#trail suitable for your abilities

[hikercarl]

How to Stay Safe While Hiking: Tips for a Secure Adventure

Discover essential hiking safety tips to ensure a secure adventure. We'll guide you through proper preparation, gear selection, and trail awareness for a worry-free outdoor experience.

Hiking lets you enjoy nature and connect with the outdoors. But, safety should always come first for a worry-free trip. This guide will give you key tips to stay safe while hiking. We’ll talk about preparing for your hike, navigating trails, and more. We’ll cover important topics like knowing your limits, packing the right gear, and staying alert. These tips will help you have a safe and fun…

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑 .

# with black-leg sanji.

milk started to leak from your nipples — and sanji was never one to waste food.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, day one. smut (mdni). breast worship. lactation. praise kink. pathetic sanji. handjob. no y/n used. afab!reader.

WC: 2k.

sanji had witnessed a fair share of devil-fruits in action throughout their sailing. from those who were foolish in its essence, such as that of the candle wax; to those who were horrid and lethal — sanji could well-reminisce the brightness and the sharp ache that followed-in-suit to enel’s lightning strikes. he figured not another thing could surprise him; until his crew faced a short-lived and stupid battle against the pirates from a self-proclaimed stork-stork captain.

the opponents caused no harm. their captain, all but managing to brush your shoulder before being swiftly knocked out. relieved with your untouched health — as it was shown through your exterior —, the straw-hats’ lives returned to common routine in the aftermath, not a thing amiss. that was, of course, until you started to throw up.

countless examinations and book researches pointed out the source of your illness. the devil-fruit from the stork-captain was known for the ability to impregnate others. however, the user needed to touch two people, and that hadn’t been the case — which had sanji praying and thanking gods he hardly believed in. the mere thought of you, bearing the marimo’s child, was enough to leave him seething. comical reaction aside, chopper theorized that, as you had no bundle of cells within your uterus, you’d but suffer from some pregnancy-related effects for a while — perhaps a time equal to the duration of your period. their doctor advised you to refrain from touching others with the previous common frequency, as to avoid the triggering of said devil-fruit.

that had happened four days ago, and sanji was in the deepest pit of despair. you were far from sight throughout the day, gracing them with your presence only during meal times — and even then, your chair was placed the furthest away from the rest, as to avoid accidental brushing. sanji was half-aware of the anatomical consequences of pregnancy: nausea, cramps, swelling; and being unable to support you through it all was driving him insane.

the soothing herbal tea he brewed was intercepted. he had chopper trailing behind him for hours on end. whenever you aimed to spend time outside the walls of your room, the damned marimo stood by the crow’s nest door as though a guarding dog, unallowing him to proceed. even then, with the sunny docked and most of the crew elsewhere, sanji held no expectations of sharing an alone moment with you whatsoever, as robin had been the one assigned to stay behind in order to guarantee that the pair of you would be kept separated. sanji could neither argue nor defy a woman’s request, and robin could not be swayed with monetary bribery on your part.

he sighed. the weather was not suitable for lukewarm beverages, so he could, at least, distract himself from you with thoughts on how to turn thyme tea into a pleasant summer drink. a knock on the kitchen’s door — followed-in-suit by light steps — tore him from his thoughts, however. sanji’s nostrils were filled with the characteristic scent of your perfume, and he turned to your direction so fast he was positive a bone in his back cracked.

“my love!” sanji shouted, gripping the counter to resist the urge to jump you.

“hi,” you greeted softly, sitting on the side opposite from him.

his throat dried up. he had missed the sound of your voice and sight of your face. having you close yet again after four, painful and infinite days, had him squirming as though an addict being offered his most favored drug.

“how did you manage to convince sweet robin?” he inquired, whose worried you waved away.

“i have my ways,” you smiled. sanji fell to his knees, immediately bolstering himself up with flushed cheeks, for he could not waste a second of that moment. “missed me that much?”

“oh, mon amour, you have no idea,” he started out, placing one hand above his chest in order to profess his affection. “the sun doesn’t shine as bright without you. the food loses its taste. the vastness of the ocean brings not freedom but rather a cruel, monstrous prison—”

“shit,” you interrupted through a curse, the lovesick glance once held switching to one of annoyance. sanji’s attention remolded itself, his instincts all but shouting at him to pay closer attention to your needs, rather than to complain about his non-comparable misery.

“are you hurting, my pearl? do you need me to prepare something? perhaps some tea,” he fretted, searching for soothing herbs. “are there any cravings? i can cook it for you, no matter how offsetting.”

“it’s none of the sort, don’t worry,” you sighed. “i just need to see chopper later on. it keeps leaking.”

sanji’s eyes trailed to the wet patch on your shirt; two dots staining the fabric and offering him the clear outline of your nipples. his knees buckled yet again, although he had learned enough from the previous embarrassment to contain himself. pregnancy had a countless set of effects; he could not believe he had forgotten of lactation — a process which happened to have a direct influence on the size of your breasts. sanji caught himself drooling upon the sight of it; your hands supporting the weight you were unused to.

“does it hurt?” he inquired, licking his lips.

“it is far from light on the back,” you answered, squeezing it with a sour expression. sanji grew embarrassed at the speed of his erection — his cock aching amidst the coffins of his clothes. yet another renewed influx of milk had begun, leaving a trail in its wake; tearing through the thin fabric, molded into a droplet that fell on your thighs.

“mon ange,” he whined, losing his breath mid-sentence. sanji felt the surge of tears pooling in his eyes, the sheer yearn to hold you one enough to drive him straight into a bridge of delirium. “please, it’s been so long.”

his hands clenched and unclenched. a pathetic gesture; a mute plead to be given the pleasure of groping your breasts. the glance spared was one filled with uncertainty, for you were the rock whose surface swayed with the waves of his lust. it was fair to be cautious — if sanji was a most decent man, he, too, would have waited — yet, he was anything but. the man jumped through the counter’s surface to drop on his knees in front of you, his lips ghosting over the flesh of your legs as he glanced up at you, shedding a single tear.

“please,” he pleaded. “i won’t put it in, i just want—no, i need a taste. i promise i will make you feel good, lumière de ma vie.”

your fingers threaded through blonde locks of hair; infatuation filled-eyes. “you wish to be good to me?”

“yes,” he whined, pressing feather-light kisses to the extension of your legs. “more than anything, ma belle.”

you hummed then, at last conceding to his desire. when your touch left his figure in order to remove the ruined shirt, sanji raised to his feet, placing his hands on your waist.

“wait, wait,” he stuttered, clearing his throat. “i want it to be comfortable for you. a mere kitchen chair will not suffice.”

your thumb parted his lips, resting above the lower share. “you’re so caring, love. always treats me so well, what would i do without my knight?”

he whimpered, closing his mouth around the tip of your finger, his tongue swirling with regained desire. sanji’s arms cradled your figure closer, raising you from the previous seat in order to reach a more comfortable room. you retreated your hand, wiping the tears off his cheeks with fleeting brushes of your lips. adoring whispers were a blessing bestowed upon his ears — praises regarding his strength; his beauty; his love. he could feel the warmth of his pre-cum, smearing the tip and the underwear’s fabric.

he sat you with tenderness on the crimson cushes of the leisure room, placing one of its pillows on your lap. when sanji’s fingers met the edges of your shirt, he found them trembling.

“so eager,” you cooed, petting his chin. “will you be my good boy, sanji?”

“yes,” he whined, tender hands working on the removal of your shirt. the wet patch was more prominent, with nothing but the dripping fabric of your bra separating him from the anticipated and sacred vision.

sanji struggled with the clasp, yet you neither reprimanded nor complained. instead, your words were nothing but soothing. “take your time, there’s no rush.”

he slid the straps down your arms, dragging his tongue around the internal dampness etched on your bra’s cups. the taste had him shuddering; whining and rutting his erection against your bare leg as he attempted to swallow it all, sucking on the fabric. your touch was soft on his scalp; toying with the disheveled hair.

“how does it taste?”

“like heaven, ma moitié.”

a lonesome string of saliva connected his lips from the fabric of your bra, yet it was broken once he placed it on the couch. you tapped twice on the pillow above your lap, beckoning him closer. sanji had then positioned his head on it, eyes trailed to your swollen nipples.

“open wide,” you instructed, and he behaved as though a loyal servant; you, his muse and goddess. “that’s it, such a good boy.”

he moaned, witnessing as you pinched on your left nipple, an amount of liquid gushing over. sanji angled his head in order to catch it all; his tongue lolling out. the perfection of your body had offered him a feast and he would rather not waste a single drop. the initial taste drove him mad, and you raised a knee to drive his face closer to where he wished. sanji’s mouth closed around the hardened nipple, as he cupped and teased the other breast, striving to have it leaking as well.

tears rolled down and sanji closed his eyes at the enhanced taste, moaning with sheer desperation as he delved further, his tongue swirling around the bud as his cheeks hollowed in an attempt to coat more of your milk.

“open your eyes for me, my love. i want to see you,” you voiced out, brushing his fringe aside. when he caught a glimpse of your face — worked up and eager; loving and grateful — he rutted his hips against thin air, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “my handsome prince; my diligent heart. you, too, want to be touched, don’t you?”

sanji tried to convey his agreement through a glance, the thought of departing his lips from your breast to produce an answer all too unbearable. you tsked, tugging lightly on his hair.

“a good boy uses his words, and you’re good, aren’t you, san-ji?” you dragged the syllables of his name, teasing him further.

“yes,” he swallowed the milk beforehand, his lips leaving your nipple with a pop. the sudden lack of contact had you whining — it was brief; hidden; but there nevertheless. “please, love, please touch me.”

sanji whimpered as your fingers hovered over the waistband of his pants. “how could i ever deny my baby?”

the fabric of his pants and underwear lowered ever-so-slightly — only enough to free his aching cock — and sanji cried out when he felt the teasing of your thumb on the tip. his mouth latched itself around your nipple yet again, his fingers pinching and teasing the other one as if to coax your essence. the strokes on his cock matched the rhythm of his tongue, swirling and hot, coated white. sanji dragged out his teeth — a butterfly-touch; a temptive bite — and your lips produced the sound of an angel’s choir.

you shuddered, arching your back, face contorting with pleasure as he claimed your sensitive breast. sanji’s eyes were wide, drowning in the magnificent beauty. crimson, warm, red dripped down his nostrils, a trail that merged with the white from your essence. the milk he failed to swallow escaped past his lips, dripping on the pillow; wetting his goatee. the sound of his moan came out muffled, though the vibration had you mewling.

