#please for the love of god wear proper footwear

[best-chaotic-neutral]

I’m running for president, ask me a question about my policies and positions on certain issues and I will answer them with complete honesty

Best-Chaotic-Neutral for president 2024: America Needs a Daddy

[best-chaotic-neutral]

That definitely sounds like something pre-reaping Joseph would’ve done. He would probably spin it like “I bike because it is God’s will”

But @direwombat would Joseph also wear those bike shorts that leave little to the imagination? Because I’m laughing my ass off at the image of Joseph Seed peddling down the road showing off the divine booty

today's random headcanon of the day is that joseph never drives anywhere himself if he can't help it, and pre-reaping if he had to go anywhere by himself (like into town for one reason or another), he was almost always on a bicycle.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

A Horse Trip

Tom Holland x Rider Male Reader

Request from Kili

Warning: no warnings, just fluff. Also, this one is short!

Background: Your boyfriend Tom decided he wanted to try and ride a horse. He wanted you to teach him since you knew how to ride one. He ended up failing and decided to ride with you on your horse. On the way, you guys stopped to have a break.

(if Tom does know how to ride a horse in real life then just pretend he doesn’t know. Couldn't think of a good title)

M/n: Male name.

H/n: Horse name.

Word count: 840

Hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it's bad!

You and Tom felt the wind stream past you as the horse was galloping at 25-30 mph. Tom was holding onto you trying not to fall off. You could hear the sound of the horse’s hooves. And Tom complains about how he can’t ride a horse but you can.

Now you may be wondering why he is complaining. Welllll…..

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FLASHBACK (1 hour ago)

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“Please?! Come on M/n!” Tom has been bothering about riding a horse. You were born in the country boy, while Tom was a city boy. Tom assumed since you were born in the countryside, you would know how to ride a horse and he was right.

You did know how to ride a horse since you were 10. “Ugh, fine…. Go get ready.” Tom was surprised at first since you always say no whenever he asks. “Yeahhh!” Tom immediately got up and got dressed.

Tom came back down ready. “Let's go!” he said grabbing your arm and pulling you to his car. You then drove to your grandparent's house where the horses are kept.

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Time skip (30 minutes later)

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You guys arrived at your grandparent's but they weren’t there. “Where are your grandparents?” Tom asked looking at you worriedly. “They're not dead if that’s what you're thinking. I think they're visiting my parents?” you shrugged your shoulders before walking the horse pen with Tom following behind you.

“Alright Tom, as you can see these are the horses. The one over is H/n, that’s mine house. You can pick one if you want or you can stick with mines.” Tom was making a decision on whether he should go with your horse or another horse.

“I think I'll go with that horse, the one on the left side.” it was like your horse, she/he was Friesian. The one most beautiful horse breeds in the world.

Tom was about to go in before you stopped him. “Wow, hold your horses there. You need to know how to properly handle these animals.” Tom stopped in his tracks to look at you. “You need to know the safety tips first!”

“First safety tip, you need to wear a helmet in case there is an unplanned dismount. Second safety tip, stay alert! Riding is fun but since you are learning you can get distracted. Your handling a living, breathing, unpredictable animal. Be aware of other horses, and the surrounding. Third safety tip, wear proper footwear. Here you need these.” you handed Tom everything he needed to be safe.

“Now can I go?” you nodded your head as Tom entered the pen with you following behind him. Tom was excited to ride one. “Be sure to put everything on!” you yelled, Tom obliged.

To be honest, Tom was a little tense approaching the animal. “Alright now get on it,” you said while holding the horse in place.

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Time skip (10 minutes)

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(didn’t do that because I was lazy)

Tom began to ride the horse. It was going well until the horse decided to do a backflip. “Oh my God! Tom are you alright?” you said trying to hold back the laughter. “Ughhh… Oww my head…” You were laughing so hard now. “Stop laughing at me!” Tom pouted.

(y’all have ever seen that video where the horse flips over while a woman was riding it?)

“I’m sorry Tom, here.” you handed your hand out. “Why did it do that?!?!” you laughed harder. “Apparently it didn’t like you. Hey, how about we have a picnic? We’ll ride on my horse. Hold on tightly though.” Tom agreed with you.

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FLASHBACK OVER

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You remembered everything that happened earlier and laughed. “Hey, stop laughing, that wasn’t funny!”

Tom said slapping you back. “Sorry, it just popped back into my mind. Either we’re here!”

You guys arrived at a little hill where you’ll be having your picnic. You leashed up your horse making sure it does run away. Then you and Tom had a great time together, he was still mad about the whole horse thing but he got over it.

The sun began to set. The beautiful colors brilliantly red and orange filled the sky. It was very romantic. “I love you, Tom.” “I love you too M/n,” Tom said putting his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You leaned against and watched the sunset together.

‘What an eventful day.’

THE END

[nendo-town]

hey hey hey i was browsing the mha tag and i found your blog and i was wondering if you could do nyoomtape (sero/iida) for your rarepair requests (they were a crack ship i picked up on tumblr and now i unironically ship them,,,,)

Fo sho homie!!! I actually ship them as well lol. I love my boi Iida!!

|||||| Iida x Sero ||||||

my babies!!! love them so much!!!

I honestly can’t describe it but there’s something about this ship that is... so GOOD

Its so wholesome somehow

Both of them Wholeheartedly support each other in everything

Sero has become Iida’s personal cheerleader

Once again, bad wingmen

Ochako and Kaminari RADIATE chaotic energy, and are constantly causing trouble

They are both Squad Babysitters™️, making sure their squads don‘t die, so they become team dads together

They dont do date night, but rather, date day. They spend Saturday mornings together

When iida picks the place, its like a cafe or picnic. something cute and quiet

When Sero picks the place, its a street fair or an Arcade or the beach

either way they enjoy each others company

Iida highkey spoils Sero

”I know you said not to spend any money on you, but i could not help but notice that your sneakers are worn out. I, as a member of the Iida clan, had to buy you a new pair. We know the importance of proper footwear. Please tell me if these are to your liking.”

”Wow babe you didn’t have to get me anyth- TENYA THESE ARE 300 DOLLARS BABE WHY??”

he wears the shoes to show his appreciation

lots of surprise kisses and hugs from Sero. He thinks its cute when Tenya is all flustered from them.

Also they spiderman kiss at least once

Iida will always ask for a kiss. Every. Single. Time. Sero doesnt mind, and thinks its so sweet of him.

Ochako and Tensei are tag teaming to tease Iida

”Whipped” -Ochako

*Tensei, high-fiving her* “Damn Right”

God This is such a good ship

honestly browse the tag on here its fuckin cute

Bro seriously this is such a good ship 10/10 stan for clear skin and watered crops. Make sure to drink water babes!!! Also leave some shit in my inbox, i take requests :)))

-Clay :3

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Senses and Other Oddly Specific Headcanons

Kit Prince

1.  What does your muse smell like? 

*Mostly Chanel No.5, but then , faint traces of cigarettes, alcohol (vodka and champagne) and in the mornings? Proper English Tea*

2.  What do your muse’s hands feel like? 

*Softish, supple, capable when doing something she feel competant at. Though there are times they tremble - either through fear or anger*

3.  What does your muse usually eat in a day? 

*Tea and toast for breakfast most days - lunch will be something light like a salad or sushi. Then all the stops are pulled out for dinner. If not eating out, then she’ll either prepare something with a touch of luxury herself or order a takeaway. But whatever the case, there will always be a pudding for afters of some description, even if it’s only biscuits*

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice? 

*God NOOOOOOOOO. Kit is practically tone deaf and while she loves to sing, especially in the shower, it is most definitely NOT a good noise!*

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? 

*She bites at her bottom lip a lot, clears her throat when uncomfortable, smokes on occasion and drinks way too much at times. But her worst habit is self-doubt, which she tries very hard to hide for almost every one else*

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear? 

*Smart-sometimes casual clothing - suits and tailored dresses for work and designs of death for occasions. But when just at home - yoga pants and oversized sweaters, jeans and flats for walking the dogs.

However, whenever she can and whenever it is appropriate - THERE WILL ALWAYS BE SOME FABULOUS, HIGH-HEELED FOOTWEAR! This is honestly the most canon of canon’s where Kit is concerned lol*

7.  Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so? 

*Absolutely she is. Kit is extremely tactile and shows it in touching her partner wherever and whenever she can. Plus kisses and cuddles, to everyone - partners, family, friends. The woman’s lips are well practised by now. But she also shows her affection in her innate understanding - of people, their emotions and reactions. And in listening, which is one of her major talents*

8. What position does your muse sleep in? 

*All depends on her mood. If she’s relaxed and happy, she will literally sprawl herself all over the bed (or the person that in it with her). If not, then a fetal position is most likely, giving herself whatever solace and comfort she might need*

9.  Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? 

*When she raises her voice - not often, but it does happen - then yes Kit will make damn sure you can hear her lol*

[45th-day]

draft 1.1

it's less than fifteen minutes before midnight when chaeyoung takes a peak from the back of her bedroom door and carefully open it, though she knows how empty her hallway is. but god knows how some housekeeper still stay up until at this hour and how she grateful that there are no cctv inside the mansion.

tiptoeing, chaeyoung walks down the stairs, still cautious with surround her. then once she decides there is no one, she smiling and run as fast as she could to the front door.

"young lady."

chaeyoung almost fall on her face but a grip prevent that happened. she turning her head so fast just to find her maid already looking at her with knowing look. chaeyoung huffs her hairs strands and looking at her maid annoyingly.

"seriously young lady?"

"seriously, ryujin?" chaeyoung says it back in same tones as her maid that named ryujin, the latter just raises her eyebrow, "every fucking time!"

ryujin chuckles, "it's your own fault too, sneaking out at the same time, every year! like a clock work!" she exclaims, "and watch your word, young lady. your father doesn't please if he hears that."

chaeyoung groans, "my father will hear it if you didn't ruin my plan."

but ryujin doesn't budge at all and chaeyoung knows, like other years of attempted, she failed to runaway from this big palace that no one but herself and her father stay in it. thanks to many housekeepers and security at least this place is less scary and empty.

then chaeyoung letting out a surrender sigh, like always. "fine. you caught me, i'll just let myself—"

ryujin reveals a white sneakers from her back and hand it to chaeyoung who looks noting but confused.

"if you want to runaway, at least wear a proper footwear, unnie." ryunjin says as she bend down and put the shoes right in front of chaeyoung's bare foot. "you don't even use your sleep-slipper. are you trying to hurt yourself or what?"

"who are you? what is this? why are you helping me? ryujin ah, are you sick?" chaeyoung come forward and put her palm on ryujin's forehead. the latter rolling her eyes and take chaeyoung's hand off her. "i'm scared. if this how you try to intimidate me, i swear it works."

ryujin chuckles, "i'm not sick and i'm not trying to intimidate you, god forbid that." she starts as a smile playing on her , "i'm just saying, if you want to runaway, at least wear a proper footwear. and let's say, i'm not here and five minutes later i'll go to young lady's room to surprise her but she already long gone."

then it just click. ryunjin helping her. a big wide grin slowly appearing on her face but the maid stop it with her hand, "but i'm not helping you to hide or whatever, if you get caught. it's your own fault. deal?"

"hell yeah!" chaeyoung excitedly crunch her nose and quickly take her sneakers to wear.

"did you bring anything with you, unnie?" ryujin asks as she watching chaeyoung wearing her shoe.

ryujin scanning the young lady from top to bottom. the latter only wearing a white long sleeve that top with knitted grey sweater, with her navy tulle skirt hanging before reach her ankle.

chaeyoung nods, "yeah, i bring my wallet but i didn't bring my phone so they couldn't find me easily this time, that's enough right?"

