#family vacation in majorca

[coco-loco-nut]

In Your Mind

Pairing: Carlos x Reader

Summary: The next couple years with the love of your life

requests open masterlist first part

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The Spanish sun kisses your skin as you lay out by the pool at the home Carlos rented in Majorca, his favorite holiday spot. His family is a short drive away, also vacationing here. Carlos wanted to have you all to himself for the week.

You look incredible, mi amor

Care to join me, Carlitos, instead of ogling me?

Hm, I think I prefer watching you

Despite his statement, he lies on the lounge chair beside you. You watch his toned muscles flex. The past couple of days have allowed the both of you to grow incredibly close and know each other very well.

"Hypocrite," he laughs, noticing your focus on him.

"I was simply admiring, you looked like you wanted to devour me," you get up and walk to the pool, feeling warm in the sun. You dive in and when you surface, pushing your hair back, Carlos swears he hasn't seen anything more sexy.

"Cariño, you need to stop doing that, you are driving me mad," he says a little breathlessly. You swim to the edge of the pool.

"You better take care of that, before we have dinner with your parents," your smirk causes Carlos to look down and groan. He stands up and pulls you out of the pull, carrying you to the daybed by the pool. You've never been happier about the privacy the villa offered than at that moment.

After a quick shower, you and Carlos join his family at the villa the rest of his family is staying at. You get along well with everyone, thankfully for you. While Carlos talks with his parents, you talk with his sisters, Blanca and Ana, and his cousin, Carlos.

“He really likes you, when he called us, he told us all about you, then he mentioned that he met football legend David Beckham,” Ana tells you, the both of you giggling.

“That’s how he met me, he came over to speak to my dad. He also made me promise to invite some of my uncles to the wedding, whenever that is,” you share.

“That sounds like him, are you sure you want to stay with him?” Blanca asks teasingly.

“Perhaps not. I do suppose he’s better than other fans, especially the ones who are even bigger fans of my mom, those guys tend to be weird. He understands what it’s like to have a famous parent, so I guess I can put up with him asking to meet someone my dad played with once a week,” you look at your soulmate fondly.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Carlos, the cousin, asks and you give him a weird look.

“Of course I do, he’s my soulmate. I’ve loved him for years, even if I didn’t know who he was,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“Not all soulmates like each other, but it is clear you two love one another,” Ana grabs your hand and squeezes it as you are called to the table. You sit beside Carlos, his hand resting on your thigh as you all enjoy the meal.

“I think it’s time we get going, someone is tired after all the sun today,” you tell his family a few hours later as you run your fingers through Carlos’s fluffy hair. He is visibly tired.

“Get back safely, I hope we see you again soon,” his mom hugs you, knowing Carlos will likely keep you to himself the rest of the week despite loving to be around his family.

“Thank you, especially for trusting me with your son,” you hug her back.

“Thank you for being a wonderful partner to him, I don’t think we could’ve asked for someone better,” she smiles as Carlos Sr walks over.

“Especially the daughter of a Los Blancos, especially one of the Galácticos,” Carlos Sr smiles.

“You and my dad will have to meet one day soon, I am sure he will love to talk football with you,” you smile politely, feeling the exhaustion settling in.

“Let’s get back to the villa, mi amor,” Carlos presses a kiss to the side of your head, bidding his family a goodnight.

The rest of the week is spent relaxing, cuddling, and learning each other. You decide that you want to travel with him when you aren’t working, and that includes the race he is going to straight from Spain.

Carlos is in a meeting at the track when you decide to send him a mental image of you in a bathtub. He takes a sip of water to hide his blush, trying to focus on the meeting and not the growing desire in his mind.

Ay! Cariño, I am in a meeting.

My bad, Carlitos, I didn’t realize. Well, now you have something to look forward to when you get back to the hotel.

You are just lucky I’m not driving right now. The meeting just ended, I’ll be there in 15.

“Lunch?” Charles asks Carlos, who is doing his best to hurry out of the room.

“Not today, I am going back to the hotel for lunch with Y/n,” Carlos says, his pace a little faster than normal. He regrets driving Charles to the meeting, knowing Charles needs a ride back to the hotel. Carlos wasn’t lying about having lunch, he may not be eating food, but he will be eating.

“She has you wrapped around her finger, smart woman. Alright, but you two are getting lunch with me and Alex tomorrow,” Charles brushes off the rejection. Carlos just nods, speeding a little more than usual to get back to the hotel. Charles chooses to attribute the odd behavior to Carlos getting used to the soulmate bond.

The few weeks that you’ve been together feels like years. Both of your fans find your relationship adorable, calling you the next David and Victoria. They aren’t wrong, like your Dad, Carlos would travel long distances just to spend a few minutes with you.

“You know what’s crazy? I would marry you right now,” you say softly as you lay in his arms one night. It’s not unusual for soulmates to marry after a month, after all, the bond is there for a reason, although some never marry because the bond is enough to them.

“I would say let’s do it, but I would have to ask your father first,” he agrees.

“Would I take your last name? How does that work in Spain?” You turn so you look at him.

“Well, no, usually you don’t take your husband’s name. I guess you could be Y/n Beckham de Sainz, but it would also likely come down to where we are married,” Carlos says, thinking over the logistics.

“I like the sound of that,” you test your potential married name out in your mind. “So what would our kids be then, if Spain has weird customs regarding taking your husband’s last name?” you ask, his heart beats a little faster when your hypothetically refer to him as your husband.

“Traditionally, it would be my last name then your last name, so they would be Sainz Beckham, but now it can be any order,” he says, already picturing a mini you running around.

“Sounds lovely,” you yawn. Carlos rubs you back soothingly, your cheek pressed against his bare chest.

“Go to sleep, mi amor, we can talk about it all you want tomorrow morning,” Carlos whispers, feeling your warm breath on his skin.

You never knew it, but he asked for David’s permission before leaving England. Carlos is incredibly grateful for the soulmate bond, he would choose you a million times over. He waits until the last race of the season to propose. You were with him for most of the races, only two conflicted with shoots you were booked for. You watch as he finds you right after the podium, sticky with champagne and sweat, and pulls you into a hug before getting on one knee.

“Y/n, you are my soulmate, my best friend, my favorite travel companion. These past eight months have been nothing short of incredible, and I want to formally make you mine. Will you marry me, Cariño?” Carlos asks, you stare at him in adoration.

“Of course I will,” you say, happy tears streaming down your face as he slides the perfect ring onto your finger.

I love you, Carlitos

I love you more

You don’t rush the wedding, planning it for after the next season. Your mom offers to design your wedding dress and Carlos’s suit, an offer you both happily accept.

“Let’s get married at Bernabéu,” Carlos suggests, partially to see your reaction, one night in his London pad. The two of you make an effort to not only talk mentally.

“No way, Carlitos, if we are getting married on a pitch, it will be Old Trafford,” you shift away from him, horrified at your fiancé.

“Mi amor, I was joking,” Carlos laughs, pulling you back. “I did get us tickets for the Champions League knockout match at Old Trafford,” Carlos says and your eyes widen. The game is only a few weeks away.

“You what?”

