#buy fashionable travel backpacks

[portables2go]

Stylish Yet Practical: How to Choose a Travel Backpack

As much as one can get with traveling, the right backpack does make all the difference. From weekenders to long-term travelers, a travel backpack should be as stylish as it is functional. Still, with the choices, it may be hard to get that perfect fit. Here is a guide to help you buy fashionable travel backpacks. Read more: https://naturalassembly.blogspot.com/2024/09/stylish-yet-practical-how-to-choose.html

[project-1000]

Project1000: High-Quality Handwoven and Travel Backpacks for Every Occasion

In today’s world, where sustainability and style are becoming increasingly important, finding the right accessories that reflect these values can be a challenge. At Project1000, we offer an exceptional collection of Handwoven Backpacks Online and Travel Backpacks Online, blending traditional craftsmanship with modern functionality. Our mission is to support rural artisans while providing eco-conscious consumers with high-quality, handmade products.

Handwoven Backpack Online: Tradition Meets Modern Design

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[restinslices]

Silly little request but how do you think LKB would dress like casually? Like once every blue moon they have a day off and ding need to wear their uniforms? Can you do this in bullet points?

Them not in their uniforms is such a normal concept but it seems so weird for them if you know what I mean. Like, wdym they don’t wear those outfits to sleep? Also this is probably shorter than other posts because it’s about outfits, yk?

Bi-Han

Black. Moving on-

On some real shit though, I feel like this man’s entire wardrobe is in greyscale 

Someone’s like “hey there’s this event coming up! Can you wear a blue shirt?”

You’d think he’d have blue but nope. Nothing but blacks and greys and maybe a white in there 

I saw a post of biker Bi-Han and I definitely see it now 

Idk if the pictures imma attach at the end are really biker tho so that’s why I’m saying mainly blacks 

Like Elsa, the cold doesn’t bother him anyway so jackets aren’t really a thing he has to wear. He kinda just does because it makes the outfit look better 

That’s all the brain power he puts into it though because this man doesn’t care about his wardrobe at all 

He cares enough to not look sloppy but he doesn’t care about piecing shit together or brands and designer. If you look closely you can see he’s wearing the same shirt he was wearing yesterday 

He wears black because he’s still thinking like an assassin. The whole “I shouldn’t be noticeable” thing 

Which is wild when you think about how he’s definitely noticeable in that blue outfit but idk

He also wears black because… he doesn’t know 

He checked his closet and realized that shit looked like a black void but refuses to actually wear more color 

I don’t see him accessorizing much either. He only carries stuff he can fit in his pockets 

Kuai Liang

Lazy 

Bi-Han adds a jacket for a bit of razzle dazzle but Kuai Liang doesn’t 

In all fairness, he gets hot easily (this is stereotypical but idc) so a jacket isn’t gonna work 

He wears the most basic t shirts and pants 

Like he legit got the same white shirt 50 times 

The shit is despicable 

I don’t think he adds many accessories either. He probably doesn’t carry much on him 

Long sleeves never really happen either 

Honestly I don’t think of any them dress with any special aesthetic in mind

But him? Extra lazy

I am being so serious when I say he buys the same clothes over and over again. He forgets he has a white t shirt in his closet so he buys another and the cycle repeats 

Probably doesn’t care as much because what are the chances he’ll be out of uniform?

You know how people say men's outfits are so boring? He’s the main example they use because there’s no personality with his shit 

I don’t see him doing much on his off days though so that’s probably why he just throws something on

He’s just getting dressed to go grocery shopping 

Tomas Vrbada 

The one with the most style 

Which isn’t saying a lot 

Wears multiple layers 

Why do I think this way? Idk. But if I said they all dress the same, it’d be boring so here we are

He probably has a normal type of body heat since he’s not a pyromancer or cryomancer so he’s wearing hoodies and jackets because he’s genuinely cold 

He accidentally has style 

Wearing a hoodie and jacket is stylish to people for whatever reason. He doesn’t get it but he’s like “yeah, I definitely have fashion sense. It’s definitely not because I’m cold all the time. That just doesn’t sound like me”

May accessorize a bit but not as much 

As a whole I think accessories can become heavy and get in the way and our boys gotta be ready to bust a move if something pops off. Just because they’re off duty doesn’t mean they’re not paying attention or in danger 

So that’s why our boys travel light 

He has those smoke bombs and shit so he might have a little pouch with him but I don’t think he’d carry a backpack. Goes back to being too heavy 

If something can’t fit in a pouch, it’s staying home 

Dresses in neutral colors. I don’t think any of them are necessarily into bright colors 

Doesn’t have the same exact clothes but wears them the same exact way. His outfits look like a skin variation 

He’s doing his best 

Remember all I do for you because imagining them in normal clothes fucked me up more than I’d like to admit

[manygeese]

ok we’re so back guys (shoutout to @demigod-shenanigans)

Piper and Leo’s Book Club

Piper was lingering near the doors of the library, waiting for a certain best friend of hers to arrive for book club. They’d joined it after the great schedule fiasco, taking weeks to settle on a club to share with each other. At one point, they’d had a conspiracy board laid out in Piper’s bedroom, with a list of clubs, their pros, and cons on it.

YEARBOOK CLUB

PROS: looks good on college applications

CONS: child labor

COOKING CLUB

PROS: for all ye poor souls who have not family and consumer sciences

CONS: Piper has never touched a pan in her life and may spontaneously combust

LGBTQ+ CLUB

PROS: like minded individuals

CONS: we were going to join this anyways and we need something ✨special✨

Finally, they found one they could agree on:

BOOK CLUB

PROS: media literacy!!! hell yeah

CONS: ain’t none (honorable mention: nerdy as fuck)

So there Piper was, at one end of the campus while Leo had to make his way over from the other one, on a hot August day. Piper flipped through the pages of her book, which she had narrowly finished before the meeting, hoping to whatever gods were real that nobody asked her comprehension questions about it. She was barely awake when she had read the last few chapters of it last night.

Two figures turned the corner, making Piper look up from the book to see who it was. She scoffed when she made eye contact with Leo. “Took you long enough!” She yelled, putting her hands up to her mouth to make the sound travel farther (not needed; his eardrums would have burst either way).

“Oh, I’m sorry your highness, I had to haul my ass all the way here from the 100 building. That’s like, 17 miles,” he hollered back.

Jason laughed from where he walked next to Leo. Shucking off one of the backpacks hanging off his shoulder, he handed it to his boyfriend, who hugged it to his chest. Leo leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for carrying it, babe. Have fun at football practice.” Leo fell into his spot beside Piper and waved goodbye as Jason continued walking.

