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mmingooo · 9 months

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again and again ෆ⸒⸒ kim mingyu (김민규)

ෆ⸒⸒ summary: wonwoo just can't seem to get a break from interrupting you and mingyu.

ෆ⸒⸒ genre: fluff, crack, slightly suggestive but nothing too crazy

ෆ⸒⸒ mingyu x gn!reader

ෆ⸒⸒ wc: 696

ෆ⸒⸒ notes: this is sort of a continuation to this fic, but can be read as a stand alone!

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In the bustling chaos of your daily life, tranquility was a rare gem to find. Sleepless nights and early mornings had become all too familiar, and the pressure of meeting strangers' expectations was exhausting. Some days, you yearned for the luxury of simply erasing people's memory of your existence, curling up in bed, listening to music, and, of course, cherishing moments with your god-like boyfriend.

But today was different; today, you could pretend to be just an ordinary person enjoying a peaceful morning. The sun's gentle rays caressed your face, with no alarm or urgent calls to disturb your rest; you woke up naturally.

Beside you, Mingyu lay on his stomach, facing you from just a few inches away. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You couldn't resist running your fingers through his hair, gently scratching as he began to stir awake. His eyes opened, and a lazy smile graced his lips upon seeing you with drowsy eyes.

"Hi," you whispered softly.

"Hi," he replied, turning onto his back to stretch.

Resting your head on his bare chest, he planted a lazy kiss on your hair, making you feel all the more at ease. Several weeks had passed since your accidental encounter with Wonwoo, and ever since that incident, you two have grown closer. Now, visiting Mingyu at his apartment felt more natural and comfortable.

"Did you sleep well?" Mingyu asked, turning to his side, his arm now supporting your head. You nodded in response.

"I had a weird dream though," you noted.

"Oh, really? What was it about?"

As you began relating your bizarre dream, Mingyu playfully showered you with kisses all over your face.

"Er— are you listening?" you chuckled.

"Of course! You were... flying around in space, right?" he teased from the side of your neck.

You snorted, "What? Did you hear anything I said?"

He pulled away and looked at your face, trying to detect any hint of annoyance, but all he found was amusement. He smiled back at you, "Not really. You just look really kissable this morning."

"Thank you?" you giggled.

"You're very welcome."

You shook your head and pecked his lips, intending for a chaste kiss, but Mingyu had different plans as he passionately kissed you. The kiss deepened, and he laid you on your back, gently moving the covers to allow more breathing space. His hands started exploring your body, and you reciprocated, your breathing becoming more intense as the desire for each other grew.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there stood Wonwoo, the perpetual interrupter of your and Mingyu's intimate moments.

"Hey, Gyu, is this toothbrush yours or mine?" he started, then abruptly stopped upon seeing the scene before him. "Oh!" he exclaimed, covering his eyes with his forearm.

Mingyu quickly brought the covers back up, though nothing had been exposed. You felt your cheeks flush as you scrambled down under the covers.

"We're not—like—doing anything weird," Mingyu stammered, and you playfully slapped his arm. Why did he have to say that?

"I mean... anyway, what can I do for you?" Mingyu tried to regain composure.

"Uh, I was just wondering which toothbrush was yours. I got one of the same color, and now I don't know which one is mine."

"I think mine has a line on the sides with a slightly lighter color."

"Ah, alright then. Thank you, goodbye," Wonwoo said, exiting the room, pausing briefly before shutting the door to bid, "Goodbye, Y/N!"

"Bye..." you responded weakly, too embarrassed to say goodbye properly.

When you two were alone again, you scrambled back up, and Mingyu uncovered you.

"I think I might actually move to another country and ghost everyone," you said, bringing your hands to cover your reddening face.

"Even me?" Mingyu pouted.

You gently placed a hand on his cheek, "I'm sorry, life is unfair sometimes."

He smirked smugly, "You can't live without me. You would never ghost me."

You sighed, realizing he was right. You couldn't argue with that, and maybe you didn't want to. With Mingyu by your side, life's chaos felt a little more manageable, and you wouldn't trade that for anything else.

#✰ — seventeen !#✰ — mingyu !#seventeen #seventeen fic #seventeen mingyu #svt x reader #svt x you #seventeen x you #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #mingyu fic

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coffe-book-club · 4 months

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i love you so 𓍢ִ໋🍂₊˚୨୧⋆｡

info: toxic tom kaulitz x sweet fem! reader

disclaimers: toxic relationship, bullying, mention of anal sex and blood, love bombing, handling, emotional dependence. remember... in this one-shot i'm absolutely not saying that tom kaulitz is a bad person, this is a figment of my imagination.

a month has passed. at first tom he seemed like the sweetest and most loving guy ever, he always wanted to carry my backpack, he always wanted to go to my favorite coffee shop, to get beagles with avocado and scrambled egg inside. always showed up at my door with a bouquet of beautiful flowers, to then prepare a dessert and then cuddle on the sofa watching gilmore girls, or simply spending the afternoon making love. write me love letters... in short he seemed like the perfect guy. but when we decided to let me get engaged again... he became the toxic and bad guy he always was again, as if he had transformed.

i wanted to give tom one more chance, because i still loved him. but he hasn't changed at all and will destroy everything that i build in this month. he made me believe that he was sweet and loving, while he was just manipulating and brainwashing me to have power over me again. my biggest mistake was to believe that he could really change.

he made me believe that he loved me, so that i would fall for him again. and this is the ultimate proof that he will never change. every time i give him a chance, he will break my heart once again.

i have always worked very hard at school, always taking a lot of notes during lessons and studying a lot at home and doing the homework assigned by the teachers. wanting to go to a good university, always getting the highest grades in the class, the professors and the dean always rewarded me in some way. but the only thing that has always mattered to me is making my parents proud and every time I show them my tests or go to parent and teacher interviews, they always come home with a twinkle in the eyes.

i work very hard in order to achieve my dream of studying at the best university in the country. i want to be able to make my parents proud too. and as my grades are among the highest of my class, my parents support me with everything. they want their daughter to be successful and also see how hard i work for it. i spend long hours, learning at home on my own, just to be successful because i know that it will make my parents proud. i want to achieve this dream of mine, at all costs, even if it means sacrificing much of my time and life.

after a long session of angry sex, where tom put me in every possible and imaginable position and with as many sex toys. now i'm lying on my stomach, with my legs still shaking. while tom is lying on his back, smoking a joint. while we are still naked, while with his free hand he continues to spank me. i observe his well-defined body. his beautiful face and his chest, his big cock, still perfectly hard and erect... “uhm... i feel so so good and satisfied. but i didn't even think that anal sex would hurt so much the first time”

“shut up! you are disgusting and no one cares about what you want or what you feel, fuck” i'm still lying on my stomach and tom is lying next to me. the bed is covered in my blood and sweat, and i can feel how much of an absolute failure i am. he looks at me with disgust and i remember the feelings i had only a few hours ago. i feel so ashamed of myself.

i feel a shooting pain in my chest, at the height of my poor heart. now too broken. numerous tears form on my eyes at his mean and cruel words.

i turn my face away, so i can watch the gray sky, from my window next to my bed. my sheets are slightly stained with blood and cum. afterwards i will have to wash them well by hand and then put them in the washing machine. “i'm so sorry”

“you should be sorry. you are the worst mistake of my life!” he still looks at me with disgust. he doesn't care that my heart is broken and that i feel so bad right now. he doesn't care that he completely destroyed me again, without any reason at all. he doesn't care about me or my feelings, he never has and never will. “you really thought i loved you and changed? you can only disappoint me” he says to me in a hateful way.

“but... but it's you who have returned to me, not i to you” my long hair falls on my white sheets with little blue flowers, while tears roll down my chubby cheeks slightly red from the long sex session. the sadness persists in my poor heart, now too broken and destroyed. from the person with whom i'm unfortunately still madly in love.

he chuckles in a cold way and shakes his head slightly. “tou always believed every word i said and believed in every lie that i told you. you always went back to me. it wasn't me who returned to you” he smiles at me, but his smile turns into a cold and hateful expression when he says the following words.

“i could never love you, you useless hoe” he just wanted to break me, to get me back to him, so he could destroy my self-esteem and confidence once again. i close my eyes, letting my salty tears roll down my cheeks, not saying a single word. i had given him my heart right away. i had given him all my love and sweetness, thinking that he could love me too. but i was wrong. i close my eyes and the tears continue to roll down my cheeks. i'm so sad right now and i feel so broken. he doesn't care at all what he's saying and how he's hurting me. “you are useless, you can't do a single thing! you are not good for anything at all”

the words hurt me deeply. and i think about how i always tried to make him happy, but it was never enough for him. i sniffle, then get out of bed and sit down with difficulty. my butt hurts really bad, but the pain in my heart almost makes me forget the pain of the long anal sex session. i bring my hands closer to my cheeks, to try to dry them. under her expectant gaze and his cold heart.

“you are so stupid! you have wasted everything i have said to you. and that little brain of yours will never be able to change. you are a stupid ho and will always be one” he says to me, his expression not showing a single emotion. i hear his cruel words, which only break my heart more. i still remember how he said he loved me and now i feel so stupid, because i believe his words again. i didn't learn a thing from the last months.

i look down, observing my sheet where in some places it is stained with blood and others with cum. saying nothing, remaining silent and heartbroken. all my attempts to make him happy and loved always went up in smoke. my treatments have never been of any use, as well as my love for him.

he smiles at me again and kisses my forehead, while my tears roll down my cheeks and my butt hurts so badly that i can't even stay still anymore. “it's always your fault. you are the reason for all the bad things that happen to you” he strokes my hair gently and still gives him that loving look. my biggest mistake was to give him another chance. “i only wanted the best for you, but you always ruined everything...” he says to me, with such a calm and loving tone in his voice. he kisses my forehead softly, stroking my hair. trying to manipulate me further, trying to make me believe that it's only my fault. “i'm... i'm so sorry”

i answer him with a trembling and extremely sad voice, continuing to look at my sheets, which until a few hours ago were clean and fragrant. i just want him to hold me in his arms, kissing my head, caressing me with love. telling me that everything is fine and that he apologizes for his mean words and for breaking my heart. but i know that will never happen and that i will always have to apologize.