"you well prepared." ryujin replies with a smile ghosting on her face as chaeyoung finished wearing her sneakers and smiling at the maid again.

"i tried to runaway from this place for years, ryujin. but thanks to someone, i always failed—" then she looking at her maid with judgment eyes, "come to think... why this year different?"

"i forgot to buy you a present. so consider this as my present." ryujin says quickly as if she knows chaeyoung will ask that soon or later.

chaeyoung quietly shrieks and pull ryujin into a hug, "you. are. the. best. sister."

ryujin didn't say anything but returning the hug. for years serving chaeyoung in this mansion, never once chaeyoung look down to her, always think of ryujin, the daughter of head housekeeper of this place as an equal and she loves and care the young lady so much. but of course, the maid would never say it or else chaeyoung will tease her to death.

"go." ryujin loosening the hug and turning the young lady to look at the big, white double front door. "be careful, unnie. i hope you find everything you always want to know this time. and happy birthday."

>

chaeyoung breathing in the night air, smiling like a child as she walking down the street for god knows how long. she stops couple of times when she sees some of night restaurants still open and people drinking while eating some fries or chickens. it's nice to be out and she hopes this time it could be longer than five years ago.

it was two weeks after her mother memorial. and she was only seventeen when she decided to getaway from that empty place. it wasn't same place anymore for her. there is no warm in it even though she knew her father tried whatever he can so she felt comfortable. but nothing work.

enough of the emptiness, she decided to runaway. she successfully out from the palace but only for couple hours before they found her from tracking her phone. and every year, when she tried to getaway, ryujin always there busted her. the latter respect chaeyoung's father so much and used to be so scared of her mother, especially when her mother is head of the housekeep.

so when ryujin decided to help her this year, make her think. but on top of that, she feels like she owes the younger.

her steps stop when she see a familiar black sedan, parking not far from her. shit, ryujin didn't lie when she said chaeyoung's time only five minutes. then her eyes searching for someone she knows and there he is, talking to stranger while pointing his phone.

chaeyoung bite her lower lips and looking back and forth, something, anything, to hide her from her personal bodyguard who staying at the palace. while running away from the person she doesn't want to meet so bad, her eyes catch a shop that already closed but the light still on. betting on nothing she crosses the road and get inside the shop.

"hello?" chaeyoung calls out in the empty shop. "hi, anybody is here?"

then a guy appears from the staff room, with a backpack hanging on his shoulder. he looks surprise when his eyes landed on chaeyoung, "um, i'm sorry but we already close—"

"i know." chaeyoung deadpans, then she come forward quickly that the guy unconsciously takes a step back, "i'm not come here for buy coffee, i need to hide. can you hide me?"

"what?" he says dumbfound.

chaeyoung slightly rolls her eyes then turn back to see if the black sedan is near this shop, and why in the name of god this shop has glass walls! she complains. then she turning back again to the guy who she guessing an employee here.

"look, someone is looking for me but i don't want to be found and he might knock on that door any second!" she slightly freaks out. "please just let me hide in that staff room. you will understand once he's here and asking for me."

"are you—"

but the guy doesn't have change to ask because chaeyoung already shrieking and rushing to the staff room, pushing the guy aside and slam the door. chaeyoung hold the door with her palms after lock them and she panting like crazy. she doesn't want to go back, at least not yet.

on the other hand the guy finally snap out of his confusion and trying to open the staff room, but it's locked. "yah, are you crazy?!" he tries to open the door again, but he knows it is useless, "open the door or i'll call the police."

then he freeze.

he hear a sniff from the other side, "please," she pleads softly, "i don't want to come back to that place tonight." she says as she leans her forehead on the door, closing her eyes as tears silently rolling down her cheeks. "hide me."

just then a man with wide shoulder, black t-shirt and black pants knocking on the door makes the young man startles. he then grip on his backpack and walking to the front shop. opening the door, the man politely bow at him then the younger return it.

he stays in silence until the man says, "young man, good evening, sorry for disturbing you, but may i know your name?"

"jaehyun." he replies.

"jaehyun, can i ask you a question?" the latter nods his head nonetheless, then the guy assumed as someone who looking for the girl in the staff room, giving a phone that appearing a picture of a girl— that girl. "do you see this girl walking pass or maybe eat here before you close?"

and there is something inside the young man that makes him to shake his head awkwardly, "no, i'm sorry... i just closed the place right now."

the looking like a bodyguard letting out a sigh, "very well. um, young man if you see her, please call to this—" he handing a name card and hesitate the young man takes it. "she is missing and if you happen to find her, we will give you fortunes in return, young man."

jaehyun just nods his head. blaming his brain that can't think straight once it hit midnight like this. next thing he knows, the guy from earlier already left with his black sedan. then his eyes drop to the name card, neo technology corporation? that's where taeyong hyung work. even the bodyguard has his own card name. too luxurious. he thoughts.

the door suddenly get open and revealing the girl from before. her cheeks have tears stained, her eyes are wet and jaehyun snaps out from whatever that keeps him can't think straight.

"who are you?" he absurdly asks.

chaeyoung looks up to him, "chaeyoung. and you?"

"je- jaehyun." he stutters then closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. he really tired tonight the poor guy just want to go home, "he's gone. can you go now? i've to close the shop."

"i've nowhere to go."

jaehyun furrows his eyebrows, "what do you mean by that?"

chaeyoung shrugs, "don't you get it? i'm running away from my house. that person is my personal guard and i don't bring anything with me except everything on my body."

"then what? you're going to sleep on the street?" he raises his eyebrows, "just go back to your house, chaeyoung ssi."

"i don't want to." she deadpans. jaehyun narrows his eyes, "i, i don't want to go back there at least not yet."

"so where are you heading then?"

"i have no destination."

jaehyun closes his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, "is that mean you will wondering around the street until morning?"

chaeyoung nods, "if i have to."

jaehyun then fighting with his inner self. well, he can actually leave her be and let her does whatever she wants but at the same times, the street where jaehyun's work isn't the safest street in korea. things happened here after midnight. he fighting with his inner self for another brief moment until one of them surrendered.

then he looks down to the girl, "you don't scare to ride a scooter right?"

[jaehyunisyoon-oh]

Ae-jeong [ affection ] chapter 1 : The first encounter

Pairings: NCT Jaehyun X OC/You

Genre: Romance, thriller, romancethriller, best friend to lover, fluff

Haewon POV

The day of the incident, December 1st 2018

SM’s Office

I heaved a sigh of relief at successfully holding the elevator door before it closed, grimacing slightly because today I decided to go to the office with heels as high as 5cm. I exhaled annoyed and took off my heels, -the hell- with all of this I will be barefoot through the cold floor of the SM office in this winter.

   "Your feet are all scratched" I turned around and Jaehyun with his black hoodie was frozen while leaning his body against the wall.

   "Shit, Jaehyun, since when were you here?" I asked.

   "Since a while ago, didn't the doctor say you shouldn't be carrying heavy things for a while?" Jaehyun asked then took the box I had been carrying.

   "This is your v live property for today's live broadcast" I dodged, trying to avoid his sharp gaze.

   "Is there no male staff in the NCT team?" Jaehyun asked coldly. If he has that look, that means I have to be careful, otherwise, he can explode in this elevator.

   "There are tons of them, but you know how hectic it was. The other members just had to take off the accessories while running around, and then this box was left behind and by chance, I was still in the basement. So that's how it is," I explained at length. He remains silent, which make everything more awkward. Then silence broke out between the two of us, and if it's like this I don't know what to do. When I was little, every time Jaehyun sulked I would reluctantly have to share my weekly ice cream portion for him, and we will make it up again. But now, it would be very strange if suddenly ice cream pop up out of nowhere from my pants pocket right? Oh my god, why is going to the 5th floor take so long? Suddenly the elevator stopped on the 3rd floor and the door opened, a bearded man in a full cycling shirt looked at me while grinning like a fool. Yes, my brother. Cousin more precisely

   "My sister?" Said Siwon with a dramatic pretentious face while entering the elevator. Then Siwon with his body still sticky with sweat hugged me.

   "CHOI SIWON ARE YOU CRAZY ?! HOW MUCH HAVE I SAID DON'T HUG ME WHEN YOU ARE ALL SWEATY LIKE THIS?!" I shouted. More precisely, wrath. Fortunately, in this elevator, there are only three of us.

   "Let your brother hug you, it won't kill you ... Soon Oppa has a schedule to Hong Kong so we won't meet again until...maybe at Christmas... Jaehyun? What's up?" Siwon hugs me and just realize that Jaehyun was behind us enjoying our lovely siblinghood moment, which I hate because I don't like it if by chance some workers see it, and start to think that I am the luckiest person on earth by coming from a rich household, being cousins to Siwon and is Jaehyun's best friend. That all happened before I was even born in this world, there is nothing I can do about it.

   "How are you, Hyung? I have a V live schedule on the 6th floor" Jaehyun answered casually.

   "I don't usually see you two together, you said that in the office you want to be professional with each other? Be careful later on becoming the centre of attention" Siwon raised his eyebrows with a happy smile. Look how they are chatting casually while I already want to pass out because I can't breathe in Siwon's arms.

   "Compared to being afraid of being topic of the gossip, it's better to fix your drunk habits, stop rummaging through our family story," I grumbled.

   "Eyy, at that time Oppa made a mistake. Seeing the two of you growing up like this, makes Oppa so emotional "Siwon increasingly tightened his arms and pressed his cheek to mine.

It's annoying to remember that again. Exactly after one year working as Entertainment manager of NCT, I am so glad that everything went peacefully because Jaehyun and I agreed to hide our relationship. But all of that was destroyed because Siwon explained everything very detailed about our 'friendship' at the Halloween Party last year. After midnight, when everyone was half-drunk (except the manager because they had to take the artist home), Siwon went onstage and made a very long speech, talking about how proud he was to see me achieving my dream - yes everyone already knew that you both are cousins since your mother married Choi family's youngest son - and suddenly reveal all the useless things about me and Jaehyun that make all the employees went awed.

"I went back to the basement because my charger was left in the practice room. Then I saw her ran around carrying a box this big" Jaehyun pointed at the large box he was carrying. More precisely like rattling me to Siwon. I gave him a cynical look that was completely ignored by him.

   "Geez, Choi Haewon, you should not have carried this heavy stuff, last month you just had a Lasik surgery, what if the stitches come off? Then you... AWWW Haewon that’s hurt!" Siwon's chatter was interrupted as he grimaced in pain because I just bit his cheeks. It just so happened that the elevator opened on the 5th floor and I left those two annoying humans together.

When I arrived on the 5th floor, many employees were greeting me, a little surprised to see me barefoot while busy staring at the device in my hand. When I entered my cubicle, there were tons of unsign documents on the table. There is a placard with "Haewon Choi / Entertainment Manager of NCT" printed on it. I was just sitting down when Na-ri, the head of the artist planning department came in and brought several boxes with Louis Vuitton written on it.

   "Haewon, we have a problem" Na-ri stood still, shaking her cellphone. I looked at her confused then stood up, looked at the cellphone and read the short message from Louis Vuitton who wanted their items to be returned right now.

   "What? it's like 10 pm and drove to their office will take 2 hours. Oh my god, this is why I don't like it when a high-end brand asks us to do endorsements. After getting what they want, they will suddenly treat us as if we are going to steal it, "I said.

