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[izelandzero]

Mlem

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[captainfern]

Hi fernie ☺️

I wanted to request some sweet time waking up next to Price/Gaz after getting back with them… these ex-husband and ex-boyfriend tropes are so bittersweet and I love them but I also crave some solid resolutions 😭 You can make this smut or pure fluff, whatever you want.

Thank you ❤️

ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now.

fem!reader, 18+ [unprotected piv, etc] — lazy writing/editing + formatting sorry

a/n: i’m so sorry for how late this is !! i’m literally terrible at completing my asks 😭 i hope this is good enough <3

He had come crawling back to you last night.

Amidst the howling wind and the cold, sleeting rain, John appeared on your doorstep like a stray dog— hair wet and clinging to his forehead, his clothes soaked through, his lips quirked into a slightly embarrassed smile.

And then, then he looked at you with those warm eyes, his pupils expanding beneath the weight of his gaze, and you folded.

Of course you folded.

You let him inside, allowed him into the cradle of your very life. A life in which you had built around the absence of him.

The divorce happened a year ago. The constant strain of John being away, and the crippling loneliness his job brought you, was too much to bear. Without him, your home had felt like a shell of itself, so empty and quiet. Separation allowed you to make your own home not-so reliant on him.

And maybe it was hard. Maybe you did cry for him, yearn for him in the penetratingly dark hours of the morning— a want for his body pressed to yours, a need for his heat against your chilled skin.

But you had to move on. You were strong and, once the initial emptiness of your ring finger no longer bothered you, you were set free. The shackles of grief snapped and crumpled and allowed you to spring forth into a fresh life.

Yet, the night he appeared on your front step, cold and white like a wraith against a sea of black, you allowed him entry.

There was no hesitation like you convinced yourself there’d be. There was no sort of what the hell are you doing here, John? You simply sighed, your heart clenching beneath the calloused fingers of your reappearing grief, and stepped aside.

He had thanked you profusely.

And then broke down.

Still in his wet clothes, he hung his head and let tears well in his eyes, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he attempted to control his emotions. You watched him patiently, your own sadness itching tightly at the back of your throat.

He apologised. For everything you knew affected the relationship, and for everything he thought affected the relationship.

Long periods of absence, missing important milestones in your life and holidays, the strained communication when in the field. He apologised for it all, shaking and dripping like the lost dog he was.

When he looked up at you, eyes red and glossy with tears, his cheeks rouged beneath his facial hair and lips bitten from nervousness, you broke too.

Of course I miss you, tumbled from your lips. Of course I still think about you. Of course I haven’t been with anyone else. Of course I want you back—

The two of you broke like a dam, a crack of lightening outside acting as the starting gun, spurring you on as you moved in unison, meeting together in a searing kiss that made you whine out for him. But his groan of pleasure, of relief, was louder than any sound he had ever made before. It made your heart flutter.

That night, he held you so impossibly close to him that you feared you may sink into him— that your souls would intertwine within the heat of him, and you’d be stuck with him forever. But, after a moment, you realised it wasn’t fear. You’d happily seep into the grooves of his soul if he let you.

The next morning, you awoke bundled in his strong, warm arms, the coarse hairs a deliciously familiar juxtaposition against your soft flesh. You moaned quietly as you drifted awake.

John stirred behind you, the arm he had around your midriff moving, his large hand moving to splay across the curve of your bare tummy. He pressed against the warm fat, nose in the crook of your neck, nuzzling you. You whined when he gripped your tummy, but he just chuckled quietly with a kiss to the pulse beneath your ear.

Only now did you realise, against the warmth of the skin above your navel, that John was still wearing his wedding band.

It made your stomach flip.

Last night, while he had your knees to your ears, his cock heavy inside you, he asked about your rings.

“In the drawer— fuck— the bedside table—!” You moaned, his hips snapping forward, his stomach pressed to yours, pinning you to the bed.

He stopped only to lean over and open the drawer. Then, he fished out both your extravagant engagement ring, and the more simply wedding ring. Then, he resumed his thrusts, knocking another moan from your chest.

When you came around his cock with an earth-shattering orgasm, a moan of “Yes, John!” echoing through the room, he slipped the rings back onto your finger. Your sweet moans were a welcome nostalgia, a guilty-pleasure in this very moment. He came inside you after that.

Now, John was kissing the pulse behind your ear, arms around you, his chest to your back as he slotted one of his legs between yours, separating them so he could rut his hardening cock between the plushness of your thighs.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered to you, the leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your wet folds, dipping in and out in a gentle rut with each movement of his hips. “I’ve missed my pretty wife.”

