#i WILL be making fun of chilean coffee again

[theperksofbeingstupid]

fuuuuuck this shit im starting ordem tonight while i work on my paper

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake's podcast - Chile

published 2022-01-12

When we saw the playlist, we guessed the theme would be something to do with the spanish language and loads of room for anecdotes; we were close, the topic is the country of Chile and anecdotes-a-plenty..(so this might be a long post)

Flake starts with two big secrets that you probably never would have guessed:

he is a big Rolling Stones fan (although he thinks that when Charlie Watts died, that was the end of the Rolling Stones and you can't be fan of something that doesn't exist, so he *was* a big fan)

he is grew up in the GDR

(well, okay, you might have known after all 😁)

But what you might not know is that Flake is passionate about everything to do with Chile (he shares this passion with former GDR chief Erich Honecker).

This started at a very young age when in 1973 in Chile there was a Coup d'Etat against the government of socialist president Salvador Allende. The government was overthrown, Mr. Allende killed, and control of the country was taken over by the military. Flake's teacher at pre-school had the kids draw all kinds of cards in support of Luis Corvolán and encourage the citizens of the country (the GDR being a fellow socialist country, obviously very committed to helping). Flake was very excited and 3 years later Mr. Corvolán was released, surely because of all the cards from the east german kids.

Coincidently also another big event in Flake's life in 1973: Berlin hosted the youth event 'Weltfestspiele' 10th edition where kid's bands from all over the world came and played. Flake and his brother went to watch daily, but because they had to be home in time (Flake was 6, his brother 3 years older), they only ever heard the soundcheck of the bands. But at the time soundchecks were a lot of fun, because the bands always tried to show off a bit, show what they could do with their instruments. And that's what started Flake's love for playing music: he wanted to do those cool soundchecks.

(a band at the 1973 Weltfestspiele, from link)

Then one day teacher introduced a new pupil: Martin from Chile. Teacher was very active in making Martin feel at home and learning the language and in return Martin taught her a Chilean kid's song that teacher then taught the class. At 0h11 Flake sings the song (what he remembers from it). Everybody wanted to be his friend, not in the least because he had the coolest toys from 'the west' and so much of it, like Flake had never seen before. But Martin had only just arrived in the GDR and he had difficulty with the language so after a year he had to do the year over and didn't go to the next schoolyear with Flake and the others. (Martin's brother Alvaro was in Flake's brother's class.)

The socialist/communist GDR government was still very much supporting their communist Chilean comrades and many were invited to move to the GDR and a few years later (in 5th grade, 0h20) a new Chilean pupil joined the class: Paulo (he had lived in Rostock before). And to Flake's big joy Paulo was seated next to him. Maybe because Flake was the best pupil in the class, but more likely because the seat next to Flake waa empty. And again Flake was excited, not because Paulo had loads of cool toys like Martin, but Paulo's parents were artists, so they worked at night, and the kids could do what they wanted, party, listen to music (Sex Pistols), smoke their first cigarettes.

What the GDR kids also learned (at 0h27) from their Chilean friends: The GDR was cool ('Geil' in German). The Germans complained about their government, but the Chileans made them see how good they had it: no war, no relatives being killed, always food, school was good, why would you want to be anywhere else?

Ofcourse like all kids, they all had their rebel-phase, meeting up, smoking loads, drinking bad coffee and sing songs like 'I wanna destroy', at 0h29, you can hear them singing it. Flake is pretty sure it's a good thing he didn't become a singer.

By the way at their very first Feeling B concert (0h32), as the interval act for Freygang (when Freygang were having dinner), (by the way, after the first song, the plug fell out of Flake's keyboard), the Freygang fans wanted to throw them off the stage because they hated the music, until Freygang-singer Andre Greiner-Pol got up from behind his plate of potatoes and told the fans to leave Feeling B alone, Flake was so excited, afterwards he told Paulo all about it, and Paulo told him maybe someday he would really play in a band...someday...

All these years later Flake and Paulo are still friends; Flake is keyboarder in Rammstein and Paulo is a fix member of the Rammstein crew.

Flake did sing again however, with his first band Feeling B, especially the songs that singer Aljoscha thought the lyrics were too dumb. And one song Paulo helped Flake use some spanish texts: Kim Wilde (at 0h33). Last time they played this live (0h36) was at Aljoscha's funeral, because this was one of the songs that he didn't sing anyway. They wouldn't play it anymore, Feeling B has ceased to exist.

As he got older, Flake got involved with many Chilean artists, played street theater with them. (That the artists stole the microphones at the gig, wasn't really very socialist/communist (where everything was supposed to be fairly divided and available), but maybe it was a bit punk, so okay...)

Paulo went back to Chile to study for a year, then returned to the GDR, Flake and him even rented a house together (monthly rent 25 German Marks), they painted together (1h02). Washed dishes in a restaurant (and occasionally ate there, Empanades are still a Flake-fave).

When at some point the band 'Die Ärzte' reunited (1h18) and got a new baseplayer Rod, Flake was thrilled to find out that Rod turned out to be Chilean as well. Rod was probably less excited, because as the bands got to know eachother and mingle, Flake always pestered Rod with questions about Chile (and ofcourse 'Hey, are you from Chile...do you know Paulo' as if there are only 2 Chileans in the world (well, 4, including Martin and Alvaro)). Rod was very critical of Rammstein from the start, which Flake thinks is really cool, that Rod stands up for what he likes or doesn't. Flake is still a big fan of Die Ärzte, and Rod is now a Rammstein-fan; at least that's what he told Flake.

After Die Ärzte at 1h24 Flake plays 'Universal Gonzales'. The link? The singer is Rod's sister.

When years later (1h37) Rammstein played South-America as supporting act to Kiss (not that Kiss knew them, but who cares), they decided to bring Paulo along. Paulo and Flake even spent a while in a house of Paulo's aunt there when Paulo showed him around (when Paulo's father a while later also travelled there and stayed in the same house, the janitor mentioned that 'two gays' had stayed there...dad had to explain that those weren't two gays, but 'my son and the keyboarder from Rammstein'). In the end they played all over South-America, except in Chile, because the organizer of that gig ran away with the money and the concert fell through. Paulo became a Rammstein crewmember after that and travelled all over the world with the band (after they persuaded him to get a German passport, because with his Chilean passport, lots of countries considered him a refugee and didn't allow him to enter the country for fear he wouldn't leave..)

So many anecdotes....well one more:

At 1h41 Flake plays La Piragua from Los Wavanco, and this immediately triggers a Pavlov reaction: Flake's starts sweating from fear, gets nervous, thinks he forgot something, keyboard has broken down...why? Because this is the song Till always plays backstage at every Rammstein-gig, dances to it to get in the mood, get relaxed and get pepped up right before going on stage 😊

(Still not had enough? More of my ramblings of Flake's podcasts)

[pedrostan]

Quarantine, why do you hate me?

Summary: Being roommates with a guy is hard, being roommates with a man you will simp for is beyond compare.

pairings: Pedro Pascal x y/n

Warnings: smut ( masturbation ,showerhead, getting caught, fingering,nakedness)

word count:1.5k

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It was hard to be roommates with a man like Pedro, the gorgeous Chilean became your roommate more than 6 months ago when you came across an Ad in the window of your local coffee shop, the AD was simple, looking for dog sitter, room available, rent paid, own necessities provided by yourself, contact xxx xxx xxx, you either got lucky by being the first to call or you were unlucky when you met the man you had being simping for since you saw him in game of thrones.

Thinking back, you can’t actually believe your luck, especially after having to endure the long days of Pedro walking around the house in nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs, showing off his muscles that you wish to lick and that little happy trail going down to the one thing you have thought of most. Ever since the pandemic hit and you were put onto lockdown, there was not much else to do expect watch TV and dream about Pedro.

It didn’t help that he seemed to be teasing you every chance he got, walking around without a shirt, or in grey sweatpants, cuddling up to you the couch, giving you massages that had you nearly moaning his name and constantly teasing you and tickling you. It was normal and fun until you decide to try and tease him.

It started off simple really, all it was was you walking into the kitchen one day in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of tight shorts that hugged your ass perfectly, Pedro completely stopped eating his cereal, letting the spoonful fall out his mouth as he watched you tie up your Nike sneakers.

“where are you going?” he asked.

“For a run, Edgar needs the air” you simply replied, smirking at the feeling of his eyes trailing your ass as you attach Edgar’s collar to his lead.

“Ill come with” is his reply, you turn around to protest but see that he is already walking out of his room in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and his Nike boots. He smirks when he notices your gaze linger on his muscles, especially his neck. It causes you to blush when he simply says, “Close your mouth you will catch flies” and with that the dread of what this run will bring crushes you.

You had been running for quite some time now, deciding to run along one of the more scenic trails, where the sun shone down on Pedro and cause his muscles to glow some like Greek god and caused the wet patch in your pants to become bigger and making the heat in your core to become an absolute inferno.

Too busy in your thoughts to notice him suddenly stopping, you run straight into his back.

“are you ok?” he asks and turns to look at you the sun hits his brown locks causing you to forget everything in existence except his name, nodding your head you move to rock and decide to sit there and catch your breath during this impromptu break.

Noticing Pedro’s smirk at your longing gaze you decide to play dirty, taking your water bottle you take a huge gulp of water letting some of it “accidently” run down your chest and wet your sports bra. You smirk as you catch Pedro following a water droplet down your chin onto your chest and down your cleavage, you clear your throat and watch as Pedro jumps and quickly looks away, trying to hide his blush at being caught. Finally, having caught your breath you stand and simple say “Come on Papi, let’s go home” you start running back with Edgar following close to you.

You yelp when Pedro sprints past you, his hand having connect with your ass leaving you a wet mess, as you hope you can win this teasing competition.

You get home not long after that, you and Pedro are both flushed and you realise that it is not just from the run deciding to shower first you quickly rush into the bath room and make quick work of getting into the cold shower, after sitting in the shower for 5 minutes and it having done nothing to appease your hunger for Pedro, you decide to take the handheld showerhead to help appease your lust, after adjusting the water temperature and pressure you get it just right and aim at your throbbing clit, you nearly scream at the sensation and close your eyes imagining Pedro in the shower with you, pinning you against the wall and kissing you hard, his kisses moving down your jaw to your neck where he sucks a mark onto your pulse point and continuing further until he reaches your tits where he licks everywhere except your nipples.

Becoming needy you grab his brown locks and pull his head towards your nipple where he sucks it before alternating to the other. You feel his one hand on your hip the other moving between your legs where he slowly starts to pump to fingers into you, moaning at the sensation you enjoy the feeling of his large hands exploring your body and you nearly scream as his fingers brush on the one sweet spot inside of you, feeling him smile against your chest as he continues to suck on your nipples you moan loud and let him turn you around “are you ready baby girl?” he whispers seductively into your ear as he nibbles your earlobe, “si, papi” you say as he adjusts your legs separating them to ensure he has enough space to be able to pound into you.

You feel the tip of his large cock brush against you –

*knock knock*

“Y/n is everything okay? You were screaming and moaning? Rather loudly.” Pedro says through the door causing you to drop the handheld shower head.

“Y/n? what was that?” Pedro asks, worry can be heard in his voice as the doorknob twists and he slowly steps in.

You are a deer caught in headlights and do nothing to cover your body, instead blushing as you watch Pedro’s eyes rake over your body and his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he makes eye contact with you.

“baby girl, if you wanted me all you had to do was ask.” Pedro says, as he smirks and starts walking towards the shower.

“Papi, please fuck me” you manage to whimper out, too embarrassed about being caught and too needy to think about saying something else.

Pedro growls as he rips his shorts and boxers off, you watch him stalk toward the shower and your eyes never leave his long, thick cock. You gulp at the sight, but your eye never leaves the gorgeous appendage, and you can’t believe how pretty and well groomed it is. You look up Pedro just as he is stepping into the shower and you notice the smirk in his kissable lips and the hunger in his eyes. He pulls you into him and into a hot and rough kiss that leaves your head spinning as you feel his tongue ask for entrance, which you easily grant.

To distracted by the feeling of his lips and his tongue exploring your mouth, you fail to notice the hand moving towards your centre until two of his fingers enter you.

Pedro pulls away from the kiss to stare down at where his hands are, “fuck baby, you are soaking” he says as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace, your hands grip his shoulders as he easily finds your g-spot the moan you let out indicating that to him.

“Papi, I’m close” you manage to whimper and feel him smirk against your neck as he continues to mark.

All of a sudden, he is off you and turning you around to face the wall, “feet apart baby” he says, and you obediently comply. You wait a whole minute without feelings his hands on you and just before you turn around you feel the spray of the showerhead hit your clit causing you to scream at the high pressure, he has adjusted it to.

“come for me baby, let me make you come and then I can rock your world” He says as he groans watching you come apart at the seams. His other hand moves to your neck where he gently chokes you and this is what sends you over screaming “Papi” over and over again as Pedro lets you ride out your high with the showerhead aimed at your throbbing clit.

Your legs give out causing you to nearly collapse to the floor, luckily Pedro caught you, he took you out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around you before turning the shower off. He then picked you up and carried you to his bed where he gently put you down and helped you into one of his shirts before putting on a pair if boxers and laying down next to you.

You roll over and stare at him “Pedro, I – “you start but he kisses you and simply says “I know, and I feel the same, but rest now and tomorrow Ill let you pleasure your Papi”.

You smile at his words as he gathers you in his arms and the comforting sound of his heartbeat helps you drift to sleep.

[siempre-pedro]

Spanish Study Methods

Pedro Pascal x Reader College AU! SMUT

Summary: It’s midterms and like everyone else you’re cramming in the library. Pedro, the kind boyfriend that he is offers to help you study... in the back of the library with his hands all over you. 

Warnings:  SMUT. 

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I’m a slut for this man and college au’s what more can I say! My Spanish skills are at like a 1 don’t roast me. Also had a dream about this so there’s that. 

Strong coffee flowed through your veins, proven by how fast your pink highlighter was tapping on your open Spanish textbook. Your hair was a mess and face red from the frustration at the words in front of you. 6 weeks of your Spanish 1 class and you felt like you learned nothing, with your midterm in 2 days cramming in the NYU library was your only option.

Glancing up with tired eyes you spot Pedro talking to one of the volunteer librarians, you perked up knowing that he could help you with the language “Pedro!” you shouted in a hushed tone. The man looked in your direction and took out one of his earbuds, making his way over to your table. “��Qué onda?” he asks cooly, sitting across from you. What the fuck did he just say? Pedro chuckles and leans back in the chair “What’s up?” he translates.

“I need your help,” you plead. “My exam is in 2 days and I forgot everything,” you shove the textbook in his direction and he looks down, shaking his head.

“It’s Spanish,” he remarks with a knowing smirk.

“I know that dipshit,” you groan, “please help me Pedro.”

“You know if you weren’t going out with that theatre guy every night you might get shit done.” Your eyes lower in frustration and toss your pen to the side, topping it off with a kick to his shin. “That’s you,” you whine. “Please.”

Feeling the satisfaction Pedro grins and takes the text book in his hands, flipping back to the first page “Te ves estresada,” he notices, looking at you sympathetically. You took a moment to pick out the phrase. “I feel stressed,” you answer slowly, every word coming out like a question.

An idea sparks inside the Chilean’s head, it was a win-win situation…you practice for your test and you both get off. The thrill of what he wanted to do was bubbling inside him. Pedro closes the book and takes his foot, running it up to leg until he moved your thighs apart.

“What are you doing?” You ask, sitting up straight. “Ah ah ah, in Spanish,” he taunts.