“Well, technically it was your dad who got the tickets, I just paid for them,” Carlos smiles, loving your excitement. He didn’t buy tickets, but he can’t tell you about the surprise.

“I haven’t been to a game in so long, you are the best, Carlitos,” you wrap your arms around him, tightly hugging him.

You end up in a box with your family and your dad’s former teammates. Except for your mom and Harper, they aren’t huge football fans. You are wearing one of your dad’s old jerseys while Carlos wears his white Real Madrid jersey.

Your dad wanted to surprise you, think of it like a pre-wedding gift

You look between Carlos and your dad with a huge smile on your face.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you hug him.

“Of course,” He squeezes you before letting you go so you can talk to your uncles. David takes the opportunity to catch up with Carlos.

“Uncle Gary!” You hug your father’s best friend.

“Hey kid, congrats on the engagement and finding your soulmate. Too bad he’s a Real Madrid fan,” Gary says, patting your shoulder.

“Yes, but look at him having the time of his life,” you chuckle, watching Carlos’s starstruck face as your dad introduces him to Figo, Zidane, Ronaldo, and Roberto Carlos.

“Is that Baby Beckham?” You turn around and notice Paul Scholes and Roy Keane approaching you.

“Who else would be wearing my Dad’s jersey?” you smile, giving them hugs. It has been a while since you were able to go to a game with your dad and his old teammates.

“Maybe your fiancé,” David Gardner shrugs. You did offer Carlos a replica of your Dad’s jersey from when he played for Real Madrid, but Carlos insisted that he had a lucky jersey.

“Yes, well, no one is perfect. He’s damn close though,” you chuckle.

“Language! Who taught you that?” Roy asks with a gasp.

“I believe we did,” Paul says, nudging his former teammate.

“Mi amor, I might marry your father instead,” Carlos tells you, only a little starstruck. Your uncles burst out into laughter.

“Carlos, these are my Uncles, Paul, Roy, David, and Gary,” you point them out individually.

“I’m her favorite,” David and Gary say at the same time.

“It’s Uncle Gary, he bought her her first beer and babysat her the most,” Brooklyn says, sliding up beside you.

Let’s go sit down, Carlitos. The match is starting

Good idea

You take a seat beside your brothers, which doesn’t bode well for Carlos when Real Madrid loses. The four of you celebrate as Carlos replays the mistake that allowed for a last minute goal. To make up for the loss, David convinces his former Madrid teammates to sign Carlos’s jersey.

“Have a safe flight to Maranello,” your dad hugs you goodbye after the game. Carlos is still a bit in shock.

That season, Carlos wins the WDC, and there is no better way to celebrate than getting married.

The ceremony is beautiful. You rented a large villa in Spain for the ceremony and reception. You didn’t intent for it to be a large star studded affair, but that was just the nature of the two of you getting married. Your mom hit it out of the park with her designs. The satin wedding dress fit perfectly, and wasn’t too simple and wasn’t too busy. Carlos’s suit was perfect, red and white subtle accents are a nice touch. You both cry a little when you see each for the first time.

“Carlos, you are my everything. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you. I never thought that finding my soulmate would be as great as this, I’d happily hear you sing Smooth Operator in my head in every lifetime if it meant being with you,” you tell him in your vows.

“I never thought I would meet my best friend and soulmate while playing a charity soccer match, but there is no other way I’d want to meet you. You take my breath away, make me a better person, and love Football as much as I do. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” Carlos squeezes your hands.

You are my everything, Carlos

You are the air I breathe, mi vida

[f14fun]

f1 abba inspired series

hey everyone! i have an abba-song inspired series in the drafts (since i got back from vaca and i'm still in a summery-mood and i love abba songs). hopefully it will be about three-five parts, each part a story for a different driver. each part will also have a minimum of 10K words, so this will be a prose series!

let me know if you guys want to see anything in particular!

chapter list ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ 01: lay all your love on me - op81 02: our last summer - cl16 03: under attack - gr63 04: mamamia - ob38

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01: lay all your love on me - op81 📍santorini, greece

On a summer getaway to Santorini, Greece, Y/N finds herself staying in a charming Airbnb with her family, soaking in the breathtaking views and vibrant atmosphere of the island. However, what was supposed to be a peaceful vacation takes an unexpected turn when she discovers that they’ll be sharing the house with none other than Formula One driver Oscar Piastri, who’s also vacationing with his family.

At first, the arrangement feels awkward, the two worlds of celebrity racing and her relatively normal life as a collegiate student colliding in the most unforeseen way. But as the days go by, the initial surprise gives way to something deeper. As they explore the sun-drenched beaches, dine in quaint tavernas, and experience the lively nightlife of Santorini, Y/N and Oscar find themselves drawn to each other in ways they hadn’t anticipated.

As the sun sets over the Aegean Sea, and the lively energy of the island comes alive at night, Y/N and Oscar find themselves spending more time together, entertwined in a steamy and fast-paced romance. The backdrop of Santorini's iconic white-washed buildings, azure waters, and the laid-back Greek lifestyle set the stage for a summer romance that's as unexpected as it is intense.

02: our last summer - cl16 📍monte carlo, monaco

In the summer of 2018, both Charles and Y/N are on the brink of adulthood, just shy of their 18th birthdays. As they savor their final summer as teenagers, they find themselves reminiscing in the familiar, sun-drenched streets of Monte Carlo, where memories of childhood and dreams for the future intertwine in the warmth of the Mediterranean air.

As the days drift by, Charles and Y/N find themselves caught between the nostalgia of their shared past and the anticipation of what lies ahead. Every corner of Monte Carlo holds a memory—childhood races down the Promenade, late-night talks under the stars, and the countless summers spent by the azure waters. Charles, with a wistful smile, often finds himself retracing their old routes, savoring the familiar sights and sounds as if trying to imprint them in his memory before they part ways. Y/N, equally pensive, clings to the simple joys of their last summer together, finding solace in the shared silences and quiet moments that speak volumes.

But now, the city feels different, charged with the weight of impending change. They both know this summer marks the end of an era, a farewell to the carefree days of youth. Yet, amid the bittersweetness, there's an unspoken promise that whatever the future holds, Monte Carlo will always be the place where their story began.

03: under attack - gr63 📍majorca, spain

Global popstar Y/N, overwhelmed by the relentless pressures of fame and reeling from the heartbreak of discovering her partner's infidelity, decides she needs a serious escape. Desperate to get away from the prying eyes of the media and the public, she books a quiet trip to Mallorca, Spain, hoping to find some solace and rediscover herself amidst the island's tranquil beauty. But fate has other plans. In a chance encounter at a lively club’s bar, Y/N finds herself in a series of awkward and unexpected mishaps that leave her feeling more exposed than ever.

Just when she thinks her night can’t get any worse, George Russell, a familiar face from the world of Formula One, steps in. Sensing her distress and the unwanted attention she's drawing, George quickly concocts a plan and pretends to be her boyfriend for the night. As they navigate the evening together, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur, leaving Y/N to wonder if this unexpected encounter could lead to something more than just a fleeting escape. He's broken down her defenses, and what can you say, maybe she's just under attack.

