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silent-raven13 · 1 year

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Where did you get that tattoo, luv?

Hobie relaxed on his bed playing his guitar enjoying making a song for his band. When his best friends, Karl and Riri aren't fighting nazis, and fascist assholes, they go to their underground concerts. It's the best way to fully enjoy the "punk" experience. Whatever that means? It's the best way to enjoy freedom and expression from this bullshit world.

Then his Spicer Society Smartphone ding, he took the specially made phone t to look at it. There's a message from Gwen.

Spder So-City Messages

Gwendy: Hey, you wanna hang out with me and Pav?

Hobs: Sure. What are we gonna do?

Gwendy: Hmm 🤔 Not sure! I'm thinking we can hang out in my world then maybe meet up with Miles... if he's not busy.

Hobie: Oh! I need to check up on him.

Gwendy: Alright. Ask him if he's down to hang out later!

Hobie quickly went on his contacts seeing the first person to pop up, his Sunflower.

Hobie: Hello, luv. Wyd?"

Sunflower💖: Heyy bae!

Sunflower💖: I'm spending the day with Ganke, we're going to Anime Con! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

Hobie pouts, his jealousy is getting the best of hi again. It's not that he has an issue with Ganke, the problem is everyone thinks those two are a couple instead of HIM and Miles. It's always bother him when he sees those two together and random people make positive comments about them.

Oh, you two look so cute together.

OMG, ya'll make a perfect pair.

Awe, ya'll so fierce together!

Can I say ya'll look so gooood together!

There's no words to express how upset Hobie gets when he hears their fucking comments. It's annoying, bothersome, and- DAMN, his jealous couldn't handle it.

What's worst, when he bud in those conversation, the random person would look in shock for the moment. They seem a bit disappointed to find out Miles isn't dating Ganke! What. The. Fuck!

It seems that Miles' best friend is more liked, because he's a handsome fellow. Hobie never felt insecure about his looks before, nor did he care about how others see him, but seeing the love of his life being praised with another man just boils his blood.

For now, he wants his Miles to enjoy themselves.

Hobie: Alright, luv. Have fun 💖 Later, do you want to hang out with me, and the gang?🥹

Sunflower💖: Sure! ☺️ How does 7pm works?

Hobie: Perfect! 🥰

Sunflower💖: Love u! 😘

Hobie: 🥰 Luv u 2!

Hobie left it at that, he got up from the bed to change. When he went to Gwen's world to hang out with her and Pav, he saw them busy on their Smartphone. "Hey, Hobs! Glad you can make it! What's the word with Miles?" Gwen asked being happy to see her punker friend.

"He's free around 7pm. So, what's the plan?" Hobie asked, having one hand in his jeans.

The three were wearing their Spidey suit underneath their basic clothing. Luckily for Gwen, her spider-woman suit is mostly black around her legs, so she wears a casual shirt and jacket with her blue converse. It's an easy fit for her. Hobie always dressed in his punk outfits entwine with his spider-man suit. For Pav, he wore a colorful pink overalls having one strap unlatched for the asymmetrical look and underneath is bright yellow long sleeve shirt.

"I'm thinking we try the escape room! Then, maybe go look at this Hello Kitty store Pav been wanting to go and try this vegan burrito place. They use walnut meat and cashew sour cream!" Gwen explained the plan.

"Hello Kitty?" Hobie asked, looking at Pav.

"She's cute! And i was hoping to look at their designs of Cinnamoroll! In my world, that cute bunny has gold and white colors!" Pav explained.

"Have you ask Miles if he's down to hang out later?" Gwen asked Hobie.

"Yeah, he's busy with Ganke..." He grunts with a slight eyeroll.

The two glanced at each other knowing Hobie is jealous of Ganke for being closed with Miles. Not only that, when Miles was single, he and Ganke would always pretended to be boyfriends to avoid any strangers from asking them out.

They got so used to it they forget they're friends at times. One time, Miles kissed Ganke at a party so casually and his friend wasn't shock instead he wrapped his arm around Miles' waist like it they were a couple. Talk about being super platonic with your best friend. What was worst? Hobie was at that party watching the whole thing, granted he wasn't with Miles, but that didn't stop him from being upset about it. The poor punker got so drunk, he broke down in tear in front of Gwen and Pav. It was an emotional roller coaster!

"Oh they went to that Anime convention? I think I saw a photo of them dressing up together." Pav took out his Smartphone to look through his Spder So-City app to find the picture, "I think they were doing One Piece this time!"

"Right, I remember last year they did Boku no Hero Academia." Gwen said out loud, "Miles was this green guy called... Dino?"

"Deku." Pav corrected. "And Ganke dressed up Eraser Head."

"Who?" Gwen asked, "Sorry, I don't know much on this stuff... only Sailor Moon!"

"Really? I thought you watch anime!" Pav spoke out loud being confused. "You were saying yes to Miles when he brings up certain episodes!"

"I lied... I forget about the shows he mentions. He watches so much with Ganke, and he recommends anime shows with hundred plus episodes! I can only handle twelve episodes!"

"But Sailor Moon has a lot of episodes?"

"Okay, I watch Sailor Moon as a kid, and some episodes here and there. I didn't see the whole thing." Gwen gave a sheepish grin at Pav.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I'M THE ONLY ONE WATCHING WHAT MILES RECOMMENDED?" The wavy haired nineteen year old shouted out while having his smartphone in his hand.

"Yyyu-uh-up!" The blond twenty year old nodded with a weak smile.

"I don't even know any of this stuff you mates are talking about. I know, One Piece, Samurai Champloo, and Demon Slayer..."

"It's because you go to his place and sees him watching those?" Pav asked having to eye on his punker friend. Hobie never seems to like watching television during his free time, so he would watch with whoever is watching.

"Yea, Sunflower always watch the telly." He answered, "At first, I didn't care about One Piece, and got a bit confused about it- but after a few episodes I get it."

"Anime." Pav corrected, "You don't want the fans to curse you out! And it is the best! In my world, the anime is a bit different, but the color schemes!" He check his phone, "Oh, Miles is Zoro and Ganke is Luffy."

He shows them the photo of Miles in a the first Zoro outfit with the bandana tied on his upper left arm, and holding three fake swords. Then Ganke dressed up as Luffy's outfit with a painted red X on his fitted chest.

"Damn, Ganke got jacked up!" Gwen's eyes widen, she didn't remember Miles' friend to be so muscular.

Hobie's eyes were fixated on how Miles and Ganke were giving a big side hug, with their smiles on their faces. It bothers him. The description on Miles' photo said 'My Captain! 🫡' Did Miles really had to write that?

"Dude, I know. I never thought his friend would be sooo.... hot?" Pav admits, then cover his mouth slowly turning an annoyed Hobie, "Sorry, Hobie. I didn't mean it like that!" Then his brown eyes went back on screen looking at Ganke's abs.

"Pav, your drooling..." Gwen giggles having to nudge her friend's sides. "Careful before Gayatri finds out your window shopping."

"No, I was just admiring his straw hat!" Pav hides his blush.

"Let's go." The punker mutters having to kicking a random can from the roof. The other two stood quiet having to bite their tongue from their jealous punker. It's not good when he get one of those moods.

So when they spend their times hanging out in Gwen's world, Hobie was mostly being gloomy, or stare off to distance. During the escape room, Hobie was busy on his smartphone looking at photos of his Sunflower with Ganke.

One photo of them taking a pose with other people, which wasn't too bad. But the next slide was a video of Miles recording himself with Ganke behind him sticking his tongue out.

"At Anime NYC!" Miles said making a peace sign while walking with Ganke.

"Oh my gawd, can we get a photo you two looks so good together!" A young woman cosplay as Kiki from Kiki Delivery Service, then another groups dressed up as Naruto characters, and Attack on Titan cosplayers and so on.