“Uh… ¿Qué haces?”

“Muy bein, come with me,” he orders, standing up and taking a look at his surroundings. the library was mostly empty, 8:30 on a Tuesday night, 30 minutes before close wasn’t the most lively scene but it did make for a nice quickie in the history section in the back.

You follow behind him, your phone tucked into one of the pockets of your powder blue sundress and a textbook tucked under your arm. Pedro ignored every question and every complaint as he walked towards the back of the building. The farther you got, the fewer people you saw and it really made you wonder when you passed the language section.

“Pedro, why are we here?” you demand. Pedro like before doesn’t answer, instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the end of the aisle and pins you against the cold wall “P-Pedro.”

Pedro’s soft lips connect with the side of your neck, his hands holding you in place by your waist. His teeth nibble at your soft skin, quietly letting out a pleased moan "Pedro? What do you call me?" he asks quietly, spreading your legs apart with his jean-clad knee.

Your mouth hangs open slightly, your chest rising "P-Papi," you answer with a hushed moan. Pedro pulls back and grins, one of his hands releasing your waist and connecting it with your jaw. "Papi?" he repeats in a mocking shocked tone "Very naughty, Princesa... don't be so vulgar in a library," he chuckles, trailing his hand from your jaw, down your throat, making it's way to the valley of your breasts and your heart was beating strongly through your chest.

You roll your eyes and run your fingers through his brown hair "Mi Amor," you call him, a smile gracing your lips. That smile turns into a twisted face of pleasure when he touches your clothed core.

"Now. How this is going to work, Princesa is every time you answer correctly I'm going to make you feel so good," he growls, "if you get it wrong... I take one of these books and drop it on the ground. You don't want one of these librarians to find you with my cock inside you, do you?" His eyes look up at you wide and innocent, the man was far, far from innocent. His middle finger stroking along your panties, slowly, almost painful from the anticipation.  

"N-no," you pant.

"Good girl, are you ready?"

"Yes." Pedro frowns and slaps the side of your thigh "Si!" you shriek. He sets the book and study guide against the books on the shelf next to him and starts out nice and easy. You deserve the pleasure after the countless caffeine fueled study sessions.

"Let's start with vocabulary... how do you say focus?"

"Uh....  el enfoque?"

"Very good, Baby." Pedro drops to his knees and nudges your legs apart. A finger slips into your panties and pulls them aside, and with a satisfied moan, he gets close and licks a long stripe up your pussy.

A moan threatens to leave your lips, your eyes flutter upward and your lips slightly part "Pedro," you moan quietly. Pedro pulls back and looks at the study guide.

"La entrada de blog?"

"B-blog entry," you moan, knowing you got it right. He doesn't respond with affirmation that she got it right, but he does take his tongue and slowly starts to lap at your aching clit. "Fuck- Pedro you're so good at this," you whisper, your fingers finding their way to his soft brown hair, pulling him in more.

His warm hands trail up the soft skin of your thighs, tongue flicking your sensitive clit. It felt so good to feel him like this in a risky setting and it made it even more fun that he was on his knees for you. "I-I need more Pedro. Please, Mi Amor. Please," you beg, your breaths becoming shallow. Your boyfriend laughs and pulls away "Ok last one before I turn the page... comprar?"

Fuck. You look up at the ceiling and bit your lip, you had no idea but you went with what it sounded like "to compare." Pedro slowly shakes his head and those innocent eyes lowered. He takes a thick book from off the shelf and slams it on the ground next to you. You jump and pulls his hair to move him away, clenching your legs and lowering your skirt. Pedro laughed and turned his head to make sure no one was coming to find what the noise was. Your eyes flickered rapidly, checking from side to side, the heat o pleasure and embarrassment rising to your cheeks. Once the coast was clear Pedro turns to you "Don't get it wrong, Hermosa. They'll come find us," he taunts before pulling up your dress again. "Tell me you love me."

"Te amo, Pedro," you whisper, "That's not on the study guide."

"I know... I just like to hear you say it," he grumbles before pulling your panties aside and pushing in a finger into your wanting cunt. Your moans was music to his ears and he worked his finger up and down into you nice and slow.

"I'm ready for another," you pant, "I need another finger, p-please!" "Phrases. Today is Saturday."

"Hoy es sábado," you reply correctly, earning her another finger. His pointer and middle finger made a 'come here' motion inside her, brushing against her g-spot.

"Oh fuck. O-oh that feels so good." Your legs began to shake as he moved them faster. Oh God you wanted to cum so bad, the butterflies started to fill your stomach, knowing him, he would stop as soon as told him that you wanted to cum.

"You look tense... are you going to cum for me?" He pouts, his lips forming a small pout.

"Y-yes. I want to c-um...fuck! Pedro please more, more, more," you quietly squeal, your hand reaching down to cover his.

"Yo necesito un telefolo...translate and I'll fuck that pretty pussy of yours," he offered.

"I need a telephone. Now fuck me."

Pedro pulls his fingers out and quickly rises to his feet, taking a look around before his eyes lock onto your red cheeks. He chuckles lowly a takes his wet fingers and presses them to your lips "Chupar," he commands. Your lips part and allow him to fuck your mouth with your fingers like he said to do.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growls. He took his free hand and pulled out another book, a thin paperback one that looked brand new. New in the history section? It made you laugh. He slams the book, making a louder sound than you thought on the ground and you push him away.

"You didn't ask me anything," you gasp. The man chuckles and cups your breast, leaning in to place a sloppy kiss on your lips. If Pedro knew anything it was how to kiss, one kiss like the one he just gave you and you were putty in his hands. You pressed the bulge in his jeans  

"That one was just for fun," he tells you before turning you to the side. Though the books to you could see the librarians station in the distance. The girl sat with her nose in a book, completely unaware. Or so you thought until Pedro dropped another book on the ground. The smack was so loud the librarian looked up from her book and looked around her. You gasp and duck your head, blending in with the books.

Pero snickers and takes a fistful of your hair, pulling you up "Should we continue?" You moan and do your best to nod through the tight grip he had on your hair.

"¿Qué te gusta leer?"

"Do you like to read?"

"No, I'd rather fuck you in a library than read," he jokes, unbuckling his belt and letting his hard cock free. He moans at the relief and bends you over, gripping the soft flesh of your ass "Fuck. So pretty, and all mine." The tip of his cock slowly began to push inside you, and your pussy stretched around him nicely. The slight pain of his girth made you wince, an uncomfortable groan reaching his ears "¿Estás bien?"

"Si," you groan.

He lovingly rubbed your back, his cock now fully settled inside you. His moans made you smile, they were so...pretty.  "You feel so good," he moans.

"Move. Please I-I need it."

Pedro tsk's and looks down at the study guide "¿Qué hora tienes?"

"What time is it?" You answer, pushing back on his dick. He grips your hips tightly, slowly rocking his hips. "Mas. Mas, Pedro," you whisper desperately.

"Patience, Hermosa. We've got a couple of minutes before this place closes. How do say you say...f-fuck- God you feel so good," his sentence is cut off by a low growl when you clenched around his length. He couldn't resist going a little faster to build his orgasm. You smile in pride and turn to look at his pleasure etched expression. His hair pushed back and tiny beads of sweat forming at the top of his forehead. He looked so sexy like this, a blush on his cheeks and that vein in his neck popping.

"Fuck the study guide, Pedro! I want to cum," you tell him sternly. He obliges and speeds up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping threatening to alert someone.

You moan breathlessly and let your fingernails claw at the cold metal of the bookshelf "You feel so good. O-ohh-oh fuck me, Pedro." The pads of his fingers dig into your flesh, you were bound to let small round bruises in the morning. But fuck you wanted them! Every time he left bruises after sex he made sure to kiss them in the morning and tell you he was sorry.

One of his hands snake up her chest, they were so smooth, you noticed as his large hand grips your throat. Pulling you up, your back connects with his chest. His small grunts and growls flooding your ears, you reach down to touch your clit and rub it quickly, his noises alone could make you cum.

He finds your lips and captures them with his, a sloppy dominating kiss. The position made the tip of his cock tough the right place inside you. Letting out a small gasp you whisper to him "Right there, Pedro. Right there. I-I'm going to cum."

"Cum on my cock, Princesa. Don't let them hear you." The pleasure pooled in your core, swirling around your clit until your legs went weak. A quiet, erotic moan left your lips as your orgasm washed over you. Exhausted you lean forward...too forward. Your hand extends and knocks several books off the shelf. Your wide eyes flash up to the librarian who was putting her book down to come investigate.

Pushing Pedro away you started breathing heavily "She's coming!" you tell him panicked. Pedro quickly pulled out and fumbled with his pants. There was no escape, she would catch you two as you tried to make a run for it. " Mi Amor," he calls, tossing a book in your direction. You catch it and sat down, nice and innocent of the floor, opening the book in the center. Quickly fixing your hair and wiping the sweat off of you while Pedro opened a book and leaned against the shelf, crossing his legs in such a way the obvious bulge couldn't be seen.

"Are you two ok?" The librarian asks with concern as she stood at the entrance of the aisle. Pedro looks up from his book in mock shock, he laughs and looks at the hole of missing books.

"We're fine," he says casually "I didn't want to put the book down it was really interesting. We'll pick those up and be on our way." That charming bastard.

You look at him with a knowing smile and turned the page. The librarian pushed her glasses higher on her nose and nodded her head "Have a goodnight, kids."

"We will. Thank you, Ma'am," Pedro closes the book and puts it back on the shelf, grabbing your textbook and study guide when she walked away. You stand up and put your book next to the one he put away. You lean in and press your bodies together, pouting at him.

"Do you think I'll pass?" you ask.

"Of course, your Spanish is awful but this shit's easy."

You snort "Helpful," you respond sarcastically.

"You did fine, Y/N. How about we go home and finish what we started?" He lowers his head and kisses you softly on the lips.

"The sex or studying?" you ask as you pull away.

He rolls his eyes and starts to walk away, putting his arm around you to make you go with him "Sex of course."

[fahhhhq]

Just Love Me

Episode One

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Female Reader

“Warnings”: Fluffy fluff. Language (cursing.)  Sexual implications. Alcohol. And mention of weed. 

Summary: Who would have thought that six months ago getting high with a guy outside a club could lead to the best relationship ever.

Song: LOVE. - Kendrick Lamar

I had never been to Chile, and now that I was here, I wondered why I hadn’t come sooner. And then I thought “oh yeah, because I didn't have a Chilean boyfriend before.” I set my stuff down in the room that we were going to be staying for the holidays and it just made me giddy.

“Baby, you want me put your makeup bag in the bathroom or here in the room?” Pedro asked from the door.

I turned from where I was now standing, looking out the window, “Uh, in the bathroom, thank you.”

He winked at me and smile, “No problem.” I grinned in return.

I turned back to the window and got nervous. I was about to meet the rest of Pedro’s family and I was fucking nervous. His brothers and sister already liked me, cause I’m obviously awesome, but now I was meeting the aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. That was a whole different story in the Latino community. It was a big deal. It meant we were serious, me and Pedro, and that made me feel nervous and fucking ecstatic.

I head footsteps behind me and then arms encircle my waits, I leaned back into Pedro’s embrace and inhaled his scent, “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” I said still looking out the window.

He looked at me, “Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

I turned in his arms, “I’m a bit nervous.”

Pedro laughed, “Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why?’ I’m gonna meet your family-family and that’s a big fucking deal.”  

He still continues to laugh and then gives me a peck on the lips, my nose, the side of my mouth and then my mouth again. “No te pongas nerviosa, they’re going to love you like I do.”

“Sureeee,” I say smiling and rolling my eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Mas te vale,” he says threatening me, “Now come on, we have to go get dinner ready.”

He let go and walked to the door, I just looked at him with an arched brow, “We?”

He groaned and laughed, “Yes, we, I’m going to help you guys chop stuff. I’m dangerous with a knife, young lady.”

I walked to him, “Emphasis on the dangerous, baby.” I laughed.

He just laughed and smacked my butt.

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Pedro’s aunt, sister and stepmom were back from the store and were now in the kitchen putting down the groceries when Pedro and I entered. His aunt looked at me and grinned, “Hola, mija, nos vas a ayudar?” She looked at me expectantly for my answer about helping them cook.

“Claro! Estaba arreglando nuestra ropa, pero ya estoy lista!” I go to help take out the groceries out the bag and then start to wash them. “What are we going to cook?” I ask the ladies.

Pedro’s stepmom and aunt speak at the same time, “Porotos Granados y Pastel de Choclo y Humitas.”

I just stare at them with a questioning look, “Uhh, I don’t know what that is.”

Pedro’s sister, Javiera, laughs, “Porotos Granados is fresh bean stew, and Pastel de Choclo y Humitas is corn and beef casserole and Humitas.”

My stomach growls from just the description, “Well sign me up, let’s do this!”

The ladies laugh and tell me what to cut. Pedro joins in on the fun and starts chopping veggies next to me, bumping me, making me cut the veggies in weird big and small shapes. “Stop, I’m trying to do a good job, and if I mess up, I’m going to stab you and make it look like an accident, you're not the only good actor around here, buddy,” I whisper.

He bumps into me once more laughing, making his eyes little, “You don’t scare me, I’m invincible!” he exclaims.

I motion to stab him, and he stops laughing, “Sorry, sorry, kidding!”

“That’s what I thought,” I grin, then look at all the ladies in the kitchen laughing to themselves watching Pedro and I playfight, but in my mind, its foreplay. In my mind I want to grab his hand, drag him to our room and fuck him against the wall, then go back to the kitchen and finish cooking. And he knows what im thinking because he winks, gives me a kiss on the cheek and squeezes my thigh.

Fifteen minutes later and all the vegetables and meats are finally cut and ready to be prepared. Pedro’s mom and aunt start preparing the food, the rest of us start pounding grape and head to the living room to join the other people joining us for Christmas Eve dinner.

Pedro and I sit down next to his grandfather, Tata as he likes to call him, me in the middle, Pedro puts his arm around me and pulls me towards him. We click glasses and take a sip of our wine. I settle into him and just feel at ease.

I look back at Pedro and give him a devilish grin, “Are we gonna get fucked up like we did when we met, or what?”

He laughs, “Fuck yeah,” he says and then finishes off his wine. “Finish yours so I can refill our glasses.”

I chug the rest of my wine and regret it instantly, “Ugh, wine is not meant to be chugged.”

He chuckles, gives me a peck on the lips and goes to the kitchen. I turn to his grandpa and ask him if he’s hungry, “Ya esta listo para comer?”

He grunts and sighs, frustration written all over his face, “No eh comido desde el medio dia, no se cuanto mas van a durar estas mujeres.”

I laugh, “No creo que duren mas, ya mero estaba listo cuando nos venimos a sentar.”

He sighs again, “Pos ojala.”

Pedro comes back and hands me my almost-full glass of wine, “What are you guys talking about?”

I take a sip, “How we’re starving.”

“Actually, my stepmom told me to come in here and tell everyone that the food will be ready in five minutes,” Pedro says to everyone in the living room, including the rest of his siblings, nephews and uncles, and sits in the coffee table in front of me and his grandpa.

“Awesome,” I say and clink glasses with Pedro, holding eye contact.

“Y ustedes cuando se van a casar?” Both Pedro and I almost choke on our wine when his grandpa asks us when we’re going to get married. We had never really gotten into that topic because well we’d only been going out for a little over six months and there was no reason to talk about it, right? We were enjoying what we had, and yeah maybe we had talked about getting married, and we both were open to the idea, but that’s as far as that ever went. But I did see building a life with Pedro. Waking up next to him every morning, at least when he wasn’t off filming something somewhere, talking to him about our days, getting drunk and high together, something that we had loved to do since we started dating, and that was just the beginning. I wanted to do so much stuff with him.