“Bye, Leo. Bye, Pipes.” Jason waved back.

“Bye, Jason,” Piper and Leo said at the same time. “Jinx. Jinx again.”

They squabbled over who had to buy who a soda as they entered the library, lowering their voices to whisper-shouts when they noticed nobody else was nearly as loud.

“Oh, by the way, did you read the book? ‘Cuz I sure as hell didn’t,” Leo drawled, slamming his backpack down on a random table. Piper followed suit.

“You had two whole weeks, man.” Piper eyed him judgingly.

Leo rolled his eyes in a fashion that looked painful. “And those two whole weeks were used to study for my first multicultural literature test, idiot.”

“How does one study for a literature test, hmm? Does one, mayhaps, read?”

“I hope you get Juliet in the play so I can watch you die.”

Piper laughed a little louder than was appropriate. “Ok, but what were you really doing? Because I know for a fact that you never study.”

Leo held his hands up in surrender. “You caught me. I was, like, a quarter into the book yesterday afternoon when Nyssa came in asking for help on a project. She was building a model for her world geo class, something about replicating the Parthenon, so naturally I accepted. I didn’t spend hours listening to Annabeth yap about Greek culture for noth-“

“Hi, Annabeth!” Piper greeted cheerfully, looking between Leo and the girl coming up behind him.

“Did I say yap? I meant expound. Expound elegantly and gracefully, which I am forever grateful for.” Leo turned around quick as a flash, gesturing theatrically with his hands to explain himself.

Annabeth had a smirk on her face as she flopped her book bag down next to theirs. “I’m glad you liked my expounding, Leo.”

“Always, smartypants.” Leo sent a few finger guns her way. She returned them half-heartedly. “Actually, could you take a look at the blueprints? Nyssa was kind of uncertain about the details. Apparently she doesn’t trust me. Tragic.”

“Tragic, indeed.” she said, pulling her reading glasses off of the collar of her forest green sweater. “Let me see.”

~*~

Piper was stuck among various kinds of nerds, she thought with a bored sigh. Annabeth and Leo, obviously, were geeks. Annabeth’s friend Malcolm was so clearly a dweeb. And Piper herself was a dork by proximity.

It was nearing the end of book club, around 3:00. Leo had somehow bullshitted his way into getting others to think he read the book, while Piper and Annabeth had squealed about how cool the premise was. Piper talked about the sustained metaphors, Annabeth rambled about the imagery, Leo tried to derail the conversation to discuss what happened in his fifth period, Annabeth shushed him, Piper shushed him, Malcolm shushed him, Leo grumbled under his breath about them being no fun, so on and so forth.

The librarian shooed them out of the library at 3:05, fretting about a meeting of the school committee of something or other in 10 minutes. Piper and Leo gladly left the premises, with Annabeth heading out to study with Malcolm at Town Center.

“I’m gonna go watch the football practice. I think Hazel’s there, too, should be fun if you want to tag along,” Leo offered, already walking backwards towards the football field. He swung his backpack back and forth, having not yet put it on.

Clang, said the support pillar that Leo ran into.

“You should really stop walking backwards,” Piper stated after she stopped laughing. Leo rubbed at the back of his head, giving her a glare.

“Fuck you. I meant it when I said I want to watch you die.”

Piper pulled out her phone and opened her text messages. “Sorry, my dad’s already here for pickup. Have fun watching your himbo boyfriend work out, you sap,” she spat as she ran out to the parking lot.

“I’ll tell him you said that!”

[enjoythesilentworld]

SIMON'S MONTH

(intothelight // @enjoythesilentworld)

Day 1: Pencil Case (G, 1.2k)

Maybe it’s payback for that one time, but Wille is getting tired of Simon stealing all his goddamn pencils.

Day 2: Food (T, 2.3k)

Alone in a foreign country, Simon must find a stranger to join him on the romantic couples food tour he’s accidentally booked.

Day 3: Dodgeball (T, 1.5k)

Simon is determined to win the neighborhood dodgeball game. Mostly so he can rub it in Wille’s face.

Day 4: Beach (M, 1.3k)

Simon loves the beach. And you know what the best treat is at the beach on a hot, summer day? A popsicle.

Day 5: (Beyblade) Towel (G, 900)

Oh, the places you’ll go. Or, Memories of Simon’s life through the perspective of his Beyblade towel

Day 6: Sara (T, 900)

Simon just wants to stand up for his sister. 

Day 7: Purple (Rain) (T, 1.2k)

Through the power of Prince, Simon tries to pull a prince. Well, an ex-prince. 

Day 8: Discrimination (T, 1.8k)

Simon tries to buy some flowers for a wedding. Wille still has some things to learn.

Day 9: Anime (Backpack) (G, 800)

Simon and his new backpack take on a new school. 

Day 10: Travel (M, 2.5k)

Simon and Wille take on a new city, and a new tour, and Simon neglects to read the fine print (again). Or, FoodTour!Wilmon return

Day 11: Revolution (G, 900)

The Space AU no one asked for.

Day 12: Music (Room) (T, 2.9k)

Simon ran into Ex-Crown Prince Wilhelm in a campus music room in New York City, and they have started a tentative friendship.

Day 13: Hoodie(s) (T, 800)

Simon has a different hoodie for every mood. Here are a few. 

Day 14: Senses (M, 1.8k)

Simon receives some gifts. Five gifts, to be exact.

Day 15: Secrets (T, 1.6k)

Simon is trying to figure out why Wille is acting so damn weird lately, confessing random, rather inconsequential secrets.

Day 16: Venezuela (M, 1.9k)

Simon finally gets to take Wille to Venezuela. Or, more Married!Wilmon on Caribbean Beach vacation.

Day 17: (Just if a little more than a) Friendship (T, 2.3k)

Simon is someone Wille regularly breaks rules for. (A just if for a minute flashback.)

Day 18: Pride (T, 2.3k)

Simon invites his best friend and ~ultimate ally~ Wille to join him at Pride. Or, S1 “I’m not like that” Wilhelm meets S2 petty Simon.

Day 19: (Cat)Fish (T, 500)

Simon tries to convince a man on a dating app that, yes, that is his actual face in those pictures.

Day 20: Nightmare (T, 1k)

Three nightmares. A twin bed, an empty house, a warm embrace.

Day 21: Red Light (T, 1.2k)

A tense car ride home.

Day 22: Labor Day (M, 2k)

Simon plans to take down RK Solutions from the inside. He also just so happens to be sleeping with the CEO's son.

Day 23: Parent (Pick-up) (G, 1.5k)

Wherein music teacher Simon has a crush on the hot new teacher who he only ever sees at parent pick-up.