“keep going, baby, you’re doing so well.”

he was your knight; baby; perfect. neither a failure nor a nuisance, but your good boy.

the taste was intrinsic to you, yet unique; the sweetest beverage he was given the honor to drown in. inimitable, stimulating points of his palate that diverged from those teased by your cum. the divine essence born from your pleasure had a saltier base, it would have worked well as a topping for caramelized meals, though sanji hadn’t been able to convince you to use your cum for that purpose. your milk, however; oh, how he yearned to use it. how would it affect the flavor of a smoothie, a cheesecake? which ingredients would suit best to neutralize the overbearing sweetness?

sanji groaned with need, groping your other breast, his cock twitching once the scarce milk tainted his palm, trailing down his wrist; wetting the buttoned sleeves of his shirt. his lascivious tongue followed-in-suit, his nose burrowed into your flesh.

“t’es mon obsession,” he whimpered, sucking on the tender spots around your nipple, ensuing a painting of red and purple; leaving butterfly-kisses and soft bites, tearing up as his mouth failed to swallow you whole. “je t’aime beaucoup.”

your voice failed mid-moan, and you pushed his face back into your swollen niple, eyes rolling once sanji returned to his previous ministrations. your palm squeezed him; his pre-cum a lubrification that enhanced the pleasure from the masturbation. he rutted his hips, craving your touch, and your fingers busied themselves with his face; drawing heart-patterns, wiping the fresh blood off his nose. your thumb brushed against the milk that fell from the side of his lips, red and white creating pink.

when you smeared the tip of your tongue with it, tasting and moaning around your own finger, sanji combusted. he tore his mouth from your nipple, rubbing himself against your hand while moaning louder than he had ever done. a drop of milk fell upon his trembling lips and he opened them as wide as he could, tainting your palm with his cum while your milk did the same to his tongue.

you hummed with approval, pushing his sweat-drenched fringe off his temple. “let it all out, my love. i’m here, that’s it.”

sanji choked on your milk, whimpering whatsoever as a particular squeeze dried him off his essence.

“a good boy cleans up his mess,” you cooed, wiping his tears. “will you be good for me?”

“always, my heart,” he stuttered, his tongue lapping at the damp flesh of his other palm, chasing the sweet taste of your milk.

the breast he hadn’t sucked on leaked less; sanji wondered if he could change that in the future. your thumb gathered the milk on his cheeks and goatee and guided it to his awaiting lips. sanji sucked on it with diligence, drawing pleasure from your approving expression. at last, he sat upright, wiping his cum hastily with his underwear, whining as you sucked on the rest of his load that stained your fingers.

“don’t move,” he instructed, pulling his pants up with a cough. sanji removed the pillow off your lap and properly laid your back on the couch. he wrapped his coat around your shoulders, caressing your chin before pressing his lips against yours. “i’ll pick you a clean shirt and bra. some water, too. just relax, chérie.”

when sanji left, he made sure to hide your previous clothes inside his own closet, sniffing the fabric and chasing the vanishing scent of your milk; committing it to memory. he would not be able to live without that, his palate itching to be graced with the sweet flavor again. he had no idea of the duration of that devil-fruit, but it was of no problem, as all he had to do then, to keep on draining you off your milk, was put a real baby on you.

— 🐈‍⬛ : the nasty month is officially upon us! had to start with my beautiful french blonde, the light of my life. 🫡 let’s have some fun through october!

[fairyhaos]

❍ ultimate boyfriend material // lee dokyeom

dokyeom x gn!reader (ft. bsf!hoshi), 3k+ words

tags: elementary teacher!dk, fluff, crack, established relationship, bi disaster hoshi bc i said so 😗✌, literally just for fun idk what this is lmao

warnings: swearing, alcohol + food mention, yn has only had bfs before, a bit rambly pls bear w me

summary: in which you bring your boyfriend seokmin to yours and soonyoung's monthly dinners, and it ends up going way better than anyone had expected.

You glance upwards to see Soonyoung looming forebodingly over you like a disapproving shadow, and you sigh.

"Soonyoung. Look. It's going to be totally fine. Seokmin is really, really sweet."

Soonyoung doesn't cease in his looming, continuing to glare darkly down at you as you take your shoes off, having just entered his house for your monthly dinner chats. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but your current track record means that I don't believe you in the slightest."

"Come on, my taste in boyfriends isn't that bad."

Soonyoung squawks, breaking his intimidating façade in an instant. "Isn't that b— your last boyfriend tried to hit on my girlfriend! Whilst both of us were right there!"

You cringe a little at the memory, before waving off his words. "This time won't be like that. I promise."

"Oh, it better not be like that,” your best friend says darkly as he leads you through his apartment. “I held back last time, but if this guy is as much of a douchebag as the other one, then I’m punching him all the way into space.”

“Seokmin won’t be that bad at all, I promise! Also, please don’t punch anyone,” you beg, trailing after him into the kitchen. “You know how much of a wimp you are.”

Soonyoung simply ignores your jab at his strength with a sniff. “Well, we’ll see how good of a boyfriend this Seokmin is, first.”

Every month since graduating and having to move away due to your respective jobs, you and your best friend, Soonyoung, set aside one Saturday evening where you meet at one another's houses, have dinner, and complain about all the ridiculous things that have gone on in your life whilst the two of you were apart. 

They were fun, easy ways to destress, and you loved catching up with your best friend. But after the first disastrous dinner all those years ago where you'd brought your then-boyfriend to meet Soonyoung, every few months, the monthly dinners became a sort of hell the revolved specifically around the idea of your boyfriends acting up terribly and Soonyoung staring at you with less and less faith in your ability to choose a suitable romantic partner for yourself. 

This time, you'll be introducing your fourth boyfriend over the course of the several years of these dinners, and it's safe to say that you're a bit nervous. 

“This Seokmin guy already has some notes in my bad books right now, though,” Soonyoung says as he brings out the snacks, pouring chips into little fancy dishes. This time, it's his turn to host, and he likes pretending these are fun, formal affairs. “He didn't even show up with you. Where is he?”

You sigh, picking up a few dishes and following Soonyoung out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

“I told you, he has a work thing,” you explain. “He's always really busy, but he'll be here, I promise. He promised me that he'll make time for this.”

Soonyoung snorts sceptically. “Well, that'll be a new one,” he says. “Your boyfriend not even showing up.”

“He will show up!” you say, and then roll your eyes. “Come on, Soonyoung. Don't judge the guy. You haven't even met him yet.”

“Oh, I'm judging alright,” Soonyoung says, shaking his head. He flops down onto the sofa. “Though I have to say, the bar is practically on the floor, right now. After seeing the kind of guys you date, I'll be blown away if he's not some kind of psychopath.”

You groan as you sit down next to him, immediately attacking the chips. “No matter what you say, my first boyfriend wasn't actually some psycho.”

“And neither was your second, huh?”

“Wh—no! Come on, Soons, all my boyfriends were actually quite sweet,” you argue. “The second guy paid for everything for me when we were dating.”

“Yeah, and then you broke up with him at our dinner and he smashed his own phone out of anger then tried to steal my silverware,” Soonyoung points out. “Why even try to steal my silverware, anyway? I own, like, five forks, and that's it.”

You look at Soonyoung, curious. “You own five forks?”

He waves a hand. “Yeah. But anyway, my point is, my expectations are very low, but that doesn't mean my standards are. If he's a bad person, even if he’s not as bad as the others, it doesn't matter. I'm kicking him out. You might have bad taste, but you still deserve better.”

With another long-suffering sigh, you rub your forehead. “Soonyoung, I promise you. Seokmin is actually a decent guy. You'll love him a lot, too, I'm sure of it.”

Soonyoung eyes you sceptically. “I'll believe it when I see it.”

“I swear to God—”

Three, neat knocks on Soonyoung’s front door interrupt you, and both of you stare at each other, eyes wide. 

“That's Seokmin,” you say, and immediately leap up from the sofa to go greet your boyfriend. 

“Hey, let me go see the guy first, I wanna see if he's actually all that gr—”

“Seokmin,” you say a little breathlessly, having already opened the door before Soonyoung can leave the living room and get to his own front door. When he gets there, though, he slows down, surprised. 

Seokmin beams at you, all shining eyes and gentle care. His hair is wind-ruffled, as if he'd run all the way from the bus stop in a hurry, and he's apologising profusely for being late but you simply wave his words aside, kissing him on the cheek placatingly and then laughing when he gives you a kiss on the nose in return. 

He's cute, Soonyoung realises, astounded. You look really cute together. 

Well. As Seokmin smiles at you and pinches your cheek adoringly, Soonyoung is at least able to quite happily cross off Not a psychopath on his list of worries over your boyfriend.

“Here, this is Soonyoung!” you say, leading Seokmin by the hand further into the house as if you own the place, pointing to where Soonyoung is standing at the end of the hall. “Soonyoung, meet Seokmin, my boyfriend.”

Seokmin smiles at him, expression turning a little nervous as he gives Soonyoung a wave. “Hi! It's nice to meet you.”

He holds something out to him, and it's then that Soonyoung notices the bag in Seokmin's hands that holds a rather expensive bottle of wine, and his eyes widen. 

“I kind of panicked and bought the most expensive one I could see,” Seokmin said, shoulders rising bashfully even as he smiles. “But I couldn't exactly come empty-handed, so, uh, here you go?”

Soonyoung shakes himself out of his daze, and gives a smile back, because it's somehow weirdly impossible not to when this guy smiles at him like that. 

“Thanks,” Soonyoung says, accepting the wine. None of your other boyfriends had ever brought round gifts before. “And don't stress about it. If it doesn't taste good, then we can always bust out the cans of beer,” he jokes, and Seokmin beams, relieved. 

You watch the entirety of the short exchange and can't help but smile, excited that maybe, this time, things will go well. 

“Well,” Soonyoung continues, and then gestures towards the living room. “Would you like to have this wine along with some snacks before we have dinner?”

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For the rest of the time that you're talking before actually having dinner, Soonyoung observes your new boyfriend like a hawk. 

Whilst he was, admittedly, briefly awestruck by how cute this Seokmin was (none of your boyfriends were ever cute: ridiculously handsome, sure, but cute was definitely new) he couldn't afford to let himself be swept away by that first impression. Your second and third boyfriends had originally been nice, after all, until they were… not. 

“So, Seokmin,” Soonyoung says in his ‘Y/N’s Boyfriends Interrogation Tone’, leaning forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you cringing in embarrassment. “What do you do for a living?”

Seokmin blinks at him from over the rim of his wine glass, round-eyed innocent as he takes a sip then beams. “I teach at the nearby elementary school! Working with kids is like daily marathon training, I swear, but they're all so cute so it makes it all worthwhile.”

Soonyoung raises his eyebrows, surprised. 

Elementary school teacher was definitely not a job he'd expected from one of your boyfriends. It wasn't a profession that really made much money, and all of your exes had been… well, rolling in cash.