The hand on your stomach snaked down, brushing over your mound and then cupping you there, a finger pressing to the already swollen bud of your clit. He hummed when he began to run circles across it, slow and steady.

You mewled, arse moving backwards to press against him, then moving forward again to buck into his touch. The warmth of his cock between your thighs had your pussy fluttering, leaking.

“John…” You whispered, flexing the muscles of your thighs, the sensation against John’s cock making him groan. You begged, “Please, I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me,” he whispered back, the ruddy tip of his cock finally snagging against your entrance. He slowly, slowly began pushing inside, splitting you open with a soft, wet sound. He moaned against your neck. “You’ll have me forever, sweetheart. Whenever you want me, you’ll have me.”

John bottomed out with one final lazy snap of his hips against your arse. You both moaned, the air around you warm and thick like honey.

His cock reached so deeply inside you, nudging the pliant plug of your cervix with each rut. His movements never left you empty, keeping you stretched open around his girth. Your cunt squeezed him, dribbling along your inner thighs now as he rocked into you, the mattress creaking beneath you both.

The finger in your clit sped up, the circles deepening and quickening in pace, timed with his thrusts as they grew faster and faster, still lazy, but coordinated and intent on dragging you to release.

The pleasure was sickly sweet, parting the veil of sleep with ease. You could taste it on your tongue, the precipice of your orgasm, and the many more to come— sweet and warm against the wintery rain outside. Just like John.

“John…” You whimpered, your body tightening, sweat building along your already-dewy skin.

“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so well for me. My good girl. My pretty wife,” he praised, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you every damn time. He drank in your moans, an elixir he had longed for since the moment you two separated, and continued his thrusts. Kissing your neck, he asked, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes—!” And you came around him, moaning loudly, writhing and spasming as your orgasm wracked through you. It was intense and hot and it had your pussy clenching around John’s cock like a vice.

Your acceptance made him moan, moan your name, and then come deep inside you, painting your slick walls white.

For a long while, he held you to him, cock still inside you, but the two of you weren’t in any hurry to part from one another. You felt sticky all over, skin tacky with sweat and cum, but you couldn’t care less. Wrapped up in your ex— your husband’s arms, was all that mattered.

“I love you,” John said to you. “Always have. Always will.”

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

A Green-Eyed Monster

Dance Like We're Making Love Chapter 3

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Description: You're enamored - completely and totally enamored by one person. He seems to be enamored by you too. In the eight weeks since you met Bradley Bradshaw you know you've never felt like anyone the way you feel about him. It worries you that you're ready to commit to him, that you're ready to take the next step. But you're not sure you're ever going to get the answers from him that you're searching for. But you're ready to try. What you are not expecting is the red-head in a green dress standing right by his side when you walk into dance practice. She's all over him like she belongs with him, and even you can tell that she looks far better with him than you do. Disclaimers: Female! Reader, Dancing, Sexual Themes, Kissing, UST, Phone Sex Warnings: This story does not start explicit but does get there. Minors do not interact. This story is 18+. Word Count: 3012 A/N: I think I ought to brace for some pitchforks with this installment. Roo and Tiny's happy little relationship? It's not quite so happy, not anymore. But! I hope you all love this installment! Thanks, as always to @desert-fern for beta-reading this chapter! Love ya, Fernie! AO3:Cross Posted Here! My Masterlist Previous Part | Series Masterlist | Next Part

Dancing hasn’t been the only thing happening in your life over the past couple of months - not in the slightest. Between planning the Bachelor and Bachelorette parties, cake tastings, and dress fittings, you've been navigating the burgeoning relationship between you and Bradley Bradshaw. You've never felt so alive. It feels like you’re finally living your life. You've had so much fun in the eight weeks since your dalliance, your assignation, your arrangement, well your whatever it is with Bradley Bradshaw began. He sets your every vein alight and makes you laugh, so much. If you didn't know any better, and you’re not sure you actually do, you'd think you were falling in love. It feels like you’re free falling, like there isn’t a single thing holding you down.

