#way too much whining going on atm in (us) politics...and almost all of it coming from the right who love complaining about snowflakes.
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mariemariemaria · 8 days ago
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it is funny watching a wannabe trad wife complain bc she had to get an education to be able to work a 9-5 and do chores at the same time which SUCKS because she'd much rather have three children with another on the way while she 💕💐🎀👒 milks cows on the farm and looks after the children and collects chicken eggs 💕💐🎀👒 like girl if you can't cope with an office job and cleaning your one bedroom apartment do u really think you're cut out for farm labour?
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helloprettybb · 4 years ago
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seven rings
i actually have a semi-cute draco fic in my brain, but it’s going to take a while for it to be written so here’s some more smut. i don’t want a boyfriend because they’re overrated, but i would sacrifice my soul for a modern draco. also, idk if i need to state this, but my draco’s going to be “nicer” and not act very much like canon draco. i have a lot of thoughts about how draco and other characters are treated in the book and i would feel bad for not staying canon but also jk sucks so i have no remorse for completely changing everything. (cursed child doesn’t exist). but ahhhh i’m such a slut for draco atm.
description: you’re a sucker for draco and his expensive jewelry. 
warnings: cursing, smut obv, choking, size kinkish, fingering, lotttts of kinks, pretty fucking filthy actually, cum play ig, it’s just a lot
word count: 1.8k
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You watch as Draco types away on his laptop. He’s working on something for who knows what class. You know you should feel bad about not listening to him, especially since he just told you a couple minutes ago, but you don’t because ever since he’s entered your apartment, your attention has been on his hands. More specifically, the seven dark rings that decorate his slender fingers. 
You watch as the rings clink lightly together as he types. Mesmerized by his fingers briskly gliding across the keyboard, you sit and watch as he works. He stops and fiddles with the silver Versace ring on his left middle finger. You can’t help but imagine where else those fingers could go. Images of Draco wrapping his hand around your throat and leaving indentions on your skin cloud your mind. Shortly after, you start to imagine him grabbing your hips and sinking his fingers in your- 
“Huh?” you ask. Draco said something, but your mind was so fuzzy with lust that you didn’t hear the words.
“I asked what you wanted to eat for dinner,” Draco replies calmly, now looking at you. 
“Oh, whatever you want.” you reply meekly. He furrows his brows like he’s observing you. 
“Are you okay, love?” his voice dropping a little, making your heart pound in your chest. He has to know the effect he has on you.
“Yeah, just feeling a bit peaky.” you lie. Draco moves his chair closer to you. He’s so close that you can make out every detail of his perfect face. He puts his hand under your chin in a loving way but his darkening eyes tell a different story.
“Is my princess lying to me?” he asks as if he knows the answer but wants to hear it from you.
“No,” you lie again. He raises an unimpressed brow and you change your answer, “Yes.” He smiles when you tell the truth.
“Will you please tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asks sweetly. You want to lower your head and avert your eyes but his hand keeps your head tilted up.
“Jus’ thinking about your fingers.” you say quietly.
“My fingers? Where do you want them, princess?” he prompts, moving to the end of the chair and leaning closer to you.
“Around my throat,” you breathe out adding, “Please” to be polite.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Draco says before slowly sliding his hand from below your chin to around your neck. He rests them there, not squeezing yet. With his other hand, he moves to the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and passionate, all your sexual frustration released. Draco can feel your neediness and decides to help you out by giving your neck a gentle squeeze. You immediately gasp at the feeling. 
Moving into his lap to get closer, you slowly grind down on his hips as he whispers swears between heated kisses. Draco tightens his grip around your throat and right when you feel the airy feeling in your brain, he lets go. He’s known about your love for his hand around your throat for a while. Draco knows just how long to squeeze to give you that perfect euphoria. 
You whine when he removes his hand from your neck. “I know, princess. Let’s move this to the bed, eh?” You nod and Draco moves his hands to below your ass. You wrap your legs around him as he lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He sets you down gently and moves to straddle your hips, trapping you beneath him. You love how small you feel compared to him and you think he loves it, too. He kisses up and down your neck, biting and sucking at your most sensitive spots. One of your hands plays with his hair while the other grabs his shoulder. 
Craving some friction, you start to move your hips against his. Draco separates from the crook of your neck. His silver chain dangling above you, he murmurs, “Patience, love.”
“Please, Draco,” you beg, “I need you.” He smiles at your pleas and moves enough to let you take your shirt off and unhook your bra. The moment he catches sight of your tits, he starts kissing your chest until his mouth connects to your right nipple. He uses his left hand to massage your left breast and you moan loudly. It feels amazing, but you feel like you’ll explode if he doesn’t fuck you anytime soon, so you tug at the hem of his shirt. 
He gets the message and disconnects so he can take his shirt off. You don’t hide your staring as he continues to undress. Draco smirks as you watch him unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers. You take off your skirt at the same time, leaving you only in your panties. You almost start drooling when you watch Draco remove his underwear. His dick hits his stomach and you want to have a taste. 
He sees your desperation and says, “Next time, princess. Wanna cum in that pretty little pussy.” Even though he’s about as eager as you, he’s still going to use his fingers first.
He starts to slide one of his rings off and you blurt, “No,” he turns and looks at you. Biting your lip, embarrassed by your quick outburst, you look away. Draco moves so that he’s hovering above you.
“Do you want me to keep the rings on?” he asks. You nod and he shakes his head. “Use your words, baby.”
“Please, Draco. Can you finger me with your rings on?” you ask. His eyes blown with lust, Draco kisses you fiercely and you respond happily. You feel his hands move to play with your underwear. You lift your hips up, giving him silent permission to take your panties off. He slides them down and you pull your legs up so he can take them off completely. Discarding them somewhere in the room, he lightly trails his fingers up and down your thighs. You shiver at the sensitivity, the anticipation building inside of you. 
He moves his hands farther up until he’s right by your pussy. Gathering the wetness between your legs, he slowly pushes a finger in. You gasp at the cool feeling of the metal ring against his warm finger. He picks up the pace slightly, adding a finger once you’ve gotten used to the feeling. Draco’s fingered you multiple times, but this is the first time he’s kept his rings on. He knows it won’t be the last as he feels you start to clench around his two fingers.
“Is my princess ‘bout to cum?” he asks. His mouth has been leaving love marks all over your body. He sucks on your left nipple and you cum. You hear him mutter a couple praises as he rides you through your orgasm. 
After you come down from your high, he pulls his fingers out slowly. He puts his fingers in front of your face and you eagerly take them in your mouth. You suck his fingers and Draco feels like he could cum on your stomach from how hot you look. 
Once you finish cleaning his fingers, you release them from your mouth and you beg, “Fuck me, Draco. I need your cock in me.” Your lust-filled mind reduced you to a babbling mess. Draco strokes himself a couple of times before sliding into your pussy. You sigh as he sinks into you and he groans at the tight feeling around his dick. 
He starts at a deep, hard pace and you move your legs to wrap around his waist. Grabbing onto him, you feel him speed up. Your nails scratch up and down his back. His groans get louder as you mark him. One of Draco’s hands wraps around your throat as he pounds into you. Your moans are pornographic and you think back to your first year when you lived in the dorms and everybody could hear you and Draco. You’re sure everyone in the apartment complex can hear you, too but they’re the least of your concerns as Draco rails you into the mattress.
