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[spicylove4ever]

Happy Middwinter festival!

Also known as Imbolc, or Saint Brigid's day.

Either way enjoy the rest of winter with now more days of sunlight!

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

My swordsman

Roronoa Zoro x reader. Modern AU. (moodboard)

*****

The whole country -the whole world really- is crazy about singer and musician (name). She's a literal diva, loved by millions, each of her songs goes straight to the top of the charts, every concert is sold out, music journalists and critics have nothing but praise for her and her music. She's probably the best-known entertainer in the country, surely destined to a long and successful career while so many other musicians quickly fall into oblivion.

Zoro's friends are all big fans of (name). They put her music on in the kitchen of the Going Merry restaurant (owned by Merry himself) where they all work, sing her songs at karaoke night, and follow her avidly on social media. Her concert tickets are too expensive for the four working students, who all live together in a tiny apartment, but once last year, miraculously, they found an envelope at the restaurant with four front-row tickets for (name)'s most anticipated show. They have no idea who left them, since no one they know could afford such an expense, not to mention the tickets had been sold out within minutes months before, but whoever their mysterious donor is, they were very grateful. The concert was the best night of their life, (name) so close they could almost touch her, four hours of excellent live music, spent singing at the top of their lungs.

Zoro is the only one of the quintet who doesn't share the others’ enthusiasm for the singer. He's alright with listening to her music in the kitchen, even though he occasionally points out they could listen to someone else for a change, and when asked he does admit (name) has a very nice voice, but he is not the sort of person who gets excited about celebrities or follows their professional life through the years.

Even though he has been working at the Merry for as long as the others have, and he is very close to them -even to that damn cook- Zoro is also the only one who doesn't share his colleagues' apartment. He still lives at home, to save money, but since his father, Mihawk, doesn't want a band of rowdy young adults in his house, most of the time the five friends gather at the apartment to spend time together, or go out.

At least, this is what he has always told them, and made them believe. The truth is very different, and Zoro hopes dearly it will not come to light until she is ready to reveal it.

*****

"I'm home!" Zoro calls as he closes the door behind him, the handles of a paper bag with the restaurant's logo in his hand "I got dessert!"

"That's great! Welcome back." (name) says as she walks up to him, greeting her boyfriend with a kiss "I made dinner, hope you're hungry."

"Famished."

"Good. Wash your hands, I'll put the food on the table."

The apartment is tiny, relatively comfortable in the spartan, functional way his original occupant prefers, but clearly not on the same level as the house he was born and grew up in, owned by his father, located in the most affluent part of the city. Nevertheless, when he finished school Zoro decided it was time for him to start supporting himself, which mainly meant finding a job and a place of his own to rent. He sometimes misses his larger bedroom, and the training room on the ground floor he and his father trained in together every day, not to mention the house had working faucets and the heating that did not stop working in the midde of the winter, but he makes do... and he has never been more grateful for the privacy the apartment affords him than since he's no longer living there alone.

He goes to their shared bedroom to take off his coat and shoes, stops in the bathroom, and then reaches the tiny kitchen, where the table is already set for two.

(name) is singing softly to herself as she cooks, quickly preparing two plates of Zoro's favourite meal. With sweatpants and an old tee of Zoro's on, and no trace of make-up on her face, she looks like a completely different person, and not even her most ardent fans would recognise her as the famous singer whose outlandish fashion sense has made her the darling of many designers and reporters. She has told him more than once that while she does like playing dress-up and wearing expensive or even extravagant clothes, those are chosen by her staff to uphold her professional persona, and she feels much more at ease wearing jeans and sneakers.

"How was work?" (name) asks as she pours water in her glass.

"Pretty good. A guy started harassing Nami, but the cook and I took care of it and kicked him out."

"You did well. I hate situations like that..."

They eat sitting across from each other, enjoying a moment of peace after a day of study and work. (name) has been back for two days after six weeks spent on tour, and while she and Zoro spoke and texted each other every day, they both missed each other very much. He's determined to enjoy their time together while it lasts... until she has to leave again for work.

"I went to the bank today." (name) mentions after a while "For... the usual matter."

"How much this time?"

"I am officially a hundred-thousand berry poorer, which means I am, once again, penniless or almost. If only people knew how little money artists are actually paid, I bet half of the aspiring singers in this country would choose something else to do... But I already paid rent for the month."

"You know I have some money saved up; you don't have to stress about it." Zoro points out; he knows how his girlfriend hates receiving charity, or having to depend on him, but he has noticed how tired she looks, even after two days of rest, and he hates it - he hates she having to stress and worry and sacrifice her youth to solve troubles, and make up for mistakes, that are not her own. 

It wasn’t her mother’s fault, either; this (name) always insisted every time she and Zoro talked about her past. Rather, the only person responsible for her current situation was her mother’s new boyfriend, who first seduced a woman who had been alone for so many years with empty declarations of love, convinced her to invest all she had in a project he didn’t even bother inventing a lie for, and then to ask for enormous loan to provide additional funding. He then stole the whole sum, leaving (name)’s mother completely berryless; wracked by guilt and shame, unable to admit with her beloved daughter what she had done and that they had nothing left, not even a house, the poor woman took her own life, leaving (name) alone, broken-hearted, and with enormous debts to repay. 

“It’s the music that saved me.” she told Zoro. They had been schoolmates years before, and then met again when he was in his last year of school and her career had just started taking off; their eyes locked in the crowd of the metro station at peak time, and both felt unable to look away “Not just because singing and writing songs had always been my greatest passion, the only thing I could find some solace in after the loss of my mother and all the troubles that monster of her boyfriend had caused. I was never interested in fame, I would have been happy to have a normal job and then sing in pubs or at parties, but when an agent heard me sing and offered to represent me, I realised that it could be my way out, to repay mom’s debts. I am grateful for where I am now, all the people who love my music and come see me sing live, but if I really had the choice, I would leave all of it behind, find myself a job as a sales clerk or a bartender, and just sing for myself and my friends. Nothing would make me happier; and that is what I will do, one day, when I have no more debts to repay.”

Zoro had never had any interest in romance, or in a relationship of his own, but the attraction he felt for (name), for her quiet strength and confident smile, and that way she had to bite her lip when she listened intently as he spoke, not to mention she had grown to be a very attractive young woman, was immediate, undeniable, and thank God reciprocated. They got together, celebrating Zoro’s diploma with their first kiss, and two months later he asked her to come live with him.

“We can split rent. And I’m going to stay away for weeks at a time when I’m on tour, but I’m gonna help with the cleaning and the bills as well.”

“Hey, there’s no need for you to stress about this as well. I’m not looking for a housemate, I just wanna live with you.”

“And I want to live with you, Zoro.” (name) pointed out gently as they shared popcorn sitting on the apartment’s tiny sofa “But you already work hard, and study even harder; the last thing I want is to depend on you.”

And so it started; almost three years later, they’re more in love than ever, Zoro is midway through his degree, and (name) is the most successful musical artist in the country, even though her millions of fans have no idea she sometimes has to walk to places because she can’t afford the metro, still has huge debts to repay, and lives with her non-celebrity boyfriend, she who gossip magazines link to a new man -some of whom she has never met if not socially- every month. She has asked him not to tell anyone they are seeing each other, and Zoro obliged, even though he does feel a little guilty keeping such a big part of his life secret from his dearest friends; he wishes he could introduce (name) to Luffy and the others, spend time with all of them together, but this is his girlfriend’s choice, to keep her private life and her job separate, and he is determined to help her - to be her safe place from stress and fear and guilt.

Just like she is his.

