#literally blew my mind in the car today

[parappah]

so today i learned that the trans siberian orchestra isn’t trans, siberian, NOR an orchestra

[onlyangel4]

I once again dont have any drivers in mind but pls do something with “waves of blue” by majid jordan🥺 thank you!!!!

waves of blue. ls2. smau.

fans have noticed that logan does not seems like he is enjoying his job anymore. but when his girlfriend joins him for the first time they realise that she is all he needs to be happy.

author's note: guys isn't it insane how much abigail cowen's real boyfriend looks like logan it actually blew my mind ngl

faceclaim: abigail cowen

f1lover

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f1lover: logan has been having such a bad season and you can literally see the light drained out of his eyes, he just always looks so deflated and it makes me so sad. i just want to give him a hug.

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user1: i know y/n is really busy with work but he just looks like someone who needs a hug from his girlfriend

user2: he has not been happy ever since the beginning of the season

user3: everytime they pan to him he is frowning and it makes me so sad, especially since we now know he probably won't be back next year

logansargeant

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logansargeant: had the best summer break back in miami with my girl. back to work in the netherlands this weekend.

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y/ninsta: still can't believe i actually managed to get two weeks of summer break off this year

logansargeant: honestly i'm so grateful you did love, i had the best time with you

user4: this is the most american summer break post ever

user5: the only pictures i see logan actually smiling are the ones where he is with y/n

user6: caption makes it seems like he really doesn't want to go back to work

f1updates

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f1updates: logan sargeant had a horrible crash during fp3, it is very unlikely that the car will be ready before the qualifying session, therefore he will be starting at the back of the grid. this is the beginning of yet another disappointing weekend for the american driver.

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user7: oh logan, why is it always you?

user8: no longer he seems to hate his job now

user9: i'm so glad that he is okay that could have been really bad

user10: as much as i joke about wanting to be a wag i genuinely don't know how y/n does it, watching the man you love get in these dangerous situations and not being able to hold him afterwards would be so awful

y/ninsta posted a story

written: as many of you know i am a vet tech and i was on the night shift today, 8pm to 8am, logan's crash happened just before i finished my shift, i have spoken to him and he is okay, i just wanted to pop on here to kindly ask that you stop sending me pictures of my boyfriend's horrific crash asking for my opinion on it, i do not want to constantly see that when i open my messages, thank you loves now it is time for me to go to bed

logansargeantupdates

written: another race weekend more sad content of logan

logansargeant posted a story

written: look who happened to pick me up from the netherlands

y/ninsta posted a story tagging logansargeant

written: just watched my first in person practice session and jesus christ those cars are fast

logansargeant posted a story

written: p16 tomorrow, so close to q2 but we move, me and this girl are going to go have a nap

logansargeant posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: my girl's first race weekend

f1updates posted two stories

story one written: the smile

story two: the reason for the smile

y/ninsta posted a story

written: here we go

f1updates posted a story

written: logan finished p16 but he is the happiest we have ever seen him, he ran down the pit lane to find y/n after the race and they shared such a happy loving embrace. seems like this american boy just needed his american girl

y/ninsta

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y/ninsta: my first ever race weekend ! and i am so proud of my boy i love you so much logan and i can't wait to attend more races even if my heart can't take it

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logansargeant: i loved having you by my side this weekend my love

y/ninsta: there is nowhere else i would rather be

lilymhe: it was so nice to have you in the paddock

y/ninsta: thank you for telling me what was going on when i had to shut my eyes

user11: they have only been to one race together and they are already my fav couple

user12: logan perks up whenever you are about it is the sweetest thing ever

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Not my gif

Look at how cute she is in this gif I actually can’t 🤩

Vivianne Miedema x !Fem!MccabeReader

[I love you so much]

Can’t find the request but I combined it with another one a got hope you don’t mind

Act like Jordan never left and Leah Viv and Beth never got their yk what injured

Act like the car teleported to the stadium idk

Finally finishing this at 3am when I’m supposed to be sleeping

Not proof read cause I’m lazy

Warnings- mention of injury, Viv being the softest gf ever, pure tooth rotting fluff, protective Viv, Protective Katie

Word count- 1.5k+

Summary- Reader gets Injured in a away match against Tottenham and Katie and Viv go into protective mode

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Today was the game against Tottenham. Unfortunately, it was an away match, so we had to travel to The Hive Stadium.

As Viv and I talked about the upcoming game while walking to the coach, Katie called out, “Wait up!” She ran to catch up with us.

“Hey, Katie!” I said, turning to her.

Viv echoed, “Hi, Katie!” with a smile. God, I love her smile. We continued our walk, and when we reached the coach, Katie asked, “Have you seen Caitlin?”

“Yeah, she’s just behind Stina and Cloe,” Viv replied cheerily. Katie quickly pushed past us and ran to find her girlfriend while we climbed aboard the coach.

Viv turned to me and said, “God, she’s whipped,” then turned back to watch Katie with a wide smile on her face. I couldn’t help but agree. We made our way to the back of the coach to sit together, holding hands.

I leaned my head on her shoulder, and she whispered, “You tired, baby?” I nodded against her neck. She chuckled softly and said, “Go to sleep, my Schatje,” running her fingers through my hair.

Three Hours Later

“Schatje, wake up,” Viv said, softly kissing my forehead.

“Five more minutes,” I mumbled, burying my head further into her neck.

“Liefde, we have to get off the coach and get ready for the game.” Reluctantly, I sat up. Viv happily grabbed my hand and helped me off the coach. As soon as we stepped outside, Katie turned around and said, “Keep it PG,” giving us a side-eye.

“Katie, we’re literally just holding hands,” I groaned.

“Still, you never know where that can lead.” She dashed off to catch up with Caitlin.

I sighed into Viv’s neck. “God, I’m sick of her.”

Viv chuckled. “She’s only joking, babe.”

“I know, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying.”

We rushed into the stadium and got ready for the game.

Thirty Minutes Later

Before the game started, we warmed up. Luckily, Viv and I were both starting, so we got to warm up together with the team.

The trainers instructed us to pair up for drills, which included one-touch passing, crossing balls to each other, and penalty kicks.

Fifteen Minutes Later

Fifteen minutes later, we lined up, preparing to walk out for the game. Viv stood behind me, massaging my shoulders, and whispered in my ear, “Let’s win this, baby.”

Kim called out, “Let’s win this, ladies!” We walked out, lined up, shook hands with the opposing team, took our team photo, and then dashed to our positions. As a midfielder, I linked up beautifully with Viv. I sent her long balls, and she skillfully navigated the defense to score.

The ref blew the whistle, signaling the start of the game. Right away, Caitlin passed the ball to me. I surged forward with my teammates at my side. As I was about to cross it into the penalty box, a Tottenham player harshly tackled me, sending me crashing to the ground. As soon as I hit the turf, most of my teammates rushed to my side—well, all but two. I glanced down at my ankle and saw blood. Looking back up, I noticed Viv and Katie screaming at the ref, demanding a card for the Tottenham player, arguing it was a clear foul.

“You alright, Y/n?” Leah asked, concern etched on her face.

“No, I don’t think I can continue. I’ll have to get subbed off.”

In the background, I could hear Katie and Viv’s escalating commotion. Though I couldn’t catch all the words, I did hear that both had received yellow cards for foul language and nearly starting a fight with the Tottenham players.

Kim quickly pulled them away from the ref and the opposing team and brought them over to me.

Viv and Katie crouched down beside me, and Viv asked, “Are you okay? I’m sorry for not coming sooner; I was just so angry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I have to get subbed off, though. My ankle is killing me.”

Katie was still giving the ref a death stare but was listening intently. Viv gave me a soft look while rubbing my hand. Katie quickly kissed my head, and Viv kissed my hand as Stina signaled to Jonas that I needed to be subbed off. Viv and Katie helped me off the pitch, and Victoria Pelova took my place.

Medics escorted me to the medical room, which thankfully had a TV, so I could still watch the game while the doctors checked on me. After some examinations, the doctors informed me that nothing serious was wrong with my ankle; I just needed to rest it for two weeks with ice.

As I watched the game, I saw Viv score an absolute banger and, during her celebration, blow a kiss to the camera, which made me smile.

Twenty-Five Minutes Later

It was half-time, and Arsenal was up by three goals.

Viv and Katie rushed into the medical room, immediately coming to my side—Viv on my left and Katie on my right. Viv took my hand, and Katie rubbed my leg, asking if I was okay and what the doctors said.

“The doctors said I’m fine; it’s nothing serious. I just need to rest it for two weeks and ice it twice a day to reduce inflammation, plus I have to strap it.”

“That’s good! We’re glad you’re okay,” Katie replied, smiling while still rubbing my leg.

Viv chimed in, “Did they say you can walk?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘no’? The doctors said I could, just not to put too much pressure on it.”

“No, I’m carrying you everywhere.”

Katie nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I agree with Viv. You’re not allowed to walk anymore. Don’t want you injuring yourself further.”

“What? That’s not fair! The doctors are professionals. I don’t think you two are.”

Before I could say more, Leah entered, informing us that the game would start again in ten minutes, and they needed to discuss tactics.

Before I could respond, Viv kissed me on the head and mumbled, “Goodbye, love you. See you in a bit,” while Katie playfully messed up my hair before leaving with Viv and Leah.

I lay back on the medical bed, sighing, and pulled out my phone to inform my parents about my injury—totally not searching for Vivianne Miedema edits on TikTok instead.

Thirteen minutes later, I watched Viv score another incredible goal, and not two minutes later, Steph chipped the ball over the keeper’s head, bringing Arsenal’s score to five.

Thirty Minutes Later

The game ended with Arsenal winning 7-0, featuring a hat trick from the one and only Vivianne Miedema, a chip by Catley, an absolute stunner from McCabe from just over halfway, Kim Little scoring a penalty due to a handball, and a brilliant stoppage-time goal by Caitlin Foord.

Before I could even process it, the whole team burst into the medical room, dancing and singing. I sat there laughing, enjoying my time with my Arsenal family. Eventually, it calmed down, and Jordan asked, “Y/n, are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I’m going to be—”

Viv cut in, “No, she isn’t. She’s going to be bed-ridden and isn’t leaving the house for a month.”

“Excuse me? A month? You can’t be serious!”

“Just taking precautions, baby,” Viv said cheerily, making me groan and lean back against the medical bed.

“Someone’s a bit grumpy.”

“Shut up, McCard.”

“Rude.”

As Viv and I argued, I didn’t notice when she left and returned with a wheelchair. Katie burst out laughing, and the rest of the girls joined in.

“Okay, darling, let’s go.”

“Viv, please, you’re joking! I don’t need a wheelchair. It’s like you think my leg got amputated or something.” The girls continued to laugh.

“It’s not funny! I don’t know why you’re all laughing.”

Viv placed the wheelchair beside the bed with a wide smile. “Viv, please tell me you’re joking. I really don’t need a wheelchair.” The girls left the room to prepare to go home.

Viv scooped me up from under my thighs, whispering, “Let’s go, baby,” and sat me in the wheelchair. She pushed the door open and we made our way out of the medical room.

Viv quickly unlocked the car, lifted me from the wheelchair, and plopped me into the passenger seat. She placed the wheelchair in the trunk before heading to the driver’s side.

“You ready to go, baby?” she asked cheerily.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Viv started the car, immediately placing one hand on my thigh, where it stayed for the rest of the ride.

After a while, I fell asleep, knowing it would be a long journey home.

Two Hours Later

“Y/n, it’s time to wake up. We’re home,” Viv whispered in my ear while gently shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the light in the car.

Viv unbuckled her seatbelt, turned off the car, and opened my door, unbuckling me from my seat. She lifted me under my thighs, and I quickly buried my head into her neck, whispering sleepily, “I’m tired.”

“I know, my darling,” she replied, locking the car. She walked us to the house, unlocked the door, and guided me to the bedroom, where she gently placed me onto the bed.

“I’ll be back in two minutes, baby. I’m going to run a bath for you,” she said, running her fingers through my hair.

She quickly went to start the bath and soon returned to help me get there.

She placed me on the bench next to the sink and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead, making me smile contentedly.

