#yes they’re mesmerising to watch too

[wellthebardsdead]

As an Australian, Morrowind truely feels like home to me.

Half desert, half swamp, gigantic bugs, weird animals, the air of uncertainty and threat of looming death by the elements.

And if you’re doubting me, I raise you an echidna, a platypus, and fire tornados.

Yes you heard me, fire tornados. They’re real. One’s been spotted early this year in the Northern Territory as the bushfire season kicks off with the extreme drought and heat.

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

You teach Ghost a new skill

PAIRING: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x F!Reader 

WARNINGS: smut || 18+ only MDNI ||

A/N: ...it's so horny...

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

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It’s been a long evening, and you’re tired.   Wrung out.

And so your first instinct (governed solely by delirious tiredness at this point) is to laugh at Ghost’s words.  Not because they’re funny, but because they’re—quite literally—unbelievable.   You look from him to Johnny, and then back to him, before your smile falters and falls entirely.  Oh fuck, he’s serious.

“You’re serious.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve never eaten pussy.”

“No.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter.  “Lt…I’m finding that very hard to believe.”

“Believe what y’want, Sergeant.”

Usually, Johnny would intervene, ever the peace-maker between the two of you.  But not tonight.  Tonight he just watches the two of you, his baby blues brighter and wider than usual as they swing between the two of you as though he’s watching a tennis match. 

“So…what?  You want to try?”

“Mm.”

“You want me to…show you what I like.  While you’re going down on me.”

Ghost looks at you like you’re an idiot, which, in his defence, is how he looks at everyone.  

You’re not entirely sure what to do, so you look to Johnny for help.  What the fuck, you mouth at him, and only when you hear a rumble from Ghost do you turn back to him.      

“Okay…yeah.  Fine. Okay, fine.”  You giggle nervously.  “Can Johnny show you?  He knows what I like.”  When you glance over at Johnny, he’s helpful as ever—nodding sagely at your words.  

He does know what you like, after all.

Ghost only crosses his arms over his chest, and the whole thing makes him look bigger.  More intimidating.  He takes up more room like this, and you may have even called it posturing, except you know that it isn’t.  There is neither the need nor the expectation of posturing between the three of you. 

“Take your clothes off,” Ghost orders, and you scramble to obey immediately.  (Hours in the future from this moment, you’ll think about how they’re the last coherent words he says for a while.  What a man your mighty Lieutenant is, commendable in the absolute dedication and discipline he shows in learning a new craft.)

You watch them as they watch you strip.  You take your time with it—too awkward to make it sexy for them, but enjoying how their eyes greedily linger on the skin your fingertips brush.  They make you feel sexy with just their eyes on you, and at one point, you watch with a sly smile on your face as Johnny touches himself through his trousers.  Just the one hard tug, and his resultant raspy exhale has white-hot arousal coursing through your veins. 

They don’t undress, they don’t even move from their positions, really, and you suppose there are worse things than being the main course for the evening.  When you’re finally bare, Johnny seems to lurch out of his trance and reaches out to you, gently pulling you by your hand into the bed.  And finally, finally, when Johnny kisses you, you can relax into the whole thing.  A contradiction to be sure, but you’ve never felt as relaxed as you do when you pull away from him, gasping for air.  

Ghost is at your back, mask off, warm breath at the nape of your neck.  “Don’t stop on my account, Sergeants.”

It’s hardly a big ask, and you go back eagerly for seconds, latch on to Johnny’s lips while his hands roam the sides of your body.  There’s a comfort in the familiarity of his touch, and you’re left wondering when you’ll have that with both of them.    

So it does come as quite a surprise when (in almost a physical manifestation of your inner thoughts) you feel Ghost’s arms reach out and tug your own behind your back.  You think nothing of it, though, too mesmerised by being the world’s luckiest girl in that moment—trapped in between two men, one making love to your mouth, the other determined to make you flood your panties by just kissing the back of your neck.  

You only barely register Ghost’s movements behind you, hands on your shoulders tugging you backwards into him with care until you’re lying on your back.  The ease with which Johnny moves with you, using his elbows to support his body weight above you, makes you feel like they’ve planned something for you.

But you know that’s not true.  You know that you can’t plan a calamity.

Johnny’s attention moves from your lips to your cheeks to your jaw, while you’ve got your head in Ghost’s lap, who runs eager, gentle hands over your breasts, your belly, your arms—and you can’t help but sigh with how languid and loose you feel right now.  And, almost as if in response, the lizard part of your hind-brain whispers to you about how nice and safe and warm it feels between the two men, being taken care of by them, being spoiled by them.  

They don’t seem in any particular hurry, and so when you cheekily guide Ghost’s hand towards your pussy and he resists, you don’t think anything of it.  But of course, it makes Johnny look up at Ghost and freeze and all the action stops and you want to whine, protest, make your displeasure known in some way, but you don’t get the opportunity.  Ghost shifts, cradling your head before putting it gently down on the bed, leaning closer and closer and oh.  

Kissing Ghost is so different from kissing Johnny.  When Johnny kisses you, it feels like your spine melts, and you’re left a puddle under eager, enthusiastic fingers.  But Ghost is not Johnny.

No, kissing Ghost makes you feel like you’re a bee trying to hold your own against a hurricane.  Try as hard as you want, but the hurricane doesn’t care.  The hurricane barrels through, stopped by nothing and no one, not swayed in the slightest by your courage or endeared to your foolishness.      

Except Ghost isn’t just a hurricane.  

He’s your superior officer, he’s a man you work with, a man you work for, a man you trust in more ways than one, a man who's got both your arms pinned above you.  He coaxes you to let him explore your mouth, urges you to open up to him, and god do you let him.  

So engrossed are you that you don’t even notice the distinct sound of the locking zip ties on your wrists until your body jerks up, and you find that your arms have been bound above your head.  “Ghost!  Wh—”

“Shh,” he murmurs.   “I’ve got ya, yer’alright, pet.  Hush.”

You hush.  When your eyes meet Johnny’s, he’s looking at you with the same steady gaze he gives you in the middle of the battlefield, a look that says it’s alright and you’ve got this and I won’t let anything happen to you.  So you relax and when Johnny climbs back up your body to kiss you again, you let your kiss sum up your trust in him.  He squeezes your right hip, something he’s done a thousand times before you remind you that you’re safe with him, and the final vestiges of apprehension drain out of you.

“Sitrep?” Johnny murmurs, and it makes you smile against his mouth.

“Living,” you answer immediately, and it makes Ghost exhale roughly.

But you know why, you think.  You can step outside of your body for a second, see what Ghost sees.  Your naked body in bed—in his bed—Johnny hovering over you, his clothed cock right over your pussy that throbs from the lack of attention.  

You break your kiss with Johnny and he turns to look at your Lieutenant.  “You ready for your lesson, Lt?”         

It always jars you, how quickly Ghost moves.  He’s surprisingly agile, even with how big he is, especially with how big he is, but he’s kneeling on the floor in a second, hands running over your calves, the back of your thighs and finally coming to a rest on your hips.  The whole time, though, his eyes haven’t left your pussy, and it makes you squirm.  You feel too warm just from his attention, and neither of them have even touched you between your legs yet.

“Now the first lesson is…” Soap uses his middle finger to touch your slit, and then immediately drops it, slides it over your completely, unbearably, slick, hot, neglected cunt.   

“Fuck,” Ghost spits and Johnny hums in approval.  You’re pretty sure you’re about to snap your jaw off its hinges from how tight you’ve got it clutched it shut.  “You hafta see how the bonnie lass is doin,’ alrate?  Check if you’ve been kissin’ her all nice and sweet, just how she likes it.”

Johnny continues to touch you, but warm fingers, bigger, rougher, more calloused, find your clit.  Ghost touches your clit in small, slow circles, and fuck.  You’re bucking your hips into it slightly because you can’t help yourself.  You close your eyes and squeeze them shut, because god, you can all hear how obscenely wet you are right now.  “See now how wet our lass is jus’ from hearin’ us talking about eatin’ that cunt?  That’s what you want, Lt,” Johnny instructs.

It makes you gasp raggedly, feeling like you’ve run a marathon but no.  All you’ve done is lay there, while they masturbate you with just two fingers but every coherent thought has already left your brain and you’re left wondering if you really will lose your mind and have a heart attack by the end of the night.  

“Now here’s a little tip, Ghost,” Johnny says hoarsely, and brings his finger still shiny-wet with your slick up to Ghost’s face.  There’s no hesitation as Ghost wraps his mouth around Johnny’s finger effortlessly.  You’re breathing hard with your mouth slightly open in apprehension, because if they say anything to you right now, you will literally pass out.  Johnny’s face lights up at the lack of thought Ghost seems to give in making out with Johnny’s finger, and he pushes in closer and closer to Ghost until they’re the ones kissing.  

And god.  You see the hint of tongues and they look so damn lost in each other, but they don’t stop touching you.  But goddammit you want their attention on you tonight.  You whine a little, squirm and pull against the zip ties that bind your wrists to the bedpost, but Ghost’s warm, steady hand on your thigh stops you.  Be good, it seems to say.  Be good and endure.  So you do.

When they break apart, Ghost’s quick smirk at you feels like your reward.  

“You…you can put your finger inside me, Ghost.  It’s—I’d really like that,” you say meekly.  You have not once in your life been meek with Ghost and Johnny chuckles slowly.

“Ach, I’m givin’ the instructions tonight, love.  Here,” he says, motioning so Ghostcan replace Johnny’s fingers on your slit with his own.  “Go on, then, Lt.”  His voice drops to a teasing whisper.  “It’s where she’s the warmest…wettest too.  And she’d like it,” he adds, only slightly mocking you, and you laugh breathily. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost croaks, and a tremor runs down your spine when he follows Johnny’s instructions.  It’s like your pussy hears him, floods his fingers, throbs a hot, wicked rhythm against them.   “Y’might be right, Johnny.”  Ghost diligently avoids our clit, running a curious finger over the length of your cunt, then feeling out the tight muscle there, pushing in slowly, slowly.  Gently enough to open you up on his finger.