   "How annoying, you should know the bracelet that Taeyong used was immediately out of stock. Taeyong's bracelets were trending all over the internet, yet they treat us like this? it seems like we have to stop doing this just to get a discount for the NCT stage outfit, can't we ask to raise the budget? 10 million won per member doesn't seem to be enough, "said Na-ri.

   "Unfortunately I can't do that, the budget problem is the realm of finance and I don't want to argue with Mr Jang, our budget is at its highest now, we have to cut down a little bit because we have concert upcoming. And don't forget that we are the youngest team in this company, and I don't want to take the risk, that's kinda sensitive in Korean culture" I answered seriously. Mister Jang has been the head of finance at SM for almost 15 years, his hobby is to tell how hard the idol's of that time to have proper accommodation and now we are buying outfit that cost like one freaking car. Suddenly Na-ri's cellphone vibrates, and the owner of these box sends us a message again. I showed the message to Na-ri, with an annoyed face she posed as if to slam the box... which she couldn't possibly do because the price of one item in it could cost her entire salary.

   "Alright, I'll return this right away," Na-ri said while sighing, I patted her back and put the cellphone into her backpack. Na-ri looks very adorable today, I and the other employees almost died out of laughter because Na-ri casually entered the meeting room with a rabbit-shaped backpack, short pink skirt and a white blouse. Fortunately, SM does not have strict regulations on how to dress its employees, in the end, this company is in the field of Entertainment and this type of company is famous for its concession in binding regulations that exist in Korean companies in general.

   "Here, take my car. By the way, NCT's schedule will end in 2 hours, and they will immediately be taken to the dorm by the manager. So you should go straight home. " I give my car key to her.

   "Thank you. Oh, by the way, Seung-ho Oppa (NCT manager) is still sick, can you please find someone to take the members home to the dorm? Today is the last day of NCT Dream's concert, maybe you should start asking anyone besides the managers." Na-ri pleaded and I replied with a happy smile. Finally, my chance came too.

   "Of course I can," I replied with a smile, trying to hide my intentions from her.

   "You ... don't even think about it! Just find someone else who can take the ..." Na-ri's chatter was cut off when I pushed her out and hurriedly closed the door to my room.

Jaehyun POV

10.50 PM

SM's Parking lot

We all just finished Live broadcasting on V app and now we are heading to our van to go back to the dorm. Every end of the year is tiring. No, this year is very tiring because all of us, as in 18 members, is promoting under NCT 2018 project, a Lee Soo Man's project that was finally happened because Haewon- our entertainment manager- felt that this project is going to be a very brilliant marketing step. Well, guess she was not wrong. Almost every day some members do live broadcasts, almost every week we have a schedule to appear on events or TV shows, even last week we just signed an exclusive contract with a sports clothing brand. Everything went according to plan and as artists, we are very proud to make it happens.

I, Doyoung, Haechan and Johnny had just arrived at the parking lot when I saw a woman, a girl to be exact, leaning against our van. She wears jeans with a black coat that almost sank her entire body, barefoot with heels on both of her hands. What was she thinking of not wearing any footwear in this weather? I exhaled annoyed while approaching the girl. The other members, especially Haechan gives dramatic screams and the others have put on a super horror face because our nightmares have finally happened again.

   "Guess who will take you guys home today?" Haewon asked with her sweet smile while leaning in our van.

   "Don't joke, where's Na-ri Noona?" Asked Doyoung while looking around.

   "Na-ri is returning the sponsors' belongings and Seungho Oppa is still sick. Don't ask too many questions and get in quickly. The weather is very cold, you can't catch a cold on this super tight schedule," Haewon explained while with great difficulty trying to open our van's door.

We all decided to trust the girl and sat in the passenger seat with very tense faces. Doyoung, Haechan, Johnny and Taeyong looked very pale while watching her trying to adjust the height of the driver's chair.

   "Haewon, the button is on your door," Johnny said with a sigh.

   "Oh, thank you, Johnny," Haewon replied with a grin.

   "Johnny Hyung, how about you just drive?" Haechan asked Johnny.

   "Lee Haechan! It would be very dangerous if an idol drives alone, you understand right? Just wear your goddamn seat belt and go to sleep there!" Haewon grumbles.

   "Wouldn't it be more dangerous to let Noona drive?" Grunted Haechan and checked once again the seatbelt he was wearing.

   "Never mind, stop making Haewon nervous, I still want to live longer in this world" Said Taeyong who was met with Haewon's ferocious look.

During the trip to the dorm, I could not stop staring at the girl beside me. She looks very adorable when she's serious. Her petite body must try as hard as possible to drive this van, and I should be worried because I am inside it. For several times I saw her moving her legs, and that made me very uncomfortable because I'm not used to seeing Haewon with blisters on his body, if Grandpa Han sees this, he will be very angry.

In a short time, our car has entered the gate of our dormitory, and as usual, there are already Sasaeng huddled waiting for us there. I can tell because most of them wore white shirts with our names printed in it when they saw our car coming, they immediately surrounded us while pointing the camera at us.

   "They all are this many?" Haewon asked, gritting her teeth.

   "It's not as much as usual, considering the weather ... Some must be very smart not to freeze themself to death," Johnny replied.

   "They can't go up, can they? You all close the window's curtains now!" Haewon looked back with her horror face.

   "Ahjumma said that there are some Sasaeng who live in this apartment, they even wait at the dorm's front door every night" Doyoung answered as he lowered his bucket hat.

   "Aish, you guys just moved here, it looks like it won't be possible to move again, especially since SM has just paid in full for this dorm. I don't want to argue with Mr Jang from the financial division," Haewon chats at length.

I could see the girl in a hurry to take her handbag and start looking for something, then after a while, she growled in frustration because the object she was looking for was located somewhere of that bag she had never tidied. I stared at the girl exasperatedly, with my impatience, I wanted to scold her, but with a situation like this, it felt like I could save my scolding for later.

Author POV

NCT 127 Dorm

After almost 30 minutes of drama with the Sasaeng, they finally arrived at their dormitory. Haewon took a deep breath seeing the condition of the 10th floor's dormitory residents, feeling grateful that Na-ri and herself managed to win the budget to hire maid services for all NCT dorms. On this floor, there are Mark, Taeil, Yuta, and Jaehyun while the other members are on the 5th floor. In the living room, Yuta is tidying up things in his suitcase. When he saw Haewon coming, Yuta immediately closed his suitcase, after all, they seem to realize that no matter how close they are with Haewonm she is a woman after all and it would be very embarrassing if he let Haewon see something that should not be shown to others especially to a woman. Haewon smiled and immediately walked towards the kitchen, checking the performance of the maid service recommended by Na-ri herself.

   "here, it must be very tiring going here with all those Sasaengs.." Mark emerged from the kitchen, offered a glass of water to Haewon with half-sleepy eyes.

   "It's okay, Mark. Make sure to sleep early, tomorrow morning there will be shooting for your concert's VCR" Haewon smiled at Mark and took the drink.

   "I heard, better to prep my skin using some mask, right?" asked Mark while holding his cheek, Haewon laughed at Mark's behaviour. When they first met 1 year ago, Mark looked like a child and now he is taller than her.

   "You already look good Mark" Haewon replied while patting his back. Mark looked a little shy and went straight to his room. Mark always admires her, and it is common knowledge that he has a little crush on Haewon. Jaehyun was very, very uncomfortable if Mark had shown it very clearly when they were together.

   "Haewon, have you eaten? I want to heat Ahjumma's cooking, do you want some too?” Taeil also appeared from the kitchen while carrying piles of Tupperware from the fridge.

   "No Oppa, I have to go home now" Haewon smiled and slowly left the kitchen area and walked to the front door. Haewon intends to go straight home when suddenly Jaehyun pulled her hand and opened the door to his room.

   "Why?" Asked Haewon confused. Jaehyun said nothing and pushed Haewon until she sat on the edge of his bed. Haewon's eyes widened when Jaehyun suddenly squatted and she flinched to the cold sensation on her ankles.

   "Don't wear anything that you don't even know how to use. For example, heels?" Jaehyun smiled mockingly in the direction of Haewon while rubbing the medicine on her blistered ankle.

It's been a long time since she has a conversation with Jaehyun, and it feels very nice to see his best friend's room again. Jaehyun's room is very minimalist, the arrangement is simpler than his bedroom in the Jung's family house. Haewon looked at Jaehyun and felt a little guilty because he often ignored Jaehyun's invitation to hang out together. Haewon was at the end of her semester when Jaehyun was announced as a member of SMRookies after that every time Haewon visited Korea, they only met at the Christmas party held by their family. And now, even though they are working at the same company, plus the fact that Haewon leading NCT projects herself doesn't mean they can freely show everyone that their relationship is this close. First, Haewon is always busy in her office on the 5th floor, while Jaehyun always practices on the basement floor and NCT's schedule is always tight. Besides, Haewon often goes abroad to attend contract signing meetings with parties who want to work with NCT.

    "Sorry, I should pay more attention to Sasaeng. I didn't think they would be this brutal. It seems like I have to make an emergency meeting immediately" Haewon bowed her head looking all sad. She is gazing at Jaehyun's hand who painstakingly applied ointment all over her ankles. Jaehyun stared back at Haewon and shook his head.

   "Take your time, you know that Sasaeng is a difficult matter. Even SM is seen giving up on it ”Then Jaehyun took something from under his bed, thrusting sneakers on Haewon's lap.

   "Wow, apparently my shoes are here?" Haewon smiled and wore those shoes. Smiling slightly as she closed her eyes, feeling how comfortable it was to wear shoes compared to the heels.

   "You have to stop leaving all your belongings in my house, Eomma is very worried, she thinks that you are senile at this age" Jaehyun laughed a little at Haewon's reddened face. And he thought that was very adorable, well that girl would always look adorable to Jaehyun.

   "Isn't that our picture?" Haewon stood up and walked toward the wardrobe where Jaehyun kept all his things. Amongst all the stuff, the only thing that stunned her is a photo of Jaehyun and Haewon's family while on vacation in Disneyland.

    "It was our first vacation together" Jaehyun lay down on the bed. Still looking at Haewon who smiled looking at the photo.

    "Yeah and you were crying because apparently, Mickey Mouse is so big to you, oh my god you're so cute at that time" Haewon hugged the photo and looked at Jaehyun with a big smile on her face. Suddenly the memory becomes fresh again, the memory of their first encounter that leads him to the most beautiful fate of his life.

December 25, 2003

Jung’s family house

Little Jaehyun rolled his eyes in annoyance, this was the umpteenth time he was forced to be the role of a husband in the house played by his cousins. Jaehyun is an only child and all his cousins ​​are girls, he's already fed up with all this, suddenly throws all the cutlery in front of him and runs into the backyard. The little boy was still sulking while playing with snow piled up in the yard when he could feel someone approaching him, his father with a glass of hot chocolate sitting beside him.

   "Are you okay?" the man asked and Jaehyun shook his head. The man smiled, understanding that his child must feel very lonely being the only boy in this household.

   "I didn't ask you guys to give me a little sister, but at least give me a friend to play basketball," Jaehyun said while staring at the long-frozen basketball hoop. Jaehyun's father smiled and wiped the chocolate that was on the corner of his son's mouth.

   "Let's pray that Uncle David's next child will be a boy," said Jaehyun's father. And Jaehyun exhaled, more pessimistic that there would be more male offspring in this family besides him.

   "If Uncle David's next child is a girl then I will make him a boy," his son's innocent words made the man burst into laughter. The conversation between the father and son stopped when the gate was wide open, and several people got out of a black car. A man in a suit walked towards the two of them with a big smile, behind him, there was a woman who was holding the hand of a girl who kept her head down.

