#yoga mee too

[libidomechanica]

The used to bid a sweets the maples forth a daughter, had

My face the enlivening of     that bold before we have made, as fearfully, mysterious     enticing with mine only this dew-dabbled with them     talk—he picks my poore she was all right be required of fire     in your father foreheads,

loved invited to margin shade;     my senses can dissuade one who at a cast—but those cool,     and honours lofty elms that severe, and nettle-briar,     offer all things to th’ other stands as due as much     mescal. I have I broken

the sweet and shadow of a     new delight against her will not with all emong the will     be able to the waters play with devout to shoot my     enemy’s fleeing, and looked up, sweet wine, begets a baby’s     face some iouisaunce? He

storms their vows are spiders here little     whether works well without a steered through the terror when     I was young immortal, sounds the forsook, close by and     religious. Hence, above; yours is a mass of meanest worth that     I have sighes and that

might fear, through though now begun to     unwind, which soever for the time where are the silent night,     my Julia threw highest gods had chidden: which held my real     with a blow. The works well satisfaction, Nature’s crown. In     pale as love: too late

September. Love and some increas’d their     rayes! Are cheek for please like vomit. To pestle a point through     she thorns and this waist spin. Like April bends his count to leave     no pressively: yourself an endlesse for stirs blue heaven,     I turned, and hardly

seas. Nor, till my love likewise. And     when obstinate silence, said she, have part I felt, nor let     thee from the air of love like a cold words she saw the wealth     of yoga and purple grain. Is it peace, that treasure. Which     were it crime, lie with blush,

with never saw him take the noble     nature, but death a shady thorn of palm of hell on     their turn to pot, burn to part a bad corrupt.—Laid the doubt     him do a’ the town without colour of Old England, and     moonstructure good truth is

glad and fortune endeavour thy     hour; unless I tell how to place has done it all I’m made     vs meriment and I much leprosy. As sole selves     behind him still small amiss! A Serpent’s graves, even bigger     roome mourning luxury,

have been taught sometimes, my     impassing fantastic figures of Latonaes seeing eye?     That white birches partly twas born at the river have sought     death. Of all my with someone’s lived the humming in this     nighting wind, will seemde but

one could a smiling by yon gates     of pestilent wheel whereas she been a noble the knight,     her few books: lord, thrushes to pick. Sad bed of thy hand; I     grant oils with our looked at me by moral a poor old     passionately into the

would we knows by breastplate and niche.     Take a brotherless taken him and all the ceiling limes,     loiter’d sporting for beauties prayse? With thing forward, thus dancing     to tunes for still the mountain when Zephyr penitent,     over honest thou, O

sun, and see me bleeding our mistress     mine? Mild zephyr-sigh pouts and nuptial bower, bring mee;     let woe is madness. Like swine, with children and there he muskets     of memoree. Of summer ere she wept, and cried—and that     makes the dream! The used to

bid a sweets the maples forth a     daughter, had warm’d; and, and trentall sudden stealing under     than the daisies upon thy faults, yet w’are not so, therefore     mine. You do not in many shew the holy press must confess?     An old one ends, the

more they are their chamber, Wall but     dare touch of murder, safely did I singers, you open     grow i’ the spot, its meant amiss, and I thee? Hollows the     man of parent case asks no more strenuous tongues languid     feet, they don’t deny it!

[spinthewheelofromance]

Meet the LI's

As a BIG point of reference. The colors are off because tumblr is restrictive haha. Lex:

Full Name: Lex Bergstrom (Lex Burg-strum)

Pronouns: Xey/Xem/They/Them (genderqueer)Sexuality: OmniAge/Birthday: 19 (Jan 1st)

Height: 6’3”

Ethnicity: Norwegian/Swedish 

Position: Switch 

Likes: brunost, improv, acting, cooking, baking for others, being a bastard (damn bitch, you lanky and have an attitude), romance novels/manga, gaming, cousins (best friends), Vocaloid, rain, Nightcore (understandable but damn.) Their lizard named Brann

Dislikes: talking shit, ableist comments on eye, xyr body, carrots (ew), sarcasm (although they do it, wow hypocrisy), band kids (it's mostly a joke….maybe), xyr Christian parents (told them they're sinning for how they changed their name), basketball (played it in high school)

Love Language

Giving: nothing Acts of Service/Quality Time

Receiving: Words of Affirmation 

Rania:

Full Name: Rania Habib (Raan-ya Haa-beeb) 

Pronouns: She/Her (trans) Sexuality: Demi/Omni Age/Birthday: 19 (July 21st) 

Height: 5'1 (Lumi height lmfao) (rude </3)

Ethnicity: Cyrpus/Egyptian/Japanese 

Position: Power bottom/Switch

Likes: halloumi cheese, very gen Z humor (fried memes make her snort), fashion! (Decora; japan), studying (English literature student but works part-time at the in-school bookstore), koshary (dish), plushies, her books <3, cats, long naps, societal issues, her cat BiBi

Dislikes: being told she's over-cluttered, being held back in her studying (she wants to finish it in one go if she can, although she takes breaks), being owned things, popping candy (surprisingly), her fucking shit and wack ass classmates, existence, girl can't cook sorry

Love Language

Giving: Words of Affirmation 

Receiving: Physical Touch

Darius:

Full Name: Darius Harris (Dar-ee-us Hair-is) 

Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Pan Age/Birthday: 28 (October 26th

Height: 5’6”

Ethnicity: African American

Position: Service Top

Likes: laughing cow Cheese, his kid. His kid very much, loves his kid (will do anything for her), his job, surprisingly! He actively likes knowing the town and speaking to the regulars every day, DND! (Nerd), jazz (plays a few different instruments;) ), fruit loops (on God he eats it uP), coffee snob, his apartment decorations, hockey, dad jokes

Dislikes: smoking, Starbucks, newer pokemon games, Mcdonald's fries (they really went downhill in recent years), garbage not put on the curbside (PLEASE PUT IT IN THE RIGHT PLACE HE TRIES HIS BEST), people who tell him he works a shit job :( (he likes it a lot how dare you insult his trash), glitter (that shit gets everywhere), (monarchy shhhh secret)

Love Language

Giving: Quality Time/Gift Giving

Receiving: Acts of Service 

Perkins:

Full Name: Perkins Arsenault (Perk-ins R-sen-o)

Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bi Age/Birthday: 21 (April 22)

Height: 6’2”

Ethnicity: Québécois/Canadian

Position: Switch

Likes: oka cheese (blue cheese is second best), his mom's <3, cheese. His cows!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Millie <3), calligraphy, nature hikes/long walks, road trips, baking bread, yoga, gardening, sunset/sunrise, fruit snacks, those pamphlets you get when you travel 

Dislikes: Animal cruelty, large crowds, the cold, pineapple on pizza (IT DOESNT BELONG THERE), peaches, hotel mints (he’s been tricked far too many times thinking it was just chocolate), doing nothing

Love Language

Giving: Acts of Service 

Receiving: Quality Time

Milo:

Full Name: Milo Davis (Mee-lo Day-vis)

Pronouns: He/They/She (Intersex/Genderfluid) Sexuality: Bi Age/Birthday: 25 (September 1st)

Height: 5’11”

Ethnicity: Australian

Position: Top (youre welcome Lumi)

Likes: goat cheese, strawberry milk (secretly), his tattoos, oil paint/acrylics, rock, leather clothes, BBQ fanatic (cooks really well), specific paint brushes (Rembrandt), quietness, fucking with people (will make you believe stupid things), ex-wife (1 year). Mom <3, AAA meetings, yellow, punk fashion and ideology 

Dislikes: hot dogs (will kill on sight), alcohol (ex ad.), Fighting, fake rock fans, watercolor paint, math, pickles (has cried before), mocking. Loud noise. 

Love Language

Giving: Quality Time

Receiving: Physical Touch

Andrés:

Full Name: Andrés (Roberto) Rodríguez (Han-dre) (Rode-dre-gaze)

Pronouns:They/Them (amab) (agender) Sexuality: Pan Age/Birthday: 20 (July 7th)

Height: 5’3”

Ethnicity: Cuban

Position: Switch (Top leaning)

Likes: queso nabacoa, guayaba, dancing (hip hop), family!!! Big time especially his grandfather, soccer (inter Miami CF), photography, cigarettes, caffecito 

Dislikes: puns (sorry for your loss in humor bro), water (can't swim for shit, will drown), horror movies (horror in general), anyone who says bullshit about his team <\3, being dismissed when he talks about his interests 

Love Language

Giving: Quality Time

Receiving: Acts of Service 

Merry:

Full Name: Merry Winsterfield (Mare-ee Win-stir-field)

Pronouns: She/They (enby) Sexuality: Omni Age/Birthday: 25 (May 5th)

Height: 5’5”

Ethnicity: American/Irish

Position: Bottom

Likes: cheddar, video games, Instagram-worthy dinners, social interaction, skateboarding, mom's side of the family, beer!

Dislikes: unfashionable people, being criticized, overworking herself, ducks. Hates ducks (they scare her), her dad, panic attacks

Love Language

Giving: Quality Time/Physical Touch

Receiving: Gift Giving

Liam:

Full Name: Liam Hugon (Lee-am U-ong)

Pronouns: He/Him (trans) Sexuality: Pan Age/Birthday: 22 (March 17th)

Height: 6’1”

Ethnicity: Vietnamese/American 

Position: Switch (Bottom leaning)

Likes: brie, designer clothes, big-time fashion nerd, sewing!, Drawing (has to do with fashion but has drawn other pieces), reading, Bún thịt nướng (good AF tbh, pop off Liam), high-end restaurants…like reservations are impossible to get in I mean bro, does work out (has an in-home gym ;) ) and helps out at the community garden, providing for loved one's, has a dad who was very supportive of his transition (although he's a traditional man)

Dislikes: one of the aunties that keeps telling him that he's not "a real man," and etc. Good old transphobia from old traditional people, am I right, lads, yelling, cucumber (will fight you if about how gross they are), ex (toxic mf? Can't imagine), anything that's pure wool….just ew. Being recognized in the streets/paparazzi (although not famous famous still has a following important enough)

Love Language

Giving: Gift Giving

Receiving: Words of Affirmation 

[that-one-fandom-vore-blog]

Accidental Vore 👀

OH I LOVE THIS OKAY BUCKLE UP! May or may not turn this idea into a full fic later. Thanks for the request!

In her defense, it hadn’t seemed like trying to steal a cupful of beer from Adam was a bad idea at the time. It wasn’t like he would’ve noticed. After all, his cup was so damn big, and right fucking there— he’d barely even touched it, and it wasn’t like the massive lightweight would miss the half sip of liquid it would take to fill Kelly’s own cup, right? He’d left the cup unattended, too, on a rickety coffee table, next to a rather easy-to-climb looking stack of books.

It was damn near foolproof.

Damn near being the key part of her little plan. She should’ve seen it coming. She had never been much of a planner— and while close to shitfaced? Her limited decision making skills only slipped further from her grasp.

How the hell was she supposed to have known that he’d drank just enough that she wouldn’t be able to skim her cup over the top without all but doing a yoga pose? How was she she supposed to have predicted that some drunken fuck was going to pick that exact moment to bump the table? She’d barely even managed to cry out before she’d tumbled completely into the barely sipped at cup, the lukewarm liquid sloshing around her in a way that was nothing short of uncomfortable. Shit. Her phone was in her pocket.

This wasn’t something she’d planned for.

All of those thoughts of being able to get back to the party at hand completely left her the second she dipped fully under. This was bad. This was actually really bad. It wasn’t like she couldn’t swim or anything like that, but as she scrabbled uselessly at the sides of the cup, nails dragging across the plastic, she was starting to realize that getting in had been the easy part. Getting out was going to be a fucking ordeal.

Shit.

Taking a moment to properly breathe— it wasn’t like she was drowning (not that drowning in a cup of cheap beer wasn’t a pretty stellar sounding way to go out)— but she needed to think clearly. She just needed to tip the damn thing over, or maybe get someone’s attention... no. That wouldn’t work. The music was thumping through the floor with a volume that was sure to deafen anybody listening in— hell, even the people on the other side of the giant’s neighborhood weren’t going to be exempt from hearing damage.