04: mamamia - ob38 📍skiathos, greece

A series of misunderstandings, white lies, and the relentless demands of their busy lives have driven Y/N and her boyfriend of three years, Oliver Bearman, apart. The once inseparable couple now finds themselves estranged, their relationship seemingly hanging by a thread. Despite their love for each other, the distance and unresolved tensions have led to a painful separation.

However, their close-knit group of friends refuses to give up on them. Convinced that Y/N and Ollie just need some quality time away from the pressures of their everyday lives, they hatch a plan to bring the two back together. The friends secretly arrange for Y/N and Ollie to vacation in a secluded villa in Skiathos, Greece, for two weeks. Surrounded by the island's serene beauty, where the turquoise waters meet golden sands, the hope is that the couple will have the chance to reconnect, confront their issues, and rekindle the spark that first brought them together.

As Y/N and Ollie navigate the awkwardness of being thrown back together in such an idyllic setting, the old feelings start to resurface, but so do the unresolved issues that tore them apart. Amidst the breathtaking views and the romantic allure of Greece, they must decide whether their love is strong enough to overcome the obstacles that have come between them.

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[tveitertotwrites]

Tobias Carrick Appreciation Day 3

I was going to answer last years prompts but I want to have more time to think about it so I'll come back to it another time.

Answers to this years prompt are below.

On to this years prompts, Tobias buys an old lantern at an antique store. When he gets home and places it on his shelf, a genie appears and offers to grant him three wishes. How does he react? What does he ask for?

First of all, I think he would either jump back, or immediately try to punch it. Then he would try to ask for a change with healthcare/help find cures for diseases that aren't that treatable, his family to be safe and healthy, and then help for the genie.

And the second prompt, Does your Tobias have a favorite season? What is it and why? What are his favorite things to do in each of the 4 seasons? Does he have any seasonal sports/vacation spots

His favorite is summer, it's his favorite time to travel and do the activities he likes (playing sports, swimming, etc.). His favorite sport to do in the summer is either baseball or any water sport (Swimming, Water Polo, etc.). His favorite vacation spots are Majorca (Spain), Crete (Greece), and Santorini (Greece).

Tags: @jerzwriter @storyofmychoices

[marriottsclubsonantem]

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[shearah]

Gosh, that's kind of a hard one for me, I've been living on barely enough to cover bills for so long I don't even remember the last time I thought about vacations...

I did get to plan a vacation when I was 17, and being autistic-and-bad-with-change as I am, I opted for a resort in Majorca my family has been to before (we used to go on holidays ~once a year until I was about...13?), that was also run by the same company as *another* resort in Majorca we went to (I promise we didn't always go to Majorca).

It was a veeeery large hotel made up of essentially several different hotels on a huge campus with multiple pools and activity areas scattered throughout (I didn't really go to any of the activities - tried archery when I visited with my family and the facilities were kinda rubbish, but considering we we part of an archery club back home and both me and my dad are trained archery coaches we were probably expecting a bit much) but all the different pools meant I could wander off and find a quieter one if I wanted to. There was a river right down the middle of the campus with some really pretty bridges, I remember getting some lovely (but incredibly amature) photos of the lights reflecting off of the water at night.

It was all inclusive with a buffet style restaurant (the serve yourself kind, so I didn't even have to talk to anyone, yay!) and while the food certainly wasn't the best out there, it was nice enough and had a decent variety. While I can really struggle to eat different things, I do like getting to try new foods, and buffet style means I can put a tiny bit on my plate and if I like it, come back for more. I usually ended up sticking to the same few things in the end, but the stimulation of something new is nice :) they'd bring out huge trays of fresh croissants for breakfast and the desert counter always had trays of sheet cake and pastries cut into these adorably tiny little squares that I just loved. Not to mention, unlimited ice cream! Poolside too!

It was about a 15m walk from the beach - a nice sandy one, not like the cold pebble beach near my dad's place. Not only that, but ever half hour there was a little skiff that went down the river to the beach and back, so you didn't have to walk either. Set off from right outside the restaurant. Plenty of lovely souvenier shops (and some delightful smelling restaurants, but we never tried any since we were already paying for food back at the hotel). I bought a new little braided bracelet/anklet every day with tiny shells and little bells on them so I jingled when I walked... they all gradually fell apart, but I still have one stashed away in my jewellery box. :)

It was during school term time so it was cheaper, but that also meant it wasn't as warm - I can't stand being sweaty. It was late september I think? So still warm, but not too hot for my miserable british soul. I basically spent the week reading in the sun, swimming in the pool, eating nice food and playing pool against my brother (and winning ;D)

I think if I had to choose a vacation again, I would probably go to the same place. The only thing that could make it more appealing to me would be if my international friends could be there too, and if I could bring my PC with me :)

Realistically though. I think an ideal "vacation" for me that I could actually afford would have to be a week at home with no migraines, headaches or back pain, all my raid groups taking a break (maybe one or two can stay, the ones where there's nobody in the group I want to strangle all the time) and I get to spend the week not stressing about comms or work at all, I just get to do my own thing, my own art and mods. Oh, and bao. lots and lots of bao.

:) @bearbaitmegs

[foolish-clown]

Oh! The ask game 😏 Hi~ What about 10 and 12? Thanks ☺️

Hello friend! Hope you're doing well 🙏

10. Cute movie 🎥

The first one that came to mind was Brother Bear, a personal childhood fave

12. Best vacation 🌞

Definitely a family trip to Majorca, I had so much fun during that

Ask game here!!

[scubanautic-dive-us]

HOW TO FIND THE BEST DIVING MALLORCA?

The diving off the coast of Mallorca is often regarded as some of the best in the Mediterranean. When people think of Tauchen Mallorca, they typically think of mass tourists and Ballermann. Thus, it frequently surprises them the first time they see the Mediterranean island from underneath the surface. Because there are so many natural parks and environmental reserves in Mallorca, it is currently considered one of the most intriguing diving areas in the Mare Nostrum. In recent years, the administration of Mallorca has done an excellent job of protecting its natural environment and preserving it for the benefit of future generations.

DIVE INTO THE DEEPEST DEPTHS

They continue to underwater canyons, caves that look like cathedrals, and sunken stalactites, But that's not the end. Anyone who has ever dived through a school of hundreds of barracudas in the Reserva Marina Del Migjorn nature park southwest of Porto Scubanautic or near Cabrera, or discovered the scorpionfish during a night dive, will soon no longer be surprised by the constant encounters with octopuses, carpet rays, groupers, Moray eels, conger eels, slipper lobsters, hermit crabs, and lobsters.

CATCH A GLIMPSE OF UNDERWATER LIFE

You might also encounter sunfish, dolphins, and even seahorses if you're very fortunate; however, you'll need to keep your eyes wide open to do so, particularly in the natural parks, where at first, all you'll see is fish soup. The presence of gold welts, damsel fish, gaff mackerel, and, particularly in the fall, massive schools of tuna and jacks are an experience in and of itself, and several exciting wrecks are just waiting to be discovered.

