hiking with Emily and Ava at the South Mountain Reservation. Thai Restaurant where I spent $32 and ate amazing food. The light was stunning and solid. The bright sky broke into the restaurant. Then the gelato, which I did not get.

Monday: I woke up feeling awful. Then I find out I am an alt, and have a chance to be upgraded. I am very close. I went to have celebratory sex. He fucked me and my eyes rolled back into my head. Awesome. Then I had a 6 hour shift. Michelle likes my character, and I feel special because she has a lot of self respect. I was training like three people. I know how to navigate work. Then I had choir and went there immediately in my business casual clothes. I led the tenor sectional for an hour. Then I went to Ananya’s house after. Some days I feel very productive. 

Tuesday: Make-a-Wish. My voice is stilted and hard. The words are like sideways potato chips coming out. I was in Manalapan where we announced a wish to a kid who gets to go to Hawaii. I was standing and making small talk so expertly. 

I came home and had to lie lie lie in bed because I was so heavy and everything was very slow and I could not clean my room or do laundry and I have to figure out how to hand in my late assignments for Specialized Translation Class. I will tomorrow ask about it, and also convert my articles into documents. It will be okay.  

I am just hoping that between now and June, I get an email saying a placement opened up for me to live in Austria. I am very close to this reality, so I’m hoping it works out. It would be doubly ironic and upsetting if both programs failed in the end, but I did not try. We shall see. Glory. Blah blah blah.

[ameliiorate]

"That's the trap that we're stuck in," Seonho hums, the endless cycle and routine admittedly exhausting. Yet he never complains, not wanting to jinx it. As if speaking of his struggles would somehow add to them. That tends to often be the case for the cycle of his life. It had been on the list of reason that he had hesitated to do something about his feelings for Jules, so her teasing now is met with a raspy laugh. He should have asked a lot sooner, but building up the nerve had taken some time. Until he got to the point where he had to say something or he would burst. Their friendship is a well-established dynamic, the playful nature between them natural, and he hadn't been certain that Jules could see him as a romantic prospect. Fearful that she might see him more like another brother, so be proven wrong is awing. And all he can do is continue to laugh. "Do you think I'd have us go to a place that didn't have great dessert?" While he's never been, he's heard the rave reviews even from the people that he's picked up from the restaurant while Ubering. "What time do we want to go?" He unlocks his phone to be ready to type out a text to make the reservation for them. "The carnival would be fun! Hana and Melody went last weekend and they said that they serve deep fried cotton candy now?" They had just spoken of indulging in gelato, but there's no such thing as too many sweets for Seonho, and he's already envisioning them walking around the gaming vendors hand-in-hand.

"i  deserve  more  than  just  a  mini  hibernation."  jules  agrees  wholeheartedly  with  a  nod.  "too  bad  i  have  to  work  just  to  keep  a  roof  over  my  head."  she  can't  count  the  times  she  wishes  she  were  a  cat  instead,  given  shelter  just  for  being  cute  and  lazing  about.  "maybe  you  should  have."  she  teases  with  a  cryptic  smile.  it  would  save  her  from  a  few  dates  that  ended  up  being  a  waste  of  her  time  in  the  recent  months,  not  that  she's  actively  seeking  them  in  the  first  place.  she  never  told  anyone,  but  maybe  part  of  the  reason  why  none  of  the  dates  interested  her  long  enough  was  because  her  mind  kept  drifting  back  to  him.  she  fails  to  recall  when  their  friendship  has  transformed  into  something  more,  and  she  wonders  if  she  ever  saw  seonho  purely  platonically  at  all.  perhaps  there's  always  a  part  of  her  that's  more  drawn  to  him  than  others,  despite  her  blissful  ignorance.  she  rests  her  head  on  her  palm  as  she  watches  him  fret.  is  it  bad  that  she  finds�� him  even  more  endearing  when  he's  like  this?  "sounds  good.”  she  welcomes  the  suggestion  before  asking  with  anticipation.  "do  they  have  great  gelato?"  because  desserts  always  matter  the  most  in  every  meal.  despite  the  many  complaints  she  may  have  about  her  brother  (all  in  good  fun,  of  course),  one  thing  she  can  never  fault  him  for  is  his  exceptional  baking  skills  and  the  constant  supply  of  delicious  cakes.  "maybe  we  can  go  to  the  carnival  afterward?  it’ll  be  fun."  

