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alittlebitgoofy · 4 years

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Glass wings chapter 3 (lemonjuice)

this took a hot minute to finish but we here, huge thank you to zyan for putting up with my nonsensical writing at points and having a lot of patience. this is where the lesbianism kicks in, enjoy!

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Lemon shook herself, standing in her human form early in the morning wasn’t something she liked. Her body wasn’t used to this, it begged for more sleep, but she put it down to having only just woken up. Making delivery rounds once a week was a nice routine, but it was the getting up early that was painful. She got paid for selling pixie dust, albeit her own dust, so that was probably the only good part of waking up early.

Her mind wandered as she grabbed the bottled dust, thoughts lingering on that loneliness that had seeped into her the previous night. It got the better of her sometimes, deep down the knowledge that her loneliness was her fault would eat her up given the chance. It was easier to dismiss, not give the thoughts the room to flourish and hurt, but that was easier said than done. At least today would provide some connection, delivering to people she knew, even if she was only a commodity to help their businesses they treated her well, so she could never truly know their motives. Pixies were looked down upon, that knowledge had been instilled in Lemon from an early age. It was hard hiding your identity when your business is selling pixie dust - though people just thought she had managed to trap the pixie, or that she got it voluntarily. It made Lemon more of an outcast than ever, but she felt it was better than the danger of people knowing who she was.

Walking in her human form felt unnatural, Lemon wanted nothing more than to fly, shaking off the tiredness and reluctance that she had woken up with, but now wasn’t the time for that. Getting caught out now wasn’t an option, not when Juice was probably around somewhere, thinking she was getting up to some misdeed.

“Lemon, what are you up to this early?” Juice appeared next to the pixie, smiling slightly at the squeak of surprise she let out. The fairy looked her over, noticing the downcast eyes and posture smaller than normal. Something was wrong.

Juice wanted to ask her, but something told her there wouldn’t be much of a reply. Instead, she put a supportive hand on her shoulder, Lemon turning to her with a grateful look.

“I gotta make some deliveries,” Lemon spoke somewhat meekly, her eyes not meeting Juice’s.

“Well, do you need any help? Maybe some company?” Lemon blinked, was Juice offering this because she wasn’t opposed to being around her? The feelings that they were making progress had been ripped apart by her mind the night before but maybe there was something. She looked at Juice, eye’s hopeful, earning a smile that felt like a side of the fairy that she hadn’t gotten to see. A more human side.

Maybe, this was her opening up ever so slightly? ---

The walk to their first stop was fairly uneventful, few words were exchanged, but Juice noted the closeness when they walked through the most populated part of the village. Lemon’s eyes were trained on the floor the minute people were in sight. She stared, eyes blank with an emotion Juice couldn’t quite make out.

Whatever it was, it shifted as they turned on a side street. Her face got lighter, more at ease as they approached a small bakery. Juice knew it to be the one Ilona ran; she went there to get cakes with Kiara every so often, when the younger fairy insisted she needed to get out of her duties and have something nice for once. It became a rare occurence the more things came up, but Juice loved those moments, loved feeling something other than an almost suffocating responsibility.

“Oh? Hey Lemon. You brought a friend with you today?” The woman behind the counter smiled at the pair, although she seemed to eye up Juice somewhat suspiciously. The fairy shifted nervously, something about those eyes told her that she was already getting judged and all her moves were going to be watched. It was unsettling to say the least.

“Ilona!” Lemon bounced, grinning while walking over to the blue-haired woman. They held a brief exchange that Juice couldn’t make out. Although the way Ilona’s eyes flickered from her to Lemon did nothing to resolve the nervousness she felt building.

“Not to be rude Lem, but why is she with you? She gives off an ‘I'm better than you’ energy.” Ilona glanced at the cold looking blonde. Her face gave no clue to her emotions and it was unnerving.

“Juice? No, she’s nothing like that! She’s really sweet, just not great with people.” Lemon smiled in response. Ilona guessed from that smile that this Juice woman was to be trusted but the stoicism left her weary.

“Wait a second, you’re a fairly frequent customer, with Kiara. You never look thrilled to be dragged here.”

Juice froze, she wanted to melt into the ground right there. Ilona’s face was suspicious, looking Juice up and down for something to clue her in on her attitude. Something didn’t add up with the kind girl Lemon spoke of and the cold, aloof air she gave off. “She likes to bring me here, saying I’ve been inside for too long. It’s not because of you, your cakes are always good.” Juice wasn’t really sure how she sounded, but judging by the tentative and soft look Lemon was giving her, her voice was probably giving all her nerves away. A hand squeezed her shoulder lightly, taking the small blonde by surprise. The pixie’s expression was enough to settle the messy feelings down.

“Well, if Lem likes you, I can’t judge you too hard.” Ilona swatted a hand in a gesture of trying to move the subject, though her eyes still carried a scrutinising gaze. It wasn’t hard to notice the other girl’s unease, and it was easier not to get too into it.

Lemon nodded in acknowledgement before handing Ilona a bottle of pixie dust, her grin growing when handed a bag of coins.

“Lem, don’t forget your tip!” Ilona smirked at the hyper girl, handing her a piece of cake before glancing back to Juice and handing her a second. “One for your friend too.”

“It’s so sparkly, how did you—?” Juice questions softly voice, her voice trailing out of a strong anxiety still present. Staring at the cake. It was normal looking, apart from the way it gleamed yellow in the light.

“Oh, that’s why Lemon makes weekly deliveries. Turns out, putting a bit of pixie dust into a cake makes it sweeter, also gives it more energy.”

Juice nodded, trying it when Lemon urged her to. She thought the pure glee on the pixies face was just her being dramatic, but the cake proved her wrong. It felt like something in it was flowing through her, flushing the lingering anxiety away and filling her with a feeling that she could only associate with Lemon.

The pixie herself felt something shoot through her at watching Juice enjoy the cake. She knew of the effects, making the person who ate it feel happier and somewhat better overall. Watching it hit Juice was entertaining, her body loosening it’s stoic stance to a more comfortable one, her attention directed at Lemon with a small smile.

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“Are you following me for the other delivery I have to make? I think Pri’s a little easier to deal with than Ilona, she likes everyone, so you’ll be fine,” Lemon spoke as they walked, the twinge of concern in her tone making Juice feel something she couldn’t quite name, nor did she know if she wanted to.

Despite being intimidated by Ilona, she held out hope that maybe the other person would be easier to deal with. There was also the part of her that screamed in protest at leaving Lemon’s side. Was it because of her job to keep an eye on the pixie? It was something to think about later.

“Yeah, I can’t trust you on your own, can I? You’d end up in some type of danger.” Lemon laughed at the response, something about that brought that feeling back but Juice pushed it to the back of her mind to deal with later.

Entering the shop, they sawee a brunette struggling with many small bottles of various things off a shelf. She suddenly turned towards the door, dropping something with a loud clang that made Juice flinch. “Lemon! Ah, my favourite delivery girl, also the only delivery girl I know, come to think of it. You’re here just in time, I just ran out of pixie dust for the potions I need to make today.” The brunette grinned when Lemon and Juice entered, she gave off an air of being easy to get along with, and suddenly Juice began to understand it.