“Fuck, does my princess like it rough?” he asks above you. You’re probably a fucked-out mess, but you know he likes it, especially since he’s the one who ruined you. When you first started dating, he thought you’d be soft and innocent, but the minute he wrapped his hand around your neck, he knew he was wrong.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes...” you trail off, lost in pleasure as he hits the spot. The one that makes you keen against him and squeeze your eyes shut. He sees your reaction and starts abusing the spot, making you writhe underneath him. He slows down to a slow grind, driving you crazy at how deep he is in your pussy.
“Y-you’re so big,” you stutter out. He rewards your compliment with a firm squeeze around your throat. You sigh breathily when he releases. Draco removes his hand, replacing it with his lips as he sucks and nips. So overcome with pleasure, you start to squirm but are kept in place by Draco’s strong hands on your hips. You start clenching around Draco, signaling to him that you’re close.
“Cum for me, princess. Squeeze my cock,” he commands. At his order, you cum around him with a shout of his name. You feel like you’re floating in a cloud of bliss. Draco’s name is the only word on your mind as you babble incoherently. 
“Shit, your pussy’s so tight around me.” he groans. His hips stuttering before releasing inside you. He thrusts slowly as you milk his cock. Pulling out slowly, Draco leans down and watches your mixed cum drip out of your pussy and down your thighs. “So fucking hot.” Draco says and you give him a loopy smile. He gathers some cum that’s leaking out and slowly slides it back into your pussy.
“Too sensitive,” you mumble above him.
“I’m sorry, princess. Just don’t want it to go to waste.” he replies. Moving back up to you, Draco connects your lips in a sweet kiss, unlike the wild, passionate one that started this. His left arm moves underneath your legs and he picks you up bridal shower to the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
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funkylittlebard · 4 years ago
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You Can't Make Me
hello, i am back again for the second time in as many days with more smut aha
finally finished (there's a theme atm) a fic i've been scheming up since March. thanks very much to @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde for beta'ing!!
Geraskier, explicitly horny. Also on Ao3.
CWs: brat tamer dom! Jaskier, bratty sub! Geralt, spanking, edging, anal fingering, belt used as restraints, handjob, outdoor sex
When Geralt and Jaskier had started to walk out of town, the sun had been shining and Geralt had been in a good mood, even smiling softly at Jaskier when the bard linked their hands together. When they had stopped for lunch near a babbling, flowing stream, he had let his head fall against Jaskier’s thigh and sat silently whilst the other man had played with his hair. Yes, Geralt had been quiet since then, but that wasn’t particularly unusual.
“Geralt, darling, come look at this,” Jaskier could hear Geralt scuffing his boots behind him, and then a loud sigh. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the other man glaring down at the ground, kicking up dust. The bard blinked in surprise as Geralt looked up at him, almost pouting. He folded his arms and raised a brow at Geralt, daring him to continue. Geralt huffed petulantyly, and crossed his arms. He paused for only the briefest second before he spoke, but it was long enough for Jaskier to begin to understand what kind of mood he was in.
“Fuck off, Jaskier, you can’t make me,” he snapped. Jaskier stared at him for a long moment, considering his options, before he laughed.
“Is that how you want to play it then, darling? You’ll have to do better than that to get what you want. Perhaps you could try asking me directly?” he said, goading. They had discussed the possibility of doing something like this on their journey through the woods, and they had agreed that Geralt would be the one to initiate it so that he could be confident they would be safe. Jaskier could feel the excitement thrumming through his veins at the opportunity unfolding in front of him. It wasn’t often Geralt let himself play like this. Jaskier took a step forward, eyebrow still cocked.
“Do you want to try that again, Geralt?”
Geralt’s breath caught and he backed up half a step. He snarled back at Jaskier.
“Make me, I said,” he growled, hands balled into fists by his sides. Jaskier didn’t believe his posturing for a second. He moved over swiftly, trying to catch Geralt by surprise. Geralt backed away before he could reach him, bringing his hands up in a guard. Jaskier scoffed.
“We both know you won’t hurt me, darling. Why don’t you just come here and be a good boy for me?” he knew even as he said it that there was no chance, so he carried on. “You won’t like what happens if you don’t.”
Geralt swallowed thickly, and shook his head. “As fucking if, Jaskier,” He took another defensive step back, hitting a tree. His eyes widened as he realised his mistake. “Jask-”
But Jaskier was already on him, grabbing the hair at the back of his neck and yanking his head back sharply. He tugged, using it to pull Geralt to the ground onto his knees.
“What did you just say to me, pup?” Jaskier said, emphasising his words with a pointed pull of Geralt's hair.
The witcher glared back up at him, baring his teeth as he growled. Jaskier tutted and pulled Geralt’s head back a little further. He shoved his feet roughly between Geralt's splayed thighs, revelling in the cut-off little choke it produced in the other man.
“Let’s try that again, shall we?” he pressed his foot forward and Geralt's eyes widened a fraction at the sudden pressure to his dick. “Answer me, Geralt. Politely.” he pushed a bit more before drawing his foot back slightly, the pressure only enough to tease now. Geralt yelped and glowered up at him- Jaskier could already see how his pupils had expanded, the black hiding the amber iris. Yet Geralt still refused to answer him properly. Jaskier frowned. “You know, if you don't answer me, this will only get worse for you.”
Geralt blinked once and tried to shift his hips back away from Jaskier’s foot. “Oh ho ho, no you don't,” Jaskier pushed Geralt by his shoulders, sending him tumbling into the leaves covering the forest floor. He pinned Geralt's hips down, sitting over his crotch and snatching his hands up above his head so fast it made Geralt's head spin. Mouth dry, he gulped before trying to break free, but to his surprise, he found he couldn’t move. Startled, he stared up at Jaskier, eyes wide, trying to remember if his bard had always been so strong?
“Let me go, Jaskier,” he gritted out.
“No, I don’t think I will. Not until you behave for me.”
Jaskier punctuated his point with a kiss to the sensitive underside of Geralt’s jaw. The witcher let out a soft gasp, then shook his head trying desperately to clear it, and pouted up at Jaskier. He opened his mouth as if to say something undoubtedly bratty- Jaskier didn’t give him the chance. He moved a hand to cover Geralt’s mouth, squeezing the other man’s wrists together tightly with one hand.
Geralt couldn’t hold back his whine at that, overwhelmed at the ease with which Jaskier was overpowering him. His cock twitched where it lay trapped in his leathers and Jaskier smirked.
“Now. Let me ask you this again. What did you say to me?” he peeled his hand away. Geralt squirmed- though he found he couldn’t move very far at all - and Jaskier could see the glint in his eyes as the little shit purposefully swallowed and grinned up at him, saying nothing.
Well. If that was how he wanted to play it, then so be it.
“Well, don't worry dear heart, I’ll give you what you need,” Jaskier said, smile twisting into a snarl. “On your front. Now.” Geralt paused for a moment, uncertain. Jaskier ran his fingers down Geralt’s neck, making him shiver. “Come on, Geralt. Turn over,” he said, his voice still cold and stern.
Geralt swallowed heavilly as he felt his arousal building. He sucked in a deep breath, and finally replied to Jaskier.
“No.”
Jaskier looked at him and chuckled. He slid slowly off of Geralt, rubbing his hands over Geralt’s thighs as he went.