[theonegod420]

I Swear I Be In The Right Spots Without Even Knowing 🙌🏽🙏🏽

[diovstheworld]

La Squadra and Karaoke Night

thank you so much for 100 followers! <3 have this piece of nonsense i wrote at 2am this morning lmaoooo

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ice ice baby is formaggio and illuso’s song for sure lmaooo imagine them bouncing between each other for different lines of the song. they’d be so into it too

also the new style by the beastie boys. i can imagine them going back and forth between them to do different lines of the song

prosciutto probably needs a lot of wine before he starts to get involved in karaoke

but once he’s loosened up he probably will be singing some song by lady gaga

melone is probably going to join in with him on that to be honest. they probably know the dance routines and everything and once proscuitto has a few drinks he’ll get into the swing of it

i can also see proscuitto belting out smells like teen spirit by nirvana (bc i headcanon him being a nirvana fan lmao)

risotto is another one who probably who needs a drink or two before he loosens up enough to sing on stage

i can imagine him belting out numb or in the end by linkin park as his song of choice. or welcome to the black parade or famous last words by my chemical romance. maybe enter sandman by metallica if he’s feeling it

and once he starts he definitely really into it for sure. he’s very passionate, especially if it’s famous last words he chooses to sing (me too risotto)

i feel like pesci would be pretty shy to do karaoke on his own so he’s normally dragged up by illuso and formaggio to sing with them

i think they would definitely make sure it was a song pesci likes even if they don’t like it themselves

probably end up doing some songs from high school musical at some point

and at some point during their performance with pesci they forget he’s standing there and have their own little rendition of breaking free

it’s probably awful on formaggio’s part, i feel like he’s not the best of singers when he has a lot of alcohol

i think illuso would be good at singing, sober or not so his renditions of the songs are probably fine lmao

prosciutto and risotto are also good singers sober or not! but they don’t show it unless they have a drink or two in them

sorbet and gelato are for sure singing together

they would probably do some cute couple songs

formaggio and illuso probably boo them jokingly when they’re being all cute and mushy

that definitely won’t stop them from being soft and mushy though lmao

[aretrothing]

with encouragement and definitely not because i love talking about it: my time in europe

i had not been out of the country in 8 years. the furthest i'd been south was northern france. the further east was suffolk. for those from the us, the width of the area i'd travelled in before is roughly the same as Massachusetts. i don't have a comparison for the length but it's not that long.

i come from a dull town and with covid thrown into the mix, it's stifling (and even more so after the trip). i've always been desperate to travel so my dad said that once my exams were over he'd take me around europe.

the aim for the first phase of the trip was to get as far as we could in a day. we went to london and stayed over there for the night before getting up at 4am for the eurostar to Paris at 6am. i listened to phone power on the way there and ended up listening to three songs on repeat because they were the only ones downloaded - trouble awful devil evil, daylight and sold my mind to the kremlin. they soundtracked my first view of europe beautifully.

i ordered us breakfast in french when we got to paris, putting my qualification to use. our train to milan was delayed by an hour at gare du nord, so we sat around and tried to fix the fact that roaming wasn't working on my phone, and i got some french sweets from a tabac. it worked just as we got on the train, and we spent the next 8 hours watching the scenery and architecture change as we sped towards italy. the alps were stunning, we had lunch on the train.

we were delayed by an hour getting into milan and stumbled off the train at about 10pm local time. it was extremely warm, we went and ate dinner at a little resturant and i started to get eaten by mosquitos. there's a lot of resturants in italy and they're open much later than the ones in the uk. i had pasta with gorganzola cream and parma ham, it was very nice if a bit rich.

we collapsed in a hotel straight out of the 80s, which included chromatherapy lights and a big blue wolf

we spent the next day in milan. we walked to the duomo and galleria as the world began to warm up. we had pastries at a small cafe and went back to the duomo, just as it started to rain. it chucked it down and to get in on time to the duomo we made a run for it. it thundered whilst we were in there, feeling like a gothic thriller movie.

we went through the museum, sourced some panzerotti for lunch and wandered around for a while. i had gelato and we got a 1920s tram back to the hotel before we walked to the station. milan was probably my favourite place we went to, i really liked it.

we got the train to venice at 5 and arrived to a place swarming full of tourists. we checked in, ate at a restaurant and got eaten by mosquitos again, wandered around before collapsing asleep.