“oh, my lovely sweetheart...” he strokes my hair again and then caresses my face gently, while he looks into my eyes. “i'm so sorry, that i said the things i just said to you. i shouldn't have. you are the sweetest, most caring and loving person i have ever met. i don't deserve someone like you...” he tries to manipulate me once again. and it works perfectly. “please forgive me, my sweet angel” i move closer to his warm body, resting my cheek on his shoulder. wrapping my arms around his waist, sobbing over and over again. knowing deep in my heart, everything he's telling me, he doesn't mean it.

now i'm back where i always end up when i'm with him. i'm broken and i cry and he comforts me. he gives me the love and affection i so desperately need right now, but which he will take away from me again within a few days or a few hours. “shhh, everything will be fine, y/n” he kisses my forehead and strokes my hair gently, while i cry in his arms.

small sobs leave my lips, as tears roll down my cheeks and lightly wet his shoulder. you hold him tighter to my body, seeking that warmth of love that i desperately need. in need of his love, which i will soon no longer receive, because it is a matter of moment. for those few minutes or hours, i can feel loved again. he gives me that affection and that warmth that i crave so much. i'm in each others arms again and nothing could make me happier right now. “how much i love you...” he whispers softly, while i hold onto him even tighter. i know that this feeling i have right now won't last long, but i don't care about that right now. all that matters right now is that i feel happy, loved and appreciated again. i miss him so much and this is the proof that i still love him.

i bring my lips close to his neck, kissing him softly and with love. “i love you so much, my little moon” i speak to him softly, sobbing from time to time, tears still streaming down my face, crying in his arms. “please stop crying, my baby. i don't like seeing you so sad. you don't deserve to be sad...” he looks at me with the sweetest expression imaginable. he strokes my hair again and kisses my cheek, while he tries to convince me that he loves you once again.

“i'm so sorry for my earlier mean comments...” he says to me, smiling in a loving way, while i still cry in his arms...

hii 💌 how are you? these days i'm more at work, than at home or with my friends. in my old profile 'i love you so' there was a mini-fic, so i think i'll publish the other parts here too ☺️ next week i will publish more headcanons, especially on georg listing and gustav schäfer, because they deserve a lot of love too. i apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors, but english is not my native language. xoxo flo.

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #smut #toxic relationship #mini series

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transmurderbug · 20 days

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🐛 Weekly Tag Wednesday! 🐛

Thank you for the tags, Kat @mybrainismelted, Kaka @stocious, Evie @energievie, Comet @spacerockwriting, Nosho @creepkinginc, Jess @jrooc and Alice @spookygingerr! So many people! 🥰💙

Weekly Tag Wednesday - Firsts!

Name: Sky 🪲🪨

Age: Nosho divided by zero.

First Pet? My family's German Shepherd named Döme. The first pet that was mine was a guinea pig. His name was Kormos (smoky/sooty).

First Word? As if my mother remembers 😂 All I know is that my father wanted it to be dezoxiribonukleinsav (DNA, but in Hungarian).

First Celebrity Crush? 🤷

First IRL Crush? One of these days I'll need a scientific rundown of what that's supposed to feel like. I never had one, I guess?

First kiss? Sorry, this one is a skip for me. Blah.

First Car? Issss the one I still have! A 2009 Renault Clio Grandtour. My pookie (yes I am THAT person).

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? A small ass apartment I half lived in with someone.

First time on a plane? A family vacation when I was around... 5. It was fun! I've been totally in love with flying ever since.

First cellphone? A "hand me down" from my mother, an old... Nokia? If I remember correctly. Your typical "you're going to school and coming home on your own, here, in case you need it".

First concert? I don't remember... I'm pretty sure some kind of a rock concert though. I was raised on good music. The first one that I excitedly got tickets for on my own was when I was 15, one of my favorite bands was celebrating a birthday.

First foreign country you visited? I think it was Austria when I was a few months old!

First sport you ever played? Athletics from basically the day I could walk. Nothing specific at first, but I ended up being a good jumper and sprinter later. My true calling was probably discus/javelin/hammer, anything you can throw.

First career aspiration? It was constantly changing, but the focus point was always animals.

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow" That's a tough one... maybe back when I was doing graphics extracurricular in school and we designed some background set for theatre, more specifically for an Oz play. The yellow brick road I worked on turned out pretty cool! I used to write poems too, some weren't too horrid 👀

Tagging, because I'm on time! Voluntary, as always, if you wanna pass, here, have this apple: 🍏 @ian-galagher @transmickey @deathclassic @gallapiech @look-i-love-u @suzy-queued @mickeysgaymom @sam-loves-seb @heymrspatel @dynamic-power @blue-disco-lights @thepupperino @metalheadmickey @transsexual-dandelions @sgtmickeyslaughter @ms-moonlight-inn @palepinkgoat @krysmiss @callivich @rayrayor @francesrose3 @lee-ow aaaand anyone else my scrambled brain is forgetting.

#weekly tag games #tag game #tag game wednesday #and I am on time look at me go!#some of these questions got me 🧐

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brandwhorestarscream · 1 year

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Great, now I want to hear your takes on the other 'Cons as amnesiacs

Wish granted! :D

We'll just start at the top and go down the line:

- Megatron as an amnesiac is reverted back to before the decepticon movement was even conceived. Originally, the civilians and war frames all lived together when Megs was vv small, but very early into his life there was a call for segregation: all of the war frames were delegated to the southern half of the planet, and the civilians were delegated to the north. That was the beginning of the downward spiral of Cybertron.

The southern half was, for lack of a better term, like a third world country. It was rougher around the edges and not as privileged as the north, but it wasn't a bad place to live. It was full of culture, art, music, and the people there weren't wealthy but they had fuel and family and that was enough. Despite that, the northerners had a tendency to spit on them, disparage them, calling them savages and less-thans simply because they were "dogs of war". The majority of the energon mines were in the south, so they were exceptionally important. But things spiralled out of control with massive taxes and more and more oppressive laws. Millions of years passed and the south fell into complete disrepair, cut off from the government, wages at a record low, mecha starving or dying from injury or illness because there was no medical care. Eventually, with the extraction of the All Spark and the discovery that fully-functional adults could be factory made, there were restrictions placed on sparklings, and then they were banned all together. That was the final breaking point for the war frames--the council could call it whatever they wanted, but that's genocide! The civilians had no intentions of ever making more war frames, they were trying to drive them to extinction! It was a hellscape that could crush the spirit out of literally anyone

The amnesiac Megatron I'm imagining is reverted back to a time before the idea of rebellion was ever sparked in his mind. He's exceptionally quiet and introspective. He's used to living every day in an endless, droning cycle: wake up, work a 16 hour shift, drink whatever percentage of fuel he's earned that day, collapse into bed, and repeat. On earth, with all of his memories gone, he has no idea what to do with himself. All he's ever done, for countless years, is work. He has no hobbies, no friends, nothing to occupy his time with. And now, by god, he has all the time in the world.

There's no energon mines on this planet, there's no way for him to get home. He's honestly pretty lost and has no idea what to do with himself. After awhile he does start to come out of his shell, but it's slow going and he still doesn't say much. He's very socially awkward and doesn't know how to really talk to people, a very stark contrast to the hard-earned charisma of his present self. He's weirdly almost sweet, once he gets used to you, and treats everyone like an equal.

- Lugnut is next. He's still got a very loud, boisterous personality, but rather than a one-track Megatron mind, he's just a very noisy, excitable person in general. I hc that Lugnut was an empurata victim, with the one optic and the pincer-like claws? Fight me. He was also either mnemosurgeried or shadowplayed, but the process was interrupted halfway through. There was a decepticon raid on the facility he was being worked on at, and their saving him from having the process completed unfortunately scrambled his processor a bit. Having a delicate neurosurgery interrupted will do that. His screwy codes kinda imprinted on Megatron as his 'savior', aka why he's so obsessive and worships the ground he walks on.

He's never been to an organic planet before, never even been outside of his home city on Cybertron, so earth is a special treat. They don't have mechanimals where he's from, nor any crystal flora, so to be able to witness so many creatures is beyond incredible for him. He likes to imagine what these sorts of flora and fauna would look like back home, and if you think he doesn't pester Bulkhead into painting cybertronian versions of blue jays and squirrels, you're dead wrong

Despite their polar opposite personalities, he actually gets along well with Prowl. Go figure. It's the fellow nature-enthusiast. Granted, yeah, he gets too excited and 10 out of 10 times scares away the critters they're watching, but he's so genuinely enthusiastic It's hard to be mad

- Blitzwing is the one I toiled over the most, honestly. Cuz, before and even during the war, he was a single, unified person. He didn't become a triple changer until Blackarachnia put him under the knife, and that was millions of years after the cons had been exiled. So, this is a toughie

Icy, Hothead, and Random are all still there, first and foremost. Losing memories wouldn't cause them to just vanish. So now, Blitzwing has the added horror of his pre-experimentation self trying to shine through, but is being contrasted by three other people. All four of them are completely lost; they have no recollection of any war, autobots nor decepticons. Original Blitzwing has memories of his home on Cybertron, and it's like he suddenly just woke up to 3 other bots living in his head and taking over his body in sporadic bursts. Meanwhile Icy, Hothead, and Random have no memories of anything. It's like they've been factory reset to day 1

Needless to say, Blitzy is a mess. He feels like he's gone completely crazy, voices he doesn't know constantly ringing out in his head, taking control of his body and puppeting him. He's conscious in there even when the other faces take over, but he can't do anything but watch and listen and feel. He knows exactly what's going on at all times, but it's like he's stuck in the passenger seat. It's awful. Poor guy is plagued with insomnia and debilitating migraines, the type that make it feel like his helm is a nuclear reactor about to reach critical mass, and all he can do is lay completely still in total darkness as the worst pain he's ever felt stabs him in the processor over and over and over again.

He's honestly struggling a lot, mental health wise. Stranded on a planet he doesn't know with a bunch of strangers, having the worst identity crisis in the history of crises, 2 seconds away from a total psychotic breakdown. It's enough to give him... scary thoughts, honestly. Thoughts about drugging or hurting himself, just so he could finally have some peace and feel like a real person again. He needs a lot of help just functioning in his day to day, and should be watched closely. He's in Ratchet's medbay a lot (assuming he ends up like Starscream and is in autobot care), and the old doctor has seen a lot of fucked up shit in his day, but watching this poor kid absolutely decimated, sobbing brokenly and begging for sedation because he literally can't control his body and has been invaded and violated by 3 strangers, really makes his spark ache

#amnesiac starscream au #but now with the other cons!#i had waaay too much fun with this XD so please! ask me more questions about them or send fun musings or anything you want really 💖#megatron #lugnut #blitzwing #this is not beta'd at all so please forgive my fuck ups #insomnia gang

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myuntoldstory · 15 days

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1, 4, 5, 7 , 10, 13, 27!