Day 24: Winter (Fashion Week) (M, 3k)

Oscar-nominated musician and composer Simon Eriksson attends Winter Fashion Week with his new beau, Ex-Crown Prince Wilhelm of Sweden. Or, The Met Gala AU. Again.

Day 25: Soulmates (T, 600)

Simon, curled up and heartbroken in the backseat of Sara’s car, realizes some things. Or, Simon sees his and Wille’s lives laid out across the universe.

Day 26: Dancing (On The Ceiling) (T, 1.4k)

Simon managed to pull an (ex-)prince with Prince. This second performance is just for fun.

Day 27: Physical Touch (T, 2k)

“Can I touch you? Just to be sure you’re real.” or, Catfish!Wilmon return

Day 28: Birthday (Suit) (M, 2.1k)

Three times Simon sees his friend Wille naked, and the one time he actually gets to do something about it.

Day 29: (Under the) Stars (G, 600)

Simon and Wille have a chat while star-gazing.

Day 30: Home (Improvement) (T, 1.3k)

Simon owns a home renovation business with his sister. Wille has recently purchased a fixer-upper.

Day 31: Photos (G, 900)

Photographs of Simon over the years, and those by his side. 

[koniknits]

Hi, I'm in Amsterdam! I visited two yarn shops today (about the only ones around it seems).

Stephen & Penelope was very fancy (34 euros for a fingering skein of 100g!), the shop assistants were nice.

De Afstap was more old fashioned and cosy. Nice selection of books, including one I want but weighs like 2 kilos so. Not taking that along (we're travelling home by train and backpacking).

I didn't end up buying any yarn anywhere, sadly (?).

[flushedangel]

🎀Welcome To The Desire Diaries🎀

From fashion must-haves to beauty essentials and home decor, this series will showcase a curated selection of products that are currently on my wishlist.

Victoria’s Secret Slippers

I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect cozy slippers, and of course, I went to Victoria’s Secret to look for some. They have the classic pink and white stripes and add a touch of chic to my loungewear. They would be great to wear during the VS show. Especially if it moves back to December next year, they would be the perfect fuzzy slippers to wear on a winters night to watch the show!

{Inspiration}

[above photos from Pinterest, dm for credit if these are yours!]

3-tier Storage Trays

I am always looking for cute ways to display and store everything, I think this storage tray is perfect, cute, and very versatile. It seems perfect for displaying makeup, skin care, bath products (bath bombs, bubble salts, bubble soap, etc.), or...you can use it for its intended purpose...deserts. Like I said, very versatile.

{Inspiration}

[above photos from Pinterest, dm for credit if these are yours!]

Batiste Dry Shampoo

For me, dry shampoo is something I have only started using recently. It's the only thing that can add volume to my hair, especially when I part my hair to the side. I have yet to invest in a big bottle, I've only bought travel sized bottles to put in my backpack, and I've only heard good things about Batiste. If you have tried their products, let me know how you feel about them, and if you have any other recommendations of their products!

Philosophy Body Shower Gel

Philosophy, take all my money. I don't buy them often, because of the price, but it's always a staple in any of my wishlists. Bonus points for the ones with recipes, which I have yet to try. But I am curious, have you ever tried a Philosophy bottle recipe? If so, how did it turn out?

{Inspiration}

[above photos from Pinterest, dm for credit if these are yours!]

Yves Saint Laurent: The Complete Haute Couture Collections

Despite not having a coffee table, I am a collector of coffee table/display book. However, I do like cute books that I will actually read/look through. Recently I've only been consuming fashion brand’s archive looks, currently on my wishlist is this YSL collection book.

{Inspiration}

[above photos from Pinterest, dm for credit if these are yours]

[pinkiepiebones]

Passing this question back to you, how do you think Renfield felt after he was freed from Dracula and how did he cope (or not) ?

Terrified.

The day after Dracula's demise hordes of three-letter agencies descended on the apartment complex and the Lobo's estate to try to ascertain what the fuck had happened. Rebecca had sensed something like that happening and, after she and Robert revived his codependents group, she had driven Robert to his place so he could pack some things. "You're gonna crash with me a while," she said. It wasn't a question.

He picked up his Welcome mat and threw it down to the pile of Lobo and police bodies three stories down. His packing was rushed, but practiced. He had to learn how to flee places in a hurry over the decades. He had to learn how to move with blood sticking to his skin and wounds oozing. He had to learn to watch his hands move as a terrible voice roared in his head and claws wormed into his sinew. He turned to leave and startled at the sight of Rebecca sitting on his sofa.

"Dude, you took like three seconds." She frowned. "Did you just shove some shit in a grocery bag?" She stood, shaking her head. "C'mon big guy, let's try to not panic, okay?"

Robert nodded, obedient.

Rebecca found his backpack- not in use, sitting empty on the shelf in his closet, purchased because it made him smile (it was made to look as though it had been fashioned from sunny quilt blocks). Rebecca spoke gently, now, guiding him to pack three of most of his articles of clothing for the time being. There was no way to tell how long the investigations would take. "And we can always buy you more stuff," she added. She recounted a time when Kate had been packing for some trip in high school and their father had joked about the overpacking. "He said, 'funny how stores cease to exist when you travel, huh?' because she was gonna be gone for a week but she had like six suitcases..."

Robert nodded, attentive.

The ride back to Rebecca's house was quiet. Robert watched her most of the drive. He clambered out of the passenger seat and grabbed his backpack and followed her inside.

Rebecca guided him while telling him about her small house. He looked at the pictures on the wall in the hallway. He studied the lives inside the frames. Then he followed Rebecca into the guest room.

"You," she said as he neared, "need a shower. So do I, probably, but, y'know, age before beauty or whatever. I gotta go check the heater, so, uh." She spread her hands. "Make yourself at home, roomie."

Robert set his bag on the guest bed and stood in the middle of the room, the muffled sounds of suburbia beyond the heavy curtains overwhelming his senses. How often he had hunted in just such a world, how often those sounds- lawnmowers and dogs and children- had simply meant 'Master's meals.' He pressed a hand to his mouth to suppress a scream and the wave of nausea that hit him.

Your sole purpose in life is to serve me.

Robert swallowed his guilt and his self hatred and ventured back out into Rebecca's house.

Rebecca jumped when she turned to find Robert standing behind her.

"Fuck!"

"Is there anything I can do?"

She looked at him, scrutinizing. "I dunno, this thing's just getting on in years."

"I meant, uh, in general?" He smiled. "How can I be of service?"

"No."

"No?"

Rebecca stormed past him. "You are not replacing him with me, don't even start down that path."