“Hey Pri!” Lemon beamed, the familiarity the pair clearly had was lost on the small blonde behind them. Juice watched, unsure of how to react.

“What’s my name?” “Priyanka!” The pair laughed between themselves, before Lemon noticed her the fairy looking bewildered, as did Priyanka.

“Oh, Lem has a friend! You good? She isn’t tiring you out is she? She does that, but we love her anyway.”

Despite wanting to respond, Juice found herself frozen. She laughed, the girl in front of her was funny but the idea of speaking was slowly fading the more she stood there. “This is Juice, she’s really sweet, but girl cannot talk to people.” Next to her, the energetic girl bounced, poking her friend teasingly during the introduction, feeling even more bubbly when she got a small smile in response.

They would have continued, pushing past the awkward introduction to some socialising before Priyanka remembered why they were there in the first place. But someone appeared from the back room, sending Juice into shock when she realised it was one of the higher up fairies from the council, Tynomi. What was she doing here?

“Pri, are you talking to yourself? What’s taking you so long?” She glanced at Priyanka, smiling slightly at the rushed look on her face, and the way she had clearly grabbed too many bottles but refused to admit it. That was when she turned to the side, noting a somewhat familiar looking girl with bright yellow hair and—

Why was Juice there?

“Tynomi? What are you doing here?” Juice blinked, seemingly reluctant to speak up but knowing she needed to, this situation would be too much to deal with if she fell too silent. “I could ask you the same question, aren’t you supposed to be on duty right now?” Tynomi eyed her up, suspicious as the other girl looked somewhat avoidant. She kept her gaze focused, eyes glancing down due to the difference in height.

“I am, my duty right now includes being with this weirdo.” Juice poked Lemon in the shoulder lightly, leading to the pixie letting out a smirk, lightly shoving her in response.

Tynomi watched them, amazed to see the typically cold and unsociable leader so comfortable around another person. That was something to keep an eye on.

“Ty! I’ve mentioned Lemon to you before, this is her and her friend Juice, do you two know each other?” Tynomi smiled in greeting, shaking off the mention of her knowing Juice with a small shrug. Juice herself just stared blankly, not knowing how to respond.

“You could say that, she’s the quiet young fairy leader I was telling you about a few days ago.” She whispered the last part so only the brunette could hear before nodding at Juice. Unknowingly, the pair exchanged very similar information, only telling of a council member, not the current leader of the fairies.

“I got your pixie dust, here you go, Pri.” Noticing the tension, Lemon switched the topic, exchanging the bottle with a grin.

“Thank you! I have a few potion orders to sort through, so I can’t chat for long, but thank you for coming today. Nice to meet you, Juice!” The brunette bid the pair goodbye, Tynomi following her wordlessly.

“She’s nice.” Juice stood, somewhat dumbfounded at the whole interaction.

“Told you she was easy to talk to.” Lemon was just as confused, but equally amused. The shock on Juice’s face at seeing Tynomi was amusing, but the tension left in the air made both of them want to leave as soon as possible.

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“Where are you going?” For what had to have been the fourth or fifth time, the fairy questioned, barely able to keep up with the energetic pixie, flying at a speed no one that small should be capable of.

“A cool place! We’re almost there.” Lemon felt a desire to bring her new friend to her favourite place, not quite knowing why but deciding to follow her instinct. Hearing the soft complaints and questions every so often was far too amusing to pass up. “Look!”

Lemon gestured to the scenery in front of them, seemingly untouched by anyone. It took a minute for Juice to fully take it in, watching the pixie turn into her human form, sitting beneath a tree, sheltering herself from the early afternoon sun. Her eyes shined in awe, staring up at the tree tops surrounding them before her eyes cast downward to a small river. Uncharacteristically calm, but Juice sensed this was something she was privileged to see.

“It’s beautiful around here,” she spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the blissful gazing of her companion. She got a nod in response, before the pixie turned to her and patted the grass next to her, staring expectantly.

Sat under a tree, in a quiet but comforting company wasn’t how Juice thought she was going to spend the day, but it was a rare moment of calmness that she knew to savour. They became rarer the more she focused on responsibilities, providing duties to the fairies. Her mind ran off, thinking of the things she had to do before the slight craving for a simpler life hit. One like Lemon, unaware of much other than her own existence, just trying to have fun and keep herself entertained.

“You just wanted something, anything to yourself, I'm sorry I came off so strongly when we first met. You’re a really nice person, Lemon.” Juice could see the surprise and light disbelief in Lemon’s face.

“I mean, it wasn’t just that. Part of me was thrilled for the attention, negative or positive, it was something. Living alone gets lonely, and I've never really had any family. There was one person, but—” Lemon’s voice trailed off, she wasn’t ready to reveal everything about herself. Tears pricked at her eyes just thinking about it all; she wanted nothing more than to forget half of the things she’d done, but they’d sit and haunt her like an old ghost, showing their faces when least expected.

“I get the feeling, being alone. It’s hard, people terrify me. You’re easy to deal with, and it’s partly my job to see you a lot right now, you’re an exception, Lem. Leading is hard, you don’t get a lot of free time, the limited time I have to see my friends, or even make some, it's too hard so it left me alone.” Juice turned to Lemon, her expression a mirror of the warmth and kindness in Lemon’s eyes. They sat, quiet, taking in what the other said and only exchanging a few words. A comfortable silence enveloped the area, neither girl wanting to interrupt it or the feeling of connection that was starting to form between them.

“Juice, if you ever do feel really alone and need someone, I’ll be here for you. I like you.” Lemon’s energy shifted, her eyes brightened at the revelation of them finally connecting. Her words were soft, but clearly earnest. Something told Juice that this was something to remember, the kind of thing she’d think about in the dark moments when she felt like no one was there, the moments where her feelings were suffocating.

“Same for you, Lemon. I’ll happily keep you company any time I can.” Watching her face grow even happier, smile winding into a grin and her eyes crinkling it happiness, Juice felt an unfamiliar rush. Something flowed through her and she finally felt at peace. Something was changing, she was okay with that. She had hope, an optimistic thought that Lemon was there to stay, she would do everything to see her as happy as in that moment.