They take their time eating, talking about their day, and then enjoying the desserts Zoro has brought back from the restaurant. He is hoping to get a scholarship for next year, not sufficient for him to stop working -not that he ever would; he likes working at the Merry, and he likes working with his friends- but enough to allow him to breathe a little more freely when the time to pay his tuition fees come, while (name) is busy writing and recording songs for her new album, a part of her job she actually still likes, unlike most of what her position as a celebrity entails. 

“So many people keep asking me who the swordsman is.” she mentions in the end, suddenly tense “I keep insisting that it’s not a real person, since a song doesn’t necessarily have to be inspired by real facts, but both journalists and fans on social media are still convinced otherwise. I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have…”

My swordsman is (name)’s most successful song to date, a multi-platinum love ballad dedicated to a mysterious blade-wielding warrior which has inflamed the fantasy of millions of fans, determined to discover the real identity of their idol’s lover. The song gives no indications on the matter, (name) has been careful to avoid that, but the interest on the singer’s lovelife seems to have doubled since My swordsman was released.

“Well, I like that song.”

“You really do? You don’t fear someone may think it’s about you?”

“Of course; you know I know nothing about music and songwriting, but that one is my favourite. And let people talk, sooner or later they’ll find some new gossip to focus on.” Zoro says. The truth is, he really wishes his girlfriend had changed the lyrics of her most popular song; after all, she is the one determined to keep her private and professional lives separate, and the last thing they both want is reporters and fans following them around as they go to the supermarket or enjoy an ice-cream on a summer day. It did happen that, soon after the radios started playing My swordsman, Nami and Sanji mentioned the song seemed to have been written about Zoro; neither them nor the others suspected this was actually true, Zoro is sure about it, but that song was a risk that could have been easily avoided…

On the other hand, a song dedicated to him, inspired by the love he and (name) share, and that has been listened to by millions of people? Zoro doesn’t consider himself a particularly romantic person, but what better love declaration could he have asked for? The first time (name) sang the song for him, in the privacy of their apartment, he was so moved he cried.

“I’ve been an idiot.” (name) murmurs; there is still food on her plate, but the young woman has stopped eating, hands abandoned on her lap, tension having enveloped her body “I had already more than enough songs for the album, what need there was to include that one? I should have kept it just for the two of us… if people find out about you and start giving you a hard time, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“It’s no problem, really.”

“I really hope so. I’m sorry, Zoro…”

He murmurs that she has nothing to apologise for, and he actually believes it. “Come now.” he says standing and picking up the plates with their desserts - Sanji’s famous panna cotta, one of the most popular dishes at the restaurant.

“But we haven’t finished yet.”

“I know, I wasn’t cleaning up. Let’s go on the terrace.”

The terrace is, just like the apartment it is connected to, minuscule, barely large enough for a couple of deck chairs and a single potted plant in a corner, but it offers a lovely view of the sea and the mountains surrounding the town. (name) and Zoro sit there, enjoying their desserts as they admire the stars filling the sky; for a while neither feels the need to speak, their feet touching between the chairs.

“I have spoken to Robin about my situation.” (name) mentions after a while; Robin is her manager, a good woman who really cares about the singer’s well-being as well as her professional success, and she’s also the only person (name) has shared her disastrous economic situation with “She spoke to a few of my most important creditors, we did a little bit of math… and she thinks that if I go on like this, in three years I should be able to pay my mom’s debts and retire, if I want to.”

Three years feel like an eternity. “That is good.” Zoro comments as he places the fork on the empty plate on his lap; they don’t always see eye to eye, but he has to admit it -at least when the cook can’t hear it- Sanji can make a mean panna cotta “It is less than you expected, right?”

“Yes, but more than I hoped. I feel such an egoist, since I live a very privileged life, but I hate this, you know? Being followed wherever I go, people talking about my life, my weight, my body, with no right to do that… I really hate it, but I can’t stop it.”

(name) sighs; Zoro knows his girlfriend is stronger than this, stronger than even she gives herself credit for, and this is why he hates seeing her so exhausted. Being a famous singer when she’d prefer a quieter life away from the spotlight may seem like a little price to pay, compared to so many people in the country who are unemployed, work in unsafe conditions or earn too little to support themselves, and (name) is well aware she has it better than most, but she has lost her mother when she was still a girl, and then got saddled with enormous debts to repay. There is nothing Zoro would not do to help her, but his job pays barely enough for his bills and school, and his girlfriend is too proud to accept his help anyway…

Her hand takes his; he squeezes hers, and (name) smiles at him, even though regret still fills her eyes. “I wish things were different.” she murmurs “If that man hadn’t entered my mother’s life… she would be still alive, and this is the most important thing, but if I had still become a famous singer I could buy a nice house for us, and you could concentrate on school without having to work. I could pay for a good life for the two of us; I mean, I like this apartment, and all I need is to be with you, but…”

“No buts; as you said, what matters is that we can be together, all the rest is secondary. And I wouldn’t let you pay my bills and the rest in any case.” 

“You sure? I wouldn’t mind having you as my kept man…”

They share a smile; the dark of the night envelops them, hiding their kiss. Zoro feels (name) sigh against him, her fingers ghosting along his neck in a way that never fails to make him shiver. They have already made love last night, and the one before it, starved for each other after weeks of separation, but suddenly it’s not enough anymore, suddenly he needs her more than ever, so much he can feel his blood screaming for her…

“Last week Luffy and Nami went to my father’s home.” he mentions after a few minutes he and his girlfriend have spent kissing furiously, the dessert plates abandoned on the terrace floor, their chairs pushed together to allow them to embrace “I had left my bag at the restaurants, and they went there to return it.”

Alarm fills (name)’s eyes; Mihawk knows his son lives with a girl, even though they have never been formally introduced, but Zoro has never told him he’s pretending to still live at home with him to keep the apartment, and consequently the identity of his roommate, secret. “And what did your father say?”

“He simply said he would give me the jacket, and texted me to tell me.”

“Do you think he suspects something? Or that Nami and Luffy do?”

Zoro shakes his head. By now he knows his friends well enough to know when they’re keeping something from him, and he’s pretty sure neither Luffy nor Nami realised he’s no longer living where they think; and his father trusts him enough to let him leave his life, unbothered by his son’s relationship with his friends. “I’m pretty sure they don’t; I was in class when they came, so I had a good excuse not to come to the door.”

“Oh, that was lucky…”

He kisses her brow; (name) smiles as she rests her cheek against his shoulder. They hold each other, unbothered by the rest of the world. (name)’s fans, with their well-intentioned but at times suffocating affection and adoration, are far away, the arms holding the young woman the only ones she has ever wanted touching her.

“We could tell them, you know.” Zoro murmurs in the end; part of him wishes they could simply enjoy the moment without having to argue, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t like keeping secrets from his friends, and while he’s determined to respect (name)’s desire for privacy, he just wishes he could show her that her fears are unmotivated, at least regarding Luffy and the others “My friends. They will keep your secret, I promise.”

“It’s nothing personal, Zoro; but I know how much they appreciate my music, and I’m grateful, but…”

“Again, no buts. You know I am with you come what may, but you need friends in your life, (name). I’m sure you will like Luffy and the others, and once they get used to you being a singer they admire, they’ll love you as well.”

Pause.

“Not as much as I love you, of course.”

“Of course.” (name) echoes him, the hint of a smile on her lips; she bites her lip -Zoro groans- and finally smiles - a brave, and at the same time relieved smile, as if she felt better already after making a choice she had agonised over for so long “Alright, then. I’d love to meet Luffy and the others, but please, help me convince them that they can’t tell anyone else; I really want to have a part of my life that is mine and only mine, and that includes friendships and especially what the two of us share.”  

Zoro promises he will, already thrilled. He can’t wait to introduce (name) to his friends, and them to her; she needs people who love and appreciate her, the real her, in her life, and with a bit of luck, she’ll have five soon… provided that the damn cook doesn’t even try to flirt with her. He’ll have to set the record straight with him, Zoro promises himself.