JAYNE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THANK YOU THANK YOU all of these questions are thought provoking im gonna try to answer as best i can

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1. favourite place in your country?

BICOL

omg. okay so you know i went home last year. part of the itinerary was going back to my dad's province in bicol. and, no joke, the 2 days i spent there literally made me hurt about migrating to australia, and not making an effort to go back often (circumstances about this was always out of my hands, but i don't know, i saw it as a "if there's a will, there's a way" kind of angle), and not remembering as much about the place as i felt i should (again, out of my control like i was super young during the times i went) and everything was beautiful, and peaceful, and genuinely i felt hiraeth.

when i was driving around with my aunt and uncle, we went through the general area of where their old house used to be and it was a place i kind of grew up in, having spent a lot of time there during my younger years. i could not remember anything, which made sense because it's been years, but what really threw me was how normal sized everything was sdlkfjldfskj back when i was younger everything was tall and big and gigantic, but yeah now it's just normal town-sized things. that really threw me off lol.

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

i've always loved puto bumbong??? i dont know what it is about it; i think it's the toppings they add that makes it super delicious. like i know it's "seasonal" but dude if i can eat that all day every day 365 days im sold.

special mention to scramble omfg that shit was bomb when i was a kid. i don't know if that's because it's really good or if i've put the food on a childhood pedestal lmao.

but just kakanin in general and those really rice flour-based snacks in general so love puto, love kutsinta, love biko, all the rice/rice flour-based things.

ALSO SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO RICE JUST WRAPPED IN BANANA LEAVES WITH THE ULAM ON TOP OMFG FOR SOME REASON THAT JUST MAKES EVERYTHING TASTE SUPER GOOD???

im hungry now ffs.

5. favourite song in your native language?

ohhh like bruh opm??? lskdjlksjfljldfs or folk songs?

i genuinely have no real answer with this one lksdfjldsjlk im terrible with favourite music-type questions.

i guess the closest is "ang huling el bimbo" by eraserheads because that song just haunts me whenever i remember it exists dslkfjsdl and it haunts me now and i just came back from watching and singing along to the music video lol 7. three words from your native language that you like the most?

kilig, masiram, tampo 10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

ohhh not in tagalog/filipino.

not necessarily enjoyable, bicolano swears are hardcore because when i hear family say it, it's usually in anger lol. also the fact that most of the swears i've heard refers to genitalia makes it extra vulgar.

like buli/buray, which means kitty (iykyk). 13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

i guess "tabi, tabi po" (excuse me) is one?

so we say that when we venture into places where spirits may be dwelling. i suppose seeing a person very loudly say "tabi, tabi po" while entering a random place may seem strange to outsiders? i remember doing it all the time when i was younger so it was normal to me then, but also still normal to me now.

whether spirits exist or not, i reckon it's always good to show and express respect to any place you enter. 27. favourite national celebrity?

omfg. okay.

well when i was much younger rico yan was a huge crush of mine. favourite national celebrity??? can we still count sandara park dklfjlsdjf like look i was there with the whole nation when she became pambansang krung-krung of the philippines but also they made fun of the poor girl so i was rooting for her. like i watched her in star circle quest with hero and joross and roxanne like, and this is gonna sound weird, they had that vibe of the hp golden trio where you kinda grew up with them BUT NOT REALLY BECAUSE STAR CIRCLE QUEST SEASON 1 WAS IN 2004 AND IT WASNT A WHOLE CINEMATIC/LITERARY SERIES.

#replies #jayne #not from the us ask #sorry for the emotional tmi #but yeah look #this is great im reall happy i did this #thanks jayne! :D

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partypontius · 2 years

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hi em!! i saw you do song prompts and i’ve had two on my mine when it comes to knoxville!! it’s break even by the script and iris by the goo goo dolls :D i thought i’d share these w you bc you said you liked sing prompts!!

find you again - johnny knoxville x reader

a/n: hi, i love you! i also love song fics :D i hope you enjoy this!! <33 also, if you would like a other fic with “breakeven” by the script, just send me another request and I’ll be more than happy to write it!! :)

warnings: kinda sad, kinda angsty, I guess this could kinda be a right person wrong time kinda fic, mentions of sex but nothing too crazy, only proofread once!, and I think that’s it!

**the italicized words are the song lyrics :)

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And I'd give up forever to touch you

A tear rolled down his soft cheek as the morning sun woke him. Scrambled in the white sheets of his hotel room bed, he thought of you. He thought of your eyes, and how beautiful they were. He thought of your hands, and how perfectly they fit inside his. He thought of your presence, and how it lit a flame inside of him.

He wanted so badly to touch you in this moment, but you were not there. You were thousands of miles away in an entirely different country. You were out of reach in every way. All he knew was your name.

Let’s look back for a bit.

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You met Johnny at a premiere for the first Jackass movie. Black tuxedo, black tie, scruffy beard. Everything about him put you in a trance. You didn’t even know the man, but his presence made you feel warm.

He radiated an energy that you had never felt. It was almost as if it had fit perfectly with your own. You weren’t even a fan of the movie or the tv show. Your best friend dragged you to the premiere, and you hesitantly accepted the offer. You didn’t even want to be there, until now.

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

He laid his eyes on you and could hardly look away. The red carpet in front of him and everyone around it disappeared when he first looked at you. Your e/c eyes met his chocolate brown ones, and it felt like you two were the only ones there.

He walked away, but not because he wanted to. He had to keep walking, and had to leave you behind.

Your friend shook you back to reality screaming obscenities about how she swears Johnny was looking at her. She was convinced that she would go back to his hotel room tonight. But she was wrong.

And I don't want to go home right now

Johnny wanted to find you. He so desperately wanted to know your name. He wanted to know you.

Before the movie began, all of the boys stood in the front of the theater and said a few words. The entire time he was standing, his eyes were scanning the room. He was looking for the girl that entranced him. He had a hard time finding you in a room so crowded with people. They were cramped into the theater like sardines.

Just as he was about to sit down, he spotted you. You had been staring at him the whole time, and his eyes met yours. He smiled, and his dimple began to show, causing butterflies to grow in your chest.

And all I can taste is this moment

Your heart fluttered, as you knew he had found you again. What was it about you that he thought was so special? In a room full of people, he found you. You were the one he wanted to find, but why?

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the boys were forced to sit down. Steve-O noticed Johnny’s disinterest in everything that was going on around him.

“Dude, what’s up with you? You’re at the premiere of your movie and it’s like you couldn’t care less. You’re staring into space.”

And all I can breathe is your life

“Her,” is all he could muster out. He breathed in a sharp breath and let it out slowly.

Steve-O was under the impression that Johnny had found his “after the movie fuck buddy”. He thought that Johnny had found the hottest girl in the crowd and would take her back to his hotel room. “Oh, I see. What lucky lady gets them a piece of you tonight?”

Johnny got defensive, which is something he had never done over a girl. “She’s not getting a piece of anything. She’s not a fucking toy, O.” He furrowed his eyebrows in disgust.

And sooner or later, it's over

“Geez, dude, I was just joking. Sorry.” Steve-O put both of his hands up. He knew it was best to not say anything else.

After the movie, the guys stayed back and watched everyone leave. Your friend insisted you stay with her because she wanted to see if any of the guys picked her up. You could have cared less about any of the other guys. You only wanted to see him.

Being some of the last viewers in the theater, you both decided to stand up and begin to walk out. The guys were leaving shortly after, almost as if it was destiny for you two to meet.

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

Johnny saw you get up and walk out, he quickened his pace and hurried to you. On the other hand, Steve-O spotted your friend. He followed closely behind Johnny to reach her, but he had no idea that Johnny was heading for you.

Steve-O reached your friend and pulled her off to the side. You watched her giggle and pull her black mini skirt up even farther, revealing far more than it should have. None of that mattered when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and stood face to face with the man that gave you butterflies, even though you had never spoken to him.

And I don't want the world to see me

“Hey,” his raspy, southern sounding voice said. “Who are you?”

Your brain simply wasn’t functioning. You could barely remember your own name. “Y/n.”

Your head dropped, as it suddenly became hard to look him in the eye. You couldn’t bare to look at him, as you began to think that he only wanted one thing from you.

He brought his pointer finger up to your chin, and raised your head up. You were looking him in the eye, and couldn’t look away.

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

“I want to take you back to my room. I want to talk.”

Everything in you said no. Every sensible bone in your body was screaming about how bad of an idea this was. But all you said was, “Okay.”

He grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers between your own. He led you to a yellow taxi, opening the door for you to step inside. Your mind wandered to your friend, but through the rear view mirror of the car, you saw her with Steve-O. “She’ll be fine,” you muttered to yourself.

When everything's made to be broken

He sat next to you in the uncomfortable leather seats of the taxi. The ride back, nothing was said. His hand still held yours, and his thumb mindlessly rubbed circles in your skin. You looked down at your hand, and then up at him. He was gazing out of the small taxi window.

The moonlight highlighted his strongest features. The soft glow made him seem almost angelic. He could feel your eyes staring at him. He turned around and said, “What are you looking at, doll?”

Your face turned bright red. “Nothing,” you whispered.

He only smiled, and turned back to look out of the window. The streetlights and signs on the stores illuminated the dark street. You wondered where you were going, and what would happen once you got there.

I just want you to know who I am

After a few more minutes of a silent car ride, the taxi came to a stop. “Here’s your hotel, man.”

“Thanks, bud,” Johnny handed him some cash. “Keep the change.”

“Hey, thanks. Y’all have a good night.”

You and Johnny stepped out of the car and waved the driver goodbye. He grabbed your hand once more and began to lead you inside.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

He led you to an elevator, and pressed the button to go up. “What floor?” he asked you with a wink.

Your face flushed red and you quietly said, “I don’t know,” with a slight smile.

“You’re a quiet one, huh? I like that.”

“I guess. I’ve never talked much,” you said, wondering why he was so entranced by you.