#lemonjuice #lemon x juice #priyanka love #tynomi banks #juice boxx #lemon gives you life #lemongivesyoulife #ilona verley #prinomi #priyanka x tynomi #glass wings fic #fantasy au

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leecravesdeath · 4 years

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canada’s drag race as among us

Anastarzia (red)

BOA (lime)

Ilona (cyan)

Jimbo (black)

Juice Boxx (pink)

Kiara (white)

Kyne (blue)

Lemon (yellow)

Priyanka (orange)

Rita (green)

Scarlett (purple)

Tynomi (brown)

#among us #rpdr #cdr #canadas drag race #idk what this is #these are my opinions so don't get mad #there is no logic behind any of these #among us chat posts

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ilcnv · 4 years

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“You know, if you and I had entered the room at the same time, someone might have thought that we were dressed up as the Swedish flag,” Ilona chuckled as she sat next to princess dressed in the monochrome gown. “You the blue and I the yellow. Now, what’s your actual name, otherwise I’ll end up calling you blue... or teal as it is more accurate.” [ @highnessaisling ]

#[ aisling uí brúin ai ]#[ aislinf uí brúin ai 001 ]

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strikingjann · 5 years

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get to know me tag!

i was tagged by @ronansblue ty chance :D

i tag @katnisseerdeen @jvncys @finnickodar

name: roksana

nicknames: roks, roksa

gender: female

zodiac: leo

height: 170 cm/5′7

time: 6 am

favourite musicians: arctic monkeys, lana del rey, imagine dragons, twenty one pilots, julia marcell

song stuck in my head: Anne-Marie David — Tu te reconnaîtras

last thing i googled: lastfm

last movie i saw: Clueless

last song i listened to: Kaizers Orchestra - Hjerteknuser

other blogs: none

do i get asks: sometimes

why did i choose my username: daisy ridley and john boyega called themselves peanuts so there is that :D Also it works without context to people who didn’t know the context

following: 364

amount of sleep i get: from like 6 - 10, i never count

lucky numbers: 60

what i’m wearing: red top, shorts

dream job: writer, interior designer, dubbing actor for some reason

dream trips: uk, us, portugal, japan, norway

favourite foods: pizza, salads, chocolate,

instruments: none

favourite songs: do i wanna know? by arctic monkeys is ultimate fave, and besides i like superman by julia marcell for its mysterious vibe, and songs like radioactive (imagine dragons), bohemian rhapsody (queen), africa (toto) etc (too long to mention all)

relationship status: taken (for my shock)

favourite colours: blue, light purple, yellow,

three books:

Does It Fart? - Nick Caruso, Dani Rabaiotti (it’s hillarious :D)

The Foxhole Court - Nora Sakavic

Heir To The Empire - Timothy Zahn (since read it recently :D)

three tv shows:

stranger things

the hour

teen wolf

book i’m reading now: magic bleeds by ilona andrews

how many blankets do you sleep in: none

anything i want: a trip to portugal, accantus concert ticket,

#answered #about me

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thevikingwoman · 6 years

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Tagged by the lovely @empresstress13, thank you!

Name: Call me Viking :)

Nickname: None really

Height: 5′3″? 162cm

Nationality: Danish and American

Favorite Fruit: Raspberries & blueberries

Favorite Season: Spring! And sometimes autumn

Favorite Smell: newly cut grass, ‘deep/dark’ berry/amber?, what ever male scents are in my husbands deodorant

Favorite Color: green & purple

Favorite Animal: cats, horses, otters, tropical fish in general

Tea, Coffee, Hot Cocoa: I will take all!

Average hours of sleep: About 6 hours

Dogs or Cats: cats

Dream Trip: I want to see the whole world, but right now South Africa, Japan, Korea. and always - space.

When my blog was created: Summer 2016

# of followers: I prefer not too say. More than I expected.

Random Fact: About me? I generally don’t like herbal teas except chamomile. and I especially don’t like mint in tea - I love mint in food (and alcoholic drinks) but not in tea. In general? One of the best preserved bronze age finds in Denmark is the buried body of a young woman (16-18 years old) .She was buried in 1370 BC, and her burial was very well preserved, including her clothes and bronze adornments. The interesting part is that they have done strontium testing and determine she was not born anywhere close, but somewhere in Germany. It is interesting to me that bronze age people had that much mobility.

Favorite Food: panang curry, steak & french fries

Favorite TV Show: Buffy

Favorite Movie: The 5th Element

Favorite Vine: I don’t have one

Sexuality: Probably bi? I have been married to my husband a very long time, and I tend to be romantically and sexually attracted to men, but I do feel attraction to women/non-men? who knows? I am very monogamous so its a bit theoretical.

Gender: Female

Favorite Book Series: Lord of the Rings and right now Ilona Andrew’s Kate Daniels series.

Favorite Video Games: Dragon Age Inquisition, Assassins Creed Origins, Civilization, Diablo 2, Warcraft 3, Pharaoh

Favorite Subject: Uh, I guess Math when I was in school? maybe Chemistry in High School? probably parallel programming at uni.

Favorite Fandoms: I’m only really in the dragon age fandom, so you’re my fave!

Favorite Superhero: I mostly have superhero watched movies, so MCU Thor or Iron Man and X-men Wolverine. Though I really want to say Shuri!

Guys or Girls: In which sense? I like hanging out with people of all genders.

Celebrity Crush: I don’t get crushes easily on people I don’t know, I rarely get purely physical crushes - though the first people that comes to mind for this is Antonio Banderas and Drew Barrymore.

Last Time I Cried: I don’t remember. Probably a few weeks back?

Hair Color: My color is almost faded out, so right now it is dark blonde at the roots and a strange golden/green/mint on the tips. Still contemplating if I should color it this fall or leave it. Thinking of red/orange/yellow sort of fire gradient, but otoh that is a lot of work. Maybe just purple or green again.

Eye Color: Blue

What should I be doing: Working - I’m at the car shop getting my car fixed and I’m on my work computer and should be working.

tagging: @galadrieljones @buttsonthebeach @redinkofshame @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul @ithun @smuttine @liderfin

#about me #meme

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tiddiewonho · 6 years

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here's a whole lot of questions: silk - do you like k-pop? poppy - favorite pastel color? dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face? sunkissed - autumn or spring? buttery - favorite snack? whisper - how much sleep do you get? pencil - do you own a journal? cupcake - are you a good cook? honey - favorite term of endearment? clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams? paper - favorite children’s book? peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

bithchchsadhfkjsdhfkj fuck that so many fucking questions yes feed my love of oversharing to strangers on the internet

silk - do you like k-pop?

…… really?

poppy - favorite pastel color?

blue or yellow!! I wanna dye my hair pastel blue or cotton candy pink at some point

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

Eyes, nose, lips (taeyang is that you) (im sorry) (no im not)

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

autumn is my fave season

buttery - favorite snack?

this is gonna sound like such an innuendo but currently its cucumbers cus my mum has been growing them and she brings loads back from the farm every time she goes and i just love the fresh cronch

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

Currently? like four hours if im lucky. i used to get like six or seven but lol

pencil - do you own a journal?

Used to, not anymore

cupcake - are you a good cook?

I pride myself on being able to cook, i taught myself

honey - favorite term of endearment?

babe is a solid, honey is nice, my mum always called me sweetheart as a kid so that’s one close to my heart and if im being super sappy if a so were to call me “my love” or just love tbh then i would cry

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

I don’t usually have good dreams but a funny one I had was that Ilona was together with Wonho (ikr dont even fucking ask) and it was new years and he told me they broke up and we were at a beach party so he lay down in the shallow part of the beach and just like,,,, sobbed into the ocean whilst ilona got drunk with shownu and jooheon and i just like,,,, lay on him??? to console him??+ shownu was a demon and could turn his head 360 degrees it was wild

paper - favorite children’s book?