We both cleared our throats and I spoke before Pedro did because he seemed stumped by the question, “Quien tiene apuro? Yo no,” I said to his grandfather and then winked at Pedro. I wasn’t in a hurry to get married, and I wanted Pedro to know that. To at least know that I wasn’t expecting a ring anytime soon but was open to it.

His grandpa laughs, “Yo tengo apuro, quiero mas bisñetos antes que me muera!” and then everyone in the living room laughed, us included, at his admittance that he wants more great grandchildren before he dies.

Pedro and I just look at each other and widen our eyes, each admitting to each other how fucking awkward this was.

Pedro beats me to a punch when he sees that now I’m stumped with his grandpa’s confession, “Todavia no, Tata, vamos a ver que pasa, todavia ni estamos comprometidos.” Pedro saying that we’re not yet engaged and that then we’ll see what happens makes me blush, and its not the wine.

Pedro’s step-mom yells from the kitchen that dinner is ready, and I sigh a breath of relief. This conversation was getting out of hand. Everyone heads to the kitchen enthusiastically and Pedro and I lag.

He wraps an arm around my waist and gives me a kiss on the cheek, “You OK?”

I just lean into his embrace, “I’m perfect, por que?”

“You know how families are about marriage and kids.”

I just shrug, “I’m seriously OK with it, my family is the same exact way and I mean, its our lives, right? If we ever decide to get married or have kids, that’ll be on us.”

He smiles sweetly, “Just you and me, baby.”

“I fucking love you,” I say and then kiss him deeply, knowing that no one is around us, so I deepen the kiss, catching him off-guard.

He exhales, “Damn, we’ll definitely finish that later.” Then gives me a quick kiss before leading me to the kitchen by the hand.

When we get to the kitchen table, he pulls the chair out for me, and when he sits next to me, he leans over to me and whispers in my ear, “I fucking love you, too.”

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[makeupbychio]

to our baby // C.H

Pairing : Calum Hood x Female Reader.

Words : 7.9k

Summary : You’re a makeup artist from Brazil, and by accident you met Calum on Christmas Eve in a Uber. The question is whose Uber was it? Yours or his? but one thing is for sure, he believes in soulmates. A glimpse of your pregnancy in a video.

Warnings : Fluff, fluff and fluff. Angst, mentions of miscarriage and blood. 

Inspired by : Kylie Jenner’s pregnancy video. I don’t know if you like Kylie but Stormi is the real goat. Classic rom com movies. Love for Brazil and the family that I have there. Blue music video by Beyoncé. Kehlani’s pregnancy. Baby fever.

a/n : hi babies, so I love dad!sos more than myself. I poured my heart on this one and hope you like it. Feedback is more than welcome and love y’all. Happy reading. Also this give me such rich vibes because, duh, successful parents. Also I did the moodboard and it’s the first time I did one.

2 months

Your best friend Natali decided to start recording this moment, and that’s how your video starts with a soft piano melody that Calum created for the entire video.

“Are you recording this?” you said looking at your bestie’s phone.

“Yeah, cause’ it is official” your bestie said pointing at the doctor’s monitor. A little peanut of 7 weeks growing inside you. Your doctor is rubbing that cold gel in your belly and your eyes are looking at the monitor with bright, shiny, sparkly eyes but inside you are afraid too. “Hi baby, this is your mommy”.

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3 days ago…

You’re in a cafe with your best friend, it’s almost night time when you decided to go for a cup of hot chocolate and a good slice of cake that you’d been craving the whole week. Calum, your boyfriend is on press tour promoting the last two singles so you’d been hanging out with your best friend.

Once you’re walking back to your place, suddenly you started to feel like crap and disgusted by the smell of coffee that a stranger was drinking and passed by you. Your best friend noticed when you gagged and told you to hold on till the next shop.

“Hi Marcela!” your bestie said to the cashier of the shop. You should have say hi too but you ran to the bathroom. “Sorry, she ate something” she said waiting for you in the other side of the door. Once you were done you were still feeling like trash.

“Hi Marcela and don’t worry I didn’t spot anything” you said. Marcela’s your best friend’s cousin. They’re from Brazil, so do you. She works in a big pharmacy, that the owner’s her brother, Pablo. “How is that pretty boy who plays the guitar?” she asked you, and you laughed that she didn’t ask about how are you.

“You just saw him a couple of weeks ago” you said. “How are you tho?”.

“Ya’ know, excited for the surgery” she said referring to her breast surgery and you’re so happy to see her finally in the process of a trans woman. “Well, before you go you should go back to the bathroom with this, on the house” she said giving you a pregnancy test. Before you refused, Marcela interrupted you. “Your boyfriend’s birthday party was wild so I’m just sayin’” your best friend gave her a look to behave. “I mean I don’t judge you with that hottie and a wild night” she said pushing you back to the bathroom.

You didn’t give her an answer, because she was right of what happened that night after you and Calum were alone. Ugh, in that moment you wanted him in the other side of that door and not your friends that are just making you more nervous.

“I would like to have his babies too if I could” Marcela tried to break the ice of this moment with a joke and your best friend punched her to be quiet. “What?! I’m just trying to make her laugh”.

“Y/N? U okay? 10 minutes have passed” Natali said knocking the door.

“I’m too coward to look at the result” you said in a shy voice in the other side. Your friends looked at each other and encouraged you by telling you that whatever the result is they are going to be with you and support you.

You left the bathroom to show them the two lines in the test. It’s positive. You’re pregnant. It wasn’t the first time tho, but that story’s for later.

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“This is how I found out about you” your best friend said to the camera. “Your mother and I were living our lives having fun and working hard when she met your father”.

“I think that the story of your parents is unique, your dad loves to tell how he met your mother” Mali said to the camera.

“Once I saw in a well known tv show that you met your soulmate three times before being together. I didn’t believe it cause’ I used to think that love is a scam but one day…” Calum said to the camera. He remembered when he listened that line while watching this tv show he said ‘fuck off’ but kept watching it. Two days after that he finally met you.

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3 years ago…

It was Christmas Eve, and your biggest opportunity in your career as a makeup artist. You won this with a lot of effort. You had 5 clients that day, everyone wanted to get all glam for the day by you. You were late because there was no taxi or Uber available until one driver accepted your call. It was snowing and the Uber arrived outside one of your client’s house and you ran with your suitcases full of makeup.

Once you sat in the back of the car, a guy entered the car too, hurry like you.

“Excuse me?” you asked him. “This is my car, you must have another car plate”.

“Hell nah miss. I’ve been waiting for twelve minutes” he said showing you his phone he noticed your accent and your beauty.

“I have the same one!” you showed him your phone. “Please, I’m late for work” you begged him.

“I’m late too!” he resisted.

“Can you please tell this man that I called you first?” you asked the driver.

“Sorry, the app is crazy today so maybe the system gave to me your calls” the driver said through the rear-view mirror. “But I got her call first, sorry buddy”.

“Ugh thank you! Why you don’t go on your car? For sure you have a car if you live in this neighborhood” you said at the strange man of the leather jacket.

“My car is in the mechanic" he said. “Please please I will call your couple to explain why you are late if you let me take this Uber”.

“Excuse me?! I said I’m late for work!” you were tired and you have two clients left and one of them is a billionaire, so you started to get angry at him who didn’t understand that you’re in a hurry.

“Work? You must have a boring life” he said before leaving the car. You were not going to tell him your life and explain yourself. You thought to gave him the middle finger but it’s not the day for that, you just told the driver to go.

Two months after that episode you were doing a beautiful gold eye look on a tall and handsome guy. He’s so nice and you found cute when he asked you about makeup, skincare and your career.

“So if you want more intensity with the pigment you have to spray setting spray directly to the brush and then take a little of the shadow” you told Luke when you are done with his makeup.

It was the day when they were recording Valentine’s music video.

“Dude we are waiting for you, what the hell?” Calum asked Luke when he arrived the set.

“Sorry the makeup artist is so cool we were talking a little bit. She told me she’s from Brazil and her skin looks amazing. I’m going to say to call her again for the next videos” Luke said showing the guys how amazing he feels with his gold makeup.

Calum wanted a little bit of glitter on his cheeks, but when he went to the room where you did Luke’s makeup. He didn’t find you. Another makeup artist told him that you had to do Lady Gaga’s makeup for a magazine cover when he asked about you.

Calum was going to ask how she ended doing Luke’s makeup if she does biggest celebrities looks because he was surprised and realized that she (you) must be a talented MUA. But he forgot to ask.

Two months after again. 5sos were going to Coachella but not to perform. They were excited for the weekend to have fun and to see all their favorites musicians on stage.

This festival is all about outfits, makeup, accessories, influencers, etc. But also to get to know upcoming good artists from different countries and music genres.

“Ashley how we end up here? I don’t speak portuguese” The boys said to their friend who wanted to see a brazilian artist.

“Me neither! But I love Pabllo so much” Halsey said. “Please, come on! It will be fun I promise”.

Once in the VIP section, Luke hugged a girl that Calum didn’t recognize. 

“Look Y/N” Luke said showing you to rate the glitter he applied.

“It looks amazing!” you said. And after that Luke introduced you to the rest of the boys telling them about the makeup you did on him for Valentine’s video, and Halsey recognized you since she’s a fan of makeup and to be honest you should be the one who is glad to meet her.

“Hey I think I know you from somewhere” Calum said trying to remember your face and before you said something and before the boys said a dirty joke, Calum remembered. “You stole my Uber! It was my Uber”. After a couple of jokes, and you clarifying that you didn’t stole anything, the show started.

Pabllo is the first brazilian drag queen to perform in this huge festival. You were Pabllo’s makeup artist, Calum didn’t need to ask you that. He saw you enjoying the show.

“This look is amazing” Calum said about the pink look you did on Pabllo. You thanked him for that compliment because it took you almost two hours.

“I also did chilean and argentinian artists makeup” you said proud of your work for this two weekends. After this song Pabllo is performing you have to go backstage to touch up the makeup. So after you said bye to everyone and before you went back to work Calum invited you to their place where they are staying for an after party when Beyoncé closes this festival’s day.

And after that, you two have been inseparable.

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Today your career’s immensely different. Today you’re one of the most famous MUA in the industry. With a lot of famous clients, most of them billionaires including people from music, films, fashion industries, etc. You also opened a makeup studio in LA. This took you years, hard work, tears, sweat and blood to be who you’re today, always proud to be an immigrant. Nobody believes you when you told the story how you get into makeup. You come from a poor town in Brazil and every single night when you were in highschool you ran away from home to go to bars and do drag queens makeup, since then you’re friends with Pabllo and every brazilian drag queen.

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��Like I was saying this is how she told your father about you” your best friend said while in the video that moment’s playing. You and Calum are in Arraial Do Cabo beach, your favorite since you have memory. It was sunset time, you were standing in the water holding hands when you told Calum the big new. The 35mm video shows how Calum lifts you up and kisses you so tenderly with the beautiful crystalline water as the background while he kneels to kiss your exposed belly in your bikini.

Of course you asked your doctor if you could travel to Brazil, your homeland. This was a trip that you planned with Calum for so long, you missed your family so much and also you didn’t want to cancel it since it was also Calum’s vacations. Once you arrived back your parents house you told them and your brothers (you’re the younger sibling) the big new. All of them cried and hugged you and for dinner your mom did all of your favorites brazilian dishes and desserts that you missed so much and you have to eat for you and the baby.

It was summer in Brazil and that night there was a storm but hot as fuck, as always. You were looking at the beauty of the city during night while you waited for Calum for bed time after an amazing day. He showed you the pictures he took during the day, he didn’t know if your glow was because you were at home, like when he visits Australia, or if it was the pregnancy. 

The next day you decided to go for a picnic with your family, a tradition you have. You went to the same place that is close to your old house. The picnic area has multiples simple grass courts where kids play football. You filmed the moments when Calum and your brothers started playing with the kids of the neighborhood including your nephews, your heart melted to that view of the children laughing when Calum failed a goal and Calum’s heart melted at the view of you playing with your nephews in the grass and then dancing with them. They love to show you what they had learned about samba and capoeira. The only thing on Calum’s mind was that it feels just right with you and that he can not wait to live what he’s watching, with you. With each of them holding your hands you came back to picnic table.

“Baby you’re going to have amazing avós, tios and primos” you said while filming your family members that picnic day. Your parents kissing your forehead and your brothers filming you playing carefully with them the match. 

“She still has it” your eldest brother said to the camera and then filming the picnic day. You can’t explain how much you love your family. You bought them a house in a good side of the city when you became rich. You were dreaming that your whole life because you came from a really poor part of Brazil but with the hard work of your mom, as a hairdresser, and your dad as a fisherman, you always had food and a house full of love. You consider your step dad like your real father, because he’s been there for you since day one and he taught you almost everything of life.

The first time Calum went to Brazil to meet your family, he already knew about your step dad. He and your brothers were harsh with Calum. The three of them have been always protecting you. When they realized how much Calum loves you, they treated him like family. Calum admires that coming from your step dad, and more than ever he has to show you that he would never do what your biological father did to you. He’s going to be the best dad in the world because he always wanted this with you.

Your last night in Brazil you found yourself looking at the balcony. You were sad for leaving again and for an specific memory. Calum noticed you were not sleeping and he knows you better than himself.

“Why you told me that you were scared to tell me the big new” he asked you. You told him that you didn’t know how he was going to react. And also because you didn’t know if he still wanted a family with you after your miscarriage you had last year.

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1 year ago…

You never understand why the brain always remember the bad moments or the traumas. Sometimes you feel like this happened yesterday and some nights still haunts you. It was your mistake even when everyone told you that it wasn’t your fault. But it was.

You were back from Europe after all the fashion weeks in different countries. You travelled a lot, with no stop doing tons of makeup looks to tons of models to almost every designer that called you. Back in LA you continued with your clients and your studio.

You remembered that night, Calum was back too from the shows they did in Australia and New Zealand. Both of you were exhausted. In the middle of the night you started to feel feverish and thirsty so you went for water downstairs. Before you passed out you felt a strong ache in your back. The noise your body did against the floor got Duke in a second running where you were. He started barking when his help didn’t work which woke up Calum. He knew something was happening because you were not in bed and Duke was desperate. When he found you in the kitchen floor he called emergency when he saw blood in your shorts, he waited the ambulance next to you and holding you all scared because he had no idea what was happening.

In the hospital when the doctors did all the exams and gave you the medication you needed, your doctor went outside to talk to Calum explaining him what happened. You didn’t know you were pregnant until the moment you woke up and your doctor explained to you the same. Your doctor told you that the cause was the non-stop work you did, without eating well or drinking water, sleeping less than 4 hours, too much flights and the baby couldn’t make it. After a couple of days in the hospital to recover, your doctor told you to stay and rest at home all the time you needed. Calum was there for you all the time, taking care of you and letting you know he loves you, even when you felt guilty and barely could look at his eyes.  You always thanked him for what he did because after that you thought he was going to break up with you. Your family, the guys and friends were there for you too and until today you go to a therapist.

Despite all the sadness that brought you the hardest time you had ever lived. It taught you to take care of yourself, to put your health first and to slow down with work even when it’s your passion. So now when your doctor said that you were pregnant, you decided to keep this a secret until your baby is born. You want to live to the fullest this pregnancy, taking care of you and your child, so that’s why you don’t want any paparazzis following you everywhere or things that damage your mental health because you don’t want the baby to feel your anxiety or panic over unnecessary scenarios.