The elevator opened, and the both of you stepped inside. He pressed the button for the third floor, and you watched as the doors slowly closed.

Or the moment of truth in your lies

“So, y/n, what brought you to the premiere of the movie?”

You turned to look at him. “My friend brought me with her. She loves the show. I was just kinda there with her.” Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“So, you don’t watch it or anything?”

“No. I wouldn’t know who you were if I hadn’t watched the movie. I don’t mean to say that and offend you, but I just wanted to be straightforward with you.” You were worried he would leave you behind now that he knew the truth, but his hand stayed in yours.

“So what do you know about me?” He said as the elevator doors opened. Both of you stepped out onto the ugly green carpet. You followed closely behind him until he unlocked a room with his key, holding the door for you as you entered.

When everything feels like the movies

He closed the door behind you and locked it. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside you, waiting for an answer to his question.

“Well, I know your name is Johnny. I also know that you do stupid shit for fun. Other than that, I couldn’t tell you anything.”

He laughed. “Well, I’ll tell you a bit about myself. My real name isn’t Johnny. It’s Philip John. Most people that know just call me PJ. Yes, I do stupid shit for fun, and I’m a dumbass for making money off of it. Your turn.”

“You already know my name, so no need to say that again. Other than that, there’s not much to say. I’m just a person, like you.”

He gave you a slightly confused look as you said that. “Just a person?”

Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive

“Yes?” you questioned. “We’re just people. Tiny people in a big, gross world. Why does that confuse you?”

He looked at you and his expression softened. “Sweetheart, let me be honest with you. You don’t know me. You don’t have this perception of me like other people do. I’m just a person to you, and that almost never happens to me. I’m never just a person.”

“You’re a person to me,” you smiled. He was never this genuine with anyone, and it surprised him that he felt he could be like this with you.

Without thinking, he put his hand up to your cheek and you melted into his touch. He leaned forward and closed the gap between you. You followed his lead, as the soft kiss made your heart speed up.

And I don't want the world to see me

He quickly pulled away and looked at you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without making sure it was okay. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “Don’t overthink it. That’s my thing. You do stupid shit, I overthink.” You laughed.

“So there is something about you. You overthink,” he pretended to have a note pad writing what you said down. “Got it.”

The rest of the night was filled with meaningless conversation. One thing kept leading up to another, and the next morning you woke up next to him, your bare body pressed to his, fitting like the most perfect puzzle. Your legs were entangled with his own under the white sheets of the cheap hotel room.

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

You sat up, causing him to awaken. He looked at you in awe, as if he had never seen anything more beautiful. You, however, sat up replaying the memories you have of the night before. A wave of regret washed over you, and you tensed up as he touched you.

“Y/n, are you okay?” His face was full of concern.

“Oh my god,” you said as you brought your hand up to your forehead. “I’m so stupid.”

“Stupid? Why?”

“Because. I’m sitting here naked in your bed. We fucked. That’s all you wanted, so now you got it.” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You were right. Overthinking was your specialty.

“Y/n, why would you think that’s all I wanted? That’s not at all what last night was.”

When everything's made to be broken

“Then what was it? A ploy? To make me feel special or some shit? You’re this big celebrity, and I’m a nobody who didn’t even know you.” A tear fell down your cheek.

“Y/n, where is this coming from?” he said, confusion plastered all over his face.

“It’s coming from everything. You made me feel so special, and I barely even know who you are. This never happens to me, and every time someone makes me feel special, it ends up being a lie. This is probably just the same thing.” You began to sob, unable to hold your tears back.

“Y/n, I would never want to lie to you to hurt you like that. Believe it or not, I’ve never opened up to anyone without knowing them like I did with you. You’re incredible, and I have no idea why.” He sat up to wipe the tears from your eyes.

You sniffled, “That sounds like something that someone who just wanted a good fuck would say,” you mustered out a laugh.

I just want you to know who I am

He looked at you and grabbed your hand. The serious expression on his face made you a bit worrisome, but you wanted to hear what he had to say. “There’s a difference between fucking and making love, sweetheart. If I was just here to fuck you, I wouldn’t want to know what your favorite color was or what you like to eat. I wouldn’t want to know every minuscule detail about you, because if I was just fucking you, I wouldn’t care enough to ask.”

“So what are you saying if we didn’t just fuck?”

“I’m not saying that I love you or some cliche shit like thst. What I’m saying is, I felt something. I hope you felt it, too. I don’t know what it is, because in these situations I’ve never felt it before. All I’m saying is that we didn’t just fuck.”

And I don't want the world to see me

He meant that. He didn’t necessarily know what love felt like, because he had never felt a love like he had felt now. Instant connections were difficult for him to make, but he finally found one. He found you, and didn’t want to let you go. But he had to.

In the midst of this moment, Chris came knocking on the door yelling, “Knox! We’ve gotta leave in 20 minutes! Hurry your ass up and get to the lobby!”

“Shit!” He yelled. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Why do you have to go?” you asked, a bit heartbroken.

“We have a premiere, and we’ve gotta catch a flight. Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot.” He sighed.

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

You sat there in denial, not believing that you would have to leave him so soon. You wanted to figure out who he was, but there was no time. You wanted to know how he truly felt, but there was no way of knowing.

Johnny was throwing different clothes in a suitcase, trying to get everything packed together. You found your clothes from the night before resting on the floor. You leaned over to pick them up, putting them back on. You watched as he was hurrying around the room, dare you say, like a chicken with its head cut off.

You were in disbelief, that you had to watch him leave, most likely to never see him again. Your heart was in shreds, and you barely knew who he was.

When everything's made to be broken

“Okay, sweetheart, I’ve gotta go. I wish I didn’t have to.” He said, a saddened expression crossing his face.

“It’s okay, I understand,” you said quietly. What else were you to say? This was all out of your control.

He walked over to you and grabbed both of your hands. He said, “I swear it, I’m gonna come back. You’re too good to leave behind.”

With that, he was gone. You saw him running down the hallway, reaching the elevator. You watched as the doors close, causing him to disappear. You broke, right as those silver elevator doors closed. A tear fell down your cheek, and all you could do was walk down to the lobby.

I just want you to know who I am

Johnny was sitting in the car with the rest of the boys. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how he had to leave you. He was mentally slapping himself for not even asking for your phone number. He felt like an idiot, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

You sat in the backseat of a taxi, enduring the long drive back to your shared apartment with your best friend. She would tell you all about her night with Steve-O, and how amazing he was in bed.

You tuned her out, your mind only thinking of Johnny. She gave every minuscule detail that you didn’t want to here. It seemed as if your friend kept rambling until she made a comment that sparked your attention.

“And then, he gave me his number! Can you believe it?”

“Wait,” you said, “he gave you his number?”

“Yes!!”

And I don't want the world to see me

“I need you to give it to me. Now.”

“Girl, why are you acting so serious right now? Why do you need his number anyway?” she questioned.

“Don’t ask me questions, just give me his number,” you said in a scarily demanding tone. She hesitated, and showed you the number he had written on a small sticky note. You hurried to the coffee table to pick up your phone. You quickly dialed the number and listened to it ring. Finally, you got an answer.

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

“What’s up? It’s Steve-O.”

“Steve-O, hi. I need Johnny’s number right now.”

“Who the fuck is this? And how did you get my number?”

“You remember that girl you fucked last night? I’m her best friend. I need Johnny’s number.”

“Oh, so you’re ‘her’. Yeah, Johnny told me about you. I gotcha.” He said. He gave you a telephone number that you wrote on your hand, making sure to not mess up any of the numbers.

“Steve-O, thank you so much. Really.”

“No problem, dude. I’m happy to help.”

When everything's made to be broken

With that, you hung up the phone and ended the conversation. You felt like you were on top of the world, or that you had just won the lottery with just a single phone number. You had access to him, in some way.

Your best friend was questioning you, but you were paying no attention to her at all. You were most concerned with calling this number, letting him know that you found him again.

Things like this happen for a reason, and whatever that reason was, you were happy.

I just want you to know who I am

You ran to your room, and you could hardly wait to hear his voice again. You dialed the number, and listened to it ring. Unfortunately, there was no answer. His voicemail, however, proved to you that it really was his number. You listened to his recorded voice say, “Hey, it’s Knox. Leave a message.”

You left him a voicemail, giving him your number and your name.

“Hey, PJ, it’s y/n. Look, this may be weird, but Steve-O gave me your number. I couldn’t wait to call, but you didn’t answer. So, if you wanna call me back, here’s my number.” You gave him your number in hopes of him returning your call.

You wanted to hear him again, you could hardly bear it. There was so much you wanted to say, and things you so badly wanted him to hear.

I just want you to know who I am

Now, it’s time to go back to the present.

He was in his hotel room, his mind filled with nothing but you. It was early in the morning, as the sun had begun to rise. Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he thought of you, and how he was forced to leave you. His phone began to ring, and he looked at the number. He didn’t answer it in time, so he thought it must be nothing.

He heard his phone ding once more, indicating a voicemail message. No one ever left him voicemails, so he thought he might need to listen to it. To his surprise, he heard your voice and his heart began to race. He listened to your message, and wrote down the number that you gave him and immediately called it. He listened to it ring three times before he heard you say, “Hello?”

“Oh my god, y/n! Hey! I’m so sorry I had to leave you like that back at the hotel.” He began profusely apologizing for things that required no apology at all. You understood, and he was thankful.

You two talked for over an hour about little things with little meaning. You discussed what happened at the hotel, and every other small thing that either one of you could think of. You were just happy to hear his voice, as was he.

I just want you to know who I am

Your conversation was cut short when he had to leave to get ready for his next red carpet walk. He ended the conversation by saying, “When I get back, doll, I’m coming to see you. I can’t go without you.”

“Just be safe, PJ. And be smart. Maybe I’ll see you when you get back.” You hung up the phone, your heart racing. He wanted to see you. Maybe he meant what he said that night.

After that specific conversation, months passed by filled with hundreds of phone calls. You were falling in love with the boy you had only met once. Little did you know, he was falling in love with you, too.

I just want you to know who I am

One day you were just sitting on your couch reading a book. It was a peaceful Wednesday with not much going on. Your friend had gone out to the store, and you decided to stay back and have some alone time.

