#and just in case make sure your passport is up to date

[oneofthosecrazycatladies]

Had a panic attack. Cried for about an hour. And then I realized…

Republicans want us scared. They want us hopeless. Because if we’re scared and hopeless we won’t fight back.

I’m a woman of reproductive age and I have a very visible disability that I cannot hide. I take birth control. I have Medicaid.

This next term has the potential to completely ruin my life or, potentially, even end it if I lose my health insurance or get pregnant.

But if you think for one second that I’m gonna go down without a fight, I’ll fucking show you.

THIS IS NOT THE END! Politics doesn’t just happen on Election Day! It happens every day! Every single goddamn day is another day to fight back, to challenge the system, to let these fuckers know that we will not go quietly like they want us to!

Jesus Christ I cannot say this enough. It���s not over yet. And even when the final results are called, it still won’t be over! The fight will never be over!

So let’s stop feeling fucking sorry for ourselves and take some fucking action

[xinganhao]

🪽 svt and the ways they make your heart flutter.

@burnt-horizons → "I had this random thought for a prompt: ways seventeen made your heart flutter"

⌗ ┆it's the little things (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) loved this prompt!

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: fluff fluff fluff!!, can be platonic/romantic, [short] headcanons under the cut.

🪽 headcanons .ᐟ

seungcheol ♡ he's the call me when you get home text whenever you're out. if anybody is making untoward advances towards you, he's quick to pretend to be your boyfriend to ward them off. suggested listening: nothing by bruno major

jeonghan ♡ he keeps an iphone note of all your go-to orders and all your favorite things. he's set your contact to bypass when he's on silent or do not disturb, which means he never misses any of your calls or texts. suggested listening: everybody loves somebody by dean martin

joshua ♡ he's the hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a crowd. he has [mentally] calendared every significant date in your life and he'll want to celebrate every single one, whether in big or small measure. suggested listening: bad by wave to earth

junhui ♡ he'll put his suit jacket over your shoulders if it's cold outside. when you're eating someplace new, he's careful about the food to make sure that you're allergic to nothing in it, the spice level is to your liking, et cetera. suggested listening: plantedinmymind.memo by charlie burg

soonyoung ♡ he has your passport picture in his wallet. whenever he's away, he sends you photos and videos of himself, punctuated with messages to the effect of wish you were here. suggested listening: i like me better by lauv

wonwoo ♡ he's the shared umbrella where he'll let his shoulder get wet so more of the umbrella is over you. you might not take him as the matching type, but he's more than happy to match his video game icons/status/username with you, or to reference you somehow. suggested listening: soft spot by keshi

jihoon ♡ he's the get some sleep text in the middle of the night. there's a lot of things he can't say to your face, so instead, he leaves post-its of all the things he wants you to know. suggested listening: there she goes by the la's

mingyu ♡ he's the type to trade shoes with you when your heels hurt. he has your parents'/siblings' phone numbers saved in his own phone, just in case you ever need to contact them (or he needs to tell them something about you). suggested listening: like the movies by laufey

seokmin ♡ he'll wordlessly maneuver the two of you so you're on the inside of the street. he takes candid photos of you and saves them all to a folder on his phone. suggested listening: hello, you beautiful thing by jason mraz

minghao ♡ he always has a spare hair tie around his wrist for whenever you might need it. he asks for your opinion on his outfits, arguing that your thoughts matter to him. suggested listening: almost (sweet music) by hozier

seungkwan ♡ he lets you have the booth seat at the restaurant. his hugs are always so tight and life-giving, given to you generously; he never, ever pulls away first. suggested listening: no song without you by honne

vernon ♡ he's the facetime calls where the both of you are just doing your own thing. if you mention liking any piece of media, he's already carving out time to read or watch it. suggested listening: stop the world i wanna get off with you by arctic monkeys

chan ♡ he's the wake-up call in the morning when you mention having to be up at a certain time. when you're tired and you can't walk, he'll grumble about it, but he's also crouching down to let you piggy back. suggested listening: baby, you make me crazy by sam smith

[kentosbabes]

Travelling with Nanami

He defo goes into proper dad mode when it comes to travelling making sure you have your passports, weighing luggage and practically zooming through the airport.

this is v self indulgent and screams daddy issues, but hope you enjoy <3

Nanami who's already packed 2 days in advance constantly weighing the cases and bags to make sure they will be allowed on the flight and he wont have to pay extra.

Nanami who mumbles complaints at the amount of baggage you need. 'But Kento I need my clothes and all of my skincare' you say when he comments on the bundle of bags placed in the doorway.

Nanami who gives in when you peck his face with kisses and promise you'll make it worth while showing him the lingerie you've also packed.

Nanami who wakes you up with a cup of coffee at 2 in the morning telling you how you need to get ready. Your just groaning 'just five more minutes please ken its so early' Nanami only grunting in response turning on the light waking you up from your slumber.

Nanami who's rushing around the apartment while you shower and get ready making sure he has everything. He's constantly checking his pockets for his wallet and passport.

Nanami who is now hushing you into the limo helping the driver place all of the luggage in the trunk. Even when he comes and sits beside you his anxiety is still high thoughts lingering in his mind. He can only take a minute to breathe when you cup his face in your hands and take deep breathes with him then laying against his shoulder as you make your way to the airport.

Nanami who places everything neatly in the tray provided when going through security and then helps you place all your jewellery back giving you a quick forehead kiss.

Nanami who drags you through the airport straight to the private lounge where you have a mini breakfast date while you wait for the flight.

Nanami who feeds you strawberries cuts up your food for you while the people around you watch in awe at the way he treats you. He just loves the way you smile and do a lil dance whenever you eat good food so he makes sure your well catered for.

Nanami who finally settles when your both seated on the plane in first class clinking your glasses of champagne, giggling as he kisses your knuckles 'Get some sleep love we have a long while till we get there'.

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[emjee]

hiiiiiiiiii I've had three glasses of wine and here's a WIP preview of the fic I'm calling "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood (Library)" (aka Steve Rogers gets a library card circa 2011 and quickly learns about Librarians Vs. The PATRIOT Act)

“I can help who’s next.”

The next man in line at the reference desk of the Brooklyn Public Library was so handsome that Marian’s brain quickly supplied a list of five potential nicknames for him that the staff could use among themselves if he became a regular.

“Hi, I was uh, wondering about getting a library card?”

“Sure, I can help you with that! Are you a Brooklyn resident?”

“For a long time.”

“Have you had a card with us before? If you have I’ll check and see if you’re still in our system.”

“I did, but it was a very long time ago.” Neighborhood kid, she wondered, maybe just moved back to the old stomping grounds?

“Well, we keep the records for a couple of years, and we do like to check so we avoid duplicates. What would the name on file have been?”

“Is there something else you can search by?”

“If it’s under a name you don’t use we can try address and date of birth.”

“My birthday’s July 4th.”

A year would have been helpful, but they could circle back to that. “What’s it like sharing a birthday with a country?” she asked as she started typing.

“Well, the fireworks always made me feel special when I was a kid.”

“I’m sure. Do you remember what address we might have had on file?”

He took a moment to reply, and when he did his voice was calm, but soft enough that she had to learn forward to hear him. “I don’t think it’s there anymore.”

House fire? Gentrification?

This sort of thing happened from time to time—a patron came in who clearly had a story that made getting them what they needed less straightforward that it might otherwise have been. That wasn’t a problem; sorting that sort of thing was literally what the fine people of Brooklyn paid her for, but she was always curious about people’s stories. Sometimes they told you, sometimes they didn’t. She wasn’t going to ask, though. Curiosity or no, it was ultimately none of her business.

“None of that’s a problem,” she assured him. “I can make you a new card right now, if you have an ID and proof of address. Driver’s license would work for both, or a passport, state ID, student ID plus a piece of mail…”

“This is going to sound like a silly question, probably…” He looked at the ceiling, like he was trying to figure out how to phrase it.

“No such thing,” she said lightly. “Besides, we’ve probably heard it before. Probably ten times a day.”

“If I do get a card, does anyone…know? Besides you all, I mean.”

Marian sat straighter in her chair and immediately became all business. “Not a silly question at all. Any record that identifies you by name is confidential under New York state law. We don’t even let law enforcement have it.”

A genuine grin dawned  on his face and she immediately thought of three more possible nicknames. “Seriously?”

“Not unless they’ve got a warrant or a subpoena.”

“Huh. But it would have to be under my legal name?”

“We do need to have it on file, but if you have a name you’d rather use, we can make a note in the record. That’s the name your mail would come addressed to, and what the staff would call you.”

She watched him glance down, smile, and put a hand in his pocket.

“Yeah,” he said, producing his wallet and handing her his ID. “In that case.”

She set the ID on the counter in front of her while she opened a new card registration form and didn’t give it a proper look until she had her hands on the keyboard.

Well. That certainly explained a lot.

After entering ROGERS STEVEN GRANT into the record in a rapid clatter of keyboard strokes, she glanced back up at him and said, “What would you like me to put in the preferred name field.”

He gave it a moment’s thought. “Fred.”

She couldn’t suppress a smirk. “Excellent choice. Same last name?”

“Joke’s not as good if I change it.”

“Fair point.” She grabbed a fresh card from the drawer and scanned the barcode into the system, then saved the record. “Welcome to the Brooklyn Public Library, Mr. Rogers.”

[kissulater]

i actually had this idea as i was untangling someone's earphones and i just thought that it was such a cute showing of loveEAHSBEJS ... enjoy this little blurb !! :)

the timelines are a big mixed, so let’s just pretend that this happened while daniel was still at redbull ..

✩ — kissulater presents :

I WILL ALWAYS UNTANGLE YOUR EARPHONES. ﹙ daniel ricciardo x gn!reader ﹚

daniel was a big fan of music. everybody knew that. it didn't matter where he was: he was listening to music.

walking around the paddock, before a race, at home, while taking a shower, during chores, lying in bed with you. wherever, whenever.

after dating him for almost a year, you were already used to it. you knew better than to complain, since you were practically the same. you loved each other with music; it was your way of connecting.

daniel was known for always having any kind of headphones on him. in case he forgot a pair, he would always have the other option. but not this time.

the flight to monaco for the grand prix was getting closer and daniel assured you that both of you would have lots of time to prepare everything before the flight. well, daniel wasn't exactly an airport dad, was he?

you both ran desperately in circles around the house, making sure that you had everything you needed for the trip. while you looked for your passports, he was packing the bags. when you both gave the green light to each other, you were sprinting out of the house; leaving daniel’s headphones behind.

noticing his mistake a little too late, daniel only had one option: buy a pair of earphones. daniel hated earphones. they were always tangled, even if you tried to put them away perfectly. if they broke in the slightest, you had to turn them in all kinds of directions before the sound came out perfect again.

your boyfriend even tried to convince you to let him buy a new pair of headphones during the trip but you quickly dismissed that idea, claiming that it would be a waste of money.

« we will be home in a couple of days, love. there’s no need for such. » you told him with a quick smile and daniel finally accepted his fate.

you come back to the redbull hospitality after hanging out with lily, alex’s girlfriend, for a while. you greet everyone inside with a sweet smile before seeing your boyfriend down the corridor, sitting at the sofa with a pair of earphones in hands. he was clearly struggling with it. you giggle to yourself, before making your way to help him.

« give me that. » you say as you sit beside him, taking the object from his hands. he lets out a defeated sigh as he looks around before gazing at your hands. after a couple seconds you hand him the earphones again.

« thank you, love. » he says as he places a kiss on your cheek, his characteristic grin plastered on his face.

« it’s okay. i will always untangle your earphones for you. » you answer with a shrug, getting up from your seat. you cup daniel’s face into your hands, pulling him for a forehead kiss.

daniel watched as you walked away, a loving smile on his face.

he’s sure, in that moment, that he couldn’t love you any more that he already did.

okay sooo … i’m not sure about this ending but i couldn’t come up with anything else 👎 i’m sorry &lt;;/3

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

DAMNN!!!! It makes me sad how Yves probably doesn’t celebrate his birthday because it probably reminds him of how old he has become 😭 But after rereading the birthday ask, I wanna do something for his birthday, like I’d honestly try to throw a little something for him, even if it’s just the two of us. How would he react to that? But then again I doubt he would tell us his birth date and would NEVER tell us the year so celebrating his birthday would probably be next to impossible. But dang I’d feel bad like being with this man a whole year and realizing like Omg I never got Yves anything for his birthday ☹️

Yves may not like to be reminded of his age, but he does love spending time with you. He knew that you would want to do something nice for him on his birthday. In that case, he would drop hints about his very special day.

Valentines Day; would be the day he chose to represent the day he was born. You would perhaps accidentally take a peep at his passport, Identity card or any seemingly valid documents that contained his alleged birthdate.

14th February, and he will be 34 this year.