“Good fuckin’ god, ain’t that a sight,” Johnny breathes, and you clench your fingers in a fist because you need something, anything to relieve the pressure you feel right now.  It hasn’t even been that long that Johnny fucked you, a few days, maybe, but the way you open up around Ghost’s finger, you’d have thought it was weeks.  

After all the build up that felt like torture, your eyes roll back into your head as you feel Ghost move his finger in and out of you, then feeling brave and adding a second.  His movements are precise, a military man through and through, and his eyes never once move from your cunt.  He watches the movement of his own fingers, the muscles in his bicep jumping from how controlled his movements are, and when he pulls them out and brushes them over Johnny’s lips, you can see that they’re absolutely drenched.  

But fuck, they don’t even give you a moment, because Johnny has his eyes closed, allows Ghost to sink his fingers in his mouth so deep, and he kind of…slumps a bit.  Relaxes into it entirely.   His face goes soft and his shoulders drop and Ghost watches him with keen, sharp eyes.  You’re almost convinced they’ve forgotten you’re in the room.   Almost, because, almost in perfect sync, their attention turns back to you.  They’re so in tune with each other, it’s ridiculous.  “Boys,” you gasp.  “Rude to keep a girl waiting, you know.”

“Greedy bitch,” Ghost insists, and pushes his fingers into your mouth instead.  You should bite him for the audacity, but the lingering taste of your own pussy has you weak, and you suck his fingers automatically.  “Be nice, pet.  Or class ends here, yeah?  You can be an outstanding student, while Johnny sucks my cock.”  His words expose the temporary nature of your bravado, and it rushes out of you, making your spine meet the bed again.  You hadn’t even realised how far you’d been arching off of it.

Johnny soothes you, though, shushing you, gentle murmurs of encouragement leaving his mouth effortlessly as two, thick fingers find their way inside you and keep you plugged.  He only turns to Ghost when you’re a gasping, moaning mess.  “Think you can guess wha’ comes next, Lt?”

Ghost adjusts so his face is right in front of your cunt and Johnny leans down to whisper in his ear.  “...like you’re parched, and the lass offers the last drink on Earth, ye?”

Johnny continues the rocking motion of his fingers inside you while Ghost brings his mouth closer to your cunt, and just breathes there.  Even that feels like too much stimulation and when Johnny uses that exact moment to curl his fingers into you in a come hither motion, your whine is loud and drawn out, eyes squeezed shut so tight, you feel a few errant tears leak out the sides.    

When Ghost’s tongue makes contact with you, he doesn’t immediately latch on to your clit like you’d expected, or hoped.  No, he uses his tongue to gently savour your wetness, and considering how much of it there is, you’re sure you’re feeding him mouthfuls of it, just from how close you are to coming.  He finally pulls you out of your misery, though, when his tongue makes the journey to your clit, and when your hips rock upwards, he groans and rises up to chase it.  The tip of his tongue swirls around your clit and down to your pussy, where Johnny’s fingers slide out slowly, so Ghost can suck them clean before they go back inside you and Ghost repeats the whole thing.

You’re only pulled out of the moment for a split second, when you notice Soap’s hand covering  the nape of Ghost’s neck, holding him there against your pussy, and how Ghost lets him.  It only catches your attention because of how submissive it is, how trusting, but you immediately forget why it even matters when his velvet tongue catches on your clit.       

You can hardly believe what’s happening to you right now.  Ghost is adjusting himself enough so your knees go effortlessly over his shoulder and you’re ludicrously exposed to him right now. The same Ghost who exercises restraint in every aspect of his life, is mean and sometimes a bully and strict and fucking scary, has got his nose grinding against your clit right now, while his tongue gathers your arousal from your slit, swallows it and goes back for more. 

You feel that deep, familiar swell in the pit of your belly, and your eyes pop open in panic, because your hands are tied and you can’t even grind into Ghost’s face without any leverage, but then Johnny adds a third finger into you while Ghost sucks on your clit with persistence, and you find that you don’t need that leverage after all.  You can grind into his face just fine.  You turn away and bite your lip hard, but Ghost’s hand shoots up and curls around your jaw, twisting it until you’re facing them again.  

You moan and Johnny coos at you in response. “Stay wi’ us, baby, stay right here,” he murmurs. 

And then, all at once, you’re coming, hard.  It’s almost painful, the pressure of it, the way it makes you want to kick and squeal and cry from how it makes your body curl up in on itself, your spine bowing in half.  Your cry is anguished and deep and rips its way out of your throat, and you think you hear a satisfied rumble from one of your boys, but you don’t know which one.  Your orgasm feels powerful and destructive and you claw at thin air, squirm and move but there’s no getting away from how encompassing it is, how fucking devastating it feels in it’s power. 

You may have drenched Johnny’s fingers and Ghost’s face but you couldn’t care less right now.  You hear one of them chuckle slowly, and you feel yourself gradually fall back onto the Earth.  Ghost has mercifully moved his attention to the insides of your thighs now and Johnny pets your other thigh, and though their touches, any touches feel too much right now, you don’t dare move away from them.  

This time, Ghost crawls up your body to kiss you, tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth, finally  murmurs against your lips.  “Sitrep, Sergeant?”

And you have to smile at that, because this man may hide under layers and layers, but he hides something inside him worth diving into the abyss for.  “Living, Lt.”  His teeth drag along the skin of your throat as he makes way for Johnny to check in on you.  

And oh.  Sweet Johnny’s just smiling at you, hands moving to brush back the sweaty hair at the crown of your head.  “Alright, love?”  

“Yeah,” you say softly, too blissed out to answer.  You float on a cloud, until Johnny speaks, the smirk and mischief in his voice making your eyes shoot open in a panic.

“Last lesson of the day, Lt.  Gotta clean our girl up.”   

[featherandferns]

daylight - prologue

jj maybank x fem!reader | prologue of the daylight series

content warnings: none

word count: 537

blurb: people-watching at a kegger, you find your new muse through your camera lens

His eyes are perfect. They reflect the setting sun like a still lake of water reflects treelines and sky. Clear, crisp and clean. They’re somewhere between blue and green. They remind you of a marsh pond or natural lake, enclosed within shrubs and trees, weeping willows and that sort of thing. His eyelashes are the things that girls would envy: long and naturally curled. Why do men always have such great eyelashes? It’s never fair. 

You watch as crow's feet appear beside his eyes. He must be smiling. Your focus is on his side profile, gazing at him through the viewfinder of your camera. That small mark of technology makes you feel less creepy in your staring. When he laughs, he shifts out of focus and view, shaking with his humour, eyes crinkled and bright. Something about it makes you smile too, as if you’re in on the joke. It’s a small smile. Secretive. He has dimples, you realise. An almost symmetrical smile that is somehow resigned and assertive at once. He’s mesmerising. It’s like he was meant to exist through a camera lens. You take the opportunity to snap a shot the moment he’s back in focus. Two. One more and - yes, perfect. 

You like photographing most things. Nature, people, sports, still-life: you weren’t picky. But eyes - oh, those are your favourite. It has always been a weird obsession of yours. There’s just something about them. They hold so much character; so much emotion, so much feeling. William Shakespeare once said, ‘the eyes are the window to the soul’, and you had to agree. This nameless boy’s eyes are the perfect example. 

But then you realise that you’re seeing his eyes from a whole new angle. 

They’re staring right at you.  

You quickly dart away. Lift the camera up and to the right, as if you’re photographing the sparse treeline which lines the beach. There’s a small thrum of anxiety in your throat which you swallow. You don’t dare look back to where he is. Instead, you distract yourself by adjusting the focus of the camera and zooming in on the branches, hoping to spot some wildlife. A bird is perched on a branch and you take a mundane photo before lowering your camera. You inspect the picture. Then, you finally brave a look to where the boy had been standing before. He’s gone. Phew. As the ‘new girl’ in town, the last thing you needed was the tagline of ‘stalker’. It was intrusive of you to photograph a stranger rather than striking up conversation like any normal person, but the kegger had been overwhelming. Everyone knew each other. Friends upon friends; groups and gangs of teenagers; hell, even the tourists all huddled together like lifelong pals. You felt on the outside. You always liked to people watch. Get a feel for the crowd and the people from a safe distance, your camera acting like a shield.

Looking down to mess with the settings, you take one more glance around to see if you can spot him. He seems to have vanished. Sighing, you lift your camera once more and turn your attention to another crowd of people at the beach, and you continue snapping away. 

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[hoe-for-daddywise]

Art the clown/reader Let me in

⚠️Warning: this fiction contains strong depictions of self harm, blood, drug abuse and graphic details of death. Slight NSFW but not anything major. 18+ Proof read maybe once ⚠️

Word count: 2512

Summary: one bad trip. A fic in which Art shows up during your high and you debate whether he’s real or not.

Just another bad trip, that’s all this was as mismatching colours swirled around your room from blue to green to yellow in a rhythmic dance, pulsating like a kaleidoscope.

So, when the air shifted and your bedroom door swung open, you barely noticed or you were too euphoric perhaps to care. Through the haze of your vision, however, a face emerged, a bloodied clown with black and white face paint and a black dot at the tip of his nose. He smiled, his teeth dirtied and yellow and you smiled back in fascination. “This is new.” You slurred. “I never see faces.”

The clown cocked his head slightly to the side and his smile faded somewhat before his brows raised into a surprised glare, his eyes setting on the new cuts on your arms and then to the blade next to you. He pointed at the blade, then to you, as if to ask if you’d done it to yourself, he never said a word as he sat face to face with you.

“Yes.” You laughed to which he clapped, proud of the harm you’d inflicted. There was something unsettling yet oddly captivating about the clown you believed your brain had conjured, the colours pirouetting around him like they were drawn to him, you studied his every move as he studied yours. He picked up the pill bottle next to you, examined the contents and shook his head as if disappointed.