"OMG are you two a couple!"

"Yeah, you two look so perfect as ZoLu!"

"Yeah! You guys look so cute together!"

Hobie's spider-man strength crack his Smart-phone screen being too damn jealous. "Grr..." He growls lowly as he watch his boyfriend nervously laughing it off while Ganke arms around his neck. The disrespect!

"Uhhh, Hobs... you can't use your phone in here." Gwen said slowly seeing the punker not caring about the rules.

Pav being busy solving a puzzle, "Gwen! Hobie! Help me! I'm so confused with this family tree! Jessica's is the step-mother of the granddaughter Sally and twin of Martha, but-but who is she to John, the owner of the house!" He got all panicked and confused by this difficult puzzle.

"Hobie, come on! We're supposed to have fun." Gwen said with a sigh, "Are you really getting jealous over Ganke, again?" She went to help Pav with the puzzle.

Hobie scowls shoving his phone back in his pocket, "Gwendy, you don't understand! They get too close." He quickly solve the puzzle, "And Johnie boy is Jessica's uncle! Why is it everyone sees them as a couple, but if it's me? They look surprised!" A random door open having Pav to go in to solve the next puzzle.

"Well, it's because you and Miles are different from styles and personalities!" Pav pointed out, "Look at you being tall, wearing all black and spikes. Then you got sunshine Miles wearing Jordans and gym wear looking like athlete. Ganke dresses like him or a bit preppy, but they fit together."

"And they are comfortable being with each other, they dorm together four like four years." Gwen pointed out. "Make sense they are so used to each other." Gwen was able to solve the puzzle in the other room along with Pav.

Hobie growls lowly, "And what about me? I know, him the same amount of time. Yet, people look at us as if we're just friends! It's fucking annoying!" Then his phone ding when Miles Spder So-City gets a new post. He was about to check when Gwen stops him.

"Dude, can we finish this first then you can be on your phone?

Hobie sighs, leaving his phone in his pocket. "Fine." Gwen and Pav tries to make his mood as they finished up the escape room. They ended up winning with five minutes left.

After the game, they went to the Hello Kitty store Pav wanted to go, and he ended up buying a big Cinnamoroll. Hobie was on his phone looking at pictures of Miles and Ganke eating ramen and sushi, then photos of them sharing each other food from their chopsticks.

The next slide it was a quick video.

"How does that taste?" Miles asked letting Ganke take a bite of his sushi from his chopsticks.

"It's good. Wanna try my ramen?" Ganke fed his best friend with his spoon filled with ramen .

"Sure!" Miles took the spoon in his mouth and smiles, "Mmm, so good." He happily eats, "I should've order that."

"Wanna switch?"

"Sure! You liked my sushi more, huh?"

"Yeah." Ganke chuckles as they switch their foods. The people in the background awed at them being cute.

Even the waiter said, "You guys are so cute being together. I'm rooting for your relationship!" The two only look at her with an awkward smile.

Hobie bites his bottom lip being very upset. "Count to ten, Hobie. It's just them enjoying themselves to eat." Pav peaks, "That's cute they share their food." He hugs his big stuffed Cinnamoroll being overjoy with his purchased.

"Sharing food from each other spoons and chopsticks is normal with best friends?" Hobie snapped at Pav already annoyed.

"Hobies, chill. Just talk to Miles about how you don't like how touchy feeling him and Ganke are." Gwen said having to pat her wavy haired friend, "Don't take it out on us, sheesh."

"Sorry, mate." Hobie said to Pav, he shoves his phone back into his pocket, "I'm just on edge."

"Hobie, it's okay. I know how much you care about Miles." Pav smiles at him not being bothered by Hobie's attitude. The three continue their hang out until it was time to meet up with Miles.

They were inside the Vegan burger joint since Gwen wanted to try it. Hobie's eyes on the main entrance, then Miles came in wearing a different outfit. His dark eyes soften when his Sunflower smiles at him, then he noticed a bandage on his left arm.

"Hey bae!" Miles went up to his boyfriend to kiss him.

"Luv, what happen to you?" Hobie asked being concerned by his arm then noticed something, "You got another tattoo?"

"Yeah, I did! You didn't see my So-City post?" His boyfriend saw Gwen and Pav, "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. I had to change out of my costume and take Ganke home."

"Luv, when did you get a tattoo?" Hobie asked being a bit surprised.

Miles smiles happily, "Me and Ganke got matching tattoos together. It's our friendship anniversary today, so we wanted to do something together!" Unaware of the dark jealous look from Hobie.

"What? No way, what kind did you two get?" Pav asked being in shock.

"Matching tattoos? Isn't that what couples do? Ain't that a curse?" Gwen glanced over seeing Hobie quiet.

Miles explained, "A lot of people get tattoos with their close friends. Me and Ganke been wanting to get one since he got his first tattoo! So we thought long and hard, and realized we're both One Piece nerds. So we got an X as a symbol of our friendship and loyalty for each other!" His honey-brown eyes soften being so happy, "He's my best friend."

"Awe, that's so cute." The wavy haired teenager puts his hands on his cheeks being so awestruck.

Hobie stood quiet before he decided to walk away. "Bae, where you going?" Hearing Miles' voice.

"I'm gonna take a smoke break." He mutters lowly.

"Let me come with you-" Hobie stops him, "No, Miles. I want to go alone." He walk outside of the restaurant.

Miles frowns hearing his boyfriend sounding upset. "What's wrong with him?" He asked his other two friends.

Hobie inhale his cigarette feeling the nasty bitter tar taste dragging on his tastebuds. Been awhile since he smoke, he rarely smoke cigarettes these days since he got with Miles. He sighs feeling like a fool for getting so worked over his boyfriend's tattoo. Why does he feel so challenged with Ganke?

He hear the front door opening, "I told you I want to be alone, Sunflower." He finally said, hearing his boyfriend's footsteps.

"Gwen and Pav told me you were upset about me spending the day with Ganke." Miles went up to him, his arms wrapping around Hobie's left arm trying to comfort him. "Baby, do you hate it when I'm with him?"

"I dunno." He mutters.

"But you got so upset when I mentioned I got a tattoo with him! Hobie, me and Ganke are just friends!"

"Friends who hug each other all the time? Friends, who share chopsticks and food? Friends who get matching tattoos?" Hobie snapped then stops himself when he saw his boyfriend's eyes widen at him. "Sorry, luv... I am. That's why I wanted to be alone."

"Hobie, me and Ganke are friends! A lot of people are close with their friends. We just vibe that way."

"Sunflower, I know you and him are friends, but I get jealous over it. I think it's because he's better for you." Hobie sighs being upset, "I'm just a bloke with-" Miles grab his face to kiss him, Hobie's dark eyes widen from shock as he felt his Sunflower's kiss him so passionately.

When Miles pull away his tongue slip out of Hobie's mouth, then he gave a hard bite on his partner's bottom lip. The punker winced from the sudden bite his partner made, he blinks when his boyfriend glared at him. "I hate when you talk so badly about yourself. I love you, Hobie. Me and Ganke are just friends nothing more, man. Tsk, you're acting stupid, but you're my jealous stupid man!" He kisses Hobie again to comfort those bottom bite lip.

His boyfriend pulls the nineteen year old into a deeper kiss. "Luv," Hobie pulls away, "I still wish you asked me about having a tattoo. I'm jealous you two have matching tattoos."

"Huh! But I got two tattoos about you, baby!" Miles puff his cheeks.

Hobie kisses his boyfriend this time with more hunger, more need that made Miles' face heated. The punker's larger hands cupping his little Sunflower as they tongue kissed. He mutter lowly, "I don't like sharing you, luv."