“They all absolutely adore him, too,” you add, leaning forward with a smile. “You should see him with the kids. They’re literally all over him the minute he walks into the room.”

Seokmin laughs, embarrassed at the obvious admiration in your tone, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m around them literally every week, so I guess it’s inevitable that they grudgingly accept me.”

“It’s not just grudging acceptance,” you say, waving a hand. “I’ve seen them! They literally love you so much.”

“You saw them for one afternoon,” Seokmin says, but he’s smiling at you, all fond. “And most of the time they were fawning over you, saying that you were so pretty and there was no way you’d date someone like me.”

That makes you laugh, evidently pleased by Seokmin’s adorable little compliment, and Soonyoung stares dumbfoundedly as the two of you continue bantering. It’s almost like he’s not there. He’s a bystander, observing from the outside whilst you smile at your boyfriend and recount that time you visited him at work (you’ve visited Seokmin’s elementary school and yet Soonyoung didn’t know he existed until a week ago?), and your eyes are practically sparkling as you look at him, and Soonyoung feels very, very astounded.

Never before has he seen you look so comfortable with someone outside the close friends you already have. It’s quite cute.

And also sucks a little, because now Soonyoung has to begrudgingly contemplate whether to move ‘Lee Seokmin’ firmly into his good books.

“Alright, okay, okay,” Soonyoung interrupts the two of you as you giggle about something that had happened with Seokmin’s students. “I see that you didn't tell me about Seokmin when you visited him at school once, but I guess I'll let it slide.”

You roll your eyes as Soonyoung takes a brief moment to pout in annoyance. “Because he and I had only just started dating, then. I didn't want you scaring him away with that terrifying face of yours.”

Soonyoung eyes you, unimpressed. “I'll have to know that this terrifying and handsome face is exactly why I keep getting hired as a choreographer again and again.”

That makes you scrunch up your face, evidently disagreeing with his statement, but you don't get to retort as Seokmin leans forward then, eyes bright and keenly fixed on Soonyoung. 

“Oh! Y/N told me you do choreos for idol groups, and teach classes,” Seokmin says. “That's so cool.”

The awe is so pure and present on his face and Soonyoung can't help but preen a little. 

“Thanks! I've worked with a few notable people, yeah, but I love teaching classes more than anything else,” Soonyoung says. “Teaching budding dancers is always so fun for me.”

Seokmin shakes his head, amazed. “I'm terrible at dancing. My kids were having a recital today—which was why I was late, and I'm so sorry about that—and I've been teaching them the dance for the past several weeks. If there's one thing I've learned from it, though, is that dancing... isn't exactly my best skill.”

He says it so dramatically, face dead-serious like it's the gravest matter in the world, and Soonyoung can't help but laugh. 

“I'm sure that's not true,” he assures, but he sees you shaking your head fervently, a smile on your face.

“No, he's actually the worst in the world” you say, and Seokmin pouts and cries out in protest. “Baby, it’s true! You and I both know it.”

“Y/N’s exaggerating,” Seokmin says, almost embarrassedly, in Soonyoung’s direction, making you laugh. You take out your phone, beginning to scroll through something. “I’m not that bad. Just a little bad.”

“I mean, anyone can get better with some training. And Y/N really does like being dramatic, so—”

You shake your head, turning your phone towards Soonyoung. There’s a video playing on your screen, taken from a darkened house party, loud music playing from the speakers. “Just look, Soonyoung. You’ll see what I mean.”

Soonyoung watches the video, which evidently turns out to showcase Seokmin’s dancing skills. The cameramanship is shoddy, and it’s obvious that it’s you recording, your barely-suppressed laughter sounding so fond as you record your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend who, genuinely, really is rather bad at dancing. In kind of a cute way. But still really, shockingly terrible.

“Well,” Soonyoung says, after a moment. “Well.”

Seokmin is still pouting. “Can I use ‘abstract dance’ as my excuse?”

Both you and Soonyoung laugh at that, and you lean over to your boyfriend to coo over him and pinch his cheeks, placating him in an adoring tone and. Even though Soonyoung should feel annoyed at the blatant affection, he can’t help but smile.

Okay, so Seokmin is cute, and a little bit funny, Soonyoung observes. His regard of this guy has gone up, just a little bit.

“You two are really adorable together,” Soonyoung admits, before clasping his hands all business-like, preparing to go back into interrogation mode. 

You beam at his comment, and look over at Seokmin proudly, who also seems a little relieved. But Soonyoung isn't quite finished. He wants just a little more information before he fully decides what his opinion of Seokmin should be.

He leans forward. “So, how long have you been dating?”

“Only about three months,” Seokmin says. Soonyoung is about to frown and comment on the short time, before Seokmin grins, all sunshine-like and takes your hand. “But we’ve known each other for a lot longer than that.”

“Seokmin used to be my neighbour, back when we were in middle school,” you say, and Soonyoung’s eyes widen comically fast. “He’s… well, he was the ‘cute neighbour boy’ that I was always telling you about.”

Soonyoung jaw drops open in an instant, feeling like he’s had the wind punched out of him at the abrupt revelation. 

‘Cute neighbour boy’ was the son of the family that had lived next door to you back when you and Soonyoung were younger, and you would arrive at school every day to tell him about the latest adorable conversation you’d had with the boy next door from over the backyard fence. Soonyoung had teased you endlessly for it, but you’d insisted it wasn’t a crush and that he was just some friendly boy who always made your evenings a little sunnier with his nonsensical, cute tales.

Soonyoung hadn’t really believed it, but ‘cute neighbour boy’ moved out of town before he could ever remind you that he wanted to meet him, and your conversations moved away from the topic after that. 

“You’re cute neighbour boy?” Soonyoung asks raspily, his voice having stopped working due to his surprise at this turn of events. “You’re—and you met him again?” he says, turning to you in amazement.

Seokmin laughs, rubbing his nose bashfully. “I was walking home after work when we met again, and I just knew Y/N on sight. I was… I kind of fell in love, all those years ago, so I was so glad that we were able to meet again.”

“Then we started talking again, became friends, started dating… and now here we are,” you say, and look over at Seokmin once more, stars in your eyes. “I’m glad I found you again.”

Seokmin visibly melts. “I’m glad I found you again, too.”

You smile, eyes crinkling, and Seokmin’s eyes crinkle in sync, fondly reaching over to pinch your cheek before his thumb smooths over your cheekbone, affectionately soft.

“Fuck,” Soonyoung swears softly to himself as he watches the way Seokmin handles you so gently, like you’re something so precious to him.

A cute, funny guy who works with kids and looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky? 

Looks like Lee Seokmin has definitely made his way into Soonyoung’s super-duper good books.

“Right,” he announces suddenly, causing the two of you to jump. “Dinner will be ready in about five minutes. I hope you guys like roast chicken.”

Seokmin beams at him. “That sounds great! Do you mind if I use your bathroom first, though? And I’ll need to wash my hands. Dealing with kids is not the cleanest job in the world.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Soonyoung gestures to the bathroom. “Door on the left.”

Seokmin excuses himself, bowing to Soonyoung and sending another smile your way before heading out of the room. Soonyoung watches the way you watch him go, looking at him like he’s the reason the world still spins every single day.

God, you’re so in love. But, Soonyoung has to admit, he kind of sees why.

You finally turn to look at your best friend once Seokmin has left the room, eyes sparkling.

“So,” you say, the anticipation. “What do you think?”

Soonyoung can’t hold his polite and put-together facade any longer.

“Holy shit,” he bursts out, and you laugh, delighted. “Y/N, where did you find him?”

You grin, the relief and love clear in your face as you shrug teasingly. “Just out and about. Why? You jealous?”

“Very,” Soonyoung groans. “Wow. I never thought someone like that even existed, let alone that it’d be my best friend who ends up bagging them.”

“What can I say? I have excellent taste,” you say. 

Soonyoung shakes his head, amazed. He can’t even argue with you anymore. Seokmin is the epitome of boyfriend material. He’s just the most incredible guy in the world.

And that makes him utterly perfect for you.

He furrows his brows, thinking deeply, before suddenly lurching forward and holding you by the shoulders. Soonyoung looks you dead in the eye, serious.

"Y/N. Can I date your boyfriend too?"

That makes you splutter out a laugh, shoving him off. "What the— no! Get your own boyfriend!"

Soonyoung whines, but he's smiling, and you can't help but smile too, because all of this is Soonyoung being his lighthearted, teasing self, which is just proof that he approves, that he thinks Seokmin is good enough for you, and it makes your heart feel light. 

He edges closer to you again, nudging you in the side. "Okay, but seriously, if I asked him... do you think he'd let me—?"

You smack his face away, laughing. "Hey. Back off. Seokmin’s mine."

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[gumiluver]

TWO PRETTY BEST FRIENDS! ~ JUJUTSU KAISEN

synopsis: what happens when two pretty best friends get you in their grasp?

cover pic credit: k1tty_4ndy on pinterest |border credit: @/cafekitsune

lovers <3: gojo satoru x afab!reader x geto suguru

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact (you will be blocked!)

cw: nsfw, pwp, fingering, oral (f. receiving), manhandling, threesome (mfm), dirty talk (suguru’s a slut with his words), squirting, pet names

an: hope y’all enjoy! I’m considering making this a series with different jjk!best friend pairings!��lmk if you guys would be interested in smthn like that <3

“Ohh, do that again—she likes that,” Suguru groans, enchanted by the way your pretty eyes cross in a haze of lust-filled bliss. He’s got you in between his legs, a fistful of your hair in his grasp, making you angle your head up towards him so he can gaze upon your innocent face and watch it slowly morph into the fucked out cumslut he knows his good girl is.

“Hah, ‘course she does,” Gojo snickers, reveling at how your sweet pussy drips oh so deliciously for him.

“It’s ‘cause of me isn’t it, princess? You like when your ‘toru touches you right…” he trails off, creating an even deeper ache in your already pulsing cunt. He slowly weaves his index and middle finger through your folds to find your dripping core and finishes off his remark with a thrust of his fingers,”…here.”

“Ngghhh—fuuuck!!” you cry, overtaken by the intrusion of Satoru’s fingers that were, yet again, making their way into your gummy walls. His fingers move with purpose and certainty, hooking them toward your plush womb with the sole intention of abusing that spongy spot that makes you weep for him.

You felt like you were suffocating. Geto’s firm grip on your hair and neck leaves you squirming in his hold, but he’s quick to put you back in your place, “be good for us sweetheart, I’d hate to have to punish you so soon,” he chides, secretly hoping that you’d start to lose your rationality and step out of line. The shiver that rides along your spine doesn’t go unnoticed by Suguru, and he takes pride in knowing how his words sway you towards submission.