Tipping it seemed risky, too. It was all the way up on a table, and if she fell from that height, she could end up with some broken bones for sure, but what other option—

The cup jolted. Kelly barely managed to get in another breath of air before she was submerged again, the disorienting sensation of being lifted whilst in a cup not entirely lost on her. It made her insides feel like water. Her kicks seemed to do no good against the rocking motions at all. Gravity didn’t even feel like it had a constant pull— shifting and changing every couple of seconds.

When she reached the surface again, she gave a loud gasp, looking up at—

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh hell fucking no.

There was no mistaking that stupid mess of halfway curly hair, nor the blue baseball cap hiding the worst of it. Shit.

Sputtering for a moment, trying to find her words, Kelly opened her mouth to call out, to cuss at him, to do anything other than uselessly flounder around like she was, but—

Her words caught in her throat.

She’d never found Adam to be scary. She’d met scary giants before, she knew what they were like, but Adam? Adam was on the opposite end of the spectrum. He was a dork. A total and complete loser. One of the few games he could play was checkers, he couldn’t hold his liquor, and he was disgustingly sappy when it came to one Samantha Brown. None of those things were scary— nothing about him was— but as Kelly felt gravity shifting again, tipping her forward—

She was terrified.

Unable to do so much as scream, Kelly was forced to watch as a mixture of fear and alcohol made everything seem slow despite the fact that it was still happening far too quickly for her to stop.

Having Adam pick up the cup was fine— but Kelly had forgotten one thing. What people do with cups at parties.

A set of jaws were opening up to greet her, the alcohol she was soaked with eagerly pushing her forward and toward them. The gleam of teeth were hard to ignore, but beyond that, she could see the damp surface of his tongue, and in the very back, the dark passage of his throat.

She was stunned speechless, though when the wet noise of a swallow caused the level of liquid around her to drop considerably, suddenly, everything seemed to snap back to a proper speed. “SHIT!”

Her cry went unheard. Her legs kicked out frantically in an attempt to keep her from slipping any further— fuck, why had he picked now to start drinking? Breaths coming in quick, sharp bursts, she tried desperately to gather enough air to cry out to him to stop, but it seemed that every time she took a breath in, it was stolen from her by fear, stolen until—

One of her hands clipped up against his teeth.

“ADAM!”

A blast of hot air— his breath— hit her face. Something faintly warm and wet sagged under her weight, and when she went to scrabble against it, it only flexed and forced her forward with a torrent of alcohol that suddenly seemed like it hadn’t been worth trying to get.

No.

“ADAM— A-ADAM, WAIT! ADAM, IT’S KELLY! IT’S ME!”

This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be—

The sensations alone were enough to make Kelly painfully aware that it was happening. All of it. She was fully in his mouth. Her heart was thrumming in her ears, loud and unrelenting in its frenzied rhythm, though it was muffled by an all-encompassing gulp.

Kelly fought hard, but in the end, it only forced her into his throat faster. The muscles around her rippled and squashed her little form without pause, and certainly without slowing. Another heavy swallow forced her deeper, and although she was squirming as hard as she could manage— it didn’t feel like enough. It wasn’t enough.

Gasping for air in the tight confines, Kelly kicked against the downward pull, the noises of her cries completely drowned out by the thundering sound of his heartbeat. She could feel it around her at this proximity, and it only served to make her aware that her seconds had to be numbered. Her clock was running out of sand. Out of all the ways to go out, swallowed by her best friend’s boyfriend wasn’t one she’d even considered, but the possibility was quickly becoming a reality.

A reality that was made worse the second she splashed into his stomach, the sudden drop enough to make her suck in a breath of stale air. Her back connected with a slick, soft surface that she all but slid down before she was reunited with the lukewarm beer that she’d been so concerned about drowning in.

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t see. It was pitch black— maybe for the better— in Adam’s belly, and try as she might not to open her eyes and confirm her fears, she knew it didn’t matter. Fear kept her glued to the spot as another swallow from above brought down more shitty alcohol that soaked her to the bone.

It was only when a low, deep gurgle sounded that Kelly found enough energy to attempt standing. It wasn’t worth it. She couldn’t keep herself upright for more than a second— the fleshy walls around her bending under her weight and sending her to her knees. Could he feel this? Did he even know he’d—

God, she couldn’t even think it.

“ADAM!” She tried, her hoarse voice ringing out in her new, living prison. “THIS ISN’T FUCKING FUNNY! LET ME— SP-SPIT ME OUT!” Would he hear her? Would he care if he did? Kelly didn’t know, but at the sound of another heavy gulp, she knew one thing for certain. She was not going out like some fucking snack.

With a terrified, guttural cry, she flung herself at the nearest wall and dug her fingers in. Hard.

He gagged. She heard it from where she was, heard a couple of choking noises that only egged her to attempt continuing until her space was suddenly folded in half. No. Fuck. Fuck! This couldn’t— was this digestion starting? Panic surged through her, and when she ended up flat on her rear in a puddle of liquor, she kicked as hard as she could against the intruding force, hoping, praying that he’d—

“I f-feel kinda... kinda sick... give me a... minute...”

The words buzzed through her, vibrating the fleshy confines she was trapped in. He’d felt it. Good. The fucker had felt it— felt her best efforts, though before she could attempt adding to them, everything started to sway and churn. His footsteps were unsteady. Lurching. Struggling not to get any more wet than she already was, Kelly gasped for breath at every chance she got, borderline hyperventilating.

It was only when the rocking of his footsteps stopped and the music seemed quieter than it had been that something around her shifted, probing at her— his fingers from the outside.

She wasted no time in slamming her weight hard against them and giving a shout. “ADAM!”

If the noise of his breath hitching above her didn’t tell her that he’d heard, his reaction sure did. “Kell—“ he started to say, though he interrupted himself with a hiccup that made everything jolt in place.

“YES, IT’S FUCKING ME! YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE, YOU KNOW THAT?” Her voice was wobbling as she slammed her fist against where she’d felt his hesitant touch. Fuck how scared he’d sounded. Fuck the noise of his racing heart. Kelly wasn’t going to stop. “YOU FUCKING ATE ME! I— YOU DIDN’T— I TRIED TO STOP YOU AND YOU JUST—“ She broke off into a borderline wail. What little traction she had gained left her when she threw herself against his hand once again, leaving her to collapse in a trembling mees.

“Shit,” came his voice around her, “I didn’t— I didn’t know, I didn’t— oh, fuck— I th-thought I tasted something funny but I didn’t even think that it was—“ He hiccuped again. Kelly winced as everything sloshed in the dark and weakly hammered her fist against his hand again.

“You’re SUCH a fucking ASSHOLE!” Despite the fact that she couldn’t see anything, she glared upward as though he’d feel it. “You— I thought I was going to—“

“You’re n-not, I... I didn’t even— Kelly, are you hurt? D-Did I— did I bite you or some shit?”

Kelly opened her mouth to spit absolute venom his way, though she was stopped by a new sensation. The walls around her were trembling, which meant that... Adam was too. Fuck. Biting back the remarks, Kelly shook her head despite knowing that he couldn’t see it. “No. I’m fine, except for the fact that you fucking swallowed me.”

It was more sarcastic than truly angry. When he pushed at her again, she bit her lip and pressed back.

Silence fell, save for the noises echoing around Kelly in the dark, and not just from the stomach holding her. Adam’s heatbeat and breathing were painfully audible, still a little too fast to be considered calm. God. He was fucking panicked.

For reasons she couldn’t quite place, the thought made her giggle. She could feel Adam’s confusion all around her in the form of tenseness and a questioning prod, but it only made her laugh harder. Her back slid down one of the walls. Was it panic setting in? Probably. All the adrenaline was leaving her as her body went slack, save for the gales of laughter that were wracking her frame.

“Kelly, what— what’s so funny? I— I ate you! I— th-that isn’t okay, it’s not—“

“First off,” Kelly wheezed, “you drank me, dipshit, and second...”

She paused to get her breath back before finishing, barely able to contain her somewhat frenzied giggles. “What the fuck are we gonna tell Sam?”

[lateforitall]

Bierbrouwen als therapie

Geschreven door Valerie

Kiezen wat het onderwerp ging worden voor mijn eerste stuk op deze site, zorgt natuurlijk voor keuzestress en het gevaar dat ik het daarom helemaal niet meer doe.

Naast keuzestress; geef me teveel tijd en ruimte om ergens over na te denken en ik kan je 100 redenen geven waarom het een slecht idee was om er überhaupt mee te beginnen - “er zijn nu toch veel meer prangende zaken om aandacht voor te vragen, mensen die met veel moeilijkere shit te dealen hebben? Waarom ga ik hier niet strijden voor meer diversiteit & inclusiviteit? Dit platform gebruiken voor het nog meer onder de aandacht brengen van de klimaatcrisis? Het patriarchaat kapot trappen? - en als ik niet met het perfecte stuk kan komen, waarom zou ik dan starten? Ik moet toch beginnen met context, met uitleg over mij, mijn motivatie voor het starten van dit project en mijn levensverhaal? Maar waar begin ik dan?

Beginnen is voor mij altijd een een enorme uitdaging geweest. Ik heb altijd duizend ideeën, maar ook duizend redenen om er niet mee te starten of hier na de eerste stappen mee te stoppen. Ik merk gelukkig wel dat beginnen vaker iets beter lukt sinds ik begin dit jaar gestart ben met medicatie (dexamfetamine). Iets vaker. Iets afmaken gaat beter aangezien ik nu sneller in de hyperfocus terechtkom, maar beginnen (en dan vooral kiezen en prioriteiten stellen binnen alle mogelijkheden, taken, verwachtingen, verplichtingen, verantwoordelijkheden en interesses die ik heb) blijf ik wel een dingetje vinden.

Ik heb een hele sterke ‘maar, dat kan je helemaal niet’ stem die ik al vrij snel na het hebben van een idee moet onderdrukken.Ik zal jullie in dit stuk nog even besparen hoe deze stem is ontstaan en heeft kunnen groeien: ik begin even wat luchtiger.

Naast die stem is het ook de overvloed aan opties en de ‘ja, maar wat als’ gedachte die me vaak blokkeren. Gelukkig lukt het me steeds sneller om deze stemmen weg te jagen en ga ik in ieder geval aan de slag. Mijn plan op papier zetten, een passende playlist maken, een Instagram- en Facebook -pagina maken, iedereen er al heel enthousiast over vertellen, dagdromen over hoe dat er dan uitziet, wie daar allemaal blij van worden, welk gat in de markt ik ga vullen...vaker wel dan niet is de laatste stap dat ik toch ook maar eens ga uitzoeken wat ik daar eigenlijk allemaal voor nodig heb.

Dit is ook tekenend voor één van m’n andere uitdagingen: het grote geheel en de stip op de horizon zien. Waar wil ik eigenlijk heen? Ik verlies mezelf nogal snel in de details (die ik ook allemaal even belangrijk vind; prioriteit? Alles! En ook vooral als eerste de leuke dingen doen, vaak de dingen waarvan ik al weet dat ik ze kan).

Een van de zoveel ideeën is dat ik al een tijdje bier wil brouwen. Mijn eigen bier, met unieke smaak en helemaal alleen door mij gebrouwen, met een mooi logo en een groep fans onder m’n vrienden en familie. Al vrij snel had ik ideeën over welk soort bier ik zou willen brouwen, hoe het zou heten en hoe het logo eruit ging zien. Ik had zelfs al dromend een beeld bij waar het verkocht, gedronken en door de lucht gegooid zou worden zodra het een succes werd. Aan enthousiasme en verbeeldingskracht geen gebrek.

Maar daar heb je het weer: al vrij snel nadat ik ging onderzoeken wat ik daar dan allemaal voor nodig had, raakte ik verdwaald in alle opties en meningen over het perfecte brouwproces en wat je hier allemaal (minstens) voor aan moest schaffen. Na het brouwen laat je het bier een week staan voor het bottelen, nee minstens 2 weken, nee echt 3! Wat is een SG meter? Voor het filteren heb je een extra pan en vergiet nodig, of toch een filterkuip? Hey! ik kan ook gewoon verder met m’n LP’s op alfabet zetten (of op genre, of op autobiografische volgorde; maar net in welke maand je me treft).

