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[maddie-grove]

What do you think are some legitimate things (trends, author problems, etc) to criticize about in romance novels?

So, romance novels can be offensive in all the ways that fiction in general can be offensive, but, if I had to pick one thing that's pervasive yet fairly specific to the genre, it's the rigidity of gender roles in m/f romance. The hero is more often than not physically bigger, older, richer, and (especially in historical romance) higher-class than the heroine, and, when he doesn't have the advantage in every category, the narrative frequently (a) makes him even more powerful in the areas where he does have the advantage (i.e., she may be more aristocratic but he's very, very rich and he's friends with aristocrats now and he's big and strong and blah blah blah) or (b) is super-self-conscious about the dude being less powerful in some ways (i.e., over-explaining why he's still worthy as a partner and/or isn't put off by the heroine being taller or older or richer). I think this is sometimes a trend that comes from the top (I remember Courtney Milan saying something about getting flak for not making a hero a duke back in the early 2010s, even though he was still a confident, good-looking gentleman with money) and sometimes one that comes from readers (there was a romance review blog that I lost patience with because the reviewer couldn't relate to tall heroines). Plus, when the heroine does have more power in some way, it's usually not by a lot; like, it would be totally unremarkable if the genders were reversed. I remember reading a romance novella anthology specifically about older women/younger men, and I think only one novella had an age gap of ten or more years. (In one novella he was literally a day younger.) Meanwhile, how many historical romance novels have a twenty-year-old heroine and a thirty-year-old hero and it's treated like nothing?

On the more meta side: I think it's generally bad when authors have to spend a lot of time doing self-promotion on social media. That means less time to actually write and sometimes more self-consciousness because the book is kind of being written for people the author knows online. That's not exclusive to romance, but it is a genre largely written and read by women, and I think that results in a lot of pressure to be Nice (which includes not giving a negative opinion about a book).

I'm not a fan of the move towards "rom-com" contemporary romance, but that's largely because that's not my thing inherently. However, I do feel like many authors simultaneously want the hijinks of a romantic comedy and a romance that would be Healthy in Real Life. Which isn't impossible, but it takes more finesse than they usually have.

[hamiltonaf]

A happy ending but one that he has to work at

Friends with Benefits | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Sexual theme

A/N: Hello my loves ! This was supposed to be posted over the weekend but got delayed because I didn’t know how to end this. This is the original request. I hope you guys enjoy !

Also, requests are open .xx

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

It’s match day, which calls for my routine meet up with Kylian - we meet for most of his matches and sometimes we don’t. I’m always the reason when we don’t meet on match days because I’m trying my best to avoid him, but I’m failing miserably. Don’t get me wrong, he’s beyond amazing but I broke our rule.

We’re friends with benefits - everyone knows how it goes and what’s the end result, but yet people still believe they’ll never catch feelings. It’s always one person, the deal turns sour and that’s the end of the relationship. I guess I’ll be the cause of that.

I never attended his matches because firstly I’m not his girlfriend and secondly, we both have to be as low-key as possible. Our meet ups usually go with me going over to his place, watch the match from there, no matter the result we have some fun when he gets back and either I’ll spend the night or leave as soon as I can.

Besides the fun of friends with benefits, we actually grew to be quite good friends I would say over the time of us meeting. We’d spend our time in bed talking about his matches or other personal things that he’d want to get off his chest and I would be his confidant. Likewise, I felt comfortable to share things in my life with him as well that I’d usually not tell just anyone. It just felt right in the moment and we’d both just forget the whole reason behind why we were in bed together in the first place.

Tonight it’s AC Milan vs PSG. I got dressed and just before leaving, I gave myself one last look in the mirror - tonight I need to confess.

I let myself into his house and got comfortable whilst watching the match, but of course that didn’t last long because I was already up on my feet yelling at the TV screen.

The time between post match and Kylian coming home felt so quick since I wasn’t paying attention to the time. I heard his footsteps and him attempting to unlock the door, I suddenly felt a shiver run through my spine and my hands had started to get clammy. I’m not ready.

“(Y/N)!” He called as he entered. “In the lounge” I answered. “I got here as soon I could. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. I missed you” he smiled as he approached me and pulled me by my waist against his chest. “Congrats on the win today!” I smiled as I placed my hands on his chest. “Thanks, well, you’re just what I needed after that” he grinned as he placed his finger under my chin and pulled me in for a kiss.

I couldn’t help but kiss him back. Our lips moved in sync and it started to get heated by the second as my arms wrapped around his neck whilst his hands trailed down my neck. He broke away from my lips as his kisses trailed down my neck. His hands were about to start unbuttoning my shirt until reality slapped me in the face. “Kylian. Wait” I said as I placed my hands on his. “What ! What’s wrong ? Did I do something ?” He asked concerned. “No no…I just uhm… I wanted us to talk about something first” I hesitantly said.

“Okay let’s talk” he said as we both sat next to each other on the couch. Time to cut to the chase. “This needs to stop.”

“Wait, what ? But why ? What did I do ?” “It’s not you. It’s me” I sighed and looked down at my fingers. “What do you mean ?” He asked “This has been going on for 3 months. It started off great and don’t get me wrong, it still is. However, we had an agreement that if one of us breaks the rule then we have to come clean about it. Unfortunately I can’t continue living a lie much longer. It hurts me every time just being nothing but a fling….I caught feelings, Kylian” my heart was racing uncontrollably.

He remained silent before taking a deep breath. “Look (Y/N) these last 3 months were amazing, but I’m sorry I can’t say the same about catching feelings. I’m not really interested in being in a relationship right now because I’m focused on football. I can’t get distracted right now” he carelessly said. I pressed my lips together in hopes that the emotional side of me will go away. “I know this changes everything, but I mean if you still want to be friends with benefits then I’m fine with that. If you don’t and want to walk out of this now, I won’t stop you” he said. I can’t believe him right now. I just felt like curling myself into a ball and crying my eyes out.

“Wow… I’m just a distraction huh ? I think I’m gonna just go” I cleared my throat as I stood up. “Wait (Y/N) I didn’t mean it like that, I mean I don’t have the time to be in a relationship right now. I just want to have fun” he said as he stood up. “Good to know that I don’t fit in the agenda” I faked a smile before walking over to grab my bag. “(Y/N) don’t be like that. We can move past this. Just stay” he grabbed a hold of my hand to stop me.

“I think this is for the best. I can’t continue living a lie and how long do we expect to keep this going ?” I said lastly before pulling my hand away from him. “(Y/N) let’s talk it out” he said as he followed me to the door. “Kylian. You’re already making this harder for me. Just stop. Let this all be in the past” I took a deep breath and paused. “Good luck on your career. I wish you nothing but the best” I said lastly before closing the door and leaving.