You were completely focused on your book when you heard your doorbell ring. You thought it was your friend needing help with the groceries. You sat your book on the coffee table and stood up, walking towards the door. You opened the door only to be met with the tall figure with beautiful, chocolate brown eyes.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! i loved writing this for you! if you want to request, don’t hesitate to ask!! much love! -em <3

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disgruntledkittenface · 2 years

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I was tagged by @allwaswell16 and @jacaranda-bloom to share five fics of mine that I really like. Thank you!! I’m pretty decisive, but I agree with Dee, these picks could change depending on the day, mood, etc. But here are the ones I’m going with!

Darling, so it goes (195k)

Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. He doesn’t think they’ll ever see each other again, but after striking up a correspondence, it turns out they have more in common than he thought. Then they start to fall for each other. Louis is different from anyone Harry has dated before and their relationship moves fast as Harry realizes he’s ready for a change. Soon Harry finds himself adapting to an entirely new life, in a country where he doesn’t know the rules, the customs, even the language. Harry is used to people underestimating him, and he’s more determined than ever to prove them wrong.

He just needs Louis to meet him halfway.

Grace Kelly AU.

Okay, so usually the last thing I wrote is the one I like the most, but this is probably going to be my all-time favorite. This is the fic I have always wanted to write, and I finally got to post after it lived in my mind and my heart for three years. It’s my epic, and I love it. I loved researching it and including all of the details that fascinate me (looking at you, chapter 8). I love the characters (especially Harry’s family), the relationships, the settings, the smut, the fashion. Everything, I just love it. This fic is me.

this is my jam (4k)

Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

If you’ve read the author’s note, you know this is based on a story that my friend told me. I wish that I had written it before he passed away, and I just hope wherever he is, he knows how much I love him and how much I miss him everyday. I really like the way I interpreted his experience in the fic; I had to figure out how to capture a specific moment in time and I’m happy with how it turned out. As much as I hated using the AU Historical tag, I came of age in the 90s and I loved writing something set then.

like sun on the rise (8k)

“Sorry,” Nick says at last, a crooked grin replacing her usual friendly, but not too friendly, customer service smile. “It’s my second double this week, so I’m kind of out of it. What can I get you, pretty?”

“No, I know you,” the girl insists, her green eyes wide as she leans over the counter. “I have known you so many times, in so many different forms, in so many different lives.”

“Uh…” Nick blinks, speechless for maybe the first time in her life. The thing is, the girl looks totally sincere. Kind of awestruck really, her pretty pink lips parted slightly as she takes Nick in. Like she can’t believe her luck or something. It’s not Nick’s fault that she has no idea how to act; no one has ever looked at her like this before. “Okay?”

Harry isn’t like anyone Nick has ever met before. Maybe that’s why they work.

I LOVE THIS FIC. I think it’s a little niche (its stats are... not great), but I just really love it. I was inspired by a quote from Megan Fox about Machine Gun Kelly of all things, and I tried to do a vague five times structure with it. I talked about how I’ve tried to grow as a girl direction author on the @roseanddaggerpodcast, and I think this fic really exemplifies that; this is not a gryles fic with just the pronouns switched, it’s really about wlw characters and I’m proud of it.

i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mine (50k)

Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as she’s starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friends’ wedding – with a new girlfriend as her plus one.

Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but it’s only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding – what could happen?

I got writer’s block the first time I tried to write the Grace Kelly AU, so I decided to try and do a long, trope-y girl direction fic for Big Bang that year instead. I did not realize that fake relationship AUs are really hard to write! I finally had to create a spreadsheet to track the character’s emotions and motivations in each scene. But I ended up with a story that I really love, and I like that I contributed a longer fic to the girl direction fandom.

a bagel for all seasons (29k)

Niall is a lawyer from the big city who’s sent to a small town to get paperwork signed for his firm’s biggest client. He only expected to be there for one night, but the longer his stay lasts, the more he starts to fall in love with the town and its cast of quirky characters.

One in particular.

A Shiall Hallmark Christmas AU.

This fic was inspired by a photo of Niall and the tags that @fallinglikethis included when she reblogged it. A Hallmark Christmas Movie esque story just sprang into my mind, almost fully formed. I remember getting stressed out while writing, and spending a lot of time figuring out what legal questions the small town residents could ask Niall, but I reread this one lately and it’s just warm and cozy and FUN. I really liked casting all of the characters, and I think they all really shine (including the cats).

I’ll tag friends for five fics: @crinkle-eyed-boo @wabadabadaba @louandhazaf @kingsofeverything @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

#five fics of mine that i really like #grace kelly au #bathhouse au #gryles soulmate au #f/f fake relationship au #a bagel for all seasons

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rockstar-pornograffitti · 1 year

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Picture This

Rick Savage x OC {Casey Spencer}

Part: I

Plot: Casey Spencer is an aspiring rock photographer, who just got the chance of a life time as the photographer for Def Leppard new picture book. What she didn’t expect is to find love along the way.

A/N: Comments are always welcome!

Casey’s POV

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I can’t believe I’m actually doing it, that I’m here. That me, Casey Spencer, a rancher's daughter, is taking photos of Def Leppard. It’s been my dream my whole life to be a rock and metal photographer. I know it’s an odd dream for someone who grew up around cowboys and country music. Yet I've loved metal and rock since I first heard it as a kid. The first time I heard those screaming guitars, I was hooked, then I picked up a camera and realised my dream.

Of course I was born at the end of the 20th century, so unfortunately for me it’s not like you can exactly make a living off that alone. It’s not like people are scrambling for photos of old rock stars. So to make money I do wedding photography and other things on the side. I still go to tons of rock concerts and post the photos I take on my social media. I have a pretty large following, and I sell a few prints on my website as well, but I’m far from massive or well known.

I think that’s why it came to me as such a shock when I got the call. It was hard to believe I was chosen as the photographer for the Def Leppard photo book they plan to put out, and that I’d be with them for a whole tour. It almost feels like I’m back in the 80s, and I’m nervous as hell about it.

I know I can take pretty good photos, but Def Leppard are rock legends, good isn’t good enough. They need to be the best thing I’ve ever done, I want to impress them, after all this is a huge break for me. Not to mention def leppard is one of my favourite bands ever, I grew up with posters on them on my wall. I’ve seen them live like 4 times, and own all their records. I have to do them justice. I mean sure they’re all in their 60’a but they all still look good, and therefore deserve to be captured in the most beautiful way possible.

I take one final deep breath as I knock on the door of the dressing room, this is where I meet the band for the first time and my assignment begins. I’m supposed to get more than just staged photos and live shots, also some more candid photos of them backstage and offstage as well. It’s supposed to show all of the tour experience.

I smile as the door opens, and there stands Joe Elliott himself in the flesh a foot away from me. He looks a little shocked to see me standing there at first, but once he spots the camera bag hanging off my shoulder and the crew pass hanging off my neck I think he puts two and two together.

“I’m Casey Spencer, the photographer.” I say, just to confirm the conclusion he’s most likely already come to on his own.

“You’re a woman?” He says, sounding shocked and it’s not that surprising to me. Casey happens to be a unisex name, and it’s definitely more popular for men in my neck of the woods, so this has been happening to me my whole life.

“Last time I checked.” I say, looking down my shirt for an added effect, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Joe Elliott.” He says, moving aside. “Come on in, and I’m sorry I was just expecting a man because of your name.”

“Thanks, and don't worry about it.” I say walking into the dressing room, stopping dead in my tracks as I look to the left and see Rick Savage, standing there shirtless.

I can feel the blush creeping across my cheeks. I mean sure I’ve seen him shirtless in photos, but it’s a lot different to see it in person. It almost feels like it’s something I shouldn’t be seeing, considering the fact I just kind of walked in here and he probably isn’t expecting me.

Clearly he feels the same because the moment he notices me he grabs for the nearest shirt pulling it on over his perfect chest. I quickly look away as I feel his eyes meet mine, I’d rather he didn’t know I was just gawking at him. I mean I haven’t even officially met him yet.

“I’m sorry about that, love.” He apologises giving me a smile and I can’t help but notice how beautiful his smile is in person. I mean yes in photos it is gorgeous but in person it’s even more so. “I’m Rick Savage, and you are?”

“I’m Casey Spencer, I’ll be your photographer for the tour.” I tell him, doing the typical Montana thing of offering up a handshake when you meet someone new.

“It’s nice meeting you, love.” He says with a smile, accepting my handshake. Just as Viv, Phil and Rick all round the corner. Phil of course is shirtless, showing off his perfectly toned body, but unlike Sav it’s not overly shocking. If he was wearing a shirt it would probably be more shocking, and he’s not really my type. I prefer men with a little chub on them, someone more like Sav.

“Hey, guys. I'm Casey, the new photographer.” I tell them, giving them all a friendly wave.

“Lovely to meet you.” Phil says, giving me a smile.

“I’m Vivian. It’s nice to meet you.” Says Vivian, returning my wave.

“Rick and it’s great to meet you.” Rick says last, giving me a friendly smile.

“I promise you guys I won’t be in the way.” I tell them, making my point by moving to the side of the room. “And if I am, please tell me.”

The last thing I want to do is be a hindrance in any way. I try to be the least annoying person alive. So I hope to keep to that, I’ll be taking lots of photos but I’ll be doing it in the least invasive way possible.

“You won’t be in the way, love.” Sav informs me, “and even if you are we expected you to be a bit.”

“It doesn’t matter if you expect it, just tell me anyways, I don’t mind moving.” I tell him, “I better get going on these photos.”

“Do you want us to pose or anything?” Joe asks.

“No, I want some more candid shots.” I tell them, as I begin setting up my camera and adjusting the setting correctly for the lighting. “I’ll take some staged ones after the concert.”

“Alright works for me.” Joe shrugs, going back to whatever he’s doing.

I pick up my camera and peer through the viewfinder at my first target Phil. He’s sitting a few feet from me doing crunches or pulls up or something. I don't know the terms for workouts. What I do know though is I’m sure these are the kind of photos his fans would eat up, so I line up the camera making a few adjustments before snapping a bunch in a row.

That’s the key to making sure you at least get one keeper, taking a lot of photos. It's especially true when you aren’t staging a photo and therefore can’t manipulate the outcome.