Even sperm whales appear from time to time, which nobody expected to see in Mallorca. In addition, during the middle of summer, water temperatures can reach up to 29 degrees, which makes scuba Tauchen Mallorca a uniquely beneficial activity for one's health.

WHY RELY ON SCUBANAUTIC ?

This Tauchen Mallorca, which can be reached from the majority of major European cities in a little over two hours on really affordable flights, also has everything that one might want in a vacation destination to cater to their preferences. Here, individuals, as well as families or diving clubs, will find ideal accommodation near the diving center of their choice almost everywhere, and non-divers traveling with them won't have to give up on having a great holiday because of it. This can be a vacation home in the country, an apartment or hotel room right by the sea, or any combination.

Tauchbasis Mallorca is well known well beyond the limits that the island's gastronomic benefits are well known, and it is a well-kept secret that the wines of Majorca are among the greatest in all of Spain. There are also various possibilities straight at the Scubanautic for those who prefer the deco beer. Still, you can let the experiences of the day pass you by with your buddy on the terraces of the many pubs and restaurants in Porto Scubanautic that have fantastic views of the sea if you want.

SCUBANAUTIC — NOW THAT'S SOME SERIOUS DIVING!!

That right there, Scubanautic, is the authentic Tauchbasis Mallorca!! On the island of Mallorca, the diving center known as Scubanautic is among the most well-known. Many years ago, they made their home in Porto Scubanautic, located in the southeast corner of Mallorca, close to Santanyi and Cala d'Or. The dive center is situated near the small port of Porto Scubanautic, and the many dive boat that can accommodate as many as 12 divers is just a few steps away from the center. 

Naturally, opportunities are always available to create trips for larger parties, including those with 24 divers or more. Please let us know in advance. The Scubanautic is the perfect place to get the Scuba Diving Mallorca adventure off the ground spectacular southeast coast. After the dive and a refreshing shower, divers can reward themselves with a deco beer, lemonade, or a few snacks in the center. Then, proceed to test out the various gastronomic options that Porto Scubanautic offers, in addition to the fantastic shops there. A brand-new Bauer compressor at Scubanautic ensures the highest possible level of air quality, and if you so choose, you may rent high-grade gear from Scubapro and Aqualung from us. Scubanautic is a cutting-edge dive facility with top-of-the-line equipment. They have been given the Covid 19 safety certification. Divers can feel entirely at ease while diving with them.

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I adore this picture.  The Wales family on holiday with the Spanish King Juan Carlos and his family at the Marivent Palace on the island of Majorca, Spain, August 9, 1987

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[pancakes4two]

that summer feelin’ | one

preview: Harry’s staring at you, and you’re also staring at him. It takes a minute before you realize neither of you have said anything since he sat down, and you should really try and fill the silence.

“Do you show up late to all of your dates, or just the ones that are being filmed for national television?” is what ends up coming out of your mouth.

Harry perks up in surprise for a second, before schooling his expression into one that is more of amusement. He brings his hand up to your knife, which is currently playfully pointed at him, and gently pushes it back down onto the table.

“Gonna have to go on a second date with me to figure that one out, huh?”

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chapter 1 - the first date

soundtrack: mystified - fleetwood mac

your pov:

You’re honestly not quite sure how you ended up here. One minute you’re at home, answering a vaguely scam-like ad for a vacation and the chance to win 50 grand, and the next you’re on a Spanish island having dinner with possibly the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

Love Island is probably the last TV show anyone would ever expect you to be on, but at the end of the day, you’re not a girl who will turn down a free vacation and prize money that easily. So, when the producers asked you to join the villa as a bombshell after a round of interviews, you accepted. How hard can this be, you had thought to yourself. People very rarely find actual love on reality TV, so all you had to do was find a guy you could tolerate and have a fun summer fling with. With that mindset, you packed your bags and said your goodbyes to your very surprised friends and family back home, then got on a plane to Majorca. 

Which brings you to where you are today: in the middle of a field, watching this guy who you’re honestly still not convinced isn’t just a figment of your imagination spread butter onto a piece of sliced bread. You don’t know much about him. You were supposed to watch all of the episodes that had already aired to catch yourself up on everything that has happened in the villa so far, but you got bored after the first two and skimmed through the rest. All you know about your date is that his name is Harry, he’s your age, and he hasn’t had much luck with his couples so far. The fact that he’s exactly your type will also make your efforts to stay in the villa much, much easier.

Harry’s staring at you, and you’re also staring at him. It takes a minute before you realize neither of you have said anything since he sat down, and you should really try and fill the silence.

“Do you show up late to all of your dates, or just the ones that are being filmed for national television?” is what ends up coming out of your mouth.

Harry perks up in surprise for a second, before schooling his expression into one that is more of amusement. He brings his hand up to your knife, which is currently playfully pointed at him, and gently pushes it back down onto the table. 

“Gonna have to go on a second date with me to figure that one out, huh?”

“Oh my God, that has to be the worst segue into a second date request I’ve ever heard in my entire life.” You respond, watching him take a bite of his bread. You briefly notice that the cameramen standing around the both of you have gotten closer, trying to get good shots of your playful banter.

“Do you want me to be honest, then?” Harry smiles at you, a dimple forming on his cheek.

“Please.” You answer, flipping your hand over so that your palm is facing towards him.

“I didn’t know I was running late,” He runs a hand through his curls, “I wasn’t exactly looking at the time because I was trying to figure out what to wear. And then they made us shoot a slo-mo video before I left.”

You laugh at Harry’s response, imagining him putting on a show for the cameras as he gets ready for your date. “See, there you go! I respect you slightly more now.”

“Only slightly more?” Harry questions. He tilts his head slightly, continuing to smile at you. He stares at you a little shamelessly and lets his fingers flutter delicately across the tablecloth as he thinks to himself.

“Let’s start over.” Harry says after a while. A waiter appears from beside him and places steaming pasta dishes in front of the both of you. “I’m Harry. And you’re Y/N. Tell me what you do.”

“Well, I just graduated university. I studied English there, but I’m still not sure what I want to do for a job,” You explain, grabbing a forkful of pasta. “Which explains why I’m on Love Island at the moment.”

“That’s fair,” Harry nods, “Although, I’d imagine you could do anything with an English degree, really. So you probably don’t need to worry about finding a job.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence. How about you?” You ask, “What are you doing when you’re not in paradise looking for a girlfriend?”

“Oh, so you didn’t watch my intro clip?” Harry laughs, now pointing his fork towards you. “I’m offended, Y/N!”

“I only watched two episodes!” You say defensively. “There’s only so much flirting and cracking on that I can sit through before I feel like my brain is turning into a pile of mush.”

“Hm,” Harry hums in mock-offense. “Well, I’m working at a bakery in the moment, saving up to go to culinary school.”

“Ooh, fancy. So you must be really good at cooking?”

“I try to be,” Harry answers, and thanks the waiter when he refills his water. “But, you can’t tell the rest of the islanders that. I’m pretty sure they all tuned me out as soon as I said I was a baker, and I’d rather not have to end up cooking for everyone everyday.”

“Secret’s safe with me,” You make a fake locking motion in front of your lips. “But you’ll cook for me, right?”