I didn’t even realise I was crying until a tear fell on the screen of my phone. I made it back home, thankfully, immediately dressed down and got myself some ice cream to eat my sorrows away whilst watching a sad movie.

Kylian tried calling numerous times and even sent me countless messages but I chose to ignore it. All good things come to an end, as fun as friends with benefits was…eventually one of us would have to pull out of that phase to get into a real relationship for our future. He may not be concerned about getting serious right now but I sure as hell am. It shatters me that he didn’t feel anything in these 3 months we’ve been together - it was just lust for him I guess. So all those late nights where we were being honest and confided in each other was just a waste…

It’s been a week since I last saw Kylian physically, it was hard not to see him when he’s all over my social media even though I unfollowed so many accounts. Besides that, he still attempted to call and message me numerous times apologising but I just left him on read.

(Y/F/N) had came over after ages, she was a mutual friend of both Kylian and I, all she knew was that we were somewhat seeing each other. We left out the part that we were in a situationship. She actually took notice of my absence in Kylian’s life because according to her, he changed in the past week. I wasn’t buying it, I just assumed she was siding with him. I told her that us seeing each other didn’t work because he didn’t have genuine feelings like I did.

My depression was apparently very much evident that her mood had switched to sympathising with me. She acted quick to change my mood, she thought the best remedy for my depression was to move on. I couldn’t agree more. She surprised me when she said that she could picture me dating a friend of hers named, Carlos, if not Kylian then he was apparently the first runner up. Upon hearing the name, I was already keen on moving on in hopes that maybe I’ll finally get a happy ending.

Later in the afternoon after (Y/F/N) left, there was a knock at the door. I answered it and was greeted by a delivery guy. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) ?” He asked. “Yes ? That’s me” I furrowed my brows. “These are for you” he said as he motioned to the massive bouquet of red roses that was placed beside him. “Oh wow” I said under my breath. “Yeah, you got yourself a lucky man. Have a good day !” He greeted me before he left. I was stood speechless at the door. The bouquet was so heavy, I struggled to even place it onto the counter top. My eyes searched for a card but I found absolutely nothing. Maybe it’s from Carlos after (Y/F/N) put in a word for me.

(Y/F/N) had suggested that Carlos, myself and her have a friendly dinner tonight to get to know each other a bit and so we both don’t feel uncomfortable just yet. I know (Y/F/N) is trying to help, but at the same time I don’t want to go on a date with this guy if he ends up being a bore or even worse, arrogant.

I had a shower, did my hair and makeup before slipping into my dress, and heels. I grabbed my bag and phone before leaving as my Uber arrived.

Luckily they were already there so I didn’t have to awkwardly wait alone. I mentioned (Y/F/N)’s name for the reservation and was escorted inside to where they were seated. “Hello !” I greeted enthusiastically. (Y/F/N) ran over to hug me first before breaking away and introducing Carlos. “Carlos, (Y/N). (Y/N), Carlos” she motioned. “You’re even more beautiful in person” he said as he kissed the back of my hand. “Oh.. well thank you” i felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “You’re welcome” (Y/F/N) said lowly to me.

As we all got seated, (Y/F/N) and Carlos were across me. I was just about to place my bag on the empty seat beside me until I heard that all too familiar voice. “Sorry I’m late.” You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Well finally” Carlos said as he then stood up to shake his hand. “Hey bestie” (Y/F/N) said as she stood up to greet him as well. His eyes were on me the entire time, not even breaking eye contact when he hugged (Y/F/N).

“Chérie” he said lowly enough for only me to hear. “Kylian” I said as I faked a smile and stood up to greet him. As petty as I wanted to be, I didn’t want Carlos to question the tension. Kylian took advantage of the situation as he placed his hand on my lower back and pulled me in for a hug before kissing my cheeks. How lovely, he’s sitting next to me.

Dinner was going well as Carlos opened up about himself and happened to ask me a lot of questions about myself, up until Kylian placed his hand on my thigh. My body froze and I felt goosebumps form on my skin. I placed my hand on top of his to swat his hand away, but of course a few seconds later he does the same thing again with his hand even higher up my thigh. When his fingers were close to my inner thigh, I quickly excused myself, “Would you guys excuse me” I smiled before abruptly standing up and walking towards the bathroom.

Before I could even get to the entrance of the bathroom, I was pulled by my arm and had my back against a corner wall. “What the-“ I said till I saw Kylian’s face. “Can you leave me alone and let me go ?” I said as I pulled my arm away from his. “You’re ignoring me for the past week and I wanted to talk to you” he said. “Well this is obviously not the place or the time, excuse me” I said as I tried to walk away. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back against the wall. I hate to admit that i have butterflies and it felt like my skin was burning when he touched me.

“What is it ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. “You look so beautiful, it’s distracting” he smirked. “Thank you ?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Just hear me out.. I know I was wrong and I’m so sorry for not even wanting to give us a try. Since you’ve been away, I felt so empty and it was so obvious that you were missing from my life, I didn’t realise how you completed me. I missed talking to you about literally anything, I missed having you by my side and waking up to your beautiful face. I need you (Y/N) because I love you” he said. I stood speechless. Someone pinch me. “Ow !” I rubbed my arm. “You said to pinch you” he shrugged. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

“So chérie, will you forgive me and give us a chance ?” He asked hopeful. “I need some time Kylian. This all happened so quickly. I have so many unanswered questions that-“ “Okay then ask me a question !” He said. “We’re wasting too much of time, they’re gonna get suspicious” I said as I started walking. “By the way did you like the roses ?” He asked. I stopped in my tracks, “That was you ?” I asked in shock. “Why are you surprised ?” He asked. “Well firstly you didn’t send a note and secondly, I assumed it was Carlos” I shrugged. He seemed to get annoyed by the mention of Carlos’ name as he walked ahead of me without another word. “Ky !” I called for him.

Luckily Carlos and (Y/F/N) didn’t question how long we were gone, I guess they were so caught up in their own conversation because they didn’t even notice Kylian and I when we were back. Kylian was distant for the rest of the evening and luckily dinner was cut short since Carlos had to go. Turns out (Y/F/N) was leaving with Carlos so that just leaves Kylian and I alone. “Are you coming over to my place ?” He asked. “For what ?” I raised a brow. “To talk things out and besides that..I have a surprise for you” he grinned. “You know I hate surprises” I rolled my eyes. “I’m aware that’s the only thing that could convince you to come with me” he said proud. “I really hate you” I shook my head as I followed him to the car.