He loves roses, jewellery, makeup, handbags, heels, heart-shaped novelty gifts and all things romantic. Yves is sure you would find an easier time to obtain them during heartbreak season.

You might be insecure because everything that's at least touching his standards is out of your budget. So you have to rely on creativity.

Of course, nothing is a surprise for Yves. He knows your works in progress, the trips to the photo printing store, the paper basket filled with rejected, crumpled love poem drafts, hours upon hours of perusing through the internet for cute birthday date ideas... your effort in preparing for it was already more than enough to please him.

Yves definitely loves seeing you try for him. To push past your worries and do it anyway, even if you are shaking out of fear from the thought of him being disappointed.

He would subliminally send you a message that it's not material items Yves is after; it's your company. Gifts and romantic gestures are nice bonuses, but not necessary.

But you're so adamant about doing something nice for his special day, and that warms his heart. So he lets you have your fun and healthy stresses on organizing a nice little dinner for him. Although, he will step in if you're pressuring yourself to the point of deterioration.

Comes the day of 'his' birthday, it's 12 in the morning. He's still awake in his office, typing away at his computer. Yves would appreciate it very much if you greeted him with a hug and a kiss, lightly scolding you for staying up so late but thanking you for your attentiveness nonetheless. If you live separately, you can give him a call or a text wishing him a happy birthday, and he will answer or reply immediately without fail. With some nagging that you should have adequate sleep at night. He doesn't hide the delight in his voice or face, though.

If you've been paying attention, the ideal birthday present for him is... you. Yves would very much rather pamper you instead as if it's celebrating yours, cooking up all your favorite meals, bringing you to your favorite places... but alas, it is your turn to spoil him with whatever you have in store.

You spent the last few days practicing how to cook something that you think is 'fancy' and 'expensive'. You emptied your pockets for that week but it was all worth it, you mastered making a dish that you thought Yves would like, you think. A cake you attempted to make from scratch, is obviously not made by a professional, but the love and care are evident.

Assuming you live with him, a perfect window of opportunity presents itself when Yves is suddenly extremely busy with work, so he has to hide himself in the office. You hurried to set up everything, the presents, the dining table, the candles, the food, and the plates. It was such a coincidence, that he's done as soon as you put your final touches on your dishes.

He would appear pleasantly surprised, tilting his head to the side and gracefully concealing the widest smile on his face with his manicured fingers. You can see his eyes glimmering out of joy, which in turn makes you feel proud and giddy as well. For the presentation alone, Yves is already sure to reward you handsomely.

You pulled the chair out for him, and he thanked you as Yves elegantly took a seat.

You sat down opposite of him, face and neck already covered in lipstick prints before even picking up the sleek champagne bottle. He found it adorable, you can barely afford the lower-end ones, yet you still try. He was monitoring your spending behavior and noticed that you're saving excessively for something, he is happy to know that you used it to get something luxurious for him.

His gaze never left yours as he clinked glasses with you.

Yves made sure to praise you for all your hard work, and he is exceptionally giggly today. Not because he thinks your efforts are funny, but because it's quite difficult to contain his admiration and fondness for you. And it is also because of the sight of you being decorated in his lipstick. He genuinely thinks your cooking is delicious, perhaps a tad bit too oily, salty, sweet, or burnt for his taste, or he simply didn't like that particular food. You wouldn't know, because it seems like Yves ate something that was meant for the gods. It was exquisite because it was made by you with loving intent.

Perhaps you're shy, a bit skittish, and blushing. You somehow thought writing romantic poems and reading them out loud for him to hear would be something he would be keen on. And you were absolutely correct. You could cringe at your own voice and work as much as you want, but Yves is cherishing it deeply.

He knows you would stutter when he sensually caressed you on your thigh, he did it anyway to see such a cute reaction from you. Yves would hold onto every word, listening intently and staring at you with such devotion.

Please don't take his peals of laughter at the end as mockery, it was purely out of glee and love for you, the ticklish feeling in his chest needed to escape somehow. Yves would pull you in a tight, but comforting hug, showering you with so much praise and affection, that you would think you're the world's greatest poet.

He would sit on his chair, crossing his legs, and adoringly watched you scramble to show him all your gifts. Predictably, they're all Valentine's Day-themed, rouge and hearts all around, his favorite.

You truly knew how to make him feel like a queen. Bouquets of fragrant roses, chocolates, even handmade crafts that you slaved over for him... they're all priceless and worth much more than anything in the world. He was slow and careful in unwrapping them, Yves everything, down to the strip of tape you used to keep the wrapping paper together, as intact as possible as they're going to be preserved in his compendium.

You gifted him an expensive lipstick in a shade that he would like. Such a wonderfully attentive partner you are, how could you have possibly known that he loves all things lip pigments? He must simply try it, so he did on the spot, using you as his little canvas.

Oh, he loves that hue on you. Yves made sure to test it out a couple more times, on your forehead, cheek, and lips. Yves would twist it back into its container, cap it, and keep it away before finally permitting you to leave his lap.

There's more, you scampered off into the kitchen. Leaving him alone to deal with his high for a while.

You emerged again with a crooked cake. The piping is uneven, it says "Hapy BDay Yves!!!" in crude frosting- you didn't think the spacing through, and hence it was horribly off-centered, and a singular, lit candle is stuck in the eye of the cake. It was perfection.

You watched him quizzingly as his emerald eyes began tearing up, droplets rolling down his cheek as he smiled wide. He daintily patted the tears away with his trembling fingertips, Yves was speechless and incapacitated by his extreme urge to squeeze you, his cuteness and aggression reaching debilitating levels.

He had to expel all that extra energy somehow, so he resorted to crying out of joy. Yves knew what you were about to do, he knew all that was going to happen, but he could never account for the overwhelm he would feel when you do something special like this. It's embarrassing to Yves, but he pushed that feeling aside and thought about how grateful he is to have you instead.

It would take him a couple minutes to compose himself, a handful of deep breaths before he is confident that he wouldn't bite you like a rabid dog.

You invited him to make a wish, and he did so silently, clasping his hands together and closing his eyes. Yves was so earnest and fervent that you would think he was saying a sincere prayer. Whatever he wished for, you notice there is that desperation in him for it to come true.

He cuts it with you, your back pressing against his front as he holds both your hands in his. Guiding the blade through the baked goods.

He asked if you and he could share a slice, and Yves would spoon-feed you and himself using the same utensils. It's much more intimate and romantic that way. And, maybe it would invoke some nostalgia too.

Yves is saving the best parts for you, be it the cherries, chocolate barks, sprinkles, strawberries... it's yours.

You wonder if he is having a fever because the hand that is holding your chin is unusually warm and his face is pink. He watched you with half-lidded eyes which you mistook as sleepiness and not lovesickness.

You beguiled him enough to earn yourself a night of heavenly sex. It's definitely not your first time, so you knew how fucking difficult it is to convince Yves to do that with you. And you knew how damn good he is in the bedroom.

Naturally, you're shaking in excitement as Yves gives you a nod as he sensually caresses you under your chin. Opportunities like this are rare, of course, you're frothing at the mouth thinking about what awaits you later.

He told you to unwind in the bedroom first while he cleans up. Yves didn't have to say a word more before you took off running.

Yves laughed to himself as he gathered the empty dishes, thinking about the vase he would be putting the fresh roses in.

This may not be everyone's ideal way of spending their birthday; ending the day by doing chores. But that's the way Yves likes it and he wouldn't change his mind for the world, he's stubborn in his ways and loves predictability. Taking care of you is his greatest joy in life. Which isn't all that surprising, Yves is a Taurus, after all.

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 25

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"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

Author's Note:

This part briefly mentions food and calorie/ serving measuring. I know food can be scary sometimes, but please try to remember that food is a friend and is good for us! I know it can be difficult and that's okay, my inbox is a safe space if ever you need a chat, please do not be scared to drop me a message.

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Sam had overestimated the ability of his friend's fake ID making, he did not realise that a fake passport was much more complex than that of a normal ID card. 4 hours of working on the passport had then turned into a beer, which turned into multiple beers which then led him to falling asleep on his friend's sofa for the night. Granted he felt extremely bad for, what was her name? His beautiful soon to be bride? It did not matter to him now what her name was, for now, according to her passport her name was Sofia Michaelson and soon she would be Sofia Todd, there would be no way of anyone tracking her down. He did feel guilty that she had missed out on a meal but one meal would not hurt her, after all, the meals he was making for her he was measuring to be sure. He needed his future bride to be healthy. Not underweight, not overweight, not malnourished, not lacking any important vitamins. Sam had always wanted the perfect wife and perfect woman to mother his children, he had to do everything in his power to keep it so.

After parking his car on his driveway and turning off the engine, he felt a smile come to his lips. His plan had finally worked. He was finally going to get the most beautiful and submissive little wife to be by his side. Sure, things may not be perfect right away, but he would get her to love him. He would find a way to completely put out the fire that the woman had, hell, he had already started doing that. Maybe one day she would come to love him, but until then he had her, they'd be legally married on a piece of paper and he would be able to condition her to be his completely. 

"Honey, I'm home!" Sam calls through the house as he walks in and shuts the front door behind him before walking up the stairs leading to the room he had kept her in. "I'm so sorry I was out so long, things took an unexpected turn, but don't you worry I didn't forget your period things."

Pulling out his keys once again, he grabs the key to the room before unlocking it. He loved nothing more than seeing his beautiful girl, just the mere thought that he had perfection in his own house made him beam brighter.

"I promise I'm going to-" He starts as he unlocks the door before stopping himself mid-sentence. 

Instead of being met by his wonderful now Sofia, he glances upon the room that is now empty. The window was smashed, she must have jumped out. Going over to the window in the hopes that she was there he was met with the realisation that she had indeed fled. All that remained was a small trace of her blood on the smashed window. He had to hand it to her, she played a convincing case to him. He did not expect her to have done this. But now he had to find her. He could not let her go running back to the police, not after all his hard work. He could not let her go running back to the bastard that had tried phoning her so many times. What was his name again? Andy? No, She was his and his alone, he was not about to share his masterpiece with some idiotic emo looking guy who let her walk, she deserved better than that. Sam was convinced that he could provide her that better too if she just allowed him to.

"You little bitch!" Sam shouts at the smashed window before storming out of the room and back down the stairs. 

Surely she could not have gotten far. She was injured. If the cut to her porcelain skin was not enough to slow her down, the fall from the window would have left its impact on her. He was determined to find her, even if it meant driving around the whole of Seattle.

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 Every step that Delia took felt torturous. Climbing out of the window, she had managed to cut the side of her ribcage open, thankfully not deep enough that it bled for ages but enough to create a stinging sensation at every movement she made. She was convinced she had broken her left ankle from the fall, she had to try her hardest not to fall over every time she put weight on it and the pain was unbearable. Climbing the fence proved harder than she thought for too, especially with her newly busted-up foot. In the process of climbing, she had also managed to cut open her right leg. But alas, she managed to make it out and flee the house. She ended up spending the night on a bench in the park nearby, thankfully the trees and bushes surrounding it kept her hidden out of plain sight as she took the opportunity to lie down on it. She had no idea what time it was or even how long she had been missing, all she knew was that she was away from Sam and that was progress.

As she rested she was begging that Sam would not find her. She was also contemplating whether she would continue to move away from the location and find someone or anything that could help her or if she just rest her aching body, as she quickly watched the night fall over the sky above her, she decided that rest would be the better option. However sleep did not come to her that night, instead she was lying down shivering, paranoid by every rustle of the leaves and every sound she heard.

As the sun began to rise hours later, that's when she decided to start moving again. Maybe Sam would forget her and move on to someone else. No. She had to report him before he could do that. She could not let another woman fall into his arms. After an excruciating walk that must have taken her about an hour, it was probably a 20-minute walk but in her state took much longer, she finally stumbled upon a gas station; she was just glad to see that she was indeed still in Seattle, based on the signs that surrounded her. Maybe she could borrow someone's phone? She could contact the group and get herself some help.

"Excuse me" Delia politely smiles at a woman nearby.

"If you're wanting money, then no I don't have any to give. Have a nice day." The woman dismisses her before climbing into the car and driving off. Delia had not had a chance to check herself over but based on that reaction she must have looked terrible.

"Excuse me." Delia tries again, this time finding a man dressed in a suit.

"Can I help you miss?" He turns around smiling before his face drops as if he had seen a ghost. "My word, you're the girl on the news!"

"The news?" She asks confused.

"You've been missing for a few days, presumed to have been taken by the murderer, but how are you here? Am I going crazy?"

"No, I assure you you're not. I managed to escape." Delia tries to smile despite her pain "Could I please borrow your phone so I could call my friends? He took my phone from me."

"Yes of course dear. Although would you not be better off calling the police?" He smiles warmly at her.

"I just, I need to let my friends know I'm okay and tell them where I am first. I don't know how much time I have or if the guy who took me will find me again. Where are we exactly?" Delia begs.