Bovenstaande zal vast voor veel mensen heel herkenbaar zijn en hoeft ook absoluut niet altijd als heel vervelend ervaren te worden, net als bij veel van de uitdagingen waar mensen met een neurodivers brein tegenaan lopen (over de perks van een afwijkend brein later meer ;)). Pas wanneer bepaalde zaken je weerhouden ergens verder mee te komen, een terugkerend karakter hebben, sterker voelen dan je wilskracht om dit te veranderen, kan dit problematisch worden. Ik vind vaak dat ik pas echt trots kan zijn op mezelf als ik iets van a tot z zelf hebt uitgezocht en uitgevoerd. Om die reden ligt er nu al 3 jaar laminaat in m’n hal (de gang moet nog gedaan worden, daarna kan de rest weg) en zijn m’n keukenkastjes een zooi, omdat ik niet weet waar ik zou moeten beginnen als ik hier extra planken voor zou moeten zagen.

Daarbij ben ik als het op m’n eigen werk en keuzes aan komt vervelend perfectionistisch, maar ga ik wel blindelings mee*** in het oordeel van een ander, en heeft ‘perfect’ of ‘compleet’ ineens een andere betekenis. Als iemand het zo overtuigend brengt zal het wel kloppen (“Je hebt echt die spijkers van 3,8 mm nodig”) en als iemand iets maakt wat ik niet kan ben ik heel snel enorm onder de indruk (“WOW, die plantenbak heb je helemaal zelf in elkaar getimmerd? Trouw met me!”). Van dit gegeven zou ik eigenlijk vaker het voordeel in moeten zien en er gebruik van moeten maken. Daarover zo meer.

***Disclaimer: belangrijk om te weten is dat dit absoluut niet geldt als het om mijn ‘normen en waarden’, politieke keuzes, onrecht en maatschappelijke kwesties gaat, waar ik dan - heel gek - weer een hele sterke mening en overtuiging over heb, een heel sterk ‘dit is goed / dit is fout gevoel en weinig twijfels of onzekerheid - waar ik ook vol overgave voor uit durf te komen. Wat niet betekent dat ik niet door nieuwe invalshoeken en nieuw inzichten van of door iemand anders mijn mening / oordeel niet wil aanpassen; graag juist en dit gebeurt dan ook doorlopend; ik leef voor goede, diepgaande gesprekken met gelijk-, maar ook on-gelijkgestemden, bij voorkeur buiten social media om. Ik heb het in dit geval echt over mensen die wel kasten kunnen bouwen, schilderen, liedjes schrijven of om kunnen gaan met een heftruck.

Terug naar het bierbrouwen; na maanden hier niet meer aan gedacht te hebben (want o.a. begonnen met pornoborduren, starten met een punk- rock- yoga plan, deze site), kreeg ik niet lang geleden voor m’n verjaardag een hele brouwset. Een brouwemmer, een SG meter, alle ingrediënten om m’n eerste 5 liter blond bier te brouwen, een stap voor stap uitleg van het proces en zelfs extra pannen. Ideaal! Ik hoef niet meer na te denken over welk vergiet ik moet kopen en kon gewoon meteen aan de slag.

Het verjaardagscadeau bevatte zelfs een blok in m’n agenda, dus ook over het perfecte moment van starten na hoeven te denken was weggenomen. Ook de playlist was al gemaakt, dus ik kon dit ook niet uitstellen door eerst nog 3 avonden bezig te zijn met het vinden van alle noodzakelijke flauwe biergerelateerde nummers.

De dag na het brouwen heb ik met tranen in m’n ogen kunnen melden dat het cadeau zelf al geweldig was, maar dat het grootste cadeau eigenlijk is geweest dat alle zorgen over de spullen uitzoeken en het voorbereiden mij uit handen waren genomen.

Tijdens het brouwen zelf kwam ik mezelf aardig tegen, maar stoppen was geen optie: dat bier moest die avond de emmer in, zodat ik het over 2 weken kan bottelen en hopelijk 2 weken later van een eigen biertje kon genieten. Ik ging dit afmaken.

Een paar van de uitdagingen waar ik tegenaan liep:

Te kleine pannen: 2 van de 3 pannen bleken te klein te zijn voor het volume (ik had toch ook zo wel kunnen zien dat er geen 6 liter in die pan past?)

Caring too much, caring too little: 60 minuten lang de temperatuur bijhouden en switchen van obsessief naar de temperatuurmeter blijven kijken naar ‘ik kan vast even die pan alleen laten’ en vervolgens vergeten dat die pan überhaupt bestond.

Dramatisch tijdsbesef: Een timer zetten op 45 minuten, na 30 minuten naar de timer kijken, zien dat deze over 10 minuten afgaat, maar er van overtuigd zijn dat je de timer nog geen 10 minuten geleden heb aangezet, waardoor ik er eerst van overtuigd was dat m’n telefoon stuk was, toen toch accepteerde dat dit wel zou kloppen, maar zo schrikken van m’n wederom dramatisch slechte gevoel voor tijd, dat ik er echt even kort verdrietig van werd.

Perfectionisme: Het perfect en volgens de uitgeschreven stappen willen doen, dat ik het echt heel lastig vond om niet super onrustig te worden van het feit dat de wort al 10 minuten steeds net een paar graden boven de 67 uitkwam waar deze op moest blijven en daardoor het bier straks misschien naar rotte boter smaakt.

Allemaal punten waardoor ik normaal wellicht al had opgegeven, maar deze keer niet:

ACTION to the rescue: Ik heb voor het starten snel een grotere pan gekocht

Turn that shit around: Neergelegd bij het feit dat ik nou eenmaal wat onrustig en onzeker werd en al vrij snel gerealiseerd dat het ook wel mooi was dat ik het in ieder geval zag gebeuren en ook meteen begreep waar dat vandaan kwam.

STIP OP DE HORIZON: Meteen opgezocht hoeveel een brouwketel kost die het reguleren van de temperatuur automatisch doet, mocht ik dit vaker willen doen (In m’n hoofd stond m’n hele huis over een paar maanden al vol met zelfgebrouwen biertjes)

Maar het is dus gelukt! en het biertje is nog lekker geworden ook, maar eigenlijk voelt dit inmiddels als bijzaak.

Ik ben iets (met hulp, samen met iemand) gestart en ik heb eindelijk weer eens iets afgemaakt. Dat ik eigenlijk om 14:30 zou beginnen, dit 21:30 werd (omdat ik eerst mezelf echt goed wilde inlezen, het bestickeren van het notitieboek waar ik het proces in bij kon houden belangrijker vond en een nieuwe pan moest kopen) kon de pret niet drukken. Ik ben s’avonds nou eenmaal op m’n meest productief.

Om half 2 s’ nachts zat er 5 liter soon to be blond bier in de emmer.

Afsluitend, de belangrijkste leerpunten voor mij, met betrekking tot bovenstaande en soortgelijke situaties:

Durf om hulp te vragen; je hoeft niet alles alleen te doen. Daarbij vinden mensen die ergens iets vanaf weten het vaak ook leuk om hun kennis te delen en je te adviseren.Als dank zou ik in dit geval bijvoorbeeld een (drinkbaar) biertje terug kunnen geven.Ook kan iets met iemand samen doen een mooie stok achter de deur zijn natuurlijk.

Begin (deels) onvoorbereid, ook al weet je niet precies wat stap 2 gaat zijn: gaandeweg leer je ook veel, dit hoef je niet allemaal van tevoren al duidelijk op een rijtje te hebben. Dit weerhoudt mij er heel vaak van om te ergens mee te starten.

Niet alles hoeft te lukken, maar probeer je het niet, dan is dat al zeker (hoi tegeltjeswijsheid: niet geschoten, is altijd mis). Daarbij, wat is lukken? Hoe langer ik naar dit stuk kijk, hoe meer ik kan bedenken dat ik anders had willen doen of me afvragen of het sowieso wel iets toevoegt, maar het stuk staat; dat is gelukt.

Durf aan jezelf toe te geven waar je (op dit moment) wel en niet goed in bent. Vertel dit aan de mensen om je heen. Dan komt het ook niet uit de lucht vallen als je zegt dat je gitaar wilt leren spelen, al 10 gitaren hebt uitgezocht, 4 uur Youtube filmpjes hebt zitten kijken, maar echt diegene nodig hebt om de laatste keuze te maken tussen die 6 roze gitaren van 8 andere merken voordat je er echt mee aan de slag kan gaan.

Doe veel verschillende dingen, zeg vaker ja. Ga achterhalen wat je wel / niet kan en waar je blij van wordt (en onthoud dat alles veranderlijk is: dat is oké en juist alleen maar troostend!). Zo leer je ook steeds beter door gewoon veel te doen. Dit jaar alleen al ben ik begonnen met borduren, heb ik m’n gitaar weer eens opgepakt, voor het eerst gezongen in een repetitieruimte, heb ik een trippy ademhalingssessie ondergaan, me opgegeven voor een pottenbak- workshop en ben ik deze site begonnen. Het lastige is dat ik het allemaal leuk vind, ik ook fulltime werk, en daarnaast ook in een klimteam zit waar ik elke maand mee train (oh ja, en ook graag de lieve mensen in m’n leven wil zien, maar ook veel alleen moet zijn om op te laden), maar ik kom er wel steeds beter achter waar ik positief door geprikkeld word, soort van ‘goed’ in ben en energie van krijg. Het feit dat er dit jaar geen concerten zijn en sowieso minder te doen is heeft me hier wel echt de ruimte voor gegeven. Dat deze periode er juist ook voor zorgt dat ik me, zoals vermoedelijk veel van jullie, overall veel minder geprikkeld, actief en creatief voel is weer voeding voor een hele nieuwe post.

Lach jezelf regelmatig uit, dit helpt met relativeren.

P.S. Had ik al gezegd dat kort & krachtig ook niet echt m’n ding is?

Ecostrike- Time Is Now

[myevilmouse]

17 Questions!

Rules Answer these 17 questions and tag 17 people to do the same. Have fun!

I was tagged by @celtic-romulan​​. THANK YOU I totally needed a distraction this AM but I did recently do a very similar meme so some answers may be cribbed fair warning. 😉

Nicknames:  I don’t have many sadly.  Does “boss” count?  I get that one a lot.

Zodiac sign:  Jedi

Height: 5′2″ and ¾ inches!

Hogwarts house: I think Hufflepuff sounds adorable, and I like cute shit, so I am hoping I’m a Hufflepuff.

Last thing I googled: Very unsexy of me:  the location of the closest landfill.  And then I found out they charge you to throw stuff out and I X’d out of that tab quickly! 

Song stuck in my head:  “In The Still of The Night” the Michael Crawford version.  Not the Five Satins song (which is also fab).  Particularly the part where he croons “Doooooooooo you love mee?” You’re welcome :D

Number of followers: 436.  And I love you all!  Apparently I have lost four since the last time I did this meme.  *sniffle*  Too much Luke?  Not enough sternum? 

Amount of sleep:  Got about 4 and a half last night.  Ugh.

Lucky number: 2 or 666

Dream job:  Hmmm….so how about Luke Skywalker’s masseuse?  Man needs someone to work out those *cough* kinks after a long day Jedi-ing.

Wearing: Beige yoga pants, Showa-era Godzilla t-shirt in the Andy Warhol diptych style

Favorite song:  Every Rose Has Its Thorn by Poison.  YES.  I STAND BY THIS.

Favorite instrument:  Piano.  I adore everything it can do.

Aesthetic:  I have never really thought about this.  Can I just say lonely raging ocean with overcast sky and leave it at that? Maybe beach with ice on it?  And a naked Jedi, wet from a swim and speckled with sand (YES SAND) stretched out on a too-small towel?

Favorite author:  Impossible question but let’s say Pat Conroy. 

Favorite animal noise:  Tie between my cat’s purr and my dog’s little piggy-esque grunt of contentment.

Random:  

I have lost my smile, but don't worry. The dandelion has it.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

tagging: YOU!  If you haven’t done it and wanna, you are one of the 17 chosen!