"Hmm," Miles pinches his boyfriend's cheek making him winced again, "You ruined the kiss by being too possessive, mi amor. You still have a lot to learn about controlling your jealousy! It's cute when you kiss me like this but you putting yourself down is pissing me off."

"Luv, you love it when I'm like this." Hobie chuckles.

"Hmph, you got mad over a tattoo. I'm not removing it and Ganke is my best friend. You're gonna have to learn!" Miles huffed, "Over a simple tatt-" Hobie kisses him again, "I like it when your like this."

"Dummy!" Miles frowns, playfully hitting his boyfriend's shoulder, "You always gotta be the jealous type." Hobie picks him up with a smile on his face making him blush, "See I like this, but not when you're trying to get delusional about me and Ganke. It's weird, man. It's like me getting jealous over you and Karl. You don't see me going on my phone checking where you're at all the time?" He puff his cheeks again being annoyed.

"You're cute when you're mad at me, Sunflower." He leans over to nose rub his boyfriend's nose, then picks him up letting Miles' legs wrap around his waist. "I would it if we get matching tattoos."

"No," Miles huffs, "Those are curses. I rather let you give me a tongue piercing."

"That can be arrange. I always wanted you to get one." Hobie purrs in his boyfriend's ear, "You'll look sexy with it."

"Bad! I'm already sexy, bae." Miles pinches his cheeks again, "Always ruining the moment!" He playfully smirk on his face. "You play too much."

"I want your attention. You left me all alone today, luv."

"So?"

"I need you, my darling!"

"You're so clingy! Now put me down."

"No!" Hobie carries his boyfriend back inside the restaurant, "This is payback for leaving me."

"Hobie!"

#punk flower #punkflower #punkflower fanfic #hobie x miles #miles x hobie #miles morales 1610 #across the spider verse #spiderman #spider verse #miles morales #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #spider man #spiderverse

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justwindydays · 8 months

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ANEMO character names put through Google translate a bunch of times:

Jean -> Color

Kazuha -> Cashew nuts (new headcanon: Kazuha likes cashews)

Venti -> Wendy (makes sense ngl)

Wanderer -> approved (so this is Wanderer approved? Sweet!)

Xiao -> Minor

Xianyun -> sound

Faruzan -> Frozen

Heizou -> greetings (everyone say hi to Heizou)

Lynette -> Double

Sayu -> What do you get?

Sucrose -> Sucrose (at least she got lucky)

#genshin #genshin impact #anemo #jean #xiao #kazuha #lynette #sayu #sucrose #wanderer #venti #heizou #faruzan

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the-californicationist · 11 months

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Growl

You meet John Price at his house for drinks, and you didn’t realize just how quickly things would escalate.

MDNI/18+

TW: femdom, switch!Price, pegging

Check the full fic on AO3

You clutched your coat around your body a little tighter, pressing the wool lapels tightly to your neck to block out the bitter cold of the night. It was torture to pull your warm hand out of its glove, but you couldn’t press the apartment buzzer through the thick fabric.

You held down the button until you heard the door click. Pulling the handle, you reveled in the sudden warmth that washed over you from the heat of his building. Your friend, John Price, lived in a pretty swanky place for a military man. To be fair, you didn’t know him that well. He was a regular at your bar, and when he was on leave, your watering hole was his first stop. You’d spoken to him about everything from the Kardashians to the cosmos, and he made you feel like you were home when you were with him.

He kissed you for the first time just this past weekend. You had been taking out the recycling, struggling to carry the heavy glass bottles, and he spotted you in the back of the building. He tossed the glass into the bin all at once, exhibiting the most incredible brute force, and without much hesitation, he pinned you to the filthy brick wall and kissed you full on the mouth.

All the flirting and the back and forth had been torturing you, haunting you like a ghost, and apparently it had been haunting him, too. He took you out to dinner the next night - a killer sushi place - and you let him finger you on his couch while you pretended to watch the Planet Earth documentary. Your orgasm was…spectacular. So, you had booked him for tonight, hoping for an encore.

You made it to his big, black door and knocked sharply. Rustling noises, and then a click.

“Hello there, sweetheart. C’mon in.”

He was dressed comfortably, a white tee and bleached jeans, barefoot in his studio apartment. You crossed the threshold, smelling curry and cardamom, a blend of aromatic spices mixing in the air from the lamb korma that he had simmering on the stovetop.

“Hey,” you kissed him chastely, letting his beard tickle your lip and cheek, “It smells amazing in here.”

“Ah,” he smiled, taking the compliment like a punch, “It’s gotta simmer down a bit. Got a while yet. Here, have a go at this.”

He handed you a cup of something, and you trusted him, drinking it in a full, slow gulp. It was rich and beautiful with a texture of silk and honey. You groaned in satisfaction,

“Mmm! John, what is this?”

“Mead. I’ve been practicing, and I think I’ve got it almost right,” he was glowing with pride and excitement.

As a bartender, you didn’t often meet true connoisseurs, so a man like Price was a rare treat. But, for him to be making his own mead, and to this level of expertise. That was transcendent. And it turned you on beyond repair.

“Fuck,” you laughed in disbelief, “That’s incredible.”

“You’re incredible,” his tone changed into a dusky register.

He started to kiss you, folding his lips around you like an embrace, pulling your coat off your back and letting it crumple to the floor with your gloves. He worked you backwards, heading for his bed, and you let him lead you like a calf by the nose. John tasted like the mead, like cashews, and like smooth tobacco. He was forceful, just as he had been in the alley, and it lit a fire in your core.

Honestly, you were already prepared for him. The walk over had filled your head with anticipation, and every time you took a step, you felt the tell-tale softness of your wet lips as they glided over one another, swelling and tingling, awaiting his thick digits to pry them apart again.

You fell back to the bed, or were pushed, and his enormous, heavy body crushed you to the soft blankets, pressing the air out of you like a wrung out rag, dripping with eagerness and growling for more of his body to smother you.

Then, he dropped to his knees in front of you, breaking his kiss. He looked up at you with bright blue eyes, pale and longing, begging with you as he said his peace very, very slowly, as if you couldn’t understand him,

“Sweetheart, I…I need to ask you a favor. I promise, tonight is going to be all about you,” his hand rustled into your skirt and pulled your panties away to find your wetness. He trembled when he found it, and began to plead with you again, “But, I need something from you that I…God, I just…”

You took his head in your hands and kissed his forehead gently,

“It’s okay, baby. What is it? What can I do for you, hm?”

John looked a little reluctant, but he sighed and continued,

“I want you to fuck me.”

You laughed a little bit,

“Baby, yes. That’s why I’m here. I was -”

“No,” he stopped you, his face turning dark and serious, “I want you to fuck me. Please. I know it’s not typical, and I know how it sounds. I just…I can’t get it out of my mind. I’ve been tossing and turning, I can’t even think straight. Every time I look at you, I just get more and more bloody mad about it. I’m fucking chuffed you’re here, and you are so hot, but…please, love. Please fuck me.”

“John…I…I’m sorry, but I don’t exactly have the right situation to fuck you with,” you guestured to your pussy, and obvious lack of a penis.

“I have something,” Price grinned, “that we might both enjoy.”

He left you for a moment and you let the anvil that he’d just given you sink into you and through you, crushing you like he had with his body, just before this shocking confession. When he returned, your pussy announced its immediate commitment to John’s plan.

John was holding a piece of equipment with straps and a plasticine gusset, and inside of where it would lay against your cunt was a big, turgid dildo, meant to slide into your warm core. Then, on the outside was its twin, meant to slide into…John.

He was extremely vulnerable at this very moment. You could see it in his face, and you tried your best to make your reaction as neutral as possible.

“Oh!” You said. It was too high-pitched. He could smell your fear.