Once we got to his place, it felt weird knowing that I was once coming here so often to not coming at all. “Okay close your eyes” he said when we were at the door. “But why ?” I asked. “You’re so stubborn, you’re ruining my surprise” he shook his head as he placed his hand over my eyes. He used his other hand to guide me into the house, I could envision where everything was with my eyes close. “Kylian, you’re scaring me” I said as I took small steps. “Almost there” he said lowly. “Okay..open now” he said. I blinked my eyes open to see the house decorated in candles and a trail of roses.

“Oh my gosh” I said lowly. “Do you like it ?” He asked. “Ky, I didn’t know you had this in you” I said in awe. “I’m offended that you don’t think I’m romantic” he shook his head. “I mean deep down I knew you were but I didn’t think that I’d get to see that side of you” I pouted. “Well, you surely got the romantic side of me. I’ve never done this for anyone and I wanted you to feel special, especially to make up for the past week. These are just small things, you deserve better chérie” he sighed. “I think I got exactly what I need right here” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him against his chest.

“I really love you. I never thought I could miss someone so much until you were gone. I deserved being left on read” he laughed. “You sure did.. I think I should’ve sent the roses back as well” I teased. “Okay now that would be pushing it, I would’ve been heart broken for the rest of my life” he pouted. “You would feel my pain” I smiled. “I already felt your pain when you already moved onto Carlos” he rolled his eyes. “You didn’t even give me a chance to move on. You crashed our friends date, you played with my mind by placing your hand on my thigh and calling me pet names when you normally call me-“ He cut me off by placing his lips on mine. “You’re talking too much” he said in between kisses as it got heated.

[lukolabrainrot]

Hey there, i’m so happy I found your tumblr, it’s been such a joy to read and a validation for my own theories and observations.

I wanted to ask about your thoughts on Italy. You mentioned multiple times that you’re an Italy truther and so am I, I always felt like something went down in Italy and it was pivotal. The way it started off with them clearly beefing and throwing shade at each other and by the end of it they came out better than before which I find interesting. Following Italy, we had the NY premier, which A showed up to and we have that video of N hugging her which looked very off fo me and then we had the infamous BRAZIL. I just really would love your thoughts on what you suspect happened from the start of Italy to Brazil specially that there was A appearance in the middle of all of that and how you think it may have impacted L/N’s behavior, conversations moving forward with the tour.

So I guess my question has 2 parts:

First, what the hell happened in Italy? lol

Second, your theories around A’s surprise appearance in NY between the Italy and Brazil and how that affected the dynamics between L/N/A.

Thank you!!

Hello thank you, and welcome!!!!

Italy

I shared some of my thoughts on that here. Basically, I think there was a significant emotional release between them after Milan, they had a major conversation addressing pent up deep feelings that they had been keeping from each other for a while, and then got on the same page emotionally. I also personally think that by Verona, they were physically acting on those feelings as well, which is why I think we saw such a positive shift in the nonverbal cues between them. This is also when we started getting the "boyfriend" pics of L, which I think was VERY significant. I think multiple things went down with them in private in Verona, and I think they acknowledged thier deep connection and had some major realizations that their romantic feelings for each other were reciprocated. Now, did A know about all this? I am almost certain that she did. Which might have resulted in what happened/the energy at the NYC premiere...

NYC Premiere

This premiere was VERY interesting to me. Here are my thoughts in relation to what was going on between L/N/A:

I think that a lot of the nervous energy that we saw from L (besides the fact that he just doesn't do that great with red carpets) came from the fact that he was very anxious about A getting out to the press, ESPECIALLY with everything that I believe went down between L/N in Italy. I have mentioned before but I believe there was some overlap between L/A, AND I believe that L did not want to come out as being in any type of relationship while he was on the tour. I do not believe this relationship with A was ever very serious for L, BUT I think A, as I have said, had had her sights set on riding his coattails and trying to get fame/attention from being in his orbit. And that hadn't quite panned out, so she was holding on for dear life because she saw an opportunity slipping away.

Therefore, I believe A surprised him at the premiere, and he was kind of flipping out for various reasons.

I am going to say this once, and I am very confident in this. N & A are NEVER going to be friends!! NOT. GOING. TO. HAPPEN. So personally, and this is just a theory, but I think that hug between them and getting it leaked to the internet was A sending a message to L and making it almost impossible for L to quietly untangle himself at that point. Because I think he was already starting to pull away.

I also always found it very interesting that NOTHING came out to the press about A being his girlfriend at the event when a TON of people saw her at the premiere. But then she was introduced officially ON THE DAY OF THE PART 2 PREMIERE 🤔 Like something just STINKS, and A is so messy and not subtle, that it isn't that difficult to see a lot of the roads lead back to her on all this...

I think it was also very telling that L went with N to the Chaos Dinner (which is totally not his normal scene). Yes, maybe it was for the exposure, but with the nature of the event, I think he went FOR N. And they were looking 🔥🔥🔥

So I feel overall that by NYC, L/N were seriously thinking about moving forward with a romantic relationship sometime after the tour ended, A was STARTING her spiral, showed up to make a statement (I truly don't think he had anticipated her showing up or wanted her there tbh), L had to appease her the rest of the trip in NYC + he probably felt kind of guilty about how everything went down, and L/N kind of had to keep a lot of things (their energy with each other) on the DL because A was at the event.

We also have to remember that this event was literally RIGHT after Italy, so I am SURE emotions were high and L/N were dealing with a lot of complex things BTS.

And then I believe all of these heightened emotions between L/N came to a climax (no pun intended 😂) when they got to Brazil, and A went into FULL freak out mode (which I talked about here), but L/N were getting closer and closer, which is how we got what we did for the rest of the tour (which I have talked about in my timeline theories).

[blackswaneuroparedux]

If Caravaggio were alive today today, he would have loved the cinema; his paintings take a cinematic approach. We filmmakers became aware of his work in the late 1960s and early 1970s, and he certainly was an influence on us. The best part for us was that in many cases he painted religious subject-matter but the models were obviously people from the streets; he had prostitutes playing saints. There’s something in Caravaggio that shows a real street knowledge of the sinner; his sacred paintings are profane.

Martin Scorsese on Caravaggio

Michelangelo Merisi, known to most of us as “Caravaggio,” was born on September 29, 1571 in Milan, Italy, to parents who were from the small town of Caravaggio. In the span of his 38 years long life he revolutionised painting with innovations like a unique use of chiaroscuro - with dark shadows contrasting with dramatic areas of light - and a deep sense of realism that later inspired the Baroque movement. But most of all, he developed such an iconic style that most of us can probably look at a painting and know if it’s a Caravaggio, or Caravaggio-inspired. 