Once I’m finished, I take a quick look through them on the screen and decide I have a couple of keepers and that’s good enough for me. I was nervous but the moment I met everyone and I picked up my camera all those nerves just melted away. I love photography and I’m doing exactly what I’ve always dreamed. I couldn’t be happier, and yes this will be a long assignment but I couldn’t be more ready for it. It’s a bonus they’re all nice as well, which makes working with them a lot easier, because believe me I’ve had some not so nice clients in the past. I think everyone will work out nicely.

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Sav’s POV

I glance at Casey from the corner of my eye, she’s lazer forced on Phil taking photos of him. Who as per usual is working out, all shirtless and sweaty, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous he’s getting all her attention.

She’s striking, with copper hair and bright green eyes. She has delicate beautiful features, yet her colouring makes her stand out. Casey is gorgeous.

It was surprising to find Casey was a woman, I remember months back when we picked her, we assumed she was a man based on her name. So when a beautiful woman walked into the dressing room I was a bit shocked. If we were back in the 80s I might not have been, back then the dressing room was usually crawling with beautiful women.

It’s not the 80’s anymore and we aren’t young men, women aren’t exactly flocking to us. So now whenever I see a beautiful younger woman I assume she’s someone's guest.

In one way I’m lucky she’s not, I feel less guilty thinking of her the way I am, but in another I’m not. I could never act on those feelings because for one she’s working for me technically, and she’s got to be half my age, maybe even a quarter of it. There is no way she’d possibly want anything to do with an old man like me, especially not in the way I’m thinking of her. It would make it a lot easier to push those feelings aside if she was related to one of the blokes or something, but I’ll just have to fight it.

I quickly pretend to be flipping through my wardrobe as I notice her point the camera in my direction. I’d rather she had no idea I was just looking at her, I don’t want her to get creeped out by it or something. Though I’d love to pose for her, or maybe show off a bit, she instructed us to act like she’s not here. Which for me is clearly an impossible task, after all I’m standing metres away from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Something tells me this tour will be a long one.

#the bitch writes #rick savage fanfiction #def leppard fanfiction #rick savage x oc #def leppard #rick savage

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stopandimagineloveforever · 1 year

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Thread by Chasten Buttigieg

The Senate is poised to vote on the #RespectForMarriageAct today. This morning, after dropping the kids off, I came home and stopped to take in the aftermath of a chaotic morning. And it got me thinking. This is what marriage is to me.

Bibs I should have tossed in the sink that were leaking milk onto the counter. Little toothbrushes they used to scrub the teeth that have been keeping them up at night. Tiny hairbands from Penelope’s quick updo in which she kept repeating the word “bosh” while I brushed her hair.

The stacked plates, empty and crusty after a hurried but hilarious breakfast full of giggles ad music. The twins bounced along to the Christmas music as they ate their bananas and eggs while I prayed for the coffee maker to go faster.

My husband danced around me and fed the dogs while singing along to the music, which made the kids smile, doing his best not to get anything on his suit before rushing out the door and off to the to the airport. I didn’t remember where he was headed, but I knew it was important.

This is what marriage is to me. Mornings spent negotiating diaper bags, getting sweaters on wiggling toddlers, and feeding the dogs. It's scattered building blocks on the floor and scrambled eggs on the wall. It’s goodbye kisses at the door and thermoses of coffee in the minivan.

It’s having the right to juggle it all with the person who makes you feel loved and supported amidst the chaos. It's the right to have a shoulder to lean on at end of the day in the first place. It's the promise of hard work for your partner, your kids, and for us, our country.

My marriage has filled this house with so much love it makes me want to be a better husband, father, and citizen every day. It’s called me to something bigger than myself while recognizing that my kids are now the most important thing in life, and I'd do anything to protect them.

Our family and our union push me to make sure we leave our kids a country and a world they can thrive in so that they, too, can enjoy all of the love and light and happiness that Pete and I have known simply by falling in love with one another.

I know how precious this union is and how sacred and fragile our unions can be in the eyes of our ever-changing democracy. We are not yet afforded the pleasure of letting our shoulders down, of taking a breath. We are fully aware that some desperately want to take this away.

I hope that we can move on from these votes, these arguments, and these debates soon. I hope that our friends on the other side of the aisle will listen to over 70% of Americans and vote to protect families like mine and the unions that make us all better Americans.

And if a member of congress is confused, or has questions and wants to turn down the noise from the online rhetoric - our playroom is always open, should you want to meet a family who is just trying their best to make their kids happy and their country better, just like you.

[What Marriage Means To Me]

#Chasten Buttigieg #Pete Buttigieg #LGBT #LGBTQ #respect for marriage act #marriage equality #equality #love is love #Chasten you're a gem #marriage #November 2022

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aldercaps · 11 months

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There isn't really a point to this post. I just needed to put these words outside of myself, to give it somewhere to go.

going under a readmore because I had a lot to say apparently (this is not a happy post, nor does it have a satisfying ending)

Toby was a defacto birthday gift to my eleven-year-old self, after I had pestered my parents for over a year on getting a kitten. He was the first cat that was truly "mine", in that I was his favourite person and he held the dearest place in my heart. He turned ten years old this year, in March, which was also the year anniversary of when I last saw him.

He's doing well, last I heard, living with one of my mum's friends, who I don't know. My memory of last year is bad enough that I couldn't remember that it had been march when I saw him last, I thought I'd had more time. I didn't get to see him off, mum dropped him off when I was in class. I hadn't lived with him since 2021, when I moved out into my first flat. I wanted to take him with me, but it is almost impossible to find student housing that is pet friendly, and so I said goodbye to him (temporarily) as my mother's new boyfriend moved in. When my mother decided to move with her boyfriend to the other side of the country to an inner city apartment, she told me she wouldn't be taking Toby with her. I scrambled to find someone I knew that would take him in, just for the rest of 2022 until I could take him with me, but I couldn't manage it. I haven't seen him since march last year, wasn't able to come with my mum to say goodbye. It's taken me so many tries to try and write a post like this but I haven't managed to without being overcome with emotion.

When I was in high school mum always insisted that I take Toby with me when I move, since he was so attached to me and I was the one most willing to put up with his antics. He would play ambush with me, hiding in the dark shadows around the house in the evenings, waiting to jump out at me when I least expected it. He remains the only cat I've ever had that enthusiastically enjoyed belly rubs, and would stretch out on his back over my lap for them. We would play a game where, most days an hour before dinner, he would come into my room, and yell at me until I looked at him. Then, he would walk out of the room and wait for me just outside. Then, he would walk with me downstairs (if I paused he would pause, and jump up to headbutt my hand) to the kitchen where the cat kibble was kept, and do a running leap onto his stool to signify that he wanted dinner now, please.

When I was about 12-13 I took to the idea of training him, and after a couple of years of sporadic practise I could pat a chair or surface in the house if he was in the room, and he would do an enthusiastic running leap onto it, and of course received either a treat or bounteous pats as a reward.

He was my heart animal, and I love him so deeply. I try to console myself that he's living the high life as a single cat in a loving household, which he always preferred (enjoying the company of humans much more than other cats), but I think the not knowing is what gets me. The last photo of the four is the most recent photo I have of him, courtesy of my mother, from November last year. My sister told me that after I moved out he would walk into my old room and cry for minutes on end, or look for me throughout the house for weeks afterwards. I visited him as often as I could, once every two weeks or so, but I never felt properly welcome there with my mum's boyfriend there, since we never got on well at all. Later last year my sister said something that i think sums up the situation well: "I can't believe we lost our childhood home and our cats for some guy mum broke up with two months after she moved." Mum still has Cassie, and I can't blame her for making decisions that she thought would add to her happiness, but I don't know if I will ever get over losing Toby like that. He was one of my reasons to keep living through the worst years of my worst mental health, my light in the darkness. He was a constant I didn't know I needed until I lost it. The grief I've felt after losing him is something that has confirmed to me how much I need a companion animal in my life, and the past two years of not living with an animal of any kind has really cemented that for me.

Anyway. if you got this far, give your pets a kiss or a scritch for me, and tell them you love them.

#personal #homepost #i love my dads cat and cassie deeply. theyre just not my cat in the way that toby was.#sweet dreams my boy i love you #toby #my cats #really really hoping we get a pet friendly house next year. this love needs somewhere to go #that isn't holing up inside the hole in my heart that toby left

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And nobody's coming to help Your daddy lives by himself He just wants to know that you're well, oh-oh-oh

Date: March 17th Location: Clandeboye Estate Purpose: Continued Childhood Trauma

The crisps sound of laughter boomed off the salt riddled breeze as children raced off beyond him to chase the fleeting warmth of the afternoon. Ronan watched them for a moment; a lame excuse to delay the inevitable collision of his personal choices and noble duties. The tan soles of his wingtips sullied by the saturated soil beneath his feet. A familiar scent of the sea mixed with the earthy reminder of yet another rainy spell comforted him. After the last couple of months away, he yearned for the comforts of home. The visions of his mother’s piercing blue irises and wild blonde hair blowing in the breeze flashed in his mind. Two outstretched hands held out for him to grab but his sluggish feet could no longer catch the dreamy figure before she disappeared. When she died, the warmth that once woven into the brick and mortar of this place had disappeared. It’s why he’d avoided coming here for long periods of time. He could deal with the memory and his father in small doses.

Ronan nodded at each staff member who scrambled through the foyer to escape the pointed tongue of the older Cromwell. Ellery hadn’t quite adjusted to the retired life of a former duke; instead, he festered in the halls of this place like a soured old man with a chip on his shoulder. No matter what measures and countermeasures Ronan had enacted to protect those who works hard everyday to keep the grounds running with integrity, he couldn’t be there every day. He jotted down the pleas that has been whispered to him in passing between the front gate to his father’s “office”. For all intent and purpose, it was a sorrowful den for a powerless man.

Sucking in a deep breath, he knocked once before entering. I don’t have to knock because this is all mine but I digress. “Stop terrorizing the staff,” his opening left little to no room for tenderness. “With the seasons changing, we’re going to need them to keep this place running smoothly and providing revenue for area. If you’re unhappy, tell Saoirse and she’ll tell me, I’ll fix it.” He wanted to limit the contact that he had with the man who frothed at the mouth for confrontation. The silence eerily hung above them; their bitter exchange over phone didn’t exactly blow over. Ellery stared at Ronan with contempt encouraged by a whiskey fueled breakfast.