“I can’t wait to meet them.” (name) murmurs; she’s snuggled against Zoro’s chest, the swordsman -her swordsman- holding her by the waist. Zoro smiles; he looks forward to it as well, but for now, all he needs is to enjoy the comforting warmth of his beloved’s body in his embrace.

[lindzem]

FRAGILITY

The man in the moon was befuddled. He resurrected Jack, but something happened. Something went wrong. And it was about to go far worse than he'd ever thought possible.

Pitch was in the wrong place at the wrong time as well.

The dreaded Nightmare King was taking a midnight stroll through the forest when it began to suddenly snow. He looked up at the soft wavy snowflakes gently fluttering about. He frowned and sighed, deciding to keep going anyways.

As he was making his way around the lake the sound of a piercing shriek filled the air. He startled and looked around, but nothing was in the immediate area.

The echoing cries rang out in the night's stillness and Pitch chose to seek out the source. They were coming from the lake itself? In the midde of it out in the center of the ice.

He slowly made his way over and to his complete shock he found the source of disruptive racket.

A baby. A literal naked human baby was laying there on the ice all alone out in the winter weather. He knew humans could be cruel, but something struck his heart and ignited it inside.

P: A baby...? Just...out here? No...

He looked around again to see if anyone was near. With a nervous glance he knelt down and tried to touch it. He was shocked when he didn't phase through! Confused all the more, he slowly cradled the baby in his arms.

P: There there, little one. Where did you possibly come from?

The poor thing cried as Pitch stood up. He began to gently rock it and mumur.

P: It's ok, I've got you. It's alright. Ssshhh... Hush now, little thing...

To his pleasant surprise, the baby began to calm rather quickly. Pitch smiled just a wee bit as he walked off with his new tiny creature in tow.

P: Now... what should I name you? Hm... Jack Frost seems right, doesnt it? A little snow blessed child indeed. I promise, I'll take only the best care of you.

[desiderosaurus]

Mäkelborger in Bayern 2

Dat ward langsåm Tied, dat ik ein’ Fuurtsettung schrief. de Exkursion was schon vorlest’ Wäk, œwer laten wi uns von dor nich kümmern. de Exkursion was natürlich superinteressant! Tauierst güng dat tau’n Starnberger See. Wo irtäuft, was dat sihr prächtich! Dornå güngen wecke von uns tau’n Ammerdål bi den Kalktuffquellen. An den Dach sniedete dat bannig! Leider däuchte de Snei de anner Dåch’ wech. 

Doch gåhn wi taurüch tau’n Exkursionen. An den See wieren Wintervœgel tau irtäuwen. Åpenbor kåmen de ganzen Wintergäst, also de ganzen Wintervœgel, ofteins ut (natürlich) Skandinavien un Nuurdrussland. Uns säd man, dat de russischen Vœgel schuucher wieren, wiel sei öfter schåten warden. Nu verståh ik ok, wurüm määnigein Reigerånten (Aythya fuligula) ihr wechswimmen. Man wi wieren ihrer up de Säuk nach Prachtdukers (Gavia arctica). Dat was ierst tämlich swor, denn de Daukers swimmen meist in de Midd von den See. Datau sünd sei in den Winterkleed. Liekers künnen wi wat såhn. Einmal liekers verwesselt ik einen Prachtduker mit einen Meerråben (Phalacrocorax carbo). De sünd etwa gliek grot, doch de Meerråb höllt sienen Kopp hoch un Snåwel hett einen Håken, wieldäm bi den Dukers hei spitz un ein bit dicker is. Reigerånten geef dat wunnerlichwies nich so väl’. Ein paar Grau Ånten (Anas platyrhynchos) wieren doch ok. Ok flögen Såchdukers (Mergus merganser) vorbi. Ein sall nich vergäten de Füerduker (Podiceps cristatus) und sogor nich wenige Brilldukers (Bucephala clangula). In de Fiern såhn wi ein Schittreiger (Ardea cinerea). 

Nach ein Middachpaus güng dat tau’n Ammerdål, wat ein Schuttgebeet is. Dank den Kommilitonen heff ick lihrt, wat ein Rotrandig Bomswamm (Fomitopsis pinicola) is, de schon sihr jichtenwo der Tünnerswamm (Fomes fomentarius) utsüht. Œwer wat sihr snåksch was, was ein Rup von de Graskluck (Euthrix potatoria) und ein Streckerspinne (Tetragnatha sp.) midden in’n Snei! Ach, dat geef ok Wåtermuss und Wåterminz (Mentha aquatica). Man irtäuft ein blot den Muss unner Wåter un dat dortau in’n Winter, man beide wieren unner Wåter…. in’n Winter. Un natürlich geef’t dor Vœgel: den Rotböster (Erithacus rubecula), den Turmfalk (Falco tinnunculus) un ein Schwarm von Ellerziesken (Spinus spinus). Un in de Ammer, der lütte Strom, wieren bannig Insektenlarven, meist von Maifleigen (Ephemroptera, Ecdyonurus sp.) un ok von Kriebelmüggen (Simuliidae), den Rest heff ik lieder schon vergäten…. Ach ja, wi segen ok tämlich väl’ Bäverdieken (Castor fiber).

Dat was för hüt, ik hoff dat hat juuch gefreut. Bis tau’n anner Mal!

[hamsfly]

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Óbidos' Medieval Walls

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The Vilarinho das Furnas dam and reservoir

The beautiful Arado Waterfall

The historic Roman road (Geira)

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The pristine beaches of Portinho da Arrábida

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Douro Valley Vineyards

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Unordered List of Top Alentejo Wine Routes:

Redondo Route

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The best places to travel in Portugal are a treasure trove of cultural experiences. The country's rich history and vibrant traditions make it a top destination for travelers. Let's explore some of the best cultural hotspots in Portugal.

Coimbra's University

Coimbra's University is one of the oldest in Europe. Founded in 1290, it offers a glimpse into medieval academic life. The university is also a UNESCO World Heritage site. Visitors can explore the Joanina Library, a stunning Baroque library. The library houses over 300,000 books and manuscripts. Its ornate design and historical significance make it a must-see. Another highlight is the Royal Palace of Alcáçova. This palace has been part of the university since the 16th century. It features beautiful architecture and historical artifacts. Coimbra's University is not just for history buffs. The vibrant student life and cultural events add a lively atmosphere. The university's botanical garden is perfect for a relaxing stroll.

Guimarães' Birthplace Of Portugal

Guimarães is known as the birthplace of Portugal. It was here that the first king of Portugal, Afonso I, was born. The city's historical center is a UNESCO World Heritage site. The Guimarães Castle is a key attraction. This 10th-century castle offers panoramic views of the city. Its towers and walls tell the story of Portugal's early days. Another important site is the Palace of the Dukes of Braganza. Built in the 15th century, it showcases Gothic architecture. The palace now serves as a museum, displaying artifacts from Portugal's past. Guimarães' old town is charming with its narrow streets and historic buildings. The Largo da Oliveira square is a great place to start your exploration. Cafes and shops line the square, offering local delights and souvenirs. Visiting Guimarães is like stepping back in time. Every corner of the city breathes history and culture.

Secluded Beach Paradises - Best beaches in Portugal

Portugal offers some of the most stunning beaches in Europe. If you are seeking tranquility and natural beauty, the country's secluded beach paradises are perfect. These hidden gems offer a peaceful retreat away from the bustling tourist spots. Let’s explore two of the best: Praia da Marinha and Comporta's Sandy Shores.