It seems like Satoru was able to read his best friend's intentions and wanted nothing more than to aid him in your descent, noting how Suguru’s clenched jaw and bulging arm veins hold him hostage from his true desires. He could see the sheer restraint that his best friend was holding onto, and Gojo would be lying if he said he wasn’t holding himself back as well.

Because fuck—look at ya.

Your head was thrown back, sheer ecstasy written on your face as Satoru quickened his pace, effectively fingering you into an early orgasm that had you squirting all over the two. The moans and cries you let out have both men grunting like animals, humping up into the air to gain some sort of friction on their sensitive cocks. Your hips sway in tandem with Satoru’s fingers, making both men become hypnotized by the very essence of your being. Both men drooling like fucking dogs, waiting to sink their teeth into you, waiting for your beck n’ call. The glistening sheen that radiates from your body resembles an innocent-like aura, just begging to be corrupted—and corrupt they shall.

Satoru’s already conjured up his own sick and twisted plans, wanting to get you an all fours to fuck you from behind while watching his pretty best friend fuck his lover's mouth.

And of course, Suguru had his own salacious desires, aching to see you split on top of his dick as he watches his pretty best friend jerk off at the sight of him fucking you.

And you? Well, you’d be happy if either of them would hurry up and fuck you already—the endless teasing starting to weave between the lines of pleasure and pain. Satoru continues to overstimulate your poor cunt and Suguru’s grip on you makes you yearn for something harder—something rougher.

Satoru’s ability of forethought seemed to have played in your favor as well, seeing as he can’t help but gaze at your sweet cunt that’s just begging to be filled. You can see his cock strain against his boxer briefs, an occasional twitch or two catching your attention and making you drool—wanting to taste his heavy tip.

Your gaze is hyper-fixated on Satoru’s cock now, your body moving forward—like a magnet being drawn to its force. But before you could even reach him, you feel yourself get pulled back into Suguru’s chest, “Ah—ah—ah, where do you think you’re going, pretty girl? Did you forget about me?”

You look up towards Suguru again, puppy dog eyes on full display to convey your innocence, “n-no!! I’d never forget you Sugu~” you cry, reaching up to place a warm hand on his cheek. You look over to Satoru who’s watching the two of you intently and beckon him over, wanting to please both your lovers equally, “Just wanna feel you—both of you.”

And who were they to deny their precious baby? The one and only person that could make them drop to their knees and beg for just a simple taste of you. The single most important person in the world to them. And most importantly, the only person that they are willing to share and love, together.

“Mmmm—fuckin’ love hearin’ you cry for us, such a desperate little thing. Isn’t that right, Satoru?” Suguru says, a cocky smirk adorning his face as he sees your blush darken over your cheeks. He squeezes your cheeks together with one hand, loving the way your plump limps perk together for him to kiss and suck on.

“Mhm~, poor baby’s just drippin’ for us,” Satoru responds, lowering his head down towards your cunt. Before you can protest, before you can even beg for their cocks, Suguru covers your mouth and pins your body on top of his. His forearm holding you down as Satoru spreads your thighs open again but this time, to suckle at your pink bud, and the whimper that you let out is like fucking music to their ears.

“I know you want our cocks sweetheart, but we gotta prep you more. Just relax, let us make you feel good,” Suguru charms, lulling you into a state of naivety to get you to blindly trust them. With the multiple orgasms that Satoru has been pulling from you coupled with Suguru’s debauched speech, you were more than ready to take both of them at this point.

But this? This was pure greed, from both men.

Suguru, wanting to see just how much you can handle before you’re a fucked out crying mess, begging to be stuffed with their cocks. And Satoru, reveling in your taste and secretly hoping to get you to squirt on his face.

Both men had their filthy little plans of watching you come undone, and both were intrigued by what the other’s plans were to get you to come undone.

And you? Well, all you could do was take it. Take the pleasurable torment. Take what they give you and then some.

After all, who knows what these two pretty best friends have in store for you in the long run?

an: what did you guys think?? I love hearing your feedback and what you enjoyed!! Should I make this a series? <33

As always, likes, comments, follows, reblogs, and any other form of interaction is greatly appreciated <3 #supportcreators

[widowromanova]

From across the room

hello everyone, i got this idea from those smut prompts you can find (really useful if you're stuck on ideas btw)

warnings: smut

You had been working as a teacher at Nevermore for a couple of months now. It was a great job: good pay, good colleagues, (most of the time) good students. Before coming here, you struggled with finding suitable jobs, all of them being in another region of the state.

You'd lived in Jericho for a couple of years now after finishing your studies. You were sitting in the Weathervale. You watched the reflection of the door against the espresso machine while taking small sips of your latte.

A tall, silver-haired woman walked through the door, having to duck a little as to avoid hitting her head on the top of the doorframe. She was dressed rather elegantly: a knee-length dress, a scarf and a long coat.

You turned your head around slightly to get a better look at her. She looked like the embodiment of divine femininity. You were completely drawn to her.

The waiter approaching her had greeted her, "Hello, Principal Weems, always nice to see you here, what can I get for you?" Your eyes widened slightly. You had heard a lot about Nevermore, but never thought it suitable for you as you didn't possess any.. supernatural qualities.

The waiter left, having uncovered you. She could no see you staring directly at her. She met your eye and gave an uncomfortable smile in return. You quickly snapped out of the gaze and made your way to her.

She looked up at you as you stood at her table, "I'm really sorry if I was staring, I just.." You trailed off, not wanting to give your whole life story, "Sorry. I've just heard a lot about you and.. the school and I've also been looking for a job for a couple of weeks and it's just.." You looked down at her. Her gentle smile. She made you feel comfortable, "I'm really sorry for bothering you, hah."

You began walking back to your original seat before she called out to you, "Hey! Sorry, I never got your name.."

You smiled a bit in surprise, answering, "Y/N."

"Well, Y/N," she gestured to the seat across from her, "how about you sit down?"

And that's how you got to this moment in time. One simple interview in one simple coffee shop.

Every week, the staff had a regular meeting, discussing new opportunities, planning new events, deciding what to do about certain students who would not listen to instructions.

You always found it entertaining to watch Larissa's thought process. She was always so engaged with her staff and her work. You had never met someone so dedicated to bettering the life of so many cast out from everyday society. Not to mention, you had been harboring a massive crush on her ever since she introduced you to this new job. After all, you have only her to thank for (basically) giving you a new life.

Not that you knew, but Larissa always noticed your prolonged gaze on her when she had already finished talking. She watched you from her peripheral. Though you and her were not alike (in the way that she had abilities that you could not imagine to ever possess), she thought you were perfect. Perfect for her. In every. Single. Way. She longed to be yours. The only thing stopping her were the views about workplace relationships.

This week's meeting had finished and everyone began to file out the room - you leaving with a faster heart rate than when you entered.

"Ms L/N!" Larissa called out just as you were at the door. You swivelled around, eyebrows quirked, "Yes?" You held your hand on the door knob, clenching it to keep yourself under control. Larissa flicked her eyes over to your hand, looking down to better hide her subtle smirk.

She paused for a while, looking back up at you and walking in front of her desk, to sit on it, "Close the door." Her slight demanding tone made you quiver. You slowly turned back around, composing yourself and gently shutting the door with both hands, turning back around to lean on it slightly.

"How can I help you, Principal?"

"Let's stop with the formalities for a second, Y/N."

You corrected yourself, "Alright.." you walked towards her a bit, feeling a bit more confident in yourself, trying to test the waters a little, "how can I help, Larissa?" You stressed her name. Larissa's pupils started growing with lust. She stood up from her desk making her way over to you to loom over you.

She stood by your side, gently guiding you with a hand behind your back, to one of the two armchairs that stood in front of her desk. She put her hands either side of your shoulders and 'placed' you down onto one. Then, she again approached her desk, taking her original seat on it.

"May I ask you a question, Y/N?"

Your face remained neutral, not thinking much of it, "Sure." Larissa smiled at you gently before taking a breath and leaning in closer to your face, "Do I make you nervous?"

Your face lit up a bright red, your throat running dry. Your words stumbled, "W-" You moved back on your chair slightly, "What?" Your voice had come out a higher pitch than you had meant it to.

She gently smiled at you, laughing to herself a bit, before asking you again, "Do I make you nervous?" You opened your mouth, looking for words.

"It's a very simple question, Y/N." She stood back up, walking over closer to you. With two fingers, she raised your chin, "Do I make you nervous, Y/N?"

You had sat in pure shock, feeling your heart pumping through every morsel in your body. You held eye contact with her, eventually deciding to play along. You stood up, coming up to her chin in height whilst holding eye contact. You were still nervous as hell, but you wanted to see where this would go.

"What makes you think you do?" Larissa was taken aback by this a bit, her eyes widening subtly. Suddenly, she grabbed you by the face, crashing her lips against yours. You moaned into the kiss, your hands looking for anything to hold onto, eventually finding place on her hips.

You pulled her closer to you, pressing your whole body against hers. The kiss was sloppy. Heated. Teeth clashing. She began moving you to take a seat on her desk, picking you up with her hands underneath your thighs.

She ran her hands along them whilst bringing her mouth down your jaw to your neck. You panted.. alot. Your head was tilted back to allow Larissa more space to do her.. handiwork as you desperately tried to regain your breath.

She had found the pressure point on your neck that forced you to let out deep groans, having to contain them by biting your lip. She eventually came back up to your face, looking at your dishevelled state while you looked at hers, her lipstick smeared all over her face (and yours). You both started laughing.

Suddenly you hear a knock on the door, both snapping out of your situation with a look of horror painted on your face, and a look of frustration painted on Larissa's. She motioned for you to go into a seperate room connected to her office which you scurried to.

Larissa wiped the smeared lipstick whilst approaching the door. She opened the door, standing at the doorway to indicate that she didn't want the person to come in, "Ah, Wednesday.. what brings you here?"

You had sat in the secluded room for what felt like hours (but was probably actually 15 minutes) until you heard a handle start to open. Your eyes flicked over to the door with excitement. Larissa walked in, her eyes searching for you and finding you tucked away in the corner.

She smiled at you. You slowly stood up, walking towards her again, patting down her dress. You reached up to her lips, wiping the remaining lipstick clean, "You missed a bit, Larissa." Her eyes widened, "God.." She looked down in embarrassment.

You laughed, biting your lip. You walked away from her, looking about the room, "What is this room?" You looked at her for an answer.

She approached you, also looking around, "It's just where I go if I want to be.." she came up to you, wrapping her arms around your wsist, "truly relaxed." She smirked down at you, "God, Larissa, what ever do you do in here?!" you responded in mock shock.

She leant down to your ear to whisper, "It's soundproof," your cheeks heated up yet you smiled up at her, her lips were inches from yours, "and I'd like to do a little more than kissing right now."