“You dare lecture me about disrupting things? You’ve squandered our plans to run back to that tart from the south,” he spat. Ronan’s jaw set taut but he refused to exchange malice with a drunkard. “Look at you, you’ve got nothing to say? Does she control you now like she did before? What a shame. All those years I poured into your education and pulled strings for you throw it away for a whore. Another useless woman like your mother..” the words clattering loudly with the papers of Ronan’s agenda. The noxious poison in the man’s words poured over Ronan’s resolve like molten rock; it scorched whatever amicable feeling notion left.

His fingers tightened around his father’s collar as he wrangled him against the sloppily kept desk. “Don’t ever speak of either of them in my presence in that manner..” He snarled. “You forget your place in this. You hold no power here and never will. I extended kindness to you because you’re my father we’re bond by blood. Unlike you, I won’t leave you to rot in the streets. Everything good that has happened for us has nothing to do with you.” Ronan pushed him back before brushing out the wrinkles of his suit. “..you couldn’t handle the power and its why we’re still entangled in the wrestling ownership of two different countries so you have no right to speak ill of my decisions. I’m making real change for NI and you’re going to watch from the sidelines like the washed up failure that you are. You failed as a husband, a father, and a figure to the people we serve. I will not make the same mistakes and live miserably like you did.”

Turning his back on his father, he moved back towards the door sensing the looming crowd that listened beyond it. “I think it’s time you step down from your position here at the estate. I’ll arrange for somewhere else for you to stay but I don’t want you here,” the finality of his tone echoing off each syllable. Ronan expected the childish outburst as the glass that had been held firmly in his father’s hand clashed into the bookcase beside his head. A tiny sliver of glass skipped across his cheek, the warm ooze blossoming there. Ronan’s thumb passed over it to chase the faint burning with a sigh.

“Clean it up before you go.”

#sp #[ nobody said changing would be this exhausting ; self para ]#tw: death mention #tw: foul lanuage

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b1nibaddie · 2 years

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lost (+also, august dump.)

i wrote a long ass rant dump with some inspirational shit a few days ago, but i lost it completely when i checked the tabs again. fuck, i hope i don’t lose this one.

august is self-care month. all the tiredness i experienced in the previous months, i totally made up for this month because i haven’t felt (physically) tired the whole month. work was lax, and i actually have a lot of free time to rest after work since brad is also busy doing his things.

because i have so much time to rest and reflect tho, mentally, this month has become a shitshow for me. i tried living healthy at the start of the month, but i got sick after that (viral infection, but that was the worst cough + sore throat combo i’ve ever experienced). so the dieting + living healthy thing is wearing off even though i really want to maintain it. also, i spent most of the month worrying about the SDS application. when i finally confirmed that i got the job, the counteroffer comes in. my appointment will only be signed provided that i work for U/RGE the rest of the year.

of course, i wasn’t happy. it’s like booking a flight somewhere, finally getting the ticket you paid for, and ending up to a completely different place than the one you booked. i was agitated. i didn’t understand why she wanted me, of all people, to work for her. of course it was still a bit flattering, but i wanted a normal office life in SDS. i wanted to learn and soak up as much as i can. i wanted to work with new people, just to get over the fact that i lost the best team i have ever worked with (so far). i wanted to be good with my job, and i wanted to prove myself so i could start climbing up the ranks and land a scholarship, hopefully, under that division.

but ig life has different plans.

took me a few days to process that news, and also to come to terms with it. for a few days i was extremely lost-- i was grasping on straws thinking of counteroffers so that i can be reintegrated to SDS. i desperately soaked up as much self-help books, inspirational quotes, bible verses, and other motivating content i could find just so i could accept that i’ll be working on a post i didn’t originally wanted. i also felt guilty, that i’m being ungrateful of the opportunity, so i tried to accept it internally as quickly as i could.

once i’ve dealt with that, news just kept pouring.

josh got accepted for a scholarship that he applied for. it was in another country. while i was really happy for him, i couldn’t help but feel jealous. i knew i was capable as well. i wished it was me. i was proud of him, but i felt extremely bad for myself.. just because i want the same thing. then again, i scrambled to find as much “we go at our own pace” quotes to console myself from this. i felt like, i was being left out. people around me were getting really good, life-changing opportunities, and i was being stuck in a position i didn’t want, albeit it was an opportunity.

also,

rene, a college classmate, recently passed away.

i deactivated my facebook account and my twitter because i couldn’t bear to see the posts mourning his death. he was a very close friend of mine during college. the last time i saw him was during the wake of dada, and i never expected that the next wake i’ll be attending is his.

life is fucked up. and damn is it short. i couldn’t bear the fact that a very close, personal, friend of mine left this world too early. i know he wanted to be a doctor so bad, and he was on the way. he was class president. it really broke my heart hearing the news, scrolling through all the pictures he had on facebook.

i love you rene. may you rest in peace.

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Ebola is real’: Uganda to trial vaccines and shut schools early to contain outbreak

Mubende, UgandaCNN —

Joseph Singiringabo has lost almost everything and everyone he held dear to Ebola. In a few short weeks, the 78-year-old lost his wife, his son, and a newborn granddaughter to the disease.

He is left taking care of three grandchildren under 13 after their mother fled the village to escape the danger of Ebola. His livestock was stolen while he was away in the required 21-day quarantine, leaving him destitute and desperate.

As Ebola outbreak grows in Uganda, US ramps up preparedness plans

“ I don’t know where they got the virus from because I went and got checked and I left the hospital without any problem with these children of mine,” he said, sitting on a log outside his modest house in Madudu, in Uganda’s central Mubende district.

“The problem I am facing now is getting food. Secondly, I never went to school, but I want these grandchildren to continue and get educated.”

A deadly outbreak

Uganda is grappling with its deadliest Ebola outbreak in more than a decade, first detected in the Mubende district in late September.

The deadly disease has ravaged families, leaving authorities scrambling to control its spread.

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The 2012 Ebola outbreak in the Kibaale district in the country’s western region, led to 17 deaths out of 24 confirmed cases but was declared over in less than 3 months.

Officials have launched aggressive contact tracing to track down relatives and friends who handled the bodies of first victims or attended funerals.

Some escaped from quarantine facilities, others traveled as far as the capital Kampala, and a few visited traditional healers and witchdoctors for treatment instead.

“Some of the patients are still hiding and they don’t know that they have Ebola so they’re out there in the community,” public health physician Dr. Jackson Amone told CNN.

An Ebola treatment unit in Mubende, Uganda.Larry Madowo/CNN

He has been involved in every Ebola outbreak in Uganda as well as in Sierra Leone in 2017. “We need to do case investigation, a lot of contact tracing, and community engagement so that those who present with Ebola symptoms are brought for testing before we release them.”

Dr. Amone is leading the teams operating the Ebola Treatment Units in Mubende. The first was set up in a hurry on the edge of the Mubende Regional Referral Hospital.

Uganda announces lockdown as Ebola cases rise

A larger center operated by the medical non-profit Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) is expanding with new ICU beds on the other side of town.

Health workers don extensive Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) to enter the red zones where patients are receiving treatment.

In one zone, a health worker cradles a three-month-old baby suspected of having been infected. Her mother and another sibling are undergoing treatment for Ebola and the disease has already claimed the life of her father.

It’s a cruel welcome to the world for the infant who is wrapped in a blanket as steady rain falls on the makeshift treatment center.

It’s a familiar story across this region as Ebola spreads despite the Ugandan government’s best efforts.

“This Ebola is much easier to deal with than either corona(virus) or AIDS. The main problem here is behavior change,” President Yoweri Museveni told the nation in a Tuesday nightaddress, stressing the need to follow the government’s procedures for those who come into contact with the disease.

Vaccine trials offer hope

Ebola can spread from person to person through direct contact with blood or other bodily fluids such as saliva, sweat, semen, or feces, or through contaminated objects like bedding or needles.

“It doesn’t spread through the air like COVID-19 and does not hide for some months before it shows itself like AIDS,” Museveni said in his televised address.

The country had so far recorded 55 deaths from Ebola, 141 confirmed cases and 73 people had recovered, he said.

Health minister Dr. Jane Ruth Aceng Ocero told CNN she expects Uganda to have the outbreak under control by April if communities cooperate with the government.

Health workers don extensive Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) to enter the red zones where patients are receiving treatmentLarry Madowo/CNN

There are currently two licensed Ebola vaccines,according to the World Health Organization, but they were developed to be safe and protective against the Zaire strain of the Ebola virus.

Unlike the previous Zaire ebolavirus, the Sudan strain currently circulating in Uganda has no known effective treatment or approved vaccine. However, the country is about to roll out three trial vaccines that have been certified as safe by the World Health Organization (WHO) working group.

The WHO said the first doses would beshipped to Uganda next weekand the country expects to expand the vaccine trials after reviewing results from the initial phase.

They are manufactured by the International Aids Vaccine Iniative (IAVI), the Sabin Vaccine Institute USA and a third developed by the University of Oxford and the Jenner Institute UK.

“Our further testing is about efficacy, and how long it protects. We are looking at 3,000 contacts of confirmed cases so we’ll be doing ring vaccination,” Aceng Ocero said, referring to a vaccine process that administers vaccines only to people in close contact with infected patients.

“If we have a confirmed case, then the contacts are the ones who are given the vaccine and they are followed up for 29 days because we want to see if they can quickly generate antibodies and can protect themselves from getting into full-blown disease,” Aceng Ocero added.

Obstacles of tradition and religion

Public health officials believe that cases are stabilizing due to increased vigilance, but tradition and religion are holding back progress. One community in Kassanda district, central Uganda, exhumed a body that had been buried safely by health workers to perform religious rites.

It led to “an explosion of over 41 cases within 5 days and 10 deaths,” President Museveni said in his address. He has now barred traditional healers and witchdoctors from taking clients during the Ebola outbreak.

Infections are also rising as it is hard to keep people apart in close-knit communal settings. Robert Twinamasiko, a 30-year-old driver is undergoing treatment after he helped an infected friend to an ambulance. The friend and one other person involved both died.

A 30-year-old driver, Robert Twinamasiko receives treatment for Ebola after helping an infected friend to an ambulance.Larry Madowo/CNN

Twinamasiko has spent 17 days in hospital but says he has no regrets. Although he looked frail, he was making a recovery and told CNN he was looking forward to going home.

“I’m just waiting for my blood work to be discharged but the world out there should know that Ebola is real,” he said from inside a red zone.