"Yes, of course, we're at gas station 76, 10th Avenue." The man smiles before handing Delia his phone.

"Thank you." Delia breathes feeling a small sense of relief wash over her. Immediately she begins calling the one number of the group she had somehow memorised.

"Hello?" She hears through the phone after a few seconds of ringing, the smile instantly flooded her face hearing the familiar voice.

"Andy, it's Delia." She speaks back feeling calm just from knowing she was talking to Andy again.

"Delia?" Andy half shouts before she hears a thud and a muffled mumble of the word 'crap', she could guess he had dropped his phone in shock; not that she would blame him. "Guys, it's Delia." 

"Delia? Where are you?" She then heard the voice of Shevy, Andy must have put her on loudspeaker.

"I'm at Gas Station 76 on 10th Avenue. I managed to escape, but I don't know how much time I have until he finds me, please hurry!" She begs through the phone.

"Okay I have the location up on my map, it's a 30-minute drive away!" Delia could then hear Jake, she could just imagine him pulling his phone out from his pocket and trying to be the tech nerd she knew he was.

"Okay, Delia, We'll be there as soon as we can. Try to hide out of plain sight if you can so the monster does not find you again. I'll look for you and call your name. Are you hurt?" Andy asks frantically as she then hears a lot of shuffling indicating that her friends are on the move to get to her.

"No, no I'm not. I'm okay." Delia lies. She could already hear the panic in Andy's voice, she did not want to worry him any more than he was.

"We'll be there soon okay? Please stay safe." Andy begs her.

"I will." She smiles, nodding even though she knew he could not see her, before ending the call and handing the guy his phone back. "Thank you."

"Well look, my car is just over there. I'll stay in the area until your friends are here to make sure you're safe." The man smiles before walking off; what he did not tell her was that he was also planning on phoning the police as soon as he got to his car. He could not just leave this woman for dead.

Sitting down on the footpath near the gas station all she could now do was wait, yet she was feeling hopeful. Her friends were on their way to come and pick her up, her wounds could get treated at the hospital and she would be safe. She was not sure how the time was passing her by, but eventually, she found herself smiling and humming 'The King of Pain' to herself; the song that Andy had silently dedicated to her on so many occasions. Yes, he had hurt her, but she also knew she ended up hurting him, and in this moment all she wanted was him. Surely she could give him a chance if she pulls through all the chaos. She's going to need to rely on her family and friends, she knew that, so why not start there?

"There you are!" Delia heard a familiar voice shout.

Shit, Sam had found her. All that hope she was feeling, all that joy passing through her body, it had suddenly dissolved into nothing.

[eoieopda]

okay i have another head canon 🫣🫣 feed into my delusions jade i fucking dare you. all right, how about travelling with them for the first time since you started dating? i wonder what that would be like 👀👀

namjoon is praying you don’t break up with him at your terminal because he forgot his passport at home. he’d understand if you did, tbh. he’s disappointed (but not surprised) at himself. when you just laugh (because it’s as funny as it is infuriating, okay??) he’s over the moon. he’s taking you to a bunch of significant cultural and historical sites, museums, etc., and he’s gonna tell you everything that giant sponge brain has absorbed. he’s def reading some almanac or similar shit on the plane to study up.

seokjin doesn’t have a plan/itinerary, but he does have a massive list of all the restaurants he wants to hit, wineries/breweries/distilleries you might come across, etc. and he actually does a good job of keeping you calm with all the travel stress by being a giant fuckin goofball. this is the one situation where he’s not yelling, whining, etc. when he gets frustrated because he prioritizes your well-being 💕

yoongi has his shit right together, but in a very low key way. he doesn’t announce any of it, but he’s in full airport dad mode. he knows exactly when your flight is and how early you need to be there; he’s done the pre-boarding whatever the fuck. he somehow has any toiletry item you didn’t even think to bring. i guarantee he has tampons and tummy meds and shit, just in case. thoughtful bastard 😭 but don’t you dare comment on any of this or make it a big deal that he’s so prepared because he will blush to death.

hoseok is free as a fucking bird. he’s following the wind, babeeeeey. he is allergic to planning, doesn’t want to have a destination in mind. he’ll flip a coin to see where you’re flying. where are you staying? you’ll figure it out when you get tired. energy out the wazoo, too. no time for naps — you’ve got shit to do, people to meet, places to be!!

jimin strikes me as the anxious traveler type, so i bet he’s checking and re-checking all your reservations, making sure your backup plans have backup plans, etc., because he needs whatever you’re doing to go well and be 👏🏻 special 👏🏻. you must hold his hand at all times so you don’t get separated, and because he needs an anchor. he will most certainly, accidentally get wine drunk in the airport bar due to stress, lmao.

taehyung is — where is taehyung? you take your eyes of this guy for a second, and he’s 🏃🏻‍♂️ off doing taetae shit. you’ll have to follow a breadcrumb trail (it’s probably the shoes he kicked off, a dropped ascot, etc.) to find him. an unintentional scavenger hunt. when you do locate him, he’s staring wide-eyes at something scenic, speaking so poetically about how beautiful life is — and ya know what? he’s right. you saw the whole damn city while you were trying to find him, and you wouldn’t have, otherwise!! for real, you gotta get one of those backpack leashes like a lil kid at the zoo, otherwise…. hope you brought supportive footwear. your ass is getting those steps in 😵‍💫

jungkook is relying on you completely. he doesn’t know what’s going on, where he is, what he needs to get done, etc., so you’re gonna have to do allllll of the logistical work. HOWEVER, he makes it feel like it’s not a chore. it’s sooo fun because this boy is full of wonder, and so fucking eager. dude is down for whatever, just point the way.

[jack-bytez-genuine-corner]

List of warnings and then a little rant at the end

* Last time Trump was in office his COVID response killed over 1 million Americans and infected millions more. If even 10% of that got Long COVID even in minor cases there's an exceptionally high probability that whoever oversees our pandemic response and health care agencies could very well refuse to treat the currently affected and those who will continue to get disabled by any virus as legitimate. It is no exaggeration that you will likely know someone who will now die due to an incompetent federal health system.

* Insurance for health care and any federal safety net is likely gone. I can't stress enough how this has been said for the last decade to be coming.

* Republicans will replace the oldest justices on the SCOTUS with people who are worse than those sitting currently. It is again no exaggeration that Alito and Thomas will be replaced by far more extreme versions of themselves and we're very likely going to see that court decide cases about Abortion even in Blue states, about social safety nets in all states, voting in all states, gerrymandering, guns, and queer rights nationwide. Even in a Blue State people who feel fear, should. All you can hope for is that national trends change before that happens.

* Republicans can and have promised to cut federal safety nets in extreme measures in exchange for rich people's taxes. People, including children will starve and die, they will not get the insulin they need and die, etc. These are things they directly promised for the last 4 years or more and no, I really don't have any hopeful messaging on this one. I recommend looking into your state resources if you're relying on federal ones.

* Women can and will continue to die due to a lack of reproductive care and all I can recommend is that you save up money for any life saving procedure up to having to fly out of country. This is an incredibly high bar I know but local fundraise, family savings, just anything for that extra safety net cause a nation wide abortion ban is exceptionally likely.

* Ukraine and Gaza are guaranteed fucked and Thailand is likely on that list too. I don't even want to think about South Korea or any number of other countries that we finance the defense of.

* If you're Palestinian and in America please make sure you have an up to date passport. House Republicans floated a bill to remove Palestinian Americans from the US alongside "Illegals" which will inevitably include legal citizens being forcefully deported to countries they have never even lived in. Same warning for any DACA recipents, Muslim Americans and other foreigners, there's an incredibly high chance that this is not good.

* Political violence will honestly just get worse. If the mass deportations and incarcerations weren't hint enough as is I'm just going to preach extreme caution about being out in public.

* If you voted for Trump I really really really don't like you and I truly hope you suffer as much under his policies as everyone will and I'm not kidding. I truly hope you finally learn, but this country is a god damn shithole and I was wrong to believe that a majority of people are good people, and for that I apologize: A majority of people are idiotic morons who can have keys jingled in front of their eyes while being punched repetitively and not notice. It truly feels like Trump voters would be ok with going in a gas chamber as long as a random gay or woman or POC was forced in there with them, and that Nazi metaphor is not misplaced given we just elected a god damn Nazi, who he himself all but says in broad daylight and is openly supported by Neo Nazis.

* If you chose not to vote or otherwise encouraged that, the up above applies to you. The blood will absolutely be on your hands and we literally know how this is going to be.

* We won't know the makeup of the house for a while but it's safe to say that if you were hoping for any type of federal aid or relief that we're out of luck.

I don't think I'll ever view America or Americans positively and I live here. I'm disabled cause of Trump's response to COVID. I'm constantly afraid to leave my house due to the potential for mass shootings and political violence. I was 100% wrong to think most people are good, cause there is a substantial portion of our population who isn't just viewing hurting innocent people as acceptable but actively want to further that as much as humanly possible. Republican politicians are some of the worst human beings in the US and the only thing preventing me from labeling their supporters as such is the potential that they are honestly just too ignorant to know better. The fact that basic human rights will be reigned back is revolting. I don't have any hopeful message to close out on or any call to action cause I'm honestly done. Every election I've contributed to as an adult has just lowered my faith in society into non-existence, all I can hope for is that people actually start giving a damn about their neighbors but honestly it's more likely a meteorite kills everyone on Earth than for America to do the right thing.

I hope everyone who supported Republicans in the past fucking choke on it. Cause this is all the same thing Republicans promised to do for decades now and if they do even a 10th of it we will all feel it.

[dealingdreams]

In many ways I'm not sure I know how to verbalize everything I'm feeling but here are some general things now that I'm a little calmer lol

here is what I'm doing...

I'm starting the process of getting a passport just in case. I don't imagine my financial situation will improve drastically to even be able to afford a plane ticket but I want that option

I'm looking into alternative phone chargers if my power goes out and I need to charge my phone

I'm not doomsday prepping and over spending but the next several times I go grocery shopping I'm buying extra items I usually purchase.

Cat food

Over the counter medications

Period products (for a bit tho I've also been thinking about reusable pads cause a cup just doesn't float my boat lol)

Coffee

Batteries

Toothpaste

Deodorant

Rice

Beans (both canned and dried)

Noodles

I'm putting these items in plastic and/or glass containers to keep fresh and bug free. I'm also making sure I date them so when I bring in new items I make sure to use the old stuff first. I'll buy an extra item for as long as I can afford it just to slowly build up a good amount. Would very much recommend not rushing out an panicking buying.

I'm also purchasing more physical media. Books, CDs, Movies etc etc

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Now here is my advice. Don't comply in advanced. This will be so much worse if we do nothing. Be prepared, but don't comply in advanced. Don't stop talking about these issues, don't stop creating art, don't give up. Hope is a discipline. Don't comply but be prepared.

Our acts of resistance don't need to be like star wars level resistance okay. Not all of us are fighters, not all of us are safe, not all of us have that skill set even...but small actions to make things just a bit better in the world is just as important. Community is important. It's hard to know where to start especially in the states cause we are so isolated not only in individualism but also cause so many of us have to work multiple jobs...but there are things you can do.

Small actions you can do. You don't have to do all of them but consider your options. Here are some examples...

Get a library card. You can further volunteer if you have the time or the will but even using the library helps provide a lot of resources to your community. Can't physically go to the library then donate used books, or money...or you can download the Libby app and use the library that way.

Want to feed people? Get involved in local shelters, food not bombs, soup kitchens, local community gardens etc etc

Church, finding a church group. I know this is a hot button for folks...but demonizing any faith isn't very radical of you. Also there are many churches that actually might align with your views.

Are environmental and animal welfare issues important to you? Volunteer for clean ups or volunteer at an animal shelter.

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Also additional things you can do is call and email your representatives both before and after they vote on something. Let them know what you think of a bill, and either thank them or tell them you are disappointed in them depending on that outcome. They might not care but it's worth the effort.

Wear a mask

Say hi to your neighbor

Vote in local and mid term elections. Keep a consistent eye on your voting registration.

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I'm not the type of person that will tell you well at least it's only four years. A lot can happen in four years...but if we try out best each day (cause sometimes our best is simply brushing our teeth let's be real) to take care of each other we might just end up making this bearable.

Im terrified of this future. I'm a single women. I do own my house but that doesn't make me feel much safer. I'm looking into additional home and personal safety options as well...I'm choosing at the moment to focus in what I can do something about. I can prepare for potential economic collapse within my current financial means, and I can make it a priority to find a community to plug into. Small steps forward.

Love you all

[writing-with-olive]

As someone who is seeing a lot of people over the years get more and more comfortable posting all kinds of sensitive information about themselves online, PLEASE THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES OF THIS. Hopefully nothing happens, but also, not everyone moves through this world with good intentions.