Before Bradley Bradshaw you’ve never felt so cherished or gorgeous or loved, not once. You’ve also never had a partner so intent on ensuring your own pleasure. Sometimes you can’t believe that you feel like this, with him, when you’ve never even been on a date together. But that was by design, you know, even if a part of you rankles just a little to think that you have to hide until after Greg and Sophie get married. You shouldn’t feel like a dirty little secret. You shouldn’t. But as hot as you find having signals to meet Bradley at his place or yours, and how many times you fuck in restaurant bathrooms and filthy clubs, you can’t hide how you feel. So, on what is the penultimate dance class before the wedding, you’re determined to finally get Bradley to put a name to what the two of you are doing.

But you’re also running horribly, terribly late. You’re one of the last people walking into the studio, slipping in just as Rodrigo begins his customary speech at the beginning of class. Bradley’s easy to spot, he always is. But what you don’t expect is the long-legged red-head in a green dress clinging to his muscular bicep. The dress accentuates all of her assets and you can tell by even Will’s googly eyes that every man in the room has his eyes right on her. It’s a blow to your already fragile heart and your tattered self-esteem to see the two of them standing there together. 

You can’t cry, not in front of every other person in the bride’s and groom’s parties. And you cannot let yourself cry in front of Bradley fucking Bradshaw. In fact, you will not let yourself. You let your anger at being duped and taken advantage yet again by a man fill you. When it comes time to actually dance, you feel exactly like you did that first dance class with Bradley Bradshaw, except it hurts far more than you’d expect to see his brown eyes widen in delight at the sight of your face. 

“Hiya, Tiny.” Your eyes roll so hard that you’re sure your disgust is palpable from in the cockpit of one of his jets from ten-thousand feet in the air.

“Rooster.” Ice-queen. Ice-queen. Ice-queen. That’s your motto at the moment.

“Is everything okay, Tiny?” How dare he keep being so concerned?

“I dunno, Rooster.” Your voice is a sardonic drawl as he twirls you around on the dance floor. “You tell me.”

You would step on his disastrously colossal feet, but you’ve worked too hard to make sure this dance goes well - far too hard. You rebuff his every attempt at making conversation, but are otherwise exactly the same as you always are. Thankfully nobody notices how you’re maybe just a touch further away from the heat of his skin than you should be.

It’s even more of an exquisite sort of torture when you and Bradley have your final rehearsal for Greg and Sophie’s wedding present. The red-head has long since disappeared from the studio. Bradley's hands still linger over every inch of your skin as he draws you close. But while just a week before, you were responding to his touch eagerly, now you feel disgust. Maria and Rodrigo seem to want to correct every move, including how close you are to Bradley. Of course, what you don’t expect is the clapping that springs up as the final note spills out of the speakers after your final run-through of the day. It’s the red-head, of course it is, and her applause has Bradley letting go of you like your skin has burned him.

You sip carefully on your water, noting vacantly how Bradley glances your way as she plants her red fingernails hand on his chest. So they’re that close, huh? You should’ve known it was too good to be true. But you paste a halfway decent facsimile of a smile on your face and sincerely thank Rodrigo and Maria for their assistance with Greg and Sophie’s wedding gift. 

You’re just gathering your bag when a breathy noise and the scent of too-sweet, cloying perfume alert you to her presence. You turn and are not even the slightest bit surprised to see the red head’s big green eyes staring right into yours.

“I, um” She sniffs out, “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Abigail.”

“Nice to meet you,” You grind out, wanting nothing more than to be as far away from this woman as you possibly can get.

“I’m Bradley’s wedding date.” 

You blink at her, before smiling inanely. “Oh, how come he’s never mentioned you before?”

“I travel a lot for work. I’m a flight attendant.” She’s starting to sound defensive and isn’t that just perfect?

“Oh, that’s nice. It must be hard to leave him here all by himself, though.” You pretend not to notice how Bradley blanches at your pointed statement.

“It is nice to have a husband to come home to.” She giggles, the sound tinkling like the gentlest of bells. But you have to lock your knees to keep your legs from collapsing out from under you. You’re not sure how you escape the married couple, and you’re sure you black out, because the next thing you know you’re pulling into your driveway.

Married! He’s married? Why? Why would he string you along when he’s got such a beautiful wife to come home to? It occurs to you suddenly that you’re the other woman in this situation - that he’s made you the slut. You’ve had sex - filthy hot, dirty sex - on his bed, in his bathroom, in the kitchen and on the sofa. He’s desecrated you in nearly every room of his house. The house he shares with his wife. But you’ve not seen a single picture of her on the walls or ever seen the tan line of a wedding ring on his left hand. You’ve had his dog tags dangling over your face as he pounds into you for fuck’s sake and there’s definitely never been a wedding ring on them.