The clown reached his bloody gloved hand toward the blade that was slick with your blood, picking it up to observe it. With a quick exaggerated motion, his fingers danced over the metal before popping it into his mouth and sucking every last drop of the liquid. A small part of you recoiled in horror, while the rest of you felt a thrill at the sight, excited at the way his eyes rolled back as he enjoyed the taste of you. A small shaky breath left your cracked lips as a heat rose within. He pulled the sharp metal out from between his lips and smirked at you, eager fingers shoving the blade back into your hand, willing you to go again. Complying, you placed the blade to your arm, watching how his nose flared and his lips parted while you cut into your flesh, he practically drooled at the sight of fresh blood mingling with dried blood. You groaned, happy to be pleasing him as you slashed three more times. You held your arm out to him, delighted with your work. The clown silently laughed and gripped your arm tight, pulling it to his black lips, his tongue swirling around the fresh wounds, lapping up every trickle. A small moan left you, earning a startled glance from the clown, his lips shaped in an ‘o’ which quickly turned into an animalistic smile as he pulled away, satisfied, the colours around him fluctuating. You were far too lucid to pay mind to the impossibility of the dream soaked reality you had fabricated to truly appreciate your situation, and the fact that, this clown, however improbable he may seem, clearly cannot be a hallucination.

“Can you see them?” You suddenly ask, mesmerised at the way the clown amplified your surroundings.

The clown tilted his head, unsure as to what you meant.

“The colours, the faces.” You continue.

Art glanced around your room for a second and then shook his head.

“That’s a shame. They’re so pretty.” You giggled. “You’re pretty.” You blush at your sudden admittance as the clown batts his eyelashes and smirks at you, a hand waving you off.

His eyes burnt into yours and his pupils seemed to swirl in your intoxicated state.

He was beautiful, this man was beautiful, even as the colours around you faded to grey to black to white, your trip coming to an end. “I wonder if I’ll see you again next time.” You ponder, leaning closer to his face, soaking in every detail before he inevitably disappeared…but he never did and the usual pain that formed in the centre of your head began to build letting you know that your high was over. That was when a slight panic set in and your breathing became harsh.

“How are you still here?”

The clown silently laughed, pointing his finger at you in mockery.

“Who are you?”

The clown showed his teeth in a snarl as you leaned in even closer, a tentative finger reaching up to touch him on the shoulder. You half expected your hand to go through him like a hologram but as it connected with the padded feeling of a body, you laughed, unsure of what to do next as his hand reached up to your head and patted it.

“What do you want?” You blinked rapidly, the clown simply wagged his index finger side to side as he stood. Shaking legs from your high failed to get you to stand and your body all but began to crash to the floor before the monochrome man grabbed you and steadied you, throwing you down onto your bed. You went to stand again but the clown held a hand out to tell you to stay put.

He crouched down and grabbed your pills, shaking the contents dramatically with a plotting smile.

“What are you doing?” You whisper. “They’re mine.”

The clowns focus unwavering as he disappears out of your room and out of your eye sight. Standing, your clumsy feet tripped over themselves, following him towards the bathroom where he stood over the toilet. Your heart sank as he unscrewed the cap and tipped the bottle upside down, the pills spilling out like small white stones, clattering against the porcelain bowl.

“No!” You scream, rushing forward and into his body. “Stop!” But it was too late, he tossed the empty bottle to the floor and, in a swift motion, pushed the lever down. The sound of rushing water echoed in the small bathroom, your lifeline swirling away.

“Why did you do that? I need them…You-you don’t understand.” Tears well in your eyes as your voice croaked, turning to face the clown who was wiping his hands together as if to say he was finished with his work.

Panic became fear and fear became anger, a storm brewing inside as you lifted your hands and began hitting the clown on the chest, each strike fuelled by the frustration of loosing the one thing you need to survive. “You don’t know what it’s like!”

The clown stood there, his face monotone as he allowed you to project your emotions to him, not flinching once as you continued to whack your palms onto him. You wished he’d fight back, offer some sort of punishment, instead, he held your gaze, curious to see what you would do next, but nothing could have prepared him for the swell of pure sorrow that crashed down on you like a tidal wave as you delivered your last blow to him. Like a flood gate had opened, tears spilled down your face, your makeup melting away as water lines stained your cheeks and a harrowing sound that was alien to you came from deep within your throat. The clown watched as you fell to your knees and gripped onto his satin suit, deflated and utterly broken.

He titled his head and a silent sigh fell from him whilst he crouched down next to you, gripping your face harsh to look at him in the eyes. He offered a small smile, kinder somehow than the ones he’d given you previously, and his dark eyes glistened with an understanding that transcended words, a mute acknowledgment of the pain you were enduring.

Suffice to say, you were still none the wiser as to who this man was, but one thing was clear to you, he didn’t want you taking those drugs any more. “Why?” Your voice trembled as you searched his gaze, desperate for an answer. “You don’t know me, why do you care?”

The grip on your face loosened and his thumb traced the contours of your cheeks, following your tears and wiping them away.

“Who even are you?”

The clown pointed his finger in the air as if he had an idea then his legs took him to your mirror. He took a deep breath, puffing air against the glass, creating a thin layer of condensation that began to cloud on the reflective surface. Reaching his finger to the mirror, he began tracing letters, each stroke slow and careful. Once finished, he stepped back, arms presenting his work with an exaggerated flourish.

“Art?” You recite.

Art nods vigorously, a large smile stretching across his face as he clapped.

“I like it, it suits you.”

He then points at you, as if wanting you know your name.

“Me? I’m y/n.” You blush as he theatrically sits back next to you on the tiled floor and shakes your hand.

“But, Art, you still haven’t told me why you chucked my pills.”

Art rolls his eyes as if frustrated that you won’t let the subject go before pointing at the empty bottle on the floor and holding his hands in a cross shape and then sticking his tongue out and pointing his finger to his mouth. He shakes his hand like he disproves of you taking the pills.

“But what do I do without them now?”

The clown put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to him, your foreheads just touching, his other hand points at himself and then to you.

“What about us?” A million thoughts race through your head, confusion taking over.

He then points at himself again and then extends his palm and pushes it down in the air.

“You’ll stay?”

Art moves his head back and nods at this, seeming excited, hoping you’ll take up on his offer.

“This is crazy.” You laugh. “I mean, thank you but I don’t know you. You let yourself into my apartment for gods sake.”

Art is insistent, however, pointing at you and him again over and over and then placing his hands together as if pleading you. You knew this was mad, and if better judgement had been on your side you would have said no, but, still hazy from you high you said what you never thought you would have, “okay then.”

The clown jumps up to his feet and practically dances around the bathroom. You giggle at this, watching the man you’ve just met who just somehow became your new life line.

“Well, I’ll have to talk to Eliza about it. She’s my room mate. Did you see her on your way in?” You ask.

Art suddenly stops in his tracks and his demeanour shifts, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He lifts his hands to the side near his head and offers a sheepish smile as if to say, ‘oops’.

“What did you do?”

The clown extends his arm out towards your still sitting form, head nodding to his hand for you to take it, which you gladly accept, electricity sparks within you from the contact causing you to blush. Slowly, he pulls you to your feet, making sure you were steady enough to walk, fingers gripping your hips as you swayed lightly. When he was sure you wouldn’t fall, he gently covered your eyes with his hands and walked behind you, pushing you along, a playful gesture that sent a thrill down your spine. You hadn’t realised how tall he was until now, and your body practically pressed against his had you grinning, you could feel the way his heart was beating rapidly against his chest, mirroring your excitement.

Each step you took felt like a dance, swaying in time with Art with his sporadic energy, the unspoken promise of something extraordinary ahead. As you neared your destination, your footsteps stopped and Art paused for a moment, allowing the tension to swell like the crescendo of a symphony. He leaned closer, his lips practically brushing your ear. Your breathing became heavy and your legs wobbled from anticipation all while his hands cascaded down from your eyes and slid down your arms lightly, causing a slight hiss from you as he grazed your new cuts. The sudden feeling of loss of contact from him made you groan as he stepped away from you, your eyes still shut but soon flying open when he tapped your shoulder.

The sight that greeted you took your breath away - a scene that was both shocking and surreal was laid before your eyes and there, Art, the artist, proudly presented his work with a display of his hands and a smile, eyes wide. He stepped aside slightly, allowing you to get a full view of your slaughtered room mate, Eliza, a grotesque tableau of colour and chaos painted your living room. Her insides had been filleted and her once green eyes taken from her skull; intestines and liver spread out for all to see. The only recognisable feature describable was that of her blonde hair which helpless gripped to her torn scalp.

Art twirled on the spot, pointed at the scene and then to himself, sweeping his arms wide as if to proclaim, ‘isn’t it magnificent?’, inviting you to join his twisted revelry.

A laugh left you, a deep guttural laugh that shocked the clown as much as it did you. Why did you not scream? Or cry? Or run in terror? No tears, nothing. Just a laugh that seemed to continue for ages, even as the clown silently laughed and pointed at your dead room mate. The absurdity of the moment settled over you as you found yourself mixed in the magic of his madness. He watched you, clapping now as you clapped with him. Words never came to you, they don’t need to, a wordless array of astonishment was all you could offer as you waltzed over to him and let your lips touch his.

[silly-scroimblo-whump]

HI GUYS!! :D new ocs!! whaaat!!! ^_^

cw: brainwashed whumpee, intimate carewhumper (sfw), cult mentions, and drugging ! yikes!

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Fog graces the room like the soft clouds of dusk, pink and pretty.

Just like her.

Lucille coos softly in the man’s ear as they dance, twirling around the brightly coloured room in the prettiest of gowns and the shiniest of shoes.

Tobias blinks oh-so slowly, barely holding onto her shoulders. He smiles, singing along slurredly, words trickling out of his mouth like sweet syrup — charming at first, but sticking irritatingly close to whatever is near for too long.

“Do you remember this song, Tobi?” She purrs, cupping his face with one hand and keeping him upright with the other.

“Luluu..” He cuddles closer, stumbling as he tries to catch up with each step of the dance. He’s too slow, always too slow, but he is always too out of it to realise. The fog ensures that.

“Of course you don’t, mm?” Lucille beams, dipping him low before scooping the dizzied man into her arms. She continues to dance, Tobias’s head lolling onto her shoulder.