With that, she roughly attacked your lips again. So much so you stumbled back with the abrupt force. She had you pressed against the wall, slowly lifting your dress up to rest on your hips, "You're so much fun to touch." You giggled, bringing your lips to hers again.

It was as if you were in a rush. Her tongue entered your mouth without hesitation, licking across your bottom lip. You moaned and pulled her closer by her hair.

She slowly started descending her hand into your underwear. You intook a sharp breath as you felt her hand against your core, biting your lip. She watched your face as she slowly started rubbing gentle circles on your clit.

You started sliding down the wall a bit, "Y/N, I've barely touched you. Surely you can hold your own ground for a bit longer." She chuckled slightly, but you were already too blissed out to properly focus on her words.

Her fingers started making their way to your entrance. She slowly inserted them, listening to your exaggerated moan as she bottomed out in you. She held her fingers there for a bit, letting you catch your breath and adjust. Then, her fingers began to pull out. You elicited a drawn out moan, grabbing onto her shoulders, pulling her closer to you, "Go faster.

She smirked at your profile, speeding up slightly, hearing the sound of her fingers against your insides. You laced your fingers through her hair, pulling harshly. Larissa seemed unphased though you were pulling hard enough for her to maybe feel it tomorrow.

She had continued this torture, having reached a phenomenal speed already. You had wrapped your arms around her whole body, desperately clawing at her back, "Oh god, Larissa don't stop." She captured your lips in hers, running her tongue along yours.

"I'm gonna cum, oh god, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." She grabbed you harshly by the neck and pulled you in to whisper, "Well then do it."

You let go, feeling pure ecstasy course through your veins. Larissa let you ride out your bliss, then slowly pulling her fingers out of you. You fell down against the wall, panting. Beads of sweat had formed against your temples.

After regaining your strength, you asked for Larissa's hand to help you stand up. She was clearly proud of herself for making you weak in the knees. You fluttered your eyes open, looking at her, "Larissa," you pulled her down by her neck, closer to your face, "that was the best orgasm I've ever had." She chuckled into the kiss as you pulled her in again, bringing out moans from her.

You abruptly stopped and pushed her against the opposite wall and dropped to your knees. You rolled her dress up and pulled her underwear off. You looked up at her, "And now I'm going to give you the best orgasm you've ever had." You smirked before licking a long stripe against her core and feeling her fingers lace through your hair.

[emicat1159]

So I wanted to try out some creative writing with this new auuuuuu~ gave it a cool name, "Into Ashes", not too bad right? To start of I thought to write a few paragraphs about how the main three angels- Mike, Gabe, and Raph, are told that they are to travel to a different universe and see what's there. Maybe I'll have one or two others go with them, I dunno yet. Something simple like that as a little test, you could say.. I don't know what I'm doing honestly but hey! It's fun

Anyway, writing and art:

"Listen, my son. I have an important task for you and your brothers.

There exists a world which has been abandoned by its Lord.

Go to this world, Michael. See what can be salvaged"

The final words his father spoke to him echoed through Michael's mind as he descended through the highest Heavens down to where his brothers awaited him. The skies swirled with purple and blue hues, illuminated by the stars and the ophanim who held together the galaxies. A sight he wasn't privileged to often, his work within heaven rarely gave him any free time to explore their skies the way he could when he was younger. And yet, he still felt like a young child when lifted by father's hand, as if he never left his light all those millennia ago. He tries to not think too deeply about those times.

'A rare event' he thought to himself, 'father hasn't spoken to any of us in centuries' he straightened out his suit, still wearing it after returning from a mission down on earth, he hadn't had the time to change before being summoned to his father's throne.

'I might even be completely camouflaged against the colour of the heavens right now, perhaps they won't even notice my return' he thought, amused.

Passing through the golden gates that lead to the throne of his father and into the archangels' domain, the figures of the two younger angels appeared through the thick layers of cloud. Raphael, the fourth oldest of the angels welcomed his brother back with a warm smile, his halo glowing brightly behind his head. Gabriel- the third oldest- walked up to Michael, being the first to break the silence,

"I almost thought you'd never come back down to us!" He joked, absentmindedly twirling a lock of his long hair in his hand

'A nervous tic' Michael mused

"You were gone for quite a while" added Raphael

Gabriel began again, "so... what does father want from us? It must be quite important if he asked to speak to you in person"

And so the eldest began his account of the events from the past few hours.

"We are to travel to another realm, a world that has been forsaken to ruin by its God and left to its own devices. He did not tell me what to expect, and really, this is the last thing I expected...." he trailed off, his expression perplexed, just what was his father's plan this time?

"Wh- huh? And.. how are we to get to this world?" Raphael's voice chimed in, bewilderment written all over his face. His short fluffy ears swaying as he turned his head to look back at the eldest.

"I... assume he will somehow transport us there once we are suitably prepared..?" He wasn't so sure in his answer, it wasn't unusual for his father's words to be vague. Regrettably, this is the one time Michael wishes they weren't. However, he was raised to trust in his God and His abilities.

To accept the way things are and not to question anything.

Gabriel spoke once more before turning to head back down to the lower levels of Heaven

"Well then.. no time like the present to get ourselves ready, right?"

[merakiui]

Feed me more Heizou brain rot, you don't understand how much I NEED it.... Absolute creep, warming himself up to you while you remain clueless at just how LONG he has stalked you.... 10/10

He’s so creepy!!! Allow me to share all the brain rot!!

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors, stalking, obsession)

Heizou is good at keeping surface-level friends. The type of friends who he can rely on if he needs something. Nothing ever goes deeper than that, though. His classmates see him as a cheerful, confident guy who declares he’ll be the world’s next best detective. Heizou is incredibly smart and excels in his classes, so he never really needs to ask for help. He’ll ask to study with some of his friends just so that he can immerse himself in the social atmosphere. He’ll get lunch with some of them and talk about very surface-level things. He learns more about the people he eats lunch with or walks to class with than they do about him. It’s not that Heizou doesn’t want to talk about himself or that he’s hiding some deep, reputation-killing secret. He just doesn’t see any importance in giving out information about himself.

Heizou is usually absorbed in his thoughts when he’s alone, and it can be difficult to get through to him when he’s thinking so deeply. But when he’s out taking a walk and he passes a trio walking and he catches sight of someone he stops, turns, and perks up. That was how he first met you, and you were laughing at a really bad pun one of your friends, who he’d later learn was a man named Cyno, had uttered while another man, who he’d later learn was Tighnari, groaned. Heizou has always been naturally curious, so he trails the three of you, typing notes into his phone as he walks. He writes all of his observations he can make from your conversation, the clothes you’re wearing, your tone of voice, and much more. He ends up following you all the way back to the dorms, where you disappear inside with your friends, and he’s left to stare at the many bulleted notes he’s taken.

Heizou is scarily good at keeping track of your movements and whereabouts. He learns your schedule rather quickly, where you like to frequent most, and who some of your close friends are. He follows you around like a lost dog, always adding new notes and corrections to his digital record. He likes you for a reason he can’t quite understand yet. Perhaps it’s because you’re a puzzle he has yet to solve and he’s determined to work out your life so that he can be satisfied. He loves a good challenge, but lately it’s felt too easy. You never notice him, but then he never stands out. Maybe it’s better to be inconspicuous. Although he will admit it’s nice to watch you at parties because, come night, the lights dim and the sky darkens and he’s able to approach you when you’re drunk and he won’t have to worry about you recognizing him on account of your poor focus and bad lighting.

Heizou’s meeting with Venti is not ideal. He’d been following you, as usual, and Venti had come behind, thrown an arm around him (completely casual, though the two had never talked before), and had greeted him so brightly.

“If it isn’t Heizou! How goes it, Mr. World’s Greatest Detective?” Before he’s given a chance to respond (thankfully his phone is away), Venti adds, “You know (Name)?”

Normally Heizou’s good at interactions. He has to be if he’s going to be interrogating criminals in the future! He has to be smart and witty and quick. So in the time it takes him to come up with a suitable scapegoat, Venti’s already giggling.

“If you like them, I can hook you up!”

Heizou laughs. Not at Venti or at the suggestion, but at the situation he’s found himself in. He always prided himself on his ability to spy undetected and the fact that Venti—someone who is in a vastly different realm of study and has never once spoken to him—could see through him… Venti might just give him a run for his money. Or perhaps Venti is just a good observer. Either way, Heizou manages to keep up with Venti enough until he can make it to his building, where he excuses himself as casually as possible. Venti smiles and waves as Heizou climbs the steps before gasping dramatically.

“Oh, you should come to hang out with us this weekend!”

Heizou glances back at him, curious. And in the same fashion Kuni had been welcomed into the group, Heizou was led to you and the rest of your friends by the outgoing and ever so friendly Venti. But unlike Kuni’s arrival, Heizou’s had been immediate. He knows Kuni’s took longer because he watched Venti spend weeks pestering him to come to the forest for drinks and Kuni had been so against it, claiming he wasn’t interested and that Venti should “piss off,” in his exact words.

If you watch Heizou long enough, you’ll realize he doesn’t drink or smoke as much as the others do. There’s a reason for this—a few, actually. For one he wants to be sober and coherent enough should anything happen. He also wants to be the first one to offer help when you need it. And he also wants to be able to admire you without anything clouding his senses. He likes to listen to the unfiltered version of yourself: the you who belts out drunken ballads with Venti, the you who tries to add lines to Kazuha’s poetry, and the you who tries and fails to sketch nature with Tighnari with unsteady hands. Of course he also likes you when you’re conscious because you’re so enjoyable to be around, and you trust him a lot! In the year he’s spent with you, you’ve invited him to your dorm, you’ve binged movies and TV shows with him—going so far as to fall asleep with him—and sharing some deeper things about yourself. Usually just fears and doubts about whether your major is right for you and if you’ll find a job you enjoy. He always reassures you with caramelized sentiments. And you believe him every time because it’s the truth.

He was content to continue admiring you from the sidelines, adding more notes to his activity record. But then Kuni invades his peaceful world and suddenly the activity record is all wrong. Suddenly the schedule you’ve followed for a while now is off. Suddenly you’re with Kuni all the time, growing closer with each passing day.

And then you show up with a ring on your finger. Now his records are very wrong. You aren’t supposed to be engaged to anyone but him. Kuni’s moving too fast, spreading his roots like a parasite.

Heizou knows to stay calm and collected when unexpected situations arise. This is just another case he must solve with an objective outlook, and as the weeks wear on and your spirit dampens and tires gradually he begins to worm his way between the both of you. Heizou can be parasitic if the circumstances call for it. He’s nothing if not adaptable. But that’s exactly how detectives must be: adaptable. He’s just practicing for the real world, you see! And once Kuni’s gone, he’ll finally be back on track.