“Have it your way,” he said, and grabbed Geralt’s legs, flipping him over and sending the witcher sprawling face-first into the dirt. He pulled his own belt free next, and folded it over hastily. He grabbed Geralt’s wrists again, and slid his belt around them, tugging it sharply to make sure it was tight as he tied it off. He didn’t stop - he pulled the laces of Geralt’s trousers loose and wrenched them down, taking a moment to lean in and whisper in his ear. “Colour?”
“Green,” Geralt breathed back at him.
“Good,” Jaskier said, and nipped his earlobe before settling back on Geralt’s thighs and taking a moment to admire the scene in front of him. He trailed his nails across Geralt’s bare arse and watched with an almost imperceptible grin as the other man shuddered beneath him.
“You know what happens to naughty, bratty little witchers who won’t do as they’re told, Geralt?” Geralt quivered under him, before answering in a low-pitched voice.
“N-no?”
“No, sir.”
Geralt gulped and tried to hide his face in the leaves, Jaskier’s tone making him feel small and significantly less bold than he was a moment ago. He worried his bottom lip before letting out a quiet, embarrassed whisper.
“No, sir.”
Jaskier yanked his head up by the hair again and snarled in his face, “That’s more like it,” he said and smacked Geralt’s arse, hard. Geralt whined, trying to wiggle closer, most of the fight having seeped out of him at this point. Jaskier laughed darkly.
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll be trying to entice me to keep going much longer, pup,” he slapped his palm down again over the same spot. He hit it a third time before repeating the same thing on the other cheek. He could hear Geralt’s breathing picking up, the other man trying very hard not to make too much noise. Well, that certainly wouldn’t do- he rubbed a hand over Geralt’s arse before digging his nails in, hard. Geralt mewled, trying to wriggle away from the slight stinging sensation. Jaskier smirked at him, and slapped him again, delighting in the full-body shiver it produced. “Hold still for me, boy,” he growled, and Geralt halted, frozen in place. He panted roughly for a moment, and Jaskier spanked him again. Geralt bit his lip, hands clenching tightly together, wrists flexing futilely. He tried so, so hard not to move, finding himself suddenly desperate for Jaskier’s praise, limbs going rigid with the strain. The bard leant in close to his ear again.
“Good boy,” he purred and Geralt cried out, face turning red with embarrassment at how loud Jaskier was making him already. He could feel his arse tingling slightly and whimpered, wishing he could hide his face further into the leaves. Jaskier spanked him again, making him whine deep in his throat, wiggling his hips wildly to gain some friction. His breath caught in his throat as he realised his error, and he waited, heart racing, for Jaskier to say something. He felt Jaskier shuffle off of his thighs to his side, tutting quietly.
“Stay still Geralt, behave for me.” Lips pressed against the hot skin of Geralt’s arse and Geralt gasped faintly, but Jaskier moved away. There was a rustling sound and then Jaskier returned, and Geralt felt him trace a line across his arse. He shivered, still trying desperately to hold himself still, hands clenched into tight fists. A small part of him wanted to move, try and wriggle away, make things difficult for Jaskier, but that had largely been shut down by the much larger part of him that just wanted Jaskier to tell him he’d been his good boy-
He was pulled from his thoughts by the sensation of a warm, oil-slick finger circling his hole. He moaned and tried to lift his hips to get more, but was met with only a brutal slap. He yelped and pushed himself back down, trying his best to stay still. Jaskier petted his arse fondly, making Geralt’s breath turn ragged. His eyes scrunched tightly closed as he whined out an apology. Jaskier rolled his eyes at him, taking a second to breathe deeply and adjust himself in his trousers. That could wait until after he had seen to Geralt.
“If you can keep still for me, then maybe I’ll spare your pretty little arse any more slaps,” Jaskier murmured. Geralt shivered, biting his lip to try not to whine. Jaskier spanked him hard across his arse again and he yelled, hips rutting into the ground before he could stop himself. The friction had him gasping, breath coming out in uneven pants. Jaskier slapped him again. “Answer me when I ask you a question, brat.”
Geralt took a shuddery breath.
“I’ll t-try stay still for you, sir.” He wasn’t sure if he could do it, but he wanted to try, had to do his best to please Jaskier.
Jaskier leant in and nibbled at his earlobe before kissing it gently. Geralt could feel his fingers twitching.
“That’s my good boy. Still green?” Geralt whimpered helplessly, shoulders shaking as he nodded, hard enough that several leaves got caught in his hair. Jaskier brought his hand back to Geralt’s arse with a wicked smile, and continued to tease him. He circled around his hole again before finally slipping one finger inside, being gentle with his witcher. Geralt couldn't breathe for a moment, overwhelmed- no matter how many times they did this, the initial sensation of being filled always caught his breath, made it stutter, made him want to bare his neck for Jaskier and beg him to do whatever he wanted with him. He couldn't help it- it was too much, but not enough all at once- he wriggled slightly.
The finger immediately withdrew, and he cried out at the sudden loss.
“What did I tell you?” Jaskier snapped, before drawing back to lay a series of unrelenting slaps against Geralt’s already sensitive arse. Geralt’s breath came out in harsh pants, eyes tightly closed, as he willed himself to stay still. His dick was leaking steadily against the forest floor now and he wanted nothing more than to grind against it just for a little relief, but he had to be a good boy for Jaskier. That was more important.
When Jaskier stopped again, he moved to fetch more oil before starting a fresh assault on Geralt’s hole. This time he slicked up two fingers and pushed them insistently in. Geralt shuddered, tightening around him. Jaskier’s resulting moan made him smile slightly, eager to know that he was pleasing Jaskier. Jaskier continued to slowly tease him with his fingers, and Geralt managed to resist the urge to rock back on them just barely, teeth gritted together with the effort. He felt Jaskier’s other hand petting his damp back as he struggled to steady his breathing.
“That’s it, just like that. See, I knew you could behave for me,” Something in Geralt flickered rebelliously at the words. The vast majority of him still wanted desperately to behave, to be good for Jaskier, but now the other, smaller part of him was back- and it wanted him to make Jaskier work for his submission. He blinked, trying to establish equilibrium again, but it was hard. Jaskier’s fingers caught on his prostate as he was having his dilemma and he gasped, feeling suddenly right on the edge of orgasm, and he wiggled slightly in place. He remembered a moment too late. He froze. Jaskier sighed above him, teased him a moment longer until Geralt was practically sobbing. Then pulled out before he could come, and placed his hand on Geralt’s slowly reddening arse. Geralt couldn't help it-
“No no no, sir please, I’ll be good I- ah!” Jaskier carried on, unperturbed at Geralt cursing up a storm as Jaskier laid into him again. He was whining near constantly, a tiny high-pitched sound, by the time Jaskier stopped again, moving two fingers back into him without pause. Geralt convulsed as Jaskier sped up, pressing ruthlessly against his prostate.
“You will do exactly as I say or be punished, I thought we had established this.” he pushed another finger into Geralt, and the witcher bit his lip hard enough to bruise. He really, really wanted to push back onto Jaskier’s hand- he was so close again already. His breathing sped up and as he opened his mouth to warn the other man, Jaskier removed his hand altogether. Geralt felt so empty.
“Fuck! Sir, please, please, I wanna come,” he stopped as he felt Jaskier pull his hair, and winced. He risked a glance- Jaskier was regarding him coldly.