“Luluuu… your eyes are, um, the- the prettiestt..” He manages, little giggles falling from his mouth like the beads of drool that soon follow.

Tobias is so horribly, hopelessly entranced, his brain as foggy as the room they stand in. He adores the lack of thought, he wants more dazedness — the bigger, smarter thoughts scare him, especially when they’re made so painful through withdrawal. Tobias adores being so dazed and pretty, because Lucille adores him.

Nothing else matters. The room could be reduced to rubble, and he’d still sway to her tune. He loves Lulu, he loves her, he loves her, he would do anything to stay by her side in such mesmerising bliss, he would—

“Doll? Are you there?” A voice drawls, drawing him out of his daze ever-so-slightly.

“Lulu!!” Joyously squealing, he’s reminded even further of just how much he loves her. Lulu rewards his sweet cooing with hands cupped against his chin, the entrancing tendrils of fog trailing up into his nose, melting his brain away further and further, fuzzier and floatier.

“I know, dear. I’m here.” She hums, watching as her magic works its way deeper and further into his brain. “Did you miss me while I was gone today?”

“Yy— yes, yes!! I missed you, I- I kept a good eye on your followers, I did good!” He beams, cuddling even closer. “I— I indoctrinated so, so many, Lulu.”

“Perfect. You’re always so perfect, you know?” Tobi knows! He knows, he’s so perfect. Not smart, no, never smart, but that’s good. That’s okay, because Lulu says she loves him.

Nothing else matters.

[jolyfics]

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: trish has just met up with your gang, being the only other girl her age, you try and connect to her

notes: first fic on here is done!! feel free to send requests in, they’re open right now!!

you and the rest of your gang were at the grape vineyard base, bucciarati had given orders for narancia to go out and buy what trish had requested earlier. you were sitting on the stairs alongside abbacchio and giorno, watching fugo try and get it into narancias brain how important this was. you sighed, you weren’t exactly paying attention to what they were talking about. if anything they were too loud, distracting you from your train of thought. thats when you heard footsteps come from the top of the stairs, you ignored them, assuming that they’d be from mista.

“(name)?” bucciarati spoke out, causing you to whip your head around to look at him. you then stood up, to show respect towards him.

“yes, bucciarati?” you asked, you had absolutely no idea to what he would want from you, you thought that all you had to do was stay here with abbacchio, giorno and fugo and protect the base.

“come with me, please” his voice had a hint of hastiness lying within it. you nodded as he began to walk back up the stairs, you followed in suit. mista was gone, you assumed he went to the bathroom or something? bucciarati then stopped, turning his head towards you.

“i need you to be trish’s personal guard, (name). i want you to be by her side at all times.” his voice was serious, his eyebrows were ever so slightly furrowed, he didn’t look angry though, just earnest.

“..okay” you spoke, you wouldn’t dare go against bucciaratis orders. he glanced at the door of the room trish was in. he was signalling you to go in now, to speak with her. you nodded. understanding what he wished of you. you walked up to the door and twisted the doorknob. trish sat by the window, looking longingly outside. you thought she looked breathtaking right now. how her pink hair only seemed brighter in the sun, her blue eyes shining, but they also looked sad, how you wished to know what she was thinking about right now.

you stepped further into the room, silently closing the door behind you. trish still hadn’t noticed your arrival into the room. she seemed to be lost in thought, no wonder, given the situation she’s in. you gave a small forced cough so she could notice you. immediately her head snapped around towards you, a small hint of fear in her face.

“when did you get here?” she asked, you hadn’t actually heard much of her voice yet, only the demands she spat at everyone when you two first met.

”a few seconds ago” you responded, too quickly for your own liking. something about her mesmerised you, it pulled you in towards her. she gave a small hum as she turned back to the window. it seemed she didn’t know what to say next. for all she knew you two had nothing in common. you had to find a neutral ground.

“so.. what are you into trish?” you spoke up again, she turned her head to face you once more, this time slower. she thought for a few seconds. in those seconds you only felt more embarrassed, what if you said that and she just shrugs and turns back around?

“i like fashion. and singing..” she mumbled the last part, avoiding your gaze. you sighed in relief. fashion, you knew a good amount about fashion, you would go as far to say buying clothes was a leisurely activity for you.

“fashion? what kind of fashion do you like?” you asked her, you were interested in her, obviously. though you noticed the way her head perked up when you asked her what she liked. she smiled slightly

“valentino, or gucci. though i like prada too. how about you?” she seemed interested in this conversation, yes! you did it! before you could give yourself a pat on the back, you had to answer her question

“vivienne westwood. definitely!” you grinned, happy to talk about one of, if not your favourite designers. trish smiled at your enthusiasm.

“really? i like some of vivienne, though im not too into punk fashion” she responded, hearing her talk so freely made you smile too. you moved over towards the window, sitting beside her. you could see all her features now, god was she pretty

after what felt like hours, the sun had begun to set. you had no idea if narancia was back or not, though right now you didn’t care. you and trish seemed to be having the time of your lives talking about fashion, the conversation even strayed towards giving eachother makeovers. at first you wondered why bucciarati picked you to be trish’s personal guard, you understood now.

[ughgoaway]

the brainrot is so real all i’ve been thinking about is reader and matty taking annie to an amusement park like universal, six flags, or disneyland (ik they’re probably in the uk but oh well) and them just being so super cute like a little family. and people constantly complimenting them on how lovely of a family they are. maybe later at school they ask all the kids what they did on the weekend and annie is ECSTATIC to talk about her weekend with her dad and his “special friend” 🤭

YESSSS I LOVE THIS.

as an English person, I have always wanted to go to Six Flags. idk why, but it looks so good. but since they are I'm the UK, I'm gonna base this at a UK theme park, Alton towers!!

so I think you're officially together, and annie knows, but she has been sworn to secrecy. She protests a little, "but I want to tell Lucy, Daddy!!"

"I know, sweetheart, but if y/n's boss finds out, she might not be allowed to teach you anymore!" and this, of course, immediately convinces Annie, and she is ready to keep it locked up.

you all pack the car up to go, Annie is buzzing and is certain she will stay awake the whole drive. but she falls asleep about 30 mins in, which is ideal really because you need to conserve her energy!!

this is kinda similar to the winter wonderland fic I did but oh well I'm still gonna talk ab matty being fucking EXHAUSTED after a few rides. you all go on the teacups and annie is spinning it really fast, and matty has to sit the next couple of rides out. annie teases him for being old, and you and her go solo on a few rides. but secretly, matty kind of prefers getting to sit on the side lines and watch you bond.

now at alton Towers, there's this thing called the roller coaster restaurant where there's tracks all over the ceilings, and your food comes on its own little roller coaster carriage, ngl its very cool. so I imagine you all go there and annie is mesmerised by the carriages, just staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. "woah, is that our food y/n???" she asks, bouncing up and down in her seat. you and matty are grinning like idiots at her excitement.

your waitress comes up and says, "I'm so sorry to interrupt," and matty immediately pulls his arm from around you, thinking it's a fan. He doesn't want people to know he's in a relationship just yet.

but it's not a fan, "I just wanted to say you're such a sweet family. you just seem so happy together, it's lovely to see, " the waitress says, giving annie a little wave.

you get slightly red and embarrassed, Annie is in her own world staring at the ceiling, but matty is over the fucking moon.

he swings his arm back around you and kisses your temple before simply saying, "Oh, thank you so much." he wants to say more, boast about how happy he is. but he can sense you getting flustered at the idea of being seen as a family, so he lets it slide.

you get mistaken as a family a couple more times, once when buying a photo from a ride, "Oh yeah, Jim? can you grab the picture of the family in cart 5?" one of the workers says, and matty squeezes your hand as soon as they say family.

a different staff member on a ride bends down to speak to Annie and says, "Are you excited to go on with your mummy and daddy, hmm?" and annie just nods excitedly, not really taking it in.

or at least matty didn't think she did. Later, when it's just her and matty whilst you're off getting a drink, she says to him, "they called y/n my mummy today."

and matty looks down but can't quite read the expression on her face so tentatively says, "yes they did peanut, when they see daddy and y/n with you, they just think she's your mummy because that's what most families look like" he explains.

she ponders for a few seconds and then says assuredly, "I'd like for y/n to be my mummy" and matty takes a deep breath and says "I'd like that too munchkin" and strokes her head. Annie doesn't dwell on it. she simply goes back to people watching, but matty thinks about it. he thinks about it for months, actually. not telling you the story until much later in your relationships.

walking around all day with Annie holding both your hands and walking between you is making you both giddy. you're swinging her between the two of you and revelling in her screams and giggles.

I think matty becomes determined to win you and annie a prize at one of those shit claw machines. and a long while later (and a lot of money later) his two girls are happy with their Teddy bears, he grins and presses a kiss to your head and says "so you like your bear won by your big strong boyfriend hmm?" and you look at him and obviously play it up, "Oh yes, I am just soooo lucky, " and give him a kiss. Annie is watching and just says "yuck" quietly to her bear, which has you breaking apart, laughing.

on the drive home, annie is fast asleep in the back, and you are drifting off in the passenger seat. just before you fall asleep though, you feel mattys hand slip from the gear stick to your thigh. he watches a sleepy smile come across your face at the contact, but you soon knock out for the remainder of the ride.

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the next day is a Monday, and at the start of each week you ask the kids to write down what they did that weekend and then read it to their friends. it comes around to Annie and you have to fight every instinct to run over there and hug her.

in her little speech voice she stands up and says, "this weekend I went to Alton towers with my daddy and his... special friend." she looks at you when she says that with a grin, knowing you'll be proud of her for not saying your name. "we went on lots of rides and got really cool lunch. my daddy won me and her a Teddy bear and they swung me around. It was realllllly fun"

she finishes with a grin, and everyone claps, including you, but not before you shoot her a wink that has her giggling as she sits back down.

the whole day, she's talking about it to whoever will listen, and very strategically saying special friend. the other teachers gossip in the staff room about it...

