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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 3 years ago

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if you have a question about aussie slang, for a fic or whatevs, please just ask i don't know all of it, but we do have some fun words and sayings that are day to day statements

esp. the more rural you go

not everyone has the full accent though, because you do get a lot of pressure at work to come across... professional or whatever.

the only one i've never been sure of being an Actual Phrase, or if it Became A Phrase after popularisation on a tv show, is "Stone the Flaming Crows" bc a dude from Neighbours used to say it frequently.

examples of day to day stuff i can think of right now

mad as a frog in a sock (angry about something, went off, off the shits)

mad as a cut snake (usually means 'they're nuts', but can also mean they exploded with anger, usually contextual)

she'll be right (it's fine - can be a flippant statement, can be reassurance, etc)

drongo / galah - (idiot, not very smart, wanker, etc)

dunny = toilet

thunderbox/outhouse / long-drop - usually outdoor toilet

dry as a nun's nasty / dry as a dead dingo's donger (I am thirsty, or It Is Hot AF/we need rain so bad)

chuck a u-ey (do a u-turn)

Oi! (Hey I want your attention/i was surprised, general exclamation, stop that, you are in a lot of fucking trouble mate - depends on the tone of voice and volume) like "OI!" says aunty ruth has just found her dentures in jello and she knows you did it, etc

Bugger off (go away, or sometimes a statement of disbelief)

Yeah nah /Nah yeah (can mean yes, no or maybe depending on what was said directly before the statement)

you cant pull the wool over my eyes - you can't lie to me like that / i can see you are not telling the truth

shut your gob / put a sock in it / put a cork in it - (shut up / shut the FUCK up / close your mouth or i will shut it for you) depends on tone

Ya wally (you idiot)

Roo = kangaroo

o = can be affixed to anything to shorten it at the servo - gone to the service station, arvo - afternoon, smoko - morning tea, bottlo - where the grog is

goon/goonsack - wine in a box

grog - alcohol

stubbie - beer, ususally

boardies - board shorts

rashie - swimming shirt,

slip, slop, slap - ancient proverb for avoiding sunburn. singing pelican.

thongs - footwear

sheila = female / woman, don't hear this a lot at the moment tbh except in certain contexts or from specific people

'Getting rowdy' = things are heating up, people are riled up, a fight is about to/has just broken out, etc.

DJ's like a mad cunt = one very specific meme about a bad PM we had like 10 years ago. i can't tell you how many PM's ago, it's been game of thrones here lmao

Beyond the black stump / Out whoop-whoop / references to timbuktu (quite a distance away)

strewth!/crickey!/bloody hell - (exclamation of surprise, expletive replacement, etc)

flat out like a lizard drinking (tired / drunk / exhausted / sleeping)

pull a harry holt - (I've heard a dozens variations of this one, it means Go Missing / Disappear, often used as a joke. PM Holt went swimming one day and disappeared)

have a stickybeak (to poke your nose in/investigate/look around)

chuck a wobbly/throw a tanty/chuck a tanty/throw a wobbly (throw a tantrum, i have legit never seen anyone successfully deescalate a situation by telling someone not to chuck a wobbly or throw a tanty, go figure lmao)

bogan - (very specific kind of low-income, generally white, people. sort of like rednecks, but with more stereotypical aussie features like a mullet, singlet tops, sunnies, stubbies, etc. tend to fall under the liberal party ideology - who are our republicans... )

ankle-biters / rugrats / little takkers / gremlins / nippers - (kids, usually the littler ones)

tiff - argument, small fight (had a tiff, had a row)

pav = pavlova

piss/whizz/take a piss = going to pee

vegemite - delicious

Kiwi = New Zealander

Banana benders - the disrespectful bs that apparently other states call anyone living in Queensland, the wankers

station - farming areas that have sheep or livestock usually, have farmhands etc.

dole bludger(s) - (anyone on Centrelink, whether they want to be or not, with no other employment. but like, a lot of people on centrelink have a job that does not cover enough and need additional financial supports to meet a minimum wage, or are students or apprentices, etc. there are people who go on centrelink on and off to avoid engaging in the jobseeking stuff, they are the real dole bludgers, but a lot of richer people tend to call anyone on 'welfare' bludgers)

don't you come the raw prawn with me - (do not lie to me / don't try that shit with me, mate / I wasn't born yesterday /etc)

dak/dack - to dack someone is to come up behind them and yank their pants down (or skirts). Often taking out your boxers, too.)

budgie smugglers - (speedoes, male swimwear)

togs/toggs or cozzie (swimwear, any kind. cozzie = costume)

mozzie - (mosquito)

better than a kick up the backside /better than a kick in the arse - (pretty self explanatory, one of those phrases parents use to get slightly hurt kids to start laughing and/or coworkers to commisserate about new work rules, etc)

I wouldn't piss on (name) if they were on fire - (self-explanatory, you hate them, or they're a useless tit or an insufferable person /a suckup etc, and you would gladly hand them a match)

one for the road = getting a drink for the road, usually. can also make a joke of it like, "one last piss for the road" = I'm going to the bathroom before I leave

here's your handbag, what's your hurry - probs not an aussie phrase but a common joke in my family

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So like, there's some words and items from Australian Indigenous culture that often get used wrong in stereotypical characters, like saying 'gone walkabout', using 'cooee', making digeridoo jokes, and making some really uncomfy 'savages' statements can be very disrespectful. You might want to go looking into Australia's fucked up policies and historical (and only recent) situations before starting any arguments about this stuff... in many ways it mirrors the cruelty of american colonisers to native american peoples, etc.

Avoid some phrases. Your character gone to cool their head? He's gone off on to soak his head, or he's on his bike (gone away) but he'll be back... You can use 'Oi, dickhead!'

Please don't mock the names of towns or places, they are often the names from the traditional custodians and inhabitants.

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Random things:

We drive on the left side of the road, driver's side reversed.

More of our cars are automatic than manual. Utes aren't atypical, but bigger vehicles are out in rural areas because more than a few of the rural roads are poorly maintained or dirt, with potholes that yoyo your soul into your body.

If you have a character on a long drive on a non-highway, or rural road: +if you are on a one-lane road and someone is comingthe other way, you both move half-on, half-off; for big vehicles or trucks, you can choose to pull off completely and stop. Just for safety, esp. in rain, fog, mist or late at night. +at one-lane bridges, you have a give way sign on one side. if you want your characters to have a moment of 'pause to look at each other while driving' or 'a quiet moment of reflection', have them wait for another car or truck to pass from the other side. These can be a few metres long, to like, a really long bridge. +They may pass markers that say 'flood level marker' with numbers of 2, 3 or 5 metres. Could be useful to remark on if your fic needs a reason for them to have a crisis. +Bushfire warning signs (from Low to Catastrophic) are frequent +Animal Crossing signs are very frequent, and often have a wildlife rescue number on them +Water restriction signs are in most small towns, they range from levels 1 to 6. This can change what the characters are allowed to do with water in little towns, etc. +You may occasionally find a small servo and one or two houses. +pubs don't open/won't serve alcohol until after 10am. the joke has always been, 'beer on your cornflakes' but you will never be able to actually get that unless you preplanned the night before in your hotel room. +Around dawn and dusk, a lot of animals like hares, kangaroos, wallabies, sometimes echidnas and koalas and little numbat things, and snakes and bushmice will be close to the road. Sometimes dashing across. They do not react logically to cars approaching, and will leap out at random. Hares do this zigzag nonsense. If you need the character to hit the brakes frantically, or swerve, this is a good reason. If you are ever driving here and see an animal on the side of the road, flip lights to low beam, slow down and watch to see how they react. If you can. If there's a truck blaring down on you, you may not be able to.

+Emus are in more rural areas. Echidnas sometimes appear on fringes of towns though.

+Kookaburras are a lovely creature, I have rescued a few and they are nice... but their laugh is very grating when it goes off super early in the morning. They eat snakes (good) and baby birds (not so good).

+Lots of snakes round here. LOTS. Carpet Snakes are pretty common, red-belly black snakes, eastern brown (big danger!!!), whip snakes have declined in my region, keelback snakes, this one black and white banded one we found deceased, etc. Snakes can climb, snakes can SWIM. Putting something that stinks around a campsite MAY help, but not always.

+Never go swimming in a dam you don't own, and that hasn't been checked, and if no one knows where you are. How deep is it? What's on the bottom? How stirred is the water? etc.

+Kangaroos CAN drown you. They have perfected this attack, and will do it to humans, dogs and other pursuers alike. They can also eviscerate you with their hind paws or shatter your ribs with a kick. The 'boxing' they do is exceptionally violent. This seems to surprise people, but like, giraffes can kill each other by slamming their heads into each other, you think a 7 ft swole motherfucking cryptid can't do harm? They can be lovely tho, if they trust you. But DO NOT GO PETTING WILDLIFE.

+Dropbears, austrilanicus vericanthus bitus, are real. We do make jokes about them, but they are a Problem. The pee on yourself thing won't ward them off, that's more about working out which tourists are the most gullible (and if they run with it, the moistest) lmao. Akubras and other thicker-layered headwear,

+We have wild dogs and feral pigs. Do not fuck with the feral pigs, some are HUGE, and no... they're not just pigs who escaped farms, these are MASSIVE motherfuckers who will Get You if they See You. Rustling in the night outside the tent? Good Luck.

+Koalas should not be picked up directly. They have claws, and a lot of them have chamydia. I mean if a character saves one in a fic that's fine I guess, but like... someone's getting antibiotics after that lmao. They are bigger than you think, dumber than you think, and sometimes they have to be chased across a highway with a windscreen cover bc they're not very bright and keep failing to climb metal fences, lmaoooo

+Towns of about 20-30k will have more shops (some franchise, some local owned), servos, fast food places and usually at least two to three shopping centres. Usually small level entertainments like a cinema, or local groups. +Towns with 10-20k, may have one or two major shopping centres, servos (tracks and RVs catered to), possibly a maccas, and the majority of stores will be local-owned. May have a cinema, but not one that has the newest releases. Local council may have more festivals, or 'that one thing they're known for'. +0-10k towns have a small local store, prices usually a bit higher. A servo, often with capacity for trucks. Local festivals. Characters can cop a bit of side-eye in these places, esp. if they don't fit the traditional ideas or are loud/violently american. +Grey nomads are a thing. Old people with fancy caravans who drive So Slow, and move all around aus. Several refused to stop during covid and it was like, WHO DO YOU THNK WE'RE TRYING TO KEEP ALIVE BY STOPPING YOU MOVING THROUGH MULTIPLE TOWNS???

+Some rural areas have legit red dirt, its always super cool to look at. Some places have light brown to dark brown, some have more chalky colours or yellowish dirt. Depends.

+Reminder: Australia has very specific gun laws, if your character/s have weapons then they may need to be sneaky or store them specifically in the vehicle. Although if you're talking about like, mad max type rules, then who cares. But if you have them get into a gun fight in a town, the police will come, etc.

Dunno, just ask if you have a question... just trying to think of random things to paint a picture if you have a character over here for a roadtrip or mission or whatever.

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years ago

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Code: WTF (1/3)

hey, so here’s a little three part fun fic involving fbi agents and russian spies! (with just a little angst) enjoy!

warnings: a small depiction of death, but it’s not super bad

ship: platonic ralbert, platonic spalbert, soon to be sprace

word count: 1927

editing: ofc not

Making decisions, Albert has come to realize, is not his forte. Granted, he’s generally good at helping others make decisions- he’s got that sort of innate way of looking at the whole picture, which is good when you’re trying to help someone sort through different situations. But he can never seem to apply this strong suit to himself.

Like when he was thinking of career paths and he’d spend hours at night staring at his ceiling and wondering whether or not he wanted to commit himself to a world of chance and danger and join the FBI. Because, wow, had that been a dream of his ever since he watched his first James Bond movie at nine years old. There was something thrilling about watching that action- seeing how he could use his sharp problem solving skills for something bigger than himself. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to pledge himself to something that seemed almost like a life sentence, but he also was never one to run from a challenge. So...after a couple years of college and a bachelor’s degree in engineering, he started studying for his Phase I assessment.