“You can say no, lovie. It’s okay. I know it’s probably too -”

“No,” you stopped him and he scarcely allowed himself to hope. You reached out for it and unbuckled the straps, “Let’s just try. If we have to stop, we can stop, right?”

“You mean it?” He sank to his knees again, rubbing his hands up your legs, moving your skirt away, exposing you.

You pet his head gently, putting your thumb on his bottom lip and changing your tone,

“Yes, baby. I mean it. And if you’re a very, very, good boy, I might even let you come.”

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Want to read the rest? Check it out on AO3! Too spicy for tumblr 🥵

#captain john price #captain price #john price #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty fanfic #captain price x reader #captain price x you #cod

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terrorgone · 2 months

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@narrated - sorry this took forever and a day

She touches down outside of LA at half past midnight, hot air rising off the dark strip of tarmac to touch the sickly blue of a light-polluted sky. A new wave of sweat christens Mia's linen clothes and canvas shoes with the stink of her own body and overpriced airport deodorant. Bailey's sycophants may have spared her the hassle of flying scheduled, but the private jet wasn't done solely for her sake. Three minutes in a single-occupancy restroom and the ol' squat-n-cough, and lo; Mia conjure the Holy Fucking Grail of the Connections' ill-fated Phnom Penh project. A perfume sample-sized vial sits comfortably in the palm of her hand, the parasitic nematode nestled inside now safe from Tricell's grasp. Snatching that single victory from the jaws of total defeat has her out of the bowels of Cambodia and back in Bailey's good books. Not even the frigid breeze of an air-conditioned sedan feels half as sweet as those six extra zeroes tacked onto her pay raise. Life is good. Life is good. The sweat under her palm leaves a greasy imprint on the leather steering wheel. Life is good. Grit from half-digested cashews and the pungent aftertaste of vomit turns her spit bitter and sends her stomach churning. Life is so, so good. She's curled up behind Ethan's apartment building shaking like a shitting dog in the bristled yellow grass. The gauze pad taped to her rib cage is soaked with sweat, the macerated scar tissue underneath an inflamed ugly red. Two weeks of radio silence are easier to explain than three gunshot wounds to the torso. Sooner or later the clothes have to come off, because love is about intimacy. You show me yours and I show you mine. Mia brushes the dirt from her jeans. Love is also about trust. Ethan's spare key isn't hard to miss, the only brass in a key-chain of silvered nickel. It's a leap of faith. The hinges don't squeak when Mia opens the door to his apartment. Anyone could walk in undetected and murder Ethan execution-style, and the slack-jawed idiots running security wouldn't suspect a thing. It's why she keeps showers at his place down to a minimum of five minutes. He trusts so freely, so openly. A spray of cold water blasts her still-healing scars with the sting of a thousand needles shoved through her ribs. Good. If he hears the hitch in her breath through the walls or spots those red-rimmed eyes, she'll have a ready-made excuse. Running twenty-three hours on no sleep barely phases her these days, but crawling into bed would buy her a couple of hours before she has to sell Ethan on her latest lie. At least pass off the illusion that she's not another meth-addled redneck freak. Mia opts to slump over in the living room couch instead. Self-imposed exile on the couch. Another subliminal sign of guilt. This must be what Catholics feel like. ❝ Ethan. ❞ Her voice is scrubbed raw from retching water and cashews. ❝ I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long. Turns out high humidity and cellphone batteries don't mix. ❞ Bullets and experimental surgery also put a damper on long-distance communication. ❝ Did I wake you up? ❞ Her eyes widen. Fuck. What day was it? Most people had set schedules, even IT geniuses like Ethan. ❝ Do you—can I get you something? ❞

#[ ethan. ] » 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒

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sacrilegiious · 2 years

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hi friends, it's daisy again ! and finally, here we are, child #2. where dawn all sharp edges and keeps everyone at an arms length, beyza is my social butterfly. it's almost eerily easy to get along with her, as she throws out charming smiles and comforting hugs to anyone she feels might need them. she makes friends easily and is the kind of person you just want to pour out your heart to. maybe it's because she's had her fair share of heartbreak in life that people feel so happy to hare theirs with her.

꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀yasemine yazici. twentyfive. cis woman. she/her.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ hold your f*** horses ! beyza kilic has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the label’s resident makeup artist and have been working with the label for three years. they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @sugarbeybe. the office knows them for being ebullient but i swear they’ve got a nosy side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with the smell of fresh jasmin, humming along to a tune coming from the room next door, secrets exchanges with hushed voices loosened by sweet cocktails.. their coworkers even voted them most likely to drunk text her exes whenever she goes out. we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

basics.

name: beyza kilic.

nicknames: bey.

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her.

age: 25.

date of birth: june 22nd 1997.

astrological sign: cancer.

place of birth: manchester, uk.

nationality: english.

ethnicity: turkish

occupation: makeup artist at revolution records.

sexual & romantic orientation: bisexual, biromatic.

appearance.

height: 1.65m / 5′4″ (as i’m being told).

hair colour: dark brown.

hair style: long layers, chest length.

eye colour: brown.

clothing style: pastel colors, florals, mom jeans, yoga pants, bodycon dresses.

tattoos: none.

piercings: two on each ear lobe.

defining features: nose.

character.

positive traits: compassionate, bubbly, gregarious, energetic, supportive, loyal.

negative traits: fanciful, indulgent, reticent, resentful, self-involved, nosy.

likes: going out and dancing, drunk karaoke, brunch, making people feel beautiful, men written by women, orange juice, sharing secrets in whispered voices, thrift shopping, turtles, aerial yoga.

dislikes: when people touch her stuff without asking, coming in second, prejudiced people, media without any romance, texts with no emojis, milk, cancelled plans, cashews, uncomfortable silences.

abilities & skills.

notable skills: creating intricate makeup looks, baking, singing, dancing.

secret talents: very flexible, peeling fruits, remembering actors and their works.

languages spoken: turkish, english and a bit of french.

biography.

in what can only be called a stroke of luck, beyza was born as the fourth and last child to the kilic family in manchester, england. to parents who early on taught her that there was nothing quite as important as family. she never lacked anything really, the apple of the eye to not only her parents but also her siblings, never lacking attention for all of the small performances she put on for them. if there was one thing beyza knew from the moment she was born it was that she wanted to be a star. a shining star, so bright she'd outdo all the stars in the sky. so despite her rough skills, her family had to endure endless musical and theatrical performances, with beyza in the starring role. often she'd convince her next older sister to join her in her endeavors, the other inhabitants of the kilic household always had a hard time saying no to their youngest and her dark eyes, shining in excitement.

as it had to be, beyza held on to her dreams of stardom until her teenage years. playing many a starring roles in school musicals. finally, at 16, she once more convinced her older sister to put on an act with her, for a casting show. they got rather far on that show, being the publics favorite but not quite managing to win in the finale. while beyza was heartbroken, fate still had a few surprises in store for her. and so, a bbc producer soon got in touch with the family, explaining they were interested of sending beyza and her sister to the esc with a song they had already picked. apparently it would suit their youthful charme perfectly, they were looking for somebody who could portray the vibe of the song to perfection. while beyza's parents and her sister were slightly uncertain about the whole proposal, beyza was immediately convinced. at now 17, she could imagine no better way to kickstart her music career than being seen on a stage by the entirety of europe. as per usual, beyza eventually got what she wanted and both sisters were off to the esc.

while their performance was flawless, from the choreographed dance to the harmonies, the song was - well, rather ridiculous to be rather honest. some would say it was so bad it was good in a way, and they did end up landing their spot in the hall of fame of truly iconically bad esc entries. however, what it wasn't was the kickstart to her career she had imagined it to be. instead, beyza came back home and to school only to here endless ridicule about their act. while she managed to hold her head high and not give in to their words, for the first time she feld her believe in her dream waver a little. what if she wasn't supposed to be a star after all ? what was she without that dream ?