"Did you hear Annie Healys dad has a new 'special friend'? what a lucky bitch!" and another teacher says "I know! I bet she's some ditzy model though, I doubt he's got much time for something serious." and all the teachers nod along.

you try (and fail) not to have an existential crisis over that comment and simply nod too...

blurb masterlist for this au here!

[glasskey]

Nick & June's Mix tape Vol. 2

With season 2 comes volume 2 of our Nick and June mix and it’s an interesting one. Nick and June fall in love, await the arrival of their new bub, fight off numerous enemies and we learn that true love requires absolute sacrifice.

Rebel Handmaid Commander

Watching Nick and June fight at the Boston Globe is absolutely mesmerising. These two have been locked up and forced to behave for so long, now they have the freedom to actually argue (amongst other things…. cough cough) it’s like shaking the can and ripping off the lid. This scene is supercharged from the word go. The sex scene here is raw, real and by ordinary standards, it’s seriously graphic. These two are finally taking a deep breath of one another, instead of whispering sweet nothings and secreting themselves away in clandestine corners. June bites Nick, it’s antagonistic, a sign that they’re not going to be playing nice today. She’s still slightly pissed off and she wants no part of the lawn boy bit, so he’d better bring his A game. Well okay then.

There’s an incredible sense of relief at watching June being able to argue with Nick, the Handmaids hood and its accessories are ashes, and at last after years of being made to be quiet, she’s allowed to actually yell at a man for being an idiot. She’s also not this delicate precious thing in the tower anymore, and Blaine’s finally got the opportunity to have a few choice words of his own. Essentially both of them have grievances and they’re not pulling any punches. It’s clear from June’s new nickname that she’s already earning herself quite a reputation amongst The Eyes as a bit of a trouble maker. As the mother of his child, Nick’s understandably feeling a little antsy about her sticking her neck out so readily for the noose. Given Gilead’s somewhat unforgiving laws, Blaine seems to be a touch vexed that he’s spending a lot of time playing “stubborn or stupid” when it comes to June. But it’s exactly this relentless recklessness that enables her to be the kind of leader, he already sense’s she will become.

June’s rightfully annoyed that, while yes she has been extricated from the Waterford’s clutches, Nick doesn’t seem to have much of an idea as to what’s next. At this point Nicks still finding his feet with Mayday, no doubt he’s always known where to find them when he needs to, but up until now he’s never needed to. In Gilead you need to think two moves ahead and June’s allegation of Nick wanting “to play the hero” is a crack at just how unprepared he is. There’s a definite dig here at his status in the Waterford household as the resident whipping boy who’s suddenly decided that he wants to level up. As with June transitioning from “not being that kind of person” to our Rebel Handmaid Commander it all takes time. Heroes aren’t born, they’re forged through struggle and battle and Blaine’s not even close to being fully formed yet. It’s not until the end of Season 2, when he finally holds his daughter, that we see him begin this journey and it’s only the end of Season 5 that he truly earns a place by her side as a warrior.

Blaine’s definitely not thinking straight, he’s a freshly minted baby daddy who’s freaked out and gone against all of his instincts of self-preservation, to help June make a break for the border. June’s no better, she’s all heart, no head here too. Her love for Hannah completely outweighing any reasonable argument that Nick may have for the remotest chance of success. Ultimately his options are limited to letting her go with a gun or without one. Make no mistake, she was always going to get those keys.

Corinthians

In season 2 we see Blaine cite Corinthians 13:4, a psalm espousing the pure nature of love in front of Fred, Serena and his newly arranged wife, as he looks at June. “Love is patient” according to Corinthians 13:4, in Gilead it has to be, marriage is transactional and love is an inconvenient obstacle to a servant’s higher purpose.

If you were ever under any illusions that Nick was a “free” man, the whole Eden debacle should clarify things for you nicely. A free man doesn’t have to marry a child bride while the woman he loves and the mother of his child watches. That’s just not a thing. Nicks selection of this psalm is a message to June that’s designed to serve as an assurance amongst all the recent emotional rubble, but he’s also hoping to God that some of its actual meaning will penetrate Fred and Serena’s thick skulls. Unfortunately it’s to no avail, to the Waterford’s Corinthians is simply just pretty words and no message.

When Nick reads Corinthians, Serena understands exactly who it’s for and promptly sends June to her room…….like that’s actually going to make a difference. Serena’s maneuverings in this arranged marriage and Eden’s ensuing death are an eerie reflection of her forced conception of Holly and the ultimate theft of Nick and June’s dream for a family through the appropriation of their child.

Eden’s death is a metaphor for the destruction of paradise, her recitation of Corinthians 13:4 just prior to her death brings into sharp relief Gilead’s ruthless annihilation of beauty. Eden’s refusal to apologise for, lie about or relinquish Isaac, speaks loudly of the absolute unselfish sacrifice of true love. Nick may not give a fuck about himself but he loves June entirely and refuses to see her dead, however painful, he resolves to give her up.

Serena has observed the progression of Nick and June’s relationship and decided enough is enough, it’s now reached threat level 9 and needs to be stopped before it hits critical mass. Corinthians 13:4 speaks of love as something that is earned, treasured, abides through trials of great suffering, heals and humbles. If Serena had any inkling of what this meant, she’d know it was already way too late.

He's the one who got them out.

There’s selfless, and then there’s this next level shit that Nick pulled in season 2 when he smuggles out a bunch of handmaids letters and then credits Luke with getting them out. Okay so maybe not completely incorrect after all Luke and Moira did flood the internet with them. But seriously the statement “got them out” implies some type of serious effort or danger like let’s say a trip across the border with them, rather than a simple post on Insta or Twitter with a few choice hash tags.

At the very least Nick should get a bit of credit here right? RIGHT? The fact that he DOESN’T take any is absolutely intentional. Nick returned from Canada asking for nothing and giving June everything. It cost him a huge part of himself and the fact that he gave it away so readily was designed to illustrate his pure self-sacrifice for her. This is the moment, right here that’s designed to show that Blaine loves her, like LOVES her, and officially doesn’t care what it costs him.

The very act of passing these letters to Luke and then crediting Luke with them, is a veiled metaphor for the passing of messages back and forth between June and her family. While ridiculously selfless it’s necessary for Blaine to credit Luke in order to complete the actual construct of the metaphor.

Blaine is June’s conduit, her messenger, guardian, guide, lover, but with the words “I met your husband” he reminds her and acknowledges that in the ordinary world he will have to relinquish these roles. There are three words contained in this scene that perfectly capture Blaine’s sentiment and they’re heartbreaking in their simplicity: “I should go” he says and as he leaves he tells her he loves her for the last time that season.

Blaine looks crushed and limps away visibly wounded, June is so overjoyed by his news about Luke and Moira, it’s as if she is blind to his pain. For both of them there is the realisation that not only CAN she leave but she inevitably WILL. It’s not long after we see him arrange for June to leave and for the next three seasons he keeps his distance. This is a crucial moment for Blaine, the letters home and meeting Luke face to face form the basis of his attempted growing separation from her as he tries to do “the right thing”. The only problem is, the more that Blaine sacrifices for her, the more her love for him grows.

I wish I could hold her

No exaggeration, this fucking wrecked me. There are a few moments on THT that choke me up spontaneously and this is one of them. It’s absolutely gutting to see a usually stoic Blaine suddenly dissolve into a puddle of vulnerability, heartache and tenderness.

Blaine doesn’t often talk about their baby, he doesn’t dare, it’s altogether too much to hope for that they might one day be a family. Here he can’t contain himself, “Our babies so beautiful” he says, his joy over the birth of his new daughter and his love for the mother of his child, spilling out of him. “I wish I could hold her” he says with the heartbreaking revelation that Nick has been stripped of any claim to his own daughter, including the ability to hold her for the first time. Tears well in June’s eyes, her usual sassy cynicism completely melting away in a single heartbeat.

With the birth of Holly comes the first time we hear Blaine actually mention the possibility of leaving Gilead, for the first time he has something that might make him try. The two of them fantasise about an idyllic escape from the Hell of Gilead. The golden glowing leafy window makes it hard to believe they’re not already standing on a sandy beach beneath lush green trees.

The Waterford’s window contains a gingko biloba, the most ancient of all trees, a symbol of their lasting love and growing family tree. This is one of those incredible THT moments that will stay with you throughout the seasons, where two parents bond over the birth of their child and dream of a better life together…..in Hawaii. I’m not crying, you’re crying…

Before I get into our 3rd Nick and June Mix tape, I’ve got a second Lawrence and June Mix. In the future Nick and Lawrence will be getting a separate Mix tape, and Nick, June and Tuello will all be getting their own playlists. See you then.

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Hiya Lola! For the ask game, can I get 3 and 16 pls? ^^

Hi Laura! 💕

Yes of course you can 😁

3. Once again Nozel takes Helena to see the sea for the first time

16. The little Silver Eagles birdies one shot (I love it so much ^^)

3. That encompasses my style

Another part from when Nozel takes Helena to see the sea for the first time -> chapter 21 again

“What is it?” She asked, but Nozel did not answer. He just stared at her.

She made a fews steps towards, him and got out of the water. Her toes were getting too cold anyway. The sand stuck to her feet, when she approached Nozel. She halted in front of him and looked up. Her deep, dark eyes mesmerised and curious. Helena’s lips were a bit redder than usual.

Nozel not saying anything lifted his arms and grabbed the sides of her head scarf. He gently unwrapped it and pulled it off her head, letting her hair loose. He folded it and placed it on their cloaks. They gazed into each others’ eyes in silence. The dark brown and light purple intertwined.

“Thank you for taking me here,” Helena whispered. “We managed to be on time for the sunset.”

Nozel put a strand of her hair behind her ear and his palm stayed on her face. Helena shivered. He leaned in and placed a slow kiss on her lips. The Silva pendant, which hung from his braid brushed her cheek. Helena responded, but putting her palms on his chest and clutching his mantle.

They felt free. Out in the open, not worried about anyone seeing them. It was just the two of them. Not the Princess Helena Drazel of the Diamond Kingdom, or Prince Nozel Silva, the captain of the Silver Eagles, but two people who were happy to be together. They were not bothered by their past, or responsibilities.