Before you post ANYTHING, you need to ask yourself: "if someone wanted to hurt me, would this information help them to do it?" and if the answer is yes, especially if you do not need to post it. DO. NOT. POST. IT. PUBLICLY

This includes:

Your face. A lot of people have jobs (self employed or otherwise) that require you to show your face. If you can, consider wearing a mask or something so that you're not as easily recognizable

Any image or video that would put you in a compromising place legally or for getting a job. Recruiters often look at social media. Even if they're not looking at tumblr itself, media gets crossposted ALL THE TIME. Additionally, if you're in a legal situation, it is really easy for people to take things out of context to create a narrative.

Your general location. If you share that privately, that's one thing but the whole world does not need to see where you are. This includes your current school name or local landmarks. If someone wants to stalk you YAY now they've narrowed down your place of residence to a pretty small radius. Also, keep in mind that any pictures you post have a potential to give away where you are due to whatever's in the background

Related, your place of residence itself, including seemingly innocuous details. Sure, you may just be showing the building itself but not any details of where it's located, but if you're also posting a video of you walking around outside, and then perhaps a different video of you going into your apartment, and another one celebrating the view from your window, etc, now you've shown pretty much the exact route someone can follow you

Your triggers. Sometimes people like to raise awareness for mental disorders. Doing that is one thing, and it's pretty cool. Telling people exactly what it takes to screw you up without even needing to be with you in person isn't the way to go about it. If you are online, manage your own triggers: block/filter people/posts that are going to make you upset. If you need to ask people on a case by case basis to tag something so that you can filter it out if need be. No one is really going to look at your trigger list unless they want to do you harm. If you have an ask guidelines page, put something like "I'd rather not answer asks about x" but don't say that it's because it'll absolutely trash your mental state.

Date of birth. No random stranger, and I mean that. Needs to know your exact date of birth. This includes games like "the month and day of your birthday will tell you what your scary spooky ghost name would be." It's cute. It's also a way for people to get easier access to your personal information

Full name. Especially legal full name. Again. No random stranger needs it. That is a great way for people to stalk you elsewhere.

On that note. DO NOT BE POSTING OFFICIAL DOCUMENTS. Anything government related, driver's license, passport, credit card, plane/train tickets, social security number, all of that. THAT IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE PUBLIC.

If you are a minor, please be extra extra careful.

[shyadri]

GUIDE TO REGISTER TO VOTE

As elections are fast approaching, I think it is very important for people to get out and go vote. We are in a dangerous time in history, and we can’t let Trump win this year. I made a guide to help people figure out to register to vote, the different ways they can vote and what to do during the actual date of voting.

Check registration deadlines and voting dates and put it in your calendar.

This is for ALL THE DATES.

Registration deadlines? Put it in your calendar.

Have mail voting? Put it in your calendar.

Early in person voting? Put it in your calendar.

Election dates for primaries and presidential? Put it in your calendar.

Make sure you have these dates saved in your phone or calendar and put MULTIPLE ALARMS.

I recommend:

1 alarm 1 month before date

1 alarm 3 weeks before date

1 alarm 1 week before date

1 alarm 3 days before date

2. Check if you are registered to vote with UP TO DATE INFORMATION and register.

Go to the website https://vote.gov/, pick your home state and check RIGHT NOW if your name is registered.

You need to make sure that your information has your current legal name, address, and other information you might have changed.

If not, register RIGHT NOW by following the states’ instructions. Usually, you need a proof of ID (passport #, same-state driver's license#), your Social Security Number and sometimes 2 or 3 evidence of residence in the state (one most recent electric bill and one most recent water bill are 2 pieces of evidence for example).

NOT ALL STATES HAVE ONLINE REGISTRATION: The website will send you a link to the state website to figure out if you can register by mail or by person and where to go.

Important to consider:

Political Party Preference. This section is important. Here you say whether you are a Democrat, Republican or Third Party. It is so important because for primaries, most states are closed primary elections, where you can pick a primary candidate in your own party.

EX: You are a democrat in a closed primary election state, so while you could have voted whether you wanted Bernie Sanders, Hillary Clinton or Joe Biden to run for president as the Democratic Party Representative in 2020, you can’t affect the Republican Primary to decide whether to pick Donald Trump or another candidate to run for president as the Republican Party Representative in 2020.

Video on Primary Elections: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_95I_1rZiIs

Which State is closed or open primary?: https://ballotpedia.org/Closed_primary

3. Special forms of voting

3.1 Check if you are registered to vote BY MAIL

Now, this is very important, because not all states have vote by mail and/or don’t put you into vote my mail automatically. If your state allows vote by mail, SIGN UP WITH YOUR ADDRESS THAT YOU KNOW YOU WILL STAY ON OCTOBER TO NOVEMBER. That way, you can vote by mail, send the mail back and not lose a work, which most people can’t afford to lose. The vote website will tell you what to do.

NOTE: Many states will require you to have an excuse to vote by mail. Disability, 65+ of age, can’t miss work are all valid reasons, but check with the state website just in case.

Which states have vote by mail?: https://www.businessinsider.com/a-map-of-how-voting-by-mail-works-state-2022-11?op=1

3.2 Check if you are registered to vote EARLY IN PERSON

Some states will give their citizens like a week or more to vote in person before the official voting date. This is useful because

These days tend to be so much calmer and as such faster

Some states could let you vote on the weekend during this period, making it more likely for you to not need to miss work.

So please check if you can do this as well.

Which states can you vote early: https://www.ncsl.org/elections-and-campaigns/early-in-person-voting

4. KEEP CHECKING YOUR VOTING REGISTRATION ONCE A WEEK

This sounds insane, I know. But there have been cases where the system “suddenly messes up” and removes voters from the registration.

Millions of Black Voters Are Being Purged From Voter Rolls, Often Illegally: Report https://www.theroot.com/millions-of-black-voters-are-being-purged-from-voter-ro-1827808612

Study Finds States Purging Millions of Voters in Secret, Often Erroneously

Block the Vote: How Politicians are Trying to Block Voters from the Ballot Box

A tumblr thread alking about it: https://wilwheaton.tumblr.com/post/189832334754/yeahiwasintheshit-fuckyeahtx

I want you to check the damn registration website, I want you turn it into a weekly activity. I want you to go so often that it becomes as ingrained as Youtube or Twitter or Tumblr or whatever. NEVER LET THEM CATCH YOU OFFGUARD.

5. THE DATE OF VOTING

5.1 VOTING TIME OFF

Go to this website: https://www.workplacefairness.org/voting-rights-time-off-work/

Or the state official website to check your right of missing work in election date.

States are a bitch and can be very different in multiple aspects, such as:

How many hours off you have to vote?

Is it paid time off?

Do you need advance notice required?

Do you need proof of voting when returning to work?

For example, Alabama gives you 1 hour of unpaid free time to go vote (unless you start working at least 2 hours after the polls open), you don’t need to show proof of voting,

Meanwhile, Arizona gives up to 3 hours of paid time off (unless employee has three consecutive hours available while polls are open at beginning or end of shift), must give a day in advance of notice.

Now, if for whatever reason you have no paid-time off or the time is not enough. Because lets be honest, there is going to be a line, you might have to sacrifice your pay to stay and vote. Especially if you don’t have access to the mail or early in person voting. It sucks, I know, but it is important to recognize that voting is important. This is why I made this guide, so you can plan ahead and figure out your rights and what will be the potential issues you might face.

5. 2 BE CAREFUL WITH WHAT YOU WEAR TO THE VOTING POLLS

Did you know that some states have rules where if you were anything that alludes to a certain candidate then you are kicked out of the fucking polls?

Any shirt, pants, accessory with a slogan, face, or maybe even color is not safe.

To be safe, I say just wear all black. Avoid red and blue colors, avoid slogans, avoid anything that makes you stand out because some states will do anything in their power to kick you out of the building.

5.3 IF THE VOTING POLLS CLOSE WHEN YOU ARE STILL IN LINE, DON’T LEAVE

You got in line, so it is your right to stay there until you vote. Stuck till 9 pm? Don’t care, stay there, they can’t kick you out. Don’t let anyone tell you that you missed your shot when you are right next to the goal.

Voting is a right, it is a necessary right in a democratic country. Sadly, voting is also a privilege in the US, where people have to be constantly vigil to make sure they can share their voice. It is important to understanding this and fight to make your voice heard.

Do not let officials silence you.

Do not let your job silence you.

Plan ahead and share your voice.

And if anyone tells you that voting is stupid, it won't amount to anything or that you are supporting a monster, block them.

Let them be stupid and waste their right away, because you know better. You know that if voting was stupid then politicians wouldn't be fighting to remove voters' rights and voices.

Let yourself be heard.

[dongiovannaswife]

sperare

Masterlist. 

cw: sickness, mentions to meds, pregnancy mentions, mentions to past childhood trauma. 

collab with the lovely @softlimefluff​!! ty for your patience and care, aribaby uwu

Knocking on the studio door, Ari doesn't wait for a response and walks right in, phone clutched tightly in her palm. Rohan sighs in frustration, pulling his pen away from the panel he’s inking and glares over. Frowning, Ari waits by the door, cheeks puffy and eyes red.

 “I hate to barge in, Han, but there’s an emergency.”

Taking his glasses off, Rohan rubs his hands over his face, pushing his headband up.

“What. What’s wrong?”

“The. Twins...” 

Ari grips her phone tight again, sniffing back her runny nose. “They’re starting to go through the stand virus. Lena and Gio asked if Dr. Louis would be willing to come consult, but...” 

Taking a few steps forward, Ari sits on the floor next to her husband, slumping up against his desk and looking up at him. “I think we need to be there. We would want the same thing if…” She looks towards the studio door into the hallway. “When Ellie goes through it too.”

Rohan puts a hand on top of her head, petting gently. “Is it that bad?”

She nods, looking back at him. “They’re feverish. Not waking up much.” Ari pauses, tears welling up. “Lena’s really worried about them. So am I…” Small, warm tears finally fall down her cheeks and Rohan catches one with his finger, rubbing over her cheek. 

“Alright. I’ll check in with Izumi and see if I can get time off. I already have two weeks in advance prepared since I got time off for Ellie’s birth. I can use those, and if GioGio and Lena have a desk I could work there.”

“Can you ask for time off? Please... We can do research there or something, but I think you should leave work at home for a few weeks.”

Rohan balks at first, ready to protest and list all the reasons he could keep working and that it’s important to set a good example, before Ari interrupts his thoughts.

“You rarely ask for it. No one would blame you since it’s an emergency. And I’ll still be getting paid for working with the Foundation. I’m sure Gio will accommodate us too. We haven’t had a vacation for a while.”

Sighing, Rohan nods. “Alright. You win, Ari.” Lifting his arms up in a stretch, Rohan’s stomach peeks out, then disappears back under the fabric. “I’ll get everything settled with the manga then get packing. Any word on tickets?”

“I’ll call the main SPW branch and let them know about the situation. See if I can get permission for leave and tickets for us. I’ll have to make sure our branch has everything set before we leave.”

Rohan chuckles. “I forget how much we’re part of this town until we have to leave…”

Ari smiles back. “You’re right. Easy to take for granted.” Standing, she leans down to steal a kiss and wraps her arms around his neck. “We’ll have to get Ellie ready too. Her first big trip.”

“I didn’t even think of that. We missed the comic convention in France and traveling for Christmas last year… Big girl.”

“At least she has a passport already!”

“She does. We’ll have to make sure she’s dressed comfy for the flight. And bring chimera-san. She cries without him.”

“I’ll make sure, babe. Maybe we should bring our Halloween stuff just in case we stay a while?? When the boys are better all the kids could wear their costumes together.”

Looking at the date on his smart watch, Rohan nodded. “I know Tomoko wanted to take her out with us, but we can always do something when we get back.”

“Right. I’ll get started.” Stealing one more kiss, Ari finds Sunnie’s number on her phone, starting a call to get everything rolling.

***

Golden rays filtering through the window in the hall and reflecting the window's frame in the floor of the twins bedroom, silence and sunset come together. 

The Giovanna household remains quiet, haunted by tension and waves of distortion in the environment —halls that stretch like rubber, doors that double their size, gardens that become mazes— as the first twenty-four hours of stand fever go by, keeping the two little boys in bed. 

Standing from the chair at the other side of the room, Dr. Bocelli Enzo sighs, feeling his bones hurt and his spine scream for rest: still, holding onto his cane, he makes his way over slower than usual, eyes glued to the floor. 

Reaching Jovi's side, his hand reaches out, softly landing on the skin of his forehead. There, the temperature he can feel seems the same as a few hours ago: and pressing his lips, he finally looks up into the monitor, feeling his heart sink inside his chest. 

Reaching out to Dante, he repeats the motion —and after getting the same result, he sighs again, closing his eyes as he speaks out loud, intending to let the boys' parents know of the critical situation. “I'm afraid we haven't had any significant process.”