It was grueling. The entrance exam was no easy task and it only got harder from there with the ‘Meet and Greet’ and Phase II written assessment. Not surprisingly, though, he had made it through and soon he was off to Quantico, where he was tested against his own willpower for upwards of 21 weeks. It was tough, but he made it through with flying colors.

Shortly after his 28th birthday, on a sunny and almost too hot July morning, he’d been trying not to let a giddy smile spread across his face embarrassingly as Director Larkin swore in his class- awarding them with their badges and credentials. The smile did break through however when Larkin had looked directly at him while speaking of “Those most fit and impressively accomplished” and winked. But he was proud of himself. Sue him.

After the ceremony, Race- his roommate during Quantico whom he’d grown particularly close to- had handed over some suspicious looking store brand lemonade in a shitty, plastic cup and bumped their shoulders together, smiling as he raised his glass. Albert mirrored his grin and clinked their glasses together.

“To the dream.” Race had said, taking a sip.

Albert drank too, and echoed, “To the dream.”

Now, three years later, he’s finding that his bad decision making skills are still very present as he stares at the shelves of brightly colored cereal boxes, trying to decide what he wants this week’s breakfast to be.

As a Senior Special Agent, it’s very serious reconnaissance work.

Just as he’s reaching for a box of Dark Chocolate Crunch Cheerios, Race materializes next to him, looking a little tight around the eyes as he places a couple cans of Progresso soup into their basket.

His movements are calculatedly casual, but Albert knows him well enough to know his stress tells. The way his shoulders are just slightly raised, ready to launch into motion at the first sign of trouble. The tense of his jaw and the slight scrunch of his nose- as if he’s smelling something off. Bad.

“Hey, Al,” Race says, straightening. Even his voice is that sort of forced casual it gets when he’s inwardly freaking out about something, “Do you remember our trip to Morocco?”

A shiver runs down Albert’s spine and he gives himself credit for only hesitating for a moment before recovering. Morocco is their personal code for ‘hey, someone is definitely following us, so we either need to dip or do something about it.’

“The first or second trip?” Albert asks, his words just as rehearsed.

And that’s their follow up code. The first trip means it’s an unknown party; the second trip means it’s someone affiliated with whatever operation they’re currently assigned to.

Really, it’s counterintuitive to even ask, because they haven’t been on any major assignments in nearly a month now. Director Larkin had given them both time off from the big stuff after their last operation had gone decidedly south when they lost a couple of the DEA guys they’d been teamed up with in a surprise shoot-out against the drug corporation they were tasked with bringing down.

It was jarring to say the least, and neither him nor Race complained too much when Larkin had suggested laying low for a while. It was the first time they’d ever lost their own men on a mission and in such a gruesome way. Some arterial blood had sprayed Albert in the face, getting on his tongue and clogging up his nose. He doesn’t remember much after that. Race says he dissociated big time. Albert doesn’t really care. He just knows that he still can’t eat tomato sauce on his pasta, because the red of it still looks too much like--

Yeah, no. Alfredo sauce is a new favorite in the Dasilva-Higgins apartment.

“First trip.” Race says, watching as Albert carefully puts the Cheerios box in the basket.

The sudden feeling of being watched pricks at Albert’s neck and he resists the urge to look behind him.

“When’d you first notice?” Albert asks, dropping his voice lower and motioning for Race to follow him as he moves down the aisle, still trying to look nonchalant as he grabs a random box of Fruity Pebbles. The gun that’s tucked into the waistband of his jeans becomes a noticeable weight against his lower back. It’s a comforting weight, if not a little disconcerting. But that’s basically in their job description.

“On the way here,” Race says, following Albert’s lead and plucking a box of shitty granola bars off a shelf behind them. As long as they look busy, they look normal, “Noticed him walking behind us around the time we passed Suffolk. Was wary, but didn’t think too much of it until I saw him lurking by the bananas while I was getting some apples.”

“Didya get a look at him? Any discernible features?”

Race shrugs, eyes darting over Albert’s shoulder, then to the side, “Not really. Short, I’d stick him around 5’4”? Dark hair and eyes. He’s wearing jeans and a leather jacket, kept his hood up.”

Albert hums, “And you last saw him by produce?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Albert says, “Come on.”

They forgo the rest of their shopping list and hurry to check out, trying to maintain a sort of ostensibly relaxed appearance. Just as they’re leaving the market, turning the opposite way from which they came, Albert’s neck prickles harder. His stomach swoops a little and he hesitates, waiting for the right moment to turn around and grab the collar of the offending party, pulling him into a nearby alley and pushing him against the bricks.

He hears Race curse, but doesn’t look at his field partner as the guy against the wall’s hood falls away. For a moment, Albert’s stunned, instinct falling short as his gaze sweeps over the guys face.

And as shocking as it is, it’s comforting in a way. Because even after eleven years, Albert would know those brown eyes and sharp features anywhere.

His grip on the guy’s collar slackens and he feels his shoulders slump a little, “Spot?”

Spot grins, “Heya, Al.”

XXX

“Wait, so you know our stalker?”

It’s probably the millionth time Race has asked that since they’d dragged Spot back to their apartment on 14th street, taking a few cautionary side roads just in case. Now, they’re gathered in the kitchen, each of them settled in with a beer even though it’s arguably too early to drink.

Whatever, Albert thinks, It’s five o’clock somewhere, right?

Besides, what else are you supposed to do when the guy you’d been best friends with until he allegedly fell off the face of the earth, shows up in your life again by stalking you while you’re grocery shopping.

Yeah, Albert deserves a drink. And he’s technically not on the job right now-- ok, he and Race are always ‘on the job’, but he’ll digress.

“Yup,” Spot answers for Albert, taking a swig of his beer, “best buds since Lindsay Hartman splashed punch on him during ninth grade homecoming, then pushed him into the refreshments table where I was getting a sandwich.”

Race shoots Albert a bewildered look and Albert shrugs, “I was kind of a dick back then and I was going through a gay panic, so I brought her to the dance and then accidentally blurted out that I thought her brother was hotter than her during the slow song and...well, ninth grade wasn’t the best year for me.”

“Clearly,” Race sounds amused, but he’s obviously still too shook up by Spot’s existence to jab Albert too hard.

Albert can’t blame him, either. It’s inherently bizarre to have your current and past best friends standing in the same room after thinking you’d never see one of them again.

“Albert never mentioned you,” Race says, looking at Spot. He’s got his ‘agent face’ on- studiously taking in all of Spot’s mannerisms, while not wavering his gaze from his eyes.

“Wouldn’t expect him to,” Spot says, unbothered, “We lost touch after high school.”

“More like you disappeared unexpectedly and never answered my phone calls or texts and I thought you died, but I couldn’t find anything on you since you were off the fucking grid.” And yeah, maybe Albert’s a little bitter, because he and Spot had been closer than close, but during their second year of college, Spot transferred to some school somewhere in Europe and never spoke to him again.

Spot looks a little guilty now, but he still manages to be the dick Albert always knew him to be and says, “Tomato, tomahto.”

Albert rolls his eyes, “What even happened to you, man?”

“That’s actually what I’m here about,” Spot says. A shadow passes over his face and he suddenly looks sharper- rougher, “I- uh, there’s, uh, some...trouble regarding...things...”

Race and Albert exchange a look and Albert can see the words, well, that’s vague, bouncing around in Race’s head.

“What kind of trouble?” Race asks.

“So,” Spot starts, then stops, shaking his head, “This is a bit of a crazy story, but anyway. I moved right? Overseas? And I ended up, um, getting into a bit of a...situation.”

Wary now, Albert places down his beer and crosses his arms, “What kind of situation?”

“I kind of got recruited by the FSB?”

The shocked silence is almost palpable.

Race recovers first, “The Russian intelligence agency?”

A pause, “Yeah, that’s the one.”

Albert can’t handle this. This is too much. Too weird.

He scrubs a hand over his face, “You do know what I, what we-” he gestures between himself and Race, “-do, right?”

He knows Spot knows. He needs to ask, anyway.

“Yeah.”

“So, you’re telling a couple of FBI guys that you’re part of the FSB?” It sounds weird to Albert’s own ears. He laughs a little, because really, he has to.

“Well...yes.”

“This is fucking weird,” Race states, pointing out the obvious, “Anyway, is there more to your so-called ‘trouble’? Or are you just now realizing the moral wrongness of being an American in the Russian spy network and want some sort of atonement?”

Spot seems to have an internal battle with himself before he mutters something that sounds like ‘fuck it’, “Albert, you’re my next mission. I’m supposed to kill you.”

“Oh,” Albert says, frowning down at his crossed arms. Then, Spot’s words process, “Wait, what!?”

hehehe we love an russian fbi drama

thanks for reading, chiefs

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madonna-la-cardinalessa · 5 years ago

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Another tag by my beautiful friend @tiffany-of-wales which I am glad to do finally :D

Flower tag:

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?

Unicorns. And I also believe that what we call mythical creatures once did exist and somewhere still do.

lavender; soundcloud or vinyls?

May I say CDs instead? I always like to have a CD booklet and like own the CD, putting it in my cupboard and say “ Look, I own this.” – not only on an online platform.

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?

Hmmm. Everyone? I do not think every book if for everyone but I recommend classics from Goethe, Schiller, Lessing and Shakespeare.

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?

I share some clothes with my mom. But if I had a boyfriend rn I would love to cuddle in his hoodies at times I think^^”

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?

That I finished my bachelor’s thesis. I learned so much and I hope the work was worth it so that I pass it and get a good mark!

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?

That I will try to get things done now that I have time during Corona.

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests?

Forests!

whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Definitely not Ö.ö

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits?

Yes!

apricot drift; how do you feel right now?

Bored. I don’t like the current situation.

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?

Omg this night I dreamed sm shit, I swear. I was horse riding at night in the forests (no sane soul would do that lol) and found a deserted planetarium.

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now?

Getting a good mark on my bachelor’s thesis xD Oh, and I hope that I will be able to visit Rome this year – we had to cancel the Rome trip that was planned in a week for obvious reasons..

lavender dream; turn ons/offs?

Dangerous vibes/ being clingy and/or wimpy.

water lilly; when was the last time you cried?

Last week I think. Maybe the one before that.

lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?

No.

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream?

Depends, actually I do both.

honey perfume; favorite movie ever?

Hände weg von Mississippi (2007), Die Wilden Hühner (2006), most Studio Ghibli movies.

desert rose; do you like yourself?

Yes, I do.

snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?

Yes, I did.

night owl; how many countries have you visited?

Only 5.

heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle?

Many, many times. I love visiting castles and monasteries.

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?

Riding nearly every day into the woods with my high speed thoroughbred? xD Does that count? My girl is FAST.

lantana; what’s on your mind right now?

My horse Poly <3

pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign?

I’m a Capricorn.

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.

1. Even though I may look like it, I am no party girl at all.

2. Since childhood I had to deal with envy towards me which is why I never had many friends.

3. My best friend and I broke up several times – we’re both stubborn but we love each other a lot.

4. My love for history started with a documentary I watched when I was about 14. It was about vampirism in the balkan states. And it manifested with watching “The Tudors”, since then I knew that I wanted to study history – and now I do.

5. Without my friend Sandy I would have never settled down in church history during the Renaissance.

daphne; do you believe in karma?

Absolutely.

queen of the meadow; ever been in love?

Never with a person from this time period, no. I hope I will in near future tough.

wisteria; whom do you admire and why?

People who don’t spend their time with overthinking what other people might think of them.

angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

The tales my father invented for me.

remember me; did you make someone laugh today?

My dog when I offered him a bit of my banana.

iris; do you believe in ghosts?

Yes.

lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit?