“Only if you ask really nicely,” Harry grins. You smile back at him and roll your eyes jokingly.

The two of you talk for a while about your friends and family back home, sharing funny stories from when you were growing up, all while slowly finishing your meal. Before you know it, the sun has completely set, and you’re running out of wine to share between the two of you. By the time both of your plates have cleared, the cameramen are all looking a little weary, and the producers look like they’re seconds away from pulling the two of you away from each other and forcing you to go back into the villa.

Harry offers his hand to you and leads you out of your seat, his other hand resting on the small of your back as you both walk away from the table. He briefly pauses to push your chair in for you before continuing to guide you through the field.

“You nervous to meet the girls and the boys?” Harry asks, turning to face you. In the darkness, his eyes are almost a deep hazel, and you can see the fairy lights that the producers hung up around the field reflected in his irises.

“A little. Although, I’m glad I won’t have to steal someone’s man,” You reply honestly, hinting at the fact that you like him, the only guy who isn’t in a couple at the moment.

Harry squeezes your hand, which you take as a sign that he got what you were trying to say. “Good to hear.”

You spend the rest of the walk in silence, both of you feeling a little drained after all of the talking you did on your date. Once the both of you have arrived at the front of the villa, Harry turns to you again and gives you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, they won’t bite. And on the off chance that they do, I’ll be standing right next to you.”

The two of you walk in hand-in-hand, a cameraman following you down the pathway that leads into the back area of the villa where the islanders are gathered for the night. When you turn the corner, now in full view of the islanders, Harry raises your linked hands triumphantly into the air. The response is loud cheers from all of the islanders as they rush towards you, buzzing with excitement. You’re introducing yourself to everyone when your phone pings with a notification. You swipe up into your text messages and read the new text that pops up aloud.

Everyone, now that you’ve given Y/N her warm welcome to the villa, it’s time to recouple. There are currently more girls than boys in the villa, which means boys will be choosing which girl they’d like to couple up with tonight, and the girl not chosen to be in a couple will be dumped immediately. Please gather around the fire pit. #twoisbetterthanone #bigdecisions

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[slinglouis]

august fic rec!

hi friends! these are my favorite fics that i read during july while avoiding studying for my mcat & i think you should all read this month! if you have a fic you want me to check out this month please let me know, i’m always looking for more!

black with autumn rain by whimsicule -  93k

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”

Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”

Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”

“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

Oh Glory by alivingfire - 21k

Tomlinson looks Liam over, tilting his head. “Are you a swimmer as well?”

“Yeah,” Liam says, a little cautiously. Harry wonders if it’s Tomlinson’s fame or the unimpressed eyebrow that’s making Liam wary. “Distance, I’m doing the 1500m. Harry here’s a sprinter.”

“Ah,” says Tomlinson, turning his glinting eyes back to Harry. “So you’re not an endurance man.” A beat passes, and his grin grows, wide and filthy. "Shame."

Harry Styles is Team Great Britain's newest swimmer, and has spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and dedication to no distractions is tested when he's assigned to the same Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry's childhood crush.

Howls Like a Beast (You Flower, You Feast) by @indiaalphawhiskey​ - 17k

“You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen.

“I do,” Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering.

Louis had rolled his eyes, exasperated and flippant in the way only beautiful, young boys could be when faced with the affections of a baby prince. He had run his finger down Harry’s cheek then, had forced him to look into his eyes as he delivered the final blow.

“You’ll change your mind once you’ve seen more of the world,” Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harry’s lovely, pure cheek. “Once you’ve been properly defiled.” He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harry’s cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.

And down the long and silent street by whimsicule - 86k

The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.

Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

Run Like the Devil by benzos - 138k

Harry stops pouting, but his frown is still fixed in place. “Are you sure?” he asks. “You know it’s your soul you’re signing away.” He sounds…sad? No, that’s not right, but there’s something.

Christ. This is the most incompetent demon Louis’ ever met. If he hadn’t seen the red of his eyes he wouldn’t believe he was a demon at all. How’d he get this job if he isn’t trying to convince Louis to deal? Or is it just another trick? A ploy for sympathy?

“I’m sure,” Louis says. “Come over here and kiss me.”

*

Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

No Place Without You by @fackinglouis​ - 19k

Harry's in love with life and he's in love with the world.

Louis' in love with Harry and he doesn't think there's any way he can possibly compete.

A Wanderlust AU in which Harry doesn't have a permanent home and stays with Louis when he visits NYC.

Given a Chance by fabby - 170k

Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

these bountiful silences by tommoandbambi - 123k

they live in a world where they can only say four words per day. harry meets some people that don't want to live that way.

we can only look behind by @hereforlou - 70k

His mum said there was no getting an idea out of his head once it was stuck in there and Harry thought she was right. It wasn’t like he did it on purpose - his ideas were just really sticky.

(Or, the one where Harry fixates through the years.)

Don’t Want Shelter by kingsofeverything - 77k 

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…

When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families' old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.

During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

somewhere in between the lightning by jassy117, nauticalleeds, shiningdistractionwrites - 100k

As Louis took another bite, he thought back to how he had once believed that the hardest thing about being on Love Island would be Liam handling his social media. He had been wrong. It was Harry Styles, peeking over at Louis as he forked a pancake into his mouth, and gauging his reaction. It was having to quench the swelling of his heart, which felt simultaneously like hope and the breaking of a thousand pieces.r

A summer gone wrong (or very right) when, under Liam’s persuasion, Louis finds himself drunkenly applying for Love Island, and getting accepted. Oh, well. A summer spent on an island paradise couldn’t be all that bad, right?

Imagine his surprise when Louis arrives in sunny Majorca to find that his first love and ex-boyfriend, Harry, is another contestant, about to capture the hearts of everyone in the villa. Most normal people don’t have to face their ex on an otherwise straight TV show. Most normal people don’t fall for their ex again in front of the whole nation, either. Too bad this whole situation isn’t normal.

special mention bc an epilogue was added and this is one of my fav fics of all time: Collision by @tequiladimples (itjustkindahappened) - 225k

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

[tveitertotwrites]

Tobias Carrick Appreciation (Part 1?)

Hey everyone! So I obviously had to participate in Tobias Carrick Appreciation Week (both since I didn't do it last year and also having an OC that romances him). For today's prompts, I am just going to answer them as questions and not in a fic. I am also going to answer both prompts/questions along with the prompt from last year but I am only counting it as one creation since it is all going to be in the same post.

Starting with last year's prompt, Where did he come from?

My HC for Tobias is that he grew up in the Midwest (either Indiana or Illinois). He was born on May 25th, 1983. His parents divorced when he was 3 and he has an older sister named Maria who at the time was 5. His father, David, decided to move across the country to California and start a life with his new family, meaning Tobias and Maria stayed with their mother, Naomi. His mom decided to not remarry and focused on her job and her kids.

He decided to take up medicine after seeing his sister, who did gymnastics, get injured multiple times and wanted to learn how everything works and heals. He went to Columbia for Undergrad and then obviously John Hopkins for Med School. From Middle School to Undergrad, he played Baseball and Lacrosse, helping his team to sectionals many times.