She picks me up, places me in the bath and washes my body and my hair, after a while she takes me out dries me off with a towel, dries my hair and dresses me. She then brings me to the bed and gives me a kiss on the cheek and says

“I’ll be back in 15 minutes, love. I just need to take a shower.” I groaned and replied, “Hurry up, I want my cuddles,” a bit grumpily.

She chuckled, grabbed her clothes from our shared closet, and headed into the bathroom.

Seventeen minutes later, she emerged, looking fresh in her clean clothes with her hair still damp.

Viv walks over to our shared bed, lifted the blankets, and laid down next to me. I instantly leaned into her and whispered, “You lied.”

“About what, love?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“You took longer than 15 minutes. Liar.” Viv chuckled and ran her fingers through my hair.

“How can I make it up to you, my love?”

“You have to give me a kiss, and then I might forgive you—if the kiss is good enough,” I replied smugly.

She lifted my chin and slowly leaned in, bringing her lips to mine. She kissed me slowly and sensually. Unfortunately, after a while, we had to part for air.

“Was that good enough, my love?” I leaned into her neck as she chuckled.

“Yes, it was perfect.”

“Good, only the best for you, my love.”

I sighed and whispered, “Goodnight, I love you so much.”

[livindeadgirlgrav]

can you plz write headcannons or a story about female reader picking up nubbins sawyer while he’s hitchhiking, one thing leads to another, and she’s riding him to death (not literally teehee) in the back of her van🖤? maybe a bit of dom reader too? thank you so much🖤🖤

Yessss! Of course! Thank you so much for the request! I can totally write a headcanon also if you like! I love my little stories lol

Pairing: Nubbins Sawyer x Dom fem reader

Warning: NSFW!! Very nsfw, mention of drugs, violence, etc

Ps: Not 100% proof read it’s 3am lol it’s possible I overlooked something

You were a lost soul according to your parents, but in your mind all you wanted was to be free. A lot of things gave you that feeling of freedom- music, the open road, and a couple psychedelic drugs here and there. Having all three at your disposal you felt pretty free today. Driving your 72' Ford van you jammed all the way down the road. You hummed at the silk like feeling of the wind running through your fingers as you held your hand out the window. You smiled to yourself when you saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road. Of course you pulled over for them. First off it was way to hot to be walking I mean you were practically naked in your mothers eyes. And secondly he was pretty cute and you didn't have anything to do all day besides seeking that sweet freedom.

Once you came to a stop the strange looking man quickly got in the car. "Hey man? You alright? Its super hot out today. Suppose to be the hottest day of the year." You stated trying to make small talk. The man now in your passenger seat smiled. "Where you heading too hm?" You smiled at him as you started to drive away occasionally looking at him. "South" You nodded. "Same!" You giggled. "So how did you get out here?" You asked softly. "I was at the slaughter house, my brother work there. My grandfather too! My family always been in meat." He chuckled a little liking the attention he was getting from you. "Oh cool, my daddy was in it for a bit too but got a better job as I grew up. I never liked it, it made me sad seeing the poor babies." The man chuckled. "Its good food though, see they make head cheese. T-they take the head and boil it expect for the tongue and they scrap all the flesh away from the bone. They use everything, they don't throw nothin away!" Hearing the man ramble on you thought it was a bit gross but also kinda cute, he was so excited as if he hadn't had anyone to talk to in years. Like a little lost puppy. You giggled a bit, "Well I didn't know that." You smiled at him then looked back at the road. "Oh I love this song" You said turning up the radio, the wind blew into your window perfectly swaying your hair from side to side. Your attention was captured when you saw a flash coming from the man. Looking over you saw the man grinning as he looked at you then his camera. “Hey you took my picture!” You giggled. “You can drive to my house! It’s just down this road! A-and you can have dinner with me and my..” before he could finish you cut him off “Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked as you pulled over. The man looked at you confused. “Let me see.” You said as you scooted closer to him and took the photo out of his hand. “It’s not bad. You wanna take some more?” You smirked at the man.

Before you knew it the two of you were in the back of you 72' Ford van. You made the first move which wasn't unusual for you. At first you whispered sweet nothing into the nameless man's ear, then started nipping at his ear and the skin on his neck, earning soft moans from him. You noted at how edger the man was, noting how he trembled at your touch. Seeing how he wanted to touch you just not sure how. "You can touch me if you want, I don't bite..hard." You giggled then moaned softly as the man place his hand on your exposed thigh. "We can be slow if you like?" The man starred at you in awe and shook his head no. "Good boy." You quickly straddled his lap and began to kiss the man, kissing you back the man placed his hands on your waist. Grinding you kept kissing him till he pulled back a little to let a moan escape his lips. "It feels good doesn't it?" The man nodded as he laid back watching you grind against his lap. Smirking you kept going as you removed your shirt then your bra watching the mans face as he grinned ear to ear. You grabbed the mans chin softly and pulled him to you. Looking down at him you felt very dominate and free. The mans breath hence at the sudden touch, looking up at you he went to kiss you but you moved back slightly. "Tsk tsk so you wanna touch me?" You asked. "Y-yes." The man stuttered. "What do you say?" "Please?.." The man was very impatient as he was so needy, wanting a release. Grinning you placed the mans hands on your chest and he bucked his hips uncontrollably, making you chuckle. You grinned against the man making him shutter and moan. "You are so big." In a matter of seconds you both went after the same thing, his belt. You pushed his hands away and he grunted frustrated. Grinning you undid his belt and then his pants, going to undo yours he stopped you, pushing your hands away lightly. The man quickly unbuttoned your daisy dukes. Lifting yourself up the man pulled your shorts down. Before you even realized he was inside you and you rode him like a bull rider. Hearing his moans, grunts and whimpers. It was music to your ears and he was so unaware.

You both stayed in that metal tin till the sun went down, changing positions and occasionally fighting for dominance (when you won more than once) you moaned as the now naked man trusted into you and kissed on your neck. Grabbing his hair you moaned out, grinding as best you could against. The man moaned as while almost in perfect harmony with you. Before you knew it you both were finishing at the same time, it was something you never experienced before! A feeling washed over you that you swear was familiar but it definitely wasn’t.

Laying in the floor of the van you snuggled up with the man you come to learn to be Nubbins. Finding a old blanket under one of the seats you both snuggled underneath . Surrounded by polaroids of your naked body and of his you both fell asleep on the biggest high you could only imagine.

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Hey! I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so so so much from the request and thank you tons for reading!

[tavolgisvist]

A Day in the Life

Q: Then the tricky one that the BBC banned – ‘A Day in the Life’. It’s been said that this is a sort of requiem to Tara Brown (the heir to the Guinness Trust, killed last December in a car crash in London). A: I’ve heard that. I don’t think John had that in mind at all. The real words to that are ‘Read the news today’. There’d been a story about a man who’d made the grade, and there’d been a photograph of him sitting in his car. John said ‘I had to laugh’. He’d sort of blown his mind out in the car. Q: Literally, with a gun? A: No, he was just high on whatever he uses, say he was pissed in this big Bentley, sitting at the traffic lights. He’s driving today; the chauffeur isn’t there, and maybe he got high because of that. The lights have changed and he hasn’t noticed that there’s a crowd of housewives and they’re all looking at him saying ‘Who’s that? I’ve seen him in the papers’ and they’re not sure if he’s from the House of Lords. He looks a bit like that with his homburg and white scarf and he’s out of his screws. That’s a bit of black comedy…

(Paul McCartney, November 1967, interview with Alan Aldridge for The Observer)

The verse about the politician blowing his mind out in a car we wrote together. It has been attributed to Tara Browne, the Guinness heir, which I don't believe is the case, certainly as we were writing it, I was not attributing it to Tara in my head. In John's head it might have been. In my head I was imagining a politician bombed out on drugs who'd stopped at some traffic lights and he didn't notice that the lights had changed. The "blew his mind" was purely a drug reference, nothing to do with a car crash. In actual fact I think I spent more time with Tara than John did. I'd taken Tara up to Liverpool. I was with Tara when I had the accident when I split my lip. We were really quite good friends and I introduced him to John. Anyway, if John said he was thinking of Tara, then he was, but in my mind it wasn't to do with that.

(Paul McCartney, 1997, Many Years from Now by Barry Miles)

I did once have an accident in Liverpool where I fell off a moped and busted my lip open, and we had to get the doctor round to my cousin Betty’s house. That was around this same time, when I was twenty-something and going out on the moped from my dad’s house to Betty’s house. I was taking a friend, Tara Guinness. He died later in a car accident. He was a nice boy. I wrote about him in ‘A Day in the Life’: ‘He blew his mind out in a car / He didn’t notice that the lights had changed’. Anyway, I was with Tara and had an accident – fell off my moped, busted my lip, went to Betty’s, and she said, ‘Get a doctor, get a doctor. It needs stitches.’

(Paul McCartney about Rocky Raccoon (!), The Lyrics, 2021)

[mythicalmyles]

double pen + breeding + somno + dubcon + size difference literally doesnt matter who just no minors 🥺 pretty please with a cherry kn top

Masky x Hitchhiker!Reader x Hoodie

amab male reader

(Noncon/dubcon, double pen, breeding, size difference, overstimulation, drugging, pet play, video taping, use of the word pussy)

You blew air through your nose as the fourth car passed you, you flopped your arm down to your side and kicked a rock. If you’re idiot friends hadn’t spent all day arguing you wouldn’t have had to walk off on your own. You crossed your arms angrily glowering at the road, cursing everyone you had ever known as you leaned against the gas stations fence..

You looked upto see a truck making its way down the road. Anxiety fluttered through your stomach but your desperation outweighed your brains and you stuck your arm out. You doubted you would turn out like the others. It slowed down next to you and you fought off your anxiety.

A rather large man came hopping out of the side, his dark brown hair flopping down over his face. He had a angry scar streaked across his eye, his eyes were cold and held something dark and twisted inside of them. He had tanned skin and a scruffy beard hiding his jaw, he was almost twice your size and you couldn't help but shrink under his direct stare. "Hop in." Was all he said as he walked past you, you thought a smirk tugged at his lips but you shook it off as your tired eyes playing tricks.

"Tha-.." You drawled off but he was already pushing open the door to the bathroom. You swallowed down your nerves and made your way to the door, another man with his hands on the wheel. "Uhm, Hi." You choked out as you pulled yourself up, struggling with the height of their truck. You suddenly felt a hand twist into your jumper and you were yanked up, falling into his shoulder.

You jumped back and began frantically apologising to him, embarrassment taking hold of you. "You're fine." His voice wasn't as rough as the others and despite the fact you would be stuck in a truck with two men who were twice your size, one you knew could pick you up without breaking their stoic face.

You both sat in silence for a few moments as you looked at your lap. "Brian." You visibly jolted when his voice broke through the silence, eyes snapping to him. You stared at him for a moment before quickly choking out your name. Brian's lip tugged up, you seemed like you would be a good boy for them. After all, they had went out of their way to pick you up.

The other guy suddenly appeared, throwing himself onto the seat and slamming the door behind him. You tried to steady your breathing as you were pressed up against both of them, anxiety clawed at your mind as any chance of escape was cut off. You quietly gulped down some air as Brian began driving. "Names Tim, what's yours?" You snapped your gaze upto him. "Oh, uhm yeah sorry my names (Name)."

You felt scared looking into his eyes so you stared out the window, looking out into the night sky. "Want a drink?" Tim held a bottle out to you, you could feel the back of your throat cracking so you gladly accepted the bottle. You handed it back to him and he just threw it to the bottom of the car.

Brain eventually turned the radio on, playing softly in the background. The heat of the truck combined with being sandwiched between two large men had your eyes beginning to flutter closed. You must've outdone yourself today, you figured that was the reason for the sudden inability to keep your eyes open.

You relaxed back against the seat, barley registering the hand that landed on your thigh. Masky smirked over to Hoodie, happy the sedative he had put into the bottle before stopping made quick work of you. "I think this time is different." Masky grinned, Hoodie nodded as he continued to drive.

Masky easily opened your legs, a small chuckling exhale being drawn from him when you let out a snore. He turned so he could pull down your jeans, easily manhandling you to get them off. You flopped back against the seat when he was done removing your close, still sound asleep despite Masky hitting your head off of the roof a couple of times.

Masky hit the storage compartment and it flung open, he threw out all the papers inside and grabbed out a bottle of lube. "At least that sleaze was handy for something. He died too quick for my liking." He pulled one of your legs between his, making sure you couldn't pry yourself away. He lubed up three of his fingers and without warning pushed two into you.