Merisi spent the first few years of his life in Milan, studying painting, and later moved to Rome, where his early talent impressed Cardinal Del Monte, who introduced the young painter to other high-profile Catholic figures who became commissioners of some of Caravaggio’s best work. It seemed there was no end to the artist’s creative genius. Caravaggio, much to his patron’s delight, would pump out one masterpiece after another. It seemed the more out of control his personal life became (cheating, brawling and murder were standard fare), the more his art would become more refined, more potent.

In the long list of masterpieces he left behind, both secular and religious works stand out. But it is perhaps in his religious works that the artistic transition of the master is more evident. Caravaggio is, in fact, known to have changed his style after harsh personal life experiences led him to reassess his outlook on life.

In May of 1606 Caravaggio took part in a deadly brawl in Rome and was charged with murder. He fled to Malta, in search of asylum from the Order of Saint John, a Catholic order dedicated to helping the sick and the poor. The order commissioned some of the most important late life works of the Milanese artist.

It is in these works that we notice the shift in Caravaggio’s art, from a strong focus on aesthetics to an interest in the spirituality of his subjects, which critics believe was motivated by his own introspection.

On the streets surrounding the churches and palaces, brawls and sword fights were regular occurrences. In the course of this desperate life Caravaggio created the most dramatic paintings of his age, using ordinary men and women - often prostitutes and the very poor - to model for his depictions of classic religious scenes.

By representing biblical characters in a naturalistic fashion, typically through signs of aging and poverty, Caravaggio's populist modernisation of religious parables were little short of trailblazing. Although not without his critics within the church, by effectively humanising the divine, Caravaggio made Christianity more relevant to the ordinary viewer.

For some, though, his art was too real. Bare shoulders, plunging necklines, severed heads; this raw humanity didn’t always fly in 17th century Rome. As a result, many of his pieces were rejected as altar pieces and as church hangings. One such piece, the Madonna of Loretto (now hanging in a church in Rome) was widely criticised upon its unveiling. The people of the day were shocked to behold the Mother of God leaning nonchalantly against a wall in her bare feet while holding baby Jesus in her arms.

It is ironic that the very art that today we consider “classical” and “iconic��� to the Catholic faith was considered questionable and perhaps void of modesty and virtue. Yet, the fact remains that no individual artist has made such a lasting impression on the world of modern art. Truly, many have called Caravaggio the “first modern artist”. It is no surprise, then, that his style has sparked both widespread admiration and imitation throughout the centuries.

Before Pope John Paul II refined a theology of the body beautiful, Caravaggio's paintings suggested a reverence for the inherent beauty of human form.

Troubled though he may have been, his art speaks eloquently of the dignity of the mundane. Though the original medium may be weathered and cracked, the message of beauty still echoes down the centuries. And this same beauty still fuels, escapes and reduces artists to relentless seekers as surely and as forcefully as it did in Caravaggio's life.

[pinkpogiclub]

comprehensive list of my favorite cycling moments in no particular order

the Mont Ventoux incident: twelfth stage of the 2016 tour de france. Sir Chris Froome is comfortbaly leading both the stage and the GC, wearing the maillot jaune. Less than 1k to go and the unthinkable happens: too many people are standing on the road and one of the motorbikes at the front suddenly brakes, resulting in one insane shot of Richie Porte face-planting against the camera. The result? Both Bauke Mollema and Chris Froome crash (no injuries for them, luckily) and Chris Froome's bike BREAKS. PANIC. It's very important to note that at this point team cars are stuck behind and are unable to reach him (both because of the narrow street and the absolutely staggerig amount of people there). So what does Chris Froome do? He starts running marathon style, ready to defend his advantage on the other GC guys tooth and nail. In the end he did keep his lead (after a bike swap from hell and twenty minutes under an amount of stress that could have killed a horse) but BOY was it an Experience to watch live.

the tiny couch of Milano-Sanremo 2023: otheriwise known as the one bed trope cycling adaptation and, in my opinion, a mandatory addition to every post-race waiting room. Not a single person on this couch wanted to be there apart from pippo, who was doing a very bad job at hiding his amusement. Look at this, incredible.

Lorenzo Fortunato's win and Alberto Contador's consequent metal breakdown: overall an incredibly wholesome moment from the 2021 Giro D'Italia. Lorenzo Fortunato (then 25 years old, relatively new and upcoming rider) attacks on the Zoncolan, one of the most famous and gruelling climbs of the Giro: everybody’s rooting for the kid, who then goes on to win the stage all by himself, reaching the top through apocalyptic weather. Admirable, right? Well, while all this was unfolding, Alberto Contador (who was at the time Eolo-Kometa's team manager) was live on Insta pacing around and having an absolute Moment on camera, literally hyperventilating and crying, begging everything and everyone for his protegé to win. He then went on to promise to ride from Pinto (his hometown) to Milan as a celebration. Iconic.

Sepp Kuss' Vuelta victory: AKA the birth of a legend and of my personal GC Kuss agenda. Vuelta de España, 2023: domestique extraoirdinaire Sepp Kuss wins his first stage and he's VERY elated about it (as we all are, tbh), smiling and high-fiving people even before crossing the finish line. On the podium he truly becomes man of the people by chugging down half a bottle of champagne without batting an eye: man of the people right there. By this point no one is really thinking anything of it, we’re all just vibing, happy for a rider who is partecipating in his THIRD CONSECUTIVE Grand Tour of the year. But THEN. It slowly starts becoming clearer and clearer that Jumbo-Visma (rip) has not one, not two, but THREE (3) possible final GC contenders, which is alone a very bonkers concept. In the end Sepp manages to keep the lead despite what looks like a messy (?) situation management from Jumbo-Visma and a stage finish on Angliru where the Jumbo-Vismen seem to be riding all for themselves, sprinting away from Sepp. All in all a display of incredible strenght by both the team (winner of ALL three Grand Tours with THREE DIFFERENT riders. INSANE) and Sepp himself.

Last time trial stage of the 2020 Tour de France: I could easily write a PHD thesis about this day alone. NOTHING encapsulates the drama of sports quite like this particular moment. In one already very odd Tour de France, ridden in mid-September due to Covid restrictions, Primož Roglic absolutely DOMINATES the GC from the very beginning: his team is strong and he keeps the yellow jersey up until the end, to the point where nobody really expects anything major to happen. Cue Tadej Pogačar (called by the italian commentators "il ragazzino terribile" aka "the terrible boy"), fellow countryman of Primož: he’s won a couple of stages and he's shown his worth, finding himself in a very honorable second place in the GC with a 57'' gap from the leader. Which could mean nothing. SO. Here comes the final TT, the very last chance for riders to try and make up some time before Paris: Primož is an excellent TT rider and he's got enough time over Tadej, which should grant him a comfortable victory or, at least, not too much lost time, right? WRONG. OH BOY. Tragedy unfolds as soon as Tadej starts his race and makes it clear that he's out for BLOOD: he clearly doesn't care about second place, he wants the yellow!!!!!! And so we're stuck at home, watching silently as this KID slowly makes up time, second by painful second, all while Primož is having the mother of all shit days on the bike, struggling so much that it becomes harder and harder for him to maintain his hard-earned lead. Tadej goes on to win the stage (surpassing Tom Dumoulin and Wout van Aert, who had both ridden an incredible TT) and, more importantly, his fist Tour at just 21 years old. I still get chills thinking about it. Fun fact: in Paris, Tadej wil also wear both the white and the polka-dot jersey. Totally normal behaviour.