You want nothing more than to cry while eating ice cream straight out of the carton in your pajamas. Of course, just as you're wriggling out of the terribly uncomfortable bra which pushes your tits up just right and makes them look delicious, the one you'd worn for Bradley, your phone trills from its spot on your nightstand. 

"Sophie?" Your voice is quiet and a little choked up as you murmur into the phone.

"Hiya, Honey Bee!" She sounds so happy. It hurts to think that you were that happy only a couple of hours ago.

"So, Greg and I, we wanted to thank you and Bradley for everything you've both done to help us with the wedding. So we wanted to take you each out to dinner, separately." Her joy makes you smile, despite your emotional turmoil. "And we were sort of hoping we could have our dinner with you tonight?"

"God, Soph. You don't have to do this! But," You giggle gently, "if you insist, then I wouldn't say no."

"We'll pick you up at 7! Love you babes!"

That's about how the rest of the week goes. You get yanked from wedding event to wedding event and it's nearly enough to keep your pain at bay. At least until you're safe and sound under your covers. That's the only place where you can cry until you fall into a fitful sleep. By the night of the Bachelor's and Bachelorette parties, you're caking concealer under your eyes to hide the dark circles and all you want is a strong, stiff drink.

But you're smiling nonetheless in your sparkling green dress and matching high heels when the limo comes to pick you up. The glass of champagne that gets shoved into your hand is just the ticket. You have no complaints when you're told you have to catch up and down the pale gold liquid until one glass becomes two and turns into three.

The alcohol buzzing through your system has you finally relaxing. You can finally feel the lump in your throat and the snarl in your thoughts dissipating. It feels like the universe is screaming at you to give up on Bradley Bradshaw. Here, at one of San Diego's best night clubs you're sure to find somebody who'll actually want you, not for some far fetched revenge plot or for a bet or to cheat on their flight attendant wife.

The minute you step in, you can feel the music rattling the floorboards. Coupled with the shots that get sent your way, and it's not long before you're dancing with anybody who wants to dance with you. It feels like sin. Your hair is mussed and you’ve long lost the sash that was once draped over your shoulder in the crush. There have been hands on your hips and curled around your waist all night. So you don’t even blink when another pair of hands draws you close. Sophie and all of the other bridesmaids aren’t even in your line of sight anymore. But you feel reckless, wild, tonight. Who’s tying you down? Who’s there to stop you from doing whatever you want with whoever you want?

It’s far too easy to find a man to dance with. Your new tango skills make it nearly too easy. Then the hands roaming your skin are replaced suddenly. For several moments, it feels even better than before. And then your new dance partner pulls you into moves you could do in your sleep after months of practice. You know your dance partner too. You can smell the spice of his cologne surrounding you. It feels like a bubble popping. All of a sudden everything is too loud, and your skin is crawling and you can barely hear yourself think. You rip yourself out of Bradley’s grasp, turning tail and pushing your way off the dance floor like he burned you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Greg and Sophie all loved up in the corner as you rush past.

Your head is spinning and your heart is racing. Your thoughts seem to be lightning fast and molasses slow all at the same time. What the hell is he doing here? Why does he keep trying to find you? You’ve been avoiding all of his phone calls and leaving him on read for a reason. You grab your purse and cut a path through the most crowded section of the club making a beeline for the front doors.

When you burst through them, you finally feel like you can breathe again. But just because your lungs are taking in needed oxygen and spilling out carbon dioxide, it doesn't mean that your mind has made any more sense of why Bradley Bradshaw is trying so hard to get close to you.

"Hey." Your entire body locks up at the sound of his voice, worried that you'll see him with Abby hanging off of his arms like she belongs there. "Why do you keep running away from me, Tiny?"

Of all the things you expect him to say, that's not one of them.

"I keep running, Bradshaw, because the last dance class showed me exactly what you think of me." Your chest heaves as you catalog the exhaustion on his ridiculously beautiful face. "A cheap fuck. Somebody to keep your bed warm while Abby's jet setting around the world."

"That's not what happened between us." There's finally understanding dawning on his face and you want to smack the smug little grin right off of it.

"Then what happened?" Some sadistic, viciously curious part of you wants to know - needs to know.

"Abby…" You can see his throat work in the dim light as the doors open and send sound spilling out across the parking lot. "It's right, what Abby said. She is my wife. Or well, she was."