Praia Da Marinha

Praia da Marinha is a true gem on the Algarve coast. Known for its crystal-clear waters and impressive limestone cliffs, it’s a favorite among nature lovers. The beach is surrounded by golden sand and stunning rock formations. You can take a leisurely walk along the cliffs to enjoy breathtaking views. Snorkeling is a popular activity here. The underwater scenery is just as beautiful as above. You may spot a variety of marine life including colorful fish and starfish. For those who enjoy photography, Praia da Marinha offers plenty of opportunities to capture stunning shots.

Comporta's Sandy Shores

Comporta is located on the Alentejo coast and offers a different kind of beauty. Its long stretches of white sandy beaches are perfect for a relaxing day by the sea. The area is less developed than the Algarve, making it ideal for those seeking peace and quiet. You can enjoy beach activities like swimming, sunbathing, and even horseback riding. The calm waters are perfect for families with children. Nearby, you will find charming villages and rice fields adding to the unique landscape.

Comporta is also known for its vibrant sunsets. As the day ends, the sky transforms into a palette of orange and pink hues, making it a perfect spot for evening relaxation.

Most Unique Island Destinations in Portugal

Portugal boasts some of the most captivating island destinations that offer unique experiences. Among these, Madeira and the Azores stand out. Each island brings its own charm and natural beauty, perfect for those seeking adventure and tranquility.

Madeira's Natural Pools

Madeira, known as the "Island of Eternal Spring," offers stunning natural pools. These pools are volcanic formations filled with crystal-clear Atlantic water. They provide a refreshing escape and a picturesque setting for relaxation. The natural pools in Madeira are perfect for swimming, snorkeling, and photography. Their unique beauty draws visitors from around the world.

Porto Moniz: Known for its natural swimming pools formed by volcanic rocks.

Seixal:Offers black sand beaches and serene natural pools.

Doca do Cavacas:A hidden gem with beautiful natural pools and ocean views.

Azores' Volcanic Landscapes

The Azores archipelago is a paradise of volcanic landscapes. Each island boasts lush greenery, volcanic craters, and hot springs. These natural wonders provide endless opportunities for exploration and adventure. Visitors can hike through lush forests, explore volcanic craters, and relax in geothermal hot springs. The Azores' landscapes are perfect for nature lovers and adventure seekers alike. Read More Article

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Gather round, Gather round

It would bring me great pleasure if you read mu silly little Wattpad story about some girl and some other girl who kiss each other!! It’s Canadian and queer and with a POC protagonist and is very cool and will be a nice read for pride month. Or winter because it’s set in the winter duh 🙄

I would appreciate some criticism and conversation on and about my book. And fanart would be silly.

it’s called Sunday and here’s the summary

At the first glimps of winter, Sunday Janvier was overjoyed. She adores winter and everything to do with it in the small town of La Picstos where she resides with her family. However, this winter will be different. Sunday crosses paths with a group of hockey girls who dare her to ask out Alexia DeWinters, their fellow teammate. This is Sunday's one chance to make friends again after losing her best friend and spliting away from her old friend group. There is flaws to the dare like having to lie until she reveals to DeWinters the true intent behind their "relationship" and the fact Sunday has never been in a queer relationship. She is sure she is a straight cis girl. Sunday will spend her winter wrapped up in elaborate lies, plush scarves and newly born feelings. Will she manage to stay the same Sunday Janvier after lying about so much? Will she cave into her lies? Or will she crack under pressure?

Read chapter one of Sunday now! —>

[benzglen11]

Blizzard

It’s Snowing

[midd-mod]

Got a new phone bg 👀💞

[the-empress-7]

What I understand from a Windsor move and I seem to be the only one thinking that way so I might be wrong - is that KP remain their MAIN residence but they basically “swap” Anmer Hall for a Windsor base. Keeping AH for winter and for the weekend they will go 50 min from London aka Windsor instead of 3 hours to norfolk and taking the dangerous helicopter which was said to worry the Queen. It would get them closer to HMTQ, The Midds and Charles who’s in Gloucestershire near Berkshire.

That would make far more sense. I could see them keeping Anmer Hall as their summer home.

[hyenahunt]

Secret Service: GLOBALISM - 7

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Hiyori, Kohaku, Jun, Ibara

Proofreading: bakemonoremy (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: haranami & hyenahunt

Hiyori: It doesn't matter when everything's working out so well, no? You silly-billies can just keep your heads empty, your mouths shut and follow along after me! Ahaha ♪

Location: Airport Lobby

Hiyori: Thanks for waiting! We've gotten just enough footage to put together our show for now, so you're free to do as you like from now on!

The camera's aren't rolling anymore, so that goes for you too, Kohaku-kun! Walk and talk as much as you'd like!

Kohaku: Good work out there… Coulja hurry up an’ fill me in on what’s goin’ on now?

Hiyori: Certainly, let's have a little stroll as we chat. Now's a good time after all that hard work and I'm starving, so let's find a nice shop that serves the local specialties ♪

Jun: Seriously? We don't have to go outta our way to find some local food. I mean, it's all the same once it's in your stomach~

Hiyori: That's no way to think! The true joy of travelling comes from being able to try all the food! And if something would make a splendid shot, we can get the cameras rolling again too, you see?

Jun: Well, I guess if it's for the sake of filming, then you can't really just grab a riceball from a random cornerstore, huh.

Kohaku: That’s nice an’ all, but I’m wonderin’ about those idols from Kyushu. They’ve got pretty scary looks on their faces… Is it all right fer us t’leave ‘em be?

They’ve been keepin’ their distance and tailin’ us for a while now.

Hiyori: Ahaha. It'd be good if you could all introduce yourselves to each other and get along. After all, Kohaku-kun, those fellows are in Double Face, just like you ♪

Kohaku: Like I said, I’ve never seen ‘em in my life.

Hiyori: Is that so? What I heard was that Madara-kun gathered them together as partners to perform in prelims together—

Though thinking it over, the guerilla live Madara-kun held here in Shikoku was as MaM.

Whatever was that for? I had been wondering if he'd participate in SS, but...

Jun: Hmm... The way everything I'm hearing seems to be at odds with each other, I can't imagine them lining up in any way.

Kohaku: Ain’t that right. Once we catch Madara-han an’ grill him ‘bout what he’s been schemin’, I’m sure everything’ll be a lot clearer.

Hiyori: That's precisely why we've got our "Paradise on Earth" travel show, you see!

By broadcasting this show all over the country, surely we'll draw some kind of reaction out of Madara-kun and Ibara.

Kohaku: Haha… Yeah, ya might be able to lure Madara-han out if ya broadcast a program he’s interested in—

Just like how the Kyushu idols an’ I sprung t’action when Madara-han started doin’ guerilla lives.

Hiyori: Indeed. Madara-kun is sure to do the same thing. Once he learns that there's a group out there doing things under the name of Double Face, he'll be hard-pressed to ignore it.

Kohaku: I reckon so. If I were in the same situation, watchin’ a program like this in Osaka, I’d fly over to check out the situation.

Or at the very least, I’d try t’contact the other people on the program — in this case, Eve — through HoldHands or somethin’.

Hiyori: Yes, yes. And I mean, Ibara and Nagisa-kun are both working together with Madara-kun.

If they found out that we were out and about in Shikoku, rather than staying on standby at the ryokan — why, I'm sure they'd at least send us a message.

So either way, they'll be sure to take some form of action. Now all that's left to do is wait and see if they'll find us themselves or drop us a line, yes?

And as a bonus, we get to enjoy ourselves on a trip! This is a much better use of our time instead of staying cooped up in that ryokan, isn't it?

All the same, thanks to the Secret Order Nagisa-kun received, we won't be able to refuse any helper request from another unit.

Jun: Yep. After all, we were on standby waiting for that since no one can say when we'll get one of those requests.

Hiyori: But now, since we're in the middle of taking on such a request from another unit, we can turn down any others that come in.

And if the act of 'refusing' is what the Secret Order catches us out on, then we can simply ask them to wait until we're done with this request.