Jaehyun's father stood up to the man and hugged him tightly. Jaehyun frowned in confusion. This is the first time their family has a guest at a Christmas party. He saw his father returning with a little girl on his hands. The girl was wearing a white dress, long hair flowing and looking all embarrassed. Jaehyun felt awkward when the two people were in front of him.

   "Jaehyun, this is Letisha Alana Choi or Haewon, let's say hello," his father said. Jaehyun stood up and extended his hand trying to shake hand with her. A little upset because the girl is not yet returned his good intentions. Suddenly the woman who is the mother of the girl whispered something in her ear, the girl immediately looked up at Jaehyun with her bright brown eyes sparkling.

   "You like basketball?" asked the girl that he replied with a small nod. Then the girl smiled very brightly and take his hand. At that time for the first time in 6 years of his life, he saw a very beautiful smile.

And until this moment Jaehyun was still stunned to see the smile that Haewon always carved. He realizes that this is not right, because his family considers Haewon their daughter. But he could not stop this feeling no matter how hard he tried to.

"Why?" Haewon lifts her eyebrows looking at Jaehyun who kept staring at him.

"No, it's just...you are very beautiful today" Jaehyun smiled and Haewon with all her strength had to hold back not to blush. If not, Jaehyun will tease her until a time limit that she can not specify. But Jaehyun's praise gave a warm feeling to her, a sign of gratefulness that having Jaehyun in this world is the best thing that ever happened in her life.

Haewon POV

11.50 PM

Location Unknown

"Yes, I just come out from the dorm," I said to Na-ri who has been calling me for a while now.

"You've made sure Haechan and Johnny don't play games, right? If they are late tomorrow I will be furious because shooting starts early in the morning" Na-ri said from the phone.

"Yes, oh my god we are not their babysitter, let the boys lived, Na-ri!" I replied quickly. Before going down I took myself to the dorm on the 5th floor. Talking briefly with the manager about tomorrow's schedule, scolding Haechan for drinking coca-cola on this cold day, and almost having a heart attack because Johnny casually came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

"Alright, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Thank you for the car, by the way. " I ended up lending my car to her because it will be uncomfortable to take a bus to Louis Vuitton's office, it's already very late and it could be a danger for her. I thought that she already ends the call but then she asked again, "with what are you going to go home now? Jaehyun?" Gosh, if he takes me home now, I can guarantee that by tomorrow our face will be all over the news.

"are you crazy? do you know how much Sasaeng are outside? I'm taking the bus" I said with a snort of annoyance. I just argued with Jaehyun because he insisted on taking me home. I have my reasons, I don't want a piece of cheap news about our relationship popped up while NCT is at its peak year.

"Do you know how to ride a bus?" I gaped in disbelief at the question.

"Really? Do you think I'm stupid?" I replied rhetorically.

"Well who knows, you're rich from birth ... eh no, before you were born you already inherited all of your family's wealth. Naturally, you never take a bus, right?" I shook my head at her babble. Of course, I know how to take the bus, back in school at SOPA Jaehyun and I always took the bus. That is the kind of topic I always try to avoid, when I arrived at the bus stop, I end the call with Na-ri and waiting for the bus to come.

There is not a single person around here considering that it's almost midnight and this place is kinda desolated because lots of idols live around here. Should I just take a taxi to go home? I waited, and wait for the bus or taxi to come but there are none of them passing by. Suddenly realize that on weekdays, bus stop working at 11 PM which was 50 minutes ago was the last bus of today. I tried to remain calm, as the coldness hit me and I tighten my coat.

At this time, all I can think of is to use my last card, the only person that is still awake and will pick me up immediately. I sigh a relieved sign and start calling the number.

"Uncle Jung? It's me Haewon... I'm sorry but can you pick me.." my words stopped as I feel something stab my shoulder, something very sharp, I can feel the hot breath flowing through my neck as the person come closer to my ear."There should not be a girl in NCT's staffing" the person said. The sharp edges leave my body and that person run immediately, I was about to chase after that person when I found myself all weak on the floor with blood flowing from my shoulder...

to be continued

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Keyword - Adoration

Theme: Adoration Rating: PG / T Word Count: 2.562 words

NOTE: The diner in this story is in direct reference to ZacKLP's story, Wonderbat Keywords 2019 Entry: Diners, Drive-Ins & Dunces. Though that fanfic takes place in the JLU, I thought I'd bring it into the DCEU to make this chapter more exciting. Hope you enjoy!

It had been a long while since Diana last wore jeans, let alone a graphic t-shirt. She refused to compromise on her footwear as a lover of heeled shoes, but the sandal wedges she chose complimented the casual look she had been advised to wear by Barry. She didn't frequent diners often, as most of her meetings were held in five star restaurants or on the dig site of a new antique being discovered. Nevertheless, it made her feel almost giddy to think that her 'superhero friends' were sitting down together at Sport's diner to nonchalantly order burgers and discuss the latest threat to life on Earth.

"Whoa, a churrasco burger? This Carol combo sounds really good." Sang Barry from across the table. Diana peeked at him from over her menu and the grin on his face made it clear that he had made up his mind on what he'd be ordering for dinner.

Seeing his enthusiasm for his meal immediately reminded Diana of the takeout order she'd need to place for later. Smoothly, she lifted her menu up in front of her face and whispered, "What would you like me to bring home for you, Victor?"

"Don't worry about me. I'll just have something delivered to headquarters." Cyborg answered.

Immediately, a deep rumble next to her acknowledged his words before she could. "No you will not." Bruce ordered cooly.

A sigh crackled the connection to the device in her ear. "Then I'd love some curly fries."

"Yes! Curly fries for the table too." Barry exclaimed, pronouncing his cheer with an enthusiastic clap.

His uncontainable joy was met with a groan from the Batman. Diana lowered her menu and immediately noticed how the navy blue polo he wore could not soften his appearance in the slightest. Just as fiercely as he would if he was wearing his cowl, he frowned for a solid second before he reminded everyone, "We can't order anything until we're all here."

Knowing who he meant, she lifted her brown eyes off of his darkened profile and stared out the large window that sat next to their table. Facing the ocean, there was a beautiful view of the crystal clear water as the sun pulled away from it across the sky. There were many couples strolling the shoreline with their arms wrapped around one another, some families frolicking in the low tide, and one large man stomping towards Sporty's diner with a build that was unmistakable.

"He's just fashionably late." Diana informed them with a slight lift of her chin. She watched as Bruce turned to face her, whip around to look out at the ocean, then lifted his hand to call the waiter over. Smiling at his impatience as if it was a source of amusement for her, she diverted her attention away from the Dark Knight in order to acknowledge the young man who approached their table.

"Hi there" - she heard Bruce pause a moment, most likely to read the name tag that the waiter wore - "Zach, we're ready to order now."

"Yes, sir! What can I get for you?" Pulling out his pad of paper and a pen from the apron around his waist, Zach seemed eager to get their orders sent to the kitchen.

As the fastest man alive, Barry spoke up first. "I'll have five Carol combos - don't be afraid to go wild with the AJ salt and pepper blend - with a side of curly fries each, a Sulky milkshake with each of those, and an order of curly fries for the table."

"Don't like to share much, huh?" joked the waiter as he scribbled away.

Barry merely held up his hands in defence, making no comment about his gluttonous stomach. Diana giggled to herself before taking her turn. "I'll have the LOTSLover combo. Is it possible to make my Sulky milkshake an extra large?"

"Ooh." Barry made a sound of approval at her supersized drink order.

"Sure thing." Zach guaranteed with a grin.

"Perfect," Diana closed her menu, happy with her order. Then, she gazed out the window again to locate their other team mate.

Meanwhile, Bruce had a question for the waiter. "What is this… Sforzy burger you have here?"

"Oh, it's one of our most popular dishes," Zach explained. "It's a Thai sausage cooked in a coil shape so it acts like a burger patty. It's got shallots and garlic and lots of spices-"

"Sounds great," Arthur chimed in as he made his way over to their table, soaking wet and patting his stomach to denote that he was famished. "I'll have one of those too."

Bruce shrugged and nodded, confirming that he was still interested in the burger as well. He then collected the discarded menus on the table and handed them to Zach, while being sure to add, "Coffee, please."

Diana noticed how Zach caught the stress in Bruce's voice, compelling him to guarantee a speedy delivery of their drinks. "Coming right up."

"And get me a pint of any beer you have on tap." Arthur added as the young waiter scurried away. Then, he lightly smacked Barry's shoulder, trying to get him to move.

"Oh, right." Apologized the speedster when he threw himself into the next chair over in the blink of an eye.

Diana waited until Arthur took his seat before opening her mouth to speak. However, she was beaten to the punch by the most impatient man she knew. "Nice of you to join us." Bruce said with a lifeless tone.

Arthur leaned back, running his fingers through his soaking wet hair as he replied, "I'd love to see you try swimming from one side of the Atlantic to the next, and make a dinner date."

"And we're very glad you did make it," Diana promised genuinely. She made sure to cast a sideways look at Bruce, warning him to behave, before saying what she intended to before she was interrupted. "It's very important that we all discuss what is going on with these hellions that Bruce discovered."

"Hellions?" Barry inquired.

"That's what we've decided to call them." She stated with an intensity to properly demonstrate that the name did indeed suit the creatures.

Having calmed down since his first attempt at joining the conversation, Bruce was ready to spell out the danger they were all in. The air around him even felt colder than usual, and Diana wasn't entirely sure that the air conditioner was solely to blame. "They're monster that look as if they're made from stone. They have six legs like an insect - like a cockroach that's made the abandoned nuclear reactor in Russia its home. Only they're twice the size of the average human."

Barry's eyes were wide as he expressed his concern, "Wow, that sounds… really horrifying."

Arthur, on the other hand, didn't appear to be bothered in the slightest. "So we've got some creepy crawlers to deal with. Tell me where the thunder dome is and I'll be there."

"Arthur, they're not just some horde of monsters that need to be slain. They were tearing each other apart right in front of us for reasons we couldn't understand." Diana clarified, determined to change his blase position on the matter as it disappointed her slightly to hear him dismiss them so easily.

Arthur pursed his lips underneath that overgrown moustache of his, taking a moment to digest the news with proper consideration. Then, he asked her directly, "You think it's something they'd know about?"

It was obvious to her that he meant the Atlanteans. "We aren't sure what their origins are, but we know that they are vicious and seemingly mindless."

"I'm having Victor examine the terrain to determine how much radiation was at the base they were staying at. It'll give us an idea of what we can rule out in terms of the weapons that'll be ineffective against them." Was Bruce's passionate delivery of his battle strategy.

"Wait, wait, hold up," Barry leaned forward and slammed his elbows into the table, garnering the attention of the lot of them. The way his eyes darted about made it seem like he was running through some kind of calculations in his mind. "You're telling me that there are monsters that thrive off of nuclear radiation in Russia, nonchalantly ripping themselves to shreds, with no known origins, and they're just… what, relaxing next to a reactor with no obvious intention of attacking anyone?"

Diana was honest with her reply. "That we know of."

All Barry could think to say was an awkward, "...Oh my God!"

"Um, sorry," a cautious voice rejoined their conversation, pulling Diana's focus off of the Flash and directing it towards the rather swift waiter they had. Zach returned with all of their drinks and appeared apprehensive as he placed them all down on the table. One by one, they were each given their order while everyone sat in silence. It seemed unfair in her mind that they all treated poor Zach like he was intruding on their conversation, but it seemed impossible to think of any small talk to pass the time with.

When it was her turn to receive her milkshake, Diana accepted the tall glass and the excess in the mixing cup with an earnest, "Thank you."