Giulio Ciccone and his close call with excommunication: Tirreno-Adriatico 2023. Giulio is giving out an interview to a fellow italian journalist after the stage, when suddenly one team car speeds up behind him and very narrowly misses him, almost clipping his bike in the process. The result is Giulio breathing life into the infamous "porca mado.....nza", which is a revised version of an extremely NASTY type of blasphemy against the virgin mary. Iconic in its own way, threatened to take down catholicism as a whole in one clean swoop. 10/10.

Geraint Thomas' leadout for Mark Cavendish: last stage of the 2023 Giro d'Italia, Geraint Thomas has made peace with the fact that he’s lost his chance at winning La maglia Rosa. The peloton is steadily approaching the finish line and sprinters are getting ready to give it all for the win: suddenly, we see Geraint Thomas putting himself right in front of the leading group, effectively becoming Mark Cavendish's leadout man, guiding him to a beautiful final win in Rome (mind you, this was supposed to be Mark's last year before retirement). They're not teammates, so Geraint Thomas had no reason to do it except for the fact that he's known Mark for the better part of twenty years and he wanted to help him: INSANE narratives, we all cried at the sight of the two old men embracing eachother like little kids. SIGH

2023 Road-Race World Championship. This place has everything: rainy weather, beautiful landscapes, highland cows, Mathieu van der Poel taking a dump in a newly renovated house, childhood rivals standing together on a podium, Pogi in neon green. Also known as the day Mathieu van der Poel went from Good Rider to Insane Supernatural Being: from attacking with 20k to go in what probably was the hardest course ever designed in a Road Race World Championship ever, falling down while all the team cars were unreachable, tearing off a piece of his own fucked up shoe because it was bothering him, to winning while sopping wet and crying. INSANE. Bonus: this absurd newspaper front page that I wish I had framed in my living room.

[rainbowsky]

Back when I had my Anon inbox open I used to get a lot of hate from people who couldn't understand why I hate XFX so much. This post is for you.

This is a fan repo from one of the more prominent C-turtles who was at the events in Milan. This is a machine translation so some things might not be entirely accurate, but hopefully you can get the overall message.

Someone asked me why they saw yellow balloons at the show at the beginning, but then there were no more? Below, there are many words:

Before departure, our Three Kingdoms Turtles jointly prepared hundreds of tri-color balloons. Colorful balloons are very suitable for all festivals and ceremonies, and they are our CPF representative colors. People in the fashion industry are happy and supportive when they see them, and Zhan Zhan sees them. Turtles are here.

It was raining heavily in Milan that day, so we arrived at the scene at 5:30 and stood in the second row. We abide by the order and know that there are solo fans in front of us. In order not to offend each other, we even chat as quietly as possible.

At almost 8:30, we started to blow up yellow balloons. At that time, we heard the commotion from the surrounding solo fans. After all, it was in front of an international show. In order to live in peace, we temporarily decided to only blow up yellow balloons (because we were also verbally attacked and attacked by solo fans last year when we were supporting Milan, due to threats, the final agreement was that we put down a few green balloons and they wouldn’t use banners to block our view).

As a result, not long after our yellow balloons were lifted up, a solo fan kept pricking our balloons with the tip of the umbrella. We kept hiding, but we couldn't resist the solo fan who kept pricking the balloons like crazy. After the bang, those fans cheered: "Yeah! Well done! One more! One more! One more!"

We loudly warned them in English: "Be careful with your words and deeds. This is a show, not a place for you to make trouble!"

They started to completely block our view with umbrellas and said, "Then you won't even get to see him." There was a passerby fan behind us who couldn't help but scolded: "Why are you guys so domineering? We can't even watch other celebrities if we want to?! It's so ruining the popularity of passersby!" (We turned around and asked her, and she is really a passerby fan, she dropped by to join in the fun to see all the celebrities).

But no matter how she yelled or scolded, the shrimps in the first row refused to listen and looked back, holding up the umbrellas resolutely. And every time a reporter came to take photos of fans, those solo fans would stand on small stools, elongate their bodies, and use balloons to try to cover us. Later, other passerby fans/ihan fans/thai fans started scolding: "You guys are ruining the popularity of passersby!"

The last "solo fan representative" finally turned around and said to us: "Put down the balloons and we will let you see him, otherwise you will not be able to see him today."

We flew to Milan from all over Europe and stood in the heavy rain for 4 hours. No matter how warm we were, we still got wet. If we really couldn't see him, it would be so regretful and painful. Who knows when we put away the balloons, how aggrieved I felt at that moment!

Several passerby fans/ihan fans/thai fans around me said angrily: "Just tear off and break the umbrellas!" We said that this is an international show after all, and we don't want to fight here, or to escalate the conflict. Solo fans don't care about the reputation of their idol, but we can't be like solo fans and ignore it. After all, we sincerely hope everything goes well for Zhanzhan!

It was almost noon when we arrived at the Gucci show, and it was already bright. Moreover, many celebrities from the fashion industry had gathered at the venue early. We really didn’t want to cause any trouble to the host on this occasion, so we simply gave up the balloons.

Originally, I didn’t want to mention this offline conflict again online, until today I heard a turtle say that there were solo fans showing off outside the Gucci show: “I brought a pin to prick the CPF balloons today, and it really worked, hahahaha.” . . . . .

We went to the show to see our idol and to support him in everything he did! But the purpose of solo fans going to the scene was to attack?!

Love and dislike are really obvious. People who love understand structure, tolerance and coexistence; people who don't love will always only see violence, jealousy and harm in their eyes.