[yandere-genji]

Heyo! Could you do some headcannons for Ashe and Cassidy realizing they're after the same darling? Bonus points if the darling is highly skittish or elusive.

Ashe and Cassidy have a complicated relationship, to say the least. As the leader of the Deadlock Gang, it’s Ashe’s responsibility to keep everyone in check. And Cassidy has always been a rebel, he thrives as a lone wolf. When they were young, Ashe was always trying to tame him. She would bark at him for not obeying orders and he would flash her that signature smug grin of his with a half assed “sorry” and a chuckle. But she had to admit, Cassidy’s aim and quick wit was unmatched among her crew. He got away with shit nothing else would be able to. Still, his confidence and disobedience was spreading to them like a disease and she was determined to stamp it out. 

Cassidy got a kick out of Ashes tantrums and would always tease her about them. He was the gasoline to her fire. And when she was fired up, she was near unstoppable. As far as he was concerned, he was doing her a service by entertaining her anger. During his time in the gang, they saw their most success. It was no coincidence, it was their synergy that they were able to make a name for themselves. But they got sloppy, the gang got caught and Cassidy was absorbed by Blackwatch. 

Years later, they met yet again, facing each other head to head when Cassidy retrieved Ashe’s stolen contraband. And they realized nothing had changed. Ashe was still as stubborn as an ox and Cassidy was the same smug bastard as ever before. 

However defiant Cassidy was out on the field, he was always on his best behavior when it came to you. Keeping a respectful distance, but never missing an opportunity to breach it. That is to say, he’ll play by your rules until he can coax you into playing by his. And he’s charming, it’s easy to let your guard down with him, and you do. You’re slippery as an eel, though, and it’s hard for him to pin you down when you’re vulnerable because you shy aware from him when you are. He’s like a hunter patiently waiting to snare you in his trap. 

Ashe is different. She’s impatient and forceful, she lacks the graces that Cassidy has but has some of her own. She can’t lull you into security like he does, but she’s a natural born leader and it’s hard to say no to her when she gives you an order. You find yourself doing as she asks without even realizing it. She loves your obedient nature, adores how easily you fold under her. She’s never really had to seduce anyone before, she’s so used to getting what she wants just by asking for it. But she has to go through the song and dance with you and she’s terrible at it. She usually has all the graces of a socialite but loses it when she realizes her weakness is you. 

When the two discover that they’re both pining for you, things get…out of hand. Ashe is absolutely livid and you have to beg her to drop her coach gun and listen to reason. It doesn’t go far and it isn’t long before she mets Cassidy out in the barren desert and threatens to snuff the life out of him then and there. Cassidy calls her bluff, saunters out to meet her, hand hovering over his peacekeeper. He stops, about 20 feet away from her, positioned as if ready to draw in a moments notice. 

He’s in his element. Cassidy knows that out of the two of them, he’s easily the most suitable romantic partner. So he faces the conflict as confident as ever, rest assured in his ability to woo you. But that’s not what Ashe is concerned about. It didn’t matter if you prefer Cassidy or not, she was going to take you regardless. But he always had to make himself an obstacle in her path, one she still couldn’t best. Because of him, nabbing you is going to be much more difficult than expected. 

In the midst of their fighting, you make yourself scarce, eager to remove yourself from the situation. You weren’t sure how you got into this mess, but now you had the two most notorious outlaws in the New West on your trail. Still, you weren’t completely hopeless. Having been so close to Ashe and Cassidy, you discovered their blind spots and could evade them for a considerable amount of time. When you slipped through their fingers, Ashe jumped at Cassidy’s throat, accusing him of some kind of plot to steal you away. Cassidy was caught completely off guard. He was ready to win your heart for good, defend your honor and you just up and left him to fend for himself. Neither of them were happy with you scurrying off. 

Just like the old days, they teamed up again on a mission to search for you. And when they find you, they work together in punishing you for wondering off. It’s in these moments that you belong to the both of them, pushed towards Cassidy and pulled back into the arms of Ashe. They find their camaraderie again in torturing and toying with you. It quells their conflict, if only for a moment. But there’s no way they can share you like this for long. 

Cassidy is a passive combattant at first, still confident that you’ll be running to him by the end of this. He’s an experienced playboy that can play your body like a fiddle. But Ashe is more emotionally invested in you than physically, and her sincerity is touching. Sure, she’s harsh and controlling but she cares for you like a doting mother. If he finds you’ve grown more partial to her, that’s when hell breaks loose. 

Then, the situation becomes more dire. It’s turned from a playful show into a fight for your favor. Now that bedding you hasn’t worked, Cassidy is much more forceful and violent in his approach, and Ashe doesn’t like this one bit. He might put his hands on you if you misbehave, and if she sees any marks that aren’t hers, these two will spend all day screaming at each other. You’d never seen Cassidy invested in these arguments until now, but it seems like he’s taking this more seriously than before. 

There are plenty of times when you slip away from them, but they always find you. Cassidy used to be impressed with your evasiveness, he seemed to get a kick out of your little game of cat and mouse. But once things turned sour, he was swift to make an example of you. Ashe was never entertained, though, and is happy to punish you once Cassidy hardened up a bit. 

If you ever feed into your Stockholm syndrome and they break you in, you’re basically their baby. Cassidy will soften up towards you and spoil you rotten, Ashe will still be the disciplinarian that barks orders at you. They still fight over you, and sometimes one or the other will take off with you by themselves for a while. But they always come back to meet each other in the middle, if only to please you.

[flyingtrailerpark]

Outdoor Fashion Forward: Incorporating Navy Hoodies into Your Style

In the realm of fashion, the hoodie stands tall as a versatile, comfortable, and effortlessly stylish staple. Among the various shades and styles available, the navy hoodie, with its timeless appeal, embodies a perfect balance between sophistication and casualness. Its adaptability makes it an ideal piece for outdoor fashion, allowing for diverse styling options suitable for various occasions and seasons.

The Versatile Navy Hue

Navy blue, with its deep, rich tones, holds a unique place in the color palette. Its versatility effortlessly complements a wide range of skin tones and pairs seamlessly with an array of colors. This versatility is what makes the navy hoodie a go-to choice for those seeking a reliable yet stylish addition to their wardrobe.

Casual Elegance: Mixing Comfort and Style

One of the inherent charms of the navy hoodie is its ability to merge comfort with elegance. For a laid-back, casual look, pair your navy hoodie with classic denim jeans. This combination exudes an easygoing vibe while maintaining a sense of sophistication. To elevate the ensemble further, opt for a tailored fit hoodie made of quality material. The subtle sheen of the fabric can add a touch of refinement to the overall outfit.

Layering: A Play of Textures and Depth

Layering is a powerful technique in fashion, especially when it comes to incorporating a navy hoodie. Experiment with different textures and lengths to create depth and visual interest. For a chic outdoor ensemble, layer the hoodie beneath a leather or denim jacket. This not only adds warmth but also introduces contrasting textures that enhance the overall look.

During cooler seasons, consider adding a trench coat or a wool overcoat over the navy hoodie. This combination not only ensures warmth but also brings a sophisticated, urban edge to your outdoor attire.

Seasonal Adaptability: Transitioning through the Year

The navy hoodie seamlessly transitions between seasons, making it a versatile wardrobe piece year-round. In spring and summer, opt for lighter fabrics such as cotton or blends with breathable materials. Pair it with chinos or shorts for a relaxed yet put-together look. Roll up the sleeves for a touch of nonchalant charm.

As the temperatures drop, switch to heavier fabrics like fleece or wool to stay cozy during autumn and winter. Incorporate scarves, beanies, or gloves in complementing tones to add flair while keeping snug.

Accessorizing: Elevating the Look

Accessories can transform a simple navy hoodie outfit into a fashion statement. Experiment with accessories like statement belts, watches, or a sleek pair of sunglasses. For a touch of individuality, consider adding a pop of color through accessories or footwear.

Footwear: Finding the Perfect Match

Selecting the right footwear completes the ensemble when styling a navy hoodie. For a casual day out, sneakers in neutral tones or complementary colors offer a relaxed and sporty vibe. To transition to a slightly dressier look, opt for loafers or leather boots. Their versatility makes them a suitable choice for various outdoor settings, whether you're strolling through the city or exploring nature trails.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, the navy hoodie epitomizes versatile outdoor fashion. Its adaptability transcends seasons, offering a canvas for personal style expression. Whether layered for depth or paired with diverse accessories, it seamlessly blends comfort and sophistication. Embrace this timeless piece, effortlessly merging casual elegance with urban chic. And with the convenience of finding unisex hoodies online, exploring and incorporating this fashion staple into your wardrobe becomes an exciting journey of self-expression and style evolution.

[thunderdragondraws]

Lol, my current maximum in mountains (1.6 -2.1 km above sea level) is 5 miles (around 8-9 km), with height difference like 300-400 meters.

I am talking about this type of mountains (Aibga Ridge):

In my country it is considered black difficulty trail, which means "don't go without trekking boots and poles, and probably hire a guide, if you are unsure in your own abilities". Ordinary people (who wear sandals in mountains, lol), especially with kids, don't go on these trails, if they are sane.

PS Seen a guy with a 6-7 y.o. son there, poor kid cried how he was scared to fall from a steep descent. He wore sneakers, for fuck's sake!

And: equipment matters! If you want to climb some rocky paths, especially with bad weather conditions, especially high above sea level, trekking boots and poles are MUST HAVE. Sneakers are only suitable for the city and flat, dry forest paths!!

when i say i like hiking, i don’t mean “eight mile backpacking trip with special gear and an emergency beacon” sort of hiking, i mean a three mile loop to go look at pretty things and then a huge brunch after.

[waterbottlexsblog]

Staying Hydrated in Style: The Modern Traveler's Essential Companion

In today's fast-paced world, hydration isn't just about drinking water—it's about how you drink it. The modern traveler understands that a great drink container is more than just a vessel; it's a lifestyle statement, a sustainability commitment, and a personal performance enhancer.

The Evolution of Travel Drinkware

Gone are the days when travelers would settle for generic plastic bottles that compromise drink quality and environmental integrity. The contemporary hydration landscape has transformed, driven by innovative design, technological advancements, and a growing consciousness about personal health and ecological responsibility.

Why Your Choice of Drinkware Matters

Think about your daily routine. Whether you're a digital nomad working from different cafes, an outdoor enthusiast exploring mountain trails, or a busy professional navigating urban landscapes, your drink container is your constant companion. It's not just about quenching thirst—it's about maintaining optimal hydration, preserving drink temperature, and reflecting your personal style.