In school one of his favorite subjects was actually English. He liked reading poems and hearing different stories. His other favorite class was Art and was pretty good at it and got some local awards for his art in high school.

Now on to this year's prompts/questions, If Tobias could no longer practice medicine (the reason is up to you). What would your Tobias select as his new career? What would he pursue? Would he be successful?

If he had to stop practicing medicine, I do think it would be in favor of helping someone get something the really needed (idk what it would be). I think he would then try to pursue art or music (as I HC that he's good at playing guitar). He could either make art for different galleries or be a guitarist for an artist when they tour and would be pretty successful.

And the other question/prompt, Does he travel? Have hobbies, or is he a workaholic through and through? What does he enjoy to do when he has downtime? What does he wish he had time to do? Does he have any hobbies he doesn't want anyone to know about? Where does he like to travel? Does he overpack or underpack? What's his ideal vacation/holiday? Does he travel solo or with others?

Tobias does love to travel, he takes a yearly trip to Greece with his mom and sister (and then with Adelaide as well once they're together). He likes booking warm/tropical places depending on the time of year because he likes being able to swim in the ocean or some body of water. He occasionally does city trips like London or somewhere else but it's not his ideal choice (the majority of his city trips start after meeting Adelaide). Before Adelaide and Tobias get together, he sometimes goes alone on trips and sometimes invite friends. One of his favorite spots to vacation at is Spain (specifically Majorca). At first he used to underpack a little but now he tends to overpack a little (especially after having kids).

Tags: @jerzwriter @storyofmychoices

[starrys0nder]

Finding Myself Part 1

Rou followed the rumors. The whispers. After a while he’d heard tell of the witch in the center of the woods in this dimension. One who could help you when nothing else worked. And Rou needed help. He needed to know where he’d come from. Not because he didn’t love his adoptive parents but he just… needed to know. 

 His portal gun hadn’t wanted to bring him here. It had a mind of its own sometimes and he’d had to try three or four different dimensions before he finally found the right one. He gave it a grateful pat and tucked it away in his messenger bag. 

He found himself in a small town at the edge of the woods. He was glad for the beanie that hid his pointed ears and he would be careful of his fangs. It wouldn’t do to scare people away before he got the information he needed. As it stood he was already a stranger here. That could prove either beneficial or a hindrance. Sometimes people were more free with their words with strangers. Rou had a way of bringing that out in people and he was banking on it now. 

After walking through the stone streets for a while he found a little pub. ‘Well,’ he thought, ‘I have to start somewhere.’

Rou pushed inside and was greeted with one of those moments you only ever see in movies. Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at him. The man behind the bar even paused in his pouring of a fresh pint for a customer to turn and stare. Anxiety crept up Rou’s spine at being the center of attention and he cleared his throat awkwardly. He gave a little wave at all of them to remind them that he could actually see their staring and people seemed to remember themselves. They turned back to their drinks and conversations and the gentle rumble of pub noise replaced the silence of moments ago as if it hadn’t happened. A breath of relief left him and he shifted his messenger bag on his shoulder as he made his way over to the bar. 

“Don’t get many strangers ‘round here.” The barkeep commented as he handed off a glass to a thirsty customer. 

“Clearly,” Rou almost grinned and then remembered his fangs. He covered it up with a faux cough into his fist. 

“Thirsty?” The barkeep asked, holding up a glass. 

“Parched.”

Rou watched the cold lager pour into his cup for a moment before he dipped into his pants pocket for his wallet. He pulled a few bills out and held them out as the barkeep slid his glass over. 

“What brings you ‘round our neck of the woods then, eh?”

Rou bought himself a little time with a sip of his drink but his mind raced to come up with a halfway decent excuse that he could slide into his questioning. “I’m just travelling.” 

“Oh travel. Aye, I’ve done a bit of that myself.”

Rou feigned polite interest as the barkeep started off on some tale about his last vacation. Took the wife to Majorca or some such thing. Normally, he would be happy to sit and chat with the man all day but he was in a bit of a rush. Not that he had any time limits on finding out about himself. He was just… eager. 

When he could find his way into the conversation he asked. “Do you know where I can get some help around here?”

The barkeep’s head tilted. “What sort of help are you lookin’ for?”

“Well I… see I’m looking for my real family and.. well I heard that there’s someone around here that can help you with those sorts of things. When no one else can help and you’re out of options like.”

The barkeep’s friendly face hardened. “Don’t know nothin’ about that.”

Gone was the curiosity in the man’s face and the pub quieted down again at the man’s tone. “Ah, you’ve finished your drink. You’d best be movin’ on then, eh?”

Though his glass was still half full Rou simply nodded and stood. “Thanks for the drink.”

Aware that every eye in the pub was drilling into his back he quietly made his way out.

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“Shit,” Rou cursed to himself once he’d made it out the pub doors. He turned off to the side and leaned back against the wall. The door opened again and Rou looked over, half expecting the barkeep to be standing there ready to tell him off for being there still. 

But it was only an elderly woman. A frail looking thing until you saw her eyes. They held a fire to them still. “Sir?”

Rou’s head tilted slightly. “Yes?”

“Will you follow me?”

This was strange but strange was what Rou did best so he simply nodded and followed the elderly woman. She didn’t say a word, only glanced back now and again to be sure he was still following. They made their way through the twists and turns of the small village until they came to the edge of it. There stood nothing before them but an open meadow filled to the brim with wildflowers and the beginning of a large forest. 

The elderly woman turned back to him now and pointed at the path that led through the meadow of flowers, saying.  “Through the trees.” Her tone of voice suggested the rest should be obvious and she turned to leave but Rou was confused. 

“Wait, does the path lead to someone that can help me?”

The woman didn’t even turn back and only called. “If you truly need help the forest will guide you to someone.”

Rou watched her leave and, hiking his messenger bag up on his shoulder, he turned down the path. 

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The woods were like a second home to Rou. Even ones he was strange to felt far more comfortable than being in that pub with everyone staring at him.  As he walked he noticed something strange. The forest was near silent around him. No birds. No wind rustling through the leaves even.  

Now that he was alone in the woods he was itching to get out of his human form but he wasn’t sure who the “someone” the elderly woman had mentioned was. Or if they were friendly towards well… giant hulking werewolf beasts. Probably safer just to stick to his human form for right now. 

As he walked deeper and deeper into the forest it began to grow darker and darker but the path somehow seemed to lighten before him. It was strange but he could make it out clearly before him even though the woods on either side were full of darkness and shadows. Suddenly a motion at the corner of his eyes drew his attention. A fox with light amber fur, he thought but when he tried to look at it it disappeared. 

“Hello?” Rou called. “Is anyone out there?” His voice didn’t even echo in these strange woods. With a wolfish growl he looked around himself, senses on high alert. He sniffed the air and thought he caught the scent of a fox as well but it was… odd. There was something off about it. Something about it that just didn’t smell right.

Suddenly a fox darted onto the path in front of him, just at the edge of his peripherals. Once again his head snapped around to try to get a look at the creature and, once again, it faded from his sight. 