having finished school, beyza and her sister still tried to make it work as a sibling duo. they were making your classic brit pop, often combined with rather extensive dancing routines. however, they never made it further than the local radio shows or occasional morning shows - mostly still riding on their questionable esc fame. knowing full well that music might not ever be able to sustain her, beyza also got into uni to attain a degree in theatrical and media makeup, an interest she had picked up, since it had always been at the periphery of her industry work. at 21 beyza started feeling really discouraged, it was around that time that her parents realized it was getting to her to a worrying degree, trying to encourage her to perhaps focus on uni more so than anything esle. however, things only got worse. out of seemingly nowhere, a reputable record label contacted them. while the brunette was over the moon, feeling closer to her dreams than ever before for only a second, she soon realized that they were only interested in signing her sister as a solo artist.

this had always been beyza's big dream, her dragging her sister into it more than anything else. still, she knew it had become her older sister's dream somewhere along the way as well. she also knew it was highly unlikely for them to ever get a chance like this one again. and so, she told her sister to sign. heart heavy and the smile on her face about as forced as it could be, she still wished only the best for her. she had just finished her degree and suddenly life felt painfully empty but still, she tried to hide it behind her broad smile she'd usually sport. she was working, mostly on set for different tv shows. somehow close to her dreams, yet so far away. sometimes people would recognize her from their esc performance and she'd smile and make a half-hearted joke about just how bad their song had been. if she'd make them herself nobody else would get the chance to laugh at her shattered dreams.

it wasn't until she took the chance and visited her brother, who had moved to nyc a while ago, that beyza realized how toxic remaining in her home environment had been for her. for the month she went to visit him, she felt more alive than she had in a long time. with a lot of encouragement from emre (her brother) and ultimately her parents as well, a 22 year old beyza decided to apply for jobs in new york city - among many others one of her applications went to her brother's place of work: revolution records. she hadn't estimated her chances to be very good but somehow her portfolio as well as first impression during the interview must have convinced them. the most memorable thing to beyza being one of the revolution employees telling her they considered her to be especially qualified due to her experience in the industry - it had been a while since she'd been able to look at that with any degree of positivity.

at this point she's been working for revolution for three years and couldn't be happier with her job. while sometimes she still wonders how her life would have looked like if she'd been the one on stage, instead of behind the scenes. still, she finds a lot of gratification at working in the industry. she also simply likes the feeling of making people feel comfortable and confident to go on stage, working on visual concepts with them and having an open ear for artists and her co-workers. she'd often go on tour with some of the artists and over the last two years she's additionally build up a sizeable social media presence. starting out with critiques of celebrity makeup looks on tiktok, she has transitioned into making makeup related content on both youtube and tiktok, sometimes inviting along some revolution friends. viewers of her content really enjoy both her insights into the industry and true professionalism and beyza enjoys getting to share some tips and stories and perhaps the opportunity of being known to some part of the public for something positive once more.

wanted connections.

a band/artist she's recently went on tour with - we can talk about fun things that might have happened on tour ? generally beyza would probably closely work with them, often on their team so i imagine their would be some degree of closeness. or not at all ? this can be dramatic in some way or wholesome, let's talk about it.

besties - genuinely, beyza is a very very friendly person and i'd love to find her a solid group of friends here. they can travel together, brunch on sundays, constantly sending each other memes and laugh and cry about all their shared stories. honestly, just give me wholesome ride or dies here because beyza would literally do anything for her friends.

drinking / partying friends - beyza really loves going out, these are the people she'd often ask to accompany her after hours. are they super close otherwise or do they just really like partying together ?

ex (open for all genders) - they got into a relationship after beyza started at revolution. maybe it was a bit head over heels, maybe it's not actually too smart to date at work. however, they were both utterly smitten by each other and somehow convinced they'd make it work. depending on who this person is, i'd like for us to figure out some solid reasons why it didn't work out. kinda imagine it would be more the circumstances, than compatability. maybe because beyza has to go on tour with artists sometimes it was too long distance, maybe there is some sort of difficult public perception thing if they're an artist ? there is a lot of room for creativity here as well.

uncomfortable strangers - they don't really know each other, only see each other occasionally at the company. ur muse is an artist and beyza always thinks they're looking at her strangely. maybe they really do, maybe it's just beyza's bad conciousness because she once gave a scathing review to a makeup look they wore. have they truly seen it or is beyza just imagining this tension? who knows.

aside from that i would love to see somebody beyza perhaps has a one-sided crush on (or the other way around), soembody she's in a fun sort of flirtationship with, someone who constantly asks her for makeup advice, an aerial yoga buddy, a bad influence, an artist/band she really admires and basically anything we can come up with. give me all of them * grabby hands *.

#revolution.intro #❀ ⋰ 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒛𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒄 ↠ ⌜ about. ⌟#pls love my bby <33 #all hate for the long ass intro should be directed at me DKGHFJSKFG

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virtualcarrot · 2 years

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[DE] Wherein the unit gets takeout

"Yo Kit," McLaine yells over the open space, "we're ordering from the new Seolite place down the street. What's your poison?"

Kim pointedly does not freeze, and slides his desk drawer closed like the words didn't kick a storm of conflicting emotions inside of him.

"Ah, I don't have a preference, officer," he says mildly, and makes busy with the files left on his desk. There aren't many; he's a tidy person. Presently a curse.

He does have a preference, though. It'd be hard not to. A Vacholiere of forty-four such a him has had more than a few opportunities to try a wide variety of restaurants. And Revachol isn't a stranger to foreign foods--though who are they foreign to, really? A city of immigrants, Revachol is home to many able to lay a claim of familiarity to the purportedly unconventional.

There have been cassava fritters, handouts from an old man near his childhood district that used to take pity on his scrawny teens. Crab cakes from a classmate, shared in spontaneous and welcome goodwill. Tapioca burritos, wet with sweet condensed milk, a gesture of appeasement from an overwhelmed grandmother when Kim was working in Juvie. Later, pita bread and doner kebabs would often make office of meals to the Kimball. And, in-between, late night noodle broths on too tall bar stools; skewers of fried tofu from street vendors around the corner; Dai's dumplings, painstakingly handmade in Kim's kitchen, his grin unabashed before Kim's misshaped results...

"Kim," calls a voice over his right shoulder.

It's Harry. He's holding a plastic bag up for Kim to see, head angled towards the office tables pressed together in the middle of the room. McLaine appears busy arguing with Torson over the ownership of the food they've already unloaded.

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

Turns out, Harry took care of ordering for him. Kim's handed stir fried rice with chicken and cashew nuts. It's satisfyingly spiced, the sort of kick Kim takes smug satisfaction in enjoying. He almost denied himself, at some point, out of sheer spite--

"Shit, I don't know how you can bear the heat. Fucking Seolites, man," Rémi marveled with a laugh.

--but in the end, he keeps indulging.

Harry doesn't say any of the sort. Truthfully, it wasn't like he was able to say much of anything at all, the first time he stole some of Kim's food. Face still blotched, looking up at Kim with wonder in his eyes, all his effort went into choking out the usual question.

"How are you so cool?"

Kim takes his rice and stabs a fork in it. Heidelstam falters from where he's snapping his own chopsticks free, and visibly refrains from commenting on it.

"The fuck are you doing," Dai asked, horrified laughter tight in his throat.

"...Eating?"

"I mean, you can try? But why would you eat rice with a fork? Dolores, but I've got so much to teach you."

"How do you find your meal, Lieutenant?" Minot asks him, a companionable smile on her face. There's a spot of sauce near her chin from where a recalcitrant noodle decided to fight back.