[almondimilk]

Thank you my dear @phyllacea for tagging me! 💕🧁

Answer 17 questions, and tag 17 people

Name: Angela

Zodiac: Leo

Height: 5'5 (165cm)

Hogwarts house: Slytherin (but I am nice!)

Last thing I googled: "windows to mac" (it might be for work that's why lol)

Song stuck in my head: wow suddenly I can't think of any??? hmm.... In the Fall by Hwa Sa and Woogie I guess!

Number of followers: 35 lovely people! 💙

Amount of sleep: hm... at the moment I am guessing 8h because I have no routine lol

Lucky number: it used to be 13 I suppose it still is, but also 11

Dream job: Screenwriter

Wearing: yoga pants and hubby's t-shirt

Favourite song: .... I don't think I have just one! Sorry!

Favourite instrument: I think violin, but I love all others too!!

Favourite author: Tolkien 🍃

Aesthetic: hmm anything that makes mee feel less anxious and happy tbh! Lately pastel colours in general :)

Favourite animal sound: i love smol meows!

Random fact: I love cross stitching! I have loads of finished projects 😊

tagging some people! @obxerv @sad-peachy @haechai @silveraiichiro @kimchii7 @melliferousbeing

[gaymelie]

Quarantine Tag Game

I was tagged by @undefeatednils

Are you staying home from work/school?

I don't work and Uni isn't actually happening yet, but when uni starts I'm gonna be doing it from home yes.

If you're staying home, who is with you?

My two flatmates who are absolutely delightful, @somefandom even is on here (so is the other one but she won't tell us her blog name).

Who would be your ideal quarantine mate?

Honestly the people I have her rn are pretty damn ideal, having more friends here would be better but like in a bigger flat which we don't have so there's that.

Are you a homebody?

I don't know what that means ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

An event you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

A class meetup from primary school, my best friends birthday party, and I probably won't be able to properly celebrate my birthday too.

What movies have you recently watched?

I do a lot of movies nights now so: Descendants 3, About Time, Castle in the Sky, School of Rock, and some other stuff I can't think of rn.

What shows are you watching?

I used this time to finally finish Lucifer and I caught up a bit on Legends of tomorrow but other than that I don't think I watch that many shows. Maybe we can count the pokemon uranium let's play I started again? Also assassins creed odyssey let's play.

What music are you listening to?

The usual weird mix of all my favourites, I recently got into Beetlejuice the musical tho so that's playing a lot, also 35mm, a musical exhibition which I found yesterday and is sooo good. The descendants soundtrack too and the new album by the amazing devil.

What are you reading?

I borrowed like 5 Dresden Files books from my brother before leaving Hamburg so I got those, also I got into the Tapestry Series by Henry Neff again and those are great too.

What are you doing for self care?

Well I started doing yoga daily which is nice, otherwise I make sure to actually get dressed every day and I bake a lot and do other hobbies. With uni not starting yet I don't really have anything to do rn which is kinda weird.

I'm tagging @definitely-not-an-alb @heda-fleimkepa @hey-world-its-mee @lanonima @schmokoko and whoever else wants to do this

[strandedhaze]

ONE : MEET NAOMI

FULL NAME: naomi june cheng-bradshaw. PREFERRED NAME: naomi. NICKNAME(S): most people call her nomi, noms, nao, nai and similar variations, elijah calls her nana. DATE OF BIRTH: may 3rd, 1994. GENDER: cis female. PREFERRED PRONOUNS: she/her/hers. ORIENTATION: heterosexual. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single in main verse. RELIGION: she’s not a particularly religious person. OCCUPATION: press manager for honda racing corporation. CURRENT RESIDENCE: madrid, spain ; she owns a house in the prestigious la finca neighbourhood.

TWO : NAOMI’S BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: marina bay, singapore. NATIONALITY: singaporean. LINGUISTICS: english is her native language but, asides from it, she speaks spanish, portuguese, italian, french, mandarin chinese and japanese. in some languages, she’s more proficient than others. for instance, she speaks spanish just as well as she speaks english. her spoken japanese is nearly flawless and though she can read and comprehend the language, she can’t write. she’s still getting around to dive deeper into mandarin chinese.  EDUCATION: she attended the massachusetts institute of technology - also known as MIT - and she has a double degree in business analytics and management. CRIMINAL RECORD: clean. BIRTH ORDER: first. FATHER: charles bradshaw was born on february 23rd, 1971 in windsor, england. he is an investment banker who resides in between hong kong and dubai.   MOTHER: sonoya cheng was born on july 5th, 1971 in sentosa island, singapore. she is a real estate tycoon who resides in between toronto, abu dhabi and singapore.  SISTER(S): none. BROTHER(S): edward cheng-bradshaw was born on january 15th, 1997 in marina bay, singapore. he is a software developer manager and resides in san francisco, california. OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: constance mizuno, sister-in-law. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: naomi is single. CHILDREN: none so far. FRIENDS: to be done. EXES: andrea pagani, marco ricci and aleix martin. PETS: none so far.

THREE : GET UP CLOSE & PERSONAL

HEIGHT: 5′7″ ( 174 cm ). WEIGHT: her weight oscillates between 127 lbs ( 57.6 kg ) and 134 lbs ( 61 kg ). BODY TYPE AND BUILD: she is naturally slim - courtesy of genetics and her fast metabolism - but, despite that fact, she still has a willowy frame. by no means, does she have a hourglass shape with a big bust, tiny waist and thick thighs but with a good, healthy diet and a workout plan ( that she, often, forgets to follow ) consisting of some weight training and fun classes, naomi has still managed to achieve a shape she’s comfortable with. she has particularly long legs and, thanks to all the hot yoga and pilates classes, she holds a rather toned overall body. EYE COLOR: brown. EYESIGHT: she has perfect eyesight though when the work load increases, you’ll find her reaching for her glasses in order to give her eyes a break. she also wears blue light blocking glasses whenever she’s working on a computer. HAIR COLOR: dark brown. HAIR STYLE: her hair is, has always been - and will always be, according to her - long, hitting the middle of her back, at worst, when she goes for a trim to keep its healthy condition and it has a natural wavy texture which naomi has learned to love. styling wise, it rarely gets too eventful... during the season, she’ll throw it on a ponytail or a bun for the race weekends and allow it to dry into its natural texture on the remaining work days. if she’s attending an event of sorts or going out to celebrate, she’ll straighten it or go for a nice blowout. DOMINANT HAND: right. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: her lips or, possibly, their plumpness, her legs that often seem endless, her tan complexion and how it makes her dark eyes and hair standout, and for the rare occasions when it makes an appearance, her smile. SCARS AND MARKS: nothing outstanding - she has your average scars and marks here and there. TATTOOS: she has a lotus mandala on the inside of her right wrist, a symbol of enlightenment for her, as well as a way to symbolize all the growth she achieved throughout her life.  PIERCINGS: regular lobes. VOICECLAIM: nicole elise. ACCENT AND INTENSITY: having moved out and grown up in london, naomi developed a thick london accent which she never knew how intense it was up until she found herself in massachusetts. the four years spent there, softened the intensity of the british accent and the nearly six years in spain also played a part when washing away what once was a proper londoner accent so, these days, it’s hard to identify what accent she has exactly. it’s more of a mixture than anything specific.  ALLERGIES: cherries and insect stings, particularly bee stings. PHOBIAS AND FEARS: extremely deep waters and though it’s not a phobia, she gets really nervous when she’s driving over bridges. MENTAL ILLNESSES: none so far. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: none so far. SCENT THEY WEAR: it varies depending on a lot of factors, such as season of the year, time of the day, occasion and, above all, her personal mood. during summer, you’ll often catch her wearing soleil blanc by tom ford or replica beach walk by maison margiela, and during summer nights, she'll wear sundaze by byredo. for fancy events, her go-to is bewitching yasmine by penhaligon’s, same way her go-to for nights out with friends is slow dance by byredo. whenever she has an important business meeting, she’ll wear cuir celeste by ex nihilo, simply because in naomi’s opinion, the scent is the definition of boss bitch and throughout race weekends, she’ll go for rose of no man’s land by byredo. le labo’s patchouli 24 and maison margiela’s replica by the fireplace are generally the scents she wears through winter. for date nights where she actually cares to put some effort in and is actually interested in the person, she’ll specifically wear reine de nuit by byredo or santal 33 by le labo. ALCOHOL USE: socially, she does. SMOKING: she doesn’t smoke. OTHER NARCOTICS USE: no. INDULGENT FOOD: she prefers to eat healthy but there’s no denying that every once in a while, she needs to indulge in some soul food.  SPLURGE SPENDING: it happens every now and again, but she’s mostly a responsible buyer. GAMBLING: no. ADDICTIONS AND VICES: none.

FOUR : DIG DEEPER

CAN THEY DRIVE? yes, she can drive. CAN THEY COOK AND BAKE? yes and yes. CAN THEY CHANGE A FLAT TIRE? yes. CAN THEY TIE A TIE? yes. CAN THEY SWIM? yes. CAN THEY RIDE A BICYCLE? yes. CAN THEY JUMP START A CAR? yes. CAN THEY BRAID HAIR? yes. CAN THEY PICK A LOCK? yes. EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED? extroverted. DISORGANIZED OR ORGANIZED? organized, and she hates when things get messy. CLOSE OR OPEN MINDED? open minded. CALM OR ANXIOUS? calm. PATIENT OR IMPATIENT? healthy in-between and always depends on the situation. OUTSPOKEN OR RESERVED? outspoken. LEADER OR FOLLOWER? she's a leader, all through and through. OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC? optimistic, mostly. TRADITIONAL OR MODERN? modern. HARD-WORKING OR LAZY? hard-working. CULTURED OR UNCULTURED? cultured. LOYAL OR DISLOYAL? loyal. FAITHFUL OR UNFAITHFUL? faithful. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? honestly, it all depends on the time of the year. HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? light sleeper. COFFEE OR TEA? tea over coffee, these days. DAY OR NIGHT? night. TAKING BATHS OR SHOWERS? baths. COCA COLA OR PEPSI? none. CATS OR DOGS? both. NETFLIX OR CINEMA? netflix. SHOWS OR MOVIES? both. LAPTOP OR GAMING CONSOLE? laptop. HEALTHY OR JUNK FOOD? healthy. ICE CREAM OR FROZEN YOGURT? ice cream. PIZZA OR HAMBURGER? pizza. LOLLIPOPS OR GUMMY WORMS? gummy worms. BEACH OR POOL? beach. SNOWBALLS FIGHTING OR ICESKATING? iceskating. LITERATURE OR SCIENCE? science. HISTORY OR ART? art. CHOCOLATE BARS OR COTTON CANDY? chocolate bars. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION? playstation. FACE-TO-FACE OR PHONE INTERACTIONS? face-to-face interactions. DRAMA OR SCI-FI? sci-fi. HORROR OR COMEDY? horror.

FIVE : NAOMI’S LIKES & DISLIKES

FAVORITE ACTIVITY: yoga. FAVORITE ANIMAL: giraffe. FAVORITE BOOK: everything i know about love by dolly alderton. FAVORITE QUOTE: ❝ when you’re tired, go slowly. go quietly. go timidly. but do not stop. ❞ — heidi priebe. FAVORITE COLOR(S): it’s a very specific beige/tan colour, a champagne type of shade.  FAVORITE DESIGNER: maison christian dior and acne studios. FAVORITE CUISINE: singaporean cuisine, all through and through. there are little things she’s more passionate about than her national cuisine, she often says no one does food like singapore.  FAVORITE DISH(ES): hainanese chicken rice, laksa, hokkien fried mee and dumplings. FAVORITE DRINK: matcha ginger latte and bubble tea.  FAVORITE FLOWER(S): lotus flower. FAVORITE GEM: diamond. FAVORITE HOLIDAY: new years. FAVORITE MOVIE: currently, it must be parasite by bong joon-ho.  FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE: she doesn’t have a favorite music genre. naomi listens to a little bit of everything because for her, it’s more about the songs and artists than the genre itself. FAVORITE SONG(S): xo by beyoncé. GO TO KARAOKE SONG: kiss it better by rihanna. FAVORITE SCENT(S): the scent of gasoline, melting chocolate and freshly baked goods. FAVORITE TELEVISION SHOW(S): la casa de papel. FAVORITE SPORTS: motogp, formula1 and football. SPORTS TEAM THEY SUPPORT: real madrid. FAVORITE EMOJI: probably the ��🏽 though it’s not what she uses the most. FAVORITE WEATHER: she likes that type of weather at the end of a summer day, when it’s warm but not too much and you walk around the beach feeling that soft breeze of air hitting you, and the day is settling down and all that remains is a wash of what the weather was throughout the day. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR: summer. FAVORITE PLACE(S): a close tie between her childhood home in marina bay, singapore and her current home in madrid. she loves the memories and how much singapore grounds her, how it freshens up her ties to the culture and reminds her of better days. at the same time, she also loves madrid. the people, the culture and everything in between. both bring her a sense of peace she’s very fond of. SUPERPOWER THEY WISH THEY HAD: teleportation.  VACATION DESTINATION: if she was forced to choose, coppenhagen or amsterdam for a solo, self-reflection trip and anywhere in japan or thailand just to unwind.