Rou’s head tilted in confusion and he turned his head to try to find where the creature had disappeared to but as soon as he did the fox came back into his peripherals. It was just sitting in the center of the path in front of him. Curiosity grew and he tried to look at it straight on again. It faded right from his sight once more. When he looked to the side again it came back into view in his peripherals. 

 He let out a surprised little laugh. This was certainly the strangest part of his day. He carefully kept the fox just at the edge of his vision as he began to walk forward again. The fox got to its feet and started down the path ahead of him. Rou stopped. The fox stopped and turned back to look at him. 

“You want me to follow you, then?” 

Yes.

A chill ran down his spine as the word echoed in his head in someone else’s voice. Rou took a step back, suddenly spooked and unsure if he was just hearing things. 

Don’t be afraid. I can help you find the answers you seek.

Okay, that was definitely not his voice in his head. Feeling the hair rising on the back of his neck in place of his hackles he asked. “Why should I trust you?”

You want to know where you come from. I can help.

“But how do you know that?” Rou asked, a growl creeping into the edges of his voice.

I just know things. I can’t explain it.

Rou was silent for several seconds before he spoke up. “I’ll follow you.”

There wasn’t another word in his head but he could feel a sense of approval from the strange little fox as they started down the path again. He moved to the side of the path so it would be easier to keep the fox in his peripherals as they walked together.

[wildflowers-inthemeadow]

84 Questions

original: https://fuckyeahsurveys.tumblr.com/post/61049002526/84-questions

Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first 10 songs Old Town Road - Madilyn Bailey Turn The Lights Down - a-ha The World And You Tonight - Simply Red you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish Roar - Katy Perry Type - Todrick Hall Sparks - Fleurie Lucky - Colbie Caillat & Jason Mraz Le Festin - Camille One Last Night - From the 50 Shades of Grey Soundtrack

If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Would you take anyone with you? Egypt. I love Ancient Egypt and I would like to see all the monuments from that time and also visit the National Museum in Cairo. I would take @blackbirdinthebox and @zebraljb with me, if they are interested ;)

What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen) a beautiful pen I got for my birthday

Favourite month and why? April. It’s not too cold and not too hot and it’s my birthday.

Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? List them. I’ve met a couple but I don’t think I have any connections, no.

Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are. my notebook, my phone and a water bottle

What brand logo is closest to you currently? Kellogg’s?

Do you ever play board games or other non-computer games? Got any favourites? I loved Uno as a kid, haven’t played it in a while. Twister is fun, too.

A musical artist you love that isn’t well known Fleurie

A musical artist you love that is well known a-ha, ABBA

What is your desktop background currently? a picture I took on my last vacation of the ocean, on Majorca

Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them Mom, on the phone

First colour name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow magenta

What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in? a wall clock

What kind of headphones do you use? wired ones

What musical artists have you seen perform live? a-ha, Pur, Backstreet Boys

Does virginity matter to you? no

What gaming consoles do you or your family own? I have a Wii

What pets do you have? What are their names? none

What’s the best job you’ve ever had? been a wedding photographer on a friend’s wedding. was super fun and the pics turned out really well.

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? cleaning a supermarket

What magazines do you read, if any? Gala and Bunte sometimes

Inspiration behind your URL? lyric from ABBA’s Andante, Andante and I wanted something with velvet

Inspiration behind your blog title? just something I like.

Favourite item of clothing? I have several I love dearly.

Are you friends with any exes? have no exes, so no.

Name at least one book you loved as a child. Tom Sawyer, Pippi Longstocking

What’s your native language? If that language has distinct regional variations, which variation? (eg. AU English, US English) I was born in Russia and understand Russian but I consider German my native language. I also love it dearly.

What email service do you use? AOL

Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in? yes, a magnetic board with fishies as magnets. love it

What’s your favourite number, and why? 4. no idea why

Earliest moment in your life you can remember? climbing the cherry trees in my grandma’s garden. I was about four.

What did you have for dinner yesterday? steak and fries.

How often do you brush your teeth? twice a day

What’s your favourite candy/chocolate? dark and Snickers.

Have you had other blogs on Tumblr? Do you have any other blogs currently? yes

If you were suddenly really hungry, what would you choose to eat? fast food, kebab

What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of? Kingsman (Hartwin), Wincest, Thommy, Nagron

If you could study anything, what would it be? Archeology

Do you use anything on your lips? (eg. Chapstick, gloss, balm, lipstick) in the winter, yes. currently don’t need it

How would you describe your sense of humour? black

What things annoy you more than anything else? ignorance and cigarette smoke

What kind of position are you in at the moment? sitting on my bed, cross-legged

Do you wear much jewellery? no, mainly bracelets

Who is the leader of your country, currently? Any other levels of government with leaders? (State, region, province, county, district, municipality, etc) we have a democracy, a president and a chancellor

Last 3 blogs on your dashboard, not including any of your own @unwinthehart, @oldinterneticons, @live-with-a-fangirl

What do you carry your money in? a purse

Do you enjoy driving? Why or why not? I don’t have a driving licence and I am not making one. I hate driving.

Longest drive you have ever been on? 10 hours, on a bus to Spain

Furthest away from home you have ever been? It would be either Ireland or Ibiza/Majorca

How many times have you moved house? I lost count.

What is on the floor of the room you’re currently in, not including furniture? oh don’t ask. my room looks like shambles

How many devices do you own which can access the internet? three

Is there is anything that is guaranteed to always make you happy? food

Is there anything that always makes you sad? sad movies

What programs do you currently have open? only my internet browser

What do you associate the colour red with? alert, sex appeal

Last strong smell you can remember smelling? CK One

Last healthy thing you ate? curd with raspberries

Do you drink tea or coffee, and how much per day? yes, I do, but not that often. now in the summer I drink ice(d) coffee.

What do you associate the colour blue with? calm, the sea

How long is the closest ruler you can find? about 20cm

What colour pants/skirt/etc are you currently wearing? turquoise

When was the last time you drank water? ah, thanks for reminding me! *sips*

How often do you clear your browser history? it’s my laptop, nobody else uses it, so basically never?

Do you believe nude photos can be artistic, rather than erotic? yes

Ever written fanfiction for anything? yes. you can find it all here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/wildflowersinthemeadow/pseuds/wildflowersinthemeadow

Last formal event you attended don’t recall

If you had to move your birthday to another date, which one would you choose and why? I love my birthdate and would not want to move it.

Would you prefer to be at a beach or in the countryside? beach

Roughly how many people live in your town? +/- 250.000

Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? yes. James McAvoy and Queen Elizabeth

Favourite place to shop? Can be a certain store or a place where there are multiple stores C&A, BonPrix

Do you have a smartphone? What kind? If you don’t, do you want one? I have one, it’s a Samsung

What is your least favourite colour, and why? beige.

How do you spell grey/gray? grey

Go to your dashboard and describe the image shown in the radar section (below the “Find blogs” link) ???

What difference is there between how many followers you have, and the number of blogs you follow? 2. I currently have 500 followers and follow 502 blogs.

How many posts do you have? 57,836 holy crap

How many posts have you liked? 55,337 :)

Do you post mainly reblogs, or your own content? mainly reblogs

Do you track any tags? I do, it’s a quite long list.