You told your loved ones your plan, you told just the right amount of people that you were pregnant, people who you can trust. You told your clients the secret and that you were going to work and keep doing their makeup until you start to show.

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“He just told us like ‘hey look at this’ and for our surprise it was the first ultrasound scan” Michael said to the camera while a video of that moment plays. Calum telling the boys that like if it was a simple meme on instagram, their faces, reactions by jumping and screaming were priceless. “And we were so confused and I remembered I said ‘wait this a baby’”.

“Come on guys!” Luke said when you and Calum were goofing around the arena during soundcheck playing like kids and hugging each other. Then in the dressing room waiting for the show cuddling in the sofa laying your bodies in the limited space, Calum’s kissing your nose and the rest of your face and you’re caressing his cheeks and stubble softly with your nails. You promised Calum that you’re going to be careful every single show you will come to see him.

“Every single picture or video you find about your parents, you can see the chemistry” Andy, who is the director of this video, said to the camera and then a video he did for Calum’s birthday party is playing. “Everybody say happy birthday to Cal… one, two, three!” Ashton said through the microphone when it was time to sing at Calum. Then you two kissing and partying, and then leaving the club with all the flashes directly to your faces and other cool little moments of you two playing in the video to show how could your baby’s parents are.

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3 months

You were in your first trimester when Calum found himself stepping into the elevator for the ultrasound which is going to reveal your baby’s gender. Andy’s filming everything and zoomed to little details that showed that Calum was nervous and anxious to see and hear his baby for the first time. He’s waiting for you that you’re on your way after doing a client’s makeup.

Your style have always been so urban and grunge. You always wear baggy shirts with cool designs on it or bands/singers merch or vintage shirts. And now it’s even more comfortable to you wearing that.

Luke was waiting for you to drive you to the clinic. It wasn’t a surprise when you saw paparazzis pictures of you arriving with Luke and rumors were already on social media but till the end everyone denied your pregnancy. But it was funny but crazy some of the rumors.

Plastic surgery, that you were cheating Calum with Luke, that you were expecting a baby, etc.

“Please guys, leave her alone” Luke said to the paps when he got out the car. He had to lie but he wanted to scream at them to give you space because of the baby but he couldn’t. Everyone was so protective with you and you understood because none of you wanted you live another miscarriage.

If it depends on Calum, he prefers that you don’t lift heavy things or anything that requires too much effort. “How are you feeling today baby mama?” he asked knowing about your morning sickness. You told him that you were perfect that you just want to know the gender of your baby.

“You’re fifteen weeks now” your doctor said rubbing again the cold gel against your belly. Calum was in a chair next to you rubbing your leg focused watching the monitor just like you. 

“Hey chief u are putting too much pressure on” Calum said on the defensive watching how hard the doctor was pressing the gel in your belly.

“Don’t worry, Calum. It’s just the skin. There she is” the doctor said once finally found the perfect take of the baby checking every detail and told you both that everything is okay.

“She? Can we hear the heartbeat?” Calum asked already covering his mouth and he can feel the chills going down his body tearing a little bit. Andy who was inside the room, zoomed to the monitor and also the only one who knew the gender before the reveal party.

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4 months

Make it last forever

Come on, baby, won’t you hold on to me, hold on to me?

You and I together

Come on, baby, won’t you hold on to me, hold on to me?

Blue

Calum till the present day after your baby was born, he sings this song to her at nights. His voice activated your baby, she really loves her daddy’s voice and she showed her joy with shorts kicks in your belly. She demanded when she missed Calum’s voice or warm touch or when she was having a really good time after he sang or talked to her.

“Babe I think your daughter’s having a party in there” you said feeling her feet. You also had your mom and daughter quality time, you talked to her most of the times telling her typical brazilian stories your mom told you once, or giving her a couple of wise words or you also sing to her even when you can’t compare your voice with Calum’s with brazilian or typical lullabies.

“Hi baby, I know you love this private concerts at night but mommy has to sleep too” he said closer to your bump. Calum helped her to go to sleep by telling her stories or how he can’t wait to have her in his arms. “Well, as I can see you want to be awake I’m going to tell how I met your gorgeous mother” he started. He keeps telling that story too, you always tease that she’s going to get bored of the story but Calum tells the story every single time with more love.

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5 months

Short videos of yourself in sweats and your bra showing your growing belly of five months in the backyard taking the sun of LA and the spring that is left. Then in the pool, next with Duke aka your partner of naps when Calum was in the studio, who at the first months he laid his head on top of your belly but now that is bigger he just lays next to it.

Since you got your doctor’s confirmation, you did mini videos in the mirror of your bathroom to see the progress. Filming from different angles with different clothes like underwear or bikini, short or long dresses, thigh or loose, etc. Calum loves to appear in the take behind you kissing your neck and landing his hands in your belly. Now talking about bathroom, he also loves to help you to get into and out the shower, wrapping you with towels, putting your socks or shoes if you can’t reach your feet, zipping up your dress and if you had a rough day he prepares you a bath with bubbles and candles and joins you. He loves doing all of the previous thing before you got pregnant. You do by yourself your makeup, of course, but he teases you about he’ll be an amazing makeup artist.

“Not after what you did to me that time” you said at him remembering that funny video when he did your makeup.

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When Andy isn’t around you’re in charge of filming like early in the morning when you wake up before Calum. Every morning he woke up with his head near your belly and his warm touch around. He looks so at peace sleeping because you know that the previous night he fell asleep late talking with the baby, it’s been his routine lately so in the morning you take the camera and film your view, you take the opportunity to brush Cal’s messy morning curls with your fingers for a while.

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6 months

Calum had a surprise for you since you couldn’t travel to Brazil or neither to Australia because it was too risky as your doctor said. He told you that today you two have Ashton’s birthday lunch. He wasn’t lying because it was Ashton’s birthday but also the surprise he had so he was filming since early in the morning.

“Babe can you help me, please?” you called him from your shared room. He went upstair with his camera.

“Damn look at you! Baby mama slaying!” he praised you looking at you with troubles with the unzipped dress. You blushed but gave him a pose with your belly at the camera.

“Please help me, next week I have to buy clothes and underwear that can fit me” you turned and he slowly helped you because he didn’t want to damage the dress that barely was fitting on you. “You can say it” you said with a pout since you noticed that any piece of your clothes were fitting you.

Calum knowing about your hormones and how you’re feeling with the shape of your body, which he thinks that you can’t look more precious but understand your struggle, he just wanted you to feel good. “You look amazing honey and you know how much I love this dress” he said with a smirk and hugging you to kiss your neck and grab your ass.

“Okay Hood, let’s go if you don’t want to have twins…daddy” you teased him before he got more horny. You winked at him and grabbed your bag to go downstairs but he stopped you.

“I think that with this you’re going to look even hotter” he gave to you a luxury package ready for your reaction. You opened it and found the shiniest gold heavy chain, you looked at him shocked. “I got a similar one too, it represents the name we choose for our baby” he said and you were already tearing up and told him that it’s beautiful and he told you not to worry knowing that the next thing you were going to say that it wasn’t necessary because of the price. Once outside you kissed him before he helped you to get into the car.

“Still don’t understand why Ash’s going to celebrate his birthday two days before” you asked Calum while he’s driving.

Calum’s a really bad liar but he did his best to keep his surprise. “I told you babe, he’s going to be in Australia for the next weeks”. Lie. And you remembered how mad you were at Ash when he told you because he was going to miss the baby shower.

But once you arrived Ash’s place and went to the living room and saw a bunch of people jumping and screaming ‘surprise’ at you, you got scared and hid your face on Calum’s neck and he can felt a few tears because your and Cal’s families are here. You hugged everyone and thanked Calum once again for this. “I love you so much”.

“Love ya’ more” he said smiling down at you and kissed your crown. And the next day both of you and your families, the guys, close friends like your MUA’s friends and from the music industry were at your place. You’re wearing a more comfortable outfit than the day before, it was a black fitted midi tank dress and a rainbow tie-dyed hoodies that you and Calum ordered for the baby shower theme because you don’t like that thing that pink is for girls and blue for boys so everyone’s wearing the colorful outfit.

You’re posing in your garden full of beautiful flowers of different colors as everyone’s taking you pictures.

“More to the side” Mali said to have the perfect picture of you and your baby. Andy was filming every moment and zoomed it when you waved at his camera and the other hand on your belly. Then pictures with Calum, then the families, the guys, and everyone who was invited. Every single person can noticed your happiness and pure joy, you were glowing and even more with your soft peachy glowy makeup you did.

In the video the zoom’s now on your and Calum’s matching chains that you were wearing minutes before the reveal. 

“Goddammit just say it!” Michael screamed impatient.

“Yeah, I bet Michael that it’s a boy” Luke said. They actually did bet five hundred.

“Why would you do that?!” Ashton stole words that Calum was going to say.

“Cause’ Y/N has two brothers and two nephews, maths Ash!” Luke said confident about his prediction.

Duke was hiding inside a box with the truth. When you both opened the box, Duke came out with a mini billboard hanging on his collar that says ‘It’s a GIRL!” 

“YES!” Everyone screamed but mostly Michael because now he won those five hundred dollars.

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“Definitely I’m going to be her godfather” Michael said looking at the guys. Andy asked them to say something for the video, they were sitting in the couch.

“Hell nah Michael… Focus! We have to say something to our niece” Luke said at him. “Hi kiddo, unfortunately we’re also your uncles, I’m uncle Luke and just wanna to let you know that you have the coolest family ever and you can count on us for everything”.

“Yeah, I hope you guys have clear that we’re going to spoil this baby a lot” Michael said looking at you and Calum, you nodded at him and he with his partner made it clear by bringing tons of gifts for the baby shower. “Cool, I’m just going to say that never be ashamed of who you are or your dreams and I know I’m going to be your favorite uncle because your birthday’s going to be near mine”. Michael said to the camera while he did his thing with his hair of always adjusting it.

“Hi dear niece, uncle Ash here, you’re so lucky to have your parents and they’re lucky to have you. Hope you have your mother’s features cause’ she’s hot…” Calum slapped his head from behind due to the comment. “Okay! your dad isn’t that bad tho…being serious live to the fullest cause’ life’s beautiful, especially if you play drums” Ashton laughed and you rolled your eyes at how all of them including Calum had been discussing which instrument the baby’s going to love most.

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7 months

“You have to exercise, you gained ten pounds that weren’t planned” your doctor said. “Something light of course, and Calum, by the way you’re looking at me all scared, don’t worry cause’ everything’s going to be okay”.

“I’ve been craving a lot lately, I’m going to start again” you said swinging your legs like a child sitting once your doctor finished cleaning the gel of your belly. So the next morning you started again with yoga, you stopped for a month and that happened. You did yoga every morning with your personal trainer, since you can’t go to her studio because the secret will be revealed. Calum was also there encouraging you and sometimes Ashton, who assured you that he wasn’t there because he finds your trainer attractive.

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@enews: Is Y/N pregnant? She’d been seen attending at 5sos shows this week and fans took pictures of her enjoying the show in the middle of the arena with friends and family in the restricted space. In the pictures we can see that she gained weight by her cheeks. In the picture you can’t see if there is a baby or not due to her outfits. She, with her husband Calum also are the last ones to leave the arenas asking the bodyguards to make sure there is no paps. What do you think? It’s confusing because she and Calum have been posting a lot lately and you can’t be sure about a little 5sos member coming BUT fans are saying that maybe they’re posting old stuff to confuse us and also fans called to respect their decision after what happened to the couple last year. Link in our bio to see the pictures.

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“Do you want to say something to your granddaughter?” your brother asked with the camera to your parents and you melted at how cute your family looked with the hoodies on. 

“Ugh, I can’t wait to hold you, kiss you, hug you, teaching you things that maybe your mommy can’t teach you” your mom said all emotional.

Your dad said to the camera that they can’t wait to have your baby visiting Brazil and teach her all about your culture and country. And you couldn’t be more agree with them. You want to show your daughter her roots, teach her portuguese and bring her to the carnivals in Brazil, spend all day in the beach walking with her in the seashore holding your hand and a lot of things that you have in the list. The same that Calum has in my mind since he found out about his baby but visiting Australia.

“I know you’re going to be smartest and most beautiful baby in the world and as you can see you got us wrap around your finger and every single person that loves you” Calum’s mom said to the camera.

“I’m going to be the best auntie I promise” Mali said to the camera and her dad joked about she and your best friends are the only aunties, because your baby has more uncles that aunties and that’s going to be fun.

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“A doble vegetarian cheeseburger with caramelized onion and fries, please” you said from the passenger seat ordering your food to the worker of your favorite place for your cravings. Not taking risks to leave the car. Since you stopped working when you were five months you’ve been wearing baggy clothes to go outside and your designer friends have been sending you all kind of clothes from baggy and comfy dresses but still elegant and chic to pants and underwear that are the pieces you needed since every day your belly grows. Your best friend was driving and Mali was filming from the back. “And two portions of fries and a strawberry vegan milkshake, please… thank you!” you said with a guilty look to the camera. Later you’re going to ask why your doctor told you to lose weight. 

In another occasion that Michael invited all of you guys for dinner and you had in your plate a lot of things you took. “What do you have here?” Andy asked filming. 

“Well we have mac n’ cheese, french fries and sweet potato fries, two cheeseburgers of course one for me and one for the baby and a lot of salad because why not?” you said raising your shoulders.

But it hasn’t always been this way with your cravings and just beautiful things during your pregnancy because isn’t the truth.

Your cravings were so crazy and even things you didn’t like before that suddenly you want to eat that Calum reminded you that you hate that but doesn’t argue with you because you were going to get mad. It started with a lot of sweet things like cake or pies, fruits or chocolate and a lot of ice cream. Then peanut butter with watermelon, yeah, gross. To food that you love but hated being pregnant. Also food that one day you loved and the next morning you were disgusted and the next one loved again. And it ended with a lot of salty food like cheeseburgers, pasta, nuggets, etc but your loyal friend during the 9 months was ice cream.

“Babe I want to eat feijoada!” you pouted at Calum with a huge crave of your favorite typical brazilian dish. Calum couldn’t believe what he was hearing, it was 2 am and you were hungry and not in the best mood. “And also passionfruit ice cream, please”.

Calum did everything but the brazilian restaurant you love was already closed and he didn’t have idea how to do it. “We have the ice cream tho” he suggested if you changed your mind but that didn’t happen. You were going to start crying, the hormones were doing their thing that day.

Calum really wanted to spoil you but he had no idea what to do. He tried to facetime your family but he would have understood if they hadn’t answered because it was 6 am in Brazil. Thank God, your middle brother already started his day and when Calum told him what he wanted to do, your brother really realized how much he loves you. So he told him the steps, the recipe and the special secret of your family tradition, Calum told himself for the next one to pay attention when you or another person cook this dish.

“K’ thank you man, say hello to the rest, bye!” Calum waved through the phone once the feijoada was done.

“You are going to be a good dad, Cal. Now go to spoil your girls!” your brother waved at him too. And Calum really appreciated that comment.

“Sorry babe for being a pain in the ass lately” you said to Calum while you eat the ice cream laying against the headboard of the bed. He didn’t let you apologize for that because you’re doing something majestic and it was more than normal the things you had been through. 