Across the table, Torson pulls himself straighter. For some reason, the Sargent often seems eager for his opinion. "Yes, does it get your seal of approval?"

The rice is fat and sticky; the cashews crunch pleasantly under Kim's teeth. Kim takes time to chew and blinks slowly before he speaks.

"It's good, Sargent" he says mildly. "Do you want some?"

McLaine snorts. "Don't encourage him or you'll have nothing left to eat."

The partners bicker. Kim goes back to his meal. He doesn't dislike these people, really. It's been months, now; they have a rapport. Minot and him share the very necessary responsibility of being a stabilizing, mild-mannered presence in the unit, as well as a core belief in doing right by Revachol's people. Jean respects him, too, sometimes in an envious, sympathetic sort of way, like he's just waiting for Harry's other shoe to drop and he feels duty-bound to warn Kim of the tripping hazard when that happens. For his part, Torson has decided to project the most incomprehensible hero worship onto him, and McLaine doesn't call him Kimball. He tried. Once.

They now have an understanding.

He will still shorten Kim's name to Kit so long as he feels he's far away enough to escape any swift retaliation.

Truthfully, Kim likes them.

Harry leans over, breath flavored with cilantro, scallions and beef.

"They thought it'd make you happy," he says, tone surprisingly, diplomatically, insightfully neutral.

Kim doesn't reply. He spots dark, chewy mushrooms in Harry's dish before he turns back to his own meal. He doesn't think his attention went unnoticed. Harry has a way of seeing things.

Sure enough, some beats later, fat mushrooms start piling up on the discarded lid of Kim's takeout box.

Harry's using chopsticks. One in each hand.

In return, Kim tilts his container in a silent offer. The bark of laughter that follows is neither unexpected nor unwelcome.

"Ah! Hell no, you won't catch m--" Harry pauses, blinks, briefly lost in one of his whirlwinds of thoughts, then grins, all teeth. Kim wonders if it's the Expression, the one his partner once confessed to having struggled so much to tame. If so, it's not too bad. Disturbingly compelling, actually.

With spiced chicken speared on a chopstick, Harry stands, making a whole performance out of it. That, too, is up for the par. "Alright, baby! let's see how the dies roll today!"

Wherever the dies are, it appears they land poorly. Harry chokes, flushes. He sways under the heavy slaps Torson sees fit to lay on his back. He's laughing himself silly in spite of the pain.

When Heidelstam's glass of water fails to bring any relief, Jean pushes the sugar box from the coffee room right under Harry's nose.

"Fucking shitkid," he says, but he's smiling, a bit. "Eat a cube."

Harry eats five.

Kim eats a mushroom and knows next time Harry orders for him, he'll have more than enough of those to spare.

#disco elysium #racism #internalized racism #Multiculturalism #racial essentialism #my scrawl #I once choked on hot sauce so badly i couldn't breathe anymore #a colleague chose that moment to laugh and go 'i thought [X] people could handle spice'#i had been asking him for weeks to tone down the [X] comments and jokes beforehand #first thing I did when i got my breath back was tear him a new one in front of everybody #fic : disco elysium

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askwhatsforlunch · 1 year

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Euskal Sukaldea

As you may know, I am currently holidaying in Saint-Jean-de-Luz, swimming in the Atlantic Ocean, being pampered at a spa hotel, and discovering the Basque Country. Or, re-discovering, rather. We had a family trip in the region years (possibly decades!) ago; but we were in Biarritz. This week, where we’ll also visit the rugby rivals of Bayonne, I also intend to expand my knowledge and repertoire of Basque Cuisine. My Euskal Sukaldea may be tiny now, but when I return, it will be with plenty of memories and recipes, from pinchos to that cake stuffed with black cherry jam!

Basque Cashews

Basque Gambas with Creamy Tomato Sauce

Skipjack Tuna with Courgettes and Tomatoes

Basque Vegetable Rice (Vegan)

Poulet Basquaise (Basque Chicken)

Piperade (Vegetable Omelette) (Vegetarian)

Rabbit Basquaise

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einepitahayaprotag · 2 years

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Woche 57

(letzte Woche)

Montag:

Wir sind früh morgens gegen 5:30 UHR in Sao Paulo angekommen und vom Terminal in ein Taxi zur Unterkunft. Dort mussten wir erstmal warten, denn man kam nur mit Fingerscannen rein und deshalb musste der Sicherheit Mensch uns erst mit Reisepass und so registrieren. Er hat sogar ein Foto gemacht. In die richtige Wohnung konnten wir dann noch nicht, aber dafür in eine andere, um uns noch ein bisschen auszuruhen.

(Aussicht vom Apartment aus)

Die anderen haben alle geschlafen, aber ich habe nur Serien geschaut. Irgendwann wollte ich dann raus gehen und mir Kaffee holen. Ich habe mich ein bisschen unwohl gefühlt, denn es warnen außer einer traurig großen Menge an obdachlosen, nicht so viele Menschen auf der Straße. Bei der Hauptstraße war dann ein bisschen mehr los, denn dort schien eine Karneval Feier stattzufinden. Ich bin weitergelaufen und wollte zu Starbucks, der hatte aber leider geschlossen. Also bin ich den Weg wieder zurück. In der Wohnung habe ich mir dann Kaffee gemacht und mit Mama telefoniert. Irgendwann kam auch Luana aus dem Zimmer raus. Sie hat sich dann fertig gemacht, und da es schon Mittagszeit war, entschieden die anderen beiden zu wecken. Wir haben dann gewartet, um in die eigentliche Wohnung zu gehen. Dort haben wir dann unsere Sachen abgestellt und uns langsam, aber sicher auf den Weg zu einer großen Einkaufsstraße gemacht. Dort gab es viele kleine Stände mit Schmuck, wo wir fündig wurden. Außerdem waren wir bei Starbucks, was sonst. Anna wollte in einen Klamotten Laden und wir sind natürlich mitgekommen. Ich habe mir ein paar schöne Dinge ausgesucht, um sie anzuprobieren, ohne die Intention zu haben, etwas zu kaufen, aber die Dinge haben dann so gut gepasst und waren so cool, dass ich mich doch entschieden habe welche zu kaufen.

Von dort ging es dann zum Mercado Municipal, wo es unter anderem Obststände gab. Dort haben uns die Verkäufer ganz viel zum Probieren gegeben und wir haben eine Cashew Frucht, sowie lila Drachenfrucht und Ananas gekauft.

Etwas später hat es dann angefangen richtig zu schütten und wir mussten durch einen richtigen See laufen, um zum Uber zu kommen. Wir haben extra unsere Schuhe ausgezogen.

Der Uber hat uns dann zum Supermarkt gebracht, wo wir für das Abendessen eingekauft haben, bevor es zur Wohnung ging.

Dort haben wir dann Nudelsalat gekocht. Der war sehr lecker, und mit den übrigen Nudeln haben wir dann Nudelchips gemacht, denn es gab eine Luft Fritteuse in der Wohnung! Die Chips waren sehr lecker. Anschießend haben wir noch Avatar geschaut, bevor es ins Bett ging.

Dienstag:

Gegen 8 Uhr sind wir aufgestanden und ich habe erstmal geduscht. Anschließend habe ich das Obst geschnitten und den Tisch gedeckt. Bald waren alle wach, um zu Frühstücken.