Key Considerations for Modern Travelers

Temperature Preservation The hallmark of a premium drink bottle is its ability to maintain your beverage's temperature. Whether you're craving an ice-cold water during a summer hike or a warm coffee during a chilly morning commute, advanced thermal technology ensures your drink remains at the perfect temperature for hours.

Durability and Lifestyle Compatibility Modern travelers need drinkware that can withstand diverse environments. From rugged outdoor adventures to sleek professional settings, your drink container should be versatile enough to transition seamlessly between different scenarios.

Sustainability Factor Environmental consciousness is no longer a trend—it's a necessity. Choosing a reusable, high-quality drink container significantly reduces single-use plastic waste and demonstrates your commitment to sustainable living.

Understanding Advanced Drinkware Technologies

When exploring hydration accessories, several innovative technologies stand out:

Insulation Techniques Double-wall construction has revolutionized drink preservation. By creating an air vacuum between two walls, these containers minimize heat transfer, keeping cold drinks cold and hot drinks hot for extended periods.

Material Innovations Stainless steel has emerged as the premier material for premium drink bottles. Its non-reactive nature ensures that your beverage's taste remains unaltered, while its robust construction guarantees long-lasting performance.

Design Considerations for the Modern Traveler

A truly exceptional drink container balances functionality with aesthetic appeal. Look for features like:

Ergonomic designs that fit comfortably in your hand

Leak-proof mechanisms

Easy-to-clean surfaces

Compact sizes suitable for various carrying options

The Rise of Multi-Functional Drinkware

Today's best drink bottles aren't single-purpose tools. Many now incorporate additional features like:

Built-in straws

Integrated filtration systems

Measurement markings

Connectivity with mobile apps for hydration tracking

Practical Tips for Choosing Your Perfect Travel Companion

Assess Your Lifestyle Consider your typical daily activities and choose a drink container that complements them.

Prioritize Quality Over Price Investing in a high-quality drink bottle pays dividends in durability, performance, and long-term cost-effectiveness.

Consider Maintenance Choose containers with smooth interiors and minimal complex parts for easier cleaning and maintenance.

Environmental and Personal Health Benefits

By selecting a premium travel water bottle, you're not just making a personal choice—you're participating in a global movement towards sustainable consumption. Each refill represents a small victory against single-use plastic waste.

Maintenance and Care

To maximize your drink container's lifespan:

Clean thoroughly after each use

Avoid using harsh chemicals

Store in a cool, dry place

Inspect seals and mechanisms periodically

Emerging Trends in Hydration Accessories

The future of travel drinkware looks exciting, with trends pointing towards:

Smart technology integration

Enhanced thermal capabilities

More sustainable manufacturing processes

Personalization options

Conclusion: Your Hydration, Your Statement

Choosing the right travel water bottle is more than a purchase—it's a statement about who you are. It reflects your commitment to personal health, environmental sustainability, and modern lifestyle standards.

Whether you're drawn to a sleek double wall tumbler or an advanced insulated stainless steel water bottle, remember that your choice goes beyond mere hydration. It's about embracing a lifestyle that values quality, performance, and conscious living.

[perfumeboxusa]

Introducing Lattafa Najdia Intense – The Latest Sensation

If you’re a fragrance enthusiast who appreciates luxurious and long-lasting scents, Lattafa Najdia Intense Eau De Parfum is an exceptional choice. As part of the renowned Lattafa perfumes collection, Najdia Intense is crafted to captivate with its unique blend of refreshing and warm notes. Designed for individuals who enjoy bold, sophisticated aromas, this Eau De Parfum delivers unmatched elegance and versatility.

Available at The Perfume Box, a trusted destination for authentic fragrances, this Lattafa creation is a testament to the artistry behind high-quality perfumes. Let’s delve into what makes Lattafa Najdia Intense a standout addition to your collection.

Why Choose Lattafa Najdia Intense?

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Lattafa Najdia Intense is a product of Lattafa Fragrances, a globally celebrated brand known for its ability to craft captivating scents that leave a lasting impression. Najdia Intense stands out for its ability to balance vibrant freshness with a warm, woody depth, making it ideal for any occasion.

This fragrance is perfect for both casual and formal settings, offering an alluring and refined aroma that suits men and women alike. Whether you're heading to a dinner party, a business meeting, or a day out with friends, Najdia Intense ensures you exude confidence and sophistication.

The Captivating Notes of Lattafa Najdia Intense

The magic of Najdia Intense lies in its harmonious blend of carefully selected notes. These layers create an unforgettable sensory experience:

Top Notes: The fragrance opens with a refreshing burst of citrus and green apple. These vibrant notes provide an energizing and uplifting start that draws immediate attention.

Middle Notes: The heart of the fragrance introduces a spicy and aromatic blend of cardamom and lavender. These notes add a layer of depth and complexity, balancing freshness with a hint of warmth.

Base Notes: The foundation of Najdia Intense is a sensual mix of amber, musk, and cedarwood. These rich and warm notes ensure the scent lingers beautifully on the skin, leaving a trail of elegance wherever you go.

This intricate composition is what makes Lattafa perfumes like Najdia Intense a favorite among fragrance enthusiasts. The blend of fresh, spicy, and woody notes creates a balanced aroma that adapts to any environment.

Product Specifications

Brand: Lattafa

Size: 3.4 oz (100ml)

Type: Eau De Parfum

Gender: Unisex

Lattafa Najdia Intense is designed to cater to a wide range of preferences, making it a versatile addition to your fragrance collection. Its unisex appeal ensures it suits both men and women, while its long-lasting formula ensures you stay refreshed all day.

Why Shop at The Perfume Box?

The Perfume Box is a trusted name for purchasing authentic fragrances at competitive prices. Here’s why it’s the perfect destination to shop for Lattafa cologne and other premium perfumes:

Authenticity Guaranteed: Every product is 100% genuine, ensuring you receive the quality you deserve.

Wide Selection: Explore an extensive collection of Lattafa fragrances and other world-class brands.

Exclusive Discounts: Enjoy great deals on premium fragrances, including occasional offers on popular items like Najdia Intense.

Reliable Service: Benefit from quick shipping and excellent customer service, ensuring a seamless shopping experience.

Who Should Buy Lattafa Najdia Intense?

This fragrance is ideal for individuals who:

Appreciate bold and sophisticated scents.

Seek a unisex perfume suitable for both casual and formal occasions.

Want a high-quality fragrance at a reasonable price.

Value the artistry and longevity of perfumes Lattafa offers.

Najdia Intense is especially appealing to those who enjoy fragrances that transition seamlessly from day to night, adapting to various settings with ease.

How to Maximize Your Fragrance Experience?

To get the most out of your Lattafa Najdia Intense Eau De Parfum, follow these tips:

Apply to Pulse Points: Focus on areas like wrists, neck, and behind the ears for optimal diffusion.

Layer for Longevity: Use complementary scented body lotions or oils to enhance the fragrance’s staying power.

Store Properly: Keep your perfume in a cool, dark place to maintain its quality and potency.

Final Thoughts

Lattafa Najdia Intense Eau De Parfum is more than just a fragrance—it’s a statement of elegance and individuality. With its expertly crafted blend of notes, versatile appeal, and long-lasting formula, it’s no surprise that Najdia Intense is a standout in the world of Lattafa perfumes. Whether you’re looking to treat yourself or find the perfect gift for a loved one, Najdia Intense is an excellent choice.

At The Perfume Box, you can shop this exceptional fragrance with confidence, knowing you’re purchasing an authentic product at a great price. Don’t miss the opportunity to add this iconic scent to your collection. Visit The Perfume Box today and experience the sophistication of Lattafa fragrances firsthand.

[boostyourskiingskill]

How to Boost Your Skiing Skills: Informative Tips for Every Skier

Skiing is an exhilarating sport that combines adventure with breathtaking snowy landscapes. Enhancing your skiing skills doesn’t have to be daunting. Whether you're just starting out or aiming to perfect your technique, the right guidance can help you ski with more poise, precision, and pleasure.

This guide provides straightforward and actionable advice to help you make the most of your time on the slopes.

1. Focus on Fundamentals

A solid grasp of the basics is essential for any skier. Before diving into advanced techniques, ensure your foundational skills are strong:

Adopt the Right Stance: Keep your knees slightly bent, center your weight, and stay relaxed. This posture helps you adapt to changes in the terrain.

Maintain Balance: Evenly distribute your weight across both skis. Good balance is vital for controlled turns and handling uneven surfaces.

Look Ahead: Focus on the path ahead rather than your skis. This enhances your ability to anticipate obstacles and maintain your orientation.

Even seasoned skiers can benefit from revisiting these fundamentals to refine their technique.

2. Boost Your Fitness and Strength

Skiing requires physical strength, flexibility, and stamina. Preparing your body off the slopes can significantly improve your performance on them.

Strengthen Your Lower Body: Exercises like squats, lunges, and wall sits can increase your stability and control.

Improve Core Strength: A strong core enhances balance and reduces the risk of falls. Add planks and twisting movements to your workout.

Build Cardiovascular Endurance: Activities like running, cycling, or swimming improve your stamina for long days on the slopes.

Better fitness not only boosts your performance but also helps prevent injuries and delays fatigue.

3. Hone Your Turning Skills

Turning is a critical component of skiing that affects your ability to control speed, navigate obstacles, and tackle different terrains. Focus on these key turning methods:

Snowplow Turns: Ideal for beginners to control speed during turns.

Parallel Turns: A smoother, faster alternative once you're comfortable with snowplow turns.

Carving: Uses the ski edges for sharper, more precise turns—perfect for groomed trails.

Practice these turns regularly to handle steeper and more advanced slopes confidently.

4. Invest in Professional Lessons

Even experienced skiers can benefit from expert instruction. A certified coach can pinpoint weaknesses, correct poor habits, and teach advanced techniques.

Beginners: Establish solid foundational skills.

Intermediate Skiers: Transition to steeper, more challenging slopes.

Advanced Skiers: Learn specialized techniques like mogul skiing or freestyle tricks.

A few lessons can lead to significant improvements in both skill and confidence.

5. Practice Consistently

Frequent practice is key to progress. Each run on the slopes is an opportunity to sharpen your skills and experiment with new techniques.

Set Clear Goals: Focus on improving a specific aspect, like faster turns or better balance, during each session.

Explore New Terrains: Trying different slopes and snow conditions builds versatility.

Review Your Progress: Record your runs to identify areas for improvement.

Consistency and goal-oriented practice accelerate your development as a skier.

6. Ski with Advanced Skiers

Joining more experienced skiers can be a great way to learn. Observing their techniques, following their lead, and seeking their advice can fast-track your progress.

Pushing yourself to match their pace (while staying safe) can also boost your confidence and motivate improvement.

7. Choose the Right Equipment

Using gear that matches your skill level and skiing style can make a significant difference.