You shot up with a moan, shocked drowsy eyes staring at Masky in surprise. He wrapped his arm around your neck, cutting off your breathing. Since the truck was automatic Hoody pulled one of his hands from the steering wheel, hooking it under the thigh closest to him and helping Masy keep them pried open.

You whimpered in Masky's hold, choking out moans through sealed lips as his fingers rammed into your prostate and stretched you open. You squealed and twisted in their hold when Masky pressed a third finger into you, tears dripping down your cheeks and they tore you apart. Neither of them seemed to care about your fingernails that had embedded into their flesh, your sobbing moans only seemed to make them act up more.

Masky didn't waste much time in stretching you open, pulling his digits out with globs of lube chasing them. You whined as you felt the goo drip down your ass. "Ple-please stop it." You choked out when Masky's hand moved from your throat, he pulled you into his lap completely ignoring your words. "Whatcha say Hoodie? We fuck this cute little puppy nice and full of cum? He's so tiny, so easy to move" Masky's voice was cruel and you hated the way your cock twitched with reaction.

"Don-don't you dare." You cried out, trying to get off of Masky's lap and only resulting in having your head slammed into the dashboard. His rough calloused hands grabbed your ass cheeks and pried them apart, you buried your head into your crossed arms as you lay across the dashboard.

"Ah-Shit. N-no!" You cried out when his tongue suddenly licked a stripe across your hole. His hands dug into you, rugged nails scraping your flesh as he suddenly pushed his tongue into you and began fucking you with it. "Oh, no, fuck!" You choked out, sobbing into your arms. You barley even registered yourself beginning to grind back onto his tongue, whimpering as your body shook with pleasure.

"What a good boy, just lie there and take it." Hoodie's voice made you whine and your body twitch, you turned to see him watching you from his peripheral. You had almost forgotten about it existence and hot shame flooded you, you didn't have much time to dwell before you were yanked back against Masky's chest. You tried to fight him but he pulled his cock out of his jeans, watching it hit up against yours.

You let out a loud panicked yelp as you began fighting him harder, you could feel his cock sliding between your thighs and against your own cock. He felt really heavy, and he was really big. You didn't think they could get that back, it would've impressed you if you knew it wasn't about to split you open.

"Please dont." You begged shaking your head. "It wont fit." You whimpered out, Masky pulled your legs upto your chest. He made sure you could see his thick cock catch against your hole, you sucked in a breath of air when he wrapped his hand around his cock and began pressing into you.

"N-No! Am-A-" You cut yourself off with a strangled moan as he buried his cock into you, you freely sobbed in his lap as you tried to cope with the overwhelming feeling of being stretched beyond belief. He began grinding up into you, his cock rubbing against your prostate and making you curl your toes.

You looked down at your stomach, eyes doubling when you noticed the bulge in your stomach. Your mouth dropped open as your hoarse voice cracked out, in strangled gasps. You didn't notice the truck veering off to the side and stopping. Hoodie pulled his camera out of the side department, quickly turning it on and turning it onto you. "C'mon Masky, I want a better shot." His voice caught your attention and you felt your heart skip a few beats when you came eye to eye with a camera.

You began shaking your head but Masky's hand slapped over your mouth, turning sideways and leaning against the door so Hoodie could get a good view. You didn't bother begging them to stop, not when you could barley even string a sentence together instead your words were drowned by moans. Masky easily bounced you on his lap, groaning as you tightened around his cock.

"Such a good puppy for me, so good. You gonna take all the cum i give you and be my good little cum dump." You whimpered as his words shot through your stomach, leaving a fire burning in its wake.

It took Masky a couple more thrusts before you were wailing as you clenched hard around his cock, whining as he continued fucking your sensitive hole at the same pace. "N-No mor-e!" You cried, body beginning to drip with sweat.

"Room for one more? I wanna breed this cute little pussy too." You couldn't even feel it in you to whine with your shame, letting out small moans as Masky readjusted you both and Hoodie came between your spread legs. You looked up at him with fear in your eyes, he grinned down at you as his hands wrapped around your knees. He yanked them up, ignoring your wailing as Masky's cock moved inside of you. "No, I-can't." Your voice was high, body twitching with overstimulation.

You broke down into full blown sobs when Hoodie's cock began sliding into you alongside Masky's, once Hoodie had fully sheathed his cock inside of you, you lost your voice. Cracks instead leaving your throat as they both fucked into you, never leaving you empty.

You leaned back against Masky's shoulder, staring into Hoodie's camera. Pleasure tore you apart, their cocks stretching you further then you could ever think you would. "Think we keep this little puppy we found? Think our slutty little puppy can go back to normal cock after this?" Hoodie chuckled, deep ragged breathing as you swallowed up his cock, lube squelching inside of you.

Snot and tears dripped down your face, your hands too tied into their clothing to bother wiping any of it away. Neither Hoodie or Masky cared, they liked you better like this. Whining like a good bitch, stretched around their cocks. "Do-don't worry though, we'll take go-good care of you." Hoodie growled out, burying his head into your neck and biting down on your shoulder.

You had no doubt he was going to leave teeth marks embedded into your flesh with how hard he bit down, you felt your eyes twitch close against despite being ready to cum again. You bounced between conscious and unconscious as they had their ways with you. It was downright filthy, getting picked up and railed by two truckers. Yet it unlocked something deep inside of you, loving the way their cocks stretched you beyond your limit. The way their rough, scarred hands ran over your body, tweaking your nipples and grabbing at your flesh.

It all felt like too much, you tightened around the both of them, letting out one last scream as you came hard. You painted both you and Hoodie but he didn't care, his thrusts picking up as he began to lose it.

You felt lost as they emptied their loads into you, thick cum filling up your insides and slipping out between their cocks. Hoodie continued to thrust gently into you, enjoying the pained look that flashed across your face.

He chuckled as he pulled back, pulling up his jeans but not bothering to fasten them. You felt confused when Masky didn't pull you off his cock, seeming content to sit with his arms wrapped around your waist. "If we wanna breed you properly, we can't waste any." He smirked as his hands began running over your stomach.

All you could do was whine with every bump on the road.

[livsateez]

missing you (jung wooyoung x reader)

something wooyoung holds dear to his heart are your facetime calls while he’s on tour. seeing you on his small phone screen helps him feel grounded.

each call is a reminder that he’s one night closer to having you back in his arms.

[tuesday - 12:45 am]

“hi woo!” you smile at your phone, you watch the small screen as he struggles to prop his phone up.

“y/n!” his eyes light up at the sight of you, feeling himself let the stress of his recent days leave him.

“how are you? how was the show?” his smile illuminates, making the screen feel brighter than it was. not that you minded.

“it was amazing! you should’ve seen the crowd, i swear it was our loudest show this whole tour!” you laugh to yourself, his happiness feeling contagious.

“i wish i could’ve been there, maybe i can go to your next home show.” his eyes light up when you mention a home show.

since the tour began, wooyoung has been counting down the days until he can come home to you. while he loved being on the road and seeing the world with his friends, he loved the feeling of being close to you just a little more.

“one more week,” he told you, holding up one finger. you smile to yourself, knowing the countdown all too well.

“one more week,” you repeated, completing the same action.

wooyoung smiled at you, blowing a kiss, as if to give you something to hold on to until he got home.

“it’s getting late, you should get some sleep,” he could see your exhaustion as you wiped your eyes.

“normally i would say no, but you also look like you could use some rest.”

“yeah, yeah. i’ll call you in the morning, okay?”

“okay. i love you, woo.”

“i love you more. goodnight!” he hung up before you could argue back.

[wednesday - 2:14 pm]

“—and then she had the audacity to act like it was my fault!” you looked down at your phone while you walked to your car, seeing wooyoung roll his eyes at the mention of your coworker.

“i knew there was a reason i never liked her,” you giggled at the sentiment.

“you’ve never even met her.”

“okay? but you don’t like her and she ruins your day, therefore i hate her,” he had an almost matter of fact tone in his voice.

you get in your car and prop your phone on the stand, putting your hands up as if to balance it once you have it in place.

“you look like you need a nap,” he tells you as you start the car.

“funny enough, that’s exactly what my plans were for when i got home,” he puts his hand to his forehead, giggling

“it’s almost like we brainwaved. like we’re connected or something,” you couldn’t help be laugh.

“i’m gonna go so you can focus on driving. i love you,” you nodded.

“okay, i love you too.” he smiled, blew you a kiss like he always does, then hung up.

[saturday - 8:37 am]

“you do know that if you don’t get up within the next five minutes, you’re gonna be late, right?” wooyoung usually never called this early, but he knew if he didn’t, you would’ve been late to your saturday shift.

“i don’t even know why i agreed to come in today, you think it’s too late to change my mind?” he nodded.

“i told you to tell them last night, but someone didn’t want to listen to me,” you glared at him, while he laughed.

“it’s not that i didn’t want to listen b—”

“but?” he teased.

“whatever,” he laughed again.

“now get up before you’re late and then you call me about how your boss was mad because you were late,” you tossed your phone to the side and he playfully gasped.

“did you just throw me?”

“do you want me to get up?” you laughed.

“my bad, carry on.”

wooyoung stayed on the phone with you all the way up until you pulled into your work’s parking lot.

“okay, i have to go. i literally have a minute before i’m late.”

“have a good day, i love you,” you smiled at him, and held up three fingers.

“i love you too. three more days!” you yelled excitedly.

“three more days,” he smiled brightly, and blew you a kiss as part of his routine, then hung up.

[tuesday - 5:54 pm]

you ran around yours and wooyoung’s shared apartment, trying to make sure there wasn’t anything out of place. you had been cleaning since you woke up, but couldn’t help but feel like the place was still a mess. you were wiping down your kitchen counter when you got a text from wooyoung

woo☀︎ ; i’ll be home in a few minutes, i can’t wait to see you!

your eyes widened and you looked around the apartment.

“this’ll have to do,” sighing, you typed out a quick response, and ran to the bedroom to change into something other than sweatpants.

about five minutes later, you heard keys coming from the door. you took a look in the mirror, before stepping out into the living room, waiting for wooyoung to finally get the right key to open the door.

to say wooyoung was excited to see you was an understatement. the second he opened the door, he threw his bag to the side and ran to hug you. he spun you around and covered your face in kisses.

“that’s it, i’m never leaving you behind again. you’re coming with me every time i go on tour,” he told you as he put you back down.

“i don’t think they’d allow that,” you giggled. you tried to pull out of the hug, but he wouldn’t let you.

“i can just put you in my suitcase, how are they gonna know?” he laughed and kissed your forehead.

“whatever you say, woo” you leaned your head on his chest.

wooyoung rested his head on yours, sighing contently. he was finally back home.

[lover-222]

Love Loving You (Jamal Musiala)

...

the story of how y/n and jamal met was something else. jamal and jude bellingham had played together for england when they were much younger. y/n and jude were twins, or so jude likes to tease her with "i'm still the older brother" and she'd reply with "just by two minutes dumbass". although they bickered like every brother and sister, they loved each other and were super attached.

jamal noticed her when denise and y/n would drop off jude at practice. he thought she was very pretty, as well as witty when she would sass jude around. as y/n, she only knew jamal as jude's friend, he'd come over to their house as they grew up. she knew jude would never let them date, mainly because he was overprotective and that was his best friend; it'd be awkward.

"go awayyy y/n" jude rolled his eyes.

"no why? i want to play fifa too" she said confidently.

jamal was over at their house, jude had invited him to play fifa before practice.

"because i want to play with jamal and no little sisters are allowed go away" he replied as his eyes were glued to the tv.