Alle machten sich fertig, um zum Museum zu gehen. Wir haben als endlich alle fertig waren einen Uber bestellt und das Gebäude verlassen, aber Emily wurde mit ihrem Fingerabdruck nicht rausgelassen. Nach einer Weile haben sie sie aber einfach gehen lassen. Beim Museum, wo der Eintritt Dienstags gratis ist, haben wir eine ganze Weile angestanden, nur um raus zu finden, dass man trotzdem online Tickets buchen muss. Das haben wir dann also gemacht, aber erst für halb zwei. Also sind wir die Stände an der Straße entlang gegangen und dann nochmal in den Laden vom Tag zuvor, denn auch die anderen wollten etwas kaufen. Ich hatte vorher ja schon Rock und Jeans gekauft, und habe mich dann doch noch für ein Oberteil entschieden. In dem Laden habe ich viel Geld gelassen. Es war komisch, denn in Deutschland gebe ich eigentlich nur Geld für second Hand Klamotten aus, es sei denn ich bin mit meinen Eltern unterwegs und finde etwas, was sehr gut passt. Naja, ich war zufrieden mit dem Oberteil.

Nach dem Shoppen ging es noch kurz zu Starbucks. Es fing kurz an richtig zu schütten und zu stürmen, aber dann legte es sich schnell wieder und wir konnten problemlos die Straße zum Museum überqueren. Dort mussten wir dann erneut anstehen, diesmal kamen wir aber mit unseren Tickets rein. Es war eine Ausstellung einer Künstlerin der 60er Jahre und dann noch eine weiter, die teilweise das Thema Frauen Afrikanischen Hintergrundes hatte. Dieser Teil hat mir sehr gefallen, war aber auch sehr klein. Im hinteren Bereich waren dann auch bekannte Künstler, über die ich schon viele Vorträge gehört habe, sowie Matisse, Van Gogh, Monet, Manet, Picasso und sogar Rafael. Es waren nicht die bekanntesten und Besten ihrer Kunstwerke, aber trotzdem beeindruckend.

Nach dem Museum sind wir dann zu einem veganen Restaurant für ein sätes Mittagessen gegangen. Dort gab es verschiedene Optionen, teilweise auch brasilianisch und immer einen Salat und einen Nachtusch dazu. Ich hatte Coxinhas, eine brasilianische Kleinigkeit, mit Salat und Couscous. Das Essen der anderen durfte ich aber auch probieren und es war sehr lecker.

Nach dem Essen ging es kurz zurück zum Apartment, wo wir eigentlich nur die Sachen abstellen wollten und dann Rollschuh fahren gehen. Allerdings haben wir dann im Fahrstuhl entschieden, dass es schon spät ist und es sich nicht mehr lohnt, also sind wir umgedreht. Zuhause haben wir Trash TV geschaut und für Paris das Hostel gebucht. Außerdem habe ich verzweifelt probiert unser Essen für den Flug vegetarisch zu buchen, für mich vegan, aber leider gab es die vegane Option nicht mal zu sehen.

Wir haben zum Abendessen dann Gemüse in unsere Luftfritteuse geworfen und sind bald ins Bett gegangen.

Mittwoch:

Für diesen Tag war geplant, nach little Tokyo fahren und uns dort ein bisschen umschauen und dann Mittag essen. Wir haben also gefrühstückt und uns fertig gemacht. Wir sind direkt zu einem Schmuckladen gegangen und dann zu einem japanischen Supermarkt, wo die anderen sich leckere Snacks geholt haben. Ich habe für den nächste Tag eine vegane Schokomilch geholt. Anschließend sind wir über einen kleinen Markt gelaufen und dann haben wir überlegt, wo wir essen wollen. Es war kurz schwierig zu entscheiden, haben dann aber ein Restaurant gefunden, wo ich eine Udon Nudelsuppe gegessen habe.

(Ampel in little Tokyo)

Später haben wir uns dann noch Bubble Tee geholt und sind anschließend zu einem Rollschuhring gelaufen, der direkt die Straße runter war.

Das Rollschuhfahren war sehr spaßig.

Wir sind nochmal kurz zum Supermarkt gegangen und haben Algensalat sowie Gyozas gekauft, die wir dann mit den Resten der Vortage zum Abendessen essen wollten. Zuhause haben wir dann schon eingecheckt, denn der nächste Tag würde der letzte in Brasilien und auch in Lateinamerika sein, denn am Abend würde der Flug nach Paris gehen.

Donnerstag:

Morgens sind wir nach dem Aufstehen runter gegangen, denn in unserem Gebäude gab es einige Restaurants und Läden und wir wollten uns Açai zum Frühstück holen. Leider gab es aber keine also ging es wieder hoch. Da haben wir dann gepackt und uns fertig gemacht und sind dann ganz raus gegangen zu einem anderen laden, wo wir uns Açai geholt haben. Dann mussten wir aber zurück zum Apartment und unsere Sachen in einen anderen Raum stellen. Nachdem wir die Sachen abgestellt haben, haben wir uns dann auf den Weg zum Park Ibirapuera gefahren. Der war sehr schön und wir sind ein Stückchen gelaufen und haben uns dann ans Wasser gesetzt. Dann hat es aber leider angefangen zu regnen und deshalb haben wir einen Uber zum Stadtteil Vila Madaleina gerufen. Dort gibt es viel Street Art und hippe Cafés. Wir sind dort ein wenig rumgelaufen und haben uns alles angeschaut. Unter anderem zum „Batman weg“ wo es wände voller Kunst gab. Dann hat es erneut angefangen zu schütten, aber wir sind durch den regen zu einem Poke Restaurant gegangen, wo wir gegessen haben. Und dann war es auch schon Zeit zurück zur Unterkunft zu fahren und unsere Sachen zu holen, denn wir mussten zum Flughafen. Es war ein wenig Stau, weswegen die Fahrt lange ging, aber wir hatten viel Zeit. Wir haben unser Gepäck aufgegeben und sind schnell durch die Sicherheit und Migration. Dann haben wir uns bei Starbucks Getränke geholt und gewartet, bis das Boarding anfing.

Im Flugzeug waren wir dann wie aufgeregte kleine Kinder und haben uns über die Fernseher gefreut. Wir saßen in der mittleren Reihe alle nebeneinander.

Ich hatte eine E-mail bekommen, dass sie unsere Mahlzeiten zu vegan ändern konnten und dann waren wir sehr happy, als unser Abendessen kam. Wir haben es als erste bekommen und es war Gemüse und reis und ein Soja Patty. Dazu gab es Salat und Obst. Es war sehr lecker. Nach dem Essen habe ich dann einen Film geschaut und versucht bei bisschen zu schlafen.

Freitag:

Ich bin aufgewacht und vor mir auf dem Tisch stand zweimal Frühstück. Ich war überrascht, dass ich anscheinend doch so gut geschlafen habe, dass ich nicht bemerkt habe, dass das Frühstück gebracht wurde. Es bestand aus einer pflaume und einem Sandwich mit Tofu und getrockneten Tomate, sowie Rucola. Für Flugzeugessen sehr lecker. Dazu gabs dann noch Kaffee. Der Flug ging noch ca. Ein und eine halbe Stunde. IN Lissabon angekommen mussten wir uns beeilen, um unseren Anschlussflug nach Paris zu bekommen. Wir waren aber pünktlich und somit gut in der Zeit.

Es war komisch nach so langer Zeit wieder in Europa zu sein und wir haben uns gefreut nicht so lange bei der Einreise anstehen zu müssen. Man wusste nur nicht ganz, wie man sich fühlen soll, denn wir waren traurig, dass wir nicht mehr in Lateinamerika waren, aber auch froh, näher an zuhause zu sein. Aber ganz war unsere Reise ja noch nicht um. Wir sind durch die Einreise durch, und sind zu unserem Gate gegangen. Nach einer Weile passierte aber nichts, und mit noch einem Blick auf die Anzeige haben wir dann gesehen, dass der Flug nach Paris Verspätung hat. Also bin ich ein bisschen durch den Flughafen gelaufen und habe mir die Läden angesehen und einen Matcha Latte geholt. Nach einer Weile war dann aber doch Zeit fürs Boarden.