Even when those moments aren’t going to appear in the video, Calum’s going to for sure telling your baby your crazy cravings. When you cried more than once watching puppy videos on Instagram and Calum asking you “babe what happened?” and you just told him “it’s just that the puppy’s so cute” and he comforting you every time you cried when the hormones were crazy. 

When you struggled with clothes. “Baby I’m doing my best” you said almost holding your breath and Calum trying to zip up your blue dress but in the middle of the night still end up broke. That night was a mess, you were out with Calum celebrating Tyler’s birthday, a friend of yours and you were half undressed that Calum gave you his jacket to cover the mess and then you started to feel sick when you caught the smell of a strong cheese.

How to forget how you feel with your body. The pain in your back, your feet, your breasts or when you felt so tired sometimes. How some days you were feeling yourself and other days you felt the most horrendous person. Some days the sexiest woman in the world and others the most unwanted one when you found a new stretch mark or how big your breasts and butt are, the pounds you gained.

“I promised that I used to be sexy, look baby” you said at Calum showing him a picture of you when you were 18 years old, you were in Copacabana with your friends in a party. Calum every day letting know how much he loves you and told you that you’re always going to be the prettiest woman in the world even when you had chocolate all over your face. He helps you too with your body issues because for his eyes all of these new things are a reminder of your little peanut and he loves every single inch of your body.

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8 months 

“I’m thirty four weeks today, just a month left” you said to the camera showing your belly. “Look baby, your daddy’s painting your room” pointing at Calum applying the peachy paint in the walls and later you were going to add with black paint some trees and other things like clouds, sun, the moon, etc. 

Calum was already a 24/7 daddy. He called the guys to help him with the crib and the rest of the furniture. He had ready the bags for the hospital and the plan for that day.

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Since you decided to keep your pregnancy a secret and to stop working and stay at home and not be in the public eye, you still had fun doing puzzles, playing with makeup, inviting your friends when Calum had to go to work. And every day you worked from home too, you still had to manage your makeup studio and your clients glam. 

Tonight you prepared dinner, a brazilian night. You invited everyone and after you were goofing around in the living room with music in the back. The guys made you laugh at their attempt to dance samba. You decided to join the baby mama dance flexing your pregnant dance moves so you started filming with the front camera of your phone and dancing with the rest to ‘All Me’ by Kehlani.

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“What if she isn’t into makeup?” Andy asked you in the baby shower. This is the first time you speak for the video.

“It doesn’t matter. She can do and choose anything she likes, I just want to teach her that she as a girl that girls can. To empower her if she likes science, art or sports or whatever I’m going to be there for and with her. Baby just remember that I’m going to love you every single day of my life and I’m sure that you’re the coolest and prettiest Maori-Brazilian girl in the world and you should be proud of that. We with your dad are waiting for you, love ya’”. you said to the camera.

“Hi princess, well I’m going to try not to cry while I say this but I can’t explain how much we love you and can’t wait to finally have you in my arms and sing to you and have fun with you. You’re my sunshine and your mom’s my soulmate, that tv show I saw was right about soulmate but the truth is that Uber was mine” Calum said to the camera smiling so big that his eyes crinkled and you giving him a look because that question about if that Uber was yours or his is going to be forever a topic, but one thing for sure is that moment changed everything.

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“Calum!” you screamed from the living room where you were resting after dinner with Duke in the couch. Calum arrived in a second running from the backyard. You were suddenly scared. “Don’t know if Duke peed in the couch or…” and the next thing you saw was Calum taking the bags and helping you to get up to lead you to the car. He was freaking out inside but he tried to keep calm and always reminding you to breath when a contraction hit you.

Andy filmed when he arrived the maternity floor in the hospital. Everyone was waiting outside the labor room. He gave your mom the camera as she was inside the room with Calum next to you. 

“Five centimeters left” the nurse said. For the video you decided to cover the screen so everyone will see just a black screen.

“Everyone’s here” your mom said while you wait. “We, Cal’s family, the boys, Natali, Marcela and Andy with Sarah”. And all of them were nervous waiting with fingers crossed with shuddering legs and feet against the floor waiting for Calum to go outside to say that the baby’s here and that you are fine.

You didn’t put in the video the ugly side of contractions and the pain you were feeling. The word you heard a billion times was ‘breath’, ‘take a deep breathe’.

“You’re going to meet your little girl” your doctor said to you and Calum once you were ten centimeters ready. You wanted to scream at your doctor for everything that the nurses put on you. How painful the epidural shot was and the every 3 or 5 minutes the contractions were. Till today you’re more than grateful that you had Calum supporting and helping you and also that he didn’t pass out. He’s going to be forever amazed at how your body and mind really did that and carried your little princess. 

“Okay, eight, nine and… ten. Go, push” you heard. “Good job Y/N, keep going please take a breath”. “One more and you’re done” your doctor said and in that moment you felt how Calum held your hand with all of his energy.

“You can do this baby” he said encouraging you. You were tired and all sweaty but your reminder was that one more to hold your baby.

Cries filled the room letting you know that she’s finally here. “Open your eyes mama” the nurse said to meet your baby before you fall asleep.

“You did it baby, congrats” Calum was crying while he kissed your forehead, so do you. “I love you mama” he said. He couldn’t believe that years ago he didn’t believe in love but getting into that Uber that Christmas Eve was, is and is going to be forever the best decision of his life.

To our baby

Ema Kara Hood

October 26

8 lbs, 9 oz

11:15 pm

[ask-badlydrawn-mercosur]

// I mean, I’m... honored that you want to know my opinions on sudaca shipping?

Although shipping in APH OC fandom is complicated because… Since we’re working with characters aren’t canon, every person will have their own interpretation of X,Y and Z nation and their relationships, and I think people are prone to have at least a bit of personal bias towards specific nations… which isn’t necessary a bad thing, after all we aren’t the same and come from different backgrounds (heck, even people from the same country can have very different interpretations of their own nations!).

I’m saying this because I’m taking your “new to South America” as “I do not have much knowledge about these nations and their international relationships”, so I just want to add that everything you see here or any of my blogs comes from my own personal interpretations of what anthropomorphic south american nations would be and behave like.

For example, I just cannot ship Argentina x Paraguay x Uruguay between themselves, because to me, they are related, I headcanon them as family.

Some people may disagree on that, some may see their relationships as romantic and that’s okay! All headcanons are valid and we can all coexist!

With that being said…I admit that I am not the biggest shipper around, lmao. I don’t get much asks/art requests about pairings in the first place, and my blogs are mainly multishipping/ship neutral, though I did addressed a few pairings before.

but here are few more thoughts under the cut:

[ and please keep in mind, these are just MY hot takes ]

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Pairings that obliterates my heart, I luxury cruise them:

ParBra

OK I LOVE ONE (1) SHIP

Oh man... people who follow any of my blogs probably already know this I’m sorry, but they are my favorite pairing in the entire continent? I think their personalities would complement each other well? Also the role their historical baggage plays into their relationship? And how overlooked not only the possibility of a romance, but also friendship between these nations is, and how much in common they actually have? And not counting the fact they are founding members of the MERCOSUL, but both nations just so happen to run together one of the most important dams in the world so ofc they would interact all the time? And don’t even get me started on everything that led to the construction of said dam in the first place. They are both nations with a very complex relationship that often goes overlooked specially because there aren’t many people interested in writing about aph Paraguay, which I believe can’t be helped because Paraguay is a nation that often gets overlooked in South America. In this essay I will

(I'm going to expand more on this ship in another post, since I got an specific ask about them and I have many feelings)

I have a soft spot for them?:

ArgChi - honestly where do I even start with these two? They have, like, SO MUCH history together its not even funny. Like... Argentina helped Chile get their independence (Also Abrazo de Maipu anyone? like bruh, the 2 of them were there watching that), and as much as both nations had many conflicts, they still helped one another, like many times? and they may or may not have been growing on me lately?

EcuPeru - I've talked about them before, but they, like, their histories are intertwined and despite many conflicts they had through years, both nations relationship improved, and they have been stable for years (specially with trading, tourism, etc)... and I think it could work? Also I think its cute? also I ship my Peru OC with canon Ecu fite me irl

I Think about them... sometimes... I think they could Work?:

BraUru - They’re one of my brotps already but like...They both share a lot of history together as well? On top of having good irl relations, I like the way their personalities complement one another. also I think they look cute together.

VeneBoli - I already see them as good friends, but I think they could work as a pairing? And they have history together too? Not only Venezuela helped liberating them from spanish empire, the country was named after Simón Bolivar himself while its true that Bolivar didn’t want them to break free from Peru, but then again, he had that plan for an whole ass unified South America, but in the end, he relented lol idk man to me it could work.

ParaWan - Ok I just... I love the irl relations between Paraguay and Taiwan so much and they’re already a personal brotp of mine, but I think they would work as a couple too. They’d be adorable together. Pure fluff. Also I’m biased because I fucking love aph Taiwan so much

Honorary mentions because I think they’re cute:

ParaCol - I already see them being good friends. Good relations IRL, also historically Colombia stood up for Paraguay after the Triple Alliance War and offered to take in their citizens had anything happen to their homeland and I think that is beautiful.

BrArg - enemies, to friends to lovers, slowburn 200k. Its surprising how well both nations get along now despite being at each other’s throats for almost 2 centuries.They’re one of my personal brotps too, but I think they have such good chemistry and I think they could work as a couple.

ColBra - Nations with similar energy. I hc them as friends, maybe with a sorta vitriolic best buddies dynamic, they’d get into arguments a lot over football and who has the best coffee, but at the end they truly care about one another.

ArgVene - Uruguay & Colombia left the chat mainly because they have similar personalities. slightly prideful passionate older siblings figures? together? yeah, that works for me.

BraChi - I hc them as being good friends already, both have good relations irl they could bond over bullying Argentina ok tbh I do think they would get together just to make fun of Argentina, specially over football... also they were both members of the ABC pact (alongside Argentina) and Brazil hosts the 2nd largest chilean community in South America.

UruChi - they could bond over joking about Argentina There have never been any major conflicts between them (excluding fútbol ofc) and they have alright relations, they’ve done business together and tourism so... I can kinda... see something between happening? it would be cute.

[tinyarmedtrex]

Pynch prompt: First official date, or, pynch around the gangsey!

Oh I love this! I went with first date :D 

(This ignored CDTH, sorry not sorry)

Read below or on AO3

“Parrish. Wake up.” Adam let out a small ‘oof’ as something hit him in the back. 

“Wha-” He flipped over, seeing that Ronan had thrown a glowing green ball at him. Some dream thing that started screaming when he didn’t move. “What the hell Ronan!” 

“Get out of bed. We have places to be.” Ronan said from the doorway, grinning at him briefly before disappearing.

Slowly, achingly, Adam rose, stretching as he searched for his clothes. He was at the Barns on fall break, back with Ronan for only a few short days. He knew if Ronan was waking him up it was for a good reason, usually he would let Adam catch up on the sleep he desperately needed. 

When he finally made his way downstairs he saw Ronan standing at the front door with a thermos of coffee in one hand and a breakfast sandwich in the other. “College made you soft.” Ronan said, shoving the food in his hands before heading outside.

“You try writing a world lit paper then researching the Chilean economy until three am and then we’ll see whose soft.” Adam grumbled, pulling on his shoes as he took a large bite of the sandwich. It was warm and delicious, full of bacon and melted cheese that stuck to his chin.

Ronan leaned in, wiping the cheese off. “You’re right, you’re superman.” He said, kissing him gently before moving back. 

Adam wondered when he would get used to this, to a soft, loving Ronan. They’d been together for nearly six months but it still surprised him.

“Where are we going?” He asked, pulling on a light coat to fend off the early morning chill. 

“On a date. Our first proper date.” Ronan said, walking to his car and throwing Adam’s door open before going to the driver’s side. 

Adam fell into the seat, juggling the coffee and food as he stared at Ronan. “We’ve been on lots of dates.” 

“No, we haven’t. We’ve been to Ninos and we’ve gone driving. Neither of those counts as a real date. Put your seatbelt on.” 

As Adam buckled he tried to think of a counter example. Surely they’d gone on at least one date. But he remembered everything that had happened last spring and all the time it took to recover, the long nights where he wouldn’t let Ronan touch him and all the conversations with Gansey, both making sure the other was okay.  They may have been together for a long time but they hadn’t had a lot of opportunity to be a regular couple, one that went on fun dates and held hands because they could, not because they needed assurance that the other was real. 

“So where are we going on this date?” Adam asked, reaching for Ronan’s free hand and intertwining their fingers. 

“It’s a surprise.” Ronan said it with such nonchalance that Adam knew he’d been planning it for weeks. Then he added, “Tell me about your classes.”

Adam had told him nearly everything but he knew Ronan liked to hear it again in person. So he talked about his classes and professors, his friends and jobs. Time passed and eventually they turned down a small street. Adam grinned as he saw the sign. 

“A pumpkin patch and corn maze? That’s alarmingly ordinary for you.”

Ronan shrugged. “I wanted to buy a cider for my boyfriend. Plus Chainsaw insists we carve pumpkins- and Opal wants to eat them.”

They parked and Adam shoved down his anxiety as he watched Ronan hand over way too much money for the attractions. This was Ronan’s idea. Adam would pay when he took Ronan out. He promised himself to make that happen soon. 

“What do you want to do first?” Ronan asked, stuffing the tickets in his pocket. “Corn maze, hayride…”

Adam looked around. The place was full of families wrangling small children and teens on dates. “Corn maze.” It sounded like his only chance to be semi- alone with Ronan. As excited as he was for this date he was having trouble letting go of his plan to be pantsless all weekend. 

“Okay then Parrish, let’s get lost in the corn.” Ronan took his hand and brought him to the maze, choosing an entrance that didn’t have anyone else near it.

They emerged nearly an hour later, corn in their hair and grins on their faces. They had taken full advantage of the tall stalks and semi-privacy, pulling the other into them for long kisses. 

Next Adam dragged Ronan to the hayride, snuggling next to him on the end as the tractor drove slowly around the farm. Ronan named all the cows they saw, giving them dumb nicknames that made Adam laugh into his shoulder. 

“Now what?” Adam asked, looking at Ronan once they jumped off.

“Now,” Ronan pulled a piece of hay out of Adam’s hair. “We eat. Then we get pumpkins.”

Ronan took him to the small cafe, buying one of everything. It was far too much food for the two of them and Adam felt guilty at the thought of wasting it but then Ronan pulled out a bag, stuffing all the leftovers in it.

“Opal or Chainsaw will eat them.” Ronan explained, standing up. “Now, we need pumpkins and corn stalks and shit. Opal saw some Halloween movie and won’t shut up about it. She wants to decorate the whole place.”

“For trick or treaters?”

Ronan snorted. “Hell no. No one will come out to us. She wants to go into town to trick or treat though. Decided she’s going to be a ghost.”

Something clenched in Adam’s chest and he reached for Ronan’s hand again. “I wish I could be there.” He would love to experience Opal’s excitement and Ronan’s annoyance. 

“I’ll send pictures.” Ronan said, squeezing Adam’s hand in a way that said he understood. 

They picked out three huge pumpkins plus nearly a dozen small ones. Ronan also bought gourds and tri-colored corn. They needed to borrow a wagon to bring it all to the car and Adam suppressed a smile as Ronan bitched about corn leaves in his car. 

“Opal will love it.” Adam said, pressing a kiss to Ronan’s cheek. 

“Whatever.” He said but Adam saw his smile. Then Ronan turned to him. “Did you? Love this?” 

Even after all this time Ronan’s insecurities snuck up on Adam. He knew his own, expected them, but when it came to Ronan’s he was still surprised. 