That is hard. Renaissance Italy sure is fascinating but 17th century Europe comes to my mind more often, it’s weird.

caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not?

Maybe not living forever, But I would not mind at all staying young and beautiful as long as I live xD

primula; what makes you sad?

What mankind does to the world, to the earth to it’s creatures: plants and animals. I think we deserve to suffer and die out.

rain lily; was today typical? why/why not?

No, since everything is upside down thanks to Corona.

queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most?

Myself.

Lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today?

Toast with Nutella and fennel tea. <3.

forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life?

I wished I had done more social things during my teens. I was always studying and reading with my head in the clouds. I wonder how things would be different now when I had been in relationships earlier etc.

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe?

Torn between LOTR and Harry Potter.

violet; favorite tv show?

Borgia, now and always.

sunflower; share a favorite quote.

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like?

Getting up early, go seeing my horse and take a long ride into the woods. The weather would be cold but sunny. After having a nice lunch with my mom I would relax in the afternoon and then go visiting my best friend, for dinner we would have sushi and watch a nice movie together like best friends do. When I got home I would watch an episode of Borgia to relax and then go to bed <3.

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?

Reading, writing, history, horse riding, dreaming…..

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.

In Neil Gaiman’s Coraline when Coraline is about to find the last child’s soul and the other crazy old man says: “You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.” I feel that sm.

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?

Partying maybe? I am a very shy person and would feel uncomfortable but I am afraid I miss something always staying at home at night.

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger?

Mostly about my age, but I like the guys to be older than me tbh.

sweet pea; who means the world to you?

My horse Poly.

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read?

Actually I really enjoy Ludwig von Pastor’s History of the Popes. It may have it’s flaws but I it is really good researched and I appreciate all the notes and footnotes. Even though it’s academic literature it is still enjoyable to read.

foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character?

Sailor Moon! If that counts as a cartoon.

magnolia; coffee or tea?

Tea, I have one right now.

crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved?

Can’t I have both?

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?

I love both but probably more a dog person.

bell flower; what is your biggest addiction?

History.

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?

Yes, we are so small, aren’t we? And yet mankind pretends to be so special and to know everything. How pitiful.

moonflower; what’s your favorite color?

Fir Green.

freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not?

I think so, yes.

sundrop; are you a morning or a night person?

A morning person.

poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness?

Yes, but I try to lock it inside.

clover; how would your friends describe you?

Calm but clever.

dandelion; do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert?

Introvert.

lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?

In romance novels I am always waiting for the s*x passages lol xD Probably because this kind of thing is missing in my life atm xD

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.

Astute, spiritual, special.

lotus; best memory as a child?

The holidays in Bavaria. Nothing was more beautiful.

angelonia; what is your eye and hair color?

Smokey grey, blonde.

dahlia; do you like crystals?

Yes.

buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?

Let everything bad for the environment disappear.

baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house?

Slytherin.

calendula; biggest pet peeve?

Pollution.

blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet?

If you read everything till now you will now – stay home with my pet and watch a movie/read a book. xD

blazing star; share a secret.

Why would I?

carnation; would you rather live longer or happier?

Happier.

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?

I stopped looking for rolemodels but try to live and be the best I can.

bluebell; do you wear glasses?

Nope.

And I tag everyone who wants to do this :D

#about me #me

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whatshouldieatforbreakfasttoday · 6 years ago

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The happy sandwich

1. We pack the van and I realise how small it is comparable to our apartment. This will be our living space for the next months. It makes me very excited. No, I do not think about cooking at all. I think about our adventures. I get a bit scared of opening the roof in our car in random parking spots, but then I think about people sleeping wildness in a tent. If they are ok with this, I should be as well.

2. We start driving and for the first week or so I try to figure out, what is the best place for different things. How to make preparation of my morning coffee most comfortable, not only for me, mostly for a 3 year old still asleep behind a thin fabric. Usually the perfect packing balance is achieved one week before the end of the travel. Just imagine the perfect balance of your place. So worth working on it for about 3 months.

3. Travel blues - I discovered it years ago on my first long and lonely travel in South America. Even though you are super happy and excited about doing what you love, travel blues come to you. It usually happens in the beginning, like 2-3 week. You see your friends having fun in sunny Berlin (social media show you everything), you think of your cats hugging a cat sitter and you start to miss home. Thankfully, this strange feeling disappears as fast as it comes.

4. You realise that you get used to your new lifestyle and this is your life now. 6m2, cooking in it, taking a shower, looking for a source of water to refill the 100l tank, refilling your small storage place, so you have lunch and dinner options for at least two days. Someone asked me lately, what is my routine. It’s just like at home, it just includes driving and looking for a spot to park for the night.

5. You compare to the previous year. But mostly when it comes to your kid. This year she’s 3,5 and the travel is totally different. No afternoon naps, which gave me loads of additional time for work. She gets up earlier and go to sleep later (I do not like this change). She is curious and more into running around, which I love, but forgets about reading a book. This year I definitely feel that we hang out more and that we get each other more.

6. You realise that some things are long gone and they will never come back. Last year I could easily prepare breakfast for my blog and shoot it. This year it looks like Mia has decided that she needs to take a big part in it. Mostly by eating all the products beforehand and by tasting the styling objects straight away. In the end my shooting session takes about 3 minutes, but watching her discussing my food is my favourite kind of time.

7. Surprisingly, after 2 months you realise that you don’t want to go back to your comfy apartment. You want to keep on travelling. You already love sitting early in the morning and reading a book with small breaks to admire a view from behind the window. You love getting up and quietly preparing your coffee so no-one wakes up. And you definitely adore this precious moment when you hear “mama” from behind the curtain and you know that the tiny person is awake and that she wants to hug you. Then obviously she wants to take over the warm place where you've been sitting in and she will start thinking out loud what is it that she’d like to have for breakfast this particular morning (always porridge with banana) and the whole day goes crazy fast. Then at some point you realise that it’s 9pm and once again it is already too late and that she is supposed to be asleep and that she’s not even close (all because of the summer light).

This recipe takes about 2 minutes to prepare. It also takes 2 minutes to shoot, as that was the time given to me by Mia. When I asked her if she could go on a beach with her dad so I take some pictures, she answered “no, thank you”. So you get the idea. Somehow it makes me happy, as I concentrate on eating most.

Another beautiful thing about travelling is that you learn a lot all the time. We stopped at our friends place in York to say hello. We stayed with them for the next 24h (longer hello) and meantime I learned how to make this beautiful sandwich and also that I love my friends. I haven’t seen Ania since her wedding a couple of years ago, but one day with her gave me so much pleasure. Obviously the next 24h after we left were all about missing her. So I recreated the sandwich. I replaced pomegranate with raspberries, as the first ones were nowhere to be found and I am sharing it with you. This is the happy sandwich.

You will need:

croissant, roasted

bacon, fried

peanut butter

raspberries

banana

fresh mint

This is a happy sandwich, which means that you’ll be happy that it is so easy to make and then you’ll be even more happy to eat it.

Roast or toast the croissant and meantime fry your bacon. I used two pieces of bacon in each toast. Spread the peanut butter on each slice of croissant, place bacon on one, add banana, raspberries and mint. Close the sandwich and try not to make the second one straight away. I dare you! :D

Enjoy, Marta

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httpdabi · 7 years ago

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Lights out

Word count: 6.1K

Charachters: Lee/Shin Hoseok x OC

Genres: Smut, comedy, romance

Warnings: 18+, rough sex, orgasm denial, sex toys

Sleep over was always a fun idea, especially when the whole city goes out of electricity and when your best friend starts behaving like a horny beast.

,, Order it ‘’

,, No, are you crazy ?’’ I screamed and pushed Wonho away from me.

,, Come on, order it’’ he said once again trying to get my phone away from me and order the pack of sex toys we found on some cheap ass app.

I know, that’s not how best friends should behave, but it was our casual thing, we weren’t so shy around each other. Well, I mean, he wasn’t shy and in another hand I was just taking everything as a joke.

Every time he would start with some perverted topics, I would just joke around and change it. But of course, Wonho was never the type of guy who would give up so easily.

,, Come on, you know you won’t find it anywhere cheap as that’’ he said and smiled lightly, like we were talking about most random thing on the world and not sex toys.

,, Hoseok, I don’t need that’’ I said and placed my phone in my pocket, rolling my eyes on his silly behavior.

,, Why ? your fingers are enough for you ?’’ he said and wiggled his eyebrows on me. I just slapped his arm and of course he started acting like I cut it. Drama queen on a whole new level.

,, I swear, I don’t even know why are we friends’’ I said as I stood up from the bench and made my way in the direction of my home.

,, You know you love me ‘’ He said as he ran behind me. He placed his arms around my shoulders and kissed my head.

The weather was incredibly nice, so we took our time walking slowly home. Even tho Wonho doesn’t live really close to my apartment, he would always walk me home and then go. It was just his thing, making sure I am safe and all.

,, Ahh, I forgot something. Can I call Hyungwon from your phone please? I will meet him and my phone is out of battery’’ Hoseok said when we arrived in front of the building where I live.

,, Sure’’ I said giving him my phone. I didn’t need to unlock it first, since he already knew my password. It doesn’t matter which password I put, Hoseok always finds out, it’s like his power.

,, Okay, done’’ he said after few seconds and gave me my phone back.

,, Bro, you didn’t even call him?’’ with those words he just smirked and looked away shortly before placing his one arm around me.

,, I didn’t need to call anyone, I just wanted to order those toys for you’’ he said and tapped my head.

,, You are such an asshole. You can give them as gift to your future gf if you want. I don’t need that shit’’ I said almost tired of his jokes and all.

,, I’m not sure will my girlfriend be happy if I give her dildos and everything else my best friend used’’ he said and smiled at me, showing me his perfect teeth.

,, You are so gross man’’ sometimes he really didn’t know when to stop.

,, Anyway, are you coming over this Saturday ?’’ I asked him, just to make sure if our plans are still on.

,, Of course, did I ever ditch our movie night ? ‘’ he asked me back and acted like my words hurt him. He placed his hand on his chest and made a sad face, but it didn’t last long, it was replaced with his wide smile again.

After that we made plans, Wonho made his way back home and I just went inside my apartment.

I always loved my apartment, it’s not the biggest and most perfect apartment on the earth, but it was really perfect for me. Four rooms, kitchen, living room, toilet and bedroom.

The kitchen was small, but it had enough space for everything to fit in there. Beside the stove there was a glass door that leads on my balcony.

That balcony was like my whole life, I always loved to sit outside and drink coffee, smoke, drink wine or beer on warm night. Ahhh that’s LIFE

And it had such a beautiful view

I fell in love with it the very first moment I saw it

And when Wonho was there, we always loved to spend our time there, gossiping people and having our deep conversations.

My living room was actually really big, for such a small apartment at least. It had big windows which had also a nice view. Big television and my PS3 and PS4 beside it and all my games.

Usually people just have all those satellite shits, sky and so, but for me, my PS4 was enough, it was connected to internet and I just watched Netflix. That’s all I needed.

And the last, my bedroom, I loved my bedroom. My whole life I had those childish bedrooms that my mother decorated.

Big white bed on the side, working table with my laptop beside the window, closets and yes, abov my bed I made a heart of my and Wonho’s pictures.

My mother actually thought that we are dating when she saw it. It was my favorite thing in my whole apartment. Me and Hoseok always loved to take selfies, so I could change the photos on the wall every time we would make a bomb ass photo.

I took a glass of wine, my cigarettes and went out on balcony. I didn’t have anything smart to do, so I took my phone and checked if there are some notifications.

But, none, only the one notification from the app where Wonho ordered the box. I didn’t even realize that I was smiling like a idiot on my phone. If someone could see me, watching the notification about dildos and smiling on it like I’m being blessed, they would think that I’m crazy 1/1.

I was grateful to god because I didn’t have to wake up too early next morning. Usually on Friday we have to come normally on uni, but one of our professors was sick, so we could sleep a little bit longer.