Either way, for as long as we do this travel show, we'll have nothing to worry about when it comes to both Nagisa-kun's Secret Order or helper requests, and we can just do as we please.

Jun: Ohhh, I get it. So when it comes to this travel show thing and helping out with those Double Face guys, we're doing it all under the name of Eden, huh?

Hiyori: That's right! Hmm? Didn't I explain all that?

Jun: Well, you kinda implied it, but your explanations always fall a step short, Ohii-san.

Hiyori: It doesn't matter when everything's working out so well, no? You silly-billies can just keep your heads empty, your mouths shut and follow along after me! Ahaha ♪

Jun: Ngh... It actually is working out pretty well, so I can't even say anything to that.

Kohaku: Haha. You’re actin’ like Madara-han an’ Rinne-han, but I just can’t seem t’hate ya, Hiyori-han. I wonder why that is?

Hiyori: Well, no surprise there! After all, I'm beloved wherever I go! Throughout heaven and earth, I alone reign supreme!

Ibara: Jun! Your Highness…!

Kohaku: …!?

Jun: Woah, what the hell!? Y-You showed up way sooner than we expected, Ibara...

Hiyori: Heheh~ ♪ Would you look at that! Isn't it just as I said? Air a show that'll catch their interest and both Ibara and Madara-kun shall take the bait—

Kohaku: Hm? You were right ‘bout that, but I don’t see Madara-han. Vice Prez-han, weren’t cha workin’ with that dumbass of mine?

Ibara: …GODDAMN!

Jun: Didja just steal my catchphrase!?

Hiyori: Ahaha. Good friends tend to borrow each other's favourite sayings, don't they? Almost like having an inside joke.

Ibara: This isn’t the time to be dawdling around! Your Highness Hiyori, Jun— leave this place right this instant! Shikoku isn’t safe…!

Hiyori: Shikoku isn't exactly a dangerous place, though, is it? You can't go around shouting things like that at the airport, Ibara! Watch your words!

Ibara: …I’m unsure as to why you’re here, Oukawa-shi, but I’d like for you to stay. There’s something I must ask you.

Kohaku: Oh, uh… Lemme give ya the long an’ short of it. I came here t’look for Madara-han—

Ibara: Yes, Mikejima-shi! He’s the issue here!

That bastard betrayed me…! He secretly joined hands with my great-uncle, started scheming with him, and is now trying to use SS as an opportunity to climb the ladder!

Kohaku: …?

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Translation Note:

1. Hiyori says 天上天下唯我独尊, which according to Buddhist legend is the quote said by Shakkyumi, founder of Buddhism, right after his birth as he took seven steps about, pointing at heaven with his right hand and at earth with his left.

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Spotlight - Prologue

Author D.

Pairing Jungkook x Reader (female)

Genre Actor AU | Hollywood AU | Exes to Lovers AU | Romance | Fluff | Angst

Warnings Mentions of cyber bullying

Word count 3.5k

Summary “Her stylist had chosen a wonderful black Elie Saab Haute Couture for the occasion. The gown was long, sleek and structured, with overlaying tulle and tafta, the top was semi-transparent, with long sleeves and padded shoulders,  and the whole dress was adorned with an intricate golden embroidery that highlighted her figure craftily. Her hair had been pinned neatly in a bun on top of her head, with some twists and braids that she had no way of replicating on her own. The make up artist had played with golden eyeshadow and had drawn a strong and thick black line with the eyeliner, making her gaze sharper and sexier. Y/N looked like a chic princess warrior, ready for battle. And, somehow, she really felt like it. She wasn’t anxious only about the ceremony, she had read the lineup, she had read his name. She knew there was no avoiding him this time: her first love, Jeon Jungkook.”

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     Award season was the period of the year Y/N hated the most. Despite being in the entertainment industry since she was a teenager - and now being in her late 20s -, she still couldn’t get used to the stress it put her through. She actually looked forward to dressing up and posing in front of dozens and dozens of photographers at the beginning of her career, but now that she had made a name for herself, now that everyone knew who she was, Y/N would gladly stay in her king sized bed watching some movie instead. Unfortunately, even if she wanted to, there was no way she could avoid attending this season’s ceremonies. 

     The past year had been Y/N’s most rewarding yet. She had been in fact casted by a renowned and award-winning director as the main character of his new historical movie, which turned out highly successful at the box office - earning more than $110,000,000 on its opening weekend - and highly acclaimed by the critics who had praised, not only the cinematography and the intricacy of the plot, but especially Y/N’s performance - described as raw, heartbreaking and graceful. To no one’s surprise, she was soon nominated as Best Actress in most of the award events, winning all of them despite the high competition and enriching the collection of trophies she had displayed in her home office.

     When she debuted ten years ago with a minor role in an episode of a television series she only dared dreaming of reaching such a peak in her career. She could have never imagined that she would become one of the highest paid actresses in the industry, that she would afford buying her dream car and her dream house in Los Angeles, and that she would have millions of fans supporting her all over the world. Yet, there she was, getting ready for ‘the dream come true’, the award of the awards: the Oscars. And she, Y/N Y/L/N, had been chosen as the strongest contender in her category: Best Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role. She had already been nominated twice before, but this time was different, this time she felt she could actually win. Hence why she couldn’t stop walking anxiously back and forth in the 5 star hotel room her staff had booked for the day.

     Her stylist had chosen a wonderful black Elie Saab Haute Couture for the occasion. The gown was long, sleek and structured, with overlaying tulle and tafta; the top was semi-transparent, with long sleeves and padded shoulders, and the whole dress was adorned with an intricate golden embroidery that highlighted her figure craftily. Her hair had been pinned neatly in a bun on top of her head, with some twists and braids that she had no way of replicating on her own. The make up artist had played with golden eyeshadow and had drawn a strong and thick black line with the eyeliner, making her gaze sharper and sexier. 

     Y/N looked like a chic princess warrior, ready for battle. And, somehow, she really felt like it. She wasn’t anxious only about the ceremony, she had read the lineup, she had read his name. She knew there was no avoiding him this time: her first love, Jeon Jungkook.

     Y/N was a completely different woman from who she was back in high school.

     She had grown in a very poor family. Her mother had to raise her, alongside her older brother, all on her own, working long hours as a housekeeper for a rich and snob family who mistreated her and paid her just enough so that she couldn’t resign. She was a very sweet woman who had to struggle every day to give her two children the most normal life she could afford. Y/N’s father, on the other hand, was never present: an alcoholic who couldn’t keep a job for more than a month, he regularly failed to pay child support after the divorce and never once made a call to hear from them.

     Y/N understood the importance of money early on, in elementary school, when her classmates started teasing her because of her hand-me-down clothes. She was used to wear her brother’s old t-shirts every now and then and never thought too much of it. She didn’t see any difference between the rock bands pictures or the flowery prints, she didn’t realize it mattered. And when she had told her mother that those girls had laughed at her, the woman almost cried, so Y/N decided not to mention it ever again.

     Y/N grew up into a very introverted and shy teenager. She wasn’t good with socializing and generally preferred being on her own. Her desire for solitude was so evident that her classmates gave up on their attempts to befriend her and she soon became the lone wolf of their high school. By junior high, she became almost invisible. 

     Strangely enough, Y/N’s dream was that to become an actress, a profession that required a lot of things she lacked of. Confidence, to begin with, or charisma. The only thing she believed she could do was hide inside the unused storage room on the second floor and play with the old props left by the drama club. 

     She met Jungkook while doing just that. 