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1942 10 24 Daylight over Milan - Graham Turner

After attacks on Genoa on 22/23 and 23/24 October, which were designed to coincide with Montgomery's El Alamein offensive, Harris at the morning conference at HQ Bomber Command on 24 October decided to switch targets to Milan. Unlike Genoa, with its ports and shipyards, or Turin, with its war industries, the attack on Milan - the political and commercial centre of northern Italy - was for morale purposes and the effect on the civilian population. As a result, this attack was unusual in not being one single night raid. Instead, Harris chose to split the attack: 5 Group's Lancasters by day - perhaps to highlight British air superiority over a major Italian city - and the other Groups' 'heavies' at night. This battle scene features the daylight attack, which saw 88 Lancasters take off to bomb the aiming point of 'Milan "A"' - the city centre - though this caused controversy afterwards when it became public that the Duomo had been the aiming point . Seventy-four aircraft dropped 51.8 tons of HE bombs and 81.5 tons of incendiaries on Milan. As cloud over Milan was down to 3,000 ft, and since the bombs dropped included a good number of 4,000-pounders, release from below this height was in some cases avoided so a number of Lancasters stayed above the cloud, bombing at between 8,000 ft and 12,000 ft. A number went below the cloud and down to 2,000ft to identify the aiming point, however, and this is depicted in this battle scene. One Lancaster even got down to 50ft, where, the Italian authorities claimed, it strafed buildings and machine-gunned people in the streets; indeed, the Lancaster of Wg Cdr J. M. Southwell, 9 Squadron's CO, admitted later to having 'used 7,000 rounds machine-gunning two trains on the Milan-Novara railway and strafing what he said was Novara'. Nonetheless, photographic evidence - taken both during the bombing and later on by a reconnaissance aircraft - revealed that a large amount of damage was inflicted - mainly by fire - on industrial premises all over Milan, and the railway lines to Bologna,Genoa and Venice and along the St Gothard route had been severed. The main railway station had been particularly damaged, as were areas around the Porto Novara Station and the Parco Solari and many industrial premises, such asthe GEC Engineering Works, Municipal Tramways and the Caproni aircraft factory. Mussolini publically admitted damage to nearly 2,500 houses, with 450 completely demolished. For the British, the losses were three Lancasters(3.4 per cent), one having crashed over Milan and two others shot down by Luftwaffe night-fighters around Caen in France. These were light considering this had been a risky long-distance run in daylight across Axis-dominated Europe.Damage to aircraft was another matter, however. Several bombers had been damaged either by flak over Milan or enroute, by colliding with a seagull over the target, by a Macchi C.202 Folgore, by hitting high-tension electric cables,or by crash-landing at an emergency airfield in Sussex. A total of ten aircraft (11.45 per cent) were damaged, half ofthem seriously. While the day raiders were landing at their bases in England, another force of 71 aircraft, comprising the Stirlings,Halifaxes and Wellingtons from the PFF, 1, 3 and 4 Groups, was already over Milan. Although thick cloud covered the target, they could see the glow of the fires started by the Lancasters five hours earlier, and proceeded to bomb those. Further destruction to Milan, although not extensive, was caused

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In The Moonlight

Part 1 of 3. Check here for more details.

Can we go where no one else goes? Can I know what no one else knows? Can we fall in love in the moonlight?

An evening in Milan. Another city that you were dragged along to by your parents. Being expats meant that they had to move around a lot for work. It also meant you were well off, but all you really wanted was to settle down. To have a real home.

You were in Italy for the week for vacation, but you'd return to Korea in a few days, where you'd continue to spend who knows how many years having to make new friends and learn another new language. It was tiring. Forming connections with people only for them to be broken in a few years. Adapting to a new culture only to move again when you were finally getting comfortable.

You also never had lasting relationships as a result. And at this point you were afraid of even trying. But the thought of not having to be alone in hotel rooms anymore always kept you hoping for something. Hoping for a real home. A home in somebody special. Though that was probably always going to be just a dream.

An evening in Milan. Another night with your thoughts running wild. You were out on your balcony watching the lights of the metropolis drown out the stars that you'd much rather see. Only the moon survived. Its light beautiful and comforting.

Then you hear a voice interrupt the drone of the city. It was bright and warm. Sweet. How velvet would sound if you could hear it. It was coming from the room next to yours, through the open balcony door. She seemed to be talking to herself, though you figured it was probably to a phone or camera. You recognized Korean but also English with an Australian accent. An interesting mix, you thought.

"And then there's also a really nice balcony!"

You quickly retreat just beyond sight as she walks out, staying within earshot to still be able to listen to her voice. She reverts back to Korean and, though you'd just started learning, you gathered that she wanted to take some pictures but wasn't very pleased with her skills. The ensuing silence hinted that she was taking the photos now and you couldn't help but sneak a peek.

And there she was. The prettiest girl you'd ever seen to match the prettiest voice you'd ever heard. But with her short stature and her hair in a bun you also found her incredibly adorable. Then you notice what she was wearing. All white and all Gucci. Even for you that was a lot, you admitted. She must have been a model for them, attending the fashion show that week.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice you'd walked out onto your own balcony to get a better glimpse of her. She waves at you and says a quick, "Hi!" before heading back inside. You wave back but she was already gone. Blushing and covering your face with your hands in embarrassment, you chide yourself for staring.

You hear her say, "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!" from inside. You stay out on your own balcony for a while, hoping that she'd come back out again eventually, so you could apologize in case you made her uncomfortable. Not hearing anything for a while, you look back at the moonlight and resign yourself to your thoughts again. But right as you're about to head back she reappears.

"Hey! I'm sorry if I was a little loud. I was just filming a vlog."

"Hey, yeah! No problem at all! Sorry for staring. If I was. I can't be sure because I was lost in thought. I was just so, um, curious? About your accent," you half lie. "You were speaking Korean, right? But also..."

"Oh, no worries! And, yeah, it's complicated," she chuckles. "I'm from Australia but I work in Korea and now I'm here for a few days for the Gucci fashion show."

"I can see that," you say, laughing. She laughs, too, and it sounds just as sweet as her voice.

"What about you? What's your business here on this fine evening?" she asks in a mocking tone, keeping up the humorous atmosphere.

"It's complicated," you reply, copying her.

"Care to explain?" she asks with a smile.

"Well, how long do you have?"

"I have all night," she jokes, but something about her eyes tells you she's half serious.

"Ok, give me a few. I'll be right back."

You rush back into your room with the most absurd plan in your head and you called yourself stupid for even considering it. But there was just something about her. A connection. You wondered if she felt it, too. You spent the whole night cursing the universe for how it always ripped your connections apart. But the way she shone in the moonlight made you want to make a new one. It made you reckless. You wanted to get to know her. You were both away from home, on trips that would only last a few days. This would likely be the only time you'd ever see her. So why not do something dumb? What did you have to lose? It was now or never.

You put on your coat and shoes, left your room, and knocked on the door to hers. She opens the door slowly, peeking out from the small gap in the door frame.