When silence is all he gets, Bocelli's eyes snap open and his heart races —looking back, the couple remains sitting in the couch: Giorno's arm still behind her shoulders and her head laying against his chest, but now Giorno's head is thrown back against the backrest and Lena's hiding into his chest, both asleep. 

Overlooking the sight, Bocelli presses his lips, turning to one of Type O Negative's nurses. The small green being shrugs but does point back at the monitor. 

Eyes scanning over the vitals displayed there, Bocelli hums after a moment, whispering to himself. “Heart rate normal—” he then turns back to the nurse, “Any signs of organ failure, shock…?”

Forming an 'x' with its little arms, the nurse shakes its head. Seeing this, Bocelli opens his mouth to reply when someone stands by the door. 

“Dr. Bocelli, Arroyo from the SPW Guadalajara branch sent someone.” The gunslinger Guido Mista shifts his weight from one foot to another, sealing his mouth with a gesture once he realizes of the sleeping couple. With big eyes, he stands there, watching Bocelli while he thinks, nodding after a moment. 

“Lena asked for support. Where are they?” 

“Uhm,” scratching the back of his head, Mista smiles nervously. “Akashi's a bit paranoid, he doesn't want to let them in unless the bosses or you are there.” 

A grunt resounds through the silence. Shifting, Giorno's neck cracks right as he straightens his position, moving from under Lena's body and, after he's sure she's comfortable, he rises to his full height, turning to Mista. 

“Let’s go.” 

Nodding, Mista turns around, waiting for him in the hall. Coming to a stop beside him, Giorno reaches out, setting his hand on Bocelli's shoulder. “She asked for someone to help you with this. We know you need rest, so… I'll make sure to bring them over as soon as possible.” 

Bocelli smiles —a smile so soft and tired it might be his soul the one smiling at Giorno. His face, though full of wrinkles and liver spots, keeps that peaceful aura Bocelli Enzo carries with himself. “Don't worry, son.” 

Giorno's lips curl up into a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes nor makes his dimples stand out.

Leaving the room, he trails behind Mista, who keeps his guard up as they walk downstairs and cross the main garden that leads to the main doors —huge and imposing, the two doors remain closed before the SPW truck outside. There, two men wait, furrowed eyebrows and confused looks thrown his way. 

Stopping beside Akashi, and knowing this is the Speedwagon Foundation waiting to be let in, Giorno looks back at the pink haired man, eyes hard and cold as stone —a silent question, demanding and equally annoyed.  

Akashi looks back, a grin spreading through his features. Shrugging, the hand that had been resting against his katana raises up to show the keys, “I get it, I get it, let them in.” 

Walking forward, Akashi fiddles with the keys for a moment —then, as he holds one of the doors open, Dr. Joshua López comes in, approaching Giorno. 

“Good evening, Don Giovanna. Director Arroyo sent me here to help with your sons' case. I was not informed of all the details, but I'm grateful for your trust.” offering a handshake, Dr. López smiles, all formality and politics —the trembling of his hand doesn't go unnoticed by Giorno, who takes his hand in a firm handshake. 

“Yes, Dr. Bocelli will give you the details.” 

Nodding, Giorno looks back at Mista. “Take Dr. López there,” then, turning to the SPW foundation worker, Giorno motions forward. “Need a break?” 

The man shakes his head, retrieving the truck keys from his cargo pants, “I’m okay. I was ordered to wait until he was allowed to come in.” 

Waiting until the engine starts and the truck leaves, Giorno gestures back at Akashi. As the swordsman closes the doors and goes back to his position Giorno turns around, looking back over his shoulder: “Don't make me come here again. You know your orders. Next time someone comes in, ask Fugo. He's in charge for a reason.” 

Coming back into the mansion followed by Westwood, Giorno's thoughts drift to the report about Dr. López: born in Mexico City, he completed his medical degree in the Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México, joining the SPW Foundation right after. His motives were still a mystery, but according to Fugo, he had a vast experience. 

If his wife trusted Director Arroyo and Fugo had already confirmed he could be helpful, then all Giorno could do was trust and hope. 

***

The sun dies in the horizon, bringing the moon and the stars along —as the dark skies settle down for the night, Giorno stands up from the couch, glance lost somewhere in the garden outside. 

Setting his eyes on Akashi and Abel as they keep their positions by the front doors, the Don doesn't look back: only a whisper leaves his lips. “Lena, you should go to bed. It's getting late.” 

Looking back, Lena shakes her head softly even if Giorno's not looking, eyes closing slowly, fighting back the sleep —running a hand through Jovi's hair, she finally mumbles back. “I can't go to sleep knowing they're… Like this.” 

Watching the muscles of his back tense upon her words, she hums, slowly standing up and walking up to him, her arms slide around his middle. As she leans her head between his shoulder blades and presses a kiss there, Giorno relaxes, hands coming to rest on his wife's arms. 

“I know.” he whispers, “But… I won't move from this room. I will make sure they're safe.” 

She steps back and he sighs upon the loss of her warmth —circling him, Lena stops before her husband, soft eyes and pink cheeks. “I know," she quotes him, smiling oh so exhausted, “I know you are the type of man to set the world on fire for us. But… I'm just so worried.” 

Reaching a hand out, his palm cups her jaw, letting his thumb rub over the tattoo on her neck, “They will make it, love. They need time, like we all do.” 

Leaning into his touch, she twists her head to kiss his palm, watching in delight how his eyes light up. “Just like you need time to rest.” 

“Well,” he smiles, a smile so small that doesn't light up his whole face, but does show the tiniest of peace. “You're the one pregnant. You need the sleep more than I do.” 

Shaking her head with a soft chuckle, she finally gives in: “Alright, but promise you will take a nap in the morning.” 

Nodding, Giorno chuckles, soft and deep —laced with hope. Hope for a better morning where the sun shines and his sons start running around the house again, painting the walls and doodling on his books. 

“Of course, Lena.” 

Leaning down to receive her kiss, he sighs against her lips, letting her wrap him up in her arms and sway him from side to side. When she leaves and he sits in the bed, his hand reaches out to Dante, letting his palm cup the infant's face. 

The door opens —and the steps that resound through the silent and dark room make him look back, tense and ready to move. 

“Uhm, sorry Don Giovanna. I need to take their vitals.” Standing by the door, clutching his aneroid sphygmomanometer and stethoscope, Dr. López gulps down forcefully. 

Nodding, Giorno stands up, crossing his arms under his chest. As Dr. López comes in, he watches over his movements —the trembling of his hands does not go unnoticed by him: in the end, he knows why. Víctor Arroyo had met Lena back when she was still a student: back then, the rumors of their relationship had spread like a wildfire. 

He could assume Arroyo had warned Dr. López about him and, counting down Akashi's behavior, the poor man must be scared. 

Leaning against the wall by the window, Giorno overlooks the room, letting his words flow out slowly and calmly. “Whatever Arroyo said back there, will not happen, Dr. López.” 

The man tenses, and through rushed handwriting, he finishes his notes turning to him with big eyes and his glasses sliding down his nose. “I'm sorry, Don Giovanna. I was, uh, I… Guess I was jumping to conclusions.”

Humming, he barely smirks, “Let me guess, stereotypes?” 

Dr. López chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess.” 

Nodding, Giorno looks aside, hearing someone's footsteps down the hall. “That's what I thought.” 

The door opens and Agosto 'Westwood' Carvelli comes in, holding two cups of coffee. Giving a nod to Dr. López as he leaves, Hysteria's user comes in, swiftly closing the door with his foot. “Lena said you're not sleeping, so… Here,” passing one cup, Westwood sits down. “I'm keeping you company.” 

Taking the cup from him, Giorno chuckles, shaking his head: “Did she ask you for this?” 

Nodding, West takes his mask off, rubbing his temples. “She's worried about you and the boys, you know?” 

Taking a sip, Giorno nods. Feeling the warm liquid down his throat. “I know. But I can't let her stay here in her state.” 

Chuckling, Westwood leans back against the couch. “Well, love's weird.” 

“You're the one cosplaying Kato on a daily basis.” raising his cup, Giorno takes another swing of his coffee, watching in delight Westwood's frown, followed by: 

“God, I promised her I would stay the night here. With you.” 

Shrugging, Giorno grins. “Others would kill to be in your position, Carvelli.” 

“I will pretend I didn't hear that, Giovanna.” 

After a moment of silence, Giorno's smile vanishes —and Westwood, sensing his worry and sadness, takes a sip from his coffee, runs his tongue over his lips and finally, he mumbles: “Every member of the Joestar family I've met so far has proven their strength,” Giorno looks back, and Westwood keeps going, confident. 

“Dante and Jovi will make it, Gio. They're your sons, after all.” 

October 13, 7:37 AM.

 “Giogio,” Guido Mista calls as he opens the door, head poking from the small gape. “The Kishibes are here.” 

Blinking slowly, Giorno looks back —bloodshot and dark circles under his eyes, furrowed eyebrows and dry lips— and with a small nod, he seems to take a little bit longer to process Mista's words before nodding and, standing up, he stands there, squeezing his eyes shut for a second when dizziness kicks in; then, he looks back, a hand rubbing at his temple, voice low and awfully tired. “Give me five and I'll be there.” 

Mista nods, shutting the door again, leaving the Don and Westwood alone for the time being. Walking back downstairs, patterns of light dance on the staircase as sunlight glimmers through the stained glass rose window above the front door. Mista joins Fugo and Akashi at the front entrance, welcoming the Kishibe family in and letting them know Giorno will be there presently.

Bundled up for the weather, Ellie tosses her cat-shaped beanie onto the ground, giggling. Rohan sighs, picking it up and keeping it in his arms, giving her a little frown. “Eliana, we’re guests. We can’t throw our clothes on the ground. I’m going to keep this…”

Wrinkling up her face, she lets out a tiny cry, sniffling as Ari sets her down on the ground and kneels down to talk. “I know it’s a little scary being in a new place, but it’ll be okay. You’re going to see Auntie Lena and you did so well on the long plane ride…”

Ellie keeps sniffling, letting out big crocodile tears and quiet sobs. “Ahhh, sweetheart, it’s been a big day… I know you’re hungry. I know” Ari hugs her close, standing again and rocking her gently, finally noticing Giorno at the top of the stairs.

Tucking Ellie’s hat into his pocket, Rohan walks to meet the Don, greeting him with a firm handshake and a hug. Both of them have dark circles under their eyes, Giorno’s clearly more noticeable. 

“You look like crap, Giovanna.”

“Nice to see you too, Kishibe.”

They both laugh warmly, walking over to Ari and Ellie. Having calmed a bit, Ellie peeks up at Giogio, then hides into Ari’s shoulder, shy.

“And how is my favorite girl, hmmm?? Other than Lena, of course~”

Ari laughs, patting her back gently. “She’s tired from a long flight or she would be asking everyone to pick her up. It’s good to see you again, Giogio. Is Lena around?”

“Yes, of course, she went to bed last night while I watched the boys, so she is likely getting ready. Westwood is still up there keeping watch.”

Fugo interjects, looking outside. “Can we get your luggage? Your rooms are already prepared. Is Dr. Louis with you?”

“She needed a bit more time to gather supplies for the twins, but she should be here soon.”

“Very well. Akashi? With me.” The two exit to the car, Mista keeping watch over the entrance as they work.

“Ah, Ellie fell asleep again…” Ari glances over at Rohan, eyes soft and tired. “She needs to eat, but I know she didn’t sleep very much on the flight.”

Walking over, Rohan kisses Ellie on the head, putting his hand over Ari’s. “I’m sure the Giovannas will let us clean up and rest a little before we help keep watch.”

“Oh, that’s not neces–” Giorno starts, but gets interrupted.

“We’re here.” Rohan says firmly. “Ari reminded me… We would want the same if. Or when Ellie gets sick. We’re here as your support.”

The Don’s shoulders finally relax, letting out a deep sigh. “I am grateful. Other than my team, you know there’s no one we trust more with our family.”

Thinking back to their conflict earlier in the year, Rohan knows without a doubt that his words are sincere. “I do know… Now. Breakfast? Then maybe a nap for you and Ellie.”

Gesturing vaguely, Gio shakes his head, blinking slowly. “Sorry, I'm not hungry.” 

Someone else's voice comes from the top of the stairs, “Oh no, mister. You are having breakfast.”  

Turning around, Gio chuckles, seeing his wife there. Smiling softly, she walks down slowly —her dress follows her movement, flowing along until she stops by the end of the staircase, taking Giorno's hand to finally reunite with her friends.

There, Lena's gaze lands on Ari, eyes softening as she smiles, approaching her friend. 

”Ariiii,” wrapping her arms around Ari, she's careful with the way she does so, pulling back after a few seconds. 

Glancing down at Ellie, Lena hums, grinning now. “Hi, Ellie,” and looking back, she nods, “She's so pretty, just like her mom~” Turning to Han, she reaches out, pulling him in for a short, friendly hug. 