     The boy was just coming back from the first meeting of the Mathematics Discussion Club - of which he was the president - when he heard someone crying from a room he never noticed before. He opened the door quietly, peeking his head inside the dim lighted room, only to find the silhouette of a girl lying on the floor in a fetal position and seemingly crying her lungs out in pain. She had her hands clutching tightly her head and she was sobbing so hard that she was on the verge of hyperventilating. On instinct, Jungkook rushed to her side, his books, pencils and calculator clattering all over the floor. 

     “Are you ok?!” he screamed in worry, putting his hands over her shoulders.

     Y/N jumped up, her wailing stopping so abruptly that it made Jungkook jump as well. As it turned out, Y/N was doing nothing more than acting the part of a terminally ill girl who was suffering intense head pains - a part she had invented all on her own to test her ability with dramatic scenes. it was something she did quite often. Just the day before she was performing Meryl Streep’s part in “Into the Woods” to an invisible audience.

     “I-I’m ok.” she mumbled, drying the fake tears from her cheeks.

     “What the hell?” Jungkook murmured, looking at her in astonishment. “What was that?”

     “I was ... I was just pretending.” she replied, her voice horse from all the screaming.

     “Pretending?” he repeated as he sat bewildered on the dirty floor. “You were pretending to be in pain? Why?!”

     Y/N felt the heat rising to her face. This was the first time she had to explain her weird little secret to anyone. “Acting.”

     “Acting.” Jungkook repeated once again. “And why are you doing it in here?” he asked looking around the creepy space, with its spider webs and abandoned miscellaneous objects. “What is this place anyways?”

     “It was the old storage room of the drama club.” Y/N replied. “They don’t use it anymore. There’s no space left.”

     “I can see that.” he said staring at the shelf just above their heads that looked about ready to collapse. “So, I guess you’re not in the drama club?”

     “No.” Y/N answered looking down at her crossed legs. She wondered if he was going to snitch on her. She really didn’t want to get in trouble. Besides, it wasn’t like she was doing something that terrible.

     “I could tell.” Jungkook replied. “I saw last year’s winter play and, let me tell you, you, crying on the floor 5 minutes ago, were ten times better than that.”

     Y/N looked back at him with her mouth open in surprise. She had no idea who this boy sitting crossed legged on the floor with her was, with his white button down shirt and over washed jeans, but he singlehandedly gave her the best compliment she could wish for. “Right?!” she exclaimed sitting straighter. “I thought so too! But everybody else acted as if they saw the best performance of their lives! I knew I couldn’t be the only one who taught that their interpretation of Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra was nothing but underwhelming.”

     “Damn right.” the boy nodded in agreement. “I actually looked forward to it because I prefer it over Romeo and Juliet, but I was so disappointed. You should have played Cleopatra!” he added in an afterthought. “Why didn’t you?”

     Y/N felt herself blush once again. “I never performed in front of anyone.” she confessed. “Apart from my mother an brother, that is.”

     “That’s a shame.” Jungkook murmured pensively. “You have real talent, storage room girl. Believe me, I’m an expert.”

     Being friends with Jungkook was easy, falling in love with him was even easier. It came so naturally that Y/N didn’t even have the chance to fully realize it before they were officially dating.

     He was everything Y/N wasn’t and everything she wanted to be. Even at 16 years old he already was a very confident boy. He was incredibly smart, funny and a little bit nerdy. He didn’t belong to the upper class of their high school social pyramid, nor the middle, but he had no care in matching those standards because he loved himself for who he was - Stark Trek t-shirts, consumed tennis shoes and all. 

     In the short year the two of them were together, from junior to senior year, Jungkook became the reason behind Y/N’s happiness. She wasn’t aware of how lonely she really had been while asking to be left alone. Jungkook taught her to be open towards the world, to be curious and to believe in herself and her abilities. Thanks to him and his never ending support Y/N came to realize that she wasn’t meant to hide inside the abandoned storage room on the second floor, but she deserved the chance to follow her dreams.

     Together they filed their applications for college: Jungkook always wanted to become an aerospace engineer and had set the personal - and ambitious - goal to work for NASA; Y/N, on the other hand, had worked hard during her last year in high school to win a scholarship for whichever Performing Arts College was willing to take her in - it didn’t matter which one because she knew she started her acting career late. All she wanted was to study to become an actress, to perform on stage and bring to life incredible stories, to be someone one day and someone else the other.

     But it was such a big dream, something so fickle and risky, that Y/N couldn’t help but being overwhelmed by fear, not only for her future but that of Jungkook’s as well, because after all, despite all the changes she had gone through, a part of her was still hiding from the world. So she did something stupid, something very cliché, that nevertheless seemed the right thing to do at that time: she broke up with him.

     It’s for his own good, she had thought. He is brilliant, I don’t want to hold him back.

     Jungkook fought her and for her. He was afraid something like this would happen, he was sure it wasn’t what she really wanted, he knew she was just afraid. But Y/N was a very talented actress indeed and for a moment, as she looked straight into his dark eyes and told him she didn’t love him anymore, Jungkook felt his confidence waver.

     “I’m really thankful for what you’ve done for me.” she had said. “I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for you.”

     “Please don’t lie.” he had whispered, trying to stop the angry and disappointed tears from falling from his eyes. “Don’t pretend. Not with me.”

     “I’m not.” Y/N replied, her voice firm. “I loved you, I really did. You’ll be my first love forever, Kook.”

     And the very next day, just like in one of those cheesy television dramas her mother loved so much, she flew hundreds of miles away from him, trying to not looking back. 

     If she said she never regretted it over the following years, it would be a lie. As she started her new life, she never failed to think of him. She wondered how he was doing, if his dreams were coming true and if he ever thought of her as much as she did of him. As she grew up and matured, Y/N realized how stupid her choice had been and how important Jungkook’s role had been in shaping her personality and in breaking her shell. Y/N was sure of it: if he didn’t found her that day inside the storage room, she wouldn’t be who she was today.

     Years after she broke up with him, Jungkook still popped up into her mind every now and then. She thought of him the first time she was casted for a walk on role in a movie; she thought of him the first time her name was credited in an episode of a TV show; she thought of him the first time she won an award.

      She thought of him with regret and a little bit of melancholy. Y/N never forgot him. Not even when when became so famous she barely had the time and energy to think about herself.

      The first time Y/N heard his name spoken by someone else’s mouth, three years ago, was a complete shock. She never talked of him to anyone, apart form her mother, her brother and Jimin, her best friend and manager, so he was supposed to be a nobody to everyone else but herself. As it turned out, with a very mysterious turn of events, Jungkook had left the path towards aerospace engineering and had decided to take his chance with acting. And from what Y/N gathered from the overheard conversation, he was starting to make a name for himself as well. 

     That night, back in her multimillion dollar villa, Y/N researched his name on the internet for the first time. 

     He was new to the industry and there wasn’t much about him, it was like he popped out of nowhere. But it was definitely Jungkook, Y/N recognized him from the pictures. He had grown into a beautiful man, so handsome that she did a double take and then had to stop herself from drooling. It wasn’t like he was ugly when they were together, but he was just a skinny teenager back then and this was a man, a real man who had lost all of his baby fat and now had a razor sharp jaw and a muscular body. Apparently, he was the protagonist of an ongoing TV series that was gathering a lot of success putting him in the center of the attention. ‘The new heartthrob’, that was how he was being called.

     Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what happened after they lost contact with each other that made him change his career so drastically. Whenever she thought about him she imagined him working on some challenging project for NASA, never on a movie set. She remembered he was passionate about theatre and cinema, but never once he had expressed the desire to become an actor like her. Y/N didn’t know what to think.

     As the years passed, Y/N watched as his acting career grew, as he starred in a success after the other and as he earned the respect of even the most strict directors and critics.

     Y/N watched, yes, but from afar, never daring to contact him and secretly avoiding the chances to meet him again. 

     She had been successful, until now.