“Perhaps you didn't understand me. You do as I say, and you stay still, or I punish you. You get to come when I decide, not you.” Geralt felt his eyebrows rising, and began to splutter out a protest when Jaskier grabbed a handful of his crimson arse. He hissed, back arching and cried out loudly when Jaskier smacked him again. Jaskier smacked him five times on each side, then went back to teasing his hole, plunging his fingers in and out, crooking them just right to catch the spot until Geralt was straight back at the edge again. Jaskier pulled his fingers free as soon as he noticed, and immediately started spanking Geralt again.
Geralt was trembling on the ground, a puddle of precome beneath him, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as the pressure increased and his arse became more and more sore. He felt like his nerves were alight, he was so close to the edge, and Jaskier kept pulling him back from it. He was sure he was going to come if Jaskier kept this up, whether he was given permission or not.
Time passed, Jaskier still alternating between teasing his hole, and spanking his arse raw. Geralt didn't know how long it had been before the tears finally slid down his face, sob falling from his mouth. Jaskier moved his hands up to Geralt’s back, soothing over tense muscles.
“Are you ready to be a good boy for me now, Geralt?”
Absolutely overcome, Geralt whined, tears falling slowly down his face, and nodded. “Well then,” Jaskier purred, and reached down to grasp Geralt’s dick. Geralt cried out, hips thrusting frantically into Jaskier’s grip.
“‘M sorry, sorry, ah, sir, I-” Jaskier silenced him by shoving his fingers into Geralt’s mouth. Geralt moaned around them- his cock wet where he had been leaking, now sliding easily through Jaskier’s hand. Jaskier shushed him, rubbing his thumb soothingly over his lip.
“That's it, that's my good boy,” he slid his fingers free from Geralt's mouth, moving them down to touch Geralt’s arse teasingly, and Geralt let out a gasp.
“Please, sir, can’t help it, ‘m gonna-” Jaskier sped up, and kissed the other man’s shoulder softly. “Be a good boy and come for me, Geralt.”
Geralt came with a loud, almost surprised cry, collapsing boneless into Jaskier’s arms. Jaskier lowered him gently into the leaves away from the puddle of his own spend, and smoothed the witcher’s hair back from his face. He tutted, and smoothed a hand gently over his bright red arse, and Geralt flinched with a pained whimper. “You did so well for me darling, took it so beautifully for me,” Jaskier said with a wicked smile. Geralt whined pitifully into the leaves as Jaskier slid his belt free of his wrists. He shivered, and Jaskier leant down close to his ear. “Good boy, Geralt.”
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prorevenge · 6 years ago
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Insult me for my efforts? I'll ruin your holiday.
I'm on mobile, so sorry in advance for formatting/typos. I never thought that I'd post here but I've finally gotten my share of justice boner (although maybe not as pro as y'all'd like -- as it's still ongoing, suggestions are solicited)!
My dad and I have been planning to hike the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu for about a year, to start on father's day (he'll soon be 60 so I wanted to help him cross this item off his bucket list before he gets older).
A coworker of my dad's decided that he wanted to join in on this trip with his daughter, and as it was my first trip to South America, I thought there would be some strength in numbers in case we run into trouble, and I accepted.
My dad's coworker (let's call him 58 because that's his age as well as his IQ) has never traveled much aside from Italy (through a package tour), and was completely inexperienced in traveling solo. As we began to plan this trip, his answer to everything became "I'll just do whatever you guys are doing (read in your best idiot's voice)."
Whatever, I was determined to make this trip the best one for my dad, and it wasn't a big deal for me to make the reservations for 4 people instead of 2, so despite the fact that 58 and his daughter (let's call her NP, for Nachu Picchu, obviously) were not pulling any weight on the trip planning, I was glad to do it, and happy to help 58 and NP experience the world (NP has never traveled outside of her home country as far as I know).
Unfortunately, trouble began almost immediately. 58 has packed way too much and literally could not handle all of his luggage, leaving me and my dad to carry one of his bags atop our suitcase (he never once said thank you, and my dad was already pissed on day 1). Here are some of their lesser offenses:
- if you've ever traveled Peru, you might know that most first-time travelers follow the same path (often called the Gringo trail), starting in Lima and following a few very small but touristy towns (Paracas, Huacachina, Nazca). Our plan was to stay in these towns for 4 days, where there is no ATM access. So I wrote to 58 many weeks before the trip to bring at least $500-600 usd + 400 soles in cash, to pay for hotel and transportation as well as food, and wrote clearly that he will not see an ATM for 4 days. As soon as we landed in Lima airport, 58 announced that he had precisely $305 and a very low ATM withdrawal limit (around $200 per day). I knew we were in trouble then (we ended up lending him some money to make him shut up whining about money, which he ended up doing daily)
- from that day onwards, 58 began harassing me about ATM every day despite the fact that I have told him that there won't be any ATMs (keep in mind that I'm his co-worker's daughter... Have some dignity maybe?)
- 58 also complained constantly that the Peruvians don't speak English, and that he had no trouble communicating in English on his package trip to Italy. Umm... Sorry for not having taught all the Peruvians English?
- Despite his massive luggage size, both 58 and NP didn't pack everything that they needed for the Inca Trail, and they wanted to spend an entire day shopping for trekking gears. To give you an idea of what these people are like, 58 needed a rubber end to his trekking pole, and wanted our help in finding a store that sells it. When my dad pointed out a store that had hiking sticks on display, he cried out in his whiny idiotic voice "I want the rubber end, not the hiking sticks!" *rolls eyes*
-At the Inca Trail, our hiking group was about 10 women and 5 men, and 58's comment in front of me and NP was "wow, this means all the dudes can have two girls each, eh?" Happy father's day, I guess!
At this point, since it'll become important later, I will honestly and seriously say that 58 seems to have some sort of cognitive problem. He can't usually follow conversations, and even though information was relayed to him, he had trouble either retaining it or processing it, and people usually have to repeat information several times to him before he gets it. So because I noticed this early on in the trip, I tried to be understanding for a long time.
I really tried my best to make this a great experience for them. With my limited Spanish, I was able to get some great deals and some hidden tours that aren't really known to many people yet; I have some fancy lounge access at all airports that lets me bring in unlimited number of guests, so 58 and NP were traveling in style with me, drinking free alcohol and munching on snacks on comfy sofas until boarding time; because I had a year to prepare, we all got great hotels at great prices, etc.
Nonetheless, the real trouble began about a week into our trip. My dad and I had gotten sick of the constant ATM hunting and trekking gear shopping, so we had told 58 and NP that we were going to split, see some sights, and since NP and I have roaming data plans, we'd figure out how to rendez-vous later.
I should have foreseen that 58 would not process this information at once. He somehow understood that we would come back in 15 minutes, and NP, although she understood what our plans were, didn't try to correct 58 (from what I've observed over the week, they don't have a great father-daughter chemistry, and have very little communication -- for example, when 58 was having a really rough time with altitude sickness on the Inca trail, NP was happily hiking at the front of the trip, a couple of hours ahead of her dad, and never once hiked alongside him during the 4 days). So apparently they waited for us in the freezing streets of Cusco for a long time. I'm told that 58 was already pissed at this point.
From here, things took a dramatic turn for the worse rather quickly.
We had just one key to the airbnb that we were staying in, which I had (frankly, didn't trust 58 to not lose it). But NP's phone died and she couldn't find her way back to our hotel for a long time (as they had no part in the trip planning, they had no idea which neighborhood the hotel was in; which landmarks were nearby, etc., although I had of course sent them all the info ages ago).