Robert chuckled nervously. "Oh, I didn't mean-"

Rebecca turned back and took Robert's hands in hers. "I know you didn't mean it. But you gotta know that this codependency stuff is going to keep messing with you, right? So, just-" She squeezed his hands. "You keep yourself from trying to be servanty, okay? I'm a big girl, I've been takin' care of myself a long time. You only have to serve you, got it?"

Robert felt tears sting his eyes.

"I don't know how to do this. God knows I'm trying, but now that he's gone, his voice isn't in my head, I can finally hear my own thoughts, and..." Robert gently pulled away from Rebecca.

"All I can think about is him."

His friend nodded. "I mean, we did just chop him up and mix him in cement and dump him into the sewer. I'm thinking about him too." She smiled and patted his arm. "C'mon, let's get the last of his blood offa you, maybe that'll help."

Rebecca had an idea; instead of Robert taking a shower, she offered to help him wash his hair as he took a bath, and he was glad for it. He felt a bit silly sitting in her tub, his long legs bent and a towel shoved around his waist for his sense of modesty, but that silly feeling ebbed as the warmth of the water around him seeped into his tired bones and Rebecca carefully leaned over to scrub at his hair with something that smelled like chamomile and lavender. He damn near purred at the sensation of her blunt nails gently scraping his scalp and her calloused fingers winding through his hair. He leaned his head back so she could pour a cup of water on his head to rinse, careful to guide the shampoo suds away from his face.

Rebecca pulled a few towels from a cabinet and plopped them on the counter by the sink. "Okay, I think you can handle it from here. I'm gonna grab a shower and then we'll figure out dinner. Sound good?"

Robert nodded, content.

[farity]

To Forgive, Divine, part 2

Part 1

Edit pic by the amazing kyloremus

Pairing: Modern AU Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary:  You and Aemond have history together.  And history tends to repeat itself.

* * * * * 

You didn’t know quite how it had happened, but you were driving to a nearby bar with Aemond in your passenger seat.

He’d asked you if he solved your two most pressing issues - bathroom and underwear - would you be willing to go somewhere and talk.  You’d said yes, before remembering it was Aemond you were talking to and he probably already had figured out the solution in his head.

And you’d been right.  

He’d seen the 24-hour drugstore on the other side of the garage, ran inside, bought a package of underwear, presented it in a gift bag, escorted you to the bathroom of the coffee shop next door, and waited outside for you.

“Tomorrow, I will buy you the entire La Perla store downtown,” he’d said as you walked back to your car.  

You approached the swanky little bar, parked and let him open your door.  

* * * * * 

“Old-fashioned, sweet, please.”

Aemond looked at the bartender, “same, thank you.”

He walked her to one of the darkened booths.  He hadn’t been to this bar before, not that he frequented bars any more, not after the initial, blurry months after she’d left him.  After you had ignored her for months and she got sick of it.

“So, Aemond, tell me about yourself.”

He smiled, his mind going blank at the impossible question.  “I will tell you anything you wish to know.”

The server walked over with their drinks, placed the napkins and glasses in front of them.

“Thank you.”

He chatted nervously about random bullshit, knowing there were more important things to talk about but dreading it all the same.  Eventually, she leaned in and tilted her head to one side, a gesture he remembered.

“Tell me how you are not Aegon’s lifeboat any more.”

He winced at her directness, but knew she deserved to ask that particular question.  “I left.  I spent six months being angry, after you left, then I went to therapy.”

“I thought the family didn’t do therapy,” she interjected.  “that’s for mere mortals, and ‘Targaryens are closer to gods’,” she quoted the inscription on the front page of the family book, an ancient tome that listed every birth, marriage, and death in the family.

Aemond raised his glass, smiling at the words.  “They don’t do therapy.  I did.  Still do, once in a while.”  He took a long swig of the cocktail.  “Anyway, after six months, I was either going to murder him or leave.  So I left.”

She leaned in, watched the way his fingers kept tapping the glass.  “Where did you go?”

“Where didn’t I go?”  He smiled bitterly.  “I emptied my savings and took a backpack with me.  I threw my phone into the lake and left a note for my mother.  I said I’d check in once in a while and I did.  I’d call her, then she’d start telling me what Aegon had done lately, what he’d gotten himself into and I’d hang up.”

“You cut them off.”

Aemond nodded.  “It was that or spend the rest of my life fixing his shit.  Next time I called, he was in rehab.  The time after that, he’d been sober for six months.”

“Wow.”  She leaned back.  “Is he still?”

“Yup, almost two years now.”

“That’s good.  Good for him.”

“I am so sorry,” the server said, “we’re closing in fifteen minutes.”

Aemond handed him a card, “no problem.”

* * * * * 

“I can’t believe it’s almost 2am,” you remarked as you both walked to your car.  “Why don’t I drop you off?  An Uber is going to take forever.”

“I don’t mind waiting.”

You sighed, “don’t be an idiot.  I don’t mind driving you.”

He agreed, and you began driving to the other side of the city.  It was peaceful at this time, and the only sound was Aemond’s soothing voice, telling you stories of his travels.  He really had been all over the planet, and you realized from details he let slip here and there that he had been just as lonely meeting new people every day as you had back home after you’d split up.  

Finally, you pulled up at his apartment building, facing the lake, and once you’d stopped the park, he grabbed your hand, kissing the back.  “Can I see you again?” he asked quietly.

“We need to take things slowly,” you told him, “give me a few days.”

“Of course.”  He smiled and opened the door.  “Let me know whenever you are ready.”  He leaned in to kiss your cheek before leaving and you nearly grabbed his arm to keep him from going but this was the best course of action.

Getting to know each other again.  Not rushing into things.  You couldn’t assume you’d just step back into the same relationship as if nothing had happened.  He was different.  You were different.

You watched as he walked into the front door of the building and drove off, wondering how much sleep you’d get tonight.

* * * * * 

Aemond sat on the chair by the window, where he liked to read, and took a deep breath.  The entire night had been full of the unexpected, and now he had hope, a tiny ember of it, and he knew he wouldn’t sleep.  He turned on the lamp behind the chair and looked at the stack of books on the floor.  He read a bit of whichever suited his mood, and lately it had been mysteries.  He picked up one of them and thumbed through to where he’d left off the last-

His phone buzzed and he recognized the doorbell alarm.  He clicked on the app and the screen showed her, standing at his door looking nervous.  He nearly tripped over the shoes he’d taken off in his rush to get to the door, and when he opened it, she looked at him for a moment before he reached out and pulled her inside.

“You know what this means,” he whispered, keeping his hands on her shoulders and not everywhere else where he really wanted them.

“Yes.”

“I will have you.”

She rose on her tiptoes to kiss him but he pulled away.