venice is a maze. a tourist filled maze. it was swelteringly hot and i really struggled, though it was extremely pretty. we walked to st mark's basilica and spent some time along the canals. i saw the sea which was nice. ate more gelato and watched a seagull attempt to eat a fish head whilst being chased around by a 5 year old. we took a water taxi back to the hotel. venice was my least favourite place, there were too many people and it was far too hot

we headed next to innsbruck, travelling through the alps. it was absolutely gorgeous, at every turn there would be another mountain. innsbruck is very active on a Saturday night, i had currywurst with a slice of rye bread from a street vendor.

innsbruck is not active on a sunday. it was quiet and peaceful, surrounded by mountains everywhere and also quite warm. it was a nice contrast to venice. we wrote postcards and wandered around the town, ducking into the cathedral. we had strudel for breakfast. it was beautifully scenic - the architecture was great and it was a nice place to be.

we grabbed our luggage and headed to the station at about 2pm. we travelled to munich and spent part of the afternoon there. i only knew munich from history, so it was interesting to be there. our hotel was alpine themed this time. it had cows in it, and a ski lift.

we wandered around again and stopped by a place where we ate sausages and drank some beer, again collapsing into bed. i listened to terminal jive by sparks whilst in bed, "when i'm with you" formed the sound of the second half of the journey.

my dad came to munich to see art, except galleries in germany are closed on a monday. instead we ducked into another church (neither of us are religious, i like churches because i think they're nice spaces architecturally & for other personal reasons) before we headed to the residenz munich. its an amazing place, but there's a lot that was lost because of bombing and it did strike me quite deeply that that was because of my own country.

we next headed to prague. after a panic when we realised we were on the wrong half of the train, we got in and had the most amazing meal of traditional czech food - i had chicken breast, vegetables and hollandaise sauce with a homemade ginger beer. the streets of Prague were quite rowdy even on a monday night, we wandered around a little more before heading to the hotel.

the hotel people gave us some advice on places to go, so we went up to the castle on a tram and walked back down to the main city. i saw koi and peacocks outside the czech parliament. my feet were quite tired but we walked through over bridges and around past the opera house and went into the franz kafta exhibition. we went the jewish quarter. we had a chimney cake too, which was the most unhealthy thing i've ever eaten.

i really liked Prague, but we had to move on. next we went to berlin where my dad has a friend who lives there. i listened to road movie to berlin and low while we were on the train, of course! we ate out at a small restaurant together and got ice cream. we crashed at the friend's place, which was really nice.

berlin is wonderful. we visited the remains of the berlin wall, which was extremely interesting to see. there's a line that runs through and it's marked on the street, and the things around really emphasised how dividing it was. i was born long after it came down so i found it extremely interesting from a historical perspective.

we took the tram to the reichstag. i studied weimar & nazi germany for my exams, so it was really cool to see. we went past the brandenburg gate and visited both parts of the holocaust memorial. it was devastatingly sad, and very well put together. it really got across how horrific it all was.

we walked to alexanderplatz, via a drink at the national library as i was dying from thirst and aching feet, and had a look at the tv tower before we went back to the friend's place via the fourth best currywurst in berlin for dinner.

the next day in berlin we went round record shops & a vintage shop, because i had some euros to spend. i got a vintage east german jumper and a copy of "ai ga nakucha ne" by akiko yano, an album i loved last year but never thought i'd get a copy of. i also got an album by solid space which i first heard in one of the record shops and decided to get.

we went to the neus museum next and got round the whole thing. it's a really interesting collection, again severely bombed in ww2 though so it lost quite a bit of the building. said building is lovely though.

i really liked the u-bahn, the stations were really pretty and i liked the way the trains looked. the trams were cool too (i like public transport. a lot.)

we got on the european sleeper train - which looks like it's out of the 70s, and pulled by a freight train, and had a very weird night's sleep. it was a bit uncomfortable. just a bit. clattery trains and all.

we spent the last day in brussels. we ate frites and waffles, had a nice wander around and saw manakin pis and his female counterpart. it was a nice ending to an amazing trip, one that i won't forget for my entire life.

and, in typical british fashion, after minimal delays across all the trains we went on, our train in the uk was delayed by about 40 minutes.

i am home from my european tour and i already want to go back