Theres one my mum used to read me, i still have it and its about a mouse walking in the forest with his mum and his mum tells him all about the forest creatures and how he should trust people but be wary

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

i have a 800 step routine but the products i swear by are african black soap (the real, crumbly, brown soap not some actually black bullshit), tea tree oil moisturizer, a betonite clay mask with apple cider vinegar and a dead sea mud mask. a few other things are witch hazel, rosehip oil and argan oil!!! also lush’s lip scrubs are a+

#alyaluthientinuviel #answered #ask agme #long post #shut up alex

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seasidecollectibles · 5 years

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1952 Mary's Vacation A Bonnie Goggle Book Illustrated by Ilona Die-Cut Rose Colored Sunglass Lenses in the Cover. 🕶 First Edition. First Printing. Publisher: Samuel Lowe Company, Kenosha, Wisconsin, 1952. A Bonnie Google Book. Book No. 4110:25 Hardcover with yellow, blue, red, green tartan striped paper spine strip with illustrated boards. A Bonnie Book titles list on back. First Edition. First Printing. UNCOMMON Condition: EXCELLENT. Cover has corner bumps and a number writing at the top above the "M" in Mary. Clean and complete with rose colored eyeglasses that are die-cut , peeking through to Mary's bright eyes on the title page. 📌$79 + 🚢 📌✨Claim by commenting "ME" or "MINE". Visit #claimitMINE for our purchase & policy info. DM us here at Instagram with any inquiries. #cheapsunglasses #Antique #1930s #FirstEditionChildrensBooks #Mechanical #MidCentury #claimitmine at @seasidecollectibles #recoveredtreasuresales ref: bk_Bin_DOB_12 https://ift.tt/2HaMSEP

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seduniablog · 5 years

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8 fabulous reasons to rock Iceland on your next vacation

When you think about Iceland, a rational picture of a country with unending sheets of ice, snow and freezing cold is likely. However, this is only partly true and quite an unfair representation of the real treasures of Iceland. The people are warm and welcoming, the land itself is magical in every turn. It is a land of myth and legends, and the diverse landscape from dramatic rocky beaches, impressive mountains, black volcanic deserts, spectacular waterfalls to rugged glaciers. Here are some fab reasons why you should rock Iceland on your next vacation. Read on and get inspired!

written by Ilona Chin

Iceland is the safest country in the world

According to the Global Peace Index, Iceland is the safest country in the world for the 5th time in a row since 2011. Iceland has been number one at the list every single year! Iceland consistently ranks high in those “quality of life” surveys, it’s in the top ten based on the United Nations World Report and top five on the World Database of Happiness.

There is no 'class system' in this peaceful country, some people may be richer than others but they all live side by side and go to the same schools, no army and the lowest ratio of citizens in jail. Iceland is also number one in gender equality. With a comfortable living standard, a strong social safety net and a beautiful environment, it’s no wonder that Icelanders seem content.

One of the best countries to hunt the Northern Lights

Iceland is one of the best places on the planet to witness the Northern Lights. This surreal natural phenomenon paints the night sky in swooshes of dazzling colours. It is a mystical sight to behold. The phenomenon known as Northern Lights or by its technical name Aurora Borealis is a magical phenomenon.

These lights are said to appear when the upper section of the atmosphere is struck by supercharged electrons that generate by the solar wind. With Iceland’s location at the top of the world, the country becomes the best spot to view the full wonder of the Northern Lights. September to April is the perfect time to seek the glory of the Northern Lights in Iceland.

There are countless picturesque Waterfalls

Iceland may be one of the smaller nations in Europe, but it happens to be the location of many of the continent's most spectacular waterfalls. Waterfalls are a standout feature in Iceland and there are plenty of bewitching waterfalls in Iceland. Háifoss is the second largest waterfall in Iceland, and definitely one of the most stunning.

Take in the incredible views of Seljalandsfoss waterfall from the top of the Skógar waterfall located on the Ring Road in South Iceland. Dettifoss is the most powerful waterfall in all of Europe, located on the Jökulsá á Fjöllum river, it’s part of the Diamond Circle. Nature puts on a stunning show here. Capture the essence of the beauty in Iceland with the water cascading majestically over lava rocks and foliage providing a picture-perfect backdrop.

There are numerous hot springs to warm you up

Iceland has more hot springs than any other country on the globe. There are several hot pools in Iceland and its abundant use of geothermal power demonstrates this fact. However, one picturesque pool takes the prize home and has earned international fame, the Blue Lagoon.

The water is geothermal heated and it is warm all year round, Lava rocks with an extra appeal thanks to the endless field of glaciers that taken over years add to the spectacle. Indulge yourself in the hot springs water with a high content of sulfur and silica elements is refreshing and healing to your skin and spirits.

Iceland has abundant ranges of Volcanoes

Situated on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, Iceland is home to over 130 active and inactive volcanoes. The mountains ranges in Landmannalauger are famous for its multihued peaks which made from rhyolite rock result of volcanic activity, you feel like hiking on rainbow-coloured glass made of pink, green, black, brown and purple and yellow colours. It's simply amazing!

Do you ever think of hiking on the glacier of a volcano in Iceland? Hiking on a glacier is definitely among the most unforgettable adventures you can have in Iceland. This unique experience is possible on Sólheimajökull, an outlet glacier of Mýrdalsjökull ice cap and home to the enormous Katla volcano. The volcanic eruptions formed the glacier with ash and crevasses, making the contrasting landscape a perfect Instagrammer spot.

Meet Iceland’s adorable native land mammals

11 per cent of the land in Iceland is covered in glaciers, some have resulted in big icebergs creating a great platform for unique wildlife. The Arctic Fox changes its fur colour according to the season. White in winter, brown in summer.

Speaking of adorable critters, take a look at the cute little puffins. The best places to see puffins in Iceland are Akurey and Lundey Islands near Reykjavík, the Vestmannaeyjar Islands in South Iceland and Dyrhólaey cliffs in South Iceland.

Iceland’s green landscape is dotted with thousands of Shaggy Icelandic horses, no bigger than a large pony, this hardy, stout, spirited native breed is well adapted to its surroundings and has a special skill of being able to cross the rugged rough terrain of Iceland.

The rare phenomenon only happens in Summer

This is another magical phenomenon in Iceland, with a perfect location just under the Arctic Circle giving plenty of sunlight to the land of ice and fire during Summertime. The Sun remains visible nearly 24 hours a day, creating a phenomenon known as the ‘midnight sun.’ These never-ending days can be experienced from May to late August.

During the peak of the summer solstice on 21st June, the Sunsets in the midnight and it rises again before it is 3 am. You can enjoy those additional hours of daylight to party all night long in the Northernmost capital of the world-Reykjavík. The Icelandic capital is the closest to the Arctic Circle, making the city the most accessible location to see the midnight sun.