“I wish it could always be like that,” Nozel spoke up for the first time in a while. His voice was quiet and he looked down.

16. From a recent piece I want to brag about

The little Silver Eagles birdies one shot ^^ again The beginning of it this time with a tiny bit of Helena, because the rest is Nozel, Heinry and Noureen focused

Helena was fixing Heinry’s mantle. He needed to tilt his head back, so that she could straighten out the frills of the high neck. A silver Silva pendant was attached right below. It was quite a challange because Heinry was excitedly bouncing up and down. Nozel watched them fondly, before shifting his gaze to Noureen. His other son was sitting on his bed and dangling his legs. The expression on his face was focused and his little nose wrinkled. His red mantle had already been fixed by Helena, so he was just waiting. 

“Now you’re ready,” she announced and stood up, on her way ruffling Heinry’s silver hair. “Are you sure, that you’ll be fine?” Helena turned towards Nozel. “Their nannies could watch over them and I’m sure Rosetta would love to play a little bit with her sobrinos (nephews).”

“Yes, I am sure,” he stated flatly quirking his brow. “Weren’t you supposed to leave ten minutes ago?” 

“I’m certain that Doctor Owen can start the meeting without me,” Helena put her hands on her hips. 

“Without the vice head of the Healer’s tower?” 

“Stop being witty,” she huffed and leaned down towards her two little birdies. “Are you one hundred percent sure, that they won’t interrupt you with your work?”

“They’re future Silver Eagles, they should see how everything is being handled at the base,” Nozel stated. 

“They’re four mi amor,” Helena sighed.

“Four and a half mama,” Heinry corrected her.

“Yes four and a half hijo,” she said and grabbed him by the hand. They both approached Noureen. “Heinry, Noureen will you be good? You can’t distract papa from work, promise? Listen to everything he says.”

“I’m alway good,” Heinry grinned wildly. 

“Sure you are,” Helena did not sound convinced. “Noureen?” 

The brown haired boy nodded. 

“Are you excited as well?” She asked.

Noureen smiled shyly and then once again nodded, this time more energetically. “Okay,” Helena smiled and stood up. “Have fun my Silver Eagles,” she waved at them, grabbed her bag and very quickly left the room, because indeed she was late and Helena preferred to be on time. She would always say this was a matter of respect. 

Her white tailcoat only fluttered behind her before the door closed. 

Nozel crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. 

One, two, three.

The door opened once again and Helena ran inside. She knelt down in front of Heinry and pulled him in pressing a kiss on his cheek. The silver haired boy giggled excitedly. She then turned to Noureen and tried to peck hims as well, but he pulled away. 

“Bleh!” He screeched. 

“Everyone gets a kiss,” Helena announced. 

“Everyone?” Noureen pouted. “Okay,” he sighed and leaned forward. A small blush spread on his cheek, before Helena pecked him. 

She stood up and approached Nozel. 

“Everyone gets a kiss,” she brightened up and put her hands on his chest, digging her fingers into his feathery mantle. He closed his eyes and felt her grip on harder as she leaned in closer. Her sweet perfume becoming more apparent.

“Blehhh!” Heinry and Noureen both shouted and startled them before Helena managed to kiss him. 

Giving both of his four year olds’ a side eye was probably not one of Nozel’s greatest moments. He straightened up and his expression became flat. Helena just chuckled glancing at them fondly. 

“A short peck then,” she stated and quickly pressed her lips on to his. He did not even get to savour the moment, because she pulled away and was already running towards the door. “Bye muchachos, don’t be a nuisance to papa.” With that she was gone, off to the Healer’s tower.

[essayofthoughts]

Hey! If you're sharing excerpts, would you be willing to show something from the Beauty and the Beast AU?

Of course! This is a massive ways in, to be fair, but the first ideas I had for this AU were the origins/mechanisms of the curse and it was fun to write around that!

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He’s woken by the insistent claws of his cat against his belly, apparently having decided that it was morning and therefore time for breakfast. His hand is still holding Vex’ahlia’s; when he disentangles their hand to find and don his glasses he sees them stir, eyes blinking open.

“Oh.”

Vex’ahlia doesn’t miss the note of surprise in his voice and tilts their head.

“Your eyes were green,” he says. “Yesterday.”

“Yes.” Vex says.

They’re not now.

���Percy?”

“I can’t tell if it’s a dark brown or dark grey,” he says. “But your eyes are almost-”

“Black.” He doesn’t think he’s imagining the pleased note in Vex’s voice.

“That’s good?” he asks anyway and is gratified when Vex nods. Gently their lips press against his.

“Very.”

The cat may want to move and get up and have breakfast but honestly Percy doesn’t, too mesmerised by the dark of Vex’s eyes, the way happiness and humour dance in their depths.

“Did-” he asks after a long moment of simply watching. “Did your brother also have dark eyes?”

Something in Vex’s expression lights up.

“Yes,” they say. “Yes he did.”

“Did you look alike?” He asks. “Before-” He gestures. “Whatever separated you and caused this?”

Vex nods and Percy doesn’t think he’s imagining the wet shine of their eyes.

So Vex was transformed. And now- now, perhaps, Vex is transforming back. Seemingly… because of him.

“Will you tell me about him?” He asks. He reaches out to touch the vine-plait that looks more like thick hair in the morning light and hopes the intent comes through. Tell me about you too.

Vex nods and when they speak their voice is damp. “All right,” they say. And then, as the cat loudly mews, “Over breakfast.”

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[erinchristmaselvis]

https://www.tumblr.com/erinchristmaselvis/713409107826180096/the-boy-is-mesmerised

Right?! Like this scene completely caught me off guard was not expecting this at all! But it makes total sense, he thought he lost her she thought he was never going to see him again so when they’re back together they were inseparable on that boat (until pope conveniently interrupted) and yes if he didn’t come up those stairs they 100% would of kissed, god I’m spiralling again cannot stop starting at this gif it’s perfection.

And season 4 really is coming guys, pre production is starting at the end of this month. Summer bts?! I’m so ready. The wait for season 3 was too long thank god we won’t have to go through that again.

ME TOO! And I think it caught the whole fandom off guard.

I've talked with a few people after watching each other episode on Feb 23rd and I remember us losing our mind about the reunion hug and replaying it over and over again when someone who was already watching ep 3 came in and yelled at us to go watch ep 3 NOW. I didn't think we would get THIS in ep3. Still haven't processed it to be honest.

JJs head was still in pougelandia where the thought of them being together got less insane with every day they spend there together. Once they set foot on the obx again he was remnided that it makes no sense in the real world and his wall went up, not to protect him but to protect Kie.

I'm SO excited for S4 production to begin THIS MONTH. hell yes. I'm ready to go crazy about every little crumb we get.

[cherry01]

Green Eyes | H.S

First post. Please be gentle

Warnings: None

You sat that watching your best friend flirt with his ex girlfriend, Kendall! She was absolutely gorgeous, perfect for him! Tall, skinny, beautiful, a super model … the kind of girl he usually dates. She got him. She understood the fame and fans that followed him. She understood how difficult it is to be in a relationship when you’re a superstar!

After his recent breakup, he needed his friends. And you were there for him. One call and you were on the next flight to Guadalajara, Mexico.

You danced at the concert, laughed at his jokes, hung out after concerts and cried together over your exes while eating your favourite ice cream- mint choco chip !

But… there were certain things you could not give him! You could, I mean , of course…. But for him, you were his BEST FRIEND.

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Can I buy you a drink?

A voice from behind broke your chain of thought.

You turn around to see a very handsome man smiling back at you.

I would like that, thank you!

What would you like to drink?

A Vodka and watermelon punch, please

After he asked the bartender to get you your drink he pulled the bar stool and sat next to you.

I’m Luke! Nice to meet you.

I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too.

You look incredible Y/N… you look beautiful… what’s a pretty girl like you doing sitting alone at a bar?

To be honest you did look pretty tonight. You wore a black dress that accentuated all your curves.

I am here with my friends. But they’re all busy with their boyfriends and girlfriends….

Thank you, sir! He said to the bartender as he brought my drink. Here you go mi lady. Your Vodka and watermelon punch. You took a sip and turned around to glance over your friends… they were all busy dancing and making out….

Although, you did notice a pair of green eyes glaring at me. He looked so handsome tonight, you could cry!!!!

You waved and smiled at your bestie. He just clenched his jaw tight and fake smiled at you.

Hello!!! Earth to Y/N

Sorry sorry!! I’m here.

You talked. Luke was nice. Handsome and his blue eyes were beautiful, not like the green ones you were mesmerised by, but yes beautiful. As time passed you knew you were drunk because you dragged Luke to the dance floor as soon as Cinema started playing! You moved your hips to the sexy tune, bare foot, lost in yourself. You could see Luke checking you out. He bit his lower lip and pulled you closer grabbing your hips.

Foreheads pressed together, you realised that Luke’s lips were really close to yours. He nudged your head to the side, brought his lips near your ear and whispered, Do you wanna go some place quiet, baby?

“Baby you’re cinemaaaaaa”

That raspy voice, the one that is your favourite, brought you out of your trance. You smiled and slightly pushed Luke back.

Sorry! I didn’t mean to lead you on. I don’t do hook ups!

Luke was sweet! He gave you soft little kiss on the cheek, said it wasn’t a problem and that he enjoyed the conversations you two had.

Walking back towards the bar after saying bye to Luke, you notice your bestie sitting there, just staring at you. Did he look angry? Maybe? Why? Who knows.

Hi Haz!

Hmmm

Wassup?

You tell me?

All good, baby!

Baby??? Why did I call him baby? Ohhh my drunk ass!

Who was he?

This guy I met! Why?

Where did he go?

I told him I don’t do hook ups … sooooo he went away!

What was his name?

Luke!

Luke??? It’s a shit name anyway! Luke!!!! He laughed

Please, Harry! He was sweet. What is it to you anyway??? Why aren’t you with Kendall?

Because, I’m here with you now!

Why?

Why?? Can I not?