As a result, my dad and I were locked in our hotel for over an hour waiting for them, and NP and 58 were locked out for an hour. My dad and I eventually went out to take a walk and to hopefully run into them (maybe 20 minutes total) and during this time they came to the hotel, saw the door locked, and became even more pissed.
When they finally came back to the hotel, 58 (who is probably 6'4" to my 5'4") stormed directly in front of me, pointed a finger at my face, and screamed, I AM SO ANGRY, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, AND YOU CANNOT TREAT ME LIKE THIS, and proceed to have a temper tantrum for hours (I just locked myself in a room and my dad dealt with 58, during which 58 apparently asserted that the ATMs wouldn't give him enough money and it was my fault, the Peruvians don't speak English and it was my fault, I quoted all prices in USD and Peruvian soles and so I was not honest, NP's phone died and it was my fault, and they got lost and it was my fault). Essentially, he and NP told me that my plans were disorganized compared to 58's package Italy tour, and that I was a terrible person (for your reference, 58's Italy trip cost him $6k, his Peru trip cost him less than $2.5k). What a way to pour my year's efforts for this trip down the drain!
I had had enough, and I decided to take my revenge. With about 8 days to go in the trip, I announced to them that I would no longer travel with them, and that aside from the things that were already booked and paid for, they were on their own. 58 and NP both got very upset, understandably so, and NP made things worse by telling me that I should grow a thicker skin and that I should take this as a learning experience since surely someone else will get mad at me again, and that I cannot burn bridges so quickly like this.
Well, 58 and NP are having a learning experience of their lifetime, being thrown into a country that they have no knowledge of (since they didn't do any research or trip planning on Peru) and neither of them speak any Spanish. NP, an avid Instagrammer who was making 20+ updates while being with me and my dad, hasn't Instagrammed anything since we split. They also missed sights in Cusco such as the Salineras salt mines, Moray, the sun Temple, etc. They're also missing out big time in Lima, but since we still have about 20 hours left here, I won't list our plans here in case they see this (oh, I hope they do!)
Tomorrow our flight leaves at 2:40am from Lima, and 58 and NP will have to make a fun choice; either stay in Lima until around midnight (nights in Lima aren't exactly safe, especially for non-street-savvy travel n00bs) or wait at the uncomfortable and not-so-clean Lima airport for 6-7 hours. In the meantime, my dad and I will be chilling at a VIP lounge, have some free drinks, and try to catch a few winks before boarding. 58 and NP will definitely not be my guests.
Also, in case you're wondering, although 58 is my dad's coworker, my parents are also completely behind me on this; dad is incredibly pissed at 58 and will distance himself as far from 58 as office politics will allow, and has already told 58 that he crossed a line that should never have been crossed; 58 and his girlfriend have been wanting to get closer to my parents for ages and go camping together and whatnot, but my mom has firmly stated that she will never see 58's face ever again.
TL;DR: travel companions who completely relied on my trip planning (and couldn't even follow instructions) made the mistake of screaming at me for their own faults. So I ditched them in a random country that they know nothing about, and took away extra privileges that come with traveling with me (help with language barrier, VIP lounge access etc). If you have more ways to get revenge, let me know.
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एक्ट्रेस और मॉडल सलोनी चोपड़ा ने एक बार फिर अपनी हॉट तस्वीरों से फैंस का ध्यान अपनी ओर खींचा है। आए दिन वह सोशल मीडिया पर अपनी तस्वीरें शेयर कर तहलका मचाया करती है।
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I travel with my own entourage, thanks. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #DoveWantsToKnowTheSecretToYourBeauty #DovesAreTheNewDragons #Travel #Zadar #Croatia
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Why men great 'til they gotta be great? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I just took a DNA test, turns out I'm 100% that bitch. Even when I'm crying crazy Yeah, I got boy problems, that's the human in me. Bling bling, then I solve 'em – that's the goddess in me 🎵 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 🖐🏽🖐🏽🖐🏽🖐🏽🖐🏽🖐🏽 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Hey, it’s Tuesday & while you’re scrolling, I want to tell you that the world needs you – to be yourself. Be yourself so hard, that YOU becomes a threat to them & their businesses. The world needs REAL WOMEN to be themselves. Shave when you wanna, work out when you wanna, make up when you wanna, fuck all of the above – when you don’t wanna. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Be you so hard, that they see you for how absolutely beautiful you are. I woke up so inspired today. Mainly because I’m seeing women all around me, women that don’t fall into the stereotypes of ‘beautiful’ still unashamedly putting themselves out there! Women with scars, imperfections, disabilities, marks, weight & daily magazine reminders about how they’re not enough, REAL every day women – using the Internet & these platforms to BREAK STEREPTYPES! They are no longer hiding. They’re not afraid of putting up photos of themselves, of their realness, they’re taking over the Internet with their awesomeness every day. While everyone is discussing how the internet is an extremely influential place where we feel insecure about ourselves, I think, what you feel depends heavily on what you choose to see – what you filter to follow on your feed. Every day, I see women posting about their bodies, sexuality, desires. Their journey’s of going from “I’m not comfortable using the Internet to flaunt my flaws because I’m a private person” to “big businesses have taken over & decided to make far too many women feel insecure about their identities, so I’m going to use MY own platform, & MY body, to remind other women why it’s okay to be imperfect – there’s more of us out there.” #Women that aren’t afraid of the shitty degrading comments, that don’t shy away from giving it back either. This one’s for you, I know it’s hard, but please don’t stop being you. Tag a beautiful woman! @tristamariemcg ✨ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #lizzo #womeninhiphop #zerofucksgiven #beyou
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सलोनी चोपड़ा की हाल ही में शेयर की गई ये सभी तस्वीरें इंटरनेट पर आग की तरह फैल रही हैं।
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I’m a little late on this one, but here’s the birthday girl’s outfit from the birthday party earlier this month. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I found this extremely cute gold dress by @lookbookstoredaily and it felt like the universe was sending me a sign, I had to wear it. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And obviously, because comfort comes first, and sneakers with glitter outfits is probably my favourite rebellious combination – I wore the new @heatwaveindia fashion sneakers that they’ve launched this month – which they also adorably gifted me, for my birthday. Check them out on @heatwaveindia 💕 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ladies, do you plan a birthday outfit? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #birthdaymonth #birthdaygirl #golddress #birthdaydress #comfortshoes #heatwaveshoes #girlsjustwannahavefun #travel #barcelona #spain #europe
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For my girls, that love to travel; #Part1 I know it’s hard. Harder than it sounds, harder than it looks, harder than they tell you it’s going to be. No one tells you, how very scary it is. Everyone talks about the crazy experiences and the fun they’ve had – the cool friends they’ve made. From a distance, it looks amazing. On paper, it looks easy. But from the train journey to the flight to walking down those streets on your own looking on a map, lost, alone, in an unknown country – is scary. That’s the thing about habits – they make us so comfortable in our own little world that we’re petrified of letting go, but the only way to grow in life, is to let go. To step out of your comfort zone, to do something new. The first time I ever travelled alone, I landed in Bangkok city & I was on the phone to my family every 2 minutes, whining, regretting a trip to a new country where I knew nothing & understood no language. I just wanted to be back home, in the comfort of my bed & the familiarity of all the materialistic things that defined me. I was petrified, lost, with a big suitcase, unsure of where to go to get the tickets for my next train that would take me to Koh Tao island. I’d never seen an island before, and in that moment, I thought… ‘it’s okay if I never see one, I just want to be home’. I reached a ferry port and threw my bag and ran to the toilet, sat on the pot, and howled my eyes out. I cried so much. I felt so alone. After a few minutes of crying, I looked up at the door, and in moment, I think in many many ways, my whole world changed. #girlsthattravel #travel #europe #croatia #cavtat #dubrovnik #beach #girls #tobecontinued #gopro #goprohero7 @goproindia