Unique Lava Black Pepples Beaches

White sandy beaches? Yes, they’re nice. What about a lava black beach in Iceland that has risen from the ashes? Iceland is one of the few countries in the world that boast of some truly unique black pebble beaches, the black sand beach of Reynisfjara on Iceland’s South Coast is one of the most iconic and spectacular beaches in the world.

This black sand beach is a geologist's wet paradise with hosts of incredible rock formations and features. Rising up out of the sand are amazing cliffs formed of basalt columns, known as Gardar. Perhaps the most recognisable feature of Reynisfjara is the huge basalt sea stacks of Reynisdrangar. These are home to a considerable number of seabirds such as fulmars, guillemots and puffins.

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infragalaxia · 7 years

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Tagged by @jarfulofglassanimals. (Thanks a ton for thinking of me, Ilona! I really love this kind of meme, haha.)

🌻 rules: once you have been tagged, you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end, choose 25 people to tag.

🌻 LAST…

1. Drink: mineral water

2. Phone Call: my therapist

3. Text Message: my best friend

4. Song You Listened To: Hamilton. The full musical.

5. Time You Cried: yesterday

🌻 HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated Someone Twice: nope

7. Been Cheated On: thankfully no

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: no

9. Lost someone special: yes :’(

10. Been depressed: I was and still am clinically depressed

11.Gotten drunk and thrown up: no, since I don’t drink alcohol, ever.

🌻 LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS…

12. mint green

13. orange

14. idk, yellow? dark purple? burgundy? I love all colours okay

🌻 IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

15. Made new friends: yes!

16. Fallen out of love: yes

17. Laughed until you cried: yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you: no

19. Met someone who changed you: yes

20. Found out who your true friends are: no, because I already knew that

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

🌻 GENERAL…

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them

23. Do you have any pets: yes! Two baby bunnies named Luna and Hermine. They’re three months old and super cute.

24. Do you want to change your name: nope. I’m rather fond of my name.

25. What did you do for your last birthday: uh, I honestly don’t recall? Last year was kind of a blur in which I didn’t do or enjoy much. Hard to make memories this way. I probably spent some time with my ex and mutual friends, because that’s what I always did for the last three years. Glad that’ll change now, tbh.

26. What time did you wake up today: 8:30

27. What were doing at midnight last night: sleeping

28. Name something you cannot wait for: moving into my new flat!! only a few days left!!

29. When was the last time you saw your mother: in person? new year’s eve. via skype: yesterday

30. What is one thing that you could change about your life: tie between having a fully functional healthy body and going back in time six years to prevent myself from moving out at 16

31. What are you listening to right now: soothing forest noises

32. Have you ever talked to someone named Tom: nope

33. Something that gets on your nerves: my sister not putting away her stuff

34. Most visited website: probably MyNoise.net because I can’t function without noise blockers nowadays

35. Elementary: kinda okay

36. Secondary: mobbing, mobbing and even more mobbing

37. College: working towards being allowed to study

38. Hair colour: dark blonde to light brown? idk it seems to look a different colour every other day

39. Long or short hair: kinda long, though I plan on getting it trimmed to shoulder-length

40. Do you have a crush on someone: yes, sadly so

41. What do you like about yourself: I like to think I’m kind

42. Piercings: no, though I kinda want one

43. Blood type: no idea tbh

44. Nicknames: Ina, Naudiz, Nauzi

45. Relationship Status: single

46. Zodiac sign: virgo

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. fav TV show: of all time: probably Xena: Warrior Princess, recently: Shadowhunters

49. tattoos: no, though I want a space-themed one

50. right or left handed: right

🌻 FIRST…

51. surgery: none yet

52. piercing: don’t have any yet

53. best friend: the daughter of a family friend

54. Sport: handball

55. Vacation: Italy

56. Pair of trainers: no idea

🌻 RIGHT NOW…

57. Eating: liquorice

58. Drinking: mineral water

59. i’m about to: watch Critical Role

60. listening to: still the forest noises

61. waiting for: Thursday, because that’s when I move into my new flat

62. want: nothing tbh

63. get married: no!!!

64. career: it’s a bit embarassing, but I am currently unemployed due to my fragile psyche

🌻 WHICH IS BETTER…

65. hugs or kisses: hugs

66. lips or eyes: eyes

67. shorter or taller: taller all the way! Except for men, then I prefer shorter (due to personal reasons)

68. older or younger: I honestly don’t care as long as the age difference isn’t too big

69. romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous

70. nice arms or nice stomach: no preference

71. sensitive or loud: sensitive

72. hook up or relationship: relationship

73. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

🌻 HAVE YOU EVER…

74. kissed a stranger: no

75. drank hard liquor: no

76. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes

77. turned someone down: yes

78. sex on first date: no

79. broken someone’s heart: yes

80. had your own heart broken: yes

81. been arrested: no

82. cried when someone died: yes

83. fallen for a friend: yes, more than once

🌻 DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84. yourself: not really, no

85. miracles: no

86. love at first sight: no

87. santa claus: seriously?

88. kiss on the first date: I don’t see what there is to believe in? It sure happens, lol, and that’s okay if it floats your boat. It’s not my cup of tea personally, though.

89. angels: no

🌻 OTHER…

90. current best friend’s name: Nathalie

91. eye colour: some weird mix of green, blue and grey

92. favourite movie: Howl’s Moving Castle

Tagging no one in particular, but feel free to steal this if you want!

#the witch does memes #tag meme #long post #92 facts about me #just realized i wrote mobbing instead of bullying #ooops #my german is showing

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networkingdefinition · 4 years

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Jasmine Quotes

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• A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with a wisteria, and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time, and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another. – Anne Rice