You stayed quiet.

From your peripheral vision you could see Harry looking at you.

Hey! Look at me

Damn those eyes!

Yea?

Why don’t you date? I mean, it’s been 6 months since you broke up with Michael! Move on, love!

You don’t know how many Vodka and Watermelon Punch were in you now but you knew you fucked up when “Looking for someone like you” blurted out of your mouth

Meeee?? He smirked

Yeah… I mean… yeah… you’re sweet, kind, loveable…

….and hot!

You rolled your eyes, smirked and said… yeah that too. Narcissist!

He laughed and you shyly looked down, your feet suddenly becoming very interesting.

Harry! I can’t. I just can’t kiss someone without feeling anything for them. I can’t sleep with them without knowing them. I don’t get one night stands. I don’t know what’s wrong with me? I know, I’m silly and stupid but…

Hey hey hey… he interrupted you, getting up from his seat, both his arms on your shoulder, a frown on his face! Don’t ever say that. YOU are not stupid. You are perfect and there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Alright? I find this quality very endearing. It’s cute. He smiled and kissed your forehead. I’ll look for guy like me for you, he teased.

You smiled and said, That right there, is not possible. You’re the best.

Both of you laughed and then he stopped, looked straight into your eyes, and teasingly asked, do you want to be with me?

Always!

Who said that? Damn you vodka

He sat there looking at you emotionless. Eyes flicking between your hooded ones.

Can I have two beers please? Bottle!

He thanked the bartender and asked you take your stuff.

You silently stumbled over to the booth where your friends sat, said bye and quietly followed Harry back to his car.

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Guilt. Fear. Confusion.

That’s all you felt as you sat in the car watching out your window as Harry drove silently.

I’m sorry. You said so quietly.I didn’t mean to.. I don’t know what I said… why I said…

The car stopped outside a park. You got out and looked towards Harry. He held both the beers in his hands and walked towards the entrance to the park. He turned around to see you standing near the car, so he flicked his head towards the park and said , C’mon …

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Silence.

That’s all that you heard. Occasional sounds of you or Harry gulping down the beer. But that’s it. You sat across each other, facing each other, both your backs up against trees.

Since when…

Hmmm?….

Since when have you wanted to be with me?

I don’t remember.

Look Harry. I’m sorry. Forget whatever I said.

There’s is nothing wrong in what you said. You just took me by surprise.

Why?? We flirt all the time

No Y/N! That wasn’t flirting. That was the truth. You meant it.

Does it matter?

It does.

So you’re gonna run away now?

What?

You’re gonna run away now, aren’t ya ?

Why would I do that?

Coz’ you’re a boy. Whenever I have told a guy that I have feelings for them, they run away….

So you do like me?

You say nothing.

Harry sighs, gets up and comes over to sit next to you.

Babe? We talk about everything. We talk all the time. There is nothing you don’t know about me and It hurts to know that I don’t know everything about you.

Tell me what you feel. He rasped in your ear.

You turned to face him, looked straight into the most beautiful eyes. All you wanted was for him to hold you in his green gaze. Sitting in the park I knew that his eyes were a forest of green, paved with a path to forever.

I like you. Always have. Always will. You whispered

Y/N, …

No. Let me please.

Go on, sweetheart!

All the alcohol finally giving you the courage to open up.

12 years ago, when I met for the first time, I never in a million years imagined being friends with you. You were just a 16 old boy travelling with your best mates all set to live your dream. I was just a fan, but you didn’t see me as a fan, but as a friend. All of you did. You, Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn. I was so impressed by how much you all were level headed and grounded. You are my longest celebrity crush you know, you laughed.

He smiled.

But after getting to know you personally 4 years ago, I became a fan of you. YOU. Harry. Just Harry. You’ve always made me feel seen. Beautiful. Important. You’ve always encouraged me. Motivated me. You’ve held me up, instead of pulling me down. I didn’t realise when and how all this turned into something more than friendship.

Maybe when you got together with Olivia. I didn’t understand why I was heartbroken. We weren’t dating. Then why did it feel like someone took a piece of me away from me.

I don’t fit. I don’t fit in your world. I’m not tall and skinny. I’m not a model or a singer or an actor. I have a regular job and I don’t fit in your glamorous world. I know there is nothing that can happen between us. Because I’m not your type.

Harry looked at you with sadness in his eyes. Like you had hurt him. Real bad. He shook his head unable to grasp everything you said.

I can’t believe you feel that way! He finally said

I do! I’m sorry. But I do.

Did I ever make you feel this way? Did I make you feel like you don’t “fit” in my world?

Nooooo. Absolutely not, Harry!

I… I just feel this way. It’s my stupid brain that’s working double time I guess… you tried hard to make a joke but Harry just didn’t smile at all.

There’s a reason I don’t drink , you know?

I ruined your night, didn’t I? You would have been with Kendall, railing her to death

Hmmm hmmm vodka and beer!! Get in Y/N ! Well done

Harry looked at you wide eyed, astonished at your choice of words.

I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you so baaaaaaaaad!!!!!! Harryyyyyyy !!!!

Ohh hooo…. Someone turn this switch off.

Sometimes all I want to do is straddle you and make out with you like horny teenagers. You drive me crazy Haaaaarrry!!!!

Your voice increasing with every word.

Harry looked at you dumbfounded.

Do you feel better telling me all this? Life is too short to not tell someone you like them, babe!

Hmmm. But life is too fucked up to tell someone you love them.

Fuck!!!

As soon as you got up after indirectly confessing you loved your BEST FRIEND, Harry knew you too well to know what you were going to do next.

RUN!!!!

And that is what you did.

You ran. Only to be pulled back by 2 strong arms and engulfed in a tight hug.

Y/N… Harry sighs

I’m sorry Harry!

Shhh…listen to me …

He gently held both your cheeks in his hands and made you look at him. His thumb swiped the tear that left your tired eyes while he kissed your forehead…

You, darling, are my friend, my best friend, my refuge. You don’t fit in my world. But you fit with me. When I need to get away from the fame and drama, I come to you. Alright? You mean so much to me than any of those singers, models or actresses. I love you. Maybe not the way you love me. But I do love you.

Ouch!

I went through a very weird break up Y/N. I just need time.

Oh no! Please I’m not asking for anything Har….

I know. I know you aren’t. But honestly I’m just tired now. I want someone permanent now. And trust me when I say, you are that someone who I would want to be with… but not right now.

As you stared at him in awe, unable to fathom anything that came out of those lips, you realised how close you two were standing.

Harry flicked his eyes from yours to your lips very quickly.

You whispered very very quietly , …..Harry!!!

Gently he brushed your lips with his and whispered back, will you wait for me?

As a tear drop fell between you, you replied…

Always!

[theflixdiary]

Mubarakan (2017) directed by Anees Bazmee

English title: Congratulations age rating: 13+ genre: comedy, family, romance duration: 2h 36m country: India language: Hindi screenplay: Rupinder Chahal, Balwinder Singh Janjua

major cast: Anil Kapoor, Arjun Kapoor, Athiya Shetty, Ileana D'Cruz, Ratna Pathak Shah, Neha Sharma

plot summary: twin brothers Karan and Charan (both played by Arjun Kapoor) lose their parents when they were babies and end up being raised by different relatives. Karan grows up in London with his aunt, turning into a smooth-talking, confident flirt, while Charan is raised in Punjab by their uncle, becoming the mild-mannered, traditional one of the two. when it’s finally time for these two to settle down, a whirlwind of mix-ups and misunderstandings kick off, creating a chaotic yet heartwarming rom-com. their eccentric Uncle Kartar (Anil Kapoor) steps in as the unlikely hero, masterminding a hilariously twisted plan to juggle his nephews’ love lives and keep peace between both families.

I don't know why this movie is hated by many and considered flop because this movie had me laughing from the first scene right to the last! Mubarakan has that perfect blend of chaotic family drama, laugh-out-loud dialogue, and just the right dose of emotion. imagine the quirkiest family you know, add a ton of misunderstandings, and sprinkle in some dramatic match-making moves, and that’s exactly what this film delivers. the plot is ridiculously over-the-top, full of mishaps, misunderstandings, and impossible situations, and honestly, that’s what makes it so much fun. who knew a family could have this level of complex miscommunication? every twist just builds on the previous one, leading to an absolute comedy roller-coaster that had my stomach aching from laughter! Arjun Kapoor deserves applause for his portrayal of both Karan and Charan, and somehow he makes it feel like I’m watching two completely different people. he’s like the Bollywood version of Lindsay Lohan in The Parent Trap. the visual effects are seamless too; I barely noticed any flaws in the twin scenes. Anil Kapoor, as their eccentric uncle Kartar, is just a powerhouse. he brings this youthful energy that’s honestly mind-blowing—does this man age backward, how does he look younger than he was in the 1990s? Kartar's witty, carefree personality lights up the screen and adds an extra punch to the comedic chaos. then there’s Athiya Shetty, who plays Binkle, Charan’s love interest. I couldn’t take my eyes off her! she’s stunning, with this unique, captivating beauty that really sets her apart. that jawline, those eyes—they’re mesmerising, she kinda reminds of Miranda Kerr, but without the dimples! she doesn’t get nearly enough screen time, but every scene she’s in, she owns. her chemistry with Charan is sweet and endearing; I found myself rooting for her the entire time. Seriously, if I were a guy, I’d happily be Charan’s rival. Ileana D’Cruz as Sweety is also fantastic and brings her own lively charm, perfectly balancing the fiery and confident Karan. yes, the film goes a bit overboard at times—some situations are so far-fetched they could only happen in a Bollywood rom-com. but that’s the charm of it! the absurdity is part of what makes Mubarakan such a blast to watch. there’s an energy here that I don’t find in just any comedy, and despite all the craziness, the film sneaks in a warm family message by the end that ties everything together. this is the movie you put on when you’re in the mood to laugh, relax, and forget about everything else for a couple of hours. Bollywood fans, or anyone up for a feel-good family comedy, will find it a delightful watch.

poster credit : IMDb screencapped by me edited using canva

[mibeau]

[Santai] My Go-To Beaches in Adelaide

Disclaimer: I am no expert in Travel & Dining, everything mentioned is solely based on my personal preferences and experience.