Adam turned his full attention to Ronan, cupping his face. “Yes.” 

“More than naked pancakes?”

Adam chuckled. “At least as much. It’s hard to beat naked pancakes.” He pressed a quick kiss to Ronan’s lips. “Thank you for planning this. I had a great time.”  Then Adam kissed him again, for a little longer this time, trying to pour his appreciation into it in case his words weren’t enough. 

When he broke the kiss he could see that the tension had dropped from Ronan’s shoulders, a small smile curl on his face. “Happy to hear it. And we can still be home in time for naked grilled cheese.”

“The perfect end to our date.” 

[voidsfanficfortress]

Reader is latina ( more specifc, Argentine,bc yours truly is from there).

This has mentions of whats going on on south american, and also kind of hurt comfort.

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Poker nights were fun.

Only IF you were and spectator.

-i dont get it- you say looking at the cards that displayed on the table before you- how in the fuck do you have a six if gilles already had one?-The old timers look at you, amaru even stares at you like she had a sudden realization- beacause to one point you have him a six, and you said this cards do not repeat, so how the hell do you have a six Vicente?-

Capitao stared daggers at you,like " dont blow my cover".

Then out of nothing alek flips the table and cracks his nuckles, you and amaru decide to retreat out the kitchen.

-¿Cómo te habías dado cuenta de eso?-( how did you notice that?) Amaru asked you.

-era muy obvio,¡ yo sabía que se estaba carteando!- ( it was way to obvious, I knew he had cards up his sleeve!) You answer- he gets nervous every time he pickes a card -

- youre really observant, no surprise you and ryad get along so well- the peruvian commments

Both of you Walked to the rooms area.

-Hows he?-you question-, I heard hes getting closer to the hijo de puta ( son of a bitch) that Killed his brother-

-He is, he has almost all the evidence he needs-

-Im so happy for him-

-we all are- says the older woman- we all are-

[...]

Capitao entered the kitchen, ignoring the russian old timer's gaze, then he looks at you, or at your back.

-bom dia- he mutters half asleep, making a coffee.

Then he hears sobbs, your sobbs, in reflex, he turns around, and looks at you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

- Hey...you fine?-You turn around, eyes red, Pink cheeks, and broken breath.The brazilian hugs you, caressing your hair, trying to calm you down- what happened- you dont answer- what happened( y/n) -

-my siblings- the woman says- they are running out of money, dad has no work, and the manifestations are getting violent...they almost hurt my youngest sister...-Alek gets up, about to say something, but Vicente shakes his head, then the russian leaves.

The brazilian Man sits you on the sofa, giving you a cup of tea, he caresses your back.

-Todo se está llendo a la mierda-(everythings going to shit), you know whats going on on your home country, Chilean protest, Venenzuela is starving and Argentina's money is devaluing at alarming rates, god...I hate this- you say- this isnt us, aquí se comparte ( here we share) lo mío es tuyo ( whats mine is yours) * , and my siblings, they Barely have money for food, amd and i miss my little Angels...-

Capitao lets you talk, lets you vent, knowing how hard it is now in south america, how people suffer, how people protest and fight for what is rightfully theirs,and yes, your job is people suffering , seeing people suffer, but this is your home, people you know , the place where youre from, your origins , your roots, and its okay to let it hurt, and it is okay to get angry when the americans say shit and complain for silly stuff, its okay to be angry at the people who can help and doesnt.

So he lets you cry.

And cry.

Until you fall asleep in his arms.

[...]

You wake up in your room, smelling food,your body rises from the bed, seeing the tray full of pastries and a hot drink.

[ ...]

Its been almost a month, you and Vicente grew really close, bonding over where you were from, sharing your traditions,your ways.

And even tho you both knew about the others country just for being in the same continent, both of you felt like the country of eachother were as your own.

- So- you say,a Sly smile on your face - you ready for poker night?-

-I am- the brazilian Man said, smirking- that russian dog doesnt know whats in for him tonight -

-well, before you go, I need to make sure youre not slipping cards on your sleeves-

- What are you, the poker police- he grunts as you see into the pockets of his pants and shirt- trust me I dont have--

- You liar!- you screm grabbing a deck of cards off of his shirt's pocket- I knew you werent going to --

Your screams of victory were cut off by capitao's lips on yours, in that moment the world stops,leaning on the kiss, you Grab his waist and pull him closer.

-Fuck- you say- took you long enough!-

Then you kiss again.

[...]

-Were is souza?-

The russian veteran asks.

- I bet hes scheming more of his dirty play-

Then jackal comes in with a very unconfortable face.

-Whats up Ramírez?-

Amaru asks.

-I know why souza isnt here-

-tell US!- the old timers demand.

- trust me , you dont want to know-..

Both of you skippped poker night, for once.

[ ...]

- hermana!- ( sister) you hear a child scram from behind you- te extrañamos!- ( we missed you!)

You turn around to see your youngest sibling, Enzo, running at you with his older sister, isabela, you scoop them up and twirl them around in your arms.

- do you like my surprise?-

Vicente asks, smiling as your older brother and sister, Florencia and lautaro are behind him.

-So thats why you werent here today! -

Later that day, you and your family, had dinner togheter, and a poker night, and for once Vicente played fair.

●♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤●

* lyrics from Latinoamérica, by calle 13

- Void

@grain-crain-drain

[ironicallyirwin]

Hi Alexa! Congratulations on almost 700! I followed you today and I'm loving your blog. I was wondering if you could maybe ship me? (that sounds weird wow) I have an /about page but you won't be able to see it unless you're on desktop *shrugs* so... the basics: I'm Chilean, I'm a sound tech (audio post-producer), people think I'm funny and charming, also stubborn and impatient. Thank you for doing this celebration! Honestly, ships are so fun. Have a great day!

Thank you!!! Omg being a sound tech must be so cool! Also thank you so so much for following me! <3

Ship: Ashton | Calum | Luke | Michael

Gif of your ship:

Blurb: you and ashton met when they came to the radio station you worked at to do an early morning interview. you were in charge of the soundboard and you had to not only make sure that the background music didn’t overpower the interview, but you also had to make sure that each of them, including the interviewer, were at equal frequencies when they were speaking into the mics so that way listeners could hear each word that was spoken on air. after the interview was done, you were getting yourself a coffee and as you were heading back to the sound booth, ashton and you collided making your coffee spill on both of you. “oh shit, i’m so sorry!” he said, his eyes widening. “it’s all good.” you said, really knowing it wasn’t because you didn’t have anything with you to change in to. you put your now empty coffee cup onto one of the tables that were in the employee lounge area and you grabbed a few napkins that were on the counter by ashton. “let me at least help you clean up.” he said, grabbing some napkins with you. “it’s really okay.” you said, as he knelt down and started collecting the spilt coffee on the floor with the napkins in his hand. you knelt down with him and as you both wiped the coffee off the floor you thought to yourself about how many celebrities would actually do what ashton was doing. you both stood to throw out the soaked napkins when ashton spoke again. “can i make this up to you? maybe by buying you another coffee?” you smiled lightly. “sure, but i need to get a new shirt first. and i think you should do the same.” you said to him. he laughed lightly, his dimples showing. “yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” you both decided that you’d meet up in a few minutes to get coffee together and that was the start to you and ashton’s relationship. 

Blog rate: 100000/10 your blog is literally such an aesthetic paradise, like the color schemes are amazing!!!! 

i’m doing ships!

[winterofherdiscontent]

Hi! Um... first: I love your art. I'm thinking to study graphic design, and I will at the end of this month, in fact. I'm 20, and I'd like to know your experience as illustrator. I'm nervous. But I've come for advice. I know that this can be a little personal and not the regular ask... but when I look your works, I feel like... something indescribable, and you really inspire me to go on. What did you study? How is it? How is the life? Is it very hard? I'm chilean and I'd like to be this later...

hello! 

i hope it’s ok i’m answering this publicly as i often receive asks similar to this and i never quite know how to reply – so i’m going to share a little bit of my personal journey in becoming a freelance illustrator: 

first off - i am completely self-taught. my journey as an illustrator started off on a very different foot to most i’m guessing because it started with a dream. an actual dream… i started my adult working life as a librarian but shortly into that my health deteriorated rapidly, without warning and with no visible easy explanation and i had no idea what was going on. i was misdiagnosed with simple work stress by a doctor at the time (not actually what was wrong physically it turned out years later) and this caused me to stop my career as a librarian – it was at this same time i had a dream about a tree. 

it was one of those dreams that are incredibly vivid, haunting and the kind that stay with you long after you wake up. i had this same dream over and over for months. this tree i still can’t completely do justice to describing. it was immense. it was beyond immense - in the dream i couldn’t even begin to fathom where it started or ended. it was that huge. the dream didn’t go away and i started doodling on bits of paper with a regular office pen. i felt like i needed to get this tree in some way on a physical surface. i moved onto colored pencils. the results were… very much not good. i then started to try watercolors …i had literally no idea what i was doing and it was a lot of fun and simultaneously one of the most stressful learning curves i’ve ever put myself through but so worth it. there was this feeling. this something inside me that kept pushing me to draw even while i was in pain. drawing and painting started to become a form of almost meditation for me. i started having more dreams. vivid surreal almost fairy tale style dreams. 

i couldn’t at the time find any local classes teaching the type of art i wanted to learn. basically, long story short i went online and started using my history degree to study the art styles of older time periods. i started researching artists i admired. i looked through my collection of children’s fairy tales and illustrated early 20th century children’s stories. i discovered the work of arthur rackham and kay nielsen, i went to the 1970s science fantasy novels i hoarded from old bookstores. i discovered the work of frank frazetta, brian froud and yoshitaka amano – i realized i wanted to draw like these artists. so i started researching some more. 

i won’t go into the actual monotonous specifics of the day to day journey of my teaching myself how i create art. what i will do is share with you some more general things i’ve discovered through trial and error that will hopefully be helpful 

(below the cut because this got long) – 

i) use references. seriously …many famous artists have used live models historically for a reason. look up local life drawing classes in your area if you’ve not already. if they are available and in your budget (if not free) great! if not go outside and draw from life. what is it you’re drawn to around you? focus on that. i take a sketchbook with me everywhere i go these days. alternatively use a mirror and focus on the way your body sits or stands. how do you want that pose to look? go and look at how your body positions itself in front of a mirror 

ii) you are unique. how your mind views the sensory input around you is different to literally every other person you will meet. how you draw whether a beginner or an advance artist is completely unique so when starting out on this path do yourself a favor - don’t simply try to copy art you like. look at it. enjoy it. focus on trying to figure out exactly what it is you’re drawn to in that artists work. then go and practice your own interpretation of that subject matter. don’t publish the results. learn from them. if you simply copy another artists work you are picking up their weaknesses as well as doing nothing more than portraying a version of someone else’s way of looking at the world rather than your own 

iii) practice. its a cliche for a reason. when you’re a beginner illustrator you will spend countless hours drawing. feeling like you are getting nowhere. your art style takes time and practice. drawing that hand the way you want takes time. it takes endless mistakes before you start to realize what it is you are doing wrong and start to spot the mistakes. practice speed sketching. draw the flow not the static rigid lines. again - look at things and spot the flow of movement. you will get better. trust me. the more you look the better you will get at seeing the rhythm of the character and composition of the subject matter 

iv) art school? yes or no? …i never went to an art class in my life. i made up the rules as i went. i made so many mistakes. i had crazy 3am breakthroughs realizing techniques that are unique to how i create art. school is not for everyone. however it is for some an absolute essential tool in their journey - so try it and see! whats the worst that could happen? …like anything in life there’s no “one size fits all” learning path that fits everyone. one thing art school can give you is networking. it can give you discipline. connections for future jobs. opening pathways to future work opportunities 

v) freelance illustration. it’s definitely not for everyone. on the plus side you can work on that commissioned job with unwashed hair piled on your head. 5 empty coffee cups next to you in your pajamas and no one will judge you except your pets. on the minus side it is not an automatically guaranteed easy or steady income. if you can supplement your freelance income from art with other jobs do it. don’t go into this thinking you will magically overnight build up a loyal client base. this takes time. it takes effort. putting yourself out there online and in person. networking. building up a friendship with artists online and in real life as you go out into the art world. put yourself out there. what’s the worst that can happen? the popular artist online you sent a hello to ignores you? its not the end of the world and more often than you’d think artists who are already established are awesome amazing and kind people who will take the time to answer your questions and talk to you. enter art contests and competitions. exposure is an invaluable tool 

vi) have fun …above all else keep reminding yourself why you’re drawn to this path and take time out to draw silly things. remind yourself regularly why you personally want to do this for a living. spend time drawing what you love not just commissioned jobs and work related art content 

vii) if you go the path of freelance illustrator then make sure you set up a clear and concise set of guidelines for clients. be approachable but be clear on what and how you go about your process when being commissioned for big or small jobs. be consistent. be transparent in how you conduct yourself with clients. be clear in your communication. don’t be a push over. set yourself do-able goals with commissioned work. don’t take on too much at any one time - give yourself a structure you know going into it you will stick to from the beginning. if in doubt research online and look at what  artists you admire have in their ‘f. a. q’ section - look at these as templates of what will and won’t work for you personally 

i know i’ve forgotten a million topics that are all relevant to your question, lovely …these are more in the way of a few general guidelines of what i’ve personally experienced in becoming a freelance illustrator ♥ 

[argspapor]

Days 5 and 6 La Boda de Sofi e Nacho

We have planned to take the slowly in preparation for the festivities which are scheduled for commencing with bus pickup at 6.20pm, church service at 8pm and return at finish at 5am. Not a typo. 5am. This is going to be interesting with Kath and I wondering whether we’ll be able to sneak into a corner for catnap in order to last the distance. So a leisurely breakfast followed by a stroll to another close-by area, shopping and coffee stops sees us ready for siesta and preparation by 3pm. Have I mentioned the heat? An unrelentingly hot and steamy heatwave. So unusual that locals complain bitterly whenever we chat. Bozo’s predilection for hot weddings continues but the bus is blessedly air-conned. Gimena, Sofi’s friend meets us and another couple (she Chilean, he Italian, living in Sydney) and we progress to the next stop where we collect the rest of our Aussie contingent and a bevy of Sofi’s girlfriends. Now, Gimena herself is an Argentinian beauty, dressed in a short sequinned dress, the latest chunky-heeled high platforms and long dark hair and she is joined by what can only be described as a flock of long-limbed, bronzed Miss World entrants with the most perfect heads of long flowing locks in all shades from blonde to brunette to black. Every single one stunningly beautiful, dressed in the shortest, cutest dresses. Hola’s and kisses all round. Tony and Conor (singles) are mute, faces frozen with barely suppressed glee but Dillon, GT and Bozo’s eyes are wide and unbelieving. Flirting quickly ensues and the omens for an interesting night are amusing.

We arrive at the church which is a chapel in what appears to be an enclosed village in the countryside. A simple and beautifully rustic altar area and pews are adorned with greenery and white flowers. We have greeted Nacho outside, taken our pews and Sofi arrives as the strains of Jimmy Little’s “What a wonderful world” fill the room. Goosebumps. Another warm, personal service is conducted by a priest friend of Nacho’s family and laughter and tears (mostly Nachos’) sees the ceremony conclude with a beautiful rendition of Ave Maria. Loud and cheering applause then the Beatles’ “All you need is love” accompanies them down the aisle and all can’t help singing and swaying along with them. Fantastic. A sweet moment was when, after the vows, the priest offered each of parents an opporunity to say a few words to the couple which we later found out were their own wise words of blessing and good wishes. Just a sentence each. A lovely touch.