[virullcnt]

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Izuku Midoriya  PRONUNCIATION: Ee-zoo-koo Mee-dor-ee-yah NICKNAME:  Deku. (Prefers his alias over his true name, which his hidden by the general public.) GENDER: Cis Male. HEIGHT: 5′5″. AGE: 14-16 ZODIAC: Cancer  SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese, okay English, learning Chinese because why not.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

HAIR COLOUR: Green with heavy black shadows. EYE COLOUR: Also green  SKIN TONE: Peach BODY TYPE:  Athletic, slightly muscular. ACCENT: None, but a slight Japanese accent when he speaks English. DOMINANT HAND: Ambidextrous, though slightly more of a right hand I guess -- POSTURE: Straight back, confident, though slumped and grumpy when laying low or disguised. TATTOOS: None. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE:  Mostly likely his freckles, and the scars on his hands.

CHILDHOOD.

PLACE OF BIRTH: His house derp HOMETOWN:  Shizouka Prefecture, Japan BIRTH WEIGHT: uhm BIRTH HEIGHT: uHM MANNER OF BIRTH: Though it was tough for his mummy, Izuku came out as a pretty healthy baby, held within the arms of his loving parents. Nothing went wrong, and everyone was happy. FIRST WORDS: Probably "mama" or something lmao SIBLINGS: N/A  PARENTS: Inko Midoriya, Hisashi Midoriya (imprisoned) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: Up until Hisashi was ripped away from his family when his Quirk was exposed, things were joyous and happy-go-lucky in the Midoriya household. After he left, the atmosphere changed, went darker, and Izuku was almost closing off his own mother. Despite this, they still love each other, and Inko never stops worrying herself to death when Izuku is out all by himself.

ADULT LIFE. (He's not an adult so imma say teenage life lMAO)

OCCUPATION: A valued member of the Quirk Rebellion, Almost one of the highest ranking members there. CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lives in a cheap apartment with his mother, an hour away from his original home. CLOSE FRIENDS: All Might (father figure) in this verse's canon, but for muses it's verse dependent. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single and doesn't plan on any relationships. Though verse dependent, seeing how he has a few crushes rn. FINANCIAL CLASS: Middle to lower class, most likely. DRIVER’S LICENSE: Nope. Though rarely, he drives illegally. CRIMINAL RECORD: HE'S WANTED, THAT'S FOR SURE LMAO. The usual, stealing, breaking and entering, murder (barely), etc.

SEX AND ROMANCE.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  Bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: Nope. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: Nope. TURN ON’S: Ew.  TURN OFF’S: No.  LOVE LANGUAGE: All??? lulz Mostly quality time tho.  RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: He tends to avoid his own feelings, and tries to deny them, but knows he's in love. He also gets WAAAY too flustered when someone flirts with him though hahaha

MISCELLANEOUS.

CHARACTER THEME SONG: You're Gonna Go Far, Kid really fits!! Especially the lyrics in this verse's context. HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Exercising is a good way to pass the time and help him get stronger, especially when he trains with his Quirk. Other than that, Deku likes writing and reading, doing research to get in those brain juices of his. To relax, he plays video games and watches television (probably watching the news news lmao), and yoga to lower his pissed-off levels of fury.  MENTAL ILLNESS: Slight depression, anxiety/panic disorder, and ptsd. PHYSICAL ILLNESS: N/A, but his spinal nerves are fucked. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED?: Both, but more on the left. FEARS: Being alone, tight/small spaces, losing control of his abilities, failing saving his people, All For One (which he'll have to eventually face.) SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL: Very high, but it depends on his mood. VULNERABILITIES: His Quirk breaks his own bones, lmao. But there are other things, like his aforementioned spinal nerve damage.

Tagged by: stolen by my chap @d0yenne! SOWWY

Tagging: if u read this, you're it!

[kendricksendrick]

im such a bitch heres some fun facts about me

how tall are you?

5 foot 2ish

what is your body type?

ex-gymnist who wakeboards a lot

what is your favorite part about your body?

um my boobs i guess idk

is your current hair color your natural hair color?

currently dirty blonde but once summer/vacation comes around my hair will go black to bleach blonde on its own

are you more outgoing or more shy

im quiet

are you more femme or butch?

femme

are you tol or smol?

smol bean

wine mom or vodka aunt?

vodka aunt

weird habit?

need chapstick 24/7

favorite meme?

bon apetit

do you sing in the shower?

i used to but now i just have therapy with myself

ever used a bow and arrow?

nope

are/were you a theatre kid?

yes haha

have you ever seen a broadway musical?

i want to!!

do you think musicals are cheesy?

no wtf i was just in one yesterday it was amazing

have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

no

favorite Cards Against Humanity Card?

all of them also this just reminded me im gonna buy this game 

last movie you watched?

monsters in lol

behind the camera or in front of it?

behind

favorite tv show?

30 rock

meaning behind your url

it came to me randomly

reason you joined tumblr

in 7th grade my friend told me it was cool and here i am 5yrs later with like 4 blogs

who’s your closest tumblr friend?

my irl friend alex

what’s something most people love that you hate?

kim k

have you ever taken narcotics?

no

have you had sex?

i wish 

have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

never caught :)))

worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told?

funniest lie is that im straight lol

describe your passion without mentioning it.

its all with our mouths ;)

describe your best friend.

cute, funny, dumb asf, the best

give us one thing about you that no one knows.

im an open book just ask and i will tell

how do you feel right now?

tired and hungry

what is your biggest fear?

alone forever also sleep paralysis

what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

gold mine by colbie calliat idk how to spell it

what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

saying no balls to myself and stalking through instagrams on a 3hr car ride to find my girl and the her snap and then sayying no balls and snapping her :))

have you ever tried your hardest and then been disappointed in the end?

currently putting forth minimum effort i have senioritis

something you fantasize about.

kiss my gorl

last time you cried and why

last night or maybe it was this morning? i was doing the 24hr musical at my school (we have 24hrs to put together an ENTIRE musical and all $ goes to charity!) but i cried from laughing so hard doing yoga

what was the last thing that made you laugh?

the 24 hr musical

do you really, truly miss someone right now?

grandmaaa

who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

my church gc bc we the true ho(e)mies

the last time you felt broken?

idk like a week ago

are you starting to realize anything?

ya actually maybe im just a lesbian and not bi who knows

are you more dominant or more submissive?

sub i think

i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

you make me smile

do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

same age

describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

great detail lets go!

shes in my grade bu9t goes to a different school but her hair is short like mine but darker and shes tanner than me and taller but just by a little bit! she has really nice eyes and a good smile and is sososo sweet no matter what stupid thing i say to her and i miss her a lot i wanna cuddle with her and i when we go on our next date catch me cuddling with her no matter what and she is in band too but going to college way far away in the fall so we will both be sad bois then but its okay because we have all summer to  hang out and cuddle and be something did i mention she is pretty af

do you have any kinks?

no

first thing you notice in a person?

tbh if they smell good and teeth

how can someone win your heart?

call me pretty

been rejected by a crush?

haha yes but its okay guys

have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

no but vice versa so thats super awkward

would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

no

is trust a big issue for you?

i just want the truth

did you hang out with the person you like recently?

is november for 2hrs considered recent ;(

is confidence cute?

YES

what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

happy 4 u 

would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

no lol

does the person you have feelings for right now know you do?

yes she does

ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

got my car stuck in the mud infront of hher on our first date

do you want to get married

yes!

worst thing you’ve ever done?

been a big bitch

three things that turn you on.

being called babe/baby, being teased, and idk

who do you hate?

lowkey one of my super lose friends oops

favorite term of endearment?

love

who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening?

ANNA KENDRICK GOD DAMN

intimidating girls or kind girls?

kindddd

what do you look for in a possible partner?

nice to me

do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?

i do not know ive only really ever liked one girl and also my straight best friend bc im a dumb bitch

are you good at flirting?

tbh no

who was the first person you came out to?

my church gc

do you have any friends who are wlw?

YEs!

is your crush wlw?

ye

last person to make you reconsider your sexuality?

the boy who asked me to prom has me thinking am i bi or lesbooo

write a short love poem to your crush/self?

sweet are your eyes like honey in the sun

you make me smile

do you fall in love easily?

no

is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

that time i was a big boi bitch to a girl 

are you good at hiding your feelings?

ha no

are you a forgiving person?

yes

what is your “type?”

good question

fall asleep in her arms or rub her back until she falls asleep in yours?

probs fall asleep on her

tall girls or short girls?

taller than mee

hugs or kisses?

kiss!

twirl her around or get twirled?

TWIRL HER THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE

tummy kisses or thigh kisses?

ooh both

hairline kisses or neck kisses?

neckk

play with her hair or stroke her tummy?

both

making out or soft kisses?

soft kisses 

hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist?

NECK OO

how confident are you in your sexuality?

haha good one im happy with who i am tho!

when you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach?

butterflies to the maxx

have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them?

like(d) my straight best friend and will not be telling her that lol

my girl tho i def told her ;))

how old were you when you realized you were into girls?

16ish id say

most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl?

so many things everything i do is embarassing

do you have a favorite lesbian ship? is it canon?

BECHLOE!

what is the most aggravating thing someone has said to you about your sexuality?

every word about lgbt that comes out of my mothers mouth since i am not out to her and now not planning on it for a very long time bc shes a big ignorant bitch!!

when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter?

haha good question idk

what is love to you?

ALWAYS putting others before you no matter what

ask me anything.

i will answer do it no balls

[adamworu]

Domestic Eva: Unit-01 is the Tired Yet Cheerful And Supportive Mom. Unit-02 is Athletic Yoga Mom. Unit-00 is Depressed Mom Who Needs A Hug

Also (I’m adding some Rebuilds Evas on this AU too)!

00

Wants a friend and needs a friend.

Tries not to bother anyone.

The Mom Squad (TM) try to invite her out to a few places, the amusement park, bookstores, you name it. This isn’t a one-off occurrence, they really want her to enjoy life!!

She’s really smart too! She has a lot of books about sciences, especially genetics + microbiology. 01 understands the sciences so her and 01 just sorta spitball about it together on some days.

01

01 wears a pink #1 MOM Sweater from a few Springs back almost always.

She seems graceful but is anything but. When she eats, sometimes you can hear her saying “MOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.”

She’s not only supportive to her son, but will fight anyone for him.

Kinda potty-mouthed. I’m being generous when I say “kinda” potty mouthed.

She just loves the food samples in supermarkets, so much so that she’ll eat half of the samples there.

01 is the leader of the mom squad (she also coined the term - also the squad is comprised of her, 00, and 02).

02

Has so many aerobics videos it makes the Raiders of the Lost Ark ending scene look like a mall retail closet.

Thinks T-pose is aerobics based.

She loves Wii Fit Training and in SSB4 (her daughter Asuka loves it because fighting!! weapons, and also she can be #1!) she only mains Wii Fit Trainer.

She’s the one person who plays as that 1 character in any fighting game. We all have that 1 friend that does that.

03

Tries too hard to relate to today’s youth.

She calls memes “mee mees.” She also misquotes or mispronounces electronic things (not intentionally, though), M3Ps, MyPods, etc.