Anyway, the day went fast even tho it was so damn boring. I was drawing and writing some shit the whole time and of course I was on my phone the whole time too. It was around 4 Pm when we finally finished. I wanted to go home immediately, but my friend Hani wanted to go somewhere and drink coffee with me.

Since it was Friday and since the weekend arrived, I didn’t refuse her. I gave her one cigarette and we both made our way toward the café near uni, where most of the people I know went.

It was my favorite café, I even liked the name ‘ Fantasy’’ it was so mysterious and just so cool and their hot chocolate and cappuccino are my whole life,

Since it was sunny, we didn’t want to sit inside, so we went out on the terrace and started looking for a place to sit.

,, HEEEYYY CHICKEN NUGGET OVER HERE HEEYY’’ I heard the very familiar voice screaming like someone was burning him alive. I looked to the left and saw Wonho with his friends. Kihyun punched his arm for his silly behavior before he stood up and made his way toward us.

Hoseok hugged me, breaking every small bone in my body and then he gave a high five to Hani. We sat with Wonho and his friends and ordered our drinks.

,, So, how was on uni ?’’ Wonho asked me as he placed his one hand over my shoulder, while others were already talking about some other stuff.

,, Boring as fuck, I can’t take those professors anymore ‘’ I said and took a sip of my cappuccino.

,, So when should I come over tomorrow ?’’ he asked me, his arm still around me. We were usually just so touchy and because of that people always thought that we are couple. Even our friends thought that we are hiding something from them.

I can’t deny, Wonho is and will always be handsome as hell. His eyes, lips, smile, teeth, body, everything, is perfect. I think that every girl I knew was jealous on me because he was my friend and the rumors around made them even more jealous.

Well, I mean, just look at him, all those muscles, damn. Girls who didn’t find him attractive are either lesbians or his family relatives.

,, and then you tell us you ain’t dating ‘’ Kihyun hissed on us while others went quiet immediately.

,, Look Wonho, either you’ll date her or you’ll let us hit her up. You can’t freak out every time we try something just because you two are friends’’ Hyungwon said as he smirked. They were talking like I wasn’t there.

,, Shut up Hyungwon, you really think they are not fucking ?’’ Minhyuk said and laughed like he said the biggest joke of the year.

I just looked them in shock, while Hani was totally supporting them.

,, Ok it’s enough, me and wonho are best friends and y’all need to chill, we don’t and we won’t fuck’’ I hissed hoping that the conversation will finally be over.

,, Oh please, it’s not like you wouldn’t like to jump on me’’ Hoseok said and he shook my arm a little bit, teasing me.

,, Fuck off mate’’ I said and pushed him away. That was normal, I wouldn’t be surprised that one of them didn’t start the topic about us dating or fucking. Sometimes I really felt uncomfortable and in when Wonho noticed that, he would always make them shut up.

Well, he was really protecting over me, he didn’t mind when his friends were joking around and discussing if we are actually fucking or not. But I remember one time, we were all drinking together and Minhyuk said how he would like to fuck the shit out of me, I guess that he was just too drunk and didn’t think at all about what he was talking about. But yeah, when Wonho heard that, he almost killed the poor guy. After that day they didn’t talk for a long time, until Minhyuk apologized to me and of course he had to apologize to Wonho too.

After some time, we decided all to go home. As always, Wonho paid for me and Minhyuk paid Hani’s drink.

,, When should I come over tomorrow ?’’ Hoseok asked me ignoring everyone else with us.

,, I don’t know around 8 PM, if it’s alright for you’’ I said and he nodded his head.

,, Do I need to bring something with me ?’’ he asked me again. I shook my head and smiled at him. It was very cute how he always wanted to bring something when he is coming over.

The next day I woke up pretty late. I always loved to sleep till 11 am or more. For me it was a random boring day, I spent my time cleaning the small mess I made and Since I didn’t have anything smart to do, I went in the nearby shop and bought food for tonight. Pringles, chocolate bananas, Bueno, giotto, ice cream and so on.

It was around 7:30 pm when I heard a door bell. I opened it and saw Hoseok with backpack and totally full plastic bag.

,, Hoseok I told you that you don’t need to bring anything’’ I whined when he took off his shoes and went in.

,, What smells so good? ‘’ he asked me sniffing cutely.

,, I made you your nutella cake’’ I said and I went to the kitchen to open the stove and take it out.

,, REALLY ?’’ Hoseok screamed excitedly and pushed me away from the stove like a little kid. He took the cake alone and placed it in the fridge.

We took all our snacks and placed it on the table. I took the chocolate ice cream with banana and cookies, which he bought, totally ignoring the one I got.

,, See, what would you do without me ?’’ he asked as he lied down beside me on the couch. Placing his head on my shoulder and his arms around me.

,, I would just eat my own ice cream’’ I said and he made a face and bit my shoulder.

Whatta asshole

,, What should we watch ?’’ I asked him, scrolling down the Netflix while he was just getting more and more cuddly.

,, I don’t care’’ he said and he placed his head back on my shoulder.

,, Let’s watch Mr and Mrs Smith’’ he said and I just played the movie, since there wasn’t anything else that actually got my eye.

Hoseok was lying on the couch with almost his half body over me, his arms around me like as always and his head still on my shoulder. He didn’t move so much, only when he wanted some snack and he would mostly just open his mouth giving me a sign that I need to feed him.

We were lying there, none of us moving, until we heard a doorbell. I jumped immediately and pushed him away from me before I went to open the door.

,, Good evening, your packet arrived yesterday, but you weren’t home in that time so the postman gave it to us’’ my neighbor said when I opened the door. I always loved to order stuff on apps like Wish and Joom, it was like a gift from me to me.

I sat excitedly on the armchair and opened the pack. All my excitement went away when I saw that it was the pack Hoseok ordered.

,, Ah your shit arrived’’ I said and Hoseok jumped immediately with a huge smile on his face, like he ordered them for himself.

,, Let’s see what do we have here’’ he said when he opened the packet.

,, G-spot vibrator, Vibrating rabbit ears, Butt plug, Rabbit vibrator, Anal breads, Handcuffs.. look at this pastel pink dildo HAHAHA’’ Hoseok said and laughed out loud.

,, You also got nipple clamps and clitoral massagers’’ Wonho said and smirked. ,, Omg look, a tong and collar as a gift, so fucking adorable’’ he added.

,, You can take them with when you go home, I don’t need that. Now let’s continue with the movie ‘’ I said and he just rolled his eyes on me before he lied down again.

,, You should just thank me’’ he said and he placed his head on my shoulder once again, so we just played he movie again ignoring the packet.

It was all back to normal, both of us choking with food and watching the movie. Hoseok was commenting the movie all the time, how it’s so overrated and how the plot sucks so badly. We were laughing and chit-chatting until the sex scene started.

Not like it was the first time we saw a sex scene together, but I guess that the atmosphere was a little bit different. Probably because of those toys too.

Few minutes later, the tv was off and everything was black. I thought that something happened and wonho stood up and checked the electrical fuses. But nothing helped.

,, Ah, they are probably working on something again.’’ Wonho said while I was looking for a candle to make a least some lighting.

,, And what will we do now? ‘’ he asked me, lying on the sofa like he owns it.

,, Nothing, what can we do?’’ I said and I sat beside him when I lighted the candle.

,, I’m already bored’’ he said and he grabbed me and pulled me closer to him. Every time he was bored, he was trying to make some trouble, to annoy me and piss me off. He was always, pinching me, tickling me.

,, Don’t do this man’’ I yelled fixing my shorts and slapping him, while he didn’t give a shit, he was just laughing loudly like he was the one being tickled.

After short time he just stopped and took his phone. We were just lying there on the sofa and surfing on our phones, but seconds after that he placed his phone back on the table. The only lighting was coming from the small candle and my phone.

,, Let’s see how does it look on you’’ Wonho said hovering over me, looking for something, I honestly didn’t mind him because I was already too deep in my phone, but he did piss me off. What does he think that he is light as a feather.

,, The fuck are you doing ?’’ I said rising my voice, when I felt his hands around my head and neck. Then it was clear to me, he was putting the collar on me.

,, Happy now ?’’ I asked him annoyed when he was finally done. The collar was actually really cute, pink one with a heart, but what could I do with it ?

,, I need to take a picture’’ he said taking his phone and taking a picture with a slash. I swear, I looked like a moron.

,, So cute’’ he said wrapping his arms around me once again. I didn’t really mind him, since I was still just on my phone, surfing on facebook. The fact that he was really quiet surprised me, he was looking at my phone with me, not saying a single word.

I didn’t really understand what was going on, until I felt his hot breath on my neck. At first I thought that he was just simply close too me, but then I felt him placing small kisses beside my yawline.

,, Hoseok, what are you doing?’’ I asked him as I looked at him in shock. He didn’t mind my reaction he just got a little bit closer and kissed my neck again. I was actually really confused, because he never acted like that before.

,, Look, if the sex scene made you horny, just go to the toilet, you know where is the door’’ I said and I pushed his head away from my neck.

,, You seriously think that I will go jerk off in your toilet when I have you right beside me with that collar on your neck and with all those toys on the table’’ he said and got closer to me again.

,, I have idea, let’s try them out’’ he said and he jumped over me to get something from the table.

,, Fuck off’’ I simply said as I pulled the blanket from him, covering myself. At first he got quiet again a little bit, I thought that his jokes were already done.

But, damn was I wrong.

Suddenly I felt something cold between my legs, I looked at Hoseok and I could see a small smirk formed on his lips. I felt something vibrating down there, between my tights.

,, Spread your legs a little bit’’ he said trying to get the toy as close as possible to my pussy, while I was just closing my legs, so he can’t do what he planned.

,, Come on babe’’ he said again and then with a little bit force he pushed the toy between my legs and I could feel it vibrating on my clit. It was slow and not harsh at all, it was just somehow nice. Even if his small nickname he gave me all of sudden and the toy between my legs were turning me on, I felt weird because the person who was trying to use the toy on me, was no one else then my Best friend Hoseok.

,, Ah come on, we never did this before, you won’t die if you give in’’ he said and the vibration got a little bit stronger.

,, Hoseok, friends don’t do this’’ I said wiggling a little bit.

,, Oh, only you think so. Do you believe me ?’’ he asked me as he turned the toy off. I simply nodded my head. I do believe him, if there is someone I believe the most, it’s him. We were just too close, I was thinking about it oft, but I’m sure if I had to choose between Hoseok and rest of the world, I would choose him, throwing everyone else away.

,, Then just relax, don’t be afraid and continue to believe in me’’ he said as he placed his one hand on my cheek and kissed me.

It wasn’t the first time we kissed, it happened before, when we were kids, we wanted to try it, so literally we were each others first kiss. It also happened when he got drunk, or when he was excited or extremely happy. But it didn’t mean anything, it was just a small and fast peck we got over very fast.

This time it was different. I knew that it was actually with passion and that there was a meaning behind it.

,, Spread your legs now’’ he said and this time I did it as he told me, but instead of the cold toys I felt his warm fingers moving my shorts pj and panties to the side and touching my clit slowly. He was going in circles and I was just holing my moans back, because even if he was my best friend I didn’t want him to see how easily he turned me on.

I felt Hoseok’s hand reach my pussy again, holding it so that his thumb was at my entrance. Slowly I felt his warm thumb enter me, instinctively I leaned back and closed my eyes.

Hoseok resumed his movement, slowly removing his thumb from my pussy as he shifted his hand so that now his middle finger and index finger were at my entrance. Unlike the slow pumping of his thumb, he inserted them quickly. I audibly gasped at the sensation and I grabbed his muscled arm.

I was breathing really hard as Hoseok’s fingers massaged my g-spot. I was practically painting. Then he just pulled his fingers out and kissed me once again, only this time he I placed my hands around his neck and pulled him closer to me.

Hoseok was teasing me, licking my ear as he pulled out his fingers. I whined at the loss of contact, but gasped as something much bigger was put right by my entrance.