     The drive to the Dolby Theatre went far too quick for Y/N’s taste. She could barely remember how she got from the hotel room where she had been preparing to the black luxury van. Before she knew it her stylist was taking away her favorite slippers and was putting on her dress-matching Dolce&Gabbana heels.

     Y/N didn’t have the time to think. Three years of running away and finally the moment had come. Jeon Jungkook - her first love, her ‘the one that got away’, probably her biggest regret - was probably in the car behind hers.

     “Y/N, two minutes.” Jimin called out, warning her to get ready. “You know the deal. Deep breath and own that red carpet as you always do. And-”

     “I know.” Y/N interrupted him. “The left side is my best side.”

     The man, dressed up as well in a black tux, gave her a wink. “I’ll be right behind you. You got this.” he declared, looking at her intensely. “This is the one.”

     “Thanks, Chim. But from all we know I could be the next Di Caprio.” she joked, the roaring noise from the red carpet now deafening.

     “On my dead body.” he smirked. “Talk to you later, princess.”

     “Later.” she hugged him briefly. “Oh, can you please make sure my mom and Seokjin got in fine? I totally forgot to call them.”

     “Of course. My assistant is with them, anyways.” Jimin said, putting a hand on the door handle. “Ready?”

     Y/N took a deep breath, put on her best charming expression and nodded. “Ready.”

     As soon as he opened the door, Y/N was immediately hit by the boisterous and echoing call of the fans. She wasn’t sure if it was only her impression but it seemed like every single one of them was screaming her name. She was, indeed, one of the biggest names of the night, there was no use in denying it, but Y/N couldn’t help but wish they stopped making her presence so obvious.

     A young usher, pretending not so well to be indifferent and trying to be professional, guided her towards the beginning of the red carpet, hundreds of cellphones following her movements like magnets.

     “Please, come this way, miss Y/L/N.” the usher instructed in a slightly trembling voice. “There will be someone from the staff signaling you were to stop to pose for the photographers.”

     Y/N knew this already. She had attended countless of events like this, after all. Yet she didn’t say anything to the shy boy, preferring to smile at him sincerely. “Thank you very much.” she said, watching as he blushed violently.

     Y/N started her walk, Jimin and her stylist following a few steps behind to make sure that everything went smoothly. The photographers went wild as soon as they saw her, the flashes of their cameras blinding her almost angrily. She was used to it now, she had mastered the trick: squinting sexily and blinking strategically.

     As she walked slowly towards the entrance of the theatre, posing with confidence and channeling her best princess warrior, Y/N almost forgot the worries she had about Jungkook, until a new wave of screams echoed to her ears. She stiffened, even if imperceptibly. It was him, the line up said he would be walking right after her. 

     The time had finally come. Ten years had passed and she was seeing Jeon Jungkook again for the first time. 

     She continued to walk nonchalantly, every step confident and her chin up and proud. But once she reached the end of the red carpet and the photographers moved their attention away from her, Y/N couldn’t help but stop for a second, ignoring a fellow actress and ‘friend’ waving at her a few feet further. 

     She could feel him, she could feel his presence behind her back. She could either turn around and catch a glimpse of him, or resume walking and pretend he wasn’t there. It took her a couple of moments of indecisiveness, in which Jimin looked at her questioningly, before taking the umpteenth deep breath of the evening.

     She turned, the hem of her $30 000 black dress brushing almost magically over the carpet, and there he was. For a moment the memory of the nerdy boy from high school overlapped the image in front of her. She was well aware of the fact that he wasn’t that teenager anymore, she had seen his pictures, watched his movies and interviews. The boy she remembered was long gone: standing tall and proud, more than twenty feet from her, was now Jeon Jungkook ‘the actor’, dressed in a perfectly tailored night blue tux that highlighted his toned body, black patent leather shoes and impeccably styled hair.

     And he was staring - with his dark and deep black eyes - right back at her.

[onepersonslumberparty]

I used to like winter

When I was little, winter meant that there would be a lot of snow to play in and a magic atmosphere of Christmas.

But things change. The winter became warmer and at the time when I started midde school it wasn't as fun anymore. My siblings were too old and too busy to play with, and I too wasn't interested in that any longer. But I could still say that I like winter, for the amount of days off school, Christmas, New Year's eve and my birthday. And there was still the cozyness of staying inside with a mug of cocoa to enjoy, while looking at snow falling outside. It was nice.

The most of my high school years I remember cold and grey. Maybe it was because of my depressed butt. There again, most of the school period include winter. I would skip school a lot more often at that time of my life. I'd go to McDonald's to wait through the school hours, drinking hot drinks and doing anything to kill time, while outside would fall snow with rain. I liked winter for those times, and the weather just gave me another reason to stay inside. Or at least that's what I was thinking to myself.

And now I'm here. Laying in my bed waiting for the sun to wake me up, but there is no sun. There is no reason for me to get up. Nothing more than my own work and Christmas chores. The perspective of doing them sucks away the rest of energy that I have left. I feel sick and sad and alone. If I could, I would go to sleep and not wake up until spring. Like a bear.

And normally I’d still say “I like winter”.

Except I don’t. Not anymore. I didn’t like winter for the longest while. I was just lying to myself, because... I don’t know why. Nostalgia I guess.

And it kinda got me thinking: is there anything else that I lie to myself about? Things change all the time. I change too. What else do I subconsciously hold on to even though my opinion of it changed a long time ago? Hell if I know.

But realizing this made me feel like something heavy left my soul. Because change is a major part of nature. It’s ok to change. It’s ok to change your views, it’s ok to change your likes and it’s ok to let go of some stuff. It’s just a part of life. I’m a part of life.

I used to like winter. This thought makes me feel sad and scared because I feel like I’m leaving behind some part of myself. I don’t want to let things go. I don’t want things to change and I’m terrified of what future holds for me. I don’t know what to do and I can’t “fix” it.

But then again, maybe I’m just lying to myself again. Maybe I just need to leave this thought behind.

Nothing stays the same. Everything changes. I change too, even if I don’t think so. Maybe I should remind myself of that more often.

I used to like winter. And that’s ok. I’m ok.

[korastudies]

10 question tag game

Rules: answer the questions then tag new people with 10 new questions.

I was tagged by the lovely @a-midds​! Thanks for tagging me :)

1. how many pillows do you sleep with? I sleep with 4 which seems like a lot, but I could theoretically make it two if I bought another body pillow

2. what’s your favourite item of clothing in your wardrobe? probably this yuri on ice sweatshirt I’ve had since sophomore year of high school - it’s super comfy

3. what book are you currently reading? not anything for leisure however I am open for suggestions

4. are you enjoying it? since I’m not reading anything decided not to answer this

5. what’s your favourite line from a song? “thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great” because (ironically enough) one of my favorite memories is going to see fall out boy with my sister for our first concert

6. if your life was a movie, what would the name of the album of the soundtrack be? sonder

7. do you have/want any pets? i have two cats and four dogs

8. what’s your favourite food that has to be kept in the fridge? cucumbers

9. what’s your favourite type of rodent? mice, specifically the little white ones since they’re very cute and small

10. what’s your favourite colour? not sure! probably green or pink since I’ve been wearing those colors a lot

my questions

1. What do most people think about you that is absolutely not true?

2. Where do you usually go for vacation?

3. What is your favorite thing to eat or drink in winter?

4. What scene from a TV show will you never forget?

5. What is something most people do easily but you find very difficult?

6. If your childhood had a smell, what would it be?

7. What’s the scariest nonhorror movie?

8. How often do you go to the library?

9. Which app seemed like magic the first time you used it?

10. What’s something weird that you recommend everyone trying at least once?

i tag

@olympestudy @suryanair @houseplant-hugs @cavabienallerrr @etherealtranquility @meadussa @deliveryghibli @icisblog

and anyone else that would like to participate! please tage me in your answers and have fun!