A post shared by Saloni Chopra (@salonichopraofficial) on Aug 19, 2019 at 6:47am PDT
सलोनी चोपड़ा अपनी इन्हीं तस्वीरों के कारण फैंस के बीच लाइमलाइट में बनी रहती हैं।
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I am a woman. A woman of colour. Sometimes privileged, often prohibited. Stifled. A woman none the less. Feminine, fragile, strong, masculine. I, am of substance. Wait – sometimes I’m of no substance, but I am the woman I wish to become, instead of desperately clinging onto the idea of an ideal woman, that you‘ve perfectly crafted for me. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’m a woman. An independent woman. I take pride in my financial independence – my ability to make my own choices because no one is feeding me. The option to walk away, the choice to stay. But that pride I cling onto so much, isn’t all mine. I’m independent not only because I chose to be, but because I was given the opportunities to become. Too many women like me live life without those opportunities. Without independence. Without choices. Dependent on their fathers & husbands – Financially. Emotionally. Socially. The world says, privileged women don’t need to be empowered…why not, I ask? Women from educated families, are also suppressed. How can I ever empower women from villages, if I simply fail to remind my women in cities, that they have an identity too? How can we make gold digger jokes about women using men like ATM’s, when we condition our women to attach their self worth & success to their marriages instead of their individual achievements? Why is it that maternal leave in most places is still for a woman, instead of both parents? Smart, intelligent women, still being conditioned to sacrifice their career growths, so they can have a family – regardless of how much they may love their jobs… because biological clock. I talk to women from different path’s of life, some that want a rich husband because it’s all they were conditioned to want from the beginning, some that want to become that rich husband, some that just want a family & nothing more, others that want to be entrepreneurs & bosses more than they want to be wives & mothers. Many that didnt want a degree just because it looked good on their shaadi portfolio. Some want to be respected, others – just want to be heard. I am a woman, a woman of colour. Idealised, stifled, but free. Let #women choose for themselves – who they wish to be.
A post shared by Saloni Chopra (@salonichopraofficial) on Aug 18, 2019 at 3:02am PDT
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I said I’d have a beach bikini body within one month. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It was hard – very hard to achieve. It took dedication, discipline, money, because let’s not forget, you can’t really get anywhere without the $$$, but at the end of the month… I realised that all it really took was a 12 hour flight – because I already had the bikini body. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Remember, all you ever really need, is to be a body, in a bikini, on a beach. Find the other 2, and fuck the stereotype 🤷‍♀️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ PS: Bikini @byqabira (launching September) ✨ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Photo by @svetlana.barcelonaphoto ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bikinibody #beachbody #barcelona #qabirabikini #spain #europe #travel #fuckstereotypes #selflove #traveltheworld
A post shared by Saloni Chopra (@salonichopraofficial) on Aug 11, 2019 at 7:57am PDT
सलोनी इसलिए भी सोशल मीडिया पर काफी पॉपुलर हैं क्योंकि वे कटरीना कैफ की हमशक्ल हैं।
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Don’t be surprised when I tell you this, like you didn’t already know, we like our women much like we like our dogs, silent and beautiful. A few tricks though, like great cooking skills go a long long way, but much like a humping dog causes embarrassment in front of guests, so does a sexually empowered woman. Stay down, lay low, that little brain wasn’t meant for you to talk about politics and sexual rights – your only identity is the one that leads back to your culture, but if you can learn to pout and tilt your head a little, just a little – enough to seduce him but not enough to be a slut… then you’ll go a long way, honey. A long way in a world where we’re selling something we do not even own ourselves. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So go on, smile a little, you can sell your body all you like, just as long as you fake it for a while. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fake it till yo- ah, till you wake up one day and decide not to fake it anymore. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #fakeittillyoumakeit #travel #women #amsterdam #netherlands #netherlands🇳🇱 #europe ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Photograph – @photographer.amsterdam
A post shared by Saloni Chopra (@salonichopraofficial) on Aug 9, 2019 at 8:07am PDT
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My happiest place is probably a massage bed – I’m usually automatically in an annoyed mood right after a massage because I cannot accept that it’s over. I’m so sad, and groggy, and annoyed, for almost a good 30 minutes before the calm relaxation kicks in, and everything seems… easier. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I genuinely think there are some things in life, like sushi and massages, that are better than sex, and it really makes you wonder, what is it that really makes the world go around? Love? Sex? Money? Or maybe… therapy? Maybe the chaos before the calm? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For my birthday yesterday, I got taken to a surprise massage session, right before my surprise cava, and a ridiculous surprise birthday party, and it just wouldn’t be fair to tell you more without the photos! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For now, here we are. (: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Thank you, for planning everything @schoujar @rahulb90 @shalsplay … or should I say, Saif, Ranveer & Priyanka? 😂 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #massage #massagerherapy #barcelona #spain #barcelonaspain #travel #selflove #europe #birthdaygift #gothicquarter
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सलोनी एमटीवी के शो गर्ल्स ऑन टॉप में नजर आ चुकी हैं।
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❌❌❌ finally has a non sexual meaning in my life. Really waited a long time for this day. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Edited with our @byloveandborders Lightroom Presets. Link in my bio. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #amsterdam #netherlands #amsterdam🇳🇱 #Europe #travel #girlsthattravel #presets #lightroompresets #lightroom
A post shared by Saloni Chopra (@salonichopraofficial) on Jul 26, 2019 at 11:35am PDT
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“Not everything a feminist does, is a feminist act.” – Emma Watson said that. When she posed semi topless for a magazine and peeps were like ‘omg, is this feminism or is it the same old nonsense’… and she said, quoted, “Feminism is about giving women choice. Feminism is not a stick with which to beat other women with. It’s about freedom, it’s about liberation, it’s about equality. I really don’t know what my tits have to do with it.” Lol. I love that she wondered what her tits had anything to do with, while she was topless. Thats kind of the point, like… yes, they’re out. Yes, I believe in women’s rights. Yes, I believe all women should choose for themselves. Yes, I think that’s freedom. No, I do not think women living by my rules is freedom. But we should all, including myself, be allowed to do whatever we want. Yes, tits are out, no, not in the mood to discuss women’s rights today but they’re out anyway and what’s my tits got to do with anything? Oh @emmawatson , we love you. I don’t know why but I thought of that quote tonight… even though no tits today. Lucky you, not for long though. 🌸 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #wordvomit #women #beyou #equality #emmawatson
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इतना ही नहीं वह सलमान खान की फिल्म रेस 3 में भी नजर आ चुकी हैं।
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When you travel and open your heart to the world, you realise… we, as people, we’re all somewhat connected. Often with love, grief and our dreams… but ever so often, also with our significant importance of Gates, how we love building massive entrances to places even though a pathway would’ve done the same job. But no, we as people, we’re all about the big things… our grandeur gestures and ways of life, our histories, you know we’re not that different at all 🌸 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Barcelona – Spain ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #barcelona #spain #indiagate #gatewayofindia #history #people #humanity #travel #redheadtravels #europe Edited using our @byloveandborders presets.