,, What are you using ?’’ I asked him. For a moment he got a little bit lost, he was just kissing my neck leaving wet marks.

,, Clitoral massager’’ he said after short time and then I felt the small vibration again. I just closed my eyes and tried to relax as much as possible and honestly, I didn’t have so much problem with that as I thought I would. Because Hoseok was trying to make me feel good, he was trying to make everything good and it really felt like I was doing a right thing, something I won’t regret tomorrow.

He was using the toy over my clothed pussy, but it still felt very good. Moving the toy in circle, sometimes up and down, pressing it harder on my weak spot, he didn’t leave my neck even for a second, only sometimes to look down or to look me in the eyes and kiss me.

I felt a little bit disappointed when he stopped, I wanted to cum and it wasn’t hard to realize that because of my reaction.

,, Impatient, are you ?’’ he said and smirked at me. He hovered over me once again, to take another sex toy.

Again I felt something cold between my legs. I wanted to know what he was using, but since it was dark and because I didn’t know the toys by their names or how do they work it was impossible for me to understand a shit.

,, Dildo’’ Hoseok simply said when he saw my confused face. I nodded my head and just lied my head down, waiting for him to start.

Hoseok was really slow, like he didn’t want to hurt me at all. He took the toy and slowly entered it in me, so slowly I almost went crazy.

His thrusting was deep and slow, he was just putting it deep inside me and pulling it slowly back. I thought that he will do it like that, but just in second he started moving the toy faster, but not so deep, the moves were short and shallow.

I felt like a whining mess under him. He took the toy and started turning it around, I didn’t understand how did he know what to do and how. It was the wrong time to think about, but I was asking myself did he actually try all those things on other girls ?

I brushed all the thoughts away when he harshly pulled the dildo deep inside me and just let it be like that, while his fingers started massaging my clit. I was grabbing everything that was close to me and Hoseok realized that I was really about to cum.

But instead of making me cum, he just pulled the toy out of me and stopped touching me. He kissed my neck again, I wasn’t sure if he had a thing for my neck, but I didn’t really care.

,, You want to cum babe ?’’ he asked me and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, which turned me on even more.

,, Yes’’ I simply said as my hands were going under his shirt. I forgot about his perfect, toned body. Hoseok was very well know for the god like body, which he worked hard for. Girls were drooling over him and guys respected him.

,, I’m gonna use the rabbit vibrator on you now, tell me if it’s too much babe’’ he said and he took the toy, gently rubbing the ears around the edges of my clit and down my thight, before moving it around onto my clit.

His moves were once again really slow, and I would lie if I say that I thought that he would be so slow and gentle. Hoseok setted the first speed for the ears. He touched me shortly, seeing if I am ready, before he inserted the shaft slowly, taking time for me to get used to the sensations.

Once he was inside of me, the rabbit ears nuzzled my clitoris and I was moaning quietly while he was bending, twisting and pushing the toy, putting it on higher speed.

Once I was about to cum he turned the toy off again and pulled it out.

,, Seriously Hoseok ? ‘’ I hissed at him now totally upset because of the denied orgasam.

,, What babe ?’’ he said like he didn’t do anything wrong.

,, Why are you doing this every time’’ I said as I tried to get closer to him, almost desperate for orgasm and him.

,, Oh, you want to cum ?’’ he asked me, like he didn’t ask me that just before. I just acted dump and nodded my head.

Hoseok kissed me and just all of sudden he took the blanked and went under it, I felt his hands on my shorts and without a word he just harshly and fast pulled it down along with my panties. He didn’t say a word, he just grabbed my legs and spread them, doing all the job for me.

I could feel his hot breath on my pussy, he placed his hands on my hips, and gave me a chaste kiss on my clit. He gave me two big licks before he started to suck on my clit with more pressure. He was moving his tongue in between my folds, entering slightly.

He took the blanket and pulled it down on the floor, he looked at me and he gave me one sloppy lick not breaking the eye contact.

When he attacked my pussy once again, holding my hips on the place, I couldn’t take it anymore. I placed my hands and grabbed his hair, I was a moaning mess, I was never like that before. Hoseok was just eating me out and I already felt totally dominated. In just few seconds, I came, feeling like someone just took my soul and gave it to the devil for free.

,, You taste amazingly, why didn’t we do this before’’ he said licking my pussy clear and going back to me, hovering over my body, before placing his hands on my neck and kissing me aggressively making me taste my own medicine.

,, Come here’’ he said as he took my hands and pushed me up. Wrapping his hands around me and giving me a nice and long kiss. His hands grabbed my ass and gave it a nice squeeze, making me throw my head back and moan, but Hoseok saw that as a chance and started leaving wet and sloppy marks on my neck again.

He took something from the box and we made our was toward my bedroom. He took off my shirt and my bra and slowly made me lay down on the bed.

,, Put your hands over your head’’ he simply said. I didn’t understand why, but I did as he told me and then I could feel cold metal around my wrists.

He turned me around as he stood up. I could hear him taking off his clothes, but I couldn’t see what did he take off, I couldn’t see he was completely naked or what.

I could feel him getting back on the bed, he placed his hand on my ass and tapped it few times, before he pulled his one finger inside my anus, making me twitch in surprise, then he pulled it out and I felt his lips on my beck. Kissing his way down.

,, Hoseok what are you doing ?’’ I asked him, I wanted to know what was going on.

,, I’m gonna use anal beads on you babe’’ he simply said as he started to push it inside. He was inserting the beads slowly one by one. Asking me every second how it feels, if I would say that it hurts he would slow down.

Once all the beads were inserted, he started slowly to pull them out, going nice and slow since it was my first time. He didn’t do it for so long, so he just pulled them in and let them be there.

Inserting anal beads didn’t create any intense pleasure as I expected, and having them inside me didn’t feel either good or bad and I honestly didn’t understand the meaning of them.

He turned me around again and looked at me. I could see that he was completely naked and I couldn’t stop myself but to look down, hoping that he didn’t notice. Once I saw his rock hard dick, I had to gasp in shock. It looked bigger than all the toys. I was wondering how will he even fit ?

He rubber his hard shaft against my hole with his both hands squeezing my tits. I was so freaking wet and his precum lubricated my clit and my hole. I was surprised with my own thoughts, but I just wanted him to fuck me already.

I moaned loudly when he entered me, he did it slow like the whole time. I shivered. Looking down at his cock in me, it disappeared into my hole. In one move he took the handcuffs off and I found myself placing my hands around me looking for comfort.

When he was totally inside me, he waited for a few seconds before he started to move. It didn’t hurt so much, maybe my vagina was ready and all wet. I could feel my hole full and pressed.

I could feel his veins pulsating inside and it felt really good and I couldn’t help not to moan louder.

,, You are so damn tight, like I didn’t use all those fucking toys on you at all’’ Hoseok said breathing heavily. He was just inside me, not moving at all.

,, But babe, I was just preparing you for a real thing’’ he said making me a little bit confused. He pulled his cock out slowly and slammed it back inside roughly.

,, Ahh fuck’’ I moaned in shock, I knew that the whole vanilla thing was just some weird act or something. I knew that he had to be the rough one.

Hoseok grabbed my hips and pushed me hard against the bed, his member still furrowed deep into me. He pushed deeper into me, fucking me like there is no tomorrow and making me scream even louder, so my whole fucking neighborhood could know him, like they already didn’t.

He didn’t do me gently anymore, but roughly instead. He started more quickly thrusting in and out of me making me gasp. I dug my nails into his back, probably leaving some small marks there. The bed was shaking because of our fucking session.

Hoseok rammed into me over and over again and I couldn’t help but to moan loudly. I wrapped my legs around his torso as Hoseok held my ass again.

I wanted to say something, but Hoseok pushed his cock harder and deeper into my hole. My jaw dropped, he made me gasp for the air, hitting my g-spot.

He turned me around suddenly and stared fucking me from behind and my pussy wall gripped his cock tightly, while his cock reached my g-spot once again.

I couldn’t contain the pleasure, because the feeling was just too much. He held my body in his arms as he kept roughly fucking me.

,, Hoseok’’ I moaned, trying to prevent myself from screaming too loud. Hoseok roughly pushed his hard cock into me as I squeezed his shaft with my walls.He suddenly grabbed the collar and pulled it so tight around my neck making me fight for the air, while His head was hitting my g-spot all over again.

,, Cum for me babe’’ he said as he started to move faster. I was moaning like a mad woman under him reaching my orgasm, when he saw that I was about to reach it he grabbed the anal beads and pushed them fast and roughly out of my ass.

The screams I was holding, were out and I didn’t give a flying fuck if my some neighbors will come and tell me to be quiet. With few more thrusts, Hoseok groaned and squirted his sperm into me. It was like a leaking fountain and I felt so wet and sticky down there. Our fluids mixed together, it was full.

Hoseok stroked his cock inside me slowly after he reached his orgasm. He helped me to feel the long lasting pleasure. I looked into his eyes as he kept slowly doing it. It felt so nice, I cupped his face giving him a simple smooch on he lips. Hoseok smirked against my li and pecked me back.

I looked down at his penis In me and he slowly pulled it out. I could see the white cum on his head. Hoseok smirked and rubbed it around my labia, smearing his cum all over my vagina. We didn’t do anything for a few seconds, except to kiss passionately.

I turned the flashlight on my phone, took my pajama and went to toilet to clean myself. When I was done, I took my bb cream and I looked at the mirror to put it on, but instead of normal reaction, I almost had a heart attack, my neck and my chest were all covered with purple marks.

I wore the oversized shirt that Hoseok gave me before and stormed out, going to Hoseok ready to kill him.

,, Look what you did ‘’ I said hysterically. ,, We will meet our friends tomorrow, now they will be sure that something is going on between us. ‘’ I said as I climbed on my bed and took a little bit of blanked from Hoseok to cover myself too.

,, Well, they need to know to whom you belong to’’ he said as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. And in that moment, I didn’t feel anything else than happiness.

Gonna edit the mistakes some other day, now I’m too lazy for it.

anyway, hope you like it

leave a request if you have one, I’m always up for it

love ya all

peace

#Monsta X #monsta x wonho #wonho #shin hoseok #shin wonho #wonho smut #Smut #kpop #kpop fanfiction #fanfic #wonho fanfic #wonho scenarios #monsta x scenarios #monsta x smut

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rainbowwindstorm · 6 years ago

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Part 1: Let’s Be Friends! Shall We?

*Note: keep in mind that in this part of the story, Iris still hasn’t gotten her powers or the magic beads yet. She gets them around her 16th birthday. So basically, this is sort of a prologue on how she met Mute*

It’s a nice, bright and sunny day and it is the first day of high school for many freshmen. Among these freshmen is a 15 yr. old girl named Iris. She is feeling very excited because today she is going to try to make new friends since her only best friend is her 17 yr. old cousin Cirrus.

“Hey Cirrus? What period do you have lunch?” Iris asks.

“I got it 5th period,” Cirrus replies back.

“Awww, no fair! I have it 6th period!”

“Pfft, well you better start making friends right now so you know who you are going to sit with. Of course, since it’s the first day, it’s gonna take some time to make some.”

“True haha.”

“Well, I gotta get going. I have history first period and it’s all the way at the end of the hallway. I don’t wanna be late. If you need any help, text me. Later!”

“Okay! Later Cirrus!” Iris calls out as she sees him slowly disappear from the distance. “Well let’s see what I have first period.” As she looks at her schedule, she notices that she has biology first period. She heads to class early since it’s better than being late. As she gets there, she spots a tall boy with silvery white hair and what seemed to be speaking with his hands to the teacher. Iris decides to wait outside.

“Look Mute. I know you are a bright kid. I want you to try your hardest and behave alright? We have astronomy club every Friday, in case you want to join. I see that you love drawing the galaxy alot from what I saw earlier at the back of the walls I saw outside,” says the teacher. The boy, whom we now know is called Mute, nods in agreement. “Great!” the teacher then pats his head gently. “Well you better head down to your first class now. Don’t want to make you late for it haha. And don’t vandalize school property! Remember that!”