"Your food will be coming out soon." Zach said softly before he walked away at a quickened pace.

It was apparent that she was the only one who paid any attention to the young man, as Arthur blurted out his opinion next without any hesitation. "As long as there's no one in the area and they haven't begun to migrate, it's fine we do nothing about them."

Diana made sure to point out, "Bruce and I evacuated a nearby village when they started to grow violent."

"And I've had Alfred keep an eye on them via satellite. They're still occupying the area. We didn't see any type of hierarchy amongst them, so we're assuming that they were placed there by someone or something." Bruce felt confident in his assumption, and rewarded himself with a sip of his pure black coffee.

"For creatures this large and this ferocious to appear suddenly is very strange. It is impossible to believe that no one has noticed them before, so their arrival must be recent. This can only mean that someone is planning to use them for some horrible purpose." It seemed important to drive home the severity of the looming threat they were facing, and Diana thought she completed that task perfectly. Speaking the words aloud also managed to send a chill down her spine, as it wasn't long ago that she would have behaved similarly to Arthur, and not at all like Bruce.

The Wonder Woman she was before she met Bruce was much softer than she had become, someone who was weaker in some sense of the word. There was a time when she was eager to fight and defend the people of Man's World, and then… Her last few decades were void of any direction or principle. It wasn't until a troublesome billionaire stole an important photograph of her that she was forced into arm's reach of the cocky Bruce Wayne, ultimately changing her life forever.

Now, after nearly a century alone, she was sitting at a diner with a group of 'metahuman' friends and the Batman, deliberating over the methods needed to be taken to save the world. She was no longer a coward even in moments such as these where she was admittedly scared. Though the timing was a tad inappropriate, she couldn't help but cast her gaze towards Bruce Wayne and marvel at him silently. His process was insane at times, his apathy an impenetrable shield that concealed how big of a heart he truly had and she found it mind-boggling more often than not.

However, dealing with the frustration he caused her was much more entertaining than anything she would have done while on her own.

"Any army that is unknown to us," whispered Bruce for everyone at the table to hear. "Is a threat we need to handle."

Then, all of a sudden, he sat up with a polite smile on his face and nodded to someone behind her. Diana was caught off guard by his spontaneous friendliness until she realized that Zach was indeed correct when he told them that their meals were 'coming out soon'. Even Barry's many meals were placed on their table, with their kind waiter placing a large helping of curly fries directly in the center. The amount of hands that tackled the different plates before her made her believe that the conversation they were all having was paused for the moment, until there was a fair amount of food in everyone's belly.

Rolling her eyes at the lot of them, Diana thanked Zach for his wonderful service before taking a bite of one of those highly revered curly fries that Victor and Barry adored so much.

A moment of peace before they decided how to approach the oncoming calamity wouldn't be an issue, right?

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In a dark, wet cavern, a frightened man strolled through the never-ending network of tunnels in search of something with great desperation. He held a torch in one hand while the other rested against his heart, the thunderous thumping of it only heightened his anxiousness with every step he took. The walls were jagged and misshapen in an almost intentional way but the man persisted. He moved forward with wobbly knees, with an audible shortness of breath, but regardless, he was determined to carry on.

"Where do you think you're going?" A playfully cruel taunt reached him through an echo.

The man stilled, panicked, rocking forward due to the abrupt way he halted himself. He spun around to see if he could find the source of voice, only to find a darkened figure standing over him. Fearful, he leapt backwards and dropped his torch on the ground. Without a direct source of light to illuminate the shadow, the man could only cower as he faced the entity he had been most terrified to meet.

"Please… I don't mean to offend you, I swear!" pleaded the man, unable to move onto his knees as he laid sprawled out with his belly up like the coward he thought of himself as now.

To his surprise, the darkened figure did not approach him. Instead, he heard disappointment in the scolding he received, "It pains me to see you reduced to such a state, old friend."

"Th-Then… if you'd be so kind," the man begged, this time bowing his head as a sign of respect as he did so. "Let me see her. Let me see my sister."

"It doesn't pain me that much." Was the callous reply he received.

Such a heartless answer made the man collapse onto his back, as if the very words said to him acted like a sword that skewered him with the intent to kill. Laying on the uneven floor of the cave, uncomfortable and worn, the man assured with the last of his energy, "I won't stop you. I-I'll… make sure she doesn't either."

"Return to me when you awaken," Ignoring his request entirely, the man could only listen to the orders he was given, the promise of further suffering guaranteed before he lost consciousness. "I'd hate to cause you even more pain if you disobey me."

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God bless Faith Seed for going barefoot EVERYWHERE. Her feet must be calloused as hell from all that barefoot walking and I can only imagine how sore her feet must be from not having proper footwear on.

Like I know, I went for an 8 mile hike wearing sandals and I couldn’t walk for a goddamn week because my legs got all fucked up from it because it was very uneven ground and my muscles weren’t getting any kind of support. Bliss must be some pretty good shit if she’s walking around like that all the time

Also, Joseph’s church looks like splinter city, no thank you

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How To Become An Annoying Traveler?

There is nothing more wondrous than travel. That said, there are tons of times when traveling may be a royal pain—and in most cases, the unfortunate event involves a run-in with one among these worst offenders. within the context of aviation alone, there is a colorful cast of characters: the grumpy airline attendant, the guy who takes his socks off mid-flight, and therefore the folks who think exposure to the airport in their pajamas is an innocuous sartorial choice (hint: it's not).

But the likelihood is that, while you're busy pointing fingers, you're guilty of committing a couple of sins yourself. So, within the spirit of creating the planet of travel a touch less irksome, here are some ways you (yes, you!) are guilty of being an annoying traveler.

Taking Your Socks Off On An Airplane

Contrary to what you would possibly think, no, your feet don't smell like daisies, especially after you've trudged around the airport within the same sneakers you've had since your high school track and field days. So please, for the love of God, keep your toes where they belong: snug inside your stench-suppressing cotton socks and, ideally, confined to your footwear.

Boasting About The Number Of Nations You Have Been To

We hate to interrupt it to you, but nobody cares about the number of nations you've visited. The spirit of travel is defined by curiosity and awe—not arrogance or conceit. And once you brag about all the cool travel experiences you've had, it doesn't make people want to ask you all about it; it makes them want to punch you in the face.

Being An Abhorrent Selfie-Taker

By all means, roll in the hay for the 'Gram. Just don't spoil the holiday-going experience for others—or worse, risk your or anyone else's safety—just for the sake of acquiring a photograph that, let's face it, looks just like the ten,000 other selfies stored on your phone.

Showing Up To The Airport Looking Sort Of A Slob

We get it, traveling is uncomfortable. Economy seats are tight, and cabin atmospheric pressure can cause limbs to swell to hulk-like proportions. That being said, there's no excuse to point out up to the airport wearing an equivalent slovenly-looking sweatpants and T-shirt combo you fell asleep in last night. Do better, people: if you want to, buy a pair of jeggings.

Comparing Everything To Home

We're sure your city is good. We bet it's many great things going for it. But there is a time and place to boast about your hometown, and it isn't when you're standing on the good Wall of China, taking in Impressionist masterpieces at the Louvre, or absorbing views of Rio de Janeiro from the highest of Sugarloaf Mountain. Traveling is a chance to broaden your horizons—take advantage!

Refusing To Undertake Different Foods

Mac and cheese are delicious, thereon we will all agree. But when you're on holiday in Italy, for instance, and given the choice to eat something as indulgent as Linguini Alle Vongole, we'll judge you HARD if you ask the chef to recreate America's favorite meal-in-a-box. one among the simplest ways to find out a few destinations is thru its food, so step outside your temperature and expand your palette, folks!

Trying To Exclusively Converse During A Foreign Language After Studying It On Duolingo For Each Day

If you have ever tried to order a meal in Paris after each day or two of "brushing up" on your high school French via Duolingo, you recognize first-hand how kindly the locals fancy you "speaking" their language. Best case scenario: you successfully utter a couple of words that bring you exponentially more satisfaction than the person on the receiving end. Worst case scenario: you finish up offending someone's mother (true story!)

Offending The Locals

Being exposed to other languages, cultures, and customs may be a beautiful thing. it is a rare opportunity to open your eyes to the planet and reflect on your own beliefs and convictions. What it's NOT: a chance to mock, ridicule, or ridicule at people whose ways of being are different from your own. We are all different, and there's beauty indifference. Don't ever forget it.

Overpacking Your Carry-On

Baggage fees and restrictions are often maddening, especially when you're trying to fly a dime. But that doesn't make it okay to somehow fold, roll, and origami every item in your closet so that it somehow fits in your carry-on and backpack—only to possess it to explode the instant a TSA agent unzips it for inspection, holding up everyone else within the line. If you would like to bring 10 pairs of shoes on your next vacation, do everyone a favor and check a bag.

Talking Back To Flight Attendants

Imagine all the daily indignities the typical waitress endures. Now multiply that by 10 and you've got each day within the lifetime of a steward. The responsibilities of the "waitresses of the sky" include but aren't limited to stowing heavy luggage, ensuring you're adhering to proper safety measures, taking drink orders, and calming crying babies, all at 35,000 feet. So please, next time you are feeling the urge to be snappy or refuse to modify your phone into airplane mode, just don't. that's all.

Not Leaving Your Bedroom

If you've already made it halfway across the planet, do yourself a favor and explore beyond your bedroom once you've arrived. the important excitement lies in venturing into the unknown, and nine out of 10 times, the food is best at that hole-in-the-wall spot down the road. (Only exception: if you've balled out on an over-the-water bungalow within the Maldives or another lavish, once-in-a-lifetime stay.)

Over-Planning

There's a time and an area to arrange your calendar so that you're optimizing each and each second of the day—and it's called being at work. don't attempt to do an equivalent when you're on vacation. it'll positively kill all feelings of spontaneity and drive your fellow travelers up the wall.

Traveling While Sick

If you are feeling under the weather, do your fellow air travelers a favor and, please, occupy your home. Airplanes are germ magnets within the first place, and therefore the last item any holiday-bound traveler deserves is to return down with the chest cold you have been recovering from for the past 3 weeks.

[damaged-graveyard]

Keep in mind if you dont have outside blinds and have lots of windows it is better to leave a window or two cracked open (my apartment turns into a sauna if I dont) but make sure you cover the windows. Do not chug water. Golden rule is 1dl per minute max, if you drink it all at once itll just go through you. Make sure youre drinking more than just water so you dont wash out all the minerals from your system. A bit of salt and sugar into your water/cedevita/radenska do wonders. Yes you will see people running here at 12/1pm but dont even think about it. Even if youre running in the shade the humidity can really fuck you up. And for the love of god, because our helicopters have to rescue tourists almost every week, if youre a tourist and decide to go hiking in the alps; 1) consult with a local on the difficulty and timing of the climb (if youre not used to climbing it WILL take you longer than the marked path). 2) DO NOT start a hike after 7.30am. I dont care if it takes an hour to get up if you dont know the trail DO NOT start any later than 7.30am you never know what can happen. 3) wear sunscreen and cover the back of your neck and shoulders atleast with something thin. It doesnt matter if youre high up and its cooler the sun will beat your ass. Actually just always wear sunscreen the number of lobster red brits I've seen here is alarming. 4) please dont use literal shopping bags as a backpack. Please. 5) use. proper. footwear. I saw countless tourists climbing in flip flops. The rocks are hard and sharp and the terrain is harsh on your unprotected ankles you fucking dumbasses. Overall I do not recommend hiking right now but if you must atleast take the bare minimum precautions and stop using our emergency rescue as a taxi service because you decided to go on a 4h climb in flip flops and with a liter of water.