"i don't mind she can play jude c'mon" jamal exclaimed while he gave the young girl a sweet smile.

it was dortmund vs. bayern today, the anxiety was up and the crowd was beyond excited. as well as the red and yellow/black players.

both teams were approaching the field, stretching their legs and breathing in deep breathes. the whistle blew and the match began. y/n saw her childhood crush, jamal was in his bayern kit; god he looked amazing. she was distracted, her eyes would follow jamal on the football field. she was too focused on him, although it ended when he lost control of the ball due to jude.

jude was maneuvering the ball with such precision, as he got closer to the goal; dortmund fans chanted louder and louder. he made a perfect corner shot, the crowd chanted and celebrated. dortmund 1-0 bayern.

jamal noticed her, her long black hair swayed when she jumped up and down in celebration. he clearly remembered her, sweet and caring. she was mesmerizing, absolutely beautiful. he was captivated by her, jamal's eyes gleamed and shined. he got his head back in the game and tried to focus for the rest of the game.

she eyed jamal and how fast he would run, he had complete control of the ball and wasn't scared of the other players. he was so good, incredibly good; he had complete possession of the ball and dribbled it through many dortmund players. he made a great goal, his excited expression was adorable to her. jamal celebrated with the rest of the bayern boys and did his iconic musiala celebration.

the game ended 2-2, the players went back to the locker rooms. once they were done getting ready, jude headed out and met up with y/n. funny enough jamal also headed out at the same time and saw them.

jude and jamal catched up and even playfully bickered about the match. listening to them laugh and talk about silly things reminded her of the old times. jamal noticed her behind jude.

"hii y/n how've you been" he smiled, such a pretty smile.

"hey i've been good you know just supporting the best team ever" she teased while letting out a small chuckle.

"yeah right, no but in all honesty they were pretty good" jamal said.

jude had told y/n to stay there while he'd go for the car since it was a bit of a long walk.

jamal and y/n talked for a good amount of time. he worked up the courage to get her number. she thought he was insanely cute, he was just the prettiest boy ever to her. this wasn't a new thought, she believed that ever since she was a young girl.

______ P r e s e n t ________

@y/n.bellingham

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y/n.bellingham: my favorite boy ❤️ @jamalmusiala10

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jamalmusiala10: my favorite girl in the whole wide world 🤍 ↪️ y/n.bellingham: ❤️

judebellingham: wtf i thought i was your favorite? also wrong team 🙄 ↪️ y/n.bellingham: shut uppp little brother ↪️ judebellingham: IM LITERALLY OLDER THAN YOU!!! ↪️ y/n.bellingham: BY 2 MINUTES JUDE 2 MINUTES!!! 💀

fcbayern: golden couple 😎

...

"see i corrupted you now, you're wearing my bayern jersey" he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder.

"oh shut up or else i'll put on my dortmund jersey" she laughed while swaying in his arms.

to jamal it was a gorgeous sight and feeling. it was a lazy sunday for them. y/n was only wearing black spandex and jamal's jersey. his jersey was like a dress to her due to him being 6'0 while she was 5'5. his number and name decorated her back '42 MUSIALA'. her hair was in a messy bun and her complexion was absolutely beautiful. he knew that he was down bad for her. she'd go to end of the world with him, and he would too.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── a/n: jamal oneshot jamal oneshot jamal oneshot

i'm like soooo obsessed with him omfgggg i hope y'all enjoyed this one ;)

d<3

[pensat-i-fet]

Our special day (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got this request to write about the reader and Rúben going to a wedding and reminiscing about their own. Very fluffy and cute, of course. And I was looking forward to writing it but when I started, I could only imagine my best friend that will get married soon as the bride in this story and…I loved that 🥺🥰 I hope you all have a good time reading it ❤️**

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When Rúben went back to your hotel room to check you were ready to leave, he stared at you for a whole minute before making his presence felt.

“That’s really rude of you, you know?”

“What?”, you said, turning to look at him.

“No one is supposed to look better than the bride. And you already broke that rule”.

You laughed at his comment. “Well, she chose the dress so she probably won’t mind. Besides, the groom will only have eyes for her”.

“Same as I only have eyes for you”.

He hugged you from behind, staring at how you two looked in the mirror. You still needed to give the finishing touches to your hair and make-up, but didn’t mind him being so clingy.

“I’m not happy about you not sitting with me at the church”.

“I’m a bridesmaid, Rúben. I have to be with the bride”.

“But I’ll miss you. I guess at least I get to stare at you without looking like a creep. You’ll be literally next to the people who get married”.

“I think being married helps you avoid looking creepy when you stare at me”.

Rúben just hugged you tighter. This day brought back so many memories. He couldn’t stop thinking about it and wondered if you were feeling the same.

“I have to go see the bride. She’s probably so nervous!”

“Were you nervous before our wedding?”

“No. I have you wrapped around my finger. I knew you’d show up”.

And you weren’t lying.

                                       **

Once the bride was ready, you joined the other bridesmaids on your way to the very nervous groom. Your friends were absolutely adorable. Also, they had been dating since they were babies, so it was very emotional for you to see them finally getting married. You knew they had been dreaming of this moment for so long.

On the way to the altar, you spotted Rúben sitting with other of your friends. And when he saw you, you stuck your tongue out to him. He laughed, loving your goofy side, and blew you a kiss.

The first notes of the wedding march were played and you already felt tears in your eyes. All the other bridesmaids, your best friends, were feeling the same way.

And whenever you looked back at Rúben, you saw he had kept his promise of just staring at you. He was so silly.

The ceremony was very emotional and once it was over, you all got out of the church to say goodbye to the bride and groom for a little bit. You were still waving at their car when you noticed strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“They looked so happy”, he said.

“I know…oh crap, I’m getting emotional again”.

“I think we looked even happier on our wedding day”.

“Rúben! You’re not helping”.

He laughed and turned you to face him. He used his thumbs to clean the little tears without messing up your make-up too much.

"We are actually the reason this wedding happened".

"How?"

"The bride caught your bouquet at our wedding".

"Well, she was already engaged so that might have helped too. Who caught it today?"

"A little girl. She was so excited but I'm afraid she'll have to wait a little longer to get her own wedding".

You took Rúben's hand and walked to your car so you could drive to where the reception was going to be held.

"You won't believe everything we did to decorate the venue", you told Rúben while you took him inside to see it. No one was supposed to be there yet.

He kept looking at all the little details and then you got to the photo wall.

"It's not the classiest or whatever but who cares. We just knew she'd love it".

Rúben looked at every photo. From your group of friends on school trips to the hen party you organized a couple of months ago. Your whole friendship was documented there. And then he saw one photo that he could have recognised anywhere. One you had at your own house.

"I love this photo".

It was one taken at your wedding. It was you and your bridesmaids hugging Rúben while he laughed.

"You see it every day".

"Doesn't make me love it less".

"You see me every day".

"Doesn't make me love you less either".

Your kiss was interrupted by one of the waiters who got there to keep getting things ready.

"Sorry".

"Don't be", you told the poor guy, "we'll let you get to work. Everything looks perfect. They are going to love it".

Neither you nor Rúben liked to get too full eating all the little bites of food that were served before the main meals. But you still walked around the venue chatting with everyone.

"Oh, you served these at your wedding", said one of your friends, grabbing a pastry from a plate. "These are so good".

"What is that? I don't remember the menu we picked".

"Salmon pastries, you have to try one".

Rúben accepted one while you reminded your friend you didn't like salmon.

"It's really good. Is it the same company doing the food today?"

"Yes, it should be good".

Everyone loved your wedding, so you had given the info of all the people hired to your friend so she could get them to work for her special day too. And you were so glad to see they were doing a fantastic job again.

All of the bridesmaids, except for one, were already married. The first one to tie the knot had started the tradition of getting the most gorgeous fake flower bouquets made for every couple attending their wedding that was engaged. You were sad thinking you weren't going to get yours, since your engagement hadn't been made public before attending the wedding where you should have been given one. But your friend waited until everyone was distracted to give you yours.

And now it was the bride's turn to continue the tradition. You had given her hers at your wedding.

She moved around the tables and then didn't walk past yours. That's odd.

"For you", she said, giving the bouquet to the only unmarried friend with a wink.

You all realised quickly she had been waiting to tell you the news now and got up to go hug her, causing everyone to stare at the commotion you were creating.

"What are you thinking about?", you asked Rúben when you sat down next to him to continue eating.

"Our wedding. I can't help but go back to all those memories".

"Well, those are good memories, right?", you laughed. "I'm thinking about it too. And about all the other weddings we've had in our friend group".

Rúben used two fingers to hold your chin so you would be looking at him. He kissed you quickly and stayed close to you so he could whisper.

"Can we get married again?"

That made you laugh. You had only gotten married 14 months ago.

"Maybe wait a little longer so we can justify the over the top behaviour".

The food was eaten and then the bride and groom cut the cake.

"Remember cake gate?", asked Rúben making you choke on the piece of cake you were eating.

"Stop! You can't mention that everytime I eat cake or one day I'll really choke".

"It's a funny memory".

"Wasn't funny when it happened".

The day before a match, you and Rúben had to go taste the menu for your wedding. And when it came to the cakes…there were so many options. And you wanted to give all of them a fair try. Rúben, always wanting to be helpful, offered to try all of them but…he wasn't as used to consuming so much sugar as you were. And the result was him having some…digestive issues at the match.

You noticed him getting up when more people started to join the happy couple on the dancefloor.

"Let's show them how it's done", he said, offering a hand that you took.

Ever since your wedding, you had gotten into the habit of dancing around the house as if it was your first dance as a married couple again.

You put your arms around his neck while his hands sat on your hips.

"You've got that thinking look on your face again".

"Just thinking about our wedding dance. My dad took no time to steal my bride once the song was over".

"I remember my mum doing something similar", you giggled.

"And I was thinking that it was right at this moment that I could truly relax and just enjoy the day. The worst that could happen was an uncle drinking too much. But everything had gone well".

You put your head on his shoulder, turned to look at him. "I was pretty nervous the whole time too. You know I like to be more hands on to make sure everything is done properly".

"We have that in common, yes".

You both laughed and kept dancing. You sometimes got to see glances of your friends dancing and seeing the way they smiled at each other made you happier than you could explain.

"But being here allowed me to go back to the whole wedding and appreciate it even more".

"How so?", you asked, curious.

"It's like, even if I was nervous, I still can remember every second of the day. And now I know nothing will go wrong, I can just think about how perfect everything was".

"It was pretty perfect", you agreed, big smile on your face.

"I remember when you got to the church and I couldn't believe people were right about brides being even more beautiful on that day. I remember you joking about how sweaty my hand was. I remember your vows, that were so much better than mine".

"I loved yours".

"Thanks, I worked hard on them and then messed up".

You kissed him before putting your head on his shoulder again.

"What else do you remember?"

"Getting photos taken. Coming back to our friends and family and how loud your friends cheered", that got another laugh from you. "Cutting the cake, the dancing…all of it".

"Good memories to have".

When the song ended, you noticed people moving around you and then the groom was right by your side.

"Can I steal her for one dance?"

"Sure, where is your bride?"

"My dad got there first, sorry".

Rúben laughed. "That sounds familiar".

Your friend and you started to dance to the new song, which was a bit more upbeat.

"I'll be stealing your wife next, just so you know".

"She's looking forward to it".

You smiled at him. He had also been your friend for so long. "Good day?"

"I wouldn't change a single thing".

Like you wouldn't have changed a thing from your special day either.

[thefrontofmymind]

hey! if you take requests can I please request a part two to the Matty Healy x photographer!reader where readers still photographing for tour but she’s always singing along/dancing with Matty/ interacting with the audience while she’s photographing the tour??

photographer!reader x matty healy instagram blurb

(FC: Maude Apatow)

a/n: hope you enjoy!!! happy to make more, just couldn't wait after the EVENT of o2 night 1,,,,kisses!!

yninstagram happy crimbo from me and Big Man! hope everyone has stuffed their faces full and are feeling the holiday spirit! Xxx

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ynfan1 merry christmas big man!!!

rass1975 merry xmas!

>yninstagram merry xmas mate!

ynfan2 ok but yn is so pretty its not even fair !

denise_welch happy christmas darling!

>yninstagram and you too !! xxx

trumanblack miss u

>yninstagram its been 2 days

>trumanblack 2 days too long

>1975fan1 awwww matty !!!!

yninstagram // NYE // 2022-23 //

📸: you know who ;)

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trumanblack not even a tag? rude

>yninstagram fine, 📸: trumanblack

yn1975fan1 aww yn and matty are together for new years!!!

>yn1975fan2 well duh

charli_xcx happy new year babes!!

>yninstagram you too baby!! &lt;3

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description: yn in the passenger seat of a car dancing to ‘Oh Caroline’, in the background you can hear Matty (driving) singing along

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trumanblack I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.