Adelaide is a beautiful, petite, laid-back city that I once called home.

Lovely people. Relatively convenient and safe to walk from one suburban to another, even at night. Yes, I have once walked from Mile End to North Terrace, after 10 pm. Cos, I missed the bus and it was too cold to wait.

I lived in a suburban, about 20 minutes away from the CBD, by car. One of my favourite things about Adelaide's beaches is the fact that they’re so accessible for day excursions. You'll discover quaint towns and breathtaking coastal views — Adelaide's sandy shores and ocean waves are practically unavoidable! Once a student, I mostly travelled by bus, trams, and occasionally, trains. Within the hour you can find yourself mingling in Glenelg, honing your swimming skills at Semaphore or simply lounging by sunset in Henley.

Being a typical Malaysian, I usually ever use sunscreens only during sports or bathing in the ocean. But here, please, please. Apply sunscreens whenever you go out! Especially during Spring/Summer. On top of the dry weather, the heat hits differently, so I adopted irreversible freckles. (I even used lip balms all year round as my lips will be chapped).

For this article, the tentative will be directed from Adelaide CBD. To chill & unwind, here are the beaches I visited the most:

1. Semaphore Beach (Postcode: 5019)

Long, wide and bordered by low dunes, Semaphore Beach comes alive as the warm weather arrives.

■ Driving time: About 25 minutes ( ~ 14km)

■ Bus Ride: roughly 1.5 hours (including walks)

Take Bus number 157  [Largs Bay] at Stop T2 Grenfell St - South Side. Hop off at Stop 44 Military Rd - West Side.

■ Best for: 

Adelaide Annual Kite Festival

Vitamin D - Walks, Swims, sunbaths

Gatherings & Picnics

Thrifting

Affordable fresh, scrumptious, big servings of Fish and chips. (And other deep-fried items)

Visitors and locals will set up spots on the sand and explore the grassy foreshore, or perhaps to fish/crab off the pier. The Annual Adelaide International Kite Festival is hosted over the Easter Long Weekend, gives me joy and makes me feel giddy. It is not as big and festive as Pasir Gudang International Kite Festival, still, it is fun and pleasant to attend. The Semaphore Jetty is the best place to see the kites flying.

To me, Semaphore is more than just a beach attraction. Seems quiet, yet it is a whole town with so many “little” things to discover. Do you love food, culture and heritage? You will enjoy your visit here. Although the buses do not stop right next to the beach, the long walk towards the beach is fulfilling. Strolling on the Semaphore road, you will pass by many interesting eateries, random shops and friendly locals. I often do thrifting here: better options and values in comparison to the OPs in other suburbs.

One of Semaphore's major attractions will be its beautifully preserved Art Deco buildings and of course, the Semaphore's 1920s Palais. Originally constructed as a bathing pavilion, many consider this iconic property as the perfect spot for a delightful pub lunch, over the mesmerising sunset.  

My routine was getting food from nearby eateries and sitting on the grass near the Time Ball Tower. Basking under the sunny day and breezy weather, I savour the vinegared barramundi & chicken-salted chips and simply enjoy chatting with friends or bird-watching. (Watch out for the poops!) Many times, I caught on Malaysian families having picnics here. Thanks to the wind-whisperers carrying the tantalizing “scents” of homemade nasi lemak and chicken curry puffs or the tunes of elders converse in Manglish.

Then, I’ll take a walk by the shoreline. I would say the water here is clearer than Henley’s and Glenelg’s. It is common to have neighbourhood houses near the beaches, but, in Semaphore, the houses are literally across the road. I imagined the family community here was tight. I’m easily touched by kindness. As you take the steps off the foreshore, right next to the jetty, I found a net of many tools/toys for anyone to play with and build sand castles. There is a notice reminding us to have fun and be responsible, and return them in fair conditions! (Something along those lines)

2. Glenelg (Postcode: 5045)

If you're looking for the easiest to access, and the closest beach to visit, choose Glenelg Beach.

■ Driving time: About 20 minutes (~ 9km)

■ Tram/Bus Rides: 50 minutes to 1 hour (Including Walks)

Take a Tram ride to Glenelg from Rundle Mall. Hop off at Stop 27 Moseley Square

Take bus number H20[Glenelg] from Stop T1 Grenfell St - South Side. Hop off at Zone B Colley Tce - West Side (3-min walk)

Take bus number 265[Marion] from Stop A3 King William Rd - East Side. Hop off at Zone C Colley Tce - East Side (3-min walk)

Take bus number 168[Glenelg] from Stop B2 Pulteney St - East Side. Hop off at Zone B Colley Tce - West Side (3-min walk)

■ Best for:

Many shop&dining options

Sunsets

Beach Sports

Other seasonal activities such as open cinema and festivals.

At any given time of the day, it is always bustling whenever I go there, all year round.

The tram ride will take you right next to the Moseley Square. You’ll be standing right on the sand within a minute or so! There is also a plentiful supply of picnic areas, playgrounds and other family-friendly activities. There is something for everyone here. Away from the ocean, you’ll find a mix of quality stores: cafés, restaurants, dessert shops, surf and clothing boutiques, and many more ~

I usually go there for desserts, sunsets & movies.

3. Henley Beach (Postcode: 5022)

Getting off the bus, you will witness Henley Beach’s flat sands.

■ Driving time: About 20 minutes (~ 12 km)

■ Bus rides: 40 to 50 minutes (Including walks)

Take Bus number H30[West Lakes] from Stop B1 Pulteney St - East Side. Hop off at Stop 29A Seaview Rd - West Side (6-min walk to the beach)

Take Bus number H33[Henley Beach] from Stop B1 Pulteney St - East Side. Hop -off at Stop 29A Marlborough St - South Side ( 1-min walk to the beach)

Take Bus number 286[Henley Beach] from Stop T1 North Tce - South Side. Hop -off at Stop 27A North St - South Side ( 5-min walk to the beach)

■ Best for: 

Sunsets

Leisure walks, Swims

People-watching - Surfers, Fishers etc

Crabbing

The shoreline stretches as far as the eye can see, with plenty of space for laying out your towel. Perfect summer’s beach scene in mind. If you're seeking a “luxury” experience, the esplanade is surrounded by many upscale shops, cafes and seafood restaurants. These were never up my alley and were never my purpose for going there.

Heading to the esplanade, you will first be greeted by the Henley Surf Life Saving Club. Compared with Moseley Square in Glenelg, personally, in the evening, the lighting here is far more charming and soothing.

I initially went there for some alone time and a quick dip after work. Then, I fell in love with the sunsets. The esplanade walk is also a popular exercise option for cyclists, joggers and walkers. There are so many seats and lounge areas for everyone to sit down comfortably. Hence, it is common for me to travel to Henley Beach just to catch the sunsets!

I enjoy my walks along the jetty and see the catches of the day (by other people). Especially crabs. Oh, it is common to see a fish guideboard on the jetties of Adelaide beaches. So, you can somewhat anticipate what you might catch on!

Stopping by The Halal“Diner” halfway through the bus ride is a must. They specialised in fried chicken, but the visit was the highlight of my trip because they served one of my favourite AB menus! (Second best to Yiros House on Rundle Street) Unfortunately, I forgot both the names of the shop & the suburban. :(

All the beaches mentioned have swim-worthy waters and great jetties for fishing/crabbing.

I’m not a surfer. But, if you are an avid surfer, people usually go to Moana Beach and Aldinga Beach for a solid break almost year-round. Also, for more picturesque views of South Australian beaches, travel a little further and discover the top five Fleurieu Peninsula beaches: Southport Beach, Blowhole Beach, Second Valley, Waitpinga Beach and Port Elliot.

North Terrace campus is in the perfect position to explore many of the city’s best beaches. You’re just an easy tram, train or bus ride away from relaxing by the ocean.

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Happy Travelling peeps!

[sarahkateishii]

The Star and the Moon

A stray star wondered the universe alone, Feeling lost and his heart losing its light, When it saw a moon with the face of a man, And begged him to help set him right.

“Oh, my dear star, what a surprise this is, It’s been so long since something came near, While the sun warms my face, he’s so far away, That it becomes quite lonely to be here.”

The star looked around and saw the red glow of the sun, Indeed, it seemed so far to the eye, “What’s this planet right there, between you and he? Seems a shame to ignore what’s nearby.”

For a moment the face in the moon looked sad, And the star worried he’d spoken wrong, ‘Till the man in the moon gazed back at the earth, And admitted his pain from so long.

“Yes, friends we were, companions all night and all day, I followed it as it circled the sun, But now it has turned inwards, towards little humans, Though I follow it still, my dear friend has gone.”

The star strained his eyes to look at the Earth, And see these ‘humans’ to which he referred, “ARGH!” it cried out, “You mean those little bugs? For the earth to ignore you for them is absurd!”

“True, they’re pests, let me reveal more about them, They pollute and they scar him with war, They take more than they need, and kill other creatures in greed, It hurts me to see earth so sore.”

The star turned to the moon with an expression of horror, Not believing how the guests treat their host, “Can’t something be done? Why not just ask the sun, To purify this planet from what destroys it the most!”

The man in the moon gave a small smile, And watched the planet with great care, “Yes they do wrong, some even cause pain just for fun, But I too have fond love for the creatures that live there.”

The star seemed aghast, it must be a farce! How could one love things that show so much hate? “I don’t understand, pray, let me know more, What is it about these creatures you rate?”

The moon pointed to a mark on its face, a small print shaped quite oddly, “They came to me once, so mesmerised, excited, amazed, I’ve watched them ever since, seen love and learning within them, That over time, my opinion quite changed.”

The star watched below, and focussed quite hard, Watching some of these ‘humans’ live life in his sight, He saw a forest being saved, and storm-broken homes being remade, And his own heart shone again to see good in the earth done right.

[willowfey]

ok adding more bc everything is flooding my brain and i’m like… huh that was kinda weird

i think my life is weird than i am aware of sometimes