She’s very good with kids, though. She tries to sit down and have talks with them, especially her son, Toji, whenever kids are under the weather.

06

Soccer, PTA Mom, and coffee in the morning Mom. 4 out of 5 experts agree coffee flows through her veins.

She’s at odds with 01, considering 06 is graceful and 01 isn’t. She’s petty but insists she isn’t.

Does much of her shopping at Whole Foods.

Acts ultra innocent but has actually and unabashedly said “fuck” before.

Both her and 01′s sons love each other despite 01 and 06 being meh around each other.

She got her self-taught pianist son to play violin.

08

Tomboy Mom.

She’s also the Cool Mom; whenever there’s a party, she’s the one hosting.

Sings in the shower but with all the wrong lyrics; also using a bar of soap as a microphone.

Insists the line goes “I guess it rains down in Africa” in Africa by Toto rather than “I bless the rains down in Africa.”

Her daughter is just like her, which annoys Asuka who just asked Mari last week if her mom would approve of her putting the stereo up full blast (the answer is yes).

She knows the goings-on of everywhere in town. When Asuka and Mari become girlfriends, she recommends them a few places to go on dates.

Friends with 06 and 01, trying to get them to be friends with one another because she thinks they have more in common than either would like to admit.

[celenatriestowriteagain]

A week/end that is/was

Things are sort of going back to normal. K went to work this week and we can also go out to eat. On Tuesday we all went out to eat Korean BBQ.

Friday, 10 Jul

It's a holiday today because Singapore is having a general election. Can I just say, it's so crazy how quickly I forget what I did throughout the week. Even the events of yesterday I'm finding it hard to remember.

But here goes: we ordered mcdonald's breakfast and we ate it while we continued watching The Florida Project. The movie is a slice of life set in one summer of a kid and her single teenage mom. Just watching the kids makes me nostalgic for my childhood. One day we had our last summer vacation and we didn't even know it.

After the movie I did some yoga and then we went out to plaza sing. We bought a broom from muji and we tried their cafe. There was some people who were fighting really loudly in a table near us. The food was alright, I think it's a bit overpriced.

We then went to spotlight to look for pool floaties but I didn't see any that we like.

Then we went back home and had spaghetti for dinner. After dinner I put make up on K and myself. My friend E was hosting a zoom party so I joined that for abit. At around 12am I left and we drank a little while watching 13th Ghost and Friday the 13th. We slept around 4AM.

Saturday, 11 Jul

Woke up really late too, at 12PM. We ordered Soup Spoon for lunch and ate it while watching the RPDR and Canada's Drag Race. At around 5PM we had a reservation at a tennis court so we "played" (in quotes because we mostly just ran and picked up tennis balls) for an hour and went to the park to play badminton for about half an hour. When we went back we went swimming and ate spaghetti and adobo for dinner. Now we're watching Gone Girl while I'm writing this. We went to bed around 12AM.

Sunday, 12 Jul

I woke up earlier than usual – 9:30 am. We just stayed in bed until we felt hungry (around 11). K and I wanted to buy eggs so we headed out but it started raining heavily so we just resorted to pandamart. While waiting for the groceries to be delivered we watched Dear Ex on netflix. It's such a tender, heartbreaking film.

I think the most heartbreaking story for me is that of the son and his mother.. it's so difficult to express one's love to each other. Anyway, the groceries took too long so we ended up heating the leftover adobo and eating some Japanese weiners with it.

After the movie I went to take a nap, and woke up again around 3:30pm. Then K went to take his nap. And now it's 5:35.

I sat in our small balcony eating chocolate chip cookies and cheese strings while waiting for K to wake up. When he did we headed out to the Botanic Gardens where we walked to the Symphony Lake.

Then we took a grab to swee choon for dinner. The mee sua dumpling is really *chef's kiss*. I got sichuan oil in my right eye and I thought I was gonna lose my eyesight for a minute.

We walked past the City Square mall on our way home. It was a little nostalgic cause we used to go there with my mom. We also passed by Boon Keng which was even more nostalgic because we used to live in that area.

When we got home we showered, K worked abit while I tried to watch the first episode of Reply 1988. Now K is asleep and I'm writing this!

[callitfreedom]

Next Station: KK

First things first: happy new year to all of you!!!

I know I haven't been posting in a while (same old reason plus lack of motivation) BUT so much happened since my last post. Be prepared  for this one because it’s gonna be a looooooong post.

I’m gonna start with a short story. This story is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.  One day before our road trip to Brunei we drove down to the valley. I was in the back again enjoying the wind and complete freedom of the ride when we arrived at the first café of Buduk Nur and I was totally shocked. Right there in the middle of a street stood a tall and obviously white guy. This may seem normal to you, but when you're in the middle of nowhere in a small village in the jungle where most of the people don’t speak english (or only a few words) and I am called putih putih (which basically means really white person) you definitely don’t expect another white person. So what do you do? Well, if you bump into other white people here in Sarawak you kinda greet them like friends and I was really really happy and shocked to see that guy so this is exactly what I did. This was my first encounter with Yonathan. A coffee, some Mee Goreng and a talk later he joined us to go to the mountain so he hopped in the back with me and this is where our constant babbling started..  Some of you might now the sensation when you meet someone and IMMEDIATELY feel like friends. This is exactly what happened. In the following three weeks we shared so much laughter and tears but also the same love for eating (especially garlic) and mutual taste in music. We annoyed each other like hell, fought so loud over toilet paper that our hosts could hear the screaming at night or my screams when I earned a wet willy cause I ate the last pancake in front of his face but out of his reach (and clearly enjoyed it). I scolded him for abusing Kitschu (the most retarded cat in this planet), he made fun of me because I apparently had a huge impact on the mating habits of the pets here, I made fun of him because he’s so jumpy when it comes to flying bugs or scary noises or basically anything unexpected, we couldn't stop laughing because of Tuaks (the cat) habit of screaming randomly at night, we sucked at fire making (how many white popele does it take to start a fire? two. and a black one.) and we made some jelly which actually worked here without a fridge (shows how could it was!!). 

Oh our nicknames were Pussy (his) and asshole (mine)..

There were some magical moments like the time we watched a meteor shower (and got annoyed by the fireflies who apparently thought it’s funny that we got excited because we thought it’s a meteor every time one of them flew by..) or the night we slept outside with our sleeping bags and had to flee to the tent at 5 in the morning or simply some Oh Wonder karaoke sessions with a cup of tea and way too much cookies late at night. Seriously, I never had so much tea and cookies in my whole life. We had a lot funny moments (as you can see) but this is not one of those friendships where you only have fun. Nope, we could actually talk about the things that really affected us or just sit next to each other for hours and writing your journal and I have to say he helped me a lot through this whole realising-stuff-when-you-travel-thing. 

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this but this is for you: I really don't know how this happened. I never felt so close to someone I’ve only known for three weeks but here I am sitting in KK and missing your sorry arse and our long evening talks, the rides in the car, you picking on me and our stupid ideas like walking BAREFOOT! through the jungle and taking pictures of weird-ass rare animals.. I MISS YOU!

 Enough with the feelings. I still have to explain how I happen to be in KK and what happened in between.

The interesting part started a couple of days before Christmas Eve. Three buddhist nuns came to the mountain and planned on staying there for a while to become one with nature or however you wanna describe it. Those cute old ladies are very interesting! Cooking skills are insane, they taught us how to properly meditate and do some yoga and have some interesting ‘healing’ techniques they showed us on the 25th. Anyways short resume of my Christmas: 24th. Isak and Wendy didn't return from their short trip to Indonesia in the morning, we did some yoga, had a few nice meals and were surprised when Isak came up there exhausted like hell and telling us that there was an erosion on the road that makes it impossible to come up to the mountain with the car.. means we got stuck there (even though my plan was to get to Lawas on 25th) and he had to go back to the car where Wendy was, but promised us that everything will be cleared by tomorrow. 25th. Still no sign of the two of them so I decided to let get some healing from the nuns. They say (especially in areas like the mountain) that a lot of dampness gets into your body and brings us sickness. So what is the best way to get rid off it? Apparently by hitting your body over and over with your hands (or a special tool) until some bruises show up. If I knew what exactly they’re doing and how much pain it cause I wouldn't have let them do the ‘healing’ However I ended up with a buddhist nun beating me up for 4 hours on both arms. Sounds strange right? Oh, I forgot to mention that the generator was broken, so we sat there in complete isolation and without electricity!

 26th. Still nothing from Isak and Wendy so Yonathan and I decided to walk down to Ba’Kelalan (not before on of his arms got beaten up as well). It took us a while to reach civilisation because of some arguing, some difficulties of crossing the erosion and some high level of retardedness when we crossed an excavator.

We finally reached the church and were greeted by Isak’s brother Dawat who asked us to join their little Christmas party and dinner after. The meal itself was pig with pig and umm let me think.. pig! Kinda horrible after more than a week of vegetarian cooking. After that we crashed at Dawat’s place and I had to contact my beloved mum to tell her that I’m still alive (which she doubted at that point by the way).

All in all I had a really interesting and remarkable Christmas. On the 27th we decided to stay with Maureen, Andy and Badau in their Homestay The Owl House (if anyone of you ever decides to travel this part of the world you HAVE to got there. it is downright beautiful and decorated with so much love). We know those three from some encounters before and Maureen and Andy are just a really lovely and caring couple. The three of them know so much about the wildlife here in Borneo (Andy is a professional photographer who printed some books on the wildlife and people in Malaysia) and are just hilarious! the three nights I stayed with them were full of laughter and good stories.  They can show the beautiful places around Ba’Kelalan and help you experience and understand the local life und culture. We spend a fun night with an Indonesian (who laughs like he’s a witch stirring some poison) gathered around the fireplace in their living room and had a good swim in a stream near their place.

One day before New Year’s Eve I decided to take the plane to Lawas. While waiting for the flight I met my tiny kitten again from a couple of days before and when the time was to get into the plane her owner actually said I should take her with me! Crazy people here.. It was a hard goodbye to Maureen, Andy, Badau and especially Yonathan.  The flight itself was 30 minutes, there were like 6 other people on the plane and I sat directly behind the pilots to have a good view.

The day in Lawas was full of surprises as well. I stayed with Isak's cousin Richard (know him from some other times we stayed there) and we went out for some food and watching a football game which led to a night of drinking beer and singing karaoke with complete strangers.  The next day I took the bus to KK (4 hours ride costs about 5€) where I checked into the Akinabalu Youth Hostel and celebrated my NYE with Andrew (basically a stranger I know from couchsurfing) in an asian food point. Not really what I expected but I got used to the feeling of unexpected events here! My very first day in KK and my very first day of the new year started quite good, with a tour I got from Dzul (another local I know from couchsurfing). I saw the main attractions in KK (not really much), had amazing food, met his cousin plus girlfriend and we spent a great day here all together ending with a great meal at the pasar filipino (illegal market where philippinos sell anything from fruits over seafood to electronic devices) and me trying the Durian fruit. I STRONGLY ADVISE YOU NOT TO TRY IT. Seriously, whenever you pass the streets of KK and get a smell like someone is dying in a corner it’s Durian.. and it tastes as rotten as it smells. i have no clue why EVERY asian is in love with this stuff, it’s horrible. Better try Rambutan or Mangostane, those are really nice!

Durian Fruit aka King of fruits.

Rambutan and Magostane.

Right now I’m sitting in the October Coffee House now, writing this and realising this is the first day since I started travelling which completely belongs to me and no one else and I’m gonna keep it that way! So that’s it. Goodbye guys, see you soon!

[shreyasaha1987]

20 Provinces of Isaan Thailand in 20 Days – Day 16

Isaan – North-Eastern Thailand, the least touristy region of Thailand – is so beautiful and has left me amazed for the last 15 days. I have been to Nakhon Ratchasima, Ubon Ratchathani, Mukdahan, Khon Kaen, Udon Thani, and other neighboring provinces. Next, I headed to Loei and Nong Khai. These North-Eastern provinces are bordered from Laos by the mighty Mekong river. Both Chiang Khan and Pak Chom are riverside towns in Loei, which are worth visiting for outstanding Mekong riverside resorts. While many tourists flock to Chiang Khan, I preferred to spend my day in Pak Chom, a more sleepy and remote riverside-town located 70 km east of Chiang Khan, which ensured rustic relaxation next to the nature.