Mute just playfully sticks his tongue out and smiles as he soon heads out. Iris then heads in and takes a seat in a random desk.

“Why hello there! Nice to see that I have an early bird here!” the teacher exclaims happily. Iris smiles back and nods in agreement.

“Yup! Um, not to be nosy, but who was that you were talking to earlier?”

“Oh, the quiet kid? He’s a freshman just like you. I spotted him vandalizing the back of the school walls outside and I had to give him a small lecture. He seems like a bright kid so I invited him to join Astronomy Club if he wanted to since it appears that he enjoys it so much. OH! And if you wanna join, you are also welcome too! I’m Mr. Orion by the way.”

“I’m Iris. I would love to join! I honestly want to make some new friends since my only friend right now is my older cousin Cirrus.”

“Great! We meet after school on Fridays!” Pretty soon the classroom started to fill with students and Mr. Orion starts his introduction and explains the plans they have for the school year. Throughout the whole day, Iris struggled a bit in making friends and before you know it, it's time for lunch.

“I guess I have nobody to sit with for lunch today. Welp..might as well go eat outside than sit alone in the cafeteria.” Iris then heads outside and sits by the bleachers. As soon as she starts eating her strawberry and banana sandwich, she suddenly feels like she's being watched. She turns around and nothing is there. “Huh...why do I feel like I'm being watched? Huh, maybe it’s just me.” She shrugs it off and proceeds to finish her lunch. After finishing, she gets up and without noticing her steps, she trips on a spray can.

“GAAAH-OOF!!!” she exclaims as falls and suddenly lands on something soft.

As she opens her eyes, she notices it’s the guy she saw earlier that morning. “OH. MY. GOSH!!! I AM SO TERRIBLY SORRY!!!” Iris gets up quick. Mute suddenly grabs a notebook and writes on it. Iris looks at him puzzled until he finishes and gives it to her.

Dude, are you okay?? Sorry I left that spray can there. is written on the notebook. (A/N: the writing in italics is what Mute writes on his notebook and hands to Iris)

“Um yeah…? It’s okay. Also, why are you writing on a notebook? You can talk, right?” Mute sighs and motions her to give him back the notebook. She gives it back and within seconds, he hands it back to her.

Nope. I can’t talk. I don’t have a voice. If I try to speak, I can end up tearing my vocal chords. Ya see, I was born with extremely sensitive vocal chords.

“I see… Do you communicate with others through your notebook all the time?”

Ehh...it depends. I can actually speak through sign language though. If people don’t understand ASL, then I write on this thing.

“Ohhh, so that’s why you were talking to Mr. Orion with your hands!! It’s ASL. Silly me!!”

Haha yeah. I’m glad he understood me. It’s rare to find people who understand ASL nowadays. Do you know how to do sign language by any chance?

“Nope...I wish I did though. It looks kinda hard..”

It’s not really that hard. I can teach ya tomorrow during lunch if ya want. :)

“Really?! Omg! I would love to learn! Thanks so much!!” Iris beams happily and suddenly hugs him. Mute tenses up a bit and Iris backs off a bit. “O-oh! S-Sorry if that bothered you. I’m just happy. That’s all..”

It’s okay. I’m not familiar with getting affection and care though. But that’s a story for another day. Anyways, thanks. It actually made me feel happy and lighten up to be honest. :)

“Really?! Omg! Yay!! Haha!” Mute smiles and nods at her.

Yup. Well lunch is almost over. I better head back cuz I have art next.

“Oh okay! Same, I better head back as well. I have Literature. What’s your name by the way?”

Mute. You can call me Mute.

“What a unique name! Mine’s Iris.”

Coolio! It suits you. Well I better go. Bye Iris!! It was great meeting ya! See ya tomorrow!

“Bye Mute!!” They both wave at each other as they part ways. Iris smiled brightly as she headed to her last class. She had finally made a friend and she couldn’t wait to tell her cousin about it. She then gets a text message.

“Lol. Speak of the devil, look who just texted me.”

CloudBoy: So, finally made any friends cuz?

Iris: Sure did! I’ll tell ya after school! :D

CloudBoy: Gr8!! TTYL

Iris: lol ttyl

Part 1 COMPLETE

Hope you peeps liked it! Lol, I haven’t written stories in a long time. I hope it made sense. :P

#Rainbow Windstorm #iris sunshine #OC #original character #my story #mute #otp

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lotsofdogs · 6 years ago

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Dinosaurs, Doughnuts and Lake Nights

Hey, hey, hey! How are things going with all of you today!? I hope you had a great weekend.

With sunny skies and temperatures in the mid-80s both Saturday and Sunday, it felt like the first official weekend of summer in Charlotte!

Saturday

Early Friday morning I wasn’t sure what the weekend would look like for us since Chase was sick on Thursday but by late Friday morning he was fever-free, energetic and back to acting like his normal self. I’m not sure what was up last week but the 24-hour fever that kicked in on Thursday seemed to pass quickly and our two days of rest at home seemed to do the trick. When Chase woke up on Saturday morning (at 5:45 a.m. – phew!), he seemed 100 percent normal and after double checking his temperature, we figured we were in the clear to commence with weekend fun!

We really wanted to take Chase to see the new Tyrannosaurus exhibition that opened last weekend at Discovery Place Uptown and after reserving tickets for the 9:15 a.m. slot, we drove into the city to begin our dinosaur adventure.

I am one of the biggest fans of Discovery Place and Discovery Place Kids (we’ve been members of both since Chase was a baby and plan to be for years to come) but this exhibition was unfortunately a bit disappointing. I admittedly think a lot of this had to do with Chase’s age, but the exhibit wasn’t very extensive and we were in and out in about 15 minutes. Chase is SUPER into dinosaurs and the T-Rex is by far his favorite so we had really high hopes but I think the dark lights and growling dinosaur noises put him on edge from the beginning.

Chase thought the excavation station was pretty neat and we spent some time using tools to look for dinosaur bones but all in all, Chase was waaay more into the usual Discovery Place museum attractions than this exhibit.

One thing that did impress us was the way Discovery Place included dinosaur fun throughout the museum to go along with the temporary exhibition. Chase loved flipping through dinosaur books and playing with the giant dinosaur toys in the children’s area!

We spent a solid two hours at Discovery Place before breaking away and driving to NoDa, Charlotte’s historic arts and entertainment district, to walk around and grab doughnuts at Reigning Donuts, one of our local favorites.

Ryan and I were both victims of social media jealousy and felt left out when we realized we missed National Donut Day on Friday so we celebrated a day late with half a dozen doughnuts. Since doughnuts are one of Chase’s favorite foods, he was more than excited to join in our sugarfest!

We arrived home just before 1 p.m. and while Ryan settled Chase down for his nap, I immediately headed back out and drove up to Epic Chophouse in Mooresville for my friend Jess’ baby sprinkle. Jess is due with a baby girl at the end of July and it was so much fun to celebrate her little one on the way, dig into delicious food and chat with some of my friends. It was quite dark in the restaurant so I didn’t snap any pictures that turned out well but it was a beautiful sprinkle!

By the time I made it back home, Chase was up from his nap and Ryan, Chase and I did a little dinner prep for the birthday dinner we were hosting for our friend Ben. We made a big spread that included marinated flank steak with chimichurri (both recipes are go-tos for us when we host friends and come from Juli Bauer’s Paleo Cookbook), roasted sweet potatoes and broccoli, pico de gallo salad and berries with coconut cream. Plus ice cream for dessert because that’s a nightly necessity for me right now. It was great to catch up with Ben and celebrate his special day!

Sunday

Sunday morning began bright and early and I kicked things off with a little meal planning while a batch of peanut butter baked steel cut oatmeal baked away in the oven. Once everyone was up and fed, we headed out on a family walk before church. I made sure to bring my favorite basketball along on the trek!

Sunday was one of those random days of pregnancy where I just felt really GOOD. It was so nice and a welcomed reprieve from how I’ve been feeling lately! I wasn’t too tired, no nausea kicked in and I wasn’t overly uncomfortable until I tried to go to sleep at night. It was awesome! (That is NOT a hint for our baby to stay in there for too much longer. I definitely don’t envy late deliveries at all and can totally see myself looking back at this post at 41 weeks pregnant wanting to smack myself! Sunday was just one of those surprisingly good pregnancy days where I didn’t feel as much physical discomfort as usual so it was pretty sweet.)

We made it to the early morning church service and of course I cried when we sang “Reckless Love” because that’s what I do whenever I hear that song. Phew!

(I think the above not-so-great pic was the first pic Ryan, Chase and I have together with my belly. Yeesh!)

After church, I dropped Ryan off at Ben’s house because they had plans to work out together and then Chase and I drove to ALDI to pick up groceries for the week ahead. Meal planning made the trip a breeze and we arrived back home with a bunch of goodies!

Here’s a glimpse at our meal plan for the week:

Monday: Chicken Taco Skillet (served with tortillas, diced tomatoes and guacamole)

Tuesday: Perfect Roast Chicken with Sweet Potatoes, Carrots and Onions (and possibly creamy mashed cauliflower if I’m feelin’ it)

Wednesday: Winter Chopped Salad

Thursday: Frittata and Blueberry Banana Protein Pancakes (Breakfast for dinner!)

Friday: Wing it!

Ryan made it home from the gym right before Chase went down for his nap and while he read him some books, I got a jump start on typing up this blog post and responded to a few work-related emails that were nagging me in the back of my mind.

Once Chase was awake, we took advantage of the gorgeous sunny weather and made our way onto the lake for some early evening swimming and boating.

The lake water is slowly warming up and it felt so good to splash around and swim with my crew!

We docked briefly at Hello, Sailor where we filled our boat up with gas and ordered burgers, fries and watermelon to go to eat on the boat as we made our way to a little beach to drop anchor for a swim.

(Can you tell I was on a mission for a better family photo after realizing the church pic from earlier in the day was the only one I have of us with my bump? Ha!)

This was actually the first time Ryan got to witness the glory that is Chase’s new puddle jumper and he was just as psyched as I was the first time I saw Chase have a ball in that thing!

I swear Chase could swim for hours and hours in his puddle jumper and would have had we not needed to get him home to unwind a bit before bed.

Chase ended up going to bed on the later side of the evening so Ryan and I followed suit and climbed into our bed right after we put him down for the night. I continued reading The Identicals by Elin Hilderbrand which I’m 99 percent sure is my first novel by the incredibly popular author. I was in the market for a quintessential summer beach read and based on the Amazon reviews, this one seemed to check all the boxes. So far it’s light and easy and entertaining but some parts make me want to say, “Okay, get on with it already…” I’m about a third of the way through it and am enjoying it enough that I find myself looking forward to reading it at the end of the day, so I’ll keep on keepin’ on.

I hope you all had a great weekend and enjoy an even better week ahead! Thanks for stopping by PBF today!

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watchend76-blog · 5 years ago

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The happy sandwich

August 15, 2018

When in home, I have a whole kitchen for myself. It has about 10m2! Can you imagine :D Of course you can. But when you got used to living in a van which is 6m long and your kitchen is 1 x 0,5m big, you forget about the cooking comfort. Each time I go through the same steps in travelling in a van.

7. Surprisingly, after 2 months you realise that you don’t want to go back to your comfy apartment. You want to keep on travelling. You already love sitting early in the morning and reading a book with small breaks to admire a view from behind the window. You love getting up and quietly preparing your coffee so no-one wakes up. And you definitely adore this precious moment when you hear “mama” from behind the curtain and you know that the tiny person is awake and that she wants to hug you. Then obviously she wants to take over the warm place where you’ve been sitting in and she will start thinking out loud what is it that she’d like to have for breakfast this particular morning (always porridge with banana) and the whole day goes crazy fast. Then at some point you realise that it’s 9pm and once again it is already too late and that she is supposed to be asleep and that she’s not even close (all because of the summer light).