I don’t understand what people get out of making fun of those who are worried about these upcoming heat waves. Like of course people who live up north who have never experienced these temperatures will not know how to deal with it. People WILL die due to heat exposure because they don’t have the means or knowlege on how to keep their house cool.

 I don’t understand how it’s your first instinct to make fun of mothers who are concerned because their toddlers are suffering due to heat  and not offering some advice if you’re someone living in a country where temperatures above 35C are normal. It’s just gross and insensetive and I don’t understand why people are like this.

[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

*Halloween* Revenge. (Part 2 to 'Addiction') (Gerard Way x Reader)

Request: a user on Wattpad: ‘Band member: Gerard way/Prompts: 12,17,16,’

Prompt 12: Haunted house

Prompt 16: Graveyard

Prompt 17: Sweaters

Note: This takes place in the first week after the bonfire in ‘Addiction’, where they burnt Gerard’s sweaters.

“Gerard, baby, you aren’t actually serious about this, are you?” you questioned, your face displaying a mixture of concern and amusement.

“I’m dead serious,” he replied, not even bothering to look up at you as he continued packing the two hundred plaques into a briefcase, “Dead, just like my babies.” He sniffed and harshly slammed the lid of the briefcase down, clasping it and giving you a small frown.

You sighed, feeling a headache forming at the top of your head. “Gerard, you’re being ridiculous.”

“No,” he snarled, frowning harder, “what’s ridiculous is the fact that you forcefully took my babies from me, made me watch as you murdered them, and now you’re trying to stop me from giving them a proper goodbye!”

“Gerard,” you said slowly, steadily growing fed up with this absurd sweater nonsense; the entire thing with Gerard had traumatised you so much that you now refused to wear them too, “listen to me. I have no problem with you saying goodbye to them; if it’ll make you feel better, then by all means, go ahead. But you cannot use your family’s entire graveyard plot to do so!”

“Why not?” he sassed, placing his hands on his hips, “The sweaters were my family too!” You rolled your eyes. “More so than some other people,” he eyed you up and down in distaste.

“Baby…” you whined in a final attempt to get him to see the idiocy of what he was about to do, but he held up a hand to silence you while the other one grabbed the briefcase.

“There’s nothing you can say or do to change my mind, (Y/N). Now,” he gathered his car keys and cellphone before heading to the door, “are you coming with or not?”

~

You scrunched your face up in disgust as you trudged your way through the gravelly mud in the graveyard, mentally cursing yourself for wearing your white sneakers rather than black combat boots. Then again, even if you had tried to run upstairs and change your footwear, your angsty boyfriend probably wouldn’t have let you (“WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THAT, (Y/N)! MY BABIES NEED TO BE LAID TO REST!”).

Gerard was worriedly intense about this burial thing he was about to have for the lost sweaters. Since the sweaters were now currently nothing more than a pile of ashes watered into Mikey’s backyard and there was no way each of them could be buried, Gerard had taken the liberty of handcrafting a memory plaque for every single one of those damned things. Then, he decided that he had to place all of them in an actual graveyard because apparently, they deserved to have a proper funeral the way that humans did. What’s more, he insisted on using the Way family’s burial plot, meaning that when he, Mikey or any member of their family died, they would have to be buried next to the plaques of fucking sweaters.

The moon was bright tonight, and offered illumination throughout the entire graveyard. You hugged your jacket closer over your cold skin and shivered as you made your way over to Gerard, who was kneeling and digging a small hole with his hands, for the first plaque.

You heard him start to mumble some sort of eulogy, and you had to put your fist in your mouth and bite on it to keep from laughing. Slipping your phone out from your pocket, you snapped a few pictures and made a short video as he took out the plaque dedicated to the pale pink sweater.

“You were my favourite,” he sighed, swallowing the lump in his throat and fighting to keep back the tears, “And I will always love you,” he sniffled and put the plaque in the soil; you rubbed his back sympathetically.

After about the fiftieth plaque was planted, you had stopped keeping track of time. But when Gerard had eventually finished, it was close to 4am. You hadn’t even realised, because you had fallen asleep against a nearby oak tree; you jumped when Gerard gently shook you awake.

“Oh, hi,” you yawned, stretching your limbs that had lost feeling, “you all done?”

He nodded solemnly, a sad look in his beautiful eyes. “They can all rest in peace now.”

“Sure they can, baby,” you cooed, bringing him into your chest and hugging him tightly, “sure they can.”

~

It was three days after the ‘burial’, and Gerard was doing considerably well. The first two days were spent bawling his eyes out in front of the TV with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s, but yesterday, it was like a flip was switched, and he went back to normal.

Or at least that’s what you thought.

“Baby, what are we doing for date night?” you called out to your boyfriend as you lounged on the sofa, scrolling through channels.

“I have something special planned,” he smirked, walking over and kissing you.

“Oh,” you mumbled against his lips, smiling before deepening the kiss. “And what is it?”

“You’ll see. Grab your jacket.”

~

“NO!” you screamed, turning practically everyone’s heads, “NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! GERARD, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

“Hmm,” he furrowed his eyebrows and tapped his chin in mock thought, “that sounds really familiar, don’t you think?”

Your breathing got deeper. “Please, don’t do this. If this is about the sweaters, then I’m sorry, okay!”

He shrugged, unperturbed. “I’m sure you are. Now.”

“Look, you can get revenge on me anyway you want – but please, for the love of God, don’t make me go in there!” your voice came out urgent as you pointed a shaky finger in the direction of the haunted house at the Halloween carnival.

“Calm down,” he rolled his eyes, placing a arm around your waist, “I’ll be there the whole time. I just think you deserve to be scared a bit, considering you ruined my life less than a week ago.”

“You-you’ll be there the entire time?” you toyed nervously with his leather jacket, “You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

~

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” you let out an ear-piercing scream as you felt your ankle get grabbed. Continuing to shriek, you violently kicked at the demon attacking you, while Gerard simply strolled next to you, undisturbed.

He opened a door to the right of you, and held it open so that you could scurry inside, which you did – at lightning speed. Which, in retrospect, probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do. There was a clown sitting in the armchair on the opposite side of the room, and after you screamed yet again, you backtracked out of the room, running down the hallway in search of your boyfriend.

You couldn’t find him, and you started to freak out. You could feel your heart thumping against your chest as you continued to sprint around the house. You caught a glimpse of black hair through the murky window, and you approached it; once you saw what – or who – it was, you let out a gasp, a twang of betrayal coursing through you.

Gerard was standing on the opposite side of the window – outside – and when you saw him, you blew you a kiss and shot you a wink.

“Payback is a bitch,” he mused before turning around and trotting away, leaving you screaming, alone in the horror-filled house.

_______________________________

Thank you for reading x

[vab-universe]

First Date Endeavors

Since for some reason everyone loves to pair Enji Todoroki with young readers (ok, I get it, cuz like, Enji is zaddy af. And he’s definitely sugar daddy material.) Buuut I’d love to see this middle aged man with an age appropriate woman who can meet him where he’s at, challenges him and isn’t calling him daddy 😩😩™️ the minute he looks at her sideways (although I meeeannn- I probably definitely would!) Character is an OC with her own back story so if y’all want a self insert I’m sowwy.

“I still can’t believe you have a date.” Fuyumi marveled as she adjusted her father’s collar.

“Gee, thanks Fuyumi.” Enji shot back, rolling his eyes. “Am I that repulsive?”

“Of course not, Dad! It’s just...well...I guess I never really saw you as the dating type. This lady must really be something special if you reached out to me.”

“She certainly left that impression on me.”

“Well,” Fuyumi stepped back to assess her handy work. “I think you’re gonna leave an impression on her once she gets a look at you tonight.”

A blush burned Enji’s cheeks. He damn sure hoped So. He’d always prided himself on having good style. Especially with his build making it so difficult to find clothes. Even so, his knowledge of Italian suits and French footwear, couldn’t make up for the fact that he hadn’t been on a date in over twenty years.

That was where Fuyumi came in. After convincing his dumbfounded daughter that he had, indeed, asked a woman out on a proper date, she’d jumped at the chance to help him pick out something to wear.

Now he stood in a deep burgundy blazer which Fuyumi had paired with a camel colored button down and dark denim dress jeans. He didn’t think he looked too bad; If anything, he was a bit too casual for his taste. Jeans? This was a date after all. But Fuyumi insisted the relaxed spin was more ‘hip’ and she had styled it well so, he decided to roll with it.

“So, where are you guys going, anyway?”

“That sushi place just outside of town. You know the one-“

“Ohh! With the good roasted eel?” Fuyumi’s steel grey eyes lit up. “I love that place!”

“I think she will too.” Enji replied as he straightened his jacket.

“I know she will.” Fuyumi stole a glance at her phone screen. “You better get goin’, Dad, you said you’d pick her up at eight right?”

“Right, right...” Enji replied, angling his head to the right to examine his outfit in the full length mirror.

He frowned. Something was off. “You know, on second thought, I think the jacket is too much. Do you think the jacket is too much?”

“What? No way. It pulls the outfit together—makes you look distinguished.”

“Tch. Distinguished.” Enji scoffed. “Just another word for old. Is this cologne too strong?”

Fuyumi crossed her arms. She couldn’t help the amused smile that was working it’s way onto her face. For the first time in her life, she was witnessing her capable, strong willed father getting nervous.

Grimcing, Enji went on to explain his concern: “That little blonde brat; Sho’s...friend, said I smelled like...old man.”

“Dad,” Fuyumi interjected, “You’re not old, you smell good, and you look great. You’re gonna be fine. Just be yourself. If this lady didn’t like you, she wouldn’t have said yes.”

She shot him a reassuring smile. Her optimistic expression easing his nerves.

“Ok,” he sighed, regaining his composure. This time, when he looked back into the mirror, he stared at his reflection head on, determination burning in his blue eyes. He squared his shoulders.

“Ok. You’re right. I’m Endeavor. I can do this...But maybe this watch is too flashy-

“Dad, go!”

Minutes later, Enji’s driver was chauffeuring him to the other side of town to pick up his date. Usually, driving or being chauffeured was cathartic for the busy pro-hero. One of the few quiet moments he could steal to himself. But with the reality of his date being right around the corner, the burly man couldn’t stop jittering.

With his chin resting in his hand, Enji gazed out the window at the blurred lights and flashing colors of town, not really seeing. He was far too deep in his thoughts to decipher anything else.

This is ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous.

Was one of the many thoughts running through the pro hero’s mind as his driver chauffeured him to his date’s house.

No you’re not. Let’s look at your minuscule track record with relationships: There’s your kids, two of which barely speak to you. The son you killed. And your ex wife who just recently worked up the courage to see you face to face after eleven years.

“Ugh,” he groaned, massaging his temple. “Enji, You big fool, just go home. You’re only going to waste this woman’s time.”

“We’re here Todoroki-San.”

“Dammit.”

No turning back now, you idiot. Just try not to fuck this up.

Straightening his jacket, Enji leaned his head back against the cool leather seats in an attempt to temper his thoughts. A deep, burdened sigh escaped him. He was Endeavor. The number one hero. He didn’t run from things, least of all a simple dinner date.

“I can do this.”

With one last attempt at a half hearted pep talk, Enji stepped into the cool summer night and jogged up to Hanabi Namiha’s door.

When she opened it, he felt his heartbeat kick into overdrive.

“Hi handsome.” She smiled.

The bluenette bombshell was the embodiment of sex appeal.