“No, I mean, I will have you.  I agreed to take our time, but if you’re here, that changes things.  Yeah, I want you.  On your back, on your knees, however I can have you, but I want more.  I want it all.”

When she looked down, he released her and took a step back.  “Get out.”

She opened her mouth to protest and he held up a hand.  “I will send you a vibrator.”  He saw the hurt in her eyes, but he wanted all of her, not just a few frenzied minutes as they fucked.  “You don’t need me to get yourself off.”

He thought, as the seconds stretched into eternity, that his therapist would be very proud of him.  He would say something about a growing sense of worth and not accepting crumbs as he always had.

Maybe he could send something to his therapist so he, too, could go fuck himself.

“I want a second chance, too, Aemond.”

He barely heard her over the pounding in his head.  “What?”

“I said,” she almost shouted, and then closed the door, “I want a second chance, too.  The circumstances have changed but I know you.  I tried to convince myself that we’re different but that’s not true.  I know who you are.”

He took a deep breath.  “You knew me minutes ago when you said you wanted to go slowly.”

“Can we sit, please?”

When he said nothing, she asked again.  “Please,”

He walked into the living area, swept a hand out to indicate the small dining room, leaned against a wall.  He was exhausted, he was frustrated, and to add to his frustration, he’d started to get hard the moment he’d touched her at the door.

She placed her bag on the dining room table, pulled out one of the chairs and sat while he used every ounce of willpower he had to not rush to her, comfort her, take her in his arms and begin undressing her because god knew the quick fuck they’d had earlier was nowhere near enough to sate him.

“I am sorry,” she began, “I realize I’m bouncing between extremes here and it’s’ not fair to you.  Seeing you was a shock.”

He said nothing and watched tears gathering in her eyes.

* * * * * 

You dug your nails into your palm, because goddamnit you were not going to cry.  You could get through this conversation without tears.

But Aemond’s expression.  Or more specifically, the lack of expression on his face was so unsettling.  You could do this, you reminded yourself.  You could get your thoughts out in a coherent, organized manner, and eloquently explain your feelings, fears, and hopes.

You opened your mouth and saw him take a deep breath, looking at you like he was listening to his brother explaining how this was really, truly, the last time.

“I just fucking miss you so much.”  You burst into tears, and you caught, just barely, the impulsive movement from him, the split-second where he had moved towards you before he pulled himself back to where he stood.  You covered your face, angry that you’d just blurted something out instead of the calm, straightforward words you’d been practicing as you walked to his building.

You wiped your eyes with your hands and then looked at him.  “I love you, Aemond, and if you need more time, I will-”

He sprung then, startling you when he pulled out a chair and sat facing you.  “Need more time?”  He laughed bitterly.  “I was ready to try, wasn’t I?  Did you forget our little interlude in that closet?  I said I wanted to see you again, and you said to take things slowly.  So I agreed.  But now you’re here, and I’m guessing it’s not because you want to ask me about my Lord and Savior, so what- what the hell am I supposed to think?”  

Yeah, he was right.  He sighed, then rose to head to his kitchen, grabbed a couple of glasses while you gathered yourself.  When he came back, he placed a glass of water and a box of tissues in front of you, then drank most of his water before placing the glass down.

“I know,” you said softly.  “It’s not fair to you.”  You grabbed some tissues, swiped them over your eyes.  “I mean what I said.  I love you.  And I thought I wanted to take things slowly but I realized we’re not really different people.”

You wiped your nose, drank some water.  “Aemond, you were always loyal as fuck to your family, and while you stopped fixing Aegon’s shit, it doesn’t mean you didn’t want to, it just meant you realized it wouldn’t solve anything.  It was bad for him and bad for you, so you stopped.  You’re still that loyal person, you just don’t enable him anymore.”  

“Neither of us was wrong, back then,” you continued.  “You were doing what you thought was right, and I was protecting myself from feeling like I wasn’t important to you.  And now things are different.  And I don’t want to wreck any chance we might have.”  You couldn’t look at him.  You couldn’t risk the chance of seeing hatred in his gaze.

You felt him walk over, crouch in front of you and reach up to touch your hair.  “I did treat you like you weren’t important.  I am sorry I made you feel that way.”  He twirled a lock of hair around his finger, brushed his thumb over it.  “I want to try, but I need to know what we’re doing here.”

You nodded, finally looked at him.  He was watching you with tenderness and you smiled softly.  “I want it all, Aemond.  Just like you do.”

“If that’s the case, then stay with me,” he said.  “First, because it’s almost dawn and neither of us should be driving anywhere, but also because I fucking miss you, too.  Not just sex, but you.  Spend the day with me and we can figure things out together.”

You took a deep breath, the fear that had constricted you finally going away, and you nodded.  “Okay.”

* * * * * 

The sun, when it rose, found Aemond sitting on his chair with her on his lap.  He’d known he wasn’t going to be able to sleep, and she had downed half the pot of coffee he’d made, but she was happily nestled against him as the first rays peeked through the slivers of space between the buildings he could see from his window.

His sweatpants were long on her, even rolled up he could barely see her toes, and his t-shirt was thin but between his body heat and the blanket he had wrapped around her, she reassured him she was very comfortable.

When she finally dozed off, he rose with her in his arms, walked to his bed and tucked her in.  He was incredibly wired from all the coffee he’d had so he stood back up to go do some work in the living room.

“Don’t leave, please.”

She’d snuck one of her arms out of the blankets, and had flung her hand toward him.

He closed the door and went back to her, slipped under the covers and wrapped himself around her.  

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he murmured against her hair.  “This is not a hardship, you know?”

He felt her smile, felt her arms go around him, and then she lifted her mouth to his.  He was powerless, his defenses completely gone, and he kissed her, gently at first and then the all consuming hunger and need began taking over and he added teeth and tongue to the kiss.  When she moaned, he began pulling clothes off of her, let her greedy hands grab and tear at his own clothing until he could, finally, slip inside her, feel the heat of her surround him.  

She reached up, fingertips gentle on his cheek, and he pulled off the eyepatch, let the blue flame of the sapphire burn down on her as he rocked his hips against her.  Her lips were light as butterflies as she traced his scar, her breathing catching as her own need grew.  “Aemond,” she whispered, “it’s always been you.  I’ve never loved anyone else.”

He couldn’t answer her, not with words, because they were a jumbled mess in his throat, but he kissed her, loved her until she cried out with pleasure, and only after he’d let go and lost himself in her, could he finally murmur, “I love you, too.”