After hugs and wishes to them both we escape the heat once again for the short hop on the bus to the reception venue. Wow, a huge garden area is dotted with white marquees with lounges, cushions and coffee tables. Cool white sun loungers and food stations with footlights make for a party atmosphere then we enter the room itself (air-con, phew) where two large bar areas are stocked with an amazing array of spirit bottles for cocktails of any desire. Appetisers quickly starts circling and the wedding party arrive with no fanfare. We had been told it was to be an informal affair with no

ceremony. We stake a table and head for a cocktail, mini roll of pulled pork and start mingling. Many more young people were at the church and the place is abounding with handsome young men in white shirts and ties and more of the stunning women as described above. Are they wearing frizz-free helmets? Body-cooling suits? Seriously? Our heads swivel taking in the beauty but there is food everywhere around to be tasted: little fajita stations, plates of gnocchi, empanadas and other stuffed pastries, spinach lasagne, fish and chip cones - we don't taste them all! And the wine is one made by Nachos' winemaker Uncle Eugenio - a really wonderful Malbec and it flows. The boys have our ever-attentful waitresses in giggles with their pretend wringing of the bottleneck and the wine bucket (for it's nicely just chilled) is never empty, glasses refreshed often - any request answered. Some really great conversations with family, most of whom have excellent English. One particularly interesting one was with Nachos' brother, Juan Paolo's, parents-in-law. He is 74, plays polo four times a week and he and his 70 yr old (but looking fabulously like 60) tango several times a week. He tells of the 90,000 registered polo players in Argentina and why they dominate the sport, his building empire, his four daughters, their travels. So good. All of the family members at some point in the night, make a point of talking to us, ensuring we have anything we need or would like and with much laughter, friendships are made. So at about 11ish, the DJ, sound guy and their assistant take the stage. The lights dim (about 8 different sized disco balls start glittering, yes!) and it begins. All of a sudden, the music starts and Nacho and Sofi are surrounded by their friends in gender groups, in two big group hugs and they start their group bouncing. It is awesome - tribal almost - strobe lights and every now and then a burst of the paper machine as large square confetti showering the room. This is a party. The dancing, does not stop for one minute (and I'm serious) until 5am. Not one slow number amongst it. There is no break, ever. Lots of Spanish modern hits, some of our Australian and English faves and Nacho and Sofi are thrown about in the air, and more of the group bouncing. It is wild. We avoid the group bouncing thing but cut the rug with only a few rests. Drinks are ok on the dance floor apparently and amazingly, not one person falls over, not one glass breaks and no-one disgraces themselves. We notice a two hi-top drum sets being erected on the dance floor and a guy in the centre with another (a minder apparently) nearby. He does a strange magician-y thing with his back to the dancefloor and then starts the most amazing bracket of drum-beating with music backing that has them all jumping like gazelles. See video (I hope). We join in as it impossible to resist. Serious fun. Hard to believe. He finishes but the music and dancing just keep going. Dessert spread is set up. Now, you have to understand, the Argentinians, LOVE their sweets. I mean, LOVE. It is at every meal, breakfast included, vast and varying. Tonight it is cake after different cake, tarts, icecream and even an apple crepe with dulce de leche station. Sofi's Mum spies that we haven't had any and soon arrives bearing two large plates with a selection of all, forks, plates etc and then notices we haven't any champagne to go with it, so scurries off and returns signalling, eat! eat! drink! Sweet (ha). More dancing and as we do, bags arrive on the dance floor, filled with funny hats, glasses, glowing things and it's corny but funny and the wildness goes into overdrive. Glenn is pulled into a circle with Sofi and her friends and a long-haired blonde with a tight-fitting, low-plunged (well-endowed) red catsuit with cut-away sides (I know, but they obviously dress for a dance party not a wedding!) pulls him away for a dance! The other boys are shell-shocked! She's apparently "the hottest chick in the room" and GT scores a dance?? She's very....um...keen and Sofi pulls her aside, with a whisper in her ear and all of a sudden, she disappears. I had scurried away to get my phone for a photo 'cause no-one would believe the story otherwise but missed it! No doubt, it will be retold and embellished many times. Funny. We make it to the end! Kath and I high-five! Wasn't hard at all! What...a...blast. The best wedding party. Such exuberance, such celebration of young love, the moment. No speeches, no cake-cutting (Sofi was adamant). Just fun. We're about to board for Madrid so will finish are BA stay and photos en route if possible. Adios Argentina!

[megfournier-blog]

montañita:

montanita is too notorious not to visit. on thursday night me, emily, sophia, and my over packed backpack containing every summer-y article of clothing i had brought to ecuador that are not culturally appropriate for the city met in quito to head to quitumbe station. we pit-stopped for a can of mani, some trail mix, granola cookies, and lollipops, then plopped ourselves on the overnight bus to guayaquil. the trip was 8 hours of on and off sleep in a somewhat squished seat with voiced-over american movies playing in the background, but it definitely could have been worse. plus, you can never beat 8 hours of travel for only $10. once we got to guayaquil, we had to transfer to a local bus to montanita, which took another 3ish hours. on friday morning, we finally arrived in montanita.

after dropping our stuff off at after beach hostel, which was in the middle of nowhere, we headed toward the beach to find some non-packaged food. The main street of montanita was littered with small booths covered in neon paper signs reading “desayunos” with pictures of fruits, eggs, and smoothies. relieved, we handed over our 5 dollars and sat down for cantaloupe juice, coffee, fruit salad, scrambled eggs, and a waffle, and enjoyed the hot food while making casual conversation with some somewhat annoying chilean kids.

finally, we headed to the beach, and it felt so good to plop down in the sand. we laughed out loud remembering it was still february, because as much as it doesn’t feel like winter in quito, it definitely doesn’t on the coast. we waited about an hour until noon came, an hour we had decided was appropriate for a cocktail, and went and got the fruitiest, sugariest blended drinks we could find. the water was the perfect temperature, and the beach had enough waves to still be fun. we ended the relaxing day with a delicious plate of arroz mixto before heading to one of the hundreds of small street side cocktail stands for fresh passionfruit mojitos. we took our drinks to the beach, and did some absolutely incredible people watching, and quickly discovered that montanita parties don’t start until about 1 am. highlights included a woman who appeared to be selling hand woven baskets, but in reality, they were simply a vehicle for her weed business. we danced in caña, a discoteca with sand as a floor, lost beach, a blub covered in neon graffiti, and a discoteca made up of a bunch of metal bridges called alcatraz before making the journey back home.

on saturday, we peeled ourselves out of bed (with difficulty) early in the morning and went out for another large but delicious breakfast, then walked over to the tourism stand at the end of our street. a smiley, somewhat overenthusiastic man and his three-year-old son greeted us. we had already set up a trip to isla salango, an island nearby known for snorkeling and kayaking, so all we had to do was meet him to pay and then make the trip to puerto lopez, a neighboring town from which we could take a boat out to the island. I’m not saying I was picturing a limo, but I did kinda think that the company had some sort of vehicle to take us there. nope! next thing we know, we are standing on the side of the road with the three-year-old, whom the man has insisted knows the buses, and trusting this fetus when he tells us when the correct public bus has come and flag it down. i have to give it to him-the kid got it right. i sat next to an incredibly interesting seventy-something year old man, and got to hear all about his family tree in the hour and a half long trip.

we got to puerto lopez a little before our boat was ready to leave and decided to walk around and get drinks. naturally that led to us showing up mildly late for departure time, cocktails in hand. we shared the boat with an eclectic mix of individuals, including two women in their 20s that had both finished traveling the world by working on private yachts. the boat took us through the incredibly blue water and past interesting rock formations. we stopped for a few minutes next to a large rock and admired a group of blue-footed boobies, which are among the most well-known of the rare animals that you can see off of ecuador’s coast. Their feet really did look like they were dipped in blue paint, and it was cool to feel like we were entering into a largely undisturbed world.

once we got to salango, we took turns jumping off the boats top platform, and then spent an hour exploring the reef nearby. while much of the coral is unfortunately bleached and dying, we still saw plenty of beautiful fish, including bright purple starfish, a giant school of needlefish, and a pretty cute pufferfish. sophia and i decided to kayak around and explore the coast, and headed around the island toward open water. i guess we were too concentrated on the cool rocks- formed from underwater volcanic activity- to notice how far we had gotten, and when we turned around, the boat was following after us as the guide waved his arms and screamed our names. our bad!

we spent a little longer relaxing on the beach before climbing back on to the front of the boat to enjoy watermelon, banana bread, and another beautiful boat ride back to puerto lopez. we got to puerto lopez starving. lucky for us, we quickly walked by a cute little family-run fish restaurant and plopped ourselves down. we chowed down on rice with shrimp, octopus, and conch, cazuela with shrimp, calamari, and scallops, rice, and patacones, of course dosed in an inappropriate amount of ahi. from our seats, we could literally see the fish market on the beach that our food was coming from, and the delicious meal could have tasted fresher. after stuffing our faces, we laid out on the beach to relax until a very toasty emily requested we head back to montanita. we figured we would just find the bus stop and hop on…how naïve. 

we asked around about where the bus terminal was, and after being met with many shaking heads, decided to take a mototaxi up to the main road. there, we were told to go stand on the side of the road in front of this man’s house, as the bus would see us there and stop. thank god, he was outside sweeping his driveway (again…what?), so we went and asked him if we were in the right place and if he had any idea when the bus would come. he assured us we were, and that it should probably come in 5-20 minutes. he then added, “it will either come as a green bus or a small car,” which was a throw off to say the least.

[randrvstheworld]

Wine-filled nights & jam-packed days

Yesterday rain scuppered our plans to do stuff during the day. Classic Quito. We’ve relocated to our hostel now; little room to ourselves which is nice (also it was the only one left, whoops). Due to the crappy weather we spent the day chilling & making plans for the next month - Gabby goes home mid-November so we’re trying to pack as much in as possible; she made us a wicked itinerary encompassing much travel around Ecuador, then a bus to Peru where we will explore the North of the country for a week before she has to fly back to the UK, at which point Roxy & I will venture South.

The evening saw us take an escapade to Bandidos Brewery, a craft beer house & micro-brewery in Central Quito (”the dangerous part” according to a guy outside who clearly needs some lessons on not bumming out foreigners), where we ate platters of snack foods & drank delicious craft beer & Chilean red wine (which I am developing a taste for). Late, I developed a mean case of homesickness & felt pretty upset but adult conversation & the power of friendship resolved the matter quite swiftly. I’m finding it very hard to be away from my family & have to also stop myself from wondering what people are up to back home without me - there’s nothing I can do about it, plus I need to embrace my travels & make the most of it lest I be filled with regret; in the wise words of my wonderful mum (via a very uplifting early-morning whatsapp): “it’s better to be a little homesick now & then whilst travelling, than back in the UK in a crappy job not homesick”. SO TRUE. My mum is officially the wisest person I know & always knows what to say to cheer me up when I’m feeling blue.

Today, we had an action-packed tourist-y day of sightseeing, which was ace. In the morning - a gloriously sunny & beautiful morning, no less - we took Gabby to sample the delights of blackberry juice & then went up the Panecilla to see the giant statue of the Virgen de Quito; this is the Quito School of Art interpretation of the holy Madonna, in their version she wears a crown of stars,is controlling evil symbolically in the form of a dragon on a chain, & has majestic angel wings so she can fly baby Jesus to safety in the desert, OBVIOUSLY. She’s up on top of a big hill on a circular platform with a balcony, so we were treated to a fan-freakin-tastic 360 degree panoramic view of the whole of Quito in the blissful bright sunshine. There’s a little street market at the bottom so we treated ourselves to some awesome hand-crafted souvenirs & Xmas gifts for people back home, before jumping in a taxi back to our hostel to freshen up before our afternoon excursion to the equator line.

Just as we were preparing to leave on our trip, the sky turned an ominous inky grey & as we left the city the heavens opened, & I mean OPENED. The roads were muddy rivers, whole car tyres submerged. There are no drains or sewer systems in this part of the world really so when it pours, it just runs down the streets in torrents. Can be a little frightening if you’re driving & you’re not used to it. Thankfully by the time we reached our destination it had pretty much slowed to a light drizzle at most so we were able to make the most of the Equator line & it’s accompanying attractions.

It’s set up like a little open-air museum with different areas, discussing the indigenous peoples’ theories & beliefs regarding the solstice & the equionox & their various traditions & customs. Then we were talked through the science of the equatorial line, at a latitude of 00 00 00! Sun dials, talk of the times of year when there is NO SHADOW in bright sunlight (WHAT), & being able to literally jump back & forth over the line dividing the northern & southern hemispheres. We did some little experiments on the line itself - trying to walk along it with your eyes closed (basically impossible, because your gravitational pull is all messed up you can’t help but basically fall over); testing eachothers’ strength (we were all really weak along the line as our bodies aren’t acclimatised to the different gravitational effects); draining a basin of water on the northern ride & the southern, & being totally amazed as we watched the water swirl away in two different directions; & finally attempting to balance an egg on a pin - only myself & one other girl were able to manage it, & we got little egg-balancing diplomas (no joke) with equator stamps on them. It was SO FUN! We bought oursleves awesome little souvenirs to commemorate the fact that we have LITERALLY VISITED MIDDLE EARTH & took a million silly photos & videos. It was such a great, fun-filled day of classic tourist stuff which is often super fun in it’s cheesy-ness. 

We came back as a beautiful post-rain light illuminated the mountains surrounding the city. So stunning; I really dig cities sat within valleys, surrounded by green hills & grey mountains; when the sun peeps through the clouds it lights up the buildings in the valley in little pools of light & is really quite a sight to see; can’t be truly captured in a photograph but will forever live within my mind’s eye. 

We went back to our favourite neighbourhood art cafe for coffee & sandwiches & are now having a nice relaxing evening. I need to package up a bunch of Xmas gifts & write cards ready to send tomorrow or the next day. I’m sad not to see people at Xmas this year but at the same time really stoked to send my loved ones cool gifts from around the world. And then think how great it will feel when I do get to see all the people I care about again. I’ll be laden down with souvenirs & tales of my epic adventure. Can’t wait.... but first, there’s a lot of the planet left to explore!

[terkaznebes]

Oh Canada!

Oh Canada, you fantastic piece of land. This was hands down the best holiday of my life. It had everything - the most inspiring nature, scenic routes, camping and cooking on the stove, bears, elk, friendly chipmunks, crystal clear lakes, hiking and the most wonderful and handsome man that I have ever met.

Upon our arrival we have picked up our rental car - Grand Cherokee Jeep, this is important as we were planning to punk in it the entire holiday. It was big enough to sleep four and I could never complain that it wouldn’t be comfortable. We also bought a few necessities like a blow up mattress in Wallmart. Luky’s friend who lives in Vancouver lent us the rest of the camping gear and we were ready to go.

Day 1 We woke up in a residential area on top of a hill with a pretty view and drove to the nearest picnic area in a forest, next to a little creek. I cooked scrambled eggs and ground my coffee in between the tallest pine trees and I honestly couldn’t be happier because fuck, I love this so much! I can’t explain it how much. I remember packing up our tent with my friend Kirsty somewhere on a cliff on the Isle of Skye while it was pouring down rain and I had to smile because for some reason, this is where I am in my element. Or when you are a few miles away from the Chilean bofrder in Patagonia after you have camped next to a volcanic lake, totally freezing your butt off but trying to save petrol and waiting for them to open the border, aaah memories. Anyway back to Canada. On the way to the wine region Okanagan valley we bought some blackberries and cherries that of course were fantastic. In Osoyoos we had a little swim and I was thinking that the lake was amazing but a little cold, but I had no idea what was yet to come. Stopped for a little wine tasting at a Lonely Planet recommended winery La Stella. In Pentincton we jumped into the Skaha lake because why not? And stopped to sleep somewhere past Vernon.