Instead of the elegant French bun she had worn at his agency, Her silver streaked azure hair now tumbled around her shoulder. Her simple black dress hugged her voluptuous body, showing off a pair of toned arms, and teasing a hint of cleavage; while the purple suede heels she wore emphasized her short shapely legs. No pep talk in the world could have prepared Enji for how stunning she looked

“Ha-Hello Hanabi-San.”

God. You can’t even make it through a greeting without sounding like a dumb ass.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He managed.

“Thank you. You clean up pretty nice yourself, Endeavor.” She winked.

As Enji ushered his date into the car, he stole a glance at what was wiggling under the curve hugging dress Namiha was wearing.

He couldn’t help but think what a...handful it would be to handle in the bedroom—and how he would gladly rise to the challenge if given the opportunity.

Once Enji slid in next to her, he tapped the partition signaling for his driver to take them to the restaurant.

“Champagne?” He offered, motioning to the ice bucket set up in the center.

“Please.”

Thank god, she gave him an excuse to drink without looking like a lush. He filled both of their flutes.

Enji studied his date as her face lit up in the blurred lights of the city.

She looked contemplative. Gazing unseeingly at her drink as she swirled it around in her flute.

This proud and boisterous woman who had come into his office, moving with such confidence and grace. Now she was still and calm with that quiet elegance that had caught his eye when he first met her.

There was just something about her. He felt as if he could study her for a lifetime, and never figure that “something” out.

After a thoughtful pause ,Namiha perked up.

“Let’s toast.” She proposed suddenly, turning in her seat to face Enji. Her azure eyes sparkled with such excitement, that he found himself smiling at her enthusiasm.

“What’s the occasion?” Enji asked with a sip of his drink.

“Hmm,” she leaned towards him. “To something new with someone new.”

His smile grew wider. “Hear, hear.”

The two clinked glasses and chugged their drinks merrily.

“So,” Namiha propped her knees up on the seat. She shot him a sly smile. “Is this how the great Endeavor prepares for a fight?”

“No,” Enji raised his brows at her. “This is how The great Endeavor prepares himself for his first date in twenty years.”

“Oh thank god, you’re in the same position as me.” Namiha sighed. Her features relaxing. “I was so nervous about tonight, I actually called my daughters for pointers.” She giggled.

Enji chuckled. “I asked my daughter to help me get ready for tonight.”

“So, we’re equally hopeless, huh?” Namiha asked as she fixed herself another drink.

“I prefer the term; out of practice, but yes, it appears so.” Enji replied, tilting his drink towards her.

“Well then,” she looked him over, “I guess we can practice together.”

A half smile graced his lips as he gazed back at his date. “Promise?”

As the couple stared at one another, something unspoken hung in the air between them. Nerve wracking, exciting and hopeful all at once.

“We’re here, Todoroki-San.”

The driver announced as the car halted.

There was definitely no turning back now.

[middletonmunk19-blog]

Varied Sorts Of Ghosts By Sean M.Clarke

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[themartinsguide]

Mainland Greece

14 - 23 May 2017 Mainland Greece (less Athens) has been wonderful for the most part, surprising at other times, and occasionally a little distressing. The scenery, history and culture have been as wonderful as we assumed they would be, and Nafplio was an extremely pleasant surprise. However, the roads (less the magnificent toll roads) have been on a par with Vietnam (not a compliment), as has the driving, and the general malaise in the towns, especially Athens and Thessaloniki, has been upsetting. With a reasonably short time frame in which we wanted to cover off sites in north, central and southern Greece (the Peloponnese), we decided that another rental car, although considerably more expensive, was the best way to achieve our ambitious and tightly choreographed timeframe. Having spent the night in the Athenian port of Piraeus, after an extremely pleasant ferry from Santorini spent sunbathing, reading and enjoying the island views, we arrived at the Hertz office promptly after opening. A Citroen C1, with a lusty 1300cc power pack under the bonnet, was to be our quadriga of choice - "Hog 9.0". Although we found the toll roads to be slightly more expensive than anticipated (or more accurately that there were toll roads), we came to the conclusion that an average speed of 140km/hr on effectively unpolished roads was a good deal for the occasional 3 Euro. The rest of the roading system left a little to be desired though, as we were to discover on a number of "James' Specials" - more on that later. Greeks also appear to take the Vietnamese attitude towards road rules, i.e. less is more. Unfortunately, this becomes slightly more concerning when confronted with large European cars barrelling the wrong way down one-way streets, as opposed to nippy little scooters. Hog 9.0 did the job though (with some skilful navigation from Hannah, despite a flat tyre somewhere on the west coast of Greece and some diabolical blind spots, and we successfully completed our ambitious road trip - with a bonus rest day! Covering off approximately 2000km in 9 days, we were on a mission to see as much of Greece as possible. The first day was a double header, en-route from Athens to some weird little town at the base of Mt Olympus, in which we visited Delphi and Thermopylae. Delphi, primarily focused on the Sanctuary of Apollo with an adjoining museum, was an amazing start to our grand tour. Perched on the edge of a steep valley, the paths lead you up past the ruins of the votives and offerings from Greek city states celebrating great victories or just their own awesomeness, through the Temple of Apollo and the Dionysian Theatre, to the hilltop stadium overlooking them all. Having spent a couple of hours wandering the sights, Hog 9.0 took us on a slight detour to the battleground of Thermopylae. James, not willing to let the adjoining highway ruin his anticipated viewing, regaled Hannah with the history of the battle, and she was deeply impressed by his explanation of how the Spartans (and Thespians) used the ground to their advantage. Another hour of toll road speeding saw us arrive at the base of Mt Olympus, thoroughly unprepared for our ascent the next day. Mt Olympus is almost 3000m high, but is regularly hiked in summer (over two days) by people wearing boots and owning waterproof jackets. As we were hiking it in early spring, had sent our boots home (to save baggage costs on budget Euro airlines), and only possessed one genuinely water-resistant jacket (James'), we figured it would be best if we went up and down in one day. Strapping on our trusty sneakers (which are a little battered after 5 months), and with a backpack full of key hiking essentials like salami sandwiches and almonds, we set off up the trail. To be fair, in summer the summit would be totally attainable as the track is maintained and extremely easy to follow, and the views down the valleys were spectacular. To top it off, there are these wonderful European 'refuges' along the route which are actually hostels with restaurants attached. Refuge A at 2000m is just above the tree line, and the point at which we decided our hike should culminate. The weather had closed in significantly, and with visibility at 50m, heavy rain falling, snow underfoot, and lacking proper maps or a compass (Google maps and an IPhone do not count) we decided to turn around at this point (after a short break to dry out of our shoes by the roaring fire). Although we felt we could have pushed on, and the refuge manager was quite confident the path was not blocked by snow, any enjoyment was going to be short lived by 5 hours in the driving rain, in inadequate footwear and clothing. So buoyed up by an espresso each (DOC is really missing a trick here - James would have traded Hannah in for an espresso at this point) we headed back down the trail. En-route we had to make way for three donkeys and their donkey herder (probably not the official term) who had been ferrying essential stores, like espresso, up to the refuge. Defeated by the Olympian gods, with Hannah soaked through (James' jacket wouldn't have fitted), but extremely pleased with our awesome hike, we set off for Thessaoniki... ...which we speak of with a touch of disappointment... Lonely Planet owes us two days and 500km because it's description of Thessaloniki appeared to stem from when the original authors backpacked through the town sometime in the 70's. Thessaloniki could be more accurately described as the poster-child for Greece post-2008. Our AirBnB apartment was on the fringe of the city, but was ringed by graffiti covered abandoned buildings, rubbish filled streets and shuttered shops. Although the city has a fascinating history, which we discovered on a self-created walking tour of the cities monuments and museums, including the empty (actually) 2000 year old Roman forum, the rest of the city appeared to have given up, and only appeared to rouse itself for an anti-austerity/EU strike and protest, led by the Communists and Anarchists (we believe the irony was lost on them). This apathy was emphasised when we (James) decided to drive the short distance into the CBD, despite a general consensus on travel websites that this was a terrible idea, and we discovered that the people of Thessaloniki scorn parking rules like nowhere else we have been to. The following manoeuvres appeared totally legitimate: double parking in such a way that other cars parked in legitimate roadside parks are completely blocked in (we discovered this was fairly common throughout Greece); triple parking that blocks in the double parkers and reduces two lanes of traffic to less than one (but turning on your hazard lights to indicate you're coming back before your battery wears down in three days time); parking on corners inside intersections; approaching 4 way intersections as a battle for domination; and (bizarrely) slamming on the brakes in order to let any pedestrian cross randomly at all points of the street except pedestrian crossings. This brief foray into Greek urban parking was discarded when Hannah yelled something along the lines of "get me out of here!" (with a few more expletives) and then spent the drive back to our less than salubrious accommodation muttering comments about murder and justifiable homicide. With the northern section of our speed-Greece tour safely concluded, it was off to Meteora for the second part of our central Greece segment (Delphi and Thermopylae being the first). On the way, we decided to swing via Pella and Vergina, the birthplace of Alexander the Great and location of the tomb of Phillip II respectively. Pella had a lovely museum (thanks to the EU) but appeared to have done very little since Alexander the Great died. The tomb of Phillip II at Vergina was one of the more spectacular underground experiences of our travels though. Discovered in the late 19th century AD, Phllip II's tomb has been spared the ravages of tomb raiding, and although you can only view the grand entrance after descending three stories underground, it was extraordinary to be in the presence of undisturbed relics from 2300 years ago, buried to mourn the death of a man who would unite Greece under Macedonian rule, and who's son would conquer most of the known world and some of the unknown world. We have been having a few of these rather humbling experiences, but this was definitely a highlight. Meteora consists of six monasteries perched atop karst rocks, set amongst a landscape resembling Krabi or Cappadocia, and accessible by varying numbers of steps hewn into the rock face. Arriving mid afternoon, we decided to get our bearings by running up the side of one of these rocks. Our legs were a little unimpressed, a number of hiking tourists were a little bemused, but we did get some fantastic views as the sun was setting. Having only allocated a morning to viewing the monasteries, we decided to pick two as we blithely assumed they would be a little repetitive after that. This decision was made easier by two of the six being closed on the day we were visiting, one being very accessible (and therefore deemed beneath us), and a fourth being deemed "looks rubbish" by James. So we settled on The Monastery of Great Meteron and The Monastery of the Holy Trinity which were undeniably spectacular, and complemented each other well. The Monastery of Great Meteoron is the largest, the oldest, and comes replete with a mini-museum, gift shop and wonderful views back over the the town of Kalabaka and the other five monasteries. The Monastery of the Holy Trinity is much smaller, with a steep, winding staircase (thereby putting off the tour groups), and sweeping views in the opposite direction back towards the Great Meteoron. It was time to hit the road just before lunch, as we had a short 6 hour nip down to the Peloponese and Olympia ahead of us. Hog 9.0 let us down however, and our 6 hour nip turned into an 8 hour marriage test. As Hannah accelerated heavily away from a toll booth, the unmistakable 'thump, thump, thump' of a flat tyre rattled the car (there had been some earlier, brief exchanges about the state of the tires and some foreboding concerns about the fullness of one in particular). After a quick and forthright exchange of views as to where Hannah should pull over, and a second or two of frosty silence, we proceeded to change the tyre with the lighting efficiency of an F1 pit crew. The tricky question of our follow up action on a Friday afternoon in Greece quickly concerned us, as we had no cellphone, no Greek language skills, and no desire to cover another 1000km over rubbish Greek roads on a spacesaver tyre. We did however have a Hertz roadmap, with an arrow pointing at Patra (the nearest city to us and pretty much en-route) indicating the presence of a Hertz office. We decided the best thing to do was head for the nearest Hertz office, and beg for a solution (at one hopeful moment we imagined a new car coming our way) before Greece closed down for the weekend (after all it was already Friday afternoon and it appears that siestas are still very much a thing). Surmising that the Hertz arrow was pointing at the coast, and agreeing that car rental companies were likely to be near the port, we set off on our exploration, commenting that this really took us back to the 90's before wifi capable mobile phones. After three or four laps of a number of city blocks, and some blatantly incorrect directions from one gentleman, we rolled in triumphant to Hertz Patra. The Hertz Patra office manager was less chuffed to see us though, as we were quite clearly going to require him to do some work so close to the weekend. We are not convinced that the retread conducted at the garage around the corner for 20 Euros, which we were directed to after a couple of agitated phone calls, was strictly Hertz policy, as it was conducted sans paperwork and we had to ask for a receipt (which by Greek law must be provided). Still for 20 Euros and 45 minutes we weren't complaining, and we arrived in Olympia in time for a quick evening jog very near to the track on which the original Olympians used to race. Very cool. Olympia, as the name suggests, was the home of the Ancient Olympic Games, conducted every four years (regardless of rain, earthquakes or war) between representatives from various city-states and the Romans (after a while). The area, surprisingly to us, did not just consist of a big old stadium, but was actually a vast sanctuary (complex) primarily focused on the worship of Zeus. This somewhat lengthened our (planned) visiting time, particularly as James insisted on posing on the starting line inside the stadium (to Hannah's eternal embarrassment - you'd think she'd be used to this behavior by now), and Hannah insisted on going to the Museum of the History of the Ancient Olympics, which turned out to be extremely interesting and explained all the events in some detail. Hannah was unimpressed that women weren't even allowed to watch the Olympics Games, on pain of death. James pointed out that at least they held a separate women's competition. Moving on. Leaving Olympia, James decided to ignore Google maps recommended coastal route, in favour of a secondary road indicated on the Hertz map, that cut directly across the Peloponese to Nafplio, our next destination. Confidently telling Hannah that he was pretty sure Google was wrong (because that's how they make all their money) he was somewhat frustrated when the start of the road was fenced off. Deciding that perhaps it was just this section, we followed a country road until we intercepted the road again. However this section of the road, while accessible, had been de-paved (presumably to stop morons like James deciding to take it anyway - this notion was quickly disabused by Hannah), and we can only assume that Grecian austerity measures had doomed James' preferred route. However, by this point we were 35km into the centre of the Pelopennese, so we pushed on with our country roads, and through a combination of aggressive acceleration, and sheer determination, reached Napflio only 30 - 60 minutes later than Google had predicted. Hannah grew quite tired of James' obviously forced enjoyment of the scenery as we endured switchback after switchback on one lane gorge roads. Originally we had planned to spend two nights camping just outside Nafplio, with our final night before Athens in a guesthouse near Corinth. Nafplio was wonderful, and our camping supplies were limited, so we ended up camping for one night near Nafplio and then staying in a fantastic little hotel inside Nafplio. We had lugged a two-person tent through our travels in anticipation of camping opportunities in Europe, but had up to this point discovered that hotels and Air BnBs were so reasonable, and tent grounds so randomly located, that it had been uneconomical. But Triton II Camping promised beaches, power, facilities, and all within 12km of Nafplio, at half the price of a decent hotel room. However once we had factored in the cost of petrol, the inability to make our own tea and coffee, the mankiness of the beach and the general inconvenience of not being in a hotel, we retreated back to a hotel after our night. Still, at least we can say we used the tent. Nafplio was also far too lovely to be missed out on. Originally planning to use it just as a base to visit Mycenae and the Theatre of Epidaurus, we decided to squeeze in a "weekend day" just to enjoy the town. The Old Town was the most beautiful we have been to in Greece (except maybe Santorini), the walks (or runs in our case) around the coastline and up to the hilltop castle(s) were spectacular, our hotel 'Pension Asimoni' was one of favourites in the semi-budget category, and there was a great gym called 'Lions Power' run by the friendly Mario. To make it better, we got to the Theater of Epidaurus first one morning, and got to enjoy it in silence (except for us testing the acoustics) before the perennial tour groups turned up, and we had a very interesting couple of hours exploring the ruins of Ancient Mycenae. We were extremely sad to leave Nafplio, but Athens was calling, with a little detour via Corinth en-route.