Uganda is also trying to contain the spread of the disease by closing the school term early to avoid an outbreak of Ebola in schools which could be hard to manage. “If you have one learner in a class testing positive, the entire class has to undergo quarantine. But also, you will not be 100% sure that that learner did not have contact with other learners outside that class,” Minister Aceng Ocero explained.

She said she was frustrated that Uganda wasn’t getting enough credit internationally for managing the Ebola crisis. “We have experience. This is our eighth Ebola outbreak. Every time we get an outbreak, our experience increases,” she said.

Some global health experts have criticized Uganda’s initial response to the outbreakas slow and inept. Some partners in the donor and diplomatic community have also bristled about how much information Ugandan authorities are sharing with them.

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camp-travel · 2 years

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Best things to do in Melbourne Victoria

Melbourne has it all and more

Written by Kathie Baker Melbourne was hit hard by Covid and the streets were deserted during lockdowns. Now the life of Melbourne is back, with restaurants buzzing. Melbourne, the capital of Victoria sleeps no longer! Melbourne Food and General Stuff When I say Melbourne – for those who are not familiar with the area, I am referring to Melbourne CBD and within a 5 k radius of central Melbourne. The central CBD has choices laid on for food. A favourite of mine is of course Chinatown with its authentic dishes on offer. Like most cities, Melbourne's Chinatown bustles with people (when not in Covid lockdown) and there's food available from many of the popular regional cities of China. However, if we break it down by country – I can’t think of one country that is not represented their food in Melbourne. Melbourne has always been a melting pot of cultures attracting both the immigrants of the country along with the food. As a Melbourne girl I have seen the city expand and thrive. English is the official language in Australia, however with so much diversity and so many immigrants having settled in Melbourne you could be forgiven for thinking you were in another part of the world. Let’s have a quick tour around Melbourne, with the focus on the CBD area.

Advertisement - Clothing for all types of travel Real People doing real outdoor activities need really good gear. All these places are within walking distance if you are settling yourself for your visit within the CBD – and I mean it is great place to be. From a price perspective there’s many options on accommodation and AirBnB connects the dots for affordable choices and price points. What are the best things to do in Melbourne? Old Melbourne Goal/Magistrates Court/Watchhouse This goal definitely has a history – having been home to many of our criminals, including the infamous Ned Kelly. Melbourne Goal was closed in 1929, but it had already seen many brutalities, including 133 hangings – Oh – and Ned Kelly was one of those. At the present time of writing this blog, the goal is closed due to Covid restrictions, but it is so worth visiting when Melbourne comes alive again. Do you believe in ghosts? https://www.oldmelbournegaol.com.au/hangmans-night-tour/ Queen Victoria Market Link to Queen Victoria Market As a little girl I would go to the Vic Market with my parents, with the first scramble being trying to find a car park. This was around 50 years ago and back then it bustled with shoppers and the smells of spices and many smells I could not recognise at that time. The market back then was not the cleanest, but these days it is a whole different story. The Melbourne City Council has made sure the Victoria Market is vibrant, offers the highest quality food and attracts YOU. Whether you are a local looking for great food or a tourist wanting to experience Melbourne's version of Seattle's market you will not be wasting your time by spending some time at the Vic Market. Go to the Victoria market and then catch a tram to the zoo. Buy a picnic lunch at the Queen Victoria market and head to the zoo, have lunch and enjoy the animals…The Melbourne Council has turned the Victoria Market into a tourist attraction. They even have night markets and different days will determine the types of goods available. The weekend brings traders from cottage industries selling their wares. However, the range of fresh produce and meat – delicacies from the delicatessens, bakeries, sweets, cakes represent a pocket of Melbourne most Melburnians are very proud of. This is a must see, experience it for yourself. Melbourne Zoo Directions and some other great information about the Melbourne zoo. The zoo has no boundaries when it comes to age. I can’t name one person who doesn’t still get a kick out of going to the Melbourne Zoo. Unlike some of the zoos I have been to overseas, Melbourne Zoo is well laid out with room for the animals to roam. This doesn’t mean the lions are left to roam the zoo and catch you as their meal, but as far as an environment of captivity these animals are well looked after. Whilst the zoo is not in the CBD of Melbourne, it is worth making the extra effort. State Library State Library link Until recently the State Library had never entered my mind as a possible tourist destination. However, it is really high on the bucket list of Chinese visitors to Melbourne. So, I decided to check it out myself. The building is a tale of its own, with the front a great place for you to prop yourself and watch the world go by. The manicured lawns are just the place. The building is worth admiration – as it stands majestically on Swanston Street. Originally opened in the late 1800’s it amazes me with the detail of the building. The library is of the modern day, in terms of delivery of service, with events and programs changing to meet the needs of today. If you have little ones, then there is a section set up just for them – I think a few hours at the library is worth every minute. Federation Square Federation Square is a public space right in the middle of the CBD area. In fact, it is directly across the road from Flinders Street Station. The space is really unique because it brings together a very different design in terms of architecture offering different spaces within spaces to host events both inside and outside. Head to the website – and find out what is on at Federation Square. The Tourist Information Centre is also located there. Flinders Street Station Now this station is once again a must see. It has been told that this station was actually meant to end up in India, but somehow the plans were mixed, and Australia ended up with Flinders Street design. and India ended up with what was supposed to come to Melbourne. The architecture is grand and a complete contrast to Federation Square, but it works. The station is a "meeting place" for many, as all Melbourne locals know where it is. It has recently undergone some cosmetic renovations to ensure it doesn't begin to fall apart. The clocks are a much spoken about feature of the outside of the station.

Flinders St Station National Art Gallery Link to gallery The NVG is opposite the Botanical Gardens (well nearly). Are you beginning to understand just how convenient us Melburnians have tried to make it for those visiting our city? The Gallery commissions art pieces from across the globe. There is always something going on at the Gallery so check out the website and find out what is happening when you are visiting Melbourne. Botanical Gardens Gardens The Royal Botanic Gardens is a great place to chill. Melbourne is by no means short on parks and gardens; however, these gardens are the pinnacle, in my humble opinion. If you are in the CBD, you can walk along the Yarra and from there head into the Botanical Gardens. There are numerous entrance points, with a running track around the perimeter of the Gardens, known as the Tan. Once again, many years ago, when I lived in town, I would run the Tan every day. There’s some really fascinating historical leftovers, such as a horse trough. The gardens and the Tan have grown over time and provide a recreational outlet for many. Take your camera and enjoy the space and the peace and quiet. The Melbourne cityscape is a great backdrop and it is difficult to imagine something so beautiful being bang in the middle of town almost. The Mounted Police Stables are not far from the gardens and the mounted police horses are often seen patrolling the area…..around the perimeter and within the grounds themselves. Oh, and if I forgot to mention – the gardens often have events designed to draw people into the venue, so it is worth checking their website to see what is on at the time of your visit. The Yarra River The Yarra is Melbourne’s River and flows right through the CBD. Now this is a bonus because it means those who are visiting Melbourne get to experience walks along the Yarra, picnics and bbq’s (well when it isn’t cold and raining). The Yarra begins its journey up in the Baw Baw’s (the snow) and the water at its source is clean, but as it meanders on its way to Melbourne things change. Over the last 20 years the water has been cleaned up – but I would still not advise you to swim in the Yarra at the point we are talking about. It does provide opportunity for the local schools to row and many rowing clubs are dotted along this section of the river.

Rowing on the Yarra River There’s also some exciting trips on some of the boats and ferries that have set up local businesses. Melbourne Aquarium https://www.melbourneaquarium.com.au This centre is always a draw card for Melbourne. Once again it is within walking distance of the CBD, in fact just down the road from Flinders Street Station. Filled with marine life it is basically a water zoo. Loads of fun for the little ones. Crown Casino/Southbank The Crown When I say Crown Casino, I mean “the crown”. The Casino is not just about gambling, but the restaurants and the shops and the convenience of location. Right near the Yarra River you can visit the Crown and then continue your journey along SouthBank. Gas Lights At night this area comes alive and at different times of the year you can enjoy the gas fire displays, that really can’t be described. These are dotted along Southbank right next to the Yarra River. Melbourne Inner city tram Melbourne has trams and they still service the people of Melbourne wanting to travel around the inner-city suburbs. The Melbourne Loop is around the CBD and it is free travel. You can jump on and off the Melbourne trams and as long as you stay within the loop then it is free. They are fun – so jump on a tram and explore Melbourne. Laneways and Arcades Melbourne's hidden treasures. Melbourne also has loads of little arcades and laneways that are worthy of a visit. The grid of Melbourne CBD is really easy to navigate, but if you head off the main streets and roads into the back lanes and alleys and arcades, you will be entering a whole new world. - Speciality shops, - street art, - cafes and restaurants. Street Performances There are street performances dotted all around the CBD, where you can stop and watch, listen and be entertained for free by so many of the world’s greatest. Street Art – this art is real art, and not graffiti that degrades the walls….check it out for yourself. Refer to link above Melbourne's hidden treasures for more information on the street art. Ferry Trips Find the ferries I only recently tapped into the ferry experience. Ferry by night or day – the choice is yours. Melbourne lights up at night, so a trip along the Yarra River at night is really special. There’s also ferries that you can jump on between Melbourne CBD and Williamstown. This trip is one of my favorites. Williamstown has history and beauty and on a beautiful Melbourne day, catching the ferry from the Melbourne CBD and getting off the ferry at Williamstown is just another special trip to make whilst visiting Melbourne. Williamstown Find out about Williamstown Melbourne A great day trip is to catch the ferry from Melbourne CBD to Williamstown. Williamstown has a tourist information centre, right near where you jump off the ferry, so make a quick trip there and get their advice on what to see and do. It will be dependent on the weather of course, whether you head to the beach, café, sit on the bay area or seep up the history the suburb. Ask about the water fountain The Wilkinson Memorial Drinking Fountain There are some very spooky stories about this fountain – true or false, the fountain is a part of Williamstown and the ghost stories just make it a little more intriguing. After you have had your fill of Williamstown, it is walking distance to the local train station which will take you back to Flinders Street Station. To Sum it up on Melbourne Now if this blog hasn’t given you enough reason to come and visit Melbourne, then you are a hard audience. Camping grounds close to Melbourne – Yes there are, but this is another blog.

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