Day 2 Again we were lucky enough to find a charming place for breakfast near Sicamous next to yet another lake (yes there will be a lot of lakes in my story). All I can say about this - nothing like scrambled eggs, coffee and a little bit of skinny dipping before the village wakes up. We stopped for coffee and lunch in Revelstoke, to use their slogan: The Gateway to some serious Mountains. And they had good coffee: Phil&Sebastian, obviously we bought the beans. Made a few stops on the way and finally made it to Alberta. Since it was already late we decided just to have a peek at Moraine Lake and do some hiking in the morning. It took as a while to get there as there was some serious traffic. The amount of tourists scared me a little bit. However the lake and the view was spectacular. The type of view poets write about. The amount of people did spoil the atmosphere a little bit, but I still couldn’t get over the mountains in the background, the serious blues of the water and the mirror like surface. Dinner right there on a picnic table, a few squirrels thought they would get some but they didn’t.

Day 3 Super early morning, but it was worth it. We drove straight to the infamous Lake Louise and I can understand why. Given the early hour there was only a handful of people with us and the atmosphere was great. Red Canadian canoes on the lake, slightly cold and misty. I wish I could canoe on the lake as well, but for $75 per half an hour, I think I will wait until I can stay in the Fairmont hotel behind it for a week without going into debt. There was nobody on the hike to Lake Agnes, except for the chipmunks which made me feel like a Disney Princess, however I soon as they found out I will not feed them, they quickly abandoned me, those ungrateful creatures. We hiked all the way to the Little Beehive where it was just us and the view. Similarly on the Big Beehive, where we shared the nature with a friendly american family who took some photos of us and let us use their hammock. We continued to the plain of Six Glaciers which I do not recommend at least not if you have seen a glacier already because the way there was full of people, the view was nothing special and it just took forever. We finally made it back to the lake which now was as full as Times Square on New Year’s Eve. I quickly navigated through the asians with selfie sticks as I didn’t want to spoil my experience. I know that these world wonders have to be shared, but it’s so hard as it completely ruins the atmosphere of the nature. I fear the day you won’t be able to be alone in the mountains. As much as I try to avoid thinking about it, the ever growing population and rise of Chinese middle class sometimes fills me with dread. On our way to Calgary we stopped for some coffee and pick me up snacks in Banff and spent the evening with Luky’s family. It was nice to have a proper Czech dinner in North America and I really enjoyed it.

Day 4 We pretty much faffed around Calgary (I love that phase - to faff around, it’s my favourite British phrasal verb.) and we had a coffee tour that our friend arranged for us, guess what? It was at Phil&Sebastian, Luky clearly knows good coffee when he sees it. The coffee was great, the venue was unique and original and the roasting process interesting and our guide Javaid really friendly and cool. After we had to rush off for a dinner at a Japanese restaurant with the family. Lukas went to watch his cousins hockey game and I did some serious route planning and writing taking advantage of the wifi connection.

Day 5 After breakfast, and some solid faffing around, we finally left the beautiful and comfortable house to our even more beautiful and comfortable vehicle and continued to Canmore, which I loved! A cute little mountain village with designer shops and craft beer. Yes, the Czech in me finds it extremely important to try local beers whenever possible and if the sun is shining. Since it was over thirty degrees we rented a stand up paddle board from a guy who was like: Czech people!!! I was just surfing with my friend Jirka yesterdaay :D We made it to Banff and went to see the most spectacular hotel that I have ever seen - the Banff Fairmont Hotel, I can just imagine what the atmosphere must be there like in winter. Instead of lounging there with a whiskey glass next to a fire place like it should be done, we ate some cereal bars in the back of the car. It was actually so much fun. I don’t remember what we were laughing about the whole time but we really were laughing so hard that people who walked by smiled and said hi. After a few viewing places which I cannot recommend due to crowds we made it to Lake Minnewanka for the sunset and my oh my, could this be more beautiful? The lakes, the daring forests that grow all the way to the tops of the mountains, the green tea we were drinking the slight chill of the evening. What an atmosphere, which was only enhanced by a group of goat we took a selfie with. We also saw our first herd of elk by the road.

Day 6 We had our breakfast at the exact same place and set for a hike where we saw some marmots, a lots of squirrels and heard some rock avalanche, which was extremely loud as we were alone on the top. Lukas made me ring the bear bell with no break as it really was in the middle of a forest. We spent the rest of the day chilling out in the car with the booth open to the view of the lake and mountain, which is my favourite combo. After we continued to the Icefields Parkway, which probably is the most picturesque road I have ever seen, I mean talk about a road trip. It winds down slowly in between glaciers, mountains, endless forests and lakes. We stopped at one and jumped right in, this lake wasn’t featured in any guides and thank god for it as we were able to enjoy it in peace while munching on Canadian blueberries. We found a perfect spot for dinner next to a glacier river and it was such a romantic moment. With the sunset, the river, I feel like I haven’t lived without him. Like all my other travels meant nothing because he wasn’t there. As we drove away at dusk a brown bear just casually walked across the road, luckily there was no traffic so I was able to stop but all we saw close up was his bear bum hahaha pun intended. It’s such a rare experience to see this massive creature in its natural habitat. The place we chose for the night was a parking lot at Saskatchewan Crossing, which was close to perfect because they had draught beer in a typical Canadian pub.

Day 7 This day started with making friends with a massive grizzly bear. We stopped on a side of the road to pee… I mean to take photos and as Luky was going down with the camera suddenly he yelled no no not going there, there’s a bear! And there really was, we followed him for couple of meters and took a few photos until he disappeared from the view but man oh man how exciting! The hike I chose for the day Valley of the Five lakes was everything and more. Jumped into lake number one, water was great. It was even better in lake number five, clearly nobody wanted to do the full trip, we were completely alone and I didn’t bring bathing suit anyway. There’s something extremely liberating about swimming naked. I need my own lake. Or just cross the boarded to Germany, I mean they might have a few things wrong going on, but they love their nudist beaches for a reason. Although I must say it was somewhat repelling seeing an elderly german man frying a sausage next to his sausage on a shore lake close to the Czech border. Oh the summer of 2016, I will never forget. After the refreshing swim, I cooked lunch while lounging in a massive wooden Canadian chairs next to a wild white water river under the shade of trees before entering Jasper. Apart from having a local draught ale, going on a historical walking tour and chilling out in the hot springs we didn’t do much for the rest of the day.

Day 8 We woke up to a gloomy atmosphere as the smoke from the BC fires has made it to our location. Never the less we went for a forest walk after breakfast (which a goat tried to eat) along an enchanting river to the source of the springs. The forest smelled amazing and the forest floor was soft and again I felt like I was in a disney movie. We sat on a log chatting. We drove to Maligne lake and did a small hike around Moose Lake, no moose to report around the lake as they were hanging out at the parking lot later on, still pretty cool. We cooked dinner and slept right there.

Day 9 As we woke up, we set out for a hike to Bald Hills, after about a 20 minute of walking we decided naah let’s just not today and we turned around and walked back to the car while making several jokes about how the people walking up think that we are already coming back from the top. Turns out, it was the best decision anyway as it started to rain heavily about 20 minutes later. I bought some supplies including red wine and roast chicken, which we ate right in the car escaping the rain. We spent the rest of the day driving about 700km. The only thing to report was excellent coffee in a wooden hut across from the information centre in Clearwater, BC and an even better brownie. Also a stop in a town called Cache Creek, which was almost a ghost town due to the fires that have been in the area for over two months. Lady in the Inn, where we asked for directions, told us that she hasn’t seen blue skies for almost the whole summer. She also told us that the road we wanted to take was closed so we had to take a detour, which was anyway interesting and a bit post apocalyptic. I still enjoyed drinking my Okanagan valley wine from a tin cup. We finally stopped at a campsite past Lillooet, had some baguette, salami and wine for dinner and went to sleep.

Day 10 We drove to the hike called Joffrey Lakes, three absolutely stunning turquoise blue, ice cold lakes that we walked to through an enchanting forest trail. Finally we made our way to Whistler where we made a rash decision to book a luxurious hotel for the night. With jacuzzi, sauna, a sun terrace with mountain view, red wine and a fire place - no regrets.

Day 11 We spent the morning in the hotel and it wasn’t until lunchtime when we finally made our way to town, we had some poutine for lunch and watched downhill racing. The town was buzzing, a really posh place, the Aspen of Canada. After we have had enough we walked to a train wreck in the forest across a little wooden bridge. We set out for Vancouver but not until after I bought the coolest Whistler Blackcomb t-shirt from Roots - made in Canada believe it or not! The reason why we drove to Vancouver was that Luky’s friend told him that we can go onto a helicopter ride as she had two free places. Unfortunately thanks to the horrible traffic we didn’t make it, but we saw the helicopter. At least we made the sunset next to the Lion’s Gate Bridge. Quick visit to Wallmart a dinner at Wendy’s and suddenly it was late at night and we made it to Luky’s friends house. We all had beers together and chatted for a few hours, which was really nice.

Day 12 Late night and an early morning, not the greatest combination but again it was so worth it. We drove to Squamish and hiked up to Stewamus Chief, which is the second largest monolith after Yosemite. It was a pretty much a vertical hike and my stomach is still a bit sore today. The views and the rock were spectacular. We walked up so quick that I was sweating through my eyelids. Obviously I couldn’t sit on a plane like this for twelve hours so I needed some sort of “shower”. There was one and only lake on the way so I jumped in it and even managed to shampoo my hair. It was so cold that passing by Chinese people actually took photos of me. I don’t know if I told you this yet, but I am pretty hardcore. Just the perfect combination of tough but girly :D it’s true, you can’t make this up. The very last thing we did was to have lunch at a fancy little restaurant Olive&Anchor in Horseshoe Bay and off we drove to the airport. After returning the car, Luky’s colleagues picked him up and drove to Pentincton where they will be working for the next two weeks. I spent about three hours at the airport, which didn’t seem that long as Vancouver was one of the slowest airports. Only for check-in and security it was nearly an hour and a half and getting a sub in Subway another half an hour. Air New Zealand btw is a shitty airline. I know that airplane food is not great, however I never had an issue eating it and I can’t count how many flights I have been on, but Air NZ food was disgusting. I actually bought snacks for the way back and I wouldn’t touch their scrambled eggs with a ski pole. And it wasn’t just a coincidence because this was the case for all four flights. Next time it will have to be Air Canada. And yes there will be a next time, Canada is just to spectacular to only spend two weeks there.

Arrival to the Gold Coast wasn’t half bad either, 25 degrees, cloudless sky, fresh breeze. Yes please, remind me of this whenever I complain because I really have nothing to complain about. Thanks to jetlag I spoke to Dominika, my mom, my dad, Radek and Misa. I went for a morning swim today and really enjoyed it. Had a coffee with my former flatmate Lilly chatting on the beach and to beautifully wrap up the day I got a little drunk on sangria at a Mexican restaurant with my pretty colleague Kate. Now, can I just go back to Canada please? Thank you!

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The Daily Thistle

The Daily Thistle

Thursday 16th February 2017

"Madainn Mhath” …Fellow Scot, I hope the day brings joy to you…. Cold and dry with a strong wind blowing this morning, enough to make me wish I had wrapped a scarf around my neck this morning before Bella and I left the house ..  but here we are at 3.50am on the streets of Estepona ..

BEATING TIME…. AGAIN…. An unusual clock that has been a well-known feature in a part of Inverness since before World War Two has been restored to its former glory. The drum clock was made in Victorian times from a copper barrel and later installed on Merkinch Welfare Hall in 1931. The Inverness Common Good Fund owns the clock and paid for it to be restored to how it used to look in its heyday. It is due to be refitted to the front wall of the hall. Sprucing up the clock, which is working, forms part of a wider project led by community group Merkinch Enterprise to renovate the historic hall. Terry Ellison, pf Merkinch Enterprise, said the restoration of the building's timepiece was like a St Valentine's Day gift to the local community.

AND YOU WANT TO GO SWIMMING…. Pancake ice has been photographed on a river in Caithness. Also known as ice pancakes, the phenomenon can be found in rivers and in the open sea. They form when foam floating on a river freezes. These frozen chunks are then shaped by being rubbed against one another in eddies of water. James Donaldson photographed the pancake ice on the River Thurso at Halkirk at the weekend during a trip to Caithness from Aberdeen. Ice pancakes have previously been spotted on other Scottish rivers, including the River Dee in Aberdeenshire.

SOMETHING FISHY HAPPENING TO SALMON… The Scottish salmon farming industry is facing major problems from sea lice, which have led to a cut in output, fast rising costs and a big rise in prices. The problem is not new, but it has burgeoned during this decade. Chemicals have been extensively used, but lice are becoming increasingly resistant. Bathing the salmon in warm water is an expensive treatment, but it led to the accidental slaughter of 95,000 fish in one incident last year. The industry has admitted it has a serious problem, and is spending at least £30m a year on measures to respond to it. That is in addition to reduced profits and lower production, down worldwide by an estimated 7% last year. Ian Bricknell, an expert with experience of aquaculture research from Aberdeen and now at the University of Maine, says the cost to the whole Atlantic salmon farming industry is at least £400m.

UP – UP AND AWAYYYYYY!!! …Scotland's two busiest airports have recorded their best January on record, following a marked increase in demand for international travel. Edinburgh Airport said more than 781,000 passengers passed through its doors last month, a year-on-year increase of 11.7%.Glasgow saw its traffic rise by 8.4% to nearly 600,000. Meanwhile, Aberdeen International Airport reported its lowest decline in passenger numbers for almost two years. Edinburgh said most of its growth last month came from international flights, which were up by 11.6% on the same period last year. Airport chief executive Gordon Dewar: "After a record-breaking 2016, it is fantastic that we start 2017 with strong figures. "We are now seeing the impact of launching 27 international services in 2016. "

I’M A POLICE OFFICER.. GIVE ME YOUR MONEY… Police in Edinburgh are investigating a series of thefts and attempted thefts where men have impersonated police officers. Six incidents have been reported to police between 3 and 13 February. In all the cases, two or three men have targeted foreign national tourists in an attempt to steal money - succeeding on two occasions. The men, who are described as southern European, claimed to be police officers before demanding to search the victims. Police Scotland said the first incident took place at about 13:20 on 3 February in the Grassmarket, when a Chilean man was approached by a man who asked him to take his photograph. The pair were then approached by two suspects who claimed to be police officers and then demanded to search them. The two police impersonators then got into a silver or grey Seat hatchback and drove away and the other man walked into the Grassmarket. Officers said the Chilean man later realised a three-figure sum of money had been stolen from him. On 13 February, two Chinese tourists lost a four-figure sum of cash when they were targeted in a similar scam on Market Street. They were approached by two men who showed them ID and said they were undercover police officers. Other incidents happened in Chambers Street, Castle Street, and in the Calton Hill area. There was one incident on 3 February, one on 11 February and four on 13 February.

On that note I will say that I hope you have enjoyed the news from Scotland today,

Our look at Scotland today is of Atlantic Salmon in the Falls of Shin leaping as it goes up river to spawn...

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Thursday 16th February 2017 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in ….. Be safe out there…

Robert McAngus