You will need:

croissant, roasted

bacon, fried

peanut butter

raspberries

banana

fresh mint

This is a happy sandwich, which means that you’ll be happy that it is so easy to make and then you’ll be even more happy to eat it.

Enjoy, Marta

Source: http://whatshouldieatforbreakfasttoday.com/post/177029589535/the-happy-sandwich

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closeteditorials · 8 years ago

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Playing with Blue and Yellow

I have a constantly-evolving list (typed out in the “notes” section of my iphone) of looks that I’m ~feeling~ for Spring and Summer this year. Among other things, the list includes:

bikini tops in the shape of seashells

vintage barettes

patchwork 80s Sharif bags

pastel cowboy boots

and photorealistic vegetable prints (I didn’t say the list made sense).

I actually do have a few vintage barettes, but most of the list is aspirational. However, the idea that keeps floating to the top of the list is the idea of a rich, creamy, buttery yellow shade for everything—a shade that is almost completely absent from my wardrobe.

To be frank, it’s hard to find things in pretty shades of yellow that have aged well. It’s a color that’s prone to stains, wrinkles and obvious pilling, and when I’m out thrifting, I often only find it splashed across stretched, dated tees from 5-10 years ago. I’ll spot a perfect, sunny golden banana color and realize I’ve grabbed a pair of children’s leggings. It’s NOT an easy color to find secondhand.

Blue, on the other hand, is. A solid quarter of my wardrobe is made up of pieces in varying shades of blue, all found in decent-to-excellent condition. I salivate over teal, periwinkle, and navy, over shades from powder to royal.

When I finally got my hands on a suitably yellow piece (this skirt, which I picked up for ~$5 at an American Apparel going out of business sale in late January), I was momentarily at a loss for what to wear with it. Black seemed too harsh, and my pinks and reds felt too summery for early spring when I held them next to the daffodil pop of the skirt. Blue was the key.

I had the afternoon off of work one day last week and put together a few looks with my flippy little summer skirt! Haven’t worn any of these anywhere besides my apartment stairwell yet, but as it warms up, hopefully they can all get more wear.

LOOK 1:

Thrifted crop, scarf. American Apparel skirt. Wolverine boots.

SUITABLE FOR: Seeing a weekend matinee of some lighthearted new off-off-Broadway comedy. Perhaps getting a baked good of some sort afterwards.

LOOK 2:

Thrifted jean jacket, blouse. American Apparel skirt. Wolverine boots.

SUITABLE FOR: Going to awkward first few hours of a minor gallery opening party, specifically while it’s still light out (sunny yellow just feels wrong for going out at night). Perhaps grabbing a glass of cava afterwards and discussing the absurdity of contemporary art with your wealthy best friend.

LOOK 3:

Thrifted top, American Apparel skirt, Tretorn sneakers, ribbon (seen here in the role of “choker’) swiped from my sewing kit.

SUITABLE FOR: Going to Coney Island on the first TRULY warm day of the year; conning men into spending vast sums to win prizes for you at various carnival games; ditching the men, throwing the prizes in the trash and getting absurdly large soft-serve cones with your wealthy best friend.

LOOK 4:

Thrifted blouse, pumps. American Apparel skirt. Stretchy piece of random gold wrapping string from beneath my dresser worn as a choker.

SUITABLE FOR: Attending your wealthy best friend’s swanky daisy-themed bayb-gender-reveal party on the Upper East Side; revealing that you, too, are pregnant; dramatically telling all the guests that the father is your best friend’s husband, but that you’re madly in love with your personal trainer and that you’re running away to the Maldives with him (the trainer, to be precise); fleeing to a waiting SUV, never to be seen by UES high society again.

LOOK 5:

Thrifted blouse, Converse sneakers, American Apparel skirt, sewing kit ribbon choker.

SUITABLE FOR: The same UES heiress returning for Governor’s Ball looking for at least a few hours of lighthearted fun, seemingly incognito, back from the Maldives after a rocky breakup with her personal trainer. She’d revealed that she was never pregnant and it was all a ruse to steal the spotlight and get attention from her lovely, accomplished best friend, of whom she was madly jealous. This best friend spots her at the festival, recognizing the telltale daffodil yellow of her favorite skirt, and rushes to her, embracing her. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she sobs. “Being sober and pregnant at a festival is terrible. “ They laugh and hold hands. The ashamed, not-pregnant heiress reveals that she’s been going to a therapist. The two women purchase coconut waters.

LOOK 6:

SUITABLE FOR: The not-pregnant heiress has discovered that she’s actually harbored intensely romantic feelings for her best friend all along. She’s discovered a lot about herself in therapy. She decides to broach the topic with her best friend one day, knowing she’ll regret it forever if she says nothing. She’s seen how her best friend has wilted in her marriage; her best friend’s husband is rich and cruel, frequently absent, with a never-ending supply of suggestions for “improving” her friend’s life and appearance. It’s the hottest day of the summer, and the not-pregnant heiress slips on her favorite skirt, the one that’s seen her through so much with the woman she loves. She wants to look cute and romantic and accessible. She steels herself for what’s to come.

LOOK 7:

Thrifted blouse, jacket. Nine West boots. American Apparel skirt.

SUITABLE FOR: Two years later. The heiress stares into her closet in the early morning light. The bedroom lights are off and small snores come from the bed behind her. She’s got to hurry to get to work on time. She has a job at a publishing house now, helping to develop emerging authors. It’s been two years since she and her best friend realized they were deeply, surprisingly, inconveniently in love; two years of madness and bliss. She glances back at the bed, smiling softly at her sleeping wife, and hears her stepson stir in the next room. Looking at her watch, she grabs her favorite yellow skirt and some practical boots. It’s a chillier day than usual, summer turning into fall, so she grabs her raincoat. She turns, leans over the bed, and kisses her wife, who stirs. “You sleep,” she says to her wife. “I have to go. I’ll get breakfast together and drop him at preschool.” Her wife blinks and smiles. “I love you in yellow,” she says.

#i didn't expect to invent an entire story arc but here we are!#thrifted #thrifting #blogger #ootd #style blogger #style #style blog #secondhand #vintage

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regrettablewritings · 8 years ago

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Dating Franklin “Foggy” Nelson Would Include

There’s a couple of ways you guys probably could’ve met

Maybe you were a client of Nelson & Murdock and Foggy calmed you down of your situation and managed to get you off the hook. When this happened, you not only paid (with real money!!), but also offered to buy him dinner. He insisted otherwise out of courtesy but gave in because “how could he turn down such a pretty face’s offer?”

Maybe you were also working at Landman & Zack at the same time he and Matt had been and reinstated contact after their departure

Or maybe you guys met at Josie’s and he made you laugh enough to feel comfortable keeping an eye on him. Speaking of laughing, though…

Lots of laughter

Foggy may be confident in his own right, but compared to Matt, he’s slightly more conscious of himself in terms of appearance and intelligence. He’s therefore primed himself on his sense of humor and it shows

You whine to him about making you get deep laugh lines so early in life

He just says that he thinks your laugh lines are beautiful

The Tum™

If you say you aren’t about Foggy’s tummy, you’re either wrong or you’re a liar

You can squoosh it, you can moosh it, raspberry it, rub it, hug it, kiss it, nibble it–

Helping him prepare for cases

Even if you aren’t law savvy, every little contribution counts.

This includes reading up on past rulings, letting him bounce ideas off you, offering ideas right back, etc

If you help him realize something crucial that he hadn’t before, expect to be pulled into a kiss of extreme gratitude

Dropping off snacks or food

You know that when the guys get deep into a case, they may occasionally forgo human necessities like sleep and food out of stress

You can’t force them to sleep, but you CAN persuade them to eat with their favorite foods

Bonding with Karen over how he and Matt constantly seem to leave you guys out of the loop

You and Karen become pretty close and enjoy coffee dates on your times off (at least, when she isn’t getting into some shady business)

You seeing Matt as a brother the more you hang out with him

Now if only you two could agree of whether he’s the older brother or the younger brother

You, being a worry wart from time to time, attempt to mother hen him like he’s a younger brother

It’s not really because he’s blind, but because according to Foggy he can be careless

And my god, he’s too thin for your liking. According to Foggy, Matt’s fridge is almost always practically barren.

“Goddammit, Matt!�� is usually a herald for a scolding

Matt, however, likens himself as to older brother and constantly taunts you

Especially when it comes to Foggy showing you PDA

“Would you mind making out elsewhere? It’s hard to read this briefing when you guys are making out.” “You’re in your office! And we’re not making out!!” “I can hear mouth sounds. It’s louder than you’d think; like two hippos trying to share a grapefruit–” “Goddammit, Matt!!”

The people at Josie’s love you because they love him and Matt. You’ve pretty much got protection and acquaintances in high and low places

Always remarking on how smart he is

“Columbia? Cum laude!? How did you do it, Foggy?!” “Well… Matt had summa cum laude…” “And? I’m not dating Matt, I’m dating YOU! Now fess up: What is the secret to high intelligence?”

Being that “Foggy” itself is a nickname that’s used so often that you sometimes even forget his real name, pet names don’t always occur to you. But when they do, you go nuts

Cloudy (“Get it!?”), Teddy Bear, Sweetums, Hun, Fofo, Dude, Agent Uno, My Heart, Avo-Fog-do

Foggy’s nicknames for you, however, are pretty typical

Sunny (“Get it!?” “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”), Babe, Sugarpop, Agent Dō (“Two” in Punjabi), Avoca-Dō

Foggy equipping you with all forms of self-defense items. Some of them are more legal than others

He bought you a pair or spiky-knuckled things that were basically brass knuckles. However, they were legal because they had a dollar store keychain on them when he bought it

Three canisters of pepper spray

One stun gun

Hearing the Butcher Story over and over

Random nighttime conversations where one of you (usually you) has become so overtaken by delirium that no conversation is out of bounds and the other just humors them

“Foggy?” “…” “Foggy?” “*groans*” “What if boobs and tummies made squeak toy noises?” “Then the neighbors would complain every other night about the noise.” “Foggy!”*smacks his chest* “*mimics a squeak toy noise*”

Learning to pinch and save

This is the same guy who raided the lounge for bagels when he and Matt agreed to leave Landman & Zack, he’s gonna teach you a think or two about taking opportunities

Extreme couponing is your couples hobby

“It’s not tacky if you don’t get caught and looked at by how tacky it is, Sugarpop,” says Foggy as he retrieved a Tupperware container from your bag and fills it up with the pulled pork sandwiches he’d just purchased at this street fair

You thank him later when you guys are dining on roasted corn, pork sandwiches, and funnel cake that evening in the comfort of your home

Learning Punjabi because he had to use it somewhere

Feeling the strain of the The People v. Frank Castle trial

You were already nervous about how risky taking such a case was

It only got worse as you saw how increasingly stressed Foggy was becoming

As much as you loved Matt, you were also finding yourself becoming progressively more and more peeved with his absences, especially considering that HE was the one who pushed for Nelson & Murdock defending Frank Castle in the first place! Eventually, though, you just become plain pissed with him and focus all your efforts on helping Foggy and Karen

You constantly stand (albeit nervously) as a pillar of support for Foggy, knowing just how much of the firm’s reputation rests on the success of his case

You keep giving him words of encouragement, taking his face into your hands and sternly guiding him into calmness (you’re honestly not sure how much of them actually work, though)

You have to keep from crying when your boyfriend made that opening statement, you were just so proud of him and because he made a pretty gut-wrenching argument

Feeling high stress once Frank made the outburst that he had. You and Foggy had a tough time sleeping. And trying to figure out what the future held, not only for your livelihoods, but Nelson & Murdock as well

But in the end, despite these hardships, you and Foggy managed to grow closer and closer as a couple. In fact, it’s probably better to word it that it’s because of these hardships that you’ve eventually managed to get this far and remain so dedicated to each other