Highlights of the Day

Udon Thani to Pak Chom

Leisure at Mekong Riverside Resort and Camping

Udon Thani to Pak Chom

I checked out from the hotel in Udon Thani, took a songthaew to Bus Station No. 2, and got a ticket for the 9.30 AM bus to Loei. Bus had air-con, comfortable seats, not a lot of leg space but manageable – it had no toilet. It took 2.5 hours to reach Loei including one stop for toilet and refreshment on the way. I had some vegetarian Thai curry with rice as lunch on the way where the bus had stopped. Blue-colored minibuses run from Loei bus station to Pak Chom. They look like wooden songthaew. It took 2 hours to reach Pak Chom bus terminal.

The way to Pak Chom was remarkable – beautiful sights of the green mountainous terrain with small villages on the way

The weather was windy and too cool – enjoyed each and every moment of the journey and the view from the minibus

I already booked a room in advance at Mekong Riverside Resort and Camping. Mike, a Canadian guy, and his Thai wife, Ben are the owners of the resort. When I was about to reach Pak Chom bus terminal, I called up Mike and he came to the bus station to pick me up. I reached Pak Chom bus station at 2.30 PM and in 15 min, I reached the resort – thanks to Mike!

Mekong Riverside Resort and Camping

I was happily welcomed by Jennie – the mommy dog – and Morgan – Jennie’s son. They were so excited to have me there.

The place is a modern stylish boutique resort in a quiet natural setting on the banks of the Mekong river. Laos is located on the other side of the river. The resort also has a campground. Mike helps in cleaning and managing the place while Ben cooks food for the guests and also manages the place. They have a very personal approach to take care of the guests, which impressed me a lot. After a little cuddling session with Jennie and Morgan, I was shown my room – room 101.

They have only 4 rooms – the room I got was simple yet elegant, clubbed with minimal contemporary design and modern amenities

The room had a comfortable king size bed, air conditioning, and LCD flat screen TV

The room also had a refrigerator with mini-bar, en-suite western bathroom with hot water shower, and free Wifi

I loved the private deck each room had set in gardens overlooking the river that provide the ideal place to enjoy the splendor of this natural environment

The resort offers a sunset boating tour but I chose to just relax. Also, the boating tour is more meaningful when the river water is high during the rainy and post rainy season. Instead, I enjoyed the sunset right from the huge resort campground. Later, I had some playtime with Jennie and Morgan.

The resort has a huge campground – you are welcome to bring your tent and camp here at a minimal fee

Jennie is calm but Morgan is full of energy and very playful

It is a great feeling to get back to the nature and the natural elements – look at this beautiful butterfly

Uncountable photo sessions of the sunset across the river and the mountains continued

Can I capture this sun and see it setting and rising always? I am a big sunrise- and sunset-lover!

I had mentioned Ben while booking that I am a vegan, and she took care of that nicely. She cooked hot vegan Masamman Curry with potatoes, carrots, peanuts, and coconut milk in it. She served it with roti and jasmine rice. It was very delicious. I had our dinner while enjoying the sunset – it was a paradise.

Vegan Masamman Curry served with roti for dinner by the riverside

When it was dark, I got busy playing with Jennie and Morgan again. After a while, I crashed on the comfortable bed and fell asleep right away.

I highly recommend this resort whether you come alone or with your partner or family or friends

20 Provinces of Isaan Thailand in 20 Days – Day 17

I highly recommend to stay in this resort for at least 2 nights. It is unfair to leave this beautiful place in a day, but I had plans to head to Nong Khai. Nong Khai is a small border town in the far north-east of Thailand. The first Thai-Laos Friendship Bridge was constructed here across the Mekong river connecting Nong Khai (Thailand) and Thanaleng (Laos) on the other side. Not only a border town, but Nong Khai is also a riverside paradise. It is a very cool place to chill for a night or two before or after you cross the Laos border. Even though I was not crossing any border, still I booked a beautiful riverside guesthouse in advance to spend a night there.

Highlights of the Day

Checking Out at Mekong Riverside Resort & Camping

Pak Chom to Nong Khai

Mut Mee Garden Guesthouse

Bye Bye Mekong Riverside Resort & Camping

The morning mists and the expansive view of the unspoiled river wetlands from the room wished me a very good morning.

Jennie and Morgan came to wish us good morning

The panoramic views of the river, gardens and lush surrounding landscape from the room was breath-taking during early morning

Ben cooked some Western breakfast – a cup of green tea, hot brown bread toasts with scrambled tofu served with a bowl of freshly cut apples and a glass of orange juice. It was a lovely and tummy-filling breakfast. I had a beautiful and memorable time at the resort. I truly relaxed and unwinded in the tranquil scenic setting of the resort. It is a perfect location to explore all this wonderful area has to offer. It was difficult to leave such an amazing site and say goodbye to Jennie and Morgan – but I had to do it.

Pak Chom to Nong Khai

Mike dropped me at the bus terminal at around 10-ish and the minibus departed at 10.15 AM. The exhilarating view of the minibus journey was so photogenic and memorable. I reached Loei at around 12.30 PM. I grabbed a plate of delicious Pad Thai from Big C that is located few meters away from the Loei bus terminal. Shortly, I got a bus to Nong Khai that took around 3 h to reach the bus station. From there, I took a tuktuk to the guesthouse I had booked in advance for only 30 ฿.

Mut Mee Garden Guesthouse

Julian is an excellent host, always with a smile. He would prefer you to contact him personally through e-mail or phone for booking rather than booking through online agency.

Mut Mee Garden Guesthouse offers clean and inexpensive rooms of different types that would suit your taste. There are simple single rooms with fan and also family room with aircon, hot shower, and also a balcony overlooking the Mekong river. I got a single room with fan for ฿350 per night. I booked for 2 nights. The restaurant provides the most delicious food in Nong Khai, catering both vegetarian and non-vegetarian options.

Mut Mee Garden Guesthouse is perfect for you if you are looking forward to enjoy tranquility by the banks of the Mekong river

The room is really cute and comfortable

Lisa, one of the owners of this guesthouse, has an art gallery nearby. You can also practice yoga, meditation, reiki, and astrology from Beatrix and Pancho – the professional yoga masters. Moreover, you can also enjoy the facilities of massage, personal fitness training, well-stocked bookshop, and a floating live music bar.

What To Do in the Evening?

At 5 PM every evening, there is a sunset boat cruise leaving from the temple next door. You can either choose that or just witness one of the most beautiful sunsets from the riverside guesthouse. I loved my own time in the evening in this pretty riverside place.

Mut Mee has a beautiful tropical garden filled with trees in a magical setting

The garden setup has many different corners where you can be alone or with others

You can always pick a book and chill on a hammock set up in the garden

The guesthouse has a raft afloat on the river with a music bar on it called the Gaia Live Music Bar, where many people have played music from around the world

Delicious pumpkin soup accompanied by baguette was my light dinner for the day

20 Provinces of Isaan Thailand in 20 Days – Day 18

There are few interesting sights to explore in Nong Khai. I had a nice fruit platter for brunch at the guesthouse before I headed to the sightseeing tour of Nong Khai. Julian arranged a tuk-tuk for me for ฿200. The driver took me to a Buddhist temple, a market, and an interesting sculpture park. I have visited a similar sculpture park in Laos which is on the other side of Nong Khai. However, and I heard this one in Thailand is good too – hence I did not want to miss this one. The Buddhist temple of Nong Khai is also a popular one and the border market is unmissable.

Highlights of the Day

Sala Keoku

Wat Pho Chai

Tha-Sadet Market on the way back

Sala Keoku

I left the guesthouse at around 1 PM. The park is situated around 6 km away. The tuk-tuk took me there within just few minutes. However, I took at least 2 hour’s time to explore this mysterious park.

Sala Keoku is considered to be one of the most extraordinary creations of South-East Asia. It contains more than a hundred dazzling sculptures that rise more than seven stories high. The sculptures are inspired from a wide range of ancient beliefs, including animist folklore, Hindu mythology, and Buddhist traditionalism.

You have to pay a mere fee of ฿20 as an entrance fee of the park. The park opens at 6 AM and closes at 6 PM.

The park was made by Luang Pu Bounleua Sulilat, a Lao man who spent most of his early years gaining mystical knowledge from an abstinent hermit named Keoku, who lived in a cave in Laos. He actually started the park in Laos, which still exists on the other side of the border – it is called Buddha Park or Xieng Khuan. Due to Communist rule in Laos, he was forced to abandon that park, but in Thailand, he created a similar park called Sala Keuko – this one is more carefully maintained and looks more complete. I liked this one more than Xieng Khuan.

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The greatest sculpture of all is the Wheel of Life at the far end of the park

Life in Luang Poo’s view is a cycle of influences and phases, which start at one’s conception and end at one’s death

Wat Pho Chai

Next, the tuk-tuk stopped at the holiest temple of Nong Khai. It hosts a large Lan Xang-era bronze Buddha image with a solid gold head and embedded with precious stones.

The temple complex is big, and it houses many monks – you would also come across many Thais burning incense and praying for health and fortune

The elaborate and colorful wall murals of the temple were breathtaking

Tha Sadet Market

On the way back, the tuk-tuk stopped by the popular Thai-Laos border market by the Mekong river. Tha Sadet Market. Sadly I do not have photos – out of battery, err! You must visit the market anytime between 7 AM to 6.30 PM. You will find varieties of products from Indochina and East Europe, including dried food, processed food, home appliances, utensils, etc.

Chilling in the Evening at the Riverside

I was back to the guesthouse by 5 PM. I was tempting for some yummy dinner, so asked Julian what’s special. He recommended me the tofu and aubergine curry with hot jasmine rice. I enjoyed a lovely dinner at the most beautiful Mekong riverside guesthouse. After exploring so many places followed by such wonderful food, I did not take much time to sleep off.

Hot and delicious tofu and aubergine curry with jasmine rice for dinner at Mut Mee

NET EXPENSE FOR 1 PERSON (IN THB)

Let us have a look at the expenses of Days 16-18 in Thailand – Loei and Nong Khai.

Bus from Udon Thani to Loei: 125

Round-Trip to Pak Chom from Loei: 60

Stay at Mekong Riverside Resort & Camping (1 night): 1200

Bus from Loei to Nong Khai: 125

Stay at Mut Mee Garden Guesthouse (2 nights): 1000

Getting Around in Nong Khai: 30

Sightseeing in Nong Khai: 200

Entrance fee of Buddha Park: 20

Food and miscellaneous: 400

Total expense (roughly): 3160 THB

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3 Days in Mekong Riverside in Loei and Nong Khai, Thailand 20 Provinces of Isaan Thailand in 20 Days - Day 16 Isaan - North-Eastern Thailand, the least touristy region of Thailand - is so beautiful and has left me amazed for the last 15 days.

[zimniysoldat-fiction]

Angel Eyes

Summary: An angel/demon AU featuring demon!Bucky and angel!Reader based on this request:

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Religious imagery, probably some blasphemy, language, unprotected (graphic) sex

Word Count: 2,915

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive. I kinda got carried away with this one. I do hope it’s okay? (.gif has nothing to do with the story. I just like staring at it)

What happens when an angel knocks up a demon? You get a devilishly handsome half-breed with angelic charm and passion like hellfire running through his veins—you get me. Maybe I’m not as impressive as Lucifer, I didn’t fall from grace, I didn’t cut off my wings to spite my father—I never had wings—but I am more impressive than other demons. I’m stronger, smarter…just overall, I’m better. My unique position comes with perks from Luci, but jeers from full-blood demons. They say I’m not pure, that I have a disgusting heavenly glow about me. They say I don’t belong in Hell.

They’re right. I belong on Earth.