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• Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall and a waiter hustles through a curtain of jasmine to bring a bowl of tortilla soup, steaming with cilantro and lime. Cats stalk lizards among the clay pots around the fountain, doves settle into the flowering vines and coo their prayers, thankful for the existence of lizards. The potted plants silently exhale, outgrowing their clay pots. Like Mexico’s children they stand pinched and patient in last year’s too-small shoes. – Barbara Kingsolver • Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars. – Paullina Simons • Now hoppin’-john was F. Jasmine’s very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before her nose when she was in her coffin, to make certain there was no mistake; for if a breath of life was left in her, she would sit up and eat, but if she smelled the hopping-john, and did not stir, then they could just nail down the coffin and be certain she was truly dead. – Carson McCullers • Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons. – Henry Timrod • Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a night of sensual pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings. – C.P. Cavafy • Sandalwood, tagara, lotus, jasmine – the fragrance of virtue is unrivalled by such kinds of perfume. – Gautama Buddha • Somebody comes to your house. You know they’re coming, so it’s not a surprise. And they give you an envelope that has your scenes in it. And they sit in the car outside for a half an hour while you read your scenes, then they ring your doorbell and you give your scenes back. Then you shoot the movie a few weeks later or something. The next time you see your scenes is the night before you start shooting. I never read the script [Blue Jasmine], so I didn’t really know what it was about. – Alden Ehrenreich • The secret weapon is cucumber.’ Solange sat all the way up. ‘Jasmine, cover your ears.’ MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing. ‘Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.’ ‘MY mind is just fine, thank you. It’s MaryAnn’s I’m concerned about.’ ‘You put them on your eyes,’ MaryAnn said, laughing even harder. – Christine Feehan • The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath. – Janet Fitch • The surrealist thinks he has outstripped the whole of literary history when he has written (here a word that there is no need to write) where others have written “jasmines, swans and fauns.” But what he has really done has been simply to bring to light another form of rhetoric which hitherto lay hidden in the latrines. – Jose Ortega y Gasset • The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. “In return for the odor of my jasmine, I’d like all the odor of your roses.” “I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead.” “Well then, I’ll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.” the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: “What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you? – Antonio Machado • This dress makes me look fat,” I told Jasmine as we stood near the back of the crowd and watched the last minute preperations fall into place. She glanced over at me and my efforts to rearrange the folds of my long, gauzy dress. “Your pregnant,” she stated. “Everything’s supposed to make you look fat.” I Scowled. “I think the correct reponse was ‘No it doesn’t. – Richelle Mead • To really love Joan Didion—to have been blown over by things like the smell of jasmine and the packing list she kept by her suitcase—you have to be female. – Caitlin Flanagan • True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds – a handful of stars tossed into the night sky. – Jim Bishop • We spent the first night of our honeymoon in a country hotel, with Tudor architecture oak beams, and floors which sloped, of the Queen-Elizabeth-Slept-Here variety. There were old tennis-courts – the Tudor kind where Henry VIII was said to have played; and gardens filled with winter heather, jasmine and yellow chrysanthemums. […] So that first night together was spent in the ancient bedroom with the tiny leaded paned windows, through which shafts of moonlight touched the room with a dreamlike radiance […] – Jean Plaidy • We went to the door and I let Asha in. I expected an uberawkward moment when he and Vayl met. But Asha took care of that problem right away. “So you belong to Jasmine,” he said in his melancholy voice. It somehow delivered Vayl his deepest condolences without bearing a trace of malice toward me. – Jennifer Rardin • We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer Garden, where we are forever young. – Paullina Simons • Whether I’m making a recipe or a piece of jewelry or a white-rose-and-jasmine tea or the perfume, I like to think of myself as a happy little sorceress, and if I could just have a little general store with all that stuff and give people a sense of my taste, that would be lovely. – Padma Lakshmi

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 7 (Lemon x Life) - Mermelada

A/N: And she’s back, back, back again! I hope you all enjoy this one! Friendly reminder to drink in moderation and socially distance <3 tw for drugs and alcohol in this one, as always, I love all the feedback I’ve been getting! Thank you all, big kisses!

Saturday rolled around quicker than Lemon had expected, and she had a dilemma: Jan had a fancy dinner with her boyfriend’s parents; Jackie was still studying in New York; and Brooke Lynn was performing in Giselle every night for the next ten days. But she was so keen to go to Scarlett’s party - and not be stood alone like an awkward, well, lemon - that she had done something that was probably very, very silly.

“So let me get this straight, you want me, a girl you hooked up with once on Tinder, to come with you to a party you were invited to by another girl from Tinder, and help you get laid?”

When she put it like that, it did actually seem very weird. “Well, not necessarily the last part, but yeah, it’s just a party, right? It’ll be fun!”

Kyne sipped her fruity cocktail, brow furrowed, not letting Lemon see any of her current thought process. The blonde’s eyes darted around the bar, smoothing her yellow skater dress along her thighs, as she thought of Plan E should the brunette say no. But on the plus side, she contemplated, trying to convince herself that her plan wasn’t completely doomed to failure, she did agree to come and meet me at short notice. And we’ve been chatting pretty regularly, so we can totally be friends, right? Her inner monologue was cut short when Kyne finally spoke up.

“And there’ll be booze and lesbians, you say?”

“Yes, Kyne, I can guarantee you will be surrounded by booze and lesbians.”

The click of her high heels echoed through the bar as she jumped off her stool, grabbing her coat. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

***

Walking arm in arm as they navigated an unknown neighbourhood, the pair were able to laugh and chat like regular friends. Clearly having learned from her previous missteps, Kyne even appeared to be taking an interest in Lemon, asking about her life - she was even excited to find out about Lemon’s new job.

“Okay, okay, one thing I have actually been dying to know… is Lemon REALLY your name?? Like do your parents love fruit or something?”

Lemon turned and deadpanned her answer. “Yeah, I have a brother called Lime.”

She could see the cogs turning inside Kyne’s brain as her mouth rounded in a confused “oh”, but she could only keep her serious façade in place for a few seconds before she snorted into an easy grin.

“You bitch! You really had me thinking you were part of some fruit cult! So what’s your real name then?”

“Do you promise not to laugh?” pouted Lemon, shifting her eyes to the girl beside her.

“I promise nothing, but I’ll try my best.”

“Luisa.”

“That’s really pretty! Why would I laugh at that? But even bigger question now, where the fuck did Lemon come from?!” Kyne all but screamed as they turned the corner onto Scarlett’s street, the pair looking at every door to find the correct apartment block. Their plastic bag of recently-purchased alcohol and snacks (and a red velvet cupcake for Scarlett, it was her birthday, after all) swayed between them as they zig-zagged down the pavement, trying not to trip over the uneven surface in their heels. Lemon was so focussed on finding number 143 that she almost forgot to answer, until she felt Kyne’s elbow on her bicep.

“Oh, I don’t even know, I guess I loved yellow as a kid? Plus I’ve always been sour as hell.”

Looking up, they caught a glimpse of a girl with light-blue hair hanging out of a window, smoking, who noticed Lemon and Kyne approach the front door immediately. She tilted her head to the side and shouted loudly, seemingly at nobody. “Sissy! Whores at the door for you!”

Looking between each other, both panicking that they’d made a huge mistake, the girls stood on the front step, trying to ignore the glare of the girl above them.

“I’m scared, she’s mean,” mouthed Kyne, causing Lemon to reach out and hold the younger girl’s hand, also as an attempt to calm her own racing pulse. Before they could do anything else, the intercom crackled and buzzed, the door shifting slightly as it unlocked. Biting her lip, Lemon led the brunette inside, never letting go of her hand. The smell of weed radiated around the stairwell, the dull thud of a dancey bassline penetrating the concrete walls. Slowly, they climbed the stairs up to the third floor.

“Do you smoke?” Lemon asked, dying to break the silence and put the younger girl - but mainly herself - at ease.

“Sometimes”, she hesitated, tucking a strand of her wavy chestnut-coloured hair behind her ear. “You?”

“Sometimes.”

They eventually reached the source of the music, where a girl Lemon recognised as Scarlett stood at the open door, already clearly hammered.

“Oh my god, you must be Lemon!!!” she screamed, immediately engulfing her into a tight hug. She was a good couple of inches shorter than Lemon, but she was very, very strong. Scarlett smelled of a combination of weed and flowery perfume, and Lemon couldn’t help but notice how her tattooed biceps flexed as she gripped her. “You are even more beautiful in person, oh fuck, sorry, thank you so much for coming!” Finally letting go, she placed her hands on Kyne’s shoulders, staring deeply into her eyes like she was reading a sign. “Is this your friend? She’s gorgeous too, it’s not fucking fair!”