[peacefiresky-archive]

the dragon chronicles - prologue

(this is gonna be a series of short drabbles very much inspired by shadowy whispers’ “dragon chronicles” series on youtube! it’s an awesome series and i highly recommend it if you’re into asmr!!)

“Seven trites, no less.” The old farmer chewed on a piece of straw as he held his hand possessively on the handle of the woven basket, where five eggs lay carefully wrapped in brown cloth. “These are as fresh as a winter’s morning, they are.”

The marketplace was filled with Sol and Asa’s early morning light. The scent of sweet hay dominated the air as merchants and traders and farmers all shouted out their prices for their goods. So loud they were, that Ahzrel strained to hear the farmer in front of her.

“Seven trites? For five eggs? This is St. Midd, not the capital!”

Old Jack laughed a bit, the wrinkles around his mouth deepening as he smiled. Ahzrel was quite the sight, indeed. Just barely in her tenth year, the suns-kissed child was always running about, this way and that, her mess of curly hair bobbing along after her as she ran errands for the baker. Freckles dotted her tawny skin, as if someone had taken dirt and threw it on her, and she simply decided not to wash it off. “Always the haggler, child. Seven trites. My final offer.”

Ahzrel crossed her arms, sighing as she glanced around at the other farmer’s stalls. “I suppose I’ll have to go ask Danil, then…”

Jack cocked a brow and glanced over to Danil. He was a young, enterprising business man -- as much as one could be in St. Midd, anyway -- shouting out prices for his fresh eggs… Prices noticeably lower than Jack’s.

Well, he was losing business to that lad...

“Six trites,” Jack said.

“Four.”

“Five. No less.”

Ahzrel hummed to herself, counting on her fingers. “One trite per egg… hm. Seems fair.” She reached into the pocket of the small, dirtied apron tied about her skirt and pulled out five copper trites, placing them on Jack’s wooden stall. With no small amount of reluctance, the old farmer handed her the basket of eggs. She shouted a quick thanks as she grabbed the basket and raced off down the south road.

She dodged to avoid the swing of the butcher’s arms as he greeted a friend on the road, ducking under old Miss Partridge’s cart as she delivered her latest batch of fresh bread to her step-daughter’s wife, as she did every day. Ahzrel hopped over a pile of horse dung, scrunching up her nose as she made her way. She paused on the corner-road for breath, when she heard her name being called. With a tired grin, she raised her hand in greeting as a few of her friends waved to her. They beckoned for her to come over, mischievous grins on their faces, but she mouthed an apology and raised the basket of eggs. Then, she took flight again, turning east and bursting into the door of the baker’s home.

“I thought you’d never get here,” Miss Jaesmin said with a smile. She was a middle-aged woman with warm brown skin and a voice like honey. “Got my eggs?”

“‘Course I got your eggs!” Ahzrel bounded over to the counter, gently placing the basket in front of Miss Jae. “I was real careful with ‘em. Walked slow over here and everything.”

“I’m sure you did,” Miss Jae said, glancing at the panting child. She dusted her hands off on her apron, plumes of flour filling the air. “All five?”

“Mhm!” Ahzrel took in a deep breath through her nose. The smells of Miss Jae’s bakery were always the best -- baking loaves of bread, pastries set carefully out on display, sweet treats of all sorts laid out… It was enough to set Ahzrel’s stomach growling. 

“Atta lass,” Miss Jae said, digging in her pocket for something. She mumbled to herself, her brows furrowing as she searched, before she pulled out a silver signes. “Here’s your pay, child.”

Ahzrel took the coin and placed it in her pocket, shooting Miss Jae a bright smile. “See you tomorrow?”

“You better. I may have a special delivery or two, depending on how the day goes…”

Ahzrel nodded and gave a playful salute, before racing out the doors - smacking her head in the process.

Quickly, she glanced around, searching for her friends - ah! There. They had gathered on the road-corner that Ahzrel had rested on earlier. She cleared her throat and walked very calmly and sophisticated-like over to them.

“There she is!” Jessa said. “Just the girl we were looking for.”

There were four of them, three boys and a girl, all older than her. They played rough with her sometimes, and Miss Jae had told her to steer clear of them, lest they pull her into trouble again - but so few others her age would give her the time of day! She could be friends with whoever she so chose, thank you very much.

“Heya!” Ahzrel bounced on her feet. “What’s the plans for today? We doin’ anything --”

“We have a dare for you, Rel,” Mikael said. He was the oldest and the roughest of the group. He liked to play mean tricks on Ahzrel at times, but she figured that teenagers were just like that sometimes. “If you do it, we’ll give you ten signes.”

Ahzrel’s eyes widened. “Ten? I’m not going to steal Danil’s necklace again for you…”

“Oh, no,” Mikael said. The others giggled. “We found an old cave.”

“A cave?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Mikael grinned. “They say a dragon lives in there…”

“If there was a dragon,” Ahzrel said, “Then our village would be on fire and we’d all be dead.”

“So, you think there’s no dragon?”

“Nope,” Ahzrel said. “The king killed ‘em all.”

“Except for one, apparently,” Jessa said. “But you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

Ahzrel turned bright red, crossing her arms as she shifted from foot to foot. “I just… I found her, that’s all! It’s not like I let it into the village or anything…”

Mikael coughed, interrupting. “Why don’t you go exploring and find out? Who knows? Maybe it’s that baby dragon, and you can make up for letting it go…”

“...That’s all?” She bit back a laugh. “Go to a cave?” That would be the easiest ten signes she’d ever make!

“Do we have a deal or no?”

“Deal,” Ahzrel said, sticking out her hand. Mikael  crossed his arms and eyed her.

“Good,” He said. “Be sure to come back tomorrow and tell us all about it.”

[sigil-stone]

tell us more about ahzrel!

hey. hey,,,,, i owe you my LIFE

first and foremost, she’s inspired by shadowy whisper’s dragon chronicles which you should all give a listen to if you like fantasy, adventure, and being adopted by dragons

so, when she was like,,, two, she ended up on the doorstep of a baker named jae! jae, who couldn’t have kids of her own, and cynric, her husband and captain of the guard in the village, took in the lil kiddo and raised her as best as they could. when she was ten, the tyranny of king luther was in full swing, and st midd -- the village she was raised in -- was suffering greatly for it. so, on a dare from the village kids and in hopes of sneaking away with some of the treasure, she made her way to a cave said to house a massive dragon...

the dragon, however, was not to pleased about the little intruder at first. only agreeing to not eat the child after she promised to help him get rid of a diamond that was stuck in his scales, he was surprised to find the child coming back -- about once a week at first, then nearly daily, until she was fifteen. then, king luther sent a dragon-blooded assassin to kill the last dragon to know the secret of his father’s first wife and child...

all in all, she’s a very optimistic, determined person! she loves adventuring and wants to do right by those around her. she cares incredibly deeply for king cronos and all those around her. she’s very... good, i guess? like in the “I Will Help Everyone I Can In Every Single Way Without Thinking About My Own Well-Being” way. after her ascension to the throne, she tended to bottle up her anger and sadness, before it erupted into brief but deep moments of depression, melancholy, and anxiety. she’s also traumatized by the winter’s war -- a war she had to fight when she was only sixteen -- and after the death of her mentor, which started the war in earnest, she can’t so much as hear a crow’s call without having an anxiety attack

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

Do you think the recent Midd pics are set up? I personally don’t think so cause Kate looked pissed, Michael is well Mike and clearly doesn’t give a shit about all this and James didn’t look to happy either

The Kate and Michael pics don’t look set up to me. The James pic maybe, but he looks pretty pissed in it, so I’m going to lean towards no.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-6662653/Winter-wonderland-James-Middleton-takes-beloved-dogs-stroll-West-London.html