"Hey! It's me. I was just wondering if you wanted to... um... go for a walk with me? I know it sounds stupid but I just felt something. Some kind of connection? It might just be me being silly. But I wanted to keep talking with you. This might be the only time we see each other, so I just thought..."

"Hmm, if my manager catches me... or if I'm recognized out there..."

It doesn't seem like she wants to go. But her door is still open.

"And I'm super shy..."

"Oh, yeah, that's completely understandable! It was a ridiculous question anyway. And it's getting late. What was I thinking?" You chuckle nervously, rushing your words. "I-I'm just gonna go..."

"But wait a minute! I wanna go," she says, eyes shifting, not knowing where to look. "I'll go with you."

Her reply freezes you in place. Stunned at her statement, barely believing what you just heard, you stammer, "A-Are you sure?"

"Yeah! Why not? Let's do this."

"Wow, I..."

"Let me just change into a different coat. Something less... um... conspicuous." She laughs and says, "I'll be right back!" then lets the door close behind her.

It was the second time you'd heard her laugh that night and you catch yourself falling for it. Thankfully the door just closed, because you were smiling like an idiot. Smiling because you were sure you'd just met an angel and because she was really coming with you. None of it made sense. But you figured that angels only came to you in dreams anyway.

She comes back out in a blue plaid coat and her hair down. More subdued but just as beautiful. She smiles at you but quickly looks away when your eyes meet. She was indeed super shy. But so were you.

"Let's go! Did you have somewhere to go in mind?"

"The Milan Cathedral is not far from here. Wanna go see it?"

"That sounds lovely!" she affirms, walking by your side.

Now alone in the elevator with her, mirrors on all sides, it was hard not to look at each other. You both fidget nervously but end up making eye contact again. This time you hold it for a bit longer and in the awkward silence you see that she's thinking the same thing. This was happening. You were committed now. In some strange way you were inseparable for the night.

Out on the street you lead the way to the cathedral, while she leads the conversation.

"So! You were going to explain yourself. What are you doing here? Did you keep it to yourself all this time cuz you're trying to kidnap me or something?" She was kidding but you realize that it could be a genuine concern.

"No, no! Of course not! I'm here with family. Just a short vacation."

"So they were with you in the room? Oh my gosh, did they hear me vlogging?"

"Nah, don't worry. They have a separate room. And what would be so bad about them hearing you? You have a really nice voice."

"Aw, thank you! That's really sweet of you."

"I bet you could be a singer."

She laughs to herself. "Yeah, that would be something." After a pause she backtracks. "Wait, so you have a room all to yourself? At that hotel?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You must be..."

"Rich?"

She laughs again. "Yeah. Are you? You must be."

"Well, my parents are. I'm just the fortunate kid who gets unfortunately dragged around wherever they go."

"Why unfortunate? Isn't it nice to see so many different places? Even I don't get to travel that much except for work."

"Well, that's just it. They travel for work most of the time. That means we're constantly moving and I have to adapt to living in different countries all the time."

"That doesn't sound so bad. Experiencing new cultures is always nice!"

"Oh, yeah! Don't get me wrong. It is nice. But then we move when I start to enjoy and get comfortable. When I start making really good friends at school. Then I end up missing so many people or even losing touch with them. It's just a little hard. I mean, I do realize that I am very fortunate. Just not with people I guess."

Awkward silence again as you wait for the traffic light. She doesn't quite know how to answer you, so she asks a new question instead.

"You ever realize how every person you pass by is living their own, very real life? But we pass by so many, maybe make eye contact, and never see them ever again."

"Yeah, definitely. There's a word for that. It's called 'sonder'."

"That's a word?"

"Mmhmm. In the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. I'll read the definition to you."

You take out your phone and look it up, somehow proud that you were teaching her something new.

"It's 'the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.'"

"Wow."

"After all that 'wow' is the only thing you can say?"

She laughs yet again. She could only do that so many more times before your heart melted completely.

"I mean what can you say to that, really? Don't act like you had more to say than 'wow' when you first read that. It's just so real."

"Fair enough. But yeah I think about that all the time. All the very real people you could possibly have amazing connections with but you'll just never know what could have been. You'll never get to know them."

"Yeah..."

"So I'm glad I didn't just leave you as that girl vlogging on her balcony. I'm happy you're here with me now."

As the cathedral heaves into view she looks at you and smiles, blushing slightly.

"Me, too."

For a few minutes you stay silent as you find a place to sit and appreciate the majestic monument that stood before you. You settle for a seat around one of the lampposts.

"So tell me! How did you end up in Korea?"

"Oh, I auditioned for a girl group and then..."

"Wait, so you are a singer! I knew it!"

"Yup! I'm just here as an ambassador for Gucci."

"Sorry, I'm new to all the kpop stuff so I probably wouldn't know your group. Or any group for that matter."

"No big deal! We're called NewJeans. I'll play some of our music for you later if you want."

"I'd love that! I actually just moved to Korea, so I'll probably learn a whole lot more about all that soon."

"Oh, really? Why didn't you tell me earlier? That's so cool! What a nice coincidence. Two non-Koreans living in Korea happen to meet in Italy for a night."

Her statement got you thinking. After pondering it for a while you say, "We're here in front of this huge cathedral, so I might as well ask. Do you believe in a higher power?"

"Mmm, I'm not sure."

"Sorry, that may have been too personal."

"No, that's alright. I do think the universe has a way of bringing people together. The right people at the right time. Like how I met my members. And I'm sure you feel that it can take away those people just as easily. But I'd like to think that even if that happens, they'll always stay with you if you really had a connection. They'll always be a part of you. So don't be sad that it's over, be happy that it happened. Or something like that. That's a Dr. Seuss quote, right?"

"Yeah. 'Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.'" And indeed you smile at that thought. "You're right. I'll smile because the universe brought you to me tonight. And even if we might not see each other after tonight, I'll be glad that you happened."

She laughs softly. "Are you always this cheesy?"

"Sorry. I just really liked what you said. Got carried away."

After a few moments of silence she says, "This feels like a dream. Like this shouldn't be happening, but here I am with you, a stranger, yet it feels right. It feels like this time is just ours. Like tonight is whatever we make it and the rest of the world doesn't matter."

"Yeah, I feel that, too." You pause for a few breaths. "It's just sad that tonight will eventually come to an end. We'll eventually wake up from this dream."

"But doesn't that give it more meaning? Knowing that things eventually end is what makes life meaningful, I think. Like, if we were sure we'd meet back in Korea in a few days, would you even have asked me to walk with you?"

"I guess you're right. I probably would've taken it for granted. So again I'll just smile that we have this time together. No matter what happens afterwards."