* * * * * 

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A Sweet Macaroon

Topher x Reader

Trigger warning: Abuse reference

You haven’t been happy since your high school sweetheart, Chris, came home after his sophomore year of college and announced he was dropping out to travel coast to coast and find himself. You loved him deeply, and he broke your heart. Devastated, you married the first guy who asked. Now, it’s 10 years on, and you’re stuck in a childless and loveless marriage. Your husband hit you before, but he’s always controlled himself enough not to smack your face. That changed last night, and you leaned into the bathroom mirror applying makeup to conceal the damage.

“You can’t go to the restaurant like that. People will think I’m a monster,” Earl said.

“I’m putting on coverup. It will be fine. Besides, we need the money,” you countered with the one argument you knew would work.

“Okay, but I’m taking you to see how people react. You can stay if no one says anything,” he said.

This was not what you wanted. You wanted to pack a big backpack, but if Earl was driving, you could only pack a small tote. There was enough money stashed in your locker to buy a bus ticket. Whatever tips you could earn during this shift would be your spending money until you found a new job.

“What’s that bag for?” Earl asked.

You lied, “I always bring an extra outfit in case I spill something on myself.”

He said he never noticed before but was more focused on reminding you it was his bowling night, and he couldn’t pick you up. You were grateful. You took inventory: two t-shirts, a denim skirt, a nightgown, 2 pairs of panties, flip flops, and a few toiletries. You had rolled everything tightly to fit in your tote. You prayed you didn’t forget anything essential.

Fortunately, customers were generous with their tips. You went straight to the bus station after work. The bus drove through the night, but you were too anxious to sleep. You only had one relative who lived outside your town, your cousin Alex in Schmicago. You would see if she could help you get a fresh start.

It was sunny when you arrived in the city. You brushed your teeth and splashed icy water on your face in the bus terminal restroom. It washed off the last of your makeup, but oversized sunglasses were the fashion, and you slipped on yours. It took an hour to find where Alex lived. You double checked the address because it was a junkyard. There was an odd little man in the center, kneading dough on a table. He had a sweet face and long dark hair. He wore a newsboy cap.

“Hello, friend! I’m Michael. Welcome to the tribe.”

You introduced yourself, deciding it would be safer to use your middle name. You explained you were looking for your cousin. Michael told you that you were in the right place, but Alex was off doing odd jobs. He offered you food and took you to her tent. He kindly suggested you take a nap. You slept for three hours.

After spending the afternoon with Alex, she took you to meet her tribal leader. As you entered the large tent, you were shocked to see a ménage-a-trois on the bed. You’d never even seen a dirty movie, and here it was live before your eyes. Alex didn’t even react as the two women were taking turns sucking the man. Another man sat on a cushion checking things off on a clipboard, as if he didn’t see what was happening two feet away from him.

Your eyes should’ve been glued to the action, but instead, you stared at this man. From the angle you were standing, you couldn’t quite see his face, but he had a glorious head of curly hair, and the vest he wore emphasized the definition in his arms. As he wrote, you thought his forearms may be the sexiest thing you’d ever seen, even though there were people having sex right in front of you. He turned to greet the two of you.

You scanned this super-hot guy from his bell bottoms to his face, and your heart jumped into your throat, as you said just under your breath, “Chris-.”

“Topher, this is my cousin y/m/n,” Alex told him.

“Nice to meet you, y/m/n. I’m Topher,” he said, reaching out with one hand while placing his other over his heart. “I’m getting a vibe we know each other.”

You shrugged. Your hair color was different than when you last saw him. Your curves had developed a bit more. You hope the sunglasses hid your face enough to function as a disguise. You’ve dreamt of seeing Christopher again but not like this.

But he reached to remove your glasses and said with surprise, “Y/N?!”

He motioned for the two of you to exit the tent, and he followed. It was evening but still light enough he could see your black eye and the large bruise on your upper arm. He slipped his finger under your chin and turned your head to examine the damage.

“Y/n, who did this to you?” Topher demanded.

Alex replied, “Her no-good husband, Earl. That’s who.”

“Hunterson,” you added.

“You married Earl Hunterson,” he said incredulously.

Afraid you would cry if you answered, you merely nodded, but his hand stayed holding your chin.

Alex asked, “You guys know each other?”

Topher answered yes but provided no other information.

So, you added, “We went to high school together.” (Instead of “We went together in high school.”)

Alex explained to Topher that you needed a place to stay until you worked out your next steps, but unfortunately, she was already sharing her small tent with Marissa and asked for his help in pairing you up with someone else.

“Not a problem. Y/n can bunk with me,” he said.

You and Alex both exclaimed, “What?!!!”

“It’s perfect. She’ll be safe with me. I’m the only one sleeping here,” he said, and pulling the tent flap open, he yelled in, “You guys wrap it up.”

Alex laughed so hard she snorted, and it reminded you of when you were kids.

“I think they might think you mean something else,” she giggled.

Getting the condom reference, you and Topher started laughing, too. The three of you were still snickering when the other three exited. Alex skated off, and you went into the tent with Topher.

“Well, well, well,” he said, but after looking into your eyes with his gorgeous baby blues, he went a different direction with the conversation. “Are you hungry, Y/n?”

“No, thank you. Alex and I ate at the Kander Cafe. I applied for a waitressing job there.”

“Ah, the Absinthe Café, huh? Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” he said. “Ooh, I should write that down.”

“Since I can sleep here, I’m assuming you don’t have a wife or girlfriend,” you said.

“My manifesto is to foster love wherever it grows. As such, I no longer believe in the confines of a traditional relationship,” Topher said removing his vest and tank top.

Then, turning his back to you he removed his jeans. As he bent over, he revealed a perfect juicy peach ass, and you just wanted to take a bite.

“I guess you no longer believe in the confines of underwear either,” you giggled.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled. “I thought you might not be as comfortable with nudity as we are. So, I was slipping on these gym shorts. I didn’t think about being nude while changing.”   

“You should be comfortable in your own abode.”

“Sit,” he said motioning to the bed. “It’s time for you to unburden yourself.”

“Pardon,” you asked.

“Let it out. Verbally let go of the weight you’re carrying,” he said and crawled on to the mattress behind you.

You were startled and asked, "What are you doing?”

“I’m going to physically help ease the tension while you emote,” he said.

As his fingers kneaded your neck, you let out the breath you had been holding for the last 48 hours. You knew he wanted you to talk, but you only purred.

“Y/n.”

You managed a breathy, “Yes.”

“Take off your top so I can get to these knots in your upper back."

In a trance, you did as he said.

“I haven’t seen one of these in a while,” he said.

“A knot,” you questioned.

“No, a bra,” he answered.

As his fingers worked their magic, you moaned in gratification.

“Y/n, your sounds are making things…um…hard on me.”