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1975fan1 matty being in love has cleared my skin, grown my crops, cleaned my room

1975fan2 SHUT UP THEY’RE SO CUTEEEE

yninstagram Xxx

1975fan3 ugh so jealous 🙄

yninstagram THE 1975 // AT THEIR VERY BEST // BRIGHTON // 08.01.23

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1975fan1 miss yn feeding us again!!!

1975adam and where was i during this little photoshoot?

>trumanblack hanging out with ur kid dickhead

>1975adam fair

1975fan2 LOOK AT ROSSAKJFDZDLJVCHNKJNJX

1975fan3 i was there!! I met you before the show and you paid for my drink!!!

>yninstagram i remember!! hope you had a great time sweetie!!

1975updates some fans with yn, tonight in Brighton!

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1975fan1 i met her and she was so nice!! she danced with me and my friends when she wasn’t taking pictures for a little!!!

1975fan2 she seems so sweet! tbh i wanna meet her more than the actual band

1975fan3 it was so cute when matty blew her a kiss during I’m in love with you!!!

>1975updates find a clip of it on my page!!

1975fan1 yn came to see us all camping out in Bournemouth!! She brought bottles of water & sandwiches for us and made sure we all had enough blankets and coats to keep warm!! 

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1975fan2 i love that she’s so nice to all the 1975 fans, i simply must stan

1975fan3 iconique™ behaviour

yninstagram THE 1975 // AT THEIR VERY BEST // BOURNEMOUTH // 09.01.23

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trumanblack fit

1975fan1 does anyone think its weird than yn basically posts only photos of matty?

>1975fan2 like where is the rest of the band????

>yninstagram hi!! i post the photos that get approved by the band’s management!! they all can decide to post what they want as well!! &lt;3

>1975ynfan1 queen yn staying unbothered i love her

1975fan3 this tour will be the death of me

1975updates yn met some more fans today outside Westpoint Arena in Exeter!

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1975fan1 i love that this acc has basically become a yn update account now

>1975fan2 bc she’s a queen 💗💗💗

1975fan3 I met her and she was so lovely!! She chatted to us all for like half an hour before she had to go set up her equipment :))

yninstagram THE 1975 // AT THEIR VERY BEST // EXETER // 10.01.23 (plus some backstage fun & me losing my mind during Be My Mistake)

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ynfan1 yn is literally the cutest girlfriend ever i WISH i was matty

1975fan1 everyone, let’s thank miss yn yet again for FEEDING US as often as she does

>yninstagram no need to thank me darling, it’s literally in my contract 😋

rass1975 ah yn, our biggest fan

>yninstagram you know it.

trumanblack now why’d you have to pick that photo

>yninstagram bc ily

>trumanblack BUT I LOOK LIKE A DICKHEAD

1975fan1 not yn meeting all us camping out at the o2…

TAGGED: yninstagram 

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1975fan2 SHUTUP SHE WAS THERE??? Icon.

1975fan3 she’s so nice!!! 

yninstagram it was lovely to meet you all!! try to stay warm! &lt;3

yninstagram THE 1975 // AT THEIR VERY BEST // THE O2 // 12.01.23 (featuring Taylor Swift, and circa 2013 yn)

TAGGED: taylorswift

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1975fan1 i DIEDDDD

ynfan1 mothers are mothering so hard rn

1975fan2 literally couldn’t breathe when taylor came out

1975fan3 SO ANGRY I WASNT THERE

trumanblack baby yn 😊😊

>yninstagram don’t make me go through the trenches to find your old pics,,,,

>trumanblack on second thought I love you so much you’re gorgeous please don’t

>yninstagram &lt;3

[ariqyraihan]

The Dialogue of The Cold Night

“Hi, are you okay?”

Amidst the distant silentness, I found a woman sat alone on the wooden bench at the park nearby my home. I usually walking here at the midnight to clear my head or just to vomit my grief.

She starred to the emptiness for long time as her mind wandered to a solitude, I guess. It made me wondering to approach her. But, she remained silent. Then, I sat beside her.

“Hi, are you okay?”

I asked again. The cold wind embraced us, even my jacket wasn’t enough to feel the warm. Her brown-curly hair covered the pale face, but even for that, I could still see that she was sobbing. Her red eyes.

“Here, take this.” I offered her my handkerchief. “And if it’ll make you relief, I’m listening.”

She took it and wipe it into her eyes. As the wind blew over my short-curly hair, it felt so much pain to me deep inside looking at her; remembering an old reminiscence that I had buried long time ago, as the emotion still lived in my trembling grasp — everytime.

A reminiscence that nearly killed me; as the rain would never stop falling from my eyes;

— You.

Your death was a silver bullet to my head. It took few minutes until she finally said, “You wouldn’t leave me alone right, however I ask you?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Thank you.”

I smiled. “So, are you okay?”

As gently as the drizzling rain started to falling, you gazed at me. Damn, I could read all the grieves in your eyes — as I once had it on mine. I looked back at her, giving all my attention.

“Many months ago, I lost everyone I love on a single car accident. My husband, both of my parents. It kills me. The pain I have, it decays. It’s poisoning.”

“How did you all get involved in this accident?”

“We were so tired and I talked to my husband many times we need to pullover, looking for rest area. Then it was blank. All I know, just a sirene and someone pulled me out. I couldn’t … find … them. I couldn’t fine my husband and my parents. It looks like I was the last person to rescue.”

“The — “

“Then, the day after the doctor told me that they are gone.”

She started to cry again. I was feeling guilty of asking this question.

“I’m sorry to hear that. My condolances for you. May they rest in pieces.”

“Thank you,” she said with a weak voice. Wiping her tears.

I knew this feeling. Once I was her at that sorrowful hour. When the pain decayed your feeling, what’s different between life and death? Why lingered with so much remorse and despair when you could shed it all and followed the beloved you’d lost?

“Day passed and the loneliness started to crawl on my skin. It feels dark, you know. The anger hold onto me, waiting for the explosion. Then it happened. Thought breaking something would make the pain go away, but the memory, the losing feeling kept coming back every night.”

“What did you do for it?”

“I didn’t know. It went crazy, I don’t recall last time I sleep after that accident. After few months, I found this place was so quiet at the late night. So, I came.”

“I could tell you the same thing.”

“I thought by coming here, it would make me any better. I’ve tried for months, in hoping I’ll get through all of these pains.”

“Have you?”

“No, it made me worst. I lost myself in despair. And today, I think, the only decision I deserve just to leave this life.”

I knew we were going this moment of conversation. I dared to grasp her hand, as I understood that pain might feel lighter when we shared our burdens and woven into a gentler embrace.

“Hei, even we never met before, I can feel your pain. I lost someone dearly too long time ago. Someone that I promise to protect and to love for the eternity. It killed me. Nearly, literally.”

She looked at me, “How did you get through that?”

“I couldn’t let go.”

“That’s it?”

“No, I couldn’t let her go, so I came here, walking to vomit all my griefs. Sitting on this wooden bench, and drowned on the pain. I cursed myself that I couldn’t make her stay. I couldn’t make her feel better. So, I let the tears falling through my eyes.”

“If I may ask, what happened to her?”

There were space of seconds to answer the question. Like, the words choked beneath my throat.

“She was sick. She was cancer survivor until she was not anymore. She used to go to this park, walking with me talking about our days every night. Until one day, I’m just walking alone, picking her reminiscence in every steps of mine.”

“Hei, I’m sorry — “

“Thank you, and it’s all right. It was years ago.”

“So, have you let her go?”

“Few hours ago, I came to her grave and said, ‘I love you and I let you go’.”

She fell silent for a moment, then her blue eyes, like an endless sea, fixed upon me. A single tear fell gently from their depths.

“You ….”

“Yes, it took me years to finally understand the meaning of the pain of losing her.”

In the depth of her eyes, I could see that my last words embraced her. Then, she leaned back on the bench, gazing at the sky, letting the drizzle kiss her face. We cared not for the drizzling rain that soaked our skin.

“Thank you,” she said, “After all these times, you make me feel better.”

I simply smiled, a silent gesture of my answer of her words. Sometimes, a single sorrow dwelling within our hearts can mend the grief of another. Our meeting tonight may have been unplanned, yet perhaps it was a design woven by the hand of fate.

I rose from my seat and walked toward the park’s gate, leaving her still seated in silence. Yet before I departed, I said,

“If you still feel unwell, come here every Saturday night at this hour. I will be here to listen. Perhaps, on such a night, we might exchange names.”

The woman smiled and waved her hand. I chuckled softly. In the end, parting and departure teach us the true meaning of having each other.

End

[judjira]

subway shenanigans

AN: this one's pretty funny HAHA i think i did a pretty good job with this one, also it kinda tempted me to make like an smau-style drabble?? idk how to do that but hey it sounds cool HAHA

pairing: dahyun/samotzu apartment au wc: 3871

One bright and beautiful sunny afternoon, when the birds were chirping at their brightest, when there was naught but a cloud in the sky, when the autumn breeze blew wonderfully, Dahyun woke up on the subway.

It wasn’t an odd occurrence, usually she dozed off on the subway anyway, thankfully for only a couple of minutes. It shouldn’t have been any different today.

In fact, there wasn’t anything different about today, except for the fact that maybe Dahyun just got a little less sleep than intended last night, too busy studying for an exam she had in the morning.

But, the exam was over, class was done for the day, and Dahyun could go home and surrender herself to sweet slumber.

Yawning as the train doors opened, she shuffled through the entering passengers, not unlike a zombie.

She swiped her card on the turnstile, muffling another yawn. Around her, the commuting hour had well and truly begun, with droves of people scrambling to get on the train.

With a sigh, she walked up the stairs that exited the subway.

And promptly froze in place.

This…was not the exit by her neighborhood.

Dahyun looked left. An unfamiliar road with cars zooming past her.

Dahyun looked right. A strange skyscraper she’d never even seen before.

Quickly opening her phone and scrolling through, Dahyun let out a thoughtful hum.

She was in a completely different city.

Checking the balance on her metrocard was a bit of a sobering experience, considering she had literally used up all of her credits to get to where she was.

And she couldn’t load up on any credits because she’d left her debit card at home, thinking she wouldn’t spend today.

That meant no spare change or bills either, all of them used for her lunch at the university.

“Well.” Dahyun muttered.

She was well and truly stranded.

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Me: hey jeong?

angelbaby 😇💙: yeah?

Me: uh im stuck in another city

angelbaby 😇💙: wat

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“Hm…my Lady is later than usual today.”

Sana tapped her foot on the subway floor. The resounding clack of her heels drew attention to her, but not moreso than her clothing.

Indeed, Sana dressed as she used to, in a velveteen black dress, with red lacing, edges, and bodice. A black bonnet adorned her head, similarly with red highlights. A red purse hung from her elbow, and to top it off, she held a black and crimson parasol in her hand, above her head. Even though she was underground, she could never be too safe.

Her ensemble drew looks from the surrounding commuters, a rather outdated but lovely look. But that wasn’t the only thing out of the ordinary.

“Lady Hirai…has she ever been this late before?”

By her side, a large black wolf whined, expressing uncertainty. A wide berth surrounded Momo, but not out of fear. The clicks of cameras going off was quite audible, but Momo paid no mind to it, instead shaking her head.

“Oh dear. I thought not.”

Suddenly, a ringing erupted from her purse, causing Sana to yelp slightly. Momo could only yip in return.

“…my word.”

Reaching into her purse, Sana took out a slim, piece of metal, her manicured fingers trembling slightly with every ring the metal made.

Her finger swiped, rather hesitantly, on the side of the metal that lit up.

“G-Greetings…this is Lady Minatozaki Sana. How do you do?”

“Sana, that’s cute every single time, but you know you don’t have to do that, right? You can just say hello.”

Until now, the wonders of the modern world never ceased to amaze. Sana’s cheeks colored as she spoke into the phone at an odd angle.

“My Lady…I just…it seems odd to be using this…cellular phone. I cannot see who I’m talking to.”

“Open your camera, silly.”

“M-my what?”

Sana yelped once more as the phone’s screen lit up, Momo cocking her head in confusion.

In the next instant, Dahyun’s face shone on the phone, wide but sleepy smile on her face.

“M-My Lady?”

“It’s the camera feature, Satang! If you press the camera button, I can see you too!”

Eyes squinting like an elderly person trying to configure a smartphone (which she one hundred percent was), Sana eventually managed to press the button, her eyes widening in delight.