Now, standing before the couple, Lena nods, hands resting around the baby bump. “Thank you for being here, it means a lot.” 

“I said this before,” Rohan nods in Giorno's direction, then looks back at Lena. “But we would want the same when the time comes… For Ellie.” 

“We'll be there.” with a firm nod, Lena gestures aside in the kitchen's direction. “Breakfast should be ready, please make yourself at home.” 

“Thank you.” Rohan bows while Ari nods, both close their eyes in a signal of gratitude.

As they walk into the kitchen, followed by Giorno and Lena, the table lays ready, displaying a variety of ricotta pancakes, cannoli, brioche, fruit and coffee. 

The chef nods, giving one last salute before he leaves, walking past Giorno with a quiet nod —which Giorno replies with a simple “Thank you, Giuseppe.”

By the time Giuseppe has left and Ariel and Rohan sit by the table, Giorno turns back to them, lending a hand to help Lena sit down. “We usually cook breakfast ourselves, but… As you can see, food hasn't been our priority.” 

“It’s alright, we understand… Can I take Ellie to the bathroom first?”

“Do you remember where it is from the party?”

She smiles, nodding. “Yes. We’ll be right back.”

Finding the espresso machine on the counter, Rohan gestures to it, glancing over at Gio. “Care to show me how it works, Giovanna?~”

“My pleasure~” 

Lena watches as the boys use the machine, chatting idly, reminding her of better days. 

If only this visit had come under better circumstances… 

She reaches a hand to her stomach, rubbing gently to calm herself and gasping as she feels a faint kick meet where her hand is pressing. It’s earlier than with the twins, but exactly the same feeling. 

“Giobaby.”

The Don glances over his shoulder at his wife. “Hm?”

“She’s moving.”

His tired eyes light up instantly and he’s already walking over, leaving Rohan to customize his coffee how he likes. Kneeling down, the Don lays his palm on the bump, resting his head on his wife’s arm.

Rohan notes the use of she for the little one, but keeps to himself, turning to let the Giovanna’s have their private moment. In a second, Ari pops around the corner with a less-bundled up Ellie, who is finally walking by herself now that she’s more awake.

“Papa!” Running forward, Ellie grabs onto his leg, holding tight and hiding her face into the fabric of his pants. He chuckles, leaning down to scoop her up and cover her small round face with kisses, getting a bevy of giggles from her as she holds her tiny palms up to his face. “Papaaaa!!! Noooooo!!!” 

He grins, giving her one last smooch on the cheek and turns back to the coffee. “Ari, do you want some? Gio taught me how to work the machine.”

“Yes, please.” Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she turns to Lena, leaving Ellie content in Rohan’s arms. Seeing Giorno kneeling next to Helena, Ari pauses, her mouth falling open. 

“Is it…?”

Lena nods. “She’s kicking around. First time we could feel her.”

“IT’S A GIRL???”

Grinning, Lena nods. “We were going to tell you soon, but this is as good a time as any.”

“Ahhhh!!!!” Putting her hands up to her face, Ari’s eyes sparkle, her whole face lighting up. “So exciting!! Congrats!!”

Cheeks warming up, Lena nods, laughing quietly. “Thank you, Ari.”

Standing up, Giorno turns to Ellie, gesturing at her to get her attention. “Guess what, Ellie? You'll have a friend soon.” 

Tilting her face to the side, Ellie looks back at her dad, then back at Gio. The Don chuckles, adding: 

“Her name will be Esmeralda, Ellie.”  

“Oh?” Setting his cup on the table, Rohan sits down with Ellie in his arms, smiling as Ari sits beside him. “Esmeralda…?”

Lena hums, “It means emerald in Spanish and Portuguese, it comes from a Greek word.” feeling her cheeks warm up further, she grins, barely hiding her flushed expression behind her hand, “I've always liked that name so, here we are.” 

Sitting beside his wife, Giorno hums, extending a hand out to rub her back as Ari speaks up.

“Esme. It's such a beautiful name.” Looking back at Ellie and Rohan, she laughs softly. “I can definitely see the girls being best friends.” 

“Right.” Giorno reaches out to his cup, raising it to his lips to take a sip from his coffee and hiding a smile. ”Please make yourself at home, eat all you want.” 

Taking a cannoli, Lena pauses midway, looking back at her friends with kind, soft eyes. “Thank you for being here, really.” 

Reaching out, Ari sets her hand on top of Lena's free hand, squeezing gently. “It's okay, Lena. Really. We wanted to be here. For you. For everyone.” 

Tears welling up in her eyes, Lena chuckles, nodding. “I mean, yeah… But you left your home,” she looks back at Rohan, blinking and finally letting a single tear stream down her face. “Your work and life for us. I'm just…” setting the cannoli down, she reaches up to wipe away her tears, leaving back an angry trail over her skin. 

“I'm really grateful for your support.”

Eyes softening, Rohan nods, deciding that maybe, accepting her words will make her feel better: with a silent hum and a bow, Rohan looks over at his wife, who seems to think the same. Imitating her husband, Ari bows, giving one last smile and reaching for a plate of pancakes to cut up for Ellie.

Breakfast goes by through silence and a few moments of conversation —catching up on Ellie's milestones, Rohan's work, Ariel's work at the Foundation, Giorno's law firm and Helena's foundation: by the end, Ari stands up with Ellie asleep in her arms, taking her to their bedroom. 

Rohan stays back, finishing his coffee, before Westwood guides him to the twins' room (not without turning around and reminding Giorno to take a nap with the most dangerous expression he can put on –the gesture makes Giorno laugh wholeheartedly for the first time in hours, though it hides an ounce of pain).

As Rohan leaves and Giorno's laughter fades into silence, Lena looks through the window, sensing something, the type of omen that makes her stomach turn with excitement and her heart to fill with joy and hope for a new day.

But the second Giorno calls for her, it all blends back to confusion and worry.

“Lena.” 

Turning to face him, her breath gets caught in her windpipe upon the realization of his true state: from his bloodshot eyes, dry lips, disheveled hair, his tie hanging around his neck undone and his shirt tucked out his pants to the absolute and raw desperation behind his eyes, barely held back by his will. 

How —when— did it end up like this? A few seconds ago he was laughing and joking with Rohan. And now his mood had shifted instantly.

His question cuts off the silence. “Do you think… Do you think this is a punishment?” 

Lena blinks once, twice, three times in a row before a quiet whisper leaves her lips. “What?” 

Giorno leans back against the kitchen island, water bottle tightly held in his massive hand: rephrasing his question. “Like, karma. Is this some kind of karma? For what we did to the Dallas Board? Have we brought pain upon Dan and JoJo just for the sake of my pride and ego?” 

Slowly standing up and walking around the island, Lena gets closer, standing on her tiptoes to reach a hand out to him. When he leans into her touch, lip trembling and green eyes clouded by pain, she mumbles out: “Baby, no. This is not about karma or… Divine retribution.” Affirming her hold on his face, she presses herself against him, trying to ground him somehow, anyhow —any possible way. 

Slowly, she speaks up, giving him time to process her words, “We're born stand users. Our genes carry the virus. This is just biology; statistics.” 

A tear rolls down his cheek, “But,” a sigh, broken and tired, eyes closed. “I can't stand seeing them in pain.” Opening his eyes, Lena's lips tremble, feeling her own eyes start to sting. “If I could I would swipe places —If I could endure their pain I would.” 

Voice tiny, Lena shakes her head, “We can't. No matter how much we try, Giogio —we can't do that. We can only wait.” 

“Wait and bleed,” a chuckle escapes him, both deep and broken as his arms circle her. Leaning his chin into the top of her head, Giorno mumbles. “You're right.” 

Rubbing over his back, Lena twists her head to lay a kiss against the place his heart beats, “Get a nap, Giobaby. You need it.”

Humming, his arms let go slowly, reluctantly, reaching out to wipe his tears. “If something happens, wake me up.” 

“I will. Rest, honey.” 

Tilting her face up with a finger on her chin, Giorno mumbles, tired. “I'm serious, Helena. We're together on this, hm? Wake me up if something happens.” 

Nodding, she sets her hands on his arm, squeezing back as her eyes bore into his, “I will.” 

Leaning down without letting go of her face, Giorno presses his lips against the tip of her nose, her cheeks, forehead and lastly, lips, sealing his promise with the quietest of signs: a stare, hopeful and full of trust on his wife.

Staring back, Lena's lips curl up into a smile after a moment, relaxed and calmer now: “Goodnight, Giogio.” 

Giorno chuckles, shaking his head as he leaves the kitchen, turning around at the last moment to blow her a kiss —one she catches and keeps close to her heart. 

Standing alone in the middle of the kitchen, Lena sighs, dropping her hand to rest on her stomach. 

“M'Lady,” Abel Agreste clears his throat as his stand, Blinding lights, allows him to materialize by Lena's side, earning a gasp from her and making him chuckle, nervous.

“Sorry, Donna. Didn't know you were having a moment.” 

Rubbing the back of his head, Rome's Capo gestures forward, “Dr. Rebecca Louis is here. Akashi brought her here without incidents.”

Sighing, Lena nods, “First off: don't do that again. Second: don't scare me like that. Third: why did you let Akashi do that?” 

“Eh,” Abel scratches the back of his head, looking up into the ceiling. “He was bored.” 

“He's always bored.” 

Sighing, Abel drops his hands at each side of his body, “I mean, yeah, but I wanted to make sure our surroundings were truly safe. Their stands are messing up with the systems, Fugo couldn't access the cameras for a while.” 

Pressing her lips into a tight line, Lena sighs. “I'll talk to Fugo later. Where is Dr. Louis?” 

“In the living room.” Abel gestures forward, intending to let her walk before him.  

***

Coming into the twins' room, Giorno stops in the doorway, pausing to feel the soft, warm and smooth sensation of Ares' tail as the cat walks between his legs and into the boys' room. 

“Ares.” He calls in a whisper, leaning down to pick him up and pointing a finger at the twins, “They can't play with you right now, hm? But there,” he then points at Rohan, who had been sitting in silence watching over the interaction. “There 's Rohan-sensei, hm? You might want to give him ideas for his manga.” 

Rohan chuckles, shaking his head —raising a hand to comb his hair and fix his headband, his voice comes out tired, but equally enthusiastic: “An enemy with cat-like abilities?” Taking a close look, he hums, noticing how much Ares has grown both according to his age and breed, “And maybe a giant.” 

“See? Told you.” Coming into the room, Giorno smiles and sets Ares down, letting him climb on Jovi's bed — and, trying to keep his eyes open forcefully, he takes a seat on the little one's bed, leaning to press a soft kiss to his forehead, mumbling a few words Rohan can't figure out.

Then, Gio repeats the motion with Dante, mumbling the same words: by the end when he's standing in the middle of the room he looks back and straight into Rohan's eyes. 

“Thank you, Han.” 

“No need to thank me. Get some rest.”

“Yes, yes, everyone’s telling me that.”

“Then I won’t say it again… But.” Rohan looks up at the twins, looking at their feverish expressions and exhausted faces. “Do I have your permission to use Heaven’s Door on the twins if necessary? I know Dr. Louis will be here soon. If I can help with any diagnostic work, I want to.”

“Just don’t write anything in them without both me and Lena here, Kishibe. I trust you, but I don’t want you making any rash decisions that will affect them permanently.”

“You have my word, Giovanna. Now, sleep. You’re going to fall over soon if you don’t rest.”

Walking to the doorway, he muttered something like “going, going, I’m going,” leaving Rohan and Ares behind with the boys.

***

“Mrs. Giovanna, it’s a pleasure.” Dr. Louis removes her glove, extending a warm hand in greeting. Helena grasps it firmly, giving her a welcoming smile. 

“We’re glad you’ve made it here safely. May I take you upstairs to see Dante and Jovi?.”

She nods, gesturing to the packages in Mista’s arms. “Yes, of course. I made a supply run when I got here, so we should have what’s necessary to begin treatment of the stand fever.”

“Walk with me.” Lena heads for the stairs, chatting as they make their way up. “I’ve heard your specialty is stands, children of stand users, and the stand fever?”

“That’s right. I used to be a part of the main Dallas SPW branch… I had seen too many unexplained things in my life–spirits, ghosts, call it what you like. But when I was the victim of a stand attack, representatives from the Speedwagon Foundation had to step in. That’s when I learned all about the world of stand users.”

Intrigued, Lena listens carefully, walking down the hallway. 

“I had no idea what that meant at first, or that you could be born with one… I had a daughter at 18. Single mom, already a year into pre-med, but I was always ahead of the curve when it came to academics. Turns out it was my stand helping. I don’t have a manifested form for mine, but I’m still a stand user. And that transferred down into my daughter as well…”

Waiting outside the door, they stop to finish the story. 