A post shared by Saloni Chopra (@salonichopraofficial) on Jul 13, 2019 at 1:38am PDT
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Hey @rahulb90 – give me a caption! I said. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Rahul: “I cant. You write what you do well already. And your followers like what you write. Except for the haters, ugh, it’s so annoying – it bothers me what morons say but I can’t control what morons say, or how they’ve been raised and conditioned, so I just don’t read your comments anymore. They’re morons and after a point they don’t just hate what you’re saying they hate you as a person because they get personal because well, they are morons. You could talk about school or disabilities & morons will comment. But I think ‘influencing’ works in a way where even though people may hate you, you’re doing it because someone somewhere, gets inspired by your actions. Some women may feel better about what they’re doing or finally get the courage to say fuck off to someone that’s bullying them or stop caring about others. Maybe they’ve always wanted to put up this one photo of theirs that they like but are so scared of what others will say that they don’t. And then they look at your profile, and they feel better. That’s influence by definition. It’s the same thing that we often have at home from older siblings and the way they inspire us or motivate us. That’s really just where the word comes from… being influenced. Not being someone that makes people feel miserable about the things they don’t have or simply being known. And you write for those people. That’s nice” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Me: “Umm… wow. I was thinking more like, ‘Candid-can-doooo’ but thanks for giving me something better. You should talk more, my women need you.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bethechange 📸 @rahulb90
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बताते चलें कि सलोनी के इंस्टा पर 443k फॉलोअर्स हैं।
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To; My dear friends with kids. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’m sorry I haven’t stayed in touch a lot lately. I tend to wander off in my own world, forgetting to share your happiness with you. I’ve been a little unfair & dishonest about my feelings, mostly cause I’m so scared that you’ll hate me, or judge me – but I guess I just have to trust you with my truth. I’ve been feeling a little distant from my friends with families. No, I’m not ‘lost’ nor am I ‘unhappy’ & I definitely don’t love you any less than I did before. But life is unpredictable & full of surprises. At 20, I had a ‘deadline’ for myself to adopt my first child by 30, which over the last few years changed – it became 35, then 32, again 30, and now – I’m at a point where I’ve decided to stop pushing deadlines down my throat just because it’s what’s expected of me. I still want to adopt more than anything else in this world, but I want to live, first. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Unfortunately it requires me to get my ‘ducks in a row’ in order to be legally eligible – marriage, buy a house, pay loans – but my ducks are currently running around the farm crazy & they seem so… happy! If I ever wanted to give birth, I would’ve done it right now & travelled the world with my child – but I’ve never wanted to bring another life into this world. I’ve wanted to adopt since I was 13 yrs old. And right now – I need to live, learn & grow as a person before I can be half the parent you’ve so effortlessly become. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I don’t want to burden myself with mortgage & loans just to prove to a government that id make a good parent – I’m not there yet. If I tied myself down, I’d hate myself & everyone around me. I’ll feel trapped. No one will be happy then. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I need to be able to be happy with where I am – who I am, before I can be answerable for a child that’s already seen the worst. So yes, I’ve been distracted with my dreams, often detached from your stories. But I’m watching from afar, I promise! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ From the baby steps to that adorable smile all over your feed – I’m so happy that you’ve found this magic! I promise when I’m ready, I will return. Love, The aunty that would rather not miss out on their 1st period or heartbreak 😛
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वहीं वे अपने लंबे इंस्टाग्राम पोस्ट्स के लिए भी जानी जाती हैं जिनमें वे उन तमाम मुद्दों पर बात करती हैं जिनपर बात करने से सेलिब्रिटीज़ अक्सर कतराते हैं।
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Now launching the new LG W30 with a triple camera set up! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Depth sensor, wide angle and low light camera – there’s something in this for everyone – specially if you love travel and photography. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ They have 3 colours – I personally adore the aurora green & thunder blue – but the grey is a great way to stay neutral too! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The processor makes it extremely easy to multitask between multiple apps smoothly – which honestly helps if you’re as busy up as I am these days planning my big birthday trip. That’s right, birthdaaaaay comin’ up! 🙈 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Here’s me mucking around and trying out the features while Rahul uses me as his muse! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Grab yourself the new LG W30 on 10th July from the @amazondotin link in my bio & stories! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Starting at only Rs.9,999/- ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ This one’s a keeper! 😉 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #lgwseries #lgtriplecam #lgftw #platinumgrey #auroragreen #thunderblue
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I recently read that these countries below are apparently the ‘safest’ for women to travel solo. Now while I don’t know what statistics that’s based on, given that anything could happen anywhere, but I guess considering the situation in our own home country, I mean – let’s not kid anyone, you can be patriotic and love your home and still acknowledge the drawbacks within… just as a mother can love it’s child but real love would not be to overlook and ignore their wrong doings, but instead to address them and help them be better – so while many of us MAY have had safe travels here at home, it isn’t necessarily a safe country for women to travel solo in. You’d have time and clothing restrictions, and that’s just to begin with. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But I would imagine some countries are easier and safer than others. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’m sharing this list with you humans, mostly to also know if any of you have ever been? If yes, then what do you think? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 1. Finland 2. Canada 3. New Zealand 4. Uruguay 5. Switzerland 6. Belgium 7. Austria 8. Iceland 9. Japan 10. Chile ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Have you been to any of them? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Tag a girl that travels ☂️ ✈️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #chile #japan #newzealand #iceland #canada #austria #belgium #switzerland #uruguay #finland #travel #girlsthattravel #solotravel #tagagirl #southkorea #korea #seoul
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वो उन चंद सेलिब्रिटीज़ में शामिल है जो अक्सर उन मुद्दों पर लिखते हैं जो अनछुए हैं।
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Day 2 at @umfkorea_official You guys picked out what I’m wearing today, and not only did you pick the right one, but you ALSO picked something that I’ve designed myself for the collection coming up on @byqabira – I’ve been so excited to wear them, and even more to share it with you… so this ones for you my lovely beautiful gorgeous Squad! Have a nice weekend. Be nice to people, even when all you want to do is slap them hard, try to find your kind chakras within 😉 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #ultrakorea #ultrakorea2019 #ultrafestival #travel #korea #southkorea #seoulkorea #seoul #byqabira
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prorevenge · 6 years ago
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Insult me for my efforts? I'll ruin your holiday.
story data: very very long story. 4084 votes. %94 upvoted. very popular.
I'm on mobile, so sorry in advance for formatting/typos. I never thought that I'd post here but I've finally gotten my share of justice boner (although maybe not as pro as y'all'd like -- as it's still ongoing, suggestions are solicited)!
My dad and I have been planning to hike the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu for about a year, to start on father's day (he'll soon be 60 so I wanted to help him cross this item off his bucket list before he gets older).
A coworker of my dad's decided that he wanted to join in on this trip with his daughter, and as it was my first trip to South America, I thought there would be some strength in numbers in case we run into trouble, and I accepted.
My dad's coworker (let's call him 58 because that's his age as well as his IQ) has never traveled much aside from Italy (through a package tour), and was completely inexperienced in traveling solo. As we began to plan this trip, his answer to everything became "I'll just do whatever you guys are doing (read in your best idiot's voice)."