“Oh! Hello, my Lady!”

Momo barked, tail wagging as Sana awkwardly lowered the camera to Momo’s level.

“Oh, you’re both there! Hi! Aw, you two look so cute.”

Panting excitedly, Momo licked the screen, causing a number of things to flash on the phone.

“Ack! Lady Hirai! Please don’t do that, the device is sensitive to water!”

Pulling the phone away from Momo’s disappointed whine, Sana cleared her throat.

“Ahem. My Lady, where might you be? It is past your usual hour of arrival.”

“Ah yeah, about that…I’m kind of…stranded.”

Sana blinked.

“Stranded?”

“Yeah, I’m about…two cities over. The one day our subway system’s on time, huh?”

“But…can you not just take the rail going back?”

“Yeeaaaah…I used up all my credits going here, and my debit card’s at home. Got no money on me either. How unlucky.”

“Oh dear.”

“No worries, though! You can just head back home, get some money from Jeong, then get over to me!”

Sana was forced to process all this in a few seconds.

“O-oh, um…I see."

“Yep! No worries! Oh, but um…try not to let the other girls know, alright? Especially Tzu, I’d hate to see what she’d do to the trains if she found out what happened.”

“I…um, my Lady?”

“Just keep a low profile! I’ve already texted Jeong, she’ll know how much to give you! Then, you just gotta buy a ticket going here, then we can buy a ticket for both of us, going back home!”

“Uh…alright, I—”

“You got all that?”

Sana glanced towards Momo, eyes flitting rather uncertainly. Momo could only yip in reassurance.

“I…yes. I understand, my Lady.”

“Alright, cool! Uh…not that I’m afraid or anything, but do you think you can come before it’s dark? College girl alone after dark…not so reassuring, haha.”

Sana’s eyes widened, only realizing now the importance of her task. Her Lady was in danger, in a foreign city with no one around to help. And only Sana (and Momo) could help her.

Sana could not fail.

“I will not let you down, my Lady.”

“Great! I’m counting on you, Satang! See you soon! I love you!”

The phone’s screen turned dark, indicating the call had ended.

Sana stuffed the phone into her purse, a visage of determination dawning on her face. She would not let her Lady down.

“Come, Lady Hirai. We must rescue our Lady posthaste.”

“Arf!”

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angelbaby 😇💙: got the money! gave it to the dahyun protection squad™

angelbaby 😇💙: minus jihyo cus she’s out rn

Me: nice!! thank u very much jeong

angelbaby 😇💙: yep! they left already, you’ll be home in no time

Me: wait

Me: did u tell tzu too?

angelbaby 😇💙: uh yeah? she’s part of the squad™

Me: fuck

angelbaby 😇💙: what’s wrong?

Me: jeong, its tzuyu

Me: remember the last time i got lost?

angelbaby 😇💙: oh

angelbaby 😇💙: oh fuck

Me: oh fuck indeed

angelbaby 😇💙: well, it can’t be that bad, can it?

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Where did things go wrong?

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but if you’d like to order a ticket, you can do so by the ticket machine. This stall’s for customer service.”

“I should smite you where you stand, mortal.”

Her Lady had only asked a few things from her, and Sana couldn’t even follow up on that.

“Ma’am, that is a threat, and I could call security on you for that.”

“Oh, it is indeed a threat. Father shall have you judged most vindictively.”

Don’t let Tzuyu know, she said. Keep a low profile, she said.

“Security? There’s another crazy lady here.”

“Crazy? You foolish, insignificant, worthless—”

“Ma’am, please follow us.”

“Unhand me! I should destroy this whole subway for misleading Kim Dahyun into—”

“Ma’am, please don’t force us. Just come quietly, and we’ll talk about this in a—”

“No! I am a Seraph! I demand to be treated as such!”

Oh dear.

“Lady Chou, I think it best if you were to just follow as these folks would wish you to.”

A stunned silence hung over this area of the subway, everyone’s attention turned to the beautiful, nobly dressed, and dazzling lady in heels.

And the wolf by her side.

“Bark!”

Tzuyu, eyes still somewhat angry, glanced at Sana.

“Minatozaki Sana, these men—”

“—are only trying to do their job. As are we, yes?”

Sana smiled, pleasantly, at the angel who had now halted in her place, looking around at the guards who were now sweating trying to pull at the seemingly young lady who refused to move.

Tzuyu finally relaxed, drawing a sigh of relief from Sana.

“…very well.”

That was the last Sana saw of Tzuyu (for now) as she was begrudgingly ushered off by a herd of guards that kept a five-foot distance away from her.

“I’m terribly sorry for that inconvenience, my friend can be rather…excitable.”

The subway worker at the counter sighed.

“Not to worry, ma’am. We get people like that every now and then. Now, what can I help you with?”

Sana inwardly shuddered. Now came the hard part.

“I would like a ticket to this city, please.”

The worker raised an eyebrow.

“That’s pretty far for this time of day.”

Sana stiffened, posturing up and holding her parasol at an angle.

“My business is my own.”

“Alright, alright. It’s my job to check these kinds of things, you understand. Especially with what happened with your friend.”

Sana chose not to answer that, instead keeping quiet. Inside, she was shuddering quite so. What was it with humans nowadays and their pervasive questions and nature?

“Here are your tickets, ma’am. Oh, and um…we don’t allow dogs that big on the train.”

The worker gestured to Momo, who was sniffing at some newspaper that was left on the ground.

“O-Oh?”

“Yeah, it might bother some other commuters. Even if your dog is pretty cute.”

At that, Momo’s head tilted up to the counter, tilting in confusion. The worker gushed.

“Aw.”

“I assure you, sir, she is very well domesticated, and she would not hurt a fly.”

Momo let out a yip of offense at the description.

“Regardless, ma’am, I have to insist.”

Sana inwardly cursed. She couldn’t just leave Momo here, who knows what could happen to her?

(In truth, Sana’s legs just shook at the thought of being alone in a train and having to suffer small talk with other commuters.)

“B-but, sir…”

In the next instant, all Sana heard was a deep growling that dropped her stomach to the floor.

Turning to Momo, Sana clenched up, as Momo’s silver eyes gleamed dangerously at the worker, deep and gritty growl raising the goosebumps on her neck.

And the worker’s, too.

“Ack…um, I meant…sure! Y-yeah, you can take your dog with you!”

And the next moment, Momo was back to panting excitedly, silver eyes gleaming with a rather apt satisfaction.

“…my thanks, then.”

Sana’s fingers snatched at the ticket, rushing off to the trains before anyone could say another word.

So much for low profile.

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Me: so

Me: why am i receiving a call from subway security

Me: saying that i need to come get a distressed young woman of whom i am listed as an emergency contact

angelbaby 😇💙: wow that’s pretty weird

angelbaby 😇💙: haha

Me: jeong pls

angelbaby 😇💙: okay okay, i’m sorry

angelbaby 😇💙: but at least the worst has passed, right?

Me: they just texted

Me: she’s disappeared

angelbaby 😇💙: …

angelbaby 😇💙: i swear to father i am going to murder that angel

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Yes, it was true.

Sana was guilty.

Of the most heinous crime imaginable.

“I am sorry, Lady Hirai.”

She spoke with such sorrow, one could only imagine that it was necessary, what she did.

But no, it was only out of self-preservation.

Sana was a selfish, cruel being.

And she deserved every bit of punishment for it.

With one last mournful glance towards Momo, she covered her face.

Momo let out a devastating howl at the treachery.

Never. Never would she forgive Sana for this slight against her.

And as a hand descended towards her face, Momo accepted her fate.

“Puppy!”

“She’s so big!”

“Her fur is so fluffy!”

“Now, now, children. One at a time.”

Momo let out another sorrowful whine as a child pressed their face against her fur.

“Big doggie!”

Holding tightly onto a metal rod affixed to the floor, Sana swallowed another gulp as the train hit another bumpy rail.

These confounded things were too bumpy, and every shake of the rail cabin had Sana fearing for her life, her skin turning shades paler than it already was.

These things were a deathtrap. And her Lady rode these everyday?

No wonder humans were so sturdy.

She winced at another of Momo’s whines, as another child grasped at her tail.

“Fluffy!”

Guilt wracked at her heart for giving Momo up to the children that occupied the train car before them.

She had to, otherwise, she would be forced to entertain their questions about her, and children were…

Well, they were a different beast entirely.

“Forgive me, Lady Hirai.”

With one last glance towards Momo’s silent suffering, Sana squeezed her eyes shut, praying that the train ride would soon end.

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Me: woah

angelbaby 😇💙: what’s up?

Me: there’s a lady talking to me

angelbaby 😇💙: really?

Me: yeah shes super pretty

angelbaby 😇💙: why not ask her out?

Me: bc im sleepy and i wanna go home jeong

Me: and im already dating like eight of u

Me: thats already a lot of effort

Me: and u guys r a handful

angelbaby 😇💙: 😔

Me: i dont mind

Me: u know i love taking care of yall

angelbaby 😇💙: 🥰

Me: also i think this woman isnt human so i would rly appreciate it if samotzu got here faster

angelbaby 😇💙: ???

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They finally made it. The same subway station their Lady had gotten off on.

Now, all they had to do was find her.

“Lady Hirai, do you think you could…”

Momo turned her head away, sniffing haughtily. Sana slumped.

“I already apologized, Lady Hirai. I had no other choice.”

Sana could only frown at the way Momo stayed at least 5 feet away from her. She sighed. Guess she expected this, anyhow.

“Even if you are mad at me, Lady Hirai, our Lady needs our help. And we can find her much faster if you use your sense of smell.”

Sana could use her abilities, yes, but she detested using them. Especially since she would have to use them to smell her Lady’s blood. And she wouldn’t want to lose control.

Momo, thankfully, acquiesced. She sniffed, rather reluctantly.

Her Lady had to be close by. It was getting close to dark, and who knew what horrors in the dark could get to her, without any of her tenants by her side.

Momo padded up the stairs that left the subway, and Sana followed in turn, being careful to prop up the parasol she had in hand.

As they rose the steps, the sunset gleamed over the skyscrapers of the foreign city, casting shadows over the street they exited onto.

Sana couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.

Human structures and cities in this age were so advanced, it was hard not to look on in wonder as Sana did, her eyes following the gleam of every window of every building on every street she saw. Towering over her, they were magnificent in their stature.

“Arf!”

Sana blinked out of her reverie, to see Momo rounding the corner of an alley by the subway exit. She quickly made haste to join her.

Only to feel her blood chill as her eyes laid on the scene.

“Oh, you go to this university? That’s crazy, me too!”

“Really? Wow, it’s a small world. What course did you graduate from?”

“Applied Physics and Material Sciences!”

The Lady of the Sanctuary was being harassed by a strange lady.

Sana tensed at the same time Momo started growling, but it seemed that the Lady didn’t notice.

“Oh, sheesh, that’s a quota course, isn’t it?”

The woman, tall in high heels and dressed in a blazer and slacks, pressed glasses up the bridge of her nose, chuckling.

“Yeah, I got in on a director’s list scholarship.”

“Wow, you must be really smart.”

How dare this woman take advantage of the Lady’s socially acceptable people skills?

Sana felt her fangs bare, restricting herself from snarling out loud. Instead, she cleared her throat, and the Lady finally turned to her, eyes brightening.

“Oh, Satang, Momoring! You’re here!”

Momo, ever the more relaxed, immediately stopped snarling, instead trotting over to the Lady with a bright gleam in her eyes and tail wagging.

“Oh, a dog! How cute!”

The strange woman crouched down, beckoning Momo over, but to no avail, as the wolf’s attention was solely on the Lady.

“We came…as soon as we could, my Lady.”

Eyes still glancing distrustfully at the woman, Sana allowed a smile to grace her features. The visage of her Lady smiling at her would never fail to bring her joy.

“Cool. I’m pretty tired already. Oh, thanks for keeping me company!”

The Lady smiled towards the woman, only to have the woman politely bow in return.

“It was my pleasure. It’s not every day I get a conversation as enlightening as this.”

“Thanks anyway, Ms. Kang.”

“Just Seulgi, please. Ms. Kang makes me fee old.

The aforementioned ‘Seulgi’ turned her smile to Sana, lips only mysteriously curving up further.

“Is this your friend?”