Boots: Well-fitted boots provide crucial comfort and control.

Skis: Select skis suitable for your ability—shorter skis are ideal for beginners as they’re easier to maneuver.

Safety Gear: Always wear a helmet and goggles for protection and better visibility.

Regular maintenance, such as waxing skis and checking bindings, ensures your equipment performs at its best.

8. Train in Different Conditions

Skiing in varying conditions helps you adapt and become a more versatile skier. Practice on:

Groomed Slopes: Perfect for improving speed, carving, and basic turns.

Powder Snow: Develops your ability to adjust weight and movement for softer snow.

Icy Trails: Sharpens your edge control and balance in more demanding conditions.

Experiencing diverse terrains prepares you for any challenge on the slopes.

9. Join a Skiing Community

Becoming part of a skiing group or club can enhance your experience. Group lessons, shared advice, and ski trips provide a supportive environment for growth and keep the sport enjoyable.

Learning from fellow skiers introduces new techniques and opens doors to exciting trails.

10. Prioritize Safety and Listen to Your Body

Skill development is important, but your safety should always come first. Skiing is physically demanding, so it’s essential to take care of your body.

Warm Up: Stretch and do light exercises to prevent muscle strains.

Take Breaks: Rest when needed to avoid overexertion, especially on multi-day trips.

Monitor Weather: Stay informed about snow and weather conditions before hitting the slopes.

By prioritizing safety, you can enjoy skiing for years to come.

Conclusion

Enhancing your skiing skills is a rewarding journey that requires practice, preparation, and a positive outlook. By mastering the fundamentals, maintaining physical fitness, and challenging yourself, you’ll steadily progress.

Every session on the slopes is an opportunity to grow—whether it’s perfecting turns, exploring new trails, or learning from others. With persistence and the right mindset, you’ll ski with greater confidence and finesse in no time.

So gear up, hit the slopes, and enjoy every exhilarating moment on your path to becoming a better skier!

[australiatrekkingtours]

Looking for Overland Track Walking Tours? Join Experienced Trekking Company Today!

Anyone who can spare a few days to live tranquilly and escape the hustle and bustle ought to select expert guidance for Overland track walking tours from a renowned trekking company available nearby to explore the natural beauty of Australia.

Some well-established treks and tour services provide a list of easy, walking, popular, and rugged treks in addition to some non-trekking tours with knowledgeable and experienced guides. Search for Black Cat, Bulldog, and Shaggy Ridge treks or Kakoda history trips online and get a list of reliable companies to select as per your needs.

In addition to being associated with a crucial period in Australia's involvement in World War II, Kokoda is renowned for its top-notch tropical hiking trail, which leads walkers through moss-covered trees, rich rainforest landscapes, and picturesque streams.

Key Factors You Should Check When Selecting a Trekking Company:

Generally, well-known trekking organisations provide excellent safety, security, gear, and food to their itinerary. People must join a group that can plan and lead a suitable trail and trek. It calls on the ability to navigate, bushwhack through thick undergrowth, traverse numerous creeks, and cope with erratic weather. Their carefully thought-out itineraries reduce the danger of altitude sickness by accounting for acclimatisation.

Notwithstanding these difficulties, reputable trekking and hiking companies ensure that their trekkers and hikers have an experience they won't soon forget. Some renowned companies offer six-day guided trips of the Overland Track's attractions in Tasmania, which include challenging terrain and severe weather.

Professional trekking businesses prioritise environmental protection, and responsible tourism organisations hire knowledgeable employees who respect local customs.

They provide top-notch gear, and content logistics, which frees individuals from worrying about permits, accommodations, or crises so they can concentrate on the event.

Furthermore, they plan this journey with a small group of hikers to create a more personal and genuine natural experience. Their knowledgeable tour guides can offer their knowledge of the local ecosystem, wildlife, and history while also enhancing the trekking experience. They usually have satellite phones and other emergency communication equipment on hand.

Overall, explore Australia's best trekking and tours with a respectable Australian trekking and tour company. They help to maintain safety, guide you throughout the trekking journey, and make a lifetime memory.

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The Beauty of Trailing Indoor Plants in New Zealand: A Guide to Cascading Greenery

Trailing indoor plants have become a favorite for plant enthusiasts in New Zealand, and for a good reason. These cascading beauties are perfect for creating a lush, jungle-like atmosphere indoors. With a wide variety of trailing plants that thrive in New Zealand’s diverse climate, you can find the perfect option to suit your home or workspace. In this blog, we’ll explore the best trailing indoor plants for New Zealand homes, their benefits, and tips for keeping them healthy and vibrant.

Why Choose Trailing Indoor Plants?

Trailing plants have a unique charm that makes them stand out in indoor spaces. Whether hanging from baskets, cascading down shelves, or trailing from pots on a windowsill, they add movement, texture, and a sense of depth to your interiors. They are perfect for small spaces, as they take up minimal floor space while creating a lush, green display.

Trailing plants can soften the hard lines of furniture, add color to neutral spaces, and purify the air, making them a fantastic choice for any New Zealand home.

Top Trailing Indoor Plants in New Zealand

Here are some of the most popular trailing indoor plants you can easily find and grow in New Zealand:

1. Devil's Ivy (Epipremnum aureum) Also known as Golden Pothos, Devil's Ivy is a favorite trailing plant for beginners. It features heart-shaped leaves with beautiful green and yellow variegation. This plant is incredibly forgiving and can tolerate low light and infrequent watering, making it perfect for New Zealand homes.

2. String of Pearls (Senecio rowleyanus) With its unique, bead-like leaves that cascade down long, slender stems, String of Pearls is a striking choice. This plant thrives in bright, indirect light and prefers well-draining soil. It’s a great option for adding an eye-catching feature to hanging baskets or high shelves.

3. Heartleaf Philodendron (Philodendron hederaceum) This classic trailing plant has beautiful, heart-shaped green leaves. It’s known for its ease of care and ability to thrive in low to medium light. It’s a popular choice in New Zealand for its adaptability and graceful growth pattern.

4. String of Hearts (Ceropegia woodii) Known for its delicate, heart-shaped leaves with a silver marbling pattern, the String of Hearts is a charming trailing plant. It’s perfect for hanging baskets and does well in bright, indirect light. This plant is semi-succulent, so it prefers to dry out between watering.

5. Spider Plant (Chlorophytum comosum) The Spider Plant is a well-loved, low-maintenance trailing plant that produces baby “spiderettes” on long stems. It’s excellent for beginners and thrives in a variety of light conditions, making it suitable for homes throughout New Zealand.

6. Tradescantia (Tradescantia zebrina) Often called the Wandering Jew, Tradescantia features stunning, variegated purple and green leaves that add a pop of color to any room. It’s fast-growing, easy to care for, and does best in bright, indirect light.

7. Boston Fern (Nephrolepis exaltata) The Boston Fern is a classic choice for adding a lush, green cascade to your space. It’s ideal for hanging baskets and does well in humid environments, making it a great plant for bathrooms or kitchens in New Zealand homes.

[nandneesharma]

Exploring the Versatility and Durability of Tusk Terrabite Tires

When it comes to off-road adventures, the quality of your tires can make or break your experience. Among the top choices for riders and UTV enthusiasts is the Tusk Terrabite—a tire that has set a new standard in durability, performance, and versatility. Whether you’re navigating rocky trails, muddy paths, or sandy dunes, the Tusk Terrabite is engineered to deliver exceptional traction and stability.

Why Choose Tusk Terrabite Tires?

The Tusk Terrabite is a DOT-approved radial tire known for its high-quality construction and adaptability to various terrains. Designed with an aggressive tread pattern, these tires provide excellent grip and stability, making them suitable for both UTVs and adventure motorcycles.

One of the standout features of the Tusk Terrabite is its 8-ply rated carcass, which ensures puncture resistance and durability. Whether you’re tackling rocky landscapes or wooded trails, these tires are built to withstand the harshest conditions. Additionally, their smooth ride on hard surfaces makes them a versatile choice for riders who transition between off-road and on-road journeys.

Pairing Tusk Terrabite with the Right Gear

No off-road adventure is complete without the right accessories, and the Tusk Tank Bag is a must-have for riders. Designed for motorcycles and adventure bikes, this tank bag offers convenient and secure storage for essential gear, such as maps, tools, and snacks. Its durable construction and waterproof design make it an ideal companion for those rugged trails where unexpected weather changes are common.

For UTV enthusiasts, combining Tusk Terrabite tires with high-quality lift kits and suspension upgrades can further enhance your vehicle’s capability. The right setup not only improves ground clearance but also maximizes the performance of these premium tires.

Tusk Motorcycle Accessories: Elevate Your Experience

Tusk isn’t just about tires—it’s a brand that caters to every aspect of off-road riding. From Tusk motorcycle parts to adventure-ready gear, the brand has everything you need to upgrade your bike. Whether it’s a new set of handlebars, protective gear, or storage solutions like the Tusk Tank Bag, their products are designed with riders in mind.

Motorcyclists who rely on Tusk gear appreciate the balance of quality and affordability. Products like the Tusk Olympus Tank Bag and Tusk panniers have gained popularity for their durability and practicality, allowing riders to focus on their journey without worrying about their equipment.

Finding the Best UTV Tire for Your Needs

When it comes to UTVs, the debate over the best UTV tire often highlights the Tusk Terrabite as a top contender. Its unique design combines the durability of an off-road tire with the smooth handling of a road tire. Riders praise its ability to provide excellent control on steep inclines and uneven terrain, making it a go-to choice for both casual riders and serious off-road enthusiasts.

To complement the Tusk Terrabite, consider investing in accessories like skid plates, bumpers, and lift kits. These additions not only protect your vehicle but also ensure that your UTV is equipped to handle any adventure.

A Winning Combination for Off-Road Enthusiasts

For those who take their off-road adventures seriously, combining the Tusk Terrabite, Tusk Tank Bag, and other Tusk motorcycle accessories creates the perfect setup. The Tusk brand stands out for its commitment to quality and performance, catering to both motorcyclists and UTV riders alike.

Choosing the right gear is crucial for ensuring safety and enjoyment during your rides. With the best UTV tire and high-quality accessories, you can tackle any terrain with confidence. Whether you’re exploring rugged trails on your UTV or embarking on a long-distance motorcycle journey, Tusk has you covered.

Conclusion

The Tusk Terrabite is more than just a tire; it’s a trusted partner for adventurers who demand performance and reliability. Paired with the Tusk Tank Bag and other Tusk motorcycle accessories, it transforms any off-road experience into an unforgettable journey.

So, whether you’re searching for the best UTV tire or essential gear for your motorcycle, look no further than Tusk. Explore the possibilities, gear up, and take your adventures to the next level!