Foggy knows that in terms of financial stability, he’s not a catch: he’s perpetually broke, he constantly has to make tough decisions in terms of alliance to make ends meet, he poured everything into a law firm with even less stability than his bank account that’s gone under, and even when business was booming it meant payment in pies and bananas

And yet you stuck by him throughout all this, throughout all the arguments, the nights where you had to sleep for dinner, the evenings spent at Josie’s trying to enjoy the simple things knowing that as soon as you left it was back into a reality that no amount of alcohol was going to block out completely. Foggy never made any attempts to hide his situation, you knew the basics of what you were getting into (besides, of course, the Castle case). And yet you, his loving s/o whom he constantly says he does not deserve and whom he’s always working hard so he can “make it up to you” – you decided to brave it anyway and build a life together from complete scratch, and Foggy swears he may never be able to thank you enough for it

To Foggy, you’re the Real MVP™

#foggy nelson x reader #foggy x reader #foggy nelson imagine #foggy imagine #daredevil imagine #daredevil imagines #would include #regrettablewritings

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remembermemorablememories · 6 years ago

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Saturday, February 9, 2019

post #397

Typing this on my phone on sunday february 10 and finishing the draft on my laptop

Main points - Brunch with Jack and Maddie - Chihuly garden - Walk to Kerry park - Uber to Cal Anderson Park - Early dinner at udon - Hang out with Andrea at her apt

Today I: - Woke up around 10am. Maddie texted our group chat she and Jack already went to skillet diner and if we could meet earlier. We were gonna meet at 11am but jwoos and I rushed a bit and got there around 10:30am to meet up with them - I got some classic breakfast stuff "your way" and we hung out and caught up with how things were going. We talked about Amazon, living in Seattle, BU and how everyone seems to be coming here, vlogging, hackathon organizing, and some other random stuff. It was fun meeting up and hanging out with them :) - Jack jwoos and I took an Uber over to Seattle center. Maddie walked back home but Jack was heading that way anyway so we went together. It was still covered in snow outside, quite badly LOL. We got to Seattle center and said goodbye to jack. We went to Chihuly and then explored the glass exhibit and garden. The glass indoors was really cool but felt a bit short. Then the garden outside was also cool and the glass garden things were covered in snow, but also kind of short. We felt like it was a bit overpriced for what you get to see in the exhibit. Still cool though - We tried to figure out what to do and decided to go to Kerry park. It wasn't too far of a walk so we went for a stroll. In the snow covered sidewalks :p it took like 20-30 ish minutes Near the end just as we were getting there walking uphill, we saw these kids sledding down the hill cause the street was shut down LOL. And they started like 4 blocks further uphill. It was wild, and genius. Cause Seattle doesn't have the infrastructure for snow so a lot of roads were still covered in snow. They took a perfect advantage of this opportunity. This one guy was skiing down too, amazing

We got up to Kerry park around 2:30pm and took some pics. Then I flew my drone around the surrounding area. More people were sledding just on the hill below Kerry park, trying to hit a bump and land on the sled. I got some footage from the viewpoint and then brought it back cause the connection faltered a bit and I got scared. Also my hands were getting cold. It was sunny out but still like 30 degrees so i was like freezing

jwoos and I took a break and went to cafe fiore nearby to chill. I got a hot chocolate and some kind of banana bread and jwoos got a latte. i’m unsure of the bread cause I asked the cashier what the bread was was and he said it's some kind of bread but didn't know what it was... It looked good so I got it. It was aight :p

i watched some youtube videos like secret service cat by corridor digital

around 3:30pm, we left the cafe and walked back downhill, calling an uber around 4pm

- we took the uber to cal anderson park cause andrea said she was there, but she was probably kind of busy cause she wasn’t responding to our messages. so we got there and saw the reflecting pool frozen over/covered in snow, some snowmen, a snow dick, people trying to sled/snowboard on a hill, and a dance party. there was someone who put a DJ setup in the corner of the park playing music, which was where andrea just was. after we got the park she told us that she went to ramen danbo. the dance party was interesting, but it was broad daylight and the music was too rave-y. it smelled dank and people were drinking :p

jwoos and i were hungry so we decided to walk over to U:Don to get some early dinner. it was pretty nice, like chipotle style ordering with udon. i got some beef thingy and it was very wholesome/warming us up. while we were eating we talked about whether we’d want to live in seattle or not and marriage/settling down. i also asked one of the people for the lowfi playlist they were running cause it was dope and he showed me it and it was actually a youtube radio stream

andrea came over around 5:30pm and we met one of her friends, manu. he had to bounce though but just wanted to come say hi. then andrea hung out with us and we talked a bit about NY, the application process and reviewing apps, and andrea and jwoos shared each other apps. i didn’t have mine on me

- we weren’t sure what to do so we walked over to andrea’s apt around 6pm. she made us some boba tea!! it was raspberry chocolate and super good. she gave me a lot of boba though i couldn’t finish :sweat-smile: also we met her roommate sowmya briefly. then we just kind of hung around, singing/playing the ukelele and guitar, sharing magic tricks, learning about some of andrea’s experience moving to seattle/relationships. then we weren’t sure what to do, so andrea was like “let’s call franky!” so we video called him. he was watching naruto kai in his room. we did some more singing, first together, then franky performed a song and andrea performed a song. we just kind of hung out enjoying each other’s company

- around 10pm we called it a night and jwoos and i called a lyft back home. it was rough, there were very few around cause of the snow but we managed to get back around 11pm. then jwoos and i spent some time trying to find transportation options to portland. cause we wanted to rent a car but the rental cars we found didn’t have enough mileage allowance. then maybe buses? but then we found train tickets for $80 round trip. which is super cheap. i’m guessing cause we booked it closer to the date, the prices dropped?

showered and went to sleep around 12am, we had a 7am train to catch tomorrow morning

the end

#post #normal #february #2019 #travel

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ilumunnate-blog · 6 years ago

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The blind eyes

New England weather has and will always be unpredictable. Various weather apps can give some assurance of the possibilities. With one of my eyes and one hand waking up before the rest of my body, I took a quick peek through the window. I positioned my bed to be lazy and allow me to see what's going on outside. I couldn't tell if it was going to rain or sunshine. Opening the Weather app and swiping away on my iPhone, I knew, another random day.

Moving around like a snake with the prophesied 50% chance of precipitation, I tried to wake up the rest of my body. Overcast grey clouds were running slow, yet every so often, the big yellow sun showed it's face to the world. No morning dew, raindrops or wet ground. Someone probably asked the big man up above the clouds that today will be a noir movie festival. The city folks knew, "It's time to get up and start the day."

Just before leaving the house, I contemplated whether to grab something for breakfast. Afterall, someone had told me once, "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" The nearest and quickest food that I could grab were these bars that I had bought yesterday night. About 30 Lara bars to be exact in six boxes consisting of five individual packets. All of them were flavors that I had picked or wanted to try. I am not a morning person, so to entertain the idea of breakfast in the morning takes a considerable effort.

To best describe me in the morning, I am much closer to that of a tornado than a gentle wave. The first box was the Banana and Chocolate Chip flavor. I opened it as if I was He-Man himself. "By the power!" I have what I wanted, and off I went to my car. When I got in the car and sat down, I immediately opened the bar. It was one of those type of food that made me salivate, just a little. The bar had a particular smell to it. The first bite was enough to satisfy my hunger, but the intoxicating joy of eating had started. (4 ingredients: Dates, Semi-sweet Chocolate Chips, Unsweetened Bananas, Almonds)

When I have dates; I go for it. It makes me feel good inside. The unsweetened bananas would have been much better sweetened. However, the semi-sweet chocolate chips had balanced and brought a depth of flavor. Now...I am not a big fan of eating nuts, but if I have to have them, almonds would be my go-to.

Not grabbing water and my laziness to walk back into the house even though I was 20 feet away made me eat the bar slower-er. I glanced at the size of the bar and took even smaller bites. I am not a maniac who is going to put all of it in my mouth. With enough sexual innuendos running early in the morning, there was a momentary pause, a sudden realization, and appreciation of my senses.

Commonly known, a human has five senses. Sight, hear, touch, smell, and taste. Through these senses, we can experience each day, night, and much more. We convert these senses to the vital energy we know and call, emotions. The ability to express these emotions through our thoughts, actions, and repetition is a direct correlation that makes us, unique. Moreover, by definition, the story that we too share by no means the same as anyone else.

An emotion driven by one of the five senses had brought me down to earth, grounded, and speechless. Until recently, I faced feelings and dealt with emotions without paying much attention to where it originated. I did notice minor details here and there that gave me some clues but never fully understood it. For instance, based on the weather, I felt and behaved differently. Almost mellow and calm then when it is sunny.

Unexpected overcast weather, I was walking along the sidewalk with my sunglasses on. The glare from the sun and specks of dust flying into your eyes can be quite unpleasant in the city. I passed by many others, but this one particular man, I saw and observed him. He was walking towards my direction, and as I walked towards him. Fate had rolled the dice, and we were going to cross each other. The closer I got, I started to feel sad. I was overwhelmed by sadness and frustration.

A blind man was walking by the sidewalk with a white and red cane. I asked the dreadful questions to myself...why do I feel sad? What is causing me to feel sad? Is it the weather? Is it the person being blind? Why do I feel these emotions? Why are the feelings grow stronger and stronger as I got closer to this man? Do I know him from somewhere? What am I to do? Do I cross the street to avoid him? Escape my emotions? How do I face it?

Feeling somewhat lost and confused, I tried to ground my self by observing my behavior. My pace had gotten quicker. My body felt heavier with each step. I wanted to escape my emotions, at that moment, and the feelings that were running through my head. It's not pity that I was feeling. It was the little and deep-rooted emotion that caused me to compare myself to him. For that brief moment, I examined my senses with his lack off. I can see and he can not.

How is it possible that this man, the man who could not see is walking along the sidewalk, same as I am? He did have legs. What I wanted to know was the metaphysical reason that motivated him to continue, his life. This man had possessed something, an element, experiences that make me question myself. The willingness to pursue and go through the world. He has, purpose.

The man did not possess sight, and he was able to use his other senses to experience the world. He couldn't see it, but he could experience it through his hearing, tasting, smelling and touching. This man had made me compare myself with him. To me, he is and will be a far better man than I am in some retrospect. Part of me felt sorry for myself. As if the sight to see was a curse. Many things I have seen and considered terrible that he has not seen. He probably had heard of it but how did he take it?

My world seems like a curse. The sight that I possess have seen many things, deadly, terrible things that I wished I unseen. At the same time, I realized that I had seen many beautiful things that I am thankful. What is this unsettling feeling that I was facing? I couldn't make up my mind. These feelings felt like an eternity in my mind. "Yes, I want to escape," was going through my head. I don't want to freeze in the middle of confusion. I was becoming sadder, and I couldn't fully grasp as to why.

The entirety of that moment consisted of fifteen steps. In my mind, however, I felt I had walked for hours. The further I walked away, the weight, the heavy heart, was becoming lighter, but at the same time, my curiosity had gotten stronger. I wanted to know more about this man. I wanted to know what he had experience in his life. How he overcame obstacles that usually brings an ordinary man to his knees.

The further I got from this man, there was a battle, a war between two feelings was raging inside. I want to ask him many questions but what if I start to feel this sadness again? I choose the latter, what was comfortable, to walk away. I couldn't bear the thought of experiencing it. If I did, I would have probably broken down into tears. Tears were not for that man, but for myself. I have lived many years of my life, and this man had not seen. However, with the other four senses, experienced and are living it. Something I wouldn't be able to comprehend unless I was in his place.

Later I realized that I was thankful. With an extra sense, I am responsible for painting what others cannot see or feel. I felt grateful and happy my life was beautiful, in its way. In my version, I had felt this feeling that even if others have had felt, they didn't speak about it. They didn't let their emotions expressed. I am thankful that we had crisscrossed paths. The gift of life and the ability to share it has the power to froze time itself.

#Thoughts

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