“Did she go through the stand fever?”

Dr. Louis nods, “I was already in residency when it happened. The Foundation had taken me under their wing as a stand user and helped fund my education… I had to take a leave of absence to help care for Rosie, but they continued supporting me. Back in undergrad, I had specialized in biochemistry and had always kept up to date with new research. My special interest, I suppose. So when the Foundation told me that they thought it was the result of her stand awakening, I partnered with their research team to find out what cells activated during the process and how to make that transition slower…”

Lena’s eyebrows raise, hopeful. 

“We were able to slow the process and make it more manageable for her body. Her stand is similar to mine, in that it doesn’t have a physical form, but that’s often easier on her… I’m rambling, forgive me.”

“Not at all.” Lena smiles, glad for the companionship of another stand user parent. “We would do anything for our children.”

Dr. Louis smiles in return, taking a deep breath. “We’ve been keeping an eye on Ellie in Morioh. When the new position there opened up with the research opportunity of two arrow user parents, I couldn’t resist… It’s such an unexplored field. Being a pioneer into new scientific discoveries is something everyone in the medical field dreams of.”

“I agree.” Lena reaches for her hand, squeezing it in affirmation. “My background is medical, so I understand the feeling.”

“Is there anyone else responsible for their medical care already here?”

“Yes, Dr. Enzo Boccelli is here, part of our Naples branch with his stand Type O Negative. You’ll meet them soon. We also have a representative here from the SPW Guadalajara branch, Dr. Joshua López. My husband, Giorno, is taking a nap, as he was up all night and about to pass out. Kishibe-sensei should be in the room now as well. Our guards Mista, Fugo, Abel, and Akashi will all be around in shifts, should you need anything.”

“I’m Mista.” The voice from behind them pipes up. “And while I’m riveted by your story, these boxes are heavy. Can I put them in the room, boss?”

“Ah, yes. Our apologies. Go ahead.”

Kicking his foot on the door to knock, Mista waits for the door to open, a surprised Rohan staring out. 

“‘Scuse me Kishibe, we got some supplies.” 

Rohan nods and walks to the windows, watching things unfold quietly as Lena and Dr. Louis enter the room as well. 

Setting the boxes down by the desk beside Jovi's bed, Mista groans upon the sound of his bones cracking —rolling his shoulders, the gunslinger excuses himself quietly, leaving the room with a faint, pained look at the twins. 

“Dr. López?” Lena calls, noticing the lights from the bathroom turn off and the door slowly opening: there stands Dr. López, rubbing his temples and fixing his glasses but quickly nodding and composing himself once he notices the Donna there.

“Excuse me, I needed to freshen up.” 

With a small nod, Lena smiles, brushing it off with her hand.  “Dr. Louis from the Morioh branch will be helping —maybe you both can set shifts and take breaks? There's a room for each of you.”

Blinking, Dr. López looks aside, quickly finding Dr. Louis by Lena's side, standing there with the same smile he's known for years now. Slowly, his lips curl up until he's grinning, bright eyes and all. “Becca? How long has it been?” 

“A year, maybe? Last time we saw each other was back at that convention.” Stepping forward, Dr. Louis gives him a small, welcoming hug, pulling away from the embrace then looking towards the boys. “Care to update me with everything you know, Josh?”

He smiles slightly, grabbing up a notebook from nearby. “I’ve been recording symptoms and side effects of the stand virus as they occur, trading off with Doctor Boccelli in our observations.” Flipping through the pages, he reads off different entries to her, “We've been monitoring the fever without changes,” Josh pauses, taking a look at Rebecca: “We haven't been able to make it decrease from 102°F.” with a sigh and pushing his glasses up his nose, he goes back to his notes, “There are no signs of shock or organ failure, we've been monitoring blood pressure, diuresis, shock signals and… we were thinking of running some tests, to make sure infections aren't making their way into their systems.” 

Dr. Louis nods, thinking of the information received —and taking a look at the twins, her brow furrows, noting their pained expressions. Though the picture brings back memories of her own daughter, she still hums, turning to ask; “What treatments have you administered so far?” 

Putting the notebook aside, Dr. López looks back at the boys. “Acetaminophen, we've been giving them doses every six hours. Nutrition has been given by Type O Negative, Dr. Bocelli's stand.” 

“I see..” Rebecca steps back, turning around to take a look inside of the top box in the desk.  “Then we need to make sure infections and bacteria aren't making it harder. We should also consider swapping over to ibuprofen and giving them extra doses of vitamins and minerals.”

Dr. Louis holds up IV bags of specially mixed medications, the ones she had acquired just before her arrival. “The stand virus doesn’t respond to usual medications –it’s literally changing and activating their DNA, enabling the genes that create Stands. It’s too late to slow the process down, but we can help them fight. We have to monitor them until it reaches its end point and give them enough bodily resources to draw on to complete the transformation. Our priority is the protection of organs and vital functions.” 

Dr. López steps up, holding one of the bags in his hand. “Hopefully that will happen soon, the environment has been shifting a lot.” 

Rebecca stops, looks back and blinks twice in confusion. “Shifting? What do you mean?” she turns to Lena, who's now sitting by Dante's bed. “How long has this been happening, Mrs. Giovanna?” 

Looking back, Lena presses her lips together, thinking of her response for a minute: “Around an hour after it started. When it happens, clocks stop or your environment morphs. It's like your perception is getting twisted for a second, and then goes back. It's pretty, well, weird and extremely powerful: it made two grown men kneel and gasp for air.”

Rohan stands up, eyes the size of dinner plates —amazed and horrified at once, but mostly curious. “...Who?” 

Lena looks back, lips tightly pressed into a line for a moment before her lips part and her reply comes out in a whisper. “Gio and West.” 

Gasping, Rohan turns to look at the boys, thinking back to the prophecy: cautious, he eyes Lena through the corner of his eye. “Does Dr. Louis know about that, Helena?” 

Closing her eyes and shaking her head softly, Lena turns back to Rebecca, gesturing her over and out of the room. As they stand back in the hall, the Donna guides her towards Giorno’s studio. 

Letting Dr. Louis first, Lena comes in after, letting the door open for Westwood to stand under the doorway. “Excuse me, Dr. Louis. I forgot about that. Please have a seat.” 

Doing as she was told, Dr. Louis sits down before the desk, eyebrow raised in both confusion and wonder. “What’s the matter, Donna?” 

Leaning both hands against the cool wood, Lena sighs, taking a deep breath before she starts. “Did you read the report on the first soul extraction, Dr. Louis?” 

 Dr. Rebecca Louis nods. 

“Then you might already know what happened. My stand extracted the patient’s soul, his stand, technically. The source of his sickness was his stand, which was actively attacking its own user.” 

“You mean Chrono Trigger.” 

“Exactly,” pulling her phone out, Lena keeps talking while she seems to look for something in the device. “Chrono is under my command. It gave us a prophecy back then. About the twins and this exact moment.” Sliding her phone across the table and before Dr. Louis, Lena’s eyes hold a strange haze, one between worry and calm. 

Taking the phone from her, Rebecca takes her time reading over it —and when she’s done and her eyebrows arch, amazement, horror, and wonder blend back into a second glance, then a third and a fourth: there she looks back, big eyes full of questions: “Mrs. Giovanna, do you realize the real meaning behind this?” 

“Their stands are far too powerful, yes.” 

“I mean,” giving the phone back, Dr. Louis looks aside, as if trying to see through the walls and into the twins’ room. “The magnitude of their strength affects the stand awakening process. The virus… It must be aggressive. If that’s what their powers will be then…”

She takes a moment to compose her thoughts, silently musing over everything, then replies again. “We haven't had cases like these before, at least not documented: you’re both born stand users with requiem stands. Yours came after, but Don Giovanna has had his for a while now, which adds to their predisposition for strong stands… The cellular mutation they’re going through is taking a toll on their bodies because it’s such a sweeping alteration of the genetic structure. We have no other explanation.” 

“Right.” Sighing, Lena rubs her temples, letting her phone aside. “I know this should take two or three days, but… At the moment, I can’t imagine it will ever end.” 

Eyes softening, Dr. Louis reaches out, laying a warm palm over Lena’s cold hand. “I understand, Helena. No mother wants to see their child hurt. Now that I’m here, I’ll make sure to provide the best care possible.” 

“Sorry to interrupt,” Westwood speaks up, slow but calm. “Donna, Dr. Bocelli is here.”

Looking up from the desk and back at the door where Westwood stands, Lena nods. “Let him in, Dr. Louis needs Dan and Jojo’s patient history.” 

Standing aside to let him in, Westwood waits until Dr. Bocelli walks in and sits by Dr. Louis’ side, setting his cane between his legs so he can offer a handshake. 

“Good morning, Dr. Louis. It’s a pleasure.” 

Taking his hand, Dr. Louis smiles gently, “I’m glad to finally meet you, Dr. Bocelli. Your paper on the stand fever was truly amazing.” 

“Oh, thank you. May I give you the details?” 

Standing up and taking her phone, she makes her way to the door, stopping by Westwood’s side and turning to them, adding: “I’ll let you have your meeting, okay? I need to see how everything is going in our surroundings.”

“Of course, Lena.” Dr. Bocelli nods, a warm smile her way. “Don’t tire yourself out, okay?” 

She hums and, as she walks down the hall, Westwood gestures at Akashi, who’s quick to follow her. 

***

Pannacotta Fugo has been awake longer than this. For him and his insomnia, more than twenty four hours up is not a big issue. 

But this time is different. The twins don’t show signs of recovery, their parents are too worried to care for their own needs: he’s used to seeing them strong and imposing, nothing has ever had this effect on them before. 

Leaning back against his chair, a sigh passes his lips right as his next thought crosses his mind and his eyes scan over the security cameras, watching Abel and Paolo take turns to have breakfast.

Giorno and Helena are strong. Together they’re undefeatable. But the twins are their kids and everything that happens to them will always worry and stop their whole world, because that’s how parents are supposed to feel. Just because his parents didn’t, doesnt mean others’ parents can't or don’t feel that way. 

Parents, what had happened to his? 

Were they still alive, wealthy and equally judgmental? 

What about his butler, the one who used to bring him snacks during his late night study sessions? Had anything changed or was it still a broken and empty home? Were the halls of that house haunted by his suffering? Had they moved out after that incident…?

The truth was he didn’t miss them —his father did not deserve to be called that, and his mother was not someone who should be missed in the first place. After all, their treatment had killed his ambitions and passions for years until he settled down with the new Passione… And only there, under Giorno’s command, had things started to change for him. His will to live instead of just surviving had emerged finally in the shape of his passion for science and occultism, something he refused to let go, holding onto it through his toughest challenges.

The door opens and he, startled, almost knocks over his coffee cup. Lena’s voice brings him out of his daydream when she calls out to him, gently, like she always does: a gentle soul. “Good morning, Panni. Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Lena.” Standing up, he quickly offers his seat to her, insisting until she gives in. Only there he rubs the back of his neck, holding his coffee mug with the other. “I’ve had coffee. I’m not, uh, hungry.” 

Turning around, Lena smiles, revealing the cannoli wrapped up in a napkin that she holds carefully, almost like she’s afraid of dropping it. “I thought so. Please have this, and make sure you eat something later.” 

With a nod, he takes the pastry, sitting on the couch at the other side of the desk, pondering on his question for a while —from time to time, his eyes fall on the Donna, who’s busy looking at the different cameras displayed around the mansion. 

His voice surprises him when it comes out, taking him off guard. “Helena.” 

She hums, giving him a short, curious look. 

Clearing his throat, Fugo asks: “I…” He hesitates, swallowing hard, then tries again. “Will they be okay?” 

Her lips seal into a line: looking around his dark office, the Donna thinks about his question for a while, only stopping when the room around them becomes bigger: the walls grow like trees in a haunted forest and the computers are suddenly tiny little objects in the desk: the distortion lasts a second before it goes back with a thump. 

Lena then looks back at him, a smile grazing her lips. “I think so. I want to believe they will make it.” She looks back at the cameras, watching Abel and Paolo freak out after switching places during the distortion. 

“It’s just that you and Giogio are always so calm and collected… I think this is the first time I’ve seen you two so worried. Not even back when you took over the Dallas Board.” 

“That was a different situation, yes. We never thought this would happen so soon.” 

Fugo hums, looking at the monitor where the boys lie sleeping, faces feverish, but hands reaching towards each other, drawn subconsciously together even now… Throwing the napkin into the trashcan and taking a bite from the cannoli, he listens to Lena while she walks out. “Even so… I can assure you, Panni, the sun will shine on us again.” 

A warm sensation blooms in his chest right after her words have registered on his brain —hope shines, even if the room goes dark when she closes the door behind her.