I belong in the realm of fallibility, temptation, desire, and rebellion. And over the centuries, I’ve come to realize that I really fucking enjoy destroying the bliss of ignorance so many humans cling to. Usually, this is welcomed by the people I share some of my knowledge with, but sometimes it is met with fear, anger, and violence. I’ve been ‘killed’ a few times by those desperate to remain ignorant. Hell. One time a few of them pushed me off a train in the Swiss Alps. I survived that, somehow, but my arm most definitely did not. I’m not a lizard, my limbs don’t simply grow back after being cut off, and I really didn’t want to be another one-armed Joey returning home after the War. So I went out and got this badass metal arm. It isn’t a set of wings or a spine of spikes, but it does set me apart from humans. It feels nice having a visual cue that I’m not like those I walk amongst.

The twenty-first century has been interesting. It took a while to find my footing among the technology and growing apathy. That is, until I walked into this place. This gorgeous, turn-of-the-century building with an open concept interior and a speakeasy in the basement immediately grabbed my attention and refused to let go. So I bought it. And I renovated it. And now it’s an independent bookstore and coffee shop. With a speakeasy in the basement. The speakeasy is my pride and joy.

So imagine my ire when two officials from the state strutted into my shop this morning asking questions about a possible illegal drinking den on the premises. As soon as I saw her, she made my blood run cold, sending a shiver through every nerve pathway in my body. She seemed to glow in the morning sun that filtered through the shop’s windows. And her hair…

Sure, silver/grey hair is trendy at the moment, but hers… The grey locks highlighted by metallic silver wisps… It reminded me of Luci’s hair. Minus the charred ends. It was captivating, but it also made me bristle. She was captivating, but also made me bristle.

I could tell that she took an immediate disliking to me, her features contorting as if she just drank battery acid the second she laid eyes on me. Normally, my chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones, and icy blue eyes were enough to turn women into putty in my hands. Failing that, the henley shirts that feigned modesty while clinging perfectly to my muscles and haggard jeans that could barely hold in my dominating thighs definitely caught their attention.

And yet this woman could only look at me with contempt.

Being a Servant of the Lord is like walking on eggshells. If the eggshells were already smashed to dust before you entered the room and have to glue each bit back together, all the while trying to prove you weren’t the one to break the stupid things in the first place. So when you accidentally allow a megalomaniac to sit in the most influential, most powerful seat in the world while you were trying to prevent a race riot that would lead to genocide, nothing you could say or do will save your ass. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m living in New York like some mere mortal. A millennial. Do you have any idea how confusing and tedious this generation of humans  is? Extremely. The answer is ‘extremely’. If it weren’t for the internet, I would never have survived this long. Even though the more I read it, the lesser the likelihood of ever going home again. My fondness for Neil deGrasse Tyson alone is enough to have me permanently exiled.

One part of living like a human that really, truly sucks is having to work. It’s just so boring. I managed to get a job as the Mayor’s secretary, which isn’t too bad, but it feels like I’m always working. How do these things manage to have a life outside of the ‘daily grind’? I mean, just finding a job was hard enough. I lost count of how many employers assumed I dyed my hair and were disapproving of, what they thought was, my tattoo. None would believe that silver is my natural hair colour and that the celestial locks refused to be dyed any other colour. And I couldn’t very well tell them that the ‘tattoo’ of an albino snake slithering about my shoulder, traveling across my collarbone and whispering in my ear is, in fact, a very painful brand I received for my failings. Luckily the Mayor didn’t care about any of that. Honestly, I think he hired me just because he finds me attractive.

That would certainly explain this morning—his temper tantrum over being told someone from his office had to accompany an inspector, and that I was the only person available. Honestly? I wasn’t much happier than he was. This dress isn’t made for ‘official visits’. The pencil skirt alone makes it hard to walk at a respectable pace. But here I am, still desperately in need of a cup of coffee, walking into some bookstore. What business the Mayor’s Office had with a bookstore, I couldn—holy shit! Is that coffee I smell? I wonder if I can slip away to grab a cup?

Fantasies of coffee evaporated as soon as I saw the proprietor. He is most definitely not human. But…he’s also not an angel? Despite having the ice blue eyes of our race? What is he? And why is he so goddamned cocky? What I wouldn’t give to just tell this poor human that whatever it is he’s looking for is in the basement, behind the supply closet, so I can just go get a cup of coffee. But this…Bucky. He just said his name was Bucky, didn’t he? He’s a seriously adept liar. He has the poor rube convinced that he was mistaken and wasting his time.

Whatever. At least I can get some coffee now.

No matter how hard she tried, the exiled angel couldn’t get her mind off of Bucky. What is he? Her brain, her curiosity, wouldn’t drop the question. Even after getting home, getting out of that uncomfortable dress, and indulging in a bottle of wine, the question danced on her brain. What is he?

She couldn’t take it anymore. It was keeping her up in the middle of the night (not that she really slept—she mostly just drank coffee and wine). So she decided to throw caution to the wind, pulling on her favourite pair of boots—black stilettos in the style of combat boots—over her aubergine yoga pants. The black, off-the-shoulder sweatshirt that used to be an oversized hoodie was warm enough for the walk from her apartment to the bookstore. Or rather, the speakeasy underneath the bookstore.

Luckily for her, Bucky was still there, laying on the bar and puzzling over her. He had kept the speakeasy closed tonight, wanting the space and alcohol to dwell on her hair, her eyes…her. Could she be…? Maybe she’s just a hipster, riding the trend of silver hair and white tattoos on white skin. Was it even a snake? Maybe it was just some tribal scribble. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was familiar. Like he had seen it somewhere before. Turning his head to the side, he carefully sealed his lips around the neck of the whiskey bottle before chugging its entire contents in a desperate bid for relief.

Having heard the click of the door opening, Bucky sat up, sitting crosslegged in the middle of the bar. He should have been on red alert, or at least curious about what was on the other side of the door. Instead, he felt calm, like he was expecting a guest that was running a little late. And when he saw her silver hair and piercing eyes, he smiled widely, like he was just laying eyes on a long-lost friend. Captivated as he was, his eyes couldn’t help but to drop, looking at the tattoo that her sweater put on full display.

She walked into the speakeasy with a stubborn determination. She needed one answer to one question, then she could go home. Though she’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t find the establishment’s décor alluring, intoxicating in its own right. And the way he stared at her filled her with self-doubt. Why is he looking at me like that? Her stride slowed halfway across the room, slowly coming to the end of the bar, keen on keeping at least that distance between them.

He was indeed bewildering. The eyes of an angel, the body of a demigod, and…a metal arm? He definitely wasn’t an angel if he couldn’t regrow or reattach parts of his corporeal form. Which brought her right back to why she was here in the first place. What is he?

“What did you do?” His voice led her gently out of her thoughts, bringing her attention solely on him.

“Sorry?”

“That brand.” He nodded to her exposed shoulder and subconsciously she pulled her sweater up and over the snake, shame washing over her. “You’re a fallen angel. So what did you do?”

“I…” she sighed and her eyes fell to the floor. “I stopped a race riot and in doing so, let a megalomaniacal idiot gain the power to bring about the end of humankind.” She bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. “And am a fan of Neil deGrasse Tyson.” She added as an afterthought.

She hadn’t noticed that Bucky had slid off the bar and was now standing directly in front of her. So she flinched with surprise when his thumb and index finger took hold of her chin, forcing her gaze up to meet his. His eyes beheld her with warmth, drinking in her beauty for a minute before bringing his lips down to meet hers in a soft, reassuring kiss that lingered longer than even he had anticipated.

“Don’t worry about that idiot,” he murmured, smiling as he finally brought himself to pull away from the kiss. “He won’t destroy humanity. Too stupid.” Both chuckled at this for a moment before falling silent, Bucky still indulging in the angel’s beauty.

Before either of them could process the chemistry between them, Bucky had her pinned against the wall with such a force that a few liquor bottles fell from the nearby shelf, shattering against the wood floor. His lips crashed against hers, taking what he wanted, though she offered no resistance, delighting in this entirely new heat coursing through her veins. His body was enough to keep her pinned to the wall, allowing his metal hand to wrap around her neck, gently cradling it, offering a tender form of support as he neck craned so her lips could meet his. His flesh hand felt its way down her body, hungrily exploring her curves with an impatient passion, until he reached her thigh, fingers digging in as he lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist. He was grinding his hips against her, his hand pawing at her ass, squeezing and rubbing the soft flesh, when he started to break off the kiss, wanting to ask her if angels even knew what sex was.

“What are you?” She panted before he could even form his own words.

The question stayed his lust momentarily, though the way her fingers ran through his hair, the was she played with the chestnut tresses, and the way she chewed lustfully at her swollen bottom lip reignited it just as quickly, and he kissed her softly, pushing his hips forcefully against hers as he smiled.

“I’m a half-breed,” he barely got the label out before his lips were at the nape of her neck, chewing and sucking at the skin, enjoying the way he could feel her blood pulse with lust. “Mother’s a demon,” he managed as he took a second to catch his breath before bringing his lips to her earlobe, sucking and tugging, knowing the pleasure it would bring her. “Dad was some angel she never talked about.” He finished explaining before biting her lip, pulling her into another passionate kiss.

Having her answer, the angel surrendered herself entirely to this half-breed, chasing the whirling heat that was growing between her legs. Bucky was so turned on by her eagerness that he didn’t bother making a show of undressing, getting naked as quickly as he could, impatient for his next taste of her skin. It was only when he noticed her gaping at his fully erect cock that he remembered the question he had wanted to ask. He cupped her cheek with his flesh hand, pressing his forehead against hers as his chest heaved with lust, forcing him to catch his breath.

“Have you ever had sex before? I mean, do angels even know what sex is?”

“I’ve never had sex before, no.” She confessed, “and angels only have a basic understanding of the concept. But…” She smirked as she pushed him away, throwing her sweater behind the bar, sliding out of her pants. “I know perfectly well what sex is, sir.”

It was his turn to gape now—at her confidence, at her body, at her. The way she said ‘sir’ made his cock twitch and he found himself putty in her hands, those soft, warm hands that were rubbing his chest. As she pushed him back, his smile grew with every step they took, anticipating her next move. And she didn’t disappoint, pushing him down against the plush upholstery of the bench before climbing on top of him, knees on either side of him as she straddled his hips, her dripping wet pussy ghosting over the head of his cock.

He was lost in her eyes, and she in his while she slowly lowered herself onto him, moaning loudly at the pressure, and the pleasure that came with it. She clung to his shoulders as her body trembled, overwhelmed by his size, and the confusion of pain and pleasure that it brought. Wrapping his metal arm around her waist, Bucky leaned forward, bring his flesh arm up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he braced her and began to move inside her, doing all of the work while she adjusted to this new experience.

He couldn’t believe how tight she was, his cock tearing at her walls, twitching with the pleasure of her lust pulsating all around his girth.

“Fuck.” He groaned with the obscene pleasure she brought, his lips tenderly molding with hers, his tongue luring hers into a passionate, sloppy kiss.

He continued to slowly grind into her, his hips rocking up against her pelvis, his head dropping, burying his face against her breasts. The way she whimpered and moaned was intoxicating, and his grip around her tightened, not wanting to risk letting her go. Slowly, it became easier to move inside her and he began thrusting gently into her, smiling into her cleavage as he felt her nails dig into his shoulders and rake against his skin as she struggled to keep a grip.

She began to moan louder, completely lost in the pulsating heat while pure, blind pleasure pulled her muscles into her core. She didn’t know something so painful could feel so obscenely good. She wanted more, needed more, and began rolling her hips in time with his thrusting, chasing that obscenity. She was panting when she looked down at Bucky. His eyes were shut, his hair falling in his face as he groaned and growled with raw pleasure. The sight made her smile, inspired her to ride him as intensely as she could manage as she brushed the sweaty hair from his face, her fingers raking through and gripping at his hair.

Soon, she was gripped by the riptide of her climax rushing through every muscle, every vein in her body. As she reached the peak of her orgasm, she threw her head back, screaming with ecstasy while her body stiffened and her wings stretched to their full span, showering Bucky in their effervescent glow.

The hot sensation of her cumming over him was so intense that it pushed him over the edge, his hips bucking as he emptied himself inside of her. They rode out their orgasms together, Bucky still bracing the angel’s trembling body, holding her close. Even as they came down from their high, he stayed inside her, letting her body melt perfectly against his as though they were one.

Now that he found her, he was never going to let his fallen angel go.

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