As if a switch had been flipped, Kyne was suddenly oozing fearless confidence, her demeanor reminiscent of the first time Lemon had met her. “Hi, yes, I’m Kyne, and I fucked her first.”

Lemon’s jaw hit the floor as Kyne smirked, before being enveloped in Scarlett’s arms. The birthday girl laughed like it was the funniest thing she had ever heard, her hands wrapped tightly around the Filipina’s waist. “Oh my god! You are so funny, I love you! Welcome, welcome!” Taking a step to the side, Lemon produced the cupcake in its paper container from their shopping bag.

“Happy Birthday, girl!”

Scarlett’s eyes suddenly became glassy, and she put an arm around each of the other girls as her bottom lip trembled. “Ladies… this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me today, you are both angels!” Lemon tried to hold the small cake aloft to avoid squashing it any more, meanwhile Kyne appeared to be biting her lip in a vain attempt to not laugh. Scarlett, however, showed no signs of stopping her emotional tirade. “My own girlfriend didn’t get me a cake! I mean she baked some edibles for tonight, but it’s just not the same, y’know? This really means something, so thank you so much.”

A cough at the door interrupted the moment, and from the corner of her eye, Lemon saw the blue-haired girl from the window earlier, quickly realising that she recognised her from her heart tattoo under her eye. Ilona.

“Sorry to interrupt, babies, but we should take this inside. Scar, our neighbours don’t need to hear this again.” She spoke curtly, and despite the smile plastered on her face, it was obvious to everyone how she was really feeling. She was mad.

As Lemon and Kyne detangled themselves, edging towards the entrance, Scarlett spoke up again, sounding much less merry than before.

“Oh I’m sorry, sissy! Fuck my feelings, eh? Come on, ladies, let’s go party!” And with that, the remaining three girls could only watch the short blonde hair of the birthday girl bounce through the front door, leaving them in an awkward stalemate. Luckily, Kyne spoke up first, addressing the burning question that Lemon wasn’t brave enough to mention.

“So are you two, like, a thing?”

Ilona’s face had completely changed, her vulnerability now evident through her knitted eyebrows. She sighed heavily, ushering the others inside. “Yep, one wonderful year of this,” she muttered as she gesticulated wildly into the air, closing the door behind her and all but stomping down the dimly lit hallway. “Leave your shoes and jackets here, smoke out the window, and don’t have sex on my bed.”

This was definitely a bonding moment for Lemon and Kyne, the two giggling quietly at each other as they slid off their shoes, leaving them in the messy pile which had been erected by the door. Lemon felt Kyne’s warm hand brush against hers, so she took the hint and interlaced their fingers again. They smirked at each other, knowing that tonight would be interesting, no matter what happened. As they heard Scarlett’s strained voice shouting at her girlfriend from the room at the end of the hall, they padded along the wooden flooring, ready to see where the night took them.

***

“Hey! Kyne! Watch this!”

With slightly dilated brown eyes and a vacant smile focussing on her, Lemon slid her legs along the carpet, straight into the splits. She posed, grinning, with a ‘ta-da!’

“Wooooo! Go Lemon!! She’s a dance teacher, people!” screeched Kyne over the music, running over to Lemon with a bottle of Fireball. Both girls took a generous swig, laughing as the brunette took the blonde by the hands and attempted to drag her across the floor, legs still splayed. The party, so far, had indeed been interesting. Scarlett had disappeared shortly after they had arrived, so Ilona had joined them on the couch with a bottle of expensive-looking vodka and a plate of pot brownies. Lemon and Kyne had half-heartedly listened as she cried about nothing they knew anything about; then Kyne had cried about how she had started to develop feelings for her roommate, but how she was too scared to ever say anything; which left Lemon sat in the middle with her arms around them both, stroking their hair, waiting for their temporary downer to end. As quickly as it had started, they had both perked up again, and pulled Lemon onto the makeshift dancefloor, the alcohol in her system making her brave enough to pull out all her tricks. The blonde couldn’t help but notice that the unlikely pair were getting on rather well, Ilona’s hand never far away from any exposed part of Kyne. As she stood upright again, shaking off the strain in her groin muscles, she stood and hazily watched as both girls slid into the hallway, taking the bottle of orange alcohol with them. As Lemon pondered her next move, a voice from above knocked her out of her daze, with strong arms guiding her toward the kitchen. For the second time that night, Lemon couldn’t help but feel she recognised the dark-skinned woman. She wore her hair in two long boxer braids which swung down her back, her plum lips turned up in a smile.

“Come play with me, we’re doing gin pong!”

Lemon let the woman’s velvet voice encompass her, when her brain finally connected the dots.

“Tynomi?!”

The woman in the denim playsuit looked startled as she looked Lemon up and down, before having her own moment of realisation. “Ah, lesbian Tinder? Nice to meet you…?”

“Lemon! I’m Lemon!”

“Lemon, it’s a pleasure! I’m afraid I haven’t found you yet, otherwise I’d know you better by now.” She winked as she sashayed through the beaded curtain which separated the kitchen from the living room, Lemon following her like a puppy would its mother. She readily took the plastic cup Tynomi offered her, filling it with a potent-looking mixture of rum and ginger beer. “I don’t spend as much time in Toronto as I’d like, sadly, which means so many lovely ladies fly under my radar.”

Trying to hide her wince as she sipped the strong drink, she leaned towards Tynomi, who was busy preparing a drink for herself with at least six different types of alcohol in it. “That’s a shame, do you live out of town?”

“No, no, I live two blocks away actually! But I’m a flight attendant, so it’s hard to keep something serious going, you know?” She raised her glass to toast with Lemon, both women holding eye contact as they sipped. Before Lemon had the chance to ask any of the hundreds of questions running through her mind, Tynomi had already turned to the long table with cups set up at both ends, grabbing hold of a ping-pong ball. “Anyway, shall I start?”

***

Lemon had lost all concept of time and space by the time Scarlett reappeared, her pixie cut looking ruffled as if she’d just rolled out of bed - which, to be fair, she probably had - jumping around the kitchen excitedly, attempting to drum up support for going to a club. Looking around the packed room, there was no sign anywhere of Kyne or Ilona, and after three attempts she managed to unlock her phone to see if the younger girl had messaged. Thankfully, she had.

[22:04] Leeeeeedmon im ginna sleeo here tonight with alina hopw u get bsck ssfe txtx me luv u bye xxzzxxxxxxzx

Despite not fully understanding what she was attempting to read, she decided that Kyne was fine. Why not go out with Scarlett? She found the blonde back in the kitchen, chatting to Tynomi, when she wrapped her arms around them both. “Let’s go out out! You’re both, like, so cool, I wanna dance!” And in a blur, Lemon found herself being whisked into the back seat a taxi between the other two girls, singing along to Alanis Morisette at the top of her lungs.