***

Laying on his stomach with both hands tucked under his pillow, Giorno stirs awake upon the sound of his phone. The device, set by the bedside table, vibrates and the screen lights up displaying 'fully charged' at the bottom of the screen. After a few seconds, the screen goes black, vibration stops and he's left there, one green eye peeking through the mane of blond hair that fell over his face while he was sleeping.

With a quiet hum, he rolls on his back without moving to the other side of the bed. Running a hand up to get his hair off his face, his free hand carefully pats his side in hopes of finding someone there --however, all he can feel is the mattress and silk sheets under his warm palm.

The twins.

Memories flash behind his eyelids fast: from his wife's worried expression, Westwood driving him home, to Dante and Jovi's feverish expressions. It makes him stir awake completely and as he sits up by the edge of the bed and reaches out to his phone, the darkness around him does not help soothing his mind.

10:39 AM.

“Three hours?” he mumbles to himself, unable to find out how much he slept —but feeling better now.

Standing up and throwing his phone on the bed, he walks up through the familiar bedroom until the pads of his fingers find the light switch, flipping it.

Warm light bathes the room —there, he takes a moment to look around, eyes scanning over the decorations: from his and Lena's CD's collection, to the empty side of the bed, where her sweater lays folded on top of her pillow.

Sighing, he turns around and gets into the bathroom. Stripping off his boxers and getting under the shower head, letting the cold water run down his body. 

Stepping out, a towel wrapped around his waist, Giorno throws his hair back, feeling some water drops run down his back in the process. Coming into the closet, his hand rests above the towel holding it in place while he looks for something to put together a decent outfit. 

Finally dressed in black pants and a black turtleneck shirt, Giorno walks around the closet, looking for his shoes until he finds them by Lena’s side —he’s not sure how they got there— and puts them on, turning to pick his black trench coat from the hanger. Letting it drape over his arm, he comes to a stop by the mirror, making quick work with his hair, simply combing it back loosely, with two stubborn pieces of short hair falling on his forehead and putting on his barrel piercings, rings and the arrowhead hidden beneath the fabric of his shirt. Taking one last look in the mirror, his brow softens as he nods to himself, putting on his trench coat. 

Exiting the bathroom and standing in the middle of the room, his eyes fall on Lena’s sweater atop her pillow: walking up to the bed, he tucks it under his arm, slipping his phone inside his pocket before leaving the room.

The hall is empty, he notes, and the silence in the mansion is something he’s grown unfamiliar with. As he rounds the corner, Akashi comes into view. The swordsman is sitting at the top of the stairs, talking to someone in the lobby.

As he keeps walking, Akashi seems to sense his presence and, turning to him, the pink haired man grins, standing up. “Goooooood morning, boss!” 

“Good morning, Akashi.” Looking down, Abel’s already waving from the lobby, grinning and excusing himself when Mista calls for him from outside. 

Akashi walks before him, gesturing him forward, “C’mon, Lena’s with the boys! Dr. Louis is here, too, and she’s already working to get your mini you’s up and ready to run around!” 

Humming, Giorno follows him, quietly listening to the story he has to share now —Akashi has been alive for about 400 years, and he’s admitted openly how bored he truly is: to Giorno, listening to his stories seems like the best way to help him get rid of his boredom at least for a while. The man is also impatient, intolerant to getting interrupted with a quick mind: and Giorno, ever the patient man, has no problem listening to him. After all, Akashi has been alive through historical moments and always has something to share. 

“Anyway, I’ll tell you about Tesla and Edison later: just keep in mind Tesla was right and Edison was a bitch.” Coming to a stop before the twins’ room, Akashi looks up to declare that right into Giorno’s eyes. The Don, with a nod and a smile, replies: “I’ll remember that, Akashi.” 

“Good.” opening the door, Akashi lets him in, closing it behind his back. 

Four pairs of eyes fall on him as soon as he steps in and the door closes. 

“Well, good morning, Giovanna. You don’t look like crap anymore~” Rohan is the first to greet him, waving from his seat on Dante’s bed, where Dr. López stands holding his clipboard and pen.  

Chuckling, Giorno walks in, patting Rohan’s back a bit too hard, and pressing a kiss to Dante’s forehead. Then, he walks around, kisses Jovi’s forehead and offers a handshake to Dr. Louis. 

“Thank you for being here, Dr. Louis. We’re grateful for your support.” 

“Of course, Don Giovanna.” Dr. Louis nods his way, turning back to check Jovi’s blood pressure and write down notes on his breathing. 

Looking on, he makes eye contact with Lena, a warm smile spreading through his lips when her cheeks turn pink and her smile reaches her eyes: she’s sitting on the couch, overlooking the procedures. Walking up to her, he sits by her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, feeling her nuzzling her face against the side of his face. By her side Ares meows, purring and climbing on her lap to get his attention. 

Pulling back, he reveals the sweater under his arm, laying it gently over her form with a soft whisper of, “Your nose is cold, dear.” 

She smiles, taking the garment from him and pulling it on. “Not as cold now~”

Rohan glances around at the room, filled almost to capacity with visitors. “If it’s alright, I’ll go check in on Ari and Ellie… Now that Giovanna is back.”

“Yes, of course, re-join us when you’re ready.” Giorno offers a warm smile, gesturing to Akashi. “If you’ll show him to the Kishibe’s room??”

Jumping up from his seat, Akashi grins. “I’ve actually been waiting for a chance to talk to you, Kishibe-sensei!” Walking over, the two exit the room, Giorno shaking his head.

“Kishibe may have a hard time getting him to shut up now that he’s started.”

Lena smiles, leaning into his chest. “Rohan can handle it, I’m sure~”

Lowering his voice to a whisper, the Don focuses his gaze on the twins. “How are things going? Did you make any progress?”

Whispering back, Lena replies. “I think so. Dr. Louis has more experience with these kinds of situations, so I have more hope now… More confidence that we have the best team possible here.”

He kisses her forehead, noticing she’s warmer than usual herself. “Have you gotten enough water, baby?”

She shakes her head no, but reaches for a bottle nearby. “We’ve been so busy getting everyone up to speed, I haven’t had time.”

Giorno reaches gently for the bump, resting his hand there. “You have to take care of yourself. For us. And… For Esme.”

She nods, tearing up a little and taking a sip from the bottle. “I know…”

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Planning to Visit Denmark? Here’s How to Get Your Denmark Visit Visa

Obtaining a Denmark Visit Visa is the first step in making your travel dreams come true. Denmark, with its breathtaking landscapes, rich history, and modern cities, is a top destination for travelers from around the world. Whether you're drawn to the vibrant culture of Copenhagen, the serene beauty of the Danish countryside, or the historical significance of landmarks like Kronborg Castle, a visit to Denmark promises an unforgettable experience

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Denmark offers a unique blend of natural beauty and urban sophistication. From the rolling hills and pristine beaches of Jutland to the bustling streets of Copenhagen, there's something for every traveler. Art enthusiasts can explore the world-class museums and galleries, while history buffs will find a treasure trove of ancient castles, Viking ruins, and well-preserved medieval towns.

For families, Denmark is a haven of fun and educational activities. The world-famous Tivoli Gardens amusement park, the original Legoland, and interactive museums make it an ideal destination for travelers with children. Food lovers will also find Denmark a delight, with its renowned New Nordic cuisine, fresh seafood, and cozy cafes.

Understanding the Denmark Visit Visa Process

If you're planning to visit Denmark, securing a Denmark Visit Visa is a crucial step. The visa application process can seem daunting, but with the right guidance, it can be straightforward and stress-free.

Determine Your Visa Type: Depending on your nationality and the purpose of your visit, you may need a Denmark Visit Visa. This visa allows you to stay in Denmark for up to 90 days within a 180-day period for tourism, family visits, or business purposes.

Prepare Your Documentation: Proper documentation is key to a successful Denmark Visit Visa application. You will need a valid passport, recent photographs, proof of accommodation, travel insurance, and financial proof to cover your stay. It’s essential to ensure all documents meet the Danish authorities’ requirements.

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Wait for Processing: Visa processing times can vary, so it’s wise to apply well in advance of your planned travel dates. On average, it may take about 15 days, but this can vary depending on the volume of applications.

Travel to Denmark: Once your Denmark Visit Visa is approved, you’re all set to visit Denmark. Be sure to carry all necessary documents, including your visa, passport, and travel itinerary.

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Start Early: Apply for your Denmark Visit Visa at least a month before your planned departure to account for processing time.

Seek Professional Help: If you're unsure about the visa process, consider using a visa service provider. They can assist with documentation, application submission, and provide valuable advice to improve your chances of approval.

Stay Informed: Visa regulations can change, so it’s important to stay updated on the latest requirements for your Denmark Visit Visa.

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Seven Step Guide to Moving Home

Whether you are moving locally or relocating to a different country, (Packers and Movers Chennai to Dehradun) moving home is a big step and, unless you are properly prepared, can be exceptionally stressful. We have therefore put together this Seven Step Guide to Moving Home to make life a little easier and keep your move as hassle-free as possible.

Seven Step Guide to Moving Home

Step 1 – While moving on your own is ok if you have very little furniture/few belongings to move, a full house move exposes you to an increased risk of personal injury, as well as potential damage to your belongings. Hiring a reputable, experienced removal company well in advance of your moving date will minimise these risks and ensure your belongings are insured in case of accidental loss or damage.

Find suitable companies by asking friends/relatives for recommendations or search for British Association of Removers members. Get quotes from at least three two or three specialist companies before committing yourself.

We have over 30 years’ experience in local, national and international removals. You can get a free, no-obligation quote from us by calling 08000 741 741 or contacting us online.

If you are moving abroad (Europe or International), you should also find out about any necessary paperwork, customs regulations and requirements of your new country at this point. You can find relevant information for most countries here.

Step 2 – Packing is one the most stressful elements of moving home. Many removal companies offer professional packing services and it is well worth considering taking advantage of such services to save yourself the stress and hassle of this dreaded chore. We also provide a range packing/unpacking services – you can learn more about them here.

Step 3 – Start getting organised about a month before your moving date. This includes:

Booking (if necessary) time of work

Giving notice to your landlord (if living in rented accommodation)

Contacting telephone/utility providers to inform them of your impending move

If you have small children and/or pets, you may also want to start asking family/friends if they can look after them for you on the day you move. This is not only safer for your kids and pets, it will also minimise moving day stress both for you and them.

There is a good chance that you will not really want at least some of your belongings in your new home, so now is an excellent time to declutter. Separate your belongings into items you want to take, items you can sell, give to charities or recycle and items to throw away. This will ensure you do not clutter up your new home with the same old unwanted stuff you kept tripping over in your old home and make packing (and unpacking) a great deal easier.

If you do decide to pack yourself, this is also the time to make sure you have enough of all the necessary materials – boxes, padding (tissue paper, bubble wrap) and parcel tape – ready at hand to start packing at least two weeks before you move (See Step 4). We can also help you with that – just give us a call on the above number to learn more.

Step 4 – About two weeks before your move:

Contact your removal firm (if using one) with final details

Contact your telephone provider and ask for the phone in your new home to be connected

Arrange building/contents insurance for your new house

Tell your local authority about your move

This is also a good time to start packing belongings you rarely use (see above image for some handy packing tips).

Step 5 – A week before the ‘big day’, pack everything except items you are likely to need between now and the moving date and:

Pay all outstanding bills

Arrange for your mail to be redirected

Place valuable and important items (i.e. birth certificates, passports, jewellery, etc.) into a safe, easy to access place

Get a TV licence for your new house

Inform authorities/other relevant people of your move (our image below should help make sure you don’t miss anyone).

Step 6 – The day before you are moving:

Do any last-minute packing, keeping a box with essential items (i.e. kettle, coffee, teabags, mugs, toilet paper, a torch, spare batteries and bulbs, etc.) handy

Disconnect appliances and defrost your fridge/freezer

Check with suppliers to ensure that utilities (gas, electricity, phone, water) have been switched on in your new house

Leave a ‘welcome card’ for the new people moving into your home, together with any instructions they may require (where to find gas/electricity meters, stop cocks for the water supply; how to operate heating/air conditioning systems, boilers, etc.) and a couple of local take-away menus.

Clean the house and then get a good night’s sleep

If you can’t face the ‘cleaning operation’, you may want to take advantage of our professional before/after moving cleaning services.

Step 7 – Moving day! If you haven’t already done so, take your children/pets to the friends/family members who are looking after them for the day, then:

Make sure appliances are disconnected

Turn off utilities (gas, electricity, water) at the mains

Secure doors/windows before setting off to your new house

Make sure boxes/furniture are deposited in the correct rooms as they are being brought into your new home – this will make unpacking a lot easier!

Once all your belongings are in your new home, unpack only the essentials and take a rest – it’s been a long day and you can unpack everything else over the next few days. Dreading those ‘little touches’ that make a house a home (like hanging light fittings, wall-mounting your TV or plumbing in your washing machine, for instance)? Allow our professional handymen to get on with that while you focus on settling into your new home.