Wir standen noch fast eine Stunde auf dem Rollfeld, bis wir endlich los gelflogen sind.

(Blicke aus dem Flugzeug)

In Paris angekommen, kam zum Glück direkt unser Gepäck und dann haben uns Annas Eltern mit Luftballons willkommen! Das war so niedlich, wir haben uns sehr gefreut. Sie sind am Tag vorher mit dem Auto nach Paris gefahren und waren so lieb uns vom Flughafen abzuholen und zum Hostel zu fahren. Das hat uns definitiv ein bisschen Stress genommen.

Unser Hostel hatte unten eine Bar und war voll bepackt, es war ja schon spät an einem Freitagabend. De anderen haben vor mir eingecheckt, denn sie haben betten in einem vierer Zimmer für drei Nächte gebucht. Ich habe entschieden, doch nur eine Nacht in Paris zu bleiben, denn eine Freundin von mir würde am Samstag ihren Geburtstag feiern und ich wollte sie überraschen. Natürlich wäre ich auch gerne mit den anderen in Paris geblieben, aber die Überraschung war es mir wert. Also habe ich dann auch eingecheckt. Ich war zwei Türen weiter in einem achter Zimmer. Dort habe ich mich kurz mit einem Italiener unterhalten und bin dann direkt zu den andern gegangen. Auch wenn es schon 22 Uhr war, haben Annas Eltern uns zum Essen eingeladen, also habe wir uns warm angezogen, denn es war sehr kalt, und sind raus auf die Suche nach einem Restaurant gegangen. Wir haben uns für ein vietnamesisches Restaurant entschieden. Das Essen war unerwartet lecker und gar nicht so teurer. Ich war sehr zufrieden. Außerdem gab es natürlich Orangina.

Nach dem Essen haben Luana, Anna und ich dann noch entschieden ein bisschen die Straße lang zu laufen und haben darüber geredet, wie stylisch und cool die ganzen Menschen in Paris aussehen. Es ist einfach alles so anders als Lateinamerika. Zwar bekannt aber doch ungewohnt. Generell ist es komisch so lange nicht hier gewesen zu sein und trotzdem fühlt es sich vertraut an. Man ist irgendwie traurig und trotzdem freut man sich so, wieder zuhause zu sei, jedenfalls fast.

Nachdem wir noch eine Weile spaziert sind, haben wir uns dann auch entschieden zum Hostel zurückzugehen, denn es war spät, doch mit dem Jetlag hat man es gar nicht unbedingt gemerkt. Wir haben uns Bettfertig gemacht und dann ging es ins Bett.

Samstag:

Ich musste früher aufstehen als die andern, denn ich musste ja zum Bahnhof. Ich hatte den TGV um 10:55 Uhr gebucht, also klingelte mein Wecker um 8, um noch genug Zeit zu haben, um zu duschen, alles zusammen zu packen, etwas zu essen und mit der Metro zum Bahnhof zu fahren. Ich habe mich also fertig gemacht und dann mehrmals bei den anderen geklopft, die aber leider nicht die Tür geöffnet haben. Irgendwann dann aber doch und obwohl wir eigentlich zusammen Frühstücken wollten, habe ich gesagt, dass sie auch weiterschlafen können, also haben wir uns nur kurz verabschiedet. Wir würden uns ja für das Icja Rückkehrer Seminar in einer Woche direkt wiedersehen.

Ich bin dann nochmal kurz auf die Dachterrasse des Hostels hoch und die Aussicht war wirklich wunderschön. Man konnte sogar den Eiffelturm sehen!

Anschießend wollte ich eigentlich draußen ein Café suchen, habe dann aber gesehen, dass es vom Hostel auch ein „Basic“ Frühstück für 3 Euro gibt, wo man Kaffee und Baguette bekommt, also habe ich einfach das gemacht. Nach meinem Französischen Frühstück habe ich dann meine Sachen geholt und ausgecheckt und bin zwei Blöcke zur nächsten Metro Station gelaufen. Dor habe ich mir dann ein Ticket geholt du bin eingestiegen. Ich musste nur zwei Stationen fahren und dann einmal umsteigen und nochmal zwei Stationen zum Ostbahnhof fahren. Dort habe ich mich dann hingesetzt, bis das Gleis für den Zug angekündigt wurde.

Dann habe ich mir noch einen Kaffee geholt. Ich habe mir einen großen Cappuccino mit Sojamilch bestellt, und zwar auf FRANZÖSISCH. Und ich kann kein Französisch, habe es jedenfalls nie gelernt. Aber die zwei Sätze habe ich mir dann doch irgendwie aneignen können und war sehr stolz auf mich, als die Dame noch gefragt hat welche Größe ich haben will und ob ich gerne Kakao obendrauf hätte du ich beide Fragen beantworten konnte. Mit meinem Cappuccino bin ich dann zum Gleis gelaufen und musste bis ans Ende des Bahnsteigs latschen, um zu meinem Wagon zu gelangen. Ich habe mein Gepäck abgestellt und mich auf meinen Platz gesetzt und dann ging es los. Ab nachhause!

In Karlsruhe musste ich dann in den ICE umsteigen und es war sehr ungewohnt, dass alles auf deutsch war und alle deutsch gesprochen haben. Ich habe mir ein paar Snacks gekauft und natürlich auf deutsch mit der Kassiererin gesprochen. Es war einfach komisch.

Ich habe mir bei Le Crobag noch einen Kaffee geholt und zu meinem Erstaunen hatten sie vegane Muffins. Den habe ich dann gegessen während ich auf den Zug gewartet habe und er war überraschend lecker.

Bald kam der ICE. Die Zugfahrt war jetzt nochmal länger, aber durchgehend, bis zum Berliner Hauptbahnhof. Ich habe mir also gemütlich gemacht. Es war auch nicht viel los im Zug.

Als ich in Berlin ankam habe ich mich sehr gefreut wieder in der Heimat zu sein. Ich bin erstmal zu McDonalds gelaufen und habe mir die neuen veganen Chicken Nuggets geholt und dann auf meine Mama gewartet, die noch im Zug von Bonn saß.

Als sie ankam ist sie erstmal an mir vorbeigelaufen, aber dann habe ich sie angerufen und sie hat mich gefunden. Nach einem halben Jahr waren wir endlich wieder vereint. Wir waren beide sehr glücklich.

Wir sind dann zum Parkhaus gelaufen, wo das Auto stand und erstmal nachhause gefahren.

Es hat sich alles super normal angefühlt, was komisch ist, denn ich war ja so lange weg und hatte ein anderes normal.

Ich war dann auch gar nicht lange zuhause, sondern wurde direkt zu einer Party gebracht und zwar der Geburtsgasfeier von zwei meiner Freunde.

Ich wollte ursprünglich nämlich erst den Zug am Montag zurück nach Berlin nehmen, und habe das auch meinen Freunden gesagt. SO konnte ich aber eben zu der Geburtstagsfeier gehen und alle überraschen. Ich habe es nur einer anderen Freundin erzählt, die mir dann ein bisschen dabei geholfen hat das zu organisieren.

Es hat sich echt gelohnt, als ich in den Raum kam haben alle geschrienen und sich sehr gefreut mich zu sehen. Es war ein richtig schöner Abend

Und jetzt bin ich wieder zuhause und freue mich sehr gier zu sei, auch wenn ich Ecuador und die anderen sehr vermisse.

Der Blog ist dann hiermit auch erstmal zu ende. Danke an alle die gelesen haben oder noch lesen werden.

Der Blog ist ja wie ein Tagebuch aufgebaut und damit mehr für mich gedacht, um später an die Zeit erinnern zu können.

Ich bin sehr froh, das ganze Jahr durchgezogen zu haben.Ich vermisse die Pitahayas.

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