“I can’t help it. I'm so turned on right now,” you answered.

“Then let’s get naked,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded in agreement, and he smoothly unhooked your bra and slid it forward, cupping your breasts with both his hands, causing your nipples to pebble and heat to pool between your legs. Topher turned your face toward him and kissed you deeply. You ran your tongue over his pointed canine teeth that you always adored whenever he smiled.

He got off the bed and stood in front of you. You removed his shorts. He was so hard that every vein in his cock was defined. You dropped onto your knees and licked the glistening precum off his tip.

“Don’t tease, Y/n,” he said.

You stared up at him, and desperately wanting to please him, you begged, “Teach me!”

He contemplated and replied, “Just make love to my dick.”

His direction seemed vague, but you knew each other well enough that it was clear to you. You hoped your enthusiasm would make up for your lack of skill. You started by kissing up and down his shaft, while massaging his balls. He groaned. You took him as far into your throat as you could. He held your hair back and wiped your tears with his thumb until he threw his head back in ecstasy. Just as he was on the borderline, he pulled out of your mouth. You whined.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” he said.

He had you stand. He unbuckled your sandals and removed your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, trailing kisses on the outside of your legs as he went. After you stepped out of them, he gently pushed you back onto the bed and kissed his way back up on the inside of your legs, pausing to tickle you behind the knees.

“And there it is,” he smiled, remembering that was a particularly sensitive spot for you.

When his tongue ran along your slit, a pleased sound escaped his lips.

He picked up his head and said, “Baby, you are so wet for me. I love it.”

He dove back between your legs and pushed up your hood with his fingers while he sucked on your clit. You cried out. He slipped two fingers inside of you and curved them forward. You writhed on the bed, but just as you were about to climax, he stopped licking. You whimpered.

“It will be worth the wait,” he promised. “Get on your knees.”

He was so hard when he entered you. His cock hit your g-spot. His hands grabbed your breasts, and he held on as he plunged into you. He hummed and rocked his hips to the same rhythm. His hands slid down your body. He used one to balance himself, while the other pressed on your love button.

“Now,” he ordered. “Come all over my cock, Y/n.”

Topher’s touch and dirty words made you explode like never before. You lost your balance. Your head dropped forward onto a pillow. He held your hips tight while he ejaculated into you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every drop. He held still for a moment before pulling out and flopping on to the bed next to you. You stretched out on your belly and turned your face toward him. He ran his finger along your jaw and leaned in for a kiss.

“That was incredible. You are so beautiful. Even more than you are in my memories or my fantasies," he confessed, pushing your hair off of your face.

Topher laid on his back, stretching out both arms, making room for you to snuggle into him. You draped one leg over both of his thighs and ran your fingers through his curly chest hair. He kissed the top of your head. You were sad and blissful at the same time. You knew you couldn't stay at the commune because you would never be able to share this gorgeous man. You also knew it would take at least a week to figure out your next move, and after a decade of misery, you deserved seven more nights of pleasure.

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Know about Dubai International Airport Duty-Free Shopping

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About Dubai Duty Free

Dubai Duty Free is the largest retail airport retailer globally having won this title more than 10 times until now. Spread over a staggering area of 40,000 sqm combined, the DDF is open 365 days of the year 24/7 and offers one of the most extraordinary Dubai shopping experience. The cherry on the cake is you don’t even have to pay import duties or service taxes on the goods purchased so you can splurge as much as you want. Another advantage is that there is an online site for people who are short of time and can shop and get the products delivered directly at home. Isn’t that fantastic?

Here is a break-down of the various categories and outlets that are available.

Lifestyle, beauty, and fashion

No surprises that some of the top notch luxurious global brands in fashion, makeup, skincare, and lifestyle have their outlets at the DDF. Gucci, Armani, YSL, Burberry, Lacoste, Louis Vuitton, Dior, Prada, Dolce and Gabbana, Estée Lauder, Coach, NARS, Lancôme, Givenchy are just a few to make to the list. Gift yourself a gorgeous Gucci handbag, a stunning pair of Dior sunglasses, or a YSL perfume, as you are indeed spoilt for choice here.

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DDF is a haven for tech gadgets and you can find an assortment of electronics under one roof including laptops, mobile phones, cameras,tablets, drones, and everything that your heart fancies. From Apple, Samsung, and Sony, to GoPro, Bose, JBL, and Dyson, you can find many stores here. 

Jewellery

Dubai is famous for its gold souk and people generally love to buy at least some gold jewellery during their trip. You can even buy gold bars ranging from 18 carats to 24 carats at the DDF. Some of the well-known stores here are Bvlgari, Cartier, Tiffany & Co, Rolex, Swarovski, Pandora, Frey Wille, Damiani, and Liali.

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You are dragging a heavy suitcase and the wheel comes off, or the zip of the bag breaks. Well, worry not as DDF comes to your rescue. Get them fixed from Samsonite, Go Travel or Tumi, or better yet just buy a new piece of luggage. Also check out the travel pillows, luggage tags, sleeping masks, backpacks, and earplugs here.

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Alcohol and tobacco products like cigarettes, cigars, vapes, and electronic cigarettes are much in demand among shoppers. Fun fact is that alcohol is the bestselling product in the DDF. Marlboro, Heets, Jack Daniels, Glenfiddich, Johnny Walkers, Benson & Hedges, Davidoff, Dunhill, and Iqos are the popular brand available here.

Chocolates and Confectionary

Food is an important part of shopping and also make for great souvenirs to carry for your loved ones. Cookies, candies, dry fruits, and chocolates from brands like Godiva, Toblerone, Hershey’s, Reese’s, Lindt, M&Ms, Butlers are just perfect to indulge in.

Toys

With so many exceptional shopping options for the adults, how can the little ones be left behind? Whether it is action figurines, cars, soft toys, or dolls, shops like LEGO, Disney, Marvel, Hasbro, and Crayola are there to fulfil your needs.

Souvenirs

Collecting souvenirs from any new place to remember the vacation fondly is one of the best things to do. From fridge magnets, stuffed camels, key chains, to themed chocolates, Bateel dates, and miniature models of iconic monuments like Burj Khalifa, Burj Al Arab, etc. are some of the impressive ones that you find here. There is also an exclusive Emirates store where you can buy merchandise such as caps, t shirts, luggage scale, and also the Boeing 777 model aircraft.

Watches/Clocks

Watches from world-class brands like Rolex, Casio, Omega, Tag Heuer, Tissot, Rado, Fossil, Skagen, and Michael Kors, are available in the DDF.

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You can visit their official website to find out more about these programs or the various stores and how to navigate them.