Sana took that opportunity to step forward, eyes narrowing at the stranger.

“Indeed. My name is Minatozaki Sana.”

The woman’s eyes widened immeasurably, and for some reason, so did her smile. Briskly walking over to her, she grabbed Sana’s hand.

If it were any other moment, Sana would have lashed out, fangs bared and hands ready to kill.

But this woman simply shook her hand. With quite the amount of force.

“What an honor it is to meet you, Lady Minatozaki. I’ve heard many things!”

Momo simply tilted her head, mirroring Sana’s confusion.

“Then this must be Lady Hirai! Oh, what a wonderful coincidence!”

Seulgi grinned with no small amount of amusement, turning to the Lady with vigor.

“These are your tenants, then? Oh, how wonderful!”

The confusion seemed to be apparent on Sana’s face, turning from the Lady to Seulgi interchangably, since Seulgi could only grin at Sana reassuredly.

“Not to worry, Lady Minatozaki. I have been watching over Dahyun ever since I felt her exit the subway. You have my word she is unharmed!”

The Lady took that time to step forward and put a hand on Seulgi’s shoulder gently.

“Thank you, Ms. Kang, but Sana here’s a little…jittery with strangers.”

Sana couldn’t help but agree, as Seulgi’s grip on her hand was now beginning to ache.

“Oh, where are my manners?”

Seulgi let go of Sana’s hand to bow, once towards Sana, once towards Momo. As she finished, she flashed both of them a great big smile.

“My true name is Callisto. I watch over this area of the city, along with a few of my own.”

The name sounded Greek, yet it rang no bells in Sana’s mind. Until the Lady decided to help her.

“She’s a shapeshifter, like Chaeng. Also a constellation, somehow, but what matters is I’m safe.”

Looking between Seulgi’s everglowing grin and the Lady’s weary smile, Sana could not be more confused.

But then, this was the Lady. And nothing ever normal happened to her.

With Momo’s best attempt at a shrug in wolf form, Sana resigned herself to her confusion. Her fangs receded, instead gracing Seulgi with an uncertain smile.

“…you have my thanks then, Lady Kang.”

Seulgi nodded, her head shaking so fast it could have popped off.

“Of course! Anything for the Sanctuary. Perhaps, you might like to visit our own? It’s not as safe, and our wards aren’t as specialized, but—”

Oh dear. This was what Sana feared this whole time on this journey.

Conversation.

Thankfully, the Lady decided to intervene.

“Thank you, Ms. Kang, but maybe another time? We’re quite tired from today.”

Seulgi did not seem deterred by the rebuttal.

“Of course! Let me know when you do want to pass by, though! Our haven’s always welcome to the Lady of the Sanctuary and her tenants!”

Finally, comfort flooded back into Sana’s system as she felt the Lady’s hand slip into her own, fingers interlacing naturally with hers.

“Thanks again, Ms. Kang. We’ll see you around.”

The shapeshifter waved her hand excitedly, glasses on the verge of falling off of her face.

Momo padded to their side as they turned to leave.

“Whew. Extroverts. Can’t stand them.”

Sana could not help but agree.

“How was the subway?”

Terrible. Disastrous. Horrid. Never again.

Momo didn’t need to hear Sana say anything to shudder terribly, still glaring at Sana out of the side of her eye.

“It was…fine, my Lady.”

Thankfully, Dahyun didn’t seem to catch on, instead smiling and squeezing Sana’s hand, to which Sana let out a quick sigh of relief.

“That’s great. Let’s go home?”

This was quite the adventure. Not to say that Sana would have ever liked to experience it again, but knowing that she had done her job, braved the subway system, talked to strangers, and rescued her Lady from darkness was enough for her to be satisfied.

“We shall.”

Yet, there was still something she couldn’t help but feel like she forgot—

The flapping of wings.

“Kim Dahyun!”

“Oh, hello there!”

“Who are you?!”

“Oh, my name’s Kang Seulgi, I’m an IT specialist in—”

“Are you the one who kept Kim Dahyun here against her will?!”

“Me? Oh, I don’t think so, I was merely keeping her company as your companions were—”

“This is unacceptable! This city is far too large to navigate!”

“Oh, well, if you look at the subway maps, then I’m sure you can find—”

“Curse the blasted subway!”

“Oh my, you’re getting quite bright, that hurts my eyes a little bit—”

Sana sighed.

No, there was no such thing as a normal day as a tenant of the apartment.

-----

Me: otw home now

angelbaby 😇💙: yaaaay

Me: whats the account for the apartment again

angelbaby 😇💙: why?

Me: tzu kind of blew up a subway station

Me: no one got hurt thankfully

Me: but we kind of have to pay for damages

angelbaby 😇💙: …

angelbaby 😇💙: how much

Me: uh

Me: i think its better if i tell you in person

angelbaby 😇💙: …

angelbaby 😇💙: tell tzuyu she’s not getting any hugs or kisses tonight

Me: okay yeah that did it shes quiet and rly sad now

angelbaby 😇💙: good

Me: do i get hugs and kisses

angelbaby 😇💙: normally i’d say yes, but i told you to go to sleep early last night and you didn’t, so no

Me: ):

angelbaby 😇💙: maybe just one

Me: (:

[coulsonlives]

Real talk for a sec. (CW abuse)

Today, I realized one of the big problems with car dependence that people don't ever really talk about is how it hides and perpetuates household abuse.

I know someone who was abused as kid, in a suburban area full of detached houses, but I never realized how much this environment made it all worse. Here's what happened: because they didn't have a license, if their parents blew up at them, they couldn't leave the house without their parents driving after them and finding them within like, a minute. There was no one else around to help them, or see what was going on, because obviously these suburban areas don't have a lot of people walking around. They knocked on doors a lot, but nobody answered. There weren't any buses. There weren't any places to hide, no businesses to go into and get help, because everything was lawns and gated-off yards and closed doors. They were stuck walking away for a super brief escape, until their parents drove up behind them, threatened them to get back them into the vehicle, and gave them a verbal lashing.

Imagine being 14 and needing to get away from an abusive situation, but all you see when you go outside is this:

It would be so isolating! Where do you even go? How would you feel as a kid, knowing you can't get away geographically? That no one's gonna help? Hopeless would be an understatement!

What's worse is apparently, their parents yelled at them all the time, and slammed doors, and this person and their sibling both screamed at the top of their lungs for their parents to leave them alone and let go of them, but not a single person called it in, nobody called the police, because nobody heard what was going on. Everything was too far apart, and no one ever passed by to hear things from outside. If someone did pass, they were in a car, and nobody was gonna hear anything through both the walls of a house, and the sound-muffling interior of a car. There's no inherent support system, no chance for someone in an abusive situation to get spontaneous, in-the-moment help, because these neighborhoods literally promote seclusion with how walled-off they are.

Worst of all? This person considered calling the police and support lines, but they were abused and gaslit into thinking they shouldn't because their parents said they were crazy and overreacting. They needed somebody to step in for them.

But nobody got the chance to even realize it was happening.

Yeah, their parents were well-off financially to have a house, but the fucking price that was paid by this person and their sibling. Finances aren't a benchmark for mental health.

This blew my mind, but it makes sense, and it makes me super angry. And I'm gonna guess this doesn't just happen with kids. I can't stop thinking how, when I was a kid, I lived in a place like this, and how many other people could've been in this situation, and I just didn't know it because of how the place was designed.

[calypso-finale]

Sixty Three.

Rylee is so lucky that I am just doing nothing, one thing about her she will tell me things on the day or tell me things late and then act like she didn’t know all this time, like right now. I don’t even mind having Aziel with me even when I am working or whatever because he loves to hang with the boys, but she doesn’t give much notice at all, but today I am doing nothing, so I don’t mind having him, gets me out of the hotel anyways. After Rylee blew a fit and Halle getting on me about it, I moved away from the council place and I am staying in a hotel until I sort myself out, I guess my room gets cleaned and that’s a bonus but it’s annoying to me, just being there “my guy!” Kairo spat “you turned into a chauffeur now? You opening the door for me?” I called Kairo to drop me off, my cars are in storage too, just everything is a little bit of a mess “you know how I do, I got to make sure the king of the UK drill scene gets treated like royalty” this guy is a troll, he opened the door for me “appreciate you coming out though” dapping him before getting into the car “I got you my brother” I think I will just stay inside at Lee home and just take care of him there, might take him to see bossman but that is it, Chris keeps saying he is picking up the mannerisms a lot, he is so attentive to behaviour that is he picking up on how me and the boys are and I get it, I don’t want him to be what I was, I don’t want him to love the streets because he has a loving home, we love him, he don’t need that “so we going?” Kairo asked “Lee place, please” I added “no problem my boy, you’re there more then anything, you back with her?” he laughed “nah, we friends” shaking my head “very close friends, but we just friends. It’s nice, we have that vibe and stuff” he drove off “you getting your dick wet on the low, bro I don’t blame you for it, I bet she is so good in bed, I know” I scrunched my face up “come on my guy, you getting it on the low” looking over at him “I am asking, why you mugging me like that? She good isn’t she” he talks too much “you literally kept scores, remember scores on the doors? You missing one” rubbing the side of my face “that ended” I added “when? You literally told me about that white chick you was with? You mad shady about her?” shaking my head “bro, I don’t want you speaking on her like that, I don’t want to hear it. When you speaking on the mother of my child you speak with some respect you idiot, there isn’t scores of the door for her” he needs to get that “better then Kenza?” he still pushing “I don’t need to tell you shit” I mumbled “good enough to have her, just her for the rest of your life?” clearing my throat “don’t play me bro!” he spat “have I ever complained, no. So shut up” he busted out laughing.

Kairo does be talking too much, he’s entertaining to me but I get why others get mad “you want me to wait?” shaking my head “staying here with him, thank you though” opening the door “and Kairo, I don’t want to hear you ever disrespecting the mother of my child again, how she is sexually, or anything got nothing to do with you. She is off limits and she will be for the foreseeable future, so I am going to let you off because me and her aren’t together or whatever but she isn’t like the rest, she isn’t that and never will be, I don’t want to hear it again” getting out of the car “I got you, have good time though” he laughed, now he thinks I come here for sex “I will beat your ass man” closing the door, Kairo is just him, he just be doing too much but he always wants my leftovers. There isn’t a moment where he hasn’t fucked the girl I have, it’s weird. He hasn’t Kenza though, she found him to be weird, but I think he will get it now. I will end up beating him if he speaks on Lee out of pocket again, he doesn’t need to know how she is sexually, that is dumb but it’s my bad because as boys in the groupchat we do talk about the girls a lot, we speak on a lot of shit, but Lee is off limits, that is something I never aired out like that. Her shyness in the bedroom department is cute, and I can’t even lie something inside me always makes me be there for her and patient, I always will be I think, she is different, and I like it but once she is over it then she is good.

Not having a key is so jarring, just waiting around outside but it opened eventually “Central Cee” looking behind me “hey” I smiled “come in” Rylee said, walking inside “you took forever you know” hearing his little run “yes!” Aziel spat “what is this?” Rylee and her half done face “I am asking you, like just gently open my eye, I can’t like you know see, pull apart my eyelashes. This is what happens when you rushed me, now they are stuck together” why can’t she be normal “right, which is yours though” I have no idea what I am doing “Oakley” she grabbed my head “be gentle” pulling a face “alright, get off my hand” I am going to take them off, because this is weird” taking off the eyelash “why?” I asked her “why did you take it off?” looking at the eyelashes on my finger “it’s stupid, just you know. Don’t wear them” Rylee huffed off “I couldn’t see exactly, this eye I did fine but then it was sticking and then this one, I couldn’t even open my eye and then you was here, I was trying to open the door” I laughed “right, you want it back?” I asked, she took it from my fingers and then I hugged her, she hugged me back “you’re such a weirdo you know that right” she kissed my cheek “I know, that is just me, but I am getting ready, I will be late so come in” she ran off, she is always late, she does everything but get ready and then realises she is late. Taking my jacket off as I made my way to the living room “what we watching today? Listen, football is on later so we watching that ok?” he nodded his head “watch Duggie” letting out an oh “I like Duggie, he a good guy. I will be back though, you watch him” he loves his Duggie cartoon now.