"And I'll smile that I took a chance with you."

"Let's just make the most of tonight then. Make this our dream together."

"Let's do it."

You spend what feels like hours watching the crowds come and go in front of the cathedral. She shared her music and you shared yours. As the winter night deepened, the wind grew more chilly, but somehow you didn't feel it. Her company was more than enough to keep you warm.

"I love this song! What's it called?"

"Hype Boy! It's really nice, isn't it? We actually have a meme, where if someone asks you a question, you just answer 'NewJeans Hype Boy'."

"So, like, if I ask you, 'Are you feeling cold right now?'"

"NewJeans Hype Boy."

You chuckle. "Gotcha. I see how that could be funny."

Suddenly she lets out a gasp. "Look! The lady over there is selling roses!"

"Wow. This late?"

"I'll buy you one. Hold on."

"I... Wait!" But before you can stop her she's already gone. And as you watch her run excitedly you knew you were falling for her. It was a simple gesture but there was something about her that made it feel like she was buying you the whole world. You see her point towards you as she makes the purchase before running back just as excitedly as she had left.

"She told me you looked like a star in the night and that you deserved more than one. So I bought you a bunch," she says shyly.

"Wow, I... Thank you!" To say that you were overwhelmed would be an understatement.

"And I agree with her. You do seem like a star somehow. Which is why, to answer your question earlier, I'm not cold."

"Me? What about you? You're a whole galaxy!"

Even in the dim light you see her blushing. "Really?"

"Really," you say with a reassuring smile. "Thank you again for these. I love them."

"Sure!"

Then there's silence again for a while.

"I mean, technically we both are stars. Or at least made of stars. Stardust. With their dying breaths old stars explode and release all the elements needed for life into the universe. I've always found comfort in that thought. That's why I like to look up at the stars."

"Is that why you were out on the balcony?"

"Yeah. Until a different star caught my eye."

"Oh, please!"

You giggle at the way you make her shy.

"Now that I think about it, it's similar to what you said earlier. Even when things end, good things can come of them. Just think: there was a star billions of years ago that exploded and its remains eventually coalesced and formed the earth. And then us. And now we're here together."

"That's beautiful."

Quiet returns as you both sit on those thoughts. After a while longer of watching the tourists snap their last pictures for the night and snickering at the locals who scoffed at them, she breaks the silence.

"I love the way the people dissolve into the background. Against the canvas of the city. You know how when you watch a time lapse the environment stays still while everything else moves like a blur. It's like the environment is more resilient to the passage of time."

"I guess that's just how human life is. Sort of quick and transitory. And I think I can relate to that even more. I feel like my life has just been a bunch of snapshots. Blurring together all the places I've been. All the people I've lost..."

She turns to you with a saddened expression.

"But after tonight, after this time with you, I know to make the most of it."

Her frown turns into a smile. "Yeah. It's not so bad that tonight is our only night. Even if it's just a fleeting moment in our lives. I'm so glad to have met you."

"Me, too. Let's just treasure the blurriness and awkwardness of life."

She nods in response and eventually looks back at the cathedral.

"Hey, you don't even know my name, do you?"

"What if we just don't share our names? We said we'd keep tonight like a dream after all."

"I like that."

You exchange smiles but behind them there was something more. You'd exchanged something deeper. A night together. A connection. A communication between the deepest parts of your souls.

"You wanna head back? We should probably get some sleep. I have a plane to catch tomorrow."

"Oh, you're leaving tomorrow?" A hint of sadness in her voice.

"Yeah."

"Sounds good," she replies. "Let's go."

On the way back to the hotel only a few words are shared between the two of you. But that was ok. There was a certain comfort in the silence. A certain comfort in the fact that although you didn't get to know each other's names, favorite colors or food, or what you liked to do on the weekends, you did get to know each other's hearts.

As you approach the door of her hotel room you feel a weight start to build in your chest. Was this really it? You answer yourself out loud.

"I guess this is it."

"Yeah, I guess so," she says as she opens the door and steps through. She turns back around with a smile that came from her heart. "Thank you for tonight. It was amazing."

"And thank you! You helped me change my perspective on a lot of things and for that I'll always be grateful. Tonight was so special."

She already has her hand on the doorknob but she can't bring herself to close the door. Her eyes dart from the floor, to you, then back to the floor. Finally, she makes eye contact with you and you see something like longing in her gaze.

"You wanna... come in? Stay with me for a while?"

You chide yourself for even entertaining the thought. This wasn't right. How could it be? You'd just met. But you also agreed that tonight would be a dream. A dream you both shared and made together. You weren't going to back down now. All you had was tonight.

"NewJeans Hype Boy," you say with a grin.

She had to cover her mouth to muffle her laughter in case she woke up the whole hallway. "Nice one. I thought we were having a moment there and you pull that one on me. But is that a 'yes'?"

"Of course. I'd love to stay."

For the first time that night she takes your hand and pulls you through the doorway.

You spend the time together on her balcony, talking about anything and everything, continuing to listen to each other's music, looking up at the moon. And with her in the moonlight you thought you felt something like love.

But there was that inevitability. Eventually you had to go.

As you stood at the doorway, preparing to leave, it was you this time who couldn't close the door. You couldn't let her go. Not after tonight.

"Hey, I... I don't want to do this. I know we said we'd keep tonight special, like a dream, but I don't want to lie to myself. I don't wanna lie to you. I can't do this. This can't be the last time. Can we..."

"Meet again?" She holds your hand gently and looks up at you.

You nod in response.

"I was hoping you'd say that. I don't think I could've let you go, either."

Then, to your surprise, she pulls you back in through the door and wraps her arms around you. An embrace so warm, not just because of her coat, but because she wanted you to stay. And from then on your lives were inextricably linked.

"Here's my phone. Give me yours."

As she enters her number you try to catch her name but she quickly moves your phone out of sight.

"Let's stick to the deal. We're strangers for tonight. Don't look until tomorrow, ok?"

You can only smile and nod at her proposition. Whether she was aware of it or not, she had done everything right that night to make you fall for her.

"I'll be quite busy tomorrow and I know you'll be on a plane, but text me when you can."

"I will. Thank you again for tonight. It meant everything to me."

"No, thank you! You made tonight unforgettable." And there goes her smile again. Tugging at your heartstrings.

You open the door for the last time and step out of her room.

"Good night."

"Good night! Sweet dreams!"

Back in your own room you knew you had no need for sweet dreams. She was the sweetest dream you could possibly have had that night. You fall asleep knowing you had fallen for her completely.

And when you wake up the next morning you knew that she wasn't just a dream. She was real. As real as the roses beside your bed. Because her number was in your phone. And her name was Hanni.