Conclusion

The Dubai Duty Free promises a wholesome shopping experience to all its customers with freebies, loyalty points, and other unique promotions to sweeten the deal a little more. We suggest you go through their official website before hand and make a list of the things that you want to make this process more memorable.

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With so many messenger crossbody bags in the market, it may be confusing to choose the perfect satchel. This accessory has become one of the most essentials for the style of a modern man. With both shoulder and crossbody straps, you can go anywhere with a stylish messenger bag. Carry your essentials in style with a Crossbody/Shoulder Bag for Men. So, what should you be looking for when buying best leather crossbody bag for men?

Leather vs. Canvas ?

Material is a matter of taste but can also be related to the purpose of use, dress style, cost, and durability. Canvas messenger bags are more for a casual style while in college or travelling, and probably is more for the younger generations. Make sure you get waterproof canvas to protect your items. Also, canvas messenger bags are offered at a lower price. Genuine leather crossbody bags are more suited for business purposes, as they look more elegant. However, some crazy horse style messenger bags can be good also for college, and indeed stylish while travelling. Genuine leather shoulder bags for men look good for all ages and can last a long time, if you follow the care instructions for it. If you are willing to pay a little more money, then a real leather satchel is worth it.

Size with enough space for your essentials

Make sure to know your needs to get the right size of the shoulder bag you intend to buy. If you intend to carry an iPad, laptop, books or other items, check the size information of the ipad bag/ tablet bag before buying and always remember to allow some reasonable margin of expected human error to be on the safe side.

Check the internal features and choose a satchel with a lot of pockets, zipper pockets, internal compartments, and external zipper slots to keep your items well organized. In addition to any needed functionalities.

It is good to get a shoulder bag with adjustable strap to suit your height.

Style:

Crossbody bags come in many styles and functionalities. Some are square, or rectangular across the shoulder which can have enough space if you want to carry an iPad, books, phone and accessories or even laptops. There is also a chest sling bag for men that can be worn as sling backpacks too, which are usually smaller in size, and more convenient to carry and more comfortable for the shoulders.

If you want to use your earphones while carrying the bag, get a chest sling bag for men with an earphone hole. There are sling bags with USB charging port if you need it.

If you are a follower of trends and fashion, or prefer a specific style, you can get a sling bag the suits your taste. However, timeless style cross shoulder bags always prove to be a winner not only for those with a classical taste, but for everyone, especially if you have a reasonable budget for a leather satchel.

Budget:

You can find a selection of canvas across the shoulder bags withing USD 60. If you want to invest more money, say above usd 60, and you want it to stay looking good for a longer time, you can have good choices of leather messenger bag for men within USD 70. Or leather shoulder bags less than USD 80 .

No matter your destination, A well-chosen shoulder bag for men adds a tasteful touch of sophistication to your everyday look, while keeping your items secure, organized, and easy to reach. A perfect combination of style and practicality.

Maha Awad EZLIFEGOODS

[jen-angst]

I took a nap and had a truly unhinged dream. Here’s what I remember:

1. I travel on a highway by foot to an inn that also has a super old fashioned burger restaurant in it. I go to bed in this inn, do nothing, and leave.

2. I’m traveling on the highway home (by foot) when I realize I left my backpack there. It has “all my stuff” in it, including a winter coat, a yo-yo, and my “SNES computer.” I jump through an abandoned playground back to the inn to find it.

3. I go back to the inn and talk to the proprietor, who is a guy who looks like a cross between Colonel Sanders and Einstein. I ask about my backpack, and he apologizes and tells me to check in a week. He offers to buy me lunch for the trouble. I accept (for some reason). The waitress complains that I’ll just get a steak and eggs and the most expensive stuff.

4. This is the meat of the dream. I’m handed a FUCKING RIDICULOUS menu while I sit at this car-shaped table. In front of each table are blinds where you talk to a server. I open mine too fast because why the fuck would I know what it’s for, and she gets pissed that I didn’t know I was only supposed to open it when I was ready to order. Anyway, the first several pages of the menu are just the story of this man and the inn he ran, and I’m having trouble just… finding food in it. I see the page special where this 1950s themed place with cars for tables turns into a K-Pop bar after midnight on Tuesdays and Thursdays and how you don’t just get booze, but a FREE APPLE. I wasn’t there at those times, so I flipped through. The main thing I got is that you could get a square burger or a round burger. Square and round weren’t the shape of the burgers, it has to do with what sides you get with it. With a “square” burger you get fries and a milkshake. With a “circle” burger you get your choice of two of five or six mediocre options including pudding and a fruit cup. The fried chicken was square or circle. So was the steak. Everything was. And the thing is that each section of the menu was divided by little stories instead of like… anything useful I’d want on a menu. So I couldn’t even see all the food at the same time. I didn’t order before I woke up, but some annoying teens did sit at my table and tell me fart jokes while I was trying to concentrate. I didn’t want them there, but felt it would be rude for me to say anything.

[disengaged]

Ehya, pegs! I'm late to the party but if you're still up for it...

1. I love Vonnegut, i still haven't read timequake (in Italian it has the super charming name "Cronosisma"), but thank you for letting me know it's depressing sjsksks did you take with you any other books to read through your journey? Or are you buying them from local bookshops?

2. People that travel always talk about "best dressed people are from ****". Which population do you think dress better? Or... Do you actually notice a change in fashion?

I gotta say that I've never notice an actual difference, but i don't have a keen eye for fashion so snsjsjsjs wanna know your opinion.

Get better and enjoy your fuze tea!

1. I brought a Kobo e-reader from home! it's a lifesaver because i'm backpacking and i don't really have space for books ... super small and light :) so far i've read Love in the Time of Cholera and Jane Eyre.

2. the change in fashion in some of the places i go has been HUGE. huge !!! in Brussels, Gent and Paris (and Vienna i guess), mostly everyone was super trendy and well-dressed (perfect hair, perfect makeup, expensive brands, neutral colours, pristine sneakers)... i felt like such a slob in comparison.

in Zürich, München, Budapest, Bratislava, Brno etc, no one seemed to care as much. i thought the Hungarian and Slovakian fashion was very reminiscent of canadian styles in 2012-2014 actually ... lots of glitter and rhinestone shirts, adidas shoes and converse, skinny jeans, etc. and lots more people wearing comfy clothes and regular athleisure, etc.

pretty much all of the teenagers look the same everywhere on the continent so far, though. they all dress like tiktok influencers. it's kinda weird :-|

i think a lot of people in Paris did look really good (and really rich <3 lol), but i felt uncomfortable in comparison. i really prefer the less-posh areas where i can wear my secondhand clothes and not feel like a sore thumb LOL