What time is it currently? 13:52

Is there anything you should be doing right now? yeah, let me get back to work. see ya later!

tagging, if they feel like it: @blackbirdinthebox @zebraljb @mab1905 @xrocketbabydoll, @shochmonster @faerie-in-converse @dreaming42morrow @sugar-pink-marilyn and everyone who I’ve forgotten

[birdieklein]

hello, official introduction time. my name is, i’m twenty-two, and i’m currently wasting a lot of time playing animal crossing. don’t ask me how much. it’s a lot of time. a lot. 

anywho, this, my dear friends, is beatrice rose galloway-klein. her mama is the only one who uses her full name because most people just call her birdie ( much to her mama’s chagrin ), and some call her gallo, but only if they’re feeling frisky. she’s aiming to be the president of the united states one day, and honestly ? she could get there. but for now, she’s only twenty. she’s escaped from southern belle hell but the accent and taste for pecan pie hasn’t left her. she has a drawl thicker than fog in the spring, and she could charm the birds out of trees. currently, she’s a part of house machiavelli, and she’s studying political science and political theory. honestly, she’s just a delight, and i’m peachy keen to start plotting with everyone ! 

below the cut is a full bio & ideas for plotting.

Blurb:

A firecracker. A fur coat draped over her shoulders as she lounges on the couch. She’s smarter than she seems, watching and waiting, thirsting for secrets. She drinks pink wine from a bottle, and she’s waiting for a chance to wear a crown on her head.

Backstory:

You are a beauty queen failure much to your mama’s chagrin but her words can’t hurt you because you are untouchable. Bold and brazen, nothing can bring you down. It’s funny. You should have been soft and demure, but you are anything but. You walk into a room and eyes are on you. That’s how it’s meant to be. One day, eyes will be on you, and everyone will listen. You can imagine it all too well. You are going to be something and damn anyone who thinks they can get in your way.

History:

Birdie Klein is born in the high heat of summer in southern Alabama to a beauty queen and the state governor. She is a fussy thing, yelling and never settling down. Her parents adore her, though, for completely different reasons. Her mama sees good cheekbones and pageants in her future, while her daddy sees her as something to love and adore. It is clear who her favorite parent would be from the beginning.

The house she grows up in --- the manor --- is too big for a child. The walls are tall and the windows go from the floor to the ceiling. she gets lost in the curtains between masses of fabric. there is art on the wall, photographs and paintings. she is told from the beginning: look, don’t touch. That's her whole childhood, mottos like that. sit, stay still. walk, don’t run. it is stifling. She is tied up in ribbons and taffeta and she hates it. she stares out the window, longingly towards the trees in the yard. The respite in her life is trips to her grandmother’s. Birdie runs free through the orchard, skinning her knees and scraping her palms. It's a little bit of normalcy. but she always has to return to that too-big house. it’s filled with more people who aren’t family than those who are. there are chefs and maids and butlers and nannies and tutors. Birdie knows them all by name. They take care of her more than her parents. they deal with the tantrums and fits. 

She is eight when she steps into her first private school. She does well enough in classes ( her reports home constantly say that she would do better if she only applied herself ) and she thrives surrounded by her peers. she does what’s expected of her, but really nothing more. she has her passions and throws herself into them, of course. feminism. women’s studies. suffrage. Little else really stimulates her. She does well on debate team --- she can talk and argue like no one else --- and she plays field hockey for the school team. 

She realizes just how much money her family has one day when she is talking to a ( gasp ) scholarship student at her school. She talks about flights on her daddy’s jet and vacations in majorca. She mentions her nanny and tutor and how they were replaced when she said she didn’t like them. She talks about christmas and how her wardrobe is completely replaced. She doesn’t realize when the other student falls silent, feeling awkward and out of place. Finally, she is hit with the knowledge that not everyone has what she does. She carefully tries not to flaunt her wealth after that, but sometimes it’s hard. She wears clothes that are worth more than some people’s entire. The names of brands that fall from her lips come easy. she knows her wealth can be … overwhelming … but she isn’t mad about it. She likes the life she has.

Birdie is fifteen when she realizes she wants to be just like her daddy. He is in politics, she wants to do the same. They definitely do not have the same ideas. She’s liberal as can be, he’s more moderate. She wants change. He tells her it takes time. she wants it now. During her high school summers, she goes to D.C. and works as an intern in a congresswoman’s office. She doesn’t do much more than make copies, send faxes, and get coffee, but she’s in the room where it happens. She is seeing how the world works and how real change gets made. she tells herself one day she’ll work in one of these offices still. Of course, when that happens, her name will be on the door. It will be her office. It will be her changes that are being made.

She gets into Astor with no trouble. It’s her dream school. She’s going to become something there, surely. How could she not ? 

Connection Ideas

and they were roommates ( oh my god, they were roommates ): listen give me a machiavelli for her to share a room with. if they’re on good terms, think of it as a long sleepover. birdie loves to gossip. she paints her toes cherry red, and she’ll paint her roommates’, too, if they’re nice. she’ll chit chat and charm their way into their heart quick as a whip. OF COURSE, they could find birdie annoying. if that’s the case, consider this: birdie’ll try to kill ‘em with kindness and a ton of ‘ bless your heart ‘s. /// OPEN

for the love of appearances : consider this: birdie, proud, in heels that would make her mama’s heart stop, you by her side, looking just as good. a relationship for the image, nothing more. maybe behind closed doors, they bicker like hell and they hate each other. maybe they’re friends. who’s to say .we can definitely play around. there are a lot of options and variables. /// OPEN

hook up hell : listen, birdie loves her appearance. hook ups ? don’t look good for a politician. but they’re fun as hell, and who’s to say a girl can’t enjoy herself every once in a while ? i imagine birdie has joked about making her hook ups sign a non-disclosure agreement before. she was also probably only half kidding. also we can decide if there are real feelings ????? if there’s angst ??????????? love angst here. /// OPEN

friends : okay so birdie is a firecracker, super sociable, super fun ( with limits tho let’s be real -- a politician can have nO SKELETONS IN HER CLOSET ). she’s got a cherry red convertible, a credit card with no limit ---- she likes impressing her friends. i’m not saying she buys her friends, but if the shoe fits ..... /// OPEN

rich bitch friends : birdie’s something of a socialite slash heiress slash really doesn’t ever need to work if she didn’t want to sort of person ?? i imagine she grew up around a lot of people in similar positions ???? so like childhood friends ????? not close, but forced together by obligation ?????? we can EXPLORE /// OPEN

idk my bff jill : listen, birdie needs at least one real friend, someone who sees her beyond the red lipstick and cat-eye mascara. they take away the charm and the southern drawl and they see someone who’s scared of not reaching their goals, who’s scared of losing their mama entirely, someone who just wants to be liked. /// CLOSED to ESTELLA

enemies : c’mon someone must have to not like birdie, i’m sorry, it’s true. there are so many possibilities. maybe birdie’s ambition rubs them the wrong way. maybe birdie is just .... too much. maybe they don’t like her wealth. a loooooot of options.  /// OPEN