How the bouncers at the front door decided they were fit enough to be let in, Lemon will never know. But here she was, jostling through the crowds, ready to order some more drinks with money she didn’t necessarily have, but she didn’t care right now. Tynomi and Scarlett had decided to stay outside for a cigarette break, but she had assured them that she was absolutely fine. Completely fine. She heard a sudden thud, and as she bent down to search for her dropped phone on the dark floor, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Lemon?”

“OH MY GOD! RITA!!!!!!!” Grabbing the slippery device and clumsily skipping towards the area where Rita was standing with another woman - whose giant boobs were the only things Lemon could actually focus on - she threw herself head first into the Québécoise, not noticing the death stare she was receiving from the ashy blonde beside her.

“Who are you here with, mon chou? Are you okay?”

“We were at a party! I’m not sure where they’ve all gone, but oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here! I’m so drunk! Let’s go dance!”

Rita and her companion exchanged a worried glance, and both helped Lemon balance as she wobbled between them. “Lemon, this is my friend from work, Jimbo. Jimbo, this is my friend, Lemon.”

Despite the alcohol coursing through her system, Lemon still picked up on the way Rita’s mouth ever so slightly twisted into a smile as she looked over at her friend, or the way she maintained wide eye contact with her afterwards, wordlessly begging the drunk girl not to embarrass her or do anything stupid. She put everything together and realised that this was the woman Rita liked. But as she twisted in her seat to shake the other doctor’s hand, she was once again interrupted by a voice from behind her.

“Rita? Is that you?”

Tynomi approached the group, somehow still walking like a runway model, with her arms open wide. Rita immediately found herself enveloped in Tynomi’s embrace, the dark-skinned woman planting kisses on both of her cheeks. She held tightly onto Rita’s upper arms, looking each other deeply in the eye, leaving Lemon and Jimbo to feel like they were spying on an intimate moment. “Rita, you look amazing! How are you doing?”

“Oh, you know, the same really! How are you? It’s great to see you again!”

The tension hung thickly in the air as Rita and Tynomi chatted, not even Scarlett’s alcohol-fuelled attempts at speaking French could dissipate it. And as Lemon squinted her eyes to the tall girl beside her, a stiff arm around her waist still holding her upright, she noticed the angry scowl now painted on her face while she watched the others. Lemon may be completely and utterly wasted, but she knew that look well - she wasn’t lying when she said she was always bitter - and felt obliged to do something. After all, Rita had just helped her get a job.

“Jimbo, wanna come smoke outside with me?”

The blonde glared at her for a second, before letting go and walking straight towards the door, leaving Lemon to trot after her. She found her again standing against the front wall of the building, arms folded, lips still pouted like a child who didn’t get their way.

“You like her, don’t you?”

Jimbo slid her back down the wall until she was crouching, allowing Lemon to sit beside her, no doubt getting her yellow dress covered in dirt and who knows what else. Jimbo groaned as she threw her head into her hands. “I can’t help it. It’s Rita, you know, she’s wonderful. But she goes for people like you and those girls inside, not some ugly, big-titted whore like me. I’m such an idiot, bad Jimbo!”

All too familiar with this narrative and in no mood to let the party mood be dampened, Lemon grabbed both of Jimbo’s hands, rubbing them softly with her thumbs, but it wasn’t enough to stop the tears falling from the other woman’s eyes. “Hey, no you’re not! You’re amazing! Rita definitely likes you too!”

But unfortunately, that only made her cry even more. “You don’t even know me! Why are you being nice to me? Who even are you?” Lemon continued holding her hands, shuffling closer so they could share body heat in the cool autumn air. Normally, when she was sober, she was pretty terrible at dealing with emotional people, but now she was feeling like a qualified therapist. How could it possibly go wrong?

“Look,” she began, moving her arm to around Jimbo’s shoulders, the other blonde leaning into the touch as she sobbed into Lemon’s chest. “I don’t know Rita as well as you obviously do, but I do know a lot of deep shit about her, right?” Stroking the long, blonde hair in front of her, she thought of how to best articulate her plan. “By the way, do you speak French?”

“I mean, enough to understand when she talks to herself in the office when she thinks no one else is there? Oh fuck that sounds so creepy, she hates me!” Jimbo was shaking with tears now, leaving black mascara marks on the front of Lemon’s dress. But that was a problem for future Lemon.

“Well, she turned me down a few days ago. Apparently I’m not her type. She said she liked someone else, from work, who speaks French with her, who makes her tea and compliments her lipstick, and makes her laugh every day with her silly impressions. Does that sound like anyone you know?” Lemon stopped touching Jimbo’s hair, allowing the voluptuous woman to look up at her, still crying hysterically. For a moment, Lemon almost panicked that she had horribly misread the situation and was speaking to the wrong person entirely.

“I… make…. her… tea…” she managed to stutter through jumpy breaths. Now it was her turn to grab hold of Lemon, squashing her head into her large breasts, Lemon making a mental note to ask later if they were real or not. “She… she always wears amazing lipstick, and I always tell her so,” she hiccuped, wiping her tears on the top of Lemon’s head. “She always laughs when I do my Joan Rivers…” Sitting up, she looked at Lemon in shock, finally appearing to have stopped crying. “Does Rita like me?! You’re lying!”

Lemon repositioned herself again, sliding her legs out in front of her, back to sitting beside Jimbo on the ground. “I’m dead serious, that’s what she told me!” She couldn’t get another word in before she was once again being dragged into a vice-like hug by the older woman.

“Oh my god, I am so fucking glad that work drinks got so messy tonight! Oh my god, what do I do now? Help me, yellow lady!!” Lemon managed to pry herself away, taking a deep breath to make up for all the breathing she’d missed out on.

“What do you mean, you dummy, just tell her!”

“I can’t just tell her! When has that ever worked?!”

“I told one of my friends once and we ended up dating for three years, so I…” Lemon’s words caught at the back of her throat, why did she have to say that? Of all the stupid things her drunk brain could think of, of course it had to be Juice. There was no point in fighting it, she just had to get her emotions out, even if she was a very ugly crier. “I… I loved her so much, Jimbo, why did it have to end?” Her trembling lower lip soon transformed into a loud sob, leaving Jimbo to hold her tight again and clumsily run her hand along her arm.

“Don’t cry, darling, she sounds like a total fucking bitch. Forget about her!”

“She wasn’t though! Why did I break up with her? Oh god, what have I done?”

“No no no no no, don’t cry, you’re gonna make me cry again!”

And so the pair stayed sitting on the dirty concrete at the front of the bar, holding each other and crying for what could have been hours, not noticing any effects of the cold air or damp pavement against their bare arms and legs. They didn’t speak another full sentence to each other, communicating only through grunts and high-pitched wails, much to the amusement and confusion of the other customers milling around outside. Eventually, they felt the presence of somebody else squatting in front of them, the liquorice scent of Rita’s perfume and the grounding feeling of a hand on each of their knees bringing them back into the real world.

“Ohhhh là là, I am not nearly drunk enough for this. Let’s go back inside, ladies, Aunty Scarlett has just bought 100 Jägerbombs and we only have an hour to finish them all.”

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