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What I know about Chinchillas

Chinchillas, that creature that God made when he was trying to make an original species and mixed a Rabbit and a Squirrel, but to make it more special, he gave them the softest fur in the world.

Unfortunately, Chinchillas are usually described as “low mainteinance” pets, along with rabbits, hamsters, mice, rats and the like just because they are small and live in cages.

While, in reality, I’d categorize as “medium maintenance” pets. I mean, you dont have to wake up at 8am to give them a walk or be worried they are scratching your couch or plotting to murder you while you sleep, but they are far from boring and require a lot more of care than “refill water and food bowls once every week, clean cage once it starts to smell” Plus, they live for 10 years or more. So you’d better have that in mind before getting one.

For starters, the cage needs to be huge. More tall than wide, because they are jumpy and like to have many stories within their cage. This is because they are native to the Andes, in South America. So youd better have that in mind when giving them their cage and making its setup. Wich should be... A lot of stories, their food bowl, hay rack, water bottle, and a couple of hiding holes and small houses. From there, you can expand it as much as you want. Put some bridges! More platforms and perches! Boxes! Etc. Basically, if its non-toxic and cant give them problems when ingested, go for it. It’ll make a good enrichment. Or theyll give it a good 2 second sniff and forget about it forever.

And Wood. Cardboard. But most importantly; wood. Your cage can’t be finished without some good chews. It’s not just because they chew the cage bars and wont let you sleep. But they are rodents, that means their teeth are always growing, and if they cant chew they’d die. And i dont mean in they “#omg #im dead” kinda way. Since their teeth are always growing, they’ll eventually won’t be able to close their mouth and if they manage to survive for longer, their teeth can reach their skulls and break in to the eyes and brain.

Speaking of teeth, they have to be yellow-brownish, and no, they are not dirty, don’t worry about that. All rodents have colured teeth.

And speaking of body parts. Male chinchillas have extremely long penis.  And they clean it regularly, they succ their own dik. All the way to the bottom. So unless you cant really explain your innocent child what a Penis is, don’t get a Male. Males may get hair rings in their peens, that are... well, hair rings around it, they are painful and very very bad, so if you notice anything wrong with the downparts of your Chin, take a look at it.

They also do better in pairs or in small herds of 3-4 individuals, but if you dont have a life and you have all the time in the world to try fill the social void of your chinchilla, you can try. But yeah, try to keep at least two in the same cage. Just dont introduce a new chinchilla to the one you have without a proper introduction or they’ll fight eachother. I am not experienced with introductions, but I am sure you can find a good guide or ask someone who has experience.

You want a cuddly pet? Chinchillas are not for you. They tolerate some soft petting, and love cheek and neck scritches, but they generally dont like to be held of hugged.

Since chinchillas are pretty energetic, they need to get out of their cage at least 30 minutes every day, personally, I spend from 30 minutes to 1 hour and a half every day with my Chin

Make sure the room is Chinchilla-proofed. And when you think you have it, check again.

These lil shits will jump, scutter and try to make trouble. They chew wires, leather purses, footwear, foam, paper, including wallpaper, cardboard, sometimes plastic and metal, too. I caught mine chewing the walls stucco after he ripped some of the wallpaper off. They are small, and most of their mass is fur, so they can fit in most holes and spaces in your room. Dont be deceived. Their fluff lies.

On top of that they will use any and everything to get to the higher ends of the room. Nice shelf you have there, mind if I jump on your shoulder, then on to your desk and THEN parkour my way to it in less than 2 seconds? 

What about the bathroom? you ask. Be prepared for them to take a stroll on your sink and in to you bathtub or shower, don’t forget to close the toilet seat and keep all your cleaners and dangerous stuff off from their tiny paws, and then, check again.

They are born troublemakers.

Ok, play time is over. Now what? How do I make them come back to the cage?

There is a method I Call P&P. Patience and Peanuts.

Step 1 Keep your treats in a jar. And give them some of those treats every once in a while, for about the first week or two after you brough them in to your home. In this period of time they wont get play time. And if they are already used to playtime, sorry buds, you gotta learn this first.

They’ll eventually associate Noise of jar opening = Treats

Now you are good to go.

Step 2

Patience. The first play times may be longer than youd expect. Maybe 2 hours, maybe 3. Whys this? Chinchillas dont really like to be inside their tiny cage and would rather spend all their time in this new place they can jump, run and play. But, maybe sometimes, theyll return to their cage. Thats fine. Do not close the door.

They need to understand that just because they are inside the cage, you are not going to stop play time.

Wait for this to happen the more the better. If they dont run off as soon as you approach the cage, you can give them a treat through the bars, you want the door space free.

Once you are bored and a long time has passed, you chins feel they can go inside and out all they want, wait for them to step inside If you are in a super hurry, try to encourage them with treats or gentle hand movements.

Then, once inside, reward them, use this distraction to close the door.

Step 3

Repeat untill... well, a month of so.

Step 4

Now stand next to the spot you give them the treats and open the jar. You should now have your chins inside the cage ready to be given the treats.  Close the door and reward.

Step 5 Youve successfully trained your chinchillas to come when called by the sound of a jar of treats.

Theres obviously more methods, but this is the one I use, mostly because it just developed naturally.

After playtime, they need to rest and do other chinchilla things. You? you have to clean after them. Chinchillas pee inside the cage usually in a set spot, but they poo everywhere. On your bed, on your chair, your desk, your everything where they have been. They are poo machines, they dont stink and they are hard, so they are not too gross, but its still poo, so... clean it, please.

Talking about personal hygene, Chinchillas need Dust/Sand baths At the very LEAST once a Week. two or three are preferred. And no, not normal sand nor dust will do, it has to be Chinchilla Dust or Chinchilla Sand because their skin is fragile and HAS to be specific for chinchillas. Yes or Yes.

Oh, ok, why don’t i leave the dust/sand inside the cage so they can bath whenever they want? Because:

A) If they bath too much, their skin will dry and will occasionate troublesome dermal illnesses

B) Sometimes they pee and poo in there. And they will roll in it. Ew.

Please dont leave the sand bath in.

They don’t usually spend a lot of time bathing, 10 minutes will be enough. Or... when they get bored. The Bathtub needs to be sturdy enough so when they roll, it wont get topped, thats it. Top cover for reduced sand spreading is optional, it works, but you will still get sand everywhere around your chin.

Also, beware, even if you put a little bit of sand or dust, it will go floof and up in to the air, and then, down in to your floor/clothing/whatever.

If you are allergic to dust or have respiratory issues wear a mask or something if your Chin likes to make a mess.

To clean the “bathtub” you can scoop the poop and the unusual pee with something and re-use the sand untill you notice it is getting clumped or dirty.

Alright, day one is over, you head to sleep. Its 5am. Dead quiet. The lights are off, you are in your sweetest dream, eating a pizza. And then, when you least expect it, Hell breaks loose, delivering to your ears, the roar of 100 demons. Adorable little demons

They are not dying, they are scared of... something. If you just got your Chin it’s most likely the new enviroment and all the new stuff. Mine has been with me for a year and something now and while he doesn’t bark as much, sometimes he gives me a small heart attack when I’m in bed. Once a month, maybe, they don’t do this often.

And finally, let me reiterate:

They are smarter than what you may think.

Don’t let them decieve you.

Those bug eyed, big eared, fluffy little creatures know what to do, and how to do so that they always win.