Jumping on the bed “so where you going? You never really said, you just rushed me to come?” resting back into the pillows “I am meeting Imani for a meal, I forgot about it really, she text and then called me and I was like of course I am coming, I forgot because I had the girls over yesterday, they didn’t leave till late and it just slipped my mind, I asked if you was free, don’t lie now and you said yeah but I would have got Grace if not” she is right “I did, I ain’t got anything on. You lucky, so what we saying. About the weekend away? Monte Carlo” I asked “Monte Carlo, just me and you?” she asked “yeah, yeah. Us both, also like some product will be coming to this address, it’s from the clothing brand and if you have decided on what you want to do?” I asked, she really never gave me an answer “you know what I am missing?” she said “sex” she added, I laughed “I am trying to be a respectful guy here" she turned to me “then be disrespectful, no but that is fine. Monte Carlo it is, is this the last trip for me with you? You scaring me about being busy, you know I won’t like it” I shrugged “I will be around, just doing these trips can be hard, but yeah. I just think we need to have a serious talk, and I want to take you away” Rylee let out an oh, she is thinking now what the serious conversation will be but it’s nothing bad.

Now I keep thinking about serious conversation, I got ready just thinking on him wanting to talk but what about, I need to leave because I am so damn late. What a rush this all is  “so, I have cooked by the way. I did, see how nice I am. Oh am I disturbing the peace?” The way Aziel and Oakley glared at me; Aziel is so quiet now. Oakley just staring into me and not at me, I frowned “what is it?” I asked, “just looking” he said looking back at the TV “well mommy is going to find you a new daddy, do I look pretty?” I said, Aziel sat up “mommy” he pointed “exactly, mommy looks good. I’ll get you a new daddy, don’t worry” Oakley laughed “is it because I look good” standing in front of the TV “don’t piss me off Lee, man. Come on, move” he said “then why you not happy? Talk to me” I am annoying him a little too much “tell me what you want to speak about? Why wait for Monte Carlo?” Oakley looked at Aziel “tell your mother to move, the men are watching football” looking at Aziel “say it, say move” he better not “move” Aziel said “you can live with your dad, so you don’t think I look pretty” he is so annoyed “you look ok” walking over to him “Lee, please. Just go out” poking my lips out “why aren’t you telling me I look good? Because I do and you don’t want to say it” shuffling over to him, sitting on his lap facing him. He rolled his eyes “what’s wrong? You’re not happy” he tried to move his face to the side to look at the TV “Oakley” getting in his way again “you don’t need validation from me, do you?” I shrugged “you know I am just going out with my sister, and I’ll be back” he nodded his head “then what is wrong? Tell me why you want to speak on? I’m nosey” he breathed out “life, just about us. Look I want to move forward and if I look for a new place I’m not doing it again because I know you want too, I want us to think hard on what we want before I do this, that was it really” smiling at him, pecking his lips “sorry” wiping his lips with my hand as I got up “you look good by the way” looking behind me, he reached over and pulled my dress down, poking my lips out “I want to stay with you now” holding his hand “I’m sure you’re late” letting his hand go, he’s right I am late “you’re just airing that out to make me go, whatever!” He just wanted me to go “yeah, yeah have a good time” he laughed, Imani will expect nothing less from me anyways, of course I’m late.

Imani side eyed me so badly, she is not happy “I am so so sorry” I apologised “no you’re not, this is you all over. And you forgot Rylee I know you did” I sniggered “why do you think so low of me, I am here aren’t I” I scoffed, let me act very offended “whatever, you look nice. I like the dress, I feel so under dressed, I just put this dress on, earrings, lip gloss and straightened my hair” she cringed, waving her off “your beauty is natural, please don’t say a thing, sit down” that is my baby, Imani is perfect how she is, I don’t ever want to hear her say she looks less then beautiful “hi, would you like anything to drink while you’re looking?” the waiter asked “erm, water. For now” I said laughing, I usually ask for wine, but I need to look first “coming right up” sitting down “well this is on me, I will treat. It’s going to be your birthday too. Also Harry fucking Styles?” I spat, she barely sat down. She shushed me “I don’t know what happened, dad was like you know singing is hard, long hours, long nights and I said ok. The first few nights I was sleep; he was doing his own thing. Then I made friends with Willow, and she pushed me to do more, she pushed me a lot then she said she is friends with Harry, then things just went so fast for me. Then by the time I knew it I was told I am going to be on his album, dad was so happy for me, I nearly cried. I mean me? I am shocked” I cooed out “that is amazing though, so when is the listening party? Soon?” I only know this because of dad, I wouldn’t know anything really “yeah in like two days, I asked dad to come with me here” I cooed out “you know if you keep asking for dad, mom will get jealous. She will start to pick on it too” Imani shrugged “dad is not unbearable, mom will always say oh I can come with you or tells me all the negative things” I chuckled “that is mom all over” I huffed out.

I chuckled “don’t let dad know I let you try my cocktail got it? I will beat you up, so tell what you want to do for you birthday? Am I invited to the festivities” I asked “erm, I actually asked mom and dad if I can go to Japan with Willow, so on my birthday I will be there, but I am open to gifts now” she smiled at me “cheeky, that is fine. Well I will take you shopping, and you can buy whatever you want, no expense” Imani giggled “ok, that is fine. I don’t mind if you don’t buy me anything and just give me spending money for Japan” I was going to say but you have money but then again she hasn’t got her money “oh you want me to do that? I will give you money, how much” I half laughed “ok how about you pay for Mario world, and better get me express pass too” she doesn’t ask for much “fine, I will get you that and spending money, as long as you’re happy with that, how do you feel mom and dad letting you have freedom?” she shrugged “it’s hard for them, but like Willow and I have a understanding, like she gets it, and I get it but they find it hard but we will be ok” my sister is growing “you know you and Ti are very annoying” frowning “in what way? Now what did she do?” Imani pulled a face but I didn’t press her on it “how is your new chat without me?” I have to ask “it was random, but mom cussed Ti out and now Ti isn’t speaking to mom so you not missing much” I chuckled “I think dad is fed up though, he said that his kids are away from each other but yet hate each other, there is never anyone that can keep the peace. Mom only cussed her out because she said Rylee is the disappointment because mom said she is being lazy and because her man is in the chat she acted out, mom got mad” shaking my head “disappointment yeah right, she is just a jealous bitch” I have had enough of her, I am glad mom shut her down though.

My sister is growing “Rylee, you know for the listening party can you do my makeup for me?” my smile grew “me?” she nodded her head “yeah, can you? Like I don’t want to bring anyone in, mom will make it happen but then it makes me seem useless, like I haven’t learnt anything about mom, like I am not good” waving her off “stop it Imani, don’t think that at all. You come to big sister, and I will do it for you, you know if you need help I will be there for you. You got a dress? It’s a party remember” she nodded her head “mom took me shopping, I was meaning to ask about the makeup thing” I grinned “you don’t need to ask, just turn up at the house, well apartment” I sighed out “will Oakley be there?” she asked “he doesn’t live with me, that was random. What makes you think he will be there” she laughed “aren’t you back with him?” shaking my head “well like, I feel we are together but not officially together” she pulled a face “why?” Imani questioned “I think we want the peace, I feel like he is the end game” Imani eyeballed me “shut up!? Rylee already, I mean end game? I’m shocked, you’re young still, what if you find another” shaking my head “Imani, I love him. I always wanted a guy to love me, to love me like dad loves mom, and I got that I just messed up yeah. I just think, ok. I get why people think it’s crazy talk, I’m young, I have a child and now I’m like settling, but will anyone make me feel like he does, not really. Do I care what others think of him, no. Do I think he’s not good enough for me, no I don’t. I just think when people find out, it’s pressure. So it’s all between us both” I shrugged “if you’re happy then ok, I got on with him a lot but then people made it weird so I stopped” I frowned “yeah, but I bet if that was Taylan they wouldn’t say that, this is the thing. They made him feel like shit, even saying that. It was wrong, but keep that between us” I said to her “you’re happy, so why not. I just think all this drama for nothing” I wish I was Imani, so drama free “yeah well it’s me, but it’s just like with Oakley, he makes me feel like I am not a pain in the ass, that I’m not drama like my own family make me feel, he is really my security. I am happy but look Imani, what I have here is my own little family, I just want to I guess talk to mom and make it up to her, I do love her but she is annoying” I said the truth “you know she just wants the best for us” nodding my head “I know” I breathed out.

[mikahli]

This week has been trying me.

I literally thought that today would be a day that I could focus on my new job and I end up having a mental breakdown.

All this shit has been too much. I really appreciate having my mom and lil sister comfort me. Because I was going out of my mind.

I was unaware of all the shit that was bubbling up inside me.

It just sucks to not be heard.

I don't like how I blew up at my older sister. Expressing anger hasn't been my strong suit. It makes me feel uncomfortable.

However what I said in that anger, I meant that shit. That rage came from hurt.

Just a lot of hurt from doing my fucking best and shit still being out of control. From trying to help to take care of a child that constantly don't respect me and bad mind me. From being gaslighted after sharing my experience and feelings.

I am just trying to make it through. I want to help. I love my family and I want to support. But, I gotta go. I have to take care of myself.

So much shit has transpired since the year started and I've just been holding on.

While my car was in my lil sister's possession, my car got broken into. I had to fight with the car insurance just for them to pick up my car and take it to the collision center. I haven't seen my car since January.

My previous job was running me ragged with giving me a shit ton of work, no adequate help, and shorting me my pay and PTO.

I found a new job but before switching, I had to travel and present at a conference.

Helping my mom pay the mortgage. And dealing with the family stress with my mom and her job.

Going to appointments for this upcoming surgery and the hospital telling me that they haven't received my blood lab results I did 20 days before. And how, I may have to reschedule my surgery after the process been delayed 3 times already.

Dealing with all of that while trying to help my sister raise her son and constantly being disrespected and nothing is truly done about it.

I am tired.

I just want to leave.

I just want peace.

[eienoah]

May 12 - Hakone day trip

Today was an early day where I barely even got a chance to eat breakfast. We went straight to the station and got on a line to Shinjuku. From then we went over to the romance train where we all partnered up for seats. I managed to snag a nice little snack which was a small chocolate filled pastry. It was quite good but barely enough for breakfast. The train ride was about 2 hours in which I mostly just talked to Jonah the whole time. We arrived near Hakone and hopped on a steep train to get further into the area. From there we got on a cable car which took us to the gondolas. From there we got to an area that had such a great view of the surrounding area especially from the gondola. We reached an area that had eggs boiled in sulfur water which turn black when fully cooked. They were much different to how I expected but surprisingly good. From there we got on another gondola with just ok sights which took us to a visitor center-like place. I found my favorite thing, the little city pins. I love them so much but I also got a hello kitty pin with a Sakura theme that I love. We ate at the themed restaurant on site and my meal was kind of mid but at least it was sustenance.  We then hopped on the pirate ship which didn’t let us go to the front unfortunately but being able to ride a pirate ship across a lake was surely a strange experience. After disembarking we landed in a small town where we walked to a small museum which replicated one of the path checkpoints mentioned in the reading. From there we did a short walk over to a different small summit which had perfect overcast so the lighting was amazing. After that was a small walk over to the shrine which I think around that point the group had reached around 25 flights of stairs. We really did get our workout in for the day. The shrine was pretty cool but I picked up an awesome charm for super cheap at just 500 yen. We then went over to the torii gate and waited for almost an hour to take pictures. I managed to meet some people who are actually friends with one of my friends back in Gainesville, some Aogaku students. Guzen???? After that we took a nice walk back to the small part of the city and all got on the bus back to the train. From there it was about a two hour ride back which flew by talking to friends. I also found out next. Team I might be able to go surfing with Momo. I’m extremely excited for a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Academic portion

From the readings I thought it was interesting to actually see a little bit more about the trade route stoppages at the museum-like place. You kind of got a better feel for just how strict they were back then on securing anything and everything passing through. Almost like a pre modern TSA. The statues reflecting different rooms were interesting but the coolest to me was the summit tower which was used for scouting purposes. I did see a lot of the weapons that they described in the reading but the bows blew my mind. I have never seen a real life yumi and had no idea how large they actually were. In addition, seeing the actual road that was used in ancient times was incredibly astounding. The part that made me laugh however, was that there was a road for cars literally 10 feet from it. Today really did feel like I almost walked an entire trade route but it was super fun so I am glad I got to do it.