Whatever, I was determined to make this trip the best one for my dad, and it wasn't a big deal for me to make the reservations for 4 people instead of 2, so despite the fact that 58 and his daughter (let's call her NP, for Nachu Picchu, obviously) were not pulling any weight on the trip planning, I was glad to do it, and happy to help 58 and NP experience the world (NP has never traveled outside of her home country as far as I know).
Unfortunately, trouble began almost immediately. 58 has packed way too much and literally could not handle all of his luggage, leaving me and my dad to carry one of his bags atop our suitcase (he never once said thank you, and my dad was already pissed on day 1). Here are some of their lesser offenses:
- if you've ever traveled Peru, you might know that most first-time travelers follow the same path (often called the Gringo trail), starting in Lima and following a few very small but touristy towns (Paracas, Huacachina, Nazca). Our plan was to stay in these towns for 4 days, where there is no ATM access. So I wrote to 58 many weeks before the trip to bring at least $500-600 usd + 400 soles in cash, to pay for hotel and transportation as well as food, and wrote clearly that he will not see an ATM for 4 days. As soon as we landed in Lima airport, 58 announced that he had precisely $305 and a very low ATM withdrawal limit (around $200 per day). I knew we were in trouble then (we ended up lending him some money to make him shut up whining about money, which he ended up doing daily)
- from that day onwards, 58 began harassing me about ATM every day despite the fact that I have told him that there won't be any ATMs (keep in mind that I'm his co-worker's daughter... Have some dignity maybe?)
- 58 also complained constantly that the Peruvians don't speak English, and that he had no trouble communicating in English on his package trip to Italy. Umm... Sorry for not having taught all the Peruvians English?
- Despite his massive luggage size, both 58 and NP didn't pack everything that they needed for the Inca Trail, and they wanted to spend an entire day shopping for trekking gears. To give you an idea of what these people are like, 58 needed a rubber end to his trekking pole, and wanted our help in finding a store that sells it. When my dad pointed out a store that had hiking sticks on display, he cried out in his whiny idiotic voice "I want the rubber end, not the hiking sticks!" *rolls eyes*
-At the Inca Trail, our hiking group was about 10 women and 5 men, and 58's comment in front of me and NP was "wow, this means all the dudes can have two girls each, eh?" Happy father's day, I guess!
At this point, since it'll become important later, I will honestly and seriously say that 58 seems to have some sort of cognitive problem. He can't usually follow conversations, and even though information was relayed to him, he had trouble either retaining it or processing it, and people usually have to repeat information several times to him before he gets it. So because I noticed this early on in the trip, I tried to be understanding for a long time.
I really tried my best to make this a great experience for them. With my limited Spanish, I was able to get some great deals and some hidden tours that aren't really known to many people yet; I have some fancy lounge access at all airports that lets me bring in unlimited number of guests, so 58 and NP were traveling in style with me, drinking free alcohol and munching on snacks on comfy sofas until boarding time; because I had a year to prepare, we all got great hotels at great prices, etc.
Nonetheless, the real trouble began about a week into our trip. My dad and I had gotten sick of the constant ATM hunting and trekking gear shopping, so we had told 58 and NP that we were going to split, see some sights, and since NP and I have roaming data plans, we'd figure out how to rendez-vous later.
I should have foreseen that 58 would not process this information at once. He somehow understood that we would come back in 15 minutes, and NP, although she understood what our plans were, didn't try to correct 58 (from what I've observed over the week, they don't have a great father-daughter chemistry, and have very little communication -- for example, when 58 was having a really rough time with altitude sickness on the Inca trail, NP was happily hiking at the front of the trip, a couple of hours ahead of her dad, and never once hiked alongside him during the 4 days). So apparently they waited for us in the freezing streets of Cusco for a long time. I'm told that 58 was already pissed at this point.
From here, things took a dramatic turn for the worse rather quickly.
We had just one key to the airbnb that we were staying in, which I had (frankly, didn't trust 58 to not lose it). But NP's phone died and she couldn't find her way back to our hotel for a long time (as they had no part in the trip planning, they had no idea which neighborhood the hotel was in; which landmarks were nearby, etc., although I had of course sent them all the info ages ago).
As a result, my dad and I were locked in our hotel for over an hour waiting for them, and NP and 58 were locked out for an hour. My dad and I eventually went out to take a walk and to hopefully run into them (maybe 20 minutes total) and during this time they came to the hotel, saw the door locked, and became even more pissed.
When they finally came back to the hotel, 58 (who is probably 6'4" to my 5'4") stormed directly in front of me, pointed a finger at my face, and screamed, I AM SO ANGRY, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, AND YOU CANNOT TREAT ME LIKE THIS, and proceed to have a temper tantrum for hours (I just locked myself in a room and my dad dealt with 58, during which 58 apparently asserted that the ATMs wouldn't give him enough money and it was my fault, the Peruvians don't speak English and it was my fault, I quoted all prices in USD and Peruvian soles and so I was not honest, NP's phone died and it was my fault, and they got lost and it was my fault). Essentially, he and NP told me that my plans were disorganized compared to 58's package Italy tour, and that I was a terrible person (for your reference, 58's Italy trip cost him $6k, his Peru trip cost him less than $2.5k). What a way to pour my year's efforts for this trip down the drain!
I had had enough, and I decided to take my revenge. With about 8 days to go in the trip, I announced to them that I would no longer travel with them, and that aside from the things that were already booked and paid for, they were on their own. 58 and NP both got very upset, understandably so, and NP made things worse by telling me that I should grow a thicker skin and that I should take this as a learning experience since surely someone else will get mad at me again, and that I cannot burn bridges so quickly like this.
Well, 58 and NP are having a learning experience of their lifetime, being thrown into a country that they have no knowledge of (since they didn't do any research or trip planning on Peru) and neither of them speak any Spanish. NP, an avid Instagrammer who was making 20+ updates while being with me and my dad, hasn't Instagrammed anything since we split. They also missed sights in Cusco such as the Salineras salt mines, Moray, the sun Temple, etc. They're also missing out big time in Lima, but since we still have about 20 hours left here, I won't list our plans here in case they see this (oh, I hope they do!)
Tomorrow our flight leaves at 2:40am from Lima, and 58 and NP will have to make a fun choice; either stay in Lima until around midnight (nights in Lima aren't exactly safe, especially for non-street-savvy travel n00bs) or wait at the uncomfortable and not-so-clean Lima airport for 6-7 hours. In the meantime, my dad and I will be chilling at a VIP lounge, have some free drinks, and try to catch a few winks before boarding. 58 and NP will definitely not be my guests. And maybe a couple of you good redditors would recognize 58 or NP and have a few laughs behind their backs.
Also, in case you're wondering, although 58 is my dad's coworker, my parents are also completely behind me on this; dad is incredibly pissed at 58 and will distance himself as far from 58 as office politics will allow, and has already told 58 that he crossed a line that should never have been crossed; 58 and his girlfriend have been wanting to get closer to my parents for ages and go camping together and whatnot, but my mom has firmly stated that she will never see 58's face ever again.
Tl;dr travel companions who completely relied on my trip planning (and couldn't even follow instructions) made the mistake of screaming at me for their own faults. So I ditched them in a random country that they know nothing about, and took away extra privileges that come with traveling with me (help with language barrier, VIP lounge access etc). If you have more ways to get revenge, let me know
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