"I fell in love with her when I was in flight school. She was perfect, or so I thought, for a sad, gangly, barely adult man with no other family in the world. It was head over heels for me. I thought it was a head over heels kind of love for her too. It was the happiest moment of my life when she agreed to marry me."

"It was easy for the longest time. I gained my wings, I figured out how to be a man, a husband. I tried desperately to recall all of the things my mom told me my dad did, and did them for Abby. Just when everything was going great, better than, I was deployed. We spent the next three years snatching moments with each other here in San Diego, or in Virginia or via phone calls and video chats. I came back home thinking that we'd weathered another storm together."

"I was wrong. I felt like I was the same man I was when I got married. But Abby? She was different. She'd changed everything about herself and become a flight attendant. The next three years were, to put it gently, a train wreck in motion. Even though I was stateside with short deployments on board a ship, she was flying all over the world. I got back after a deployment to find her in bed with a pilot from her airline. And that? That was the end."

Bradley's breathing raggedly, like he's looking to you for approval or understanding or something. But you're still processing what he's saying.

"That's when she told me I was too rough in bed, sitting in front of a lawyer and demanding half of everything that was mine. It's been three years since the divorce was finalized, Tiny. I didn't cheat on her, or lead you on. I wanted to tell you. I was going to tell you after the wedding."

Your throat is bone dry, your head swimming. 

"C-could you ever give me a second chance?" You must've zoned out because all of a sudden, Bradley’s much closer than he was before. The heat drifting off of his broad frame, clothed in olive green is hypnotic. If you were any less stubborn, you'd beg him to take you home. You'd beg him to let you help him forget that a woman like Abby had him first and threw him away.

"I dunno, Roo." The words feel like a peace offering spiraling through the hot night air. "That was… a lot of information."

The hope on his face falls, just a little at your honest words. 

"But why is she back here? In San Diego again?" Your nose is a little stuffy and you can feel tears building at the back of your throat. You’re not sure you can take it if he says they’re getting back together again.

"She shows up every once in a while, asking for money." Your lips part, shock parting them without your permission. "Normally it’s only a couple hundred dollars. But this time, it is different. She wants thousands, claiming that I owe her that as spousal support after the divorce."

His shoulders are bowed under the weight of Abby's expectations.

"But I told her no, this time."

"Why?" 

"Because I found somebody that's better for me than she ever could be."

It feels like the world goes silent around you. Your heart flip flops in your chest as you stare up into Bradley’s big brown eyes. It’s not a conscious decision which has you flinging your arms around his neck and smashing your lips to his. He staggers, catching himself against the wall as you straddle one broad thigh and kiss down his throat. You can feel every muscle in his thigh flex as one big hand tugs you in closer. This close, you can see the amber flecks in his eyes and practically taste the whiskey on his breath. It should sting your nose and make your eyes water. But instead the scent intoxicates you, drugging you as his chest heaves and each twitch of his muscles has his thigh brush against your sensitive clit. Your chest heaves, brushing your suddenly peaked nipples against his broad chest. When the door clangs open, neither of you move, too caught up in the rush of each other. At least, that is, until calls of your name and his rip you apart.

It’s the bride and groom’s parties, and your face grows hot as you tug your dress down so your panties aren’t completely exposed to the world. A breeze wafts its way over the assembled group, raising gooseflesh on your exposed arms and legs. But you’re not shivering for long as a sports coat is draped over your shoulders. You clutch the lapels close, reveling in the spicy cologne and ignore the way Sophie is trying to figure out why you’re kissing Bradley Bradshaw at her Bachelorette party.

As the two parties separate for the night, not to meet until wedding day, you pull your phone out and send one text message.

Roo, that was a lot, and I probably shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I need a little more time. But I promise, I'll tell you what I decide about us after the wedding.

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[fernie-the-belladonna]

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[fern1e]

I posted 131 times in 2022

114 posts created (87%)

17 posts reblogged (13%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 67 of my posts in 2022

Only 49% of my posts had no tags

#dsmp - 13 posts

#wilbur - 4 posts

#fernie speaks - 4 posts

#no-life smp - 3 posts

#mp100 - 3 posts

#lol - 3 posts

#im right - 2 posts

#toh spoilers - 2 posts

#mcyt - 2 posts

#quackity - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 103 characters

#honey please go make a game on scratch.mit.edu and join a community that draws cats itll do you so well

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

really love wobbledogs. I'm trying to be ethical but the game really just draws you towards strange behavior. My dog orange cream pop eats teeth and his son hotdog is larger than he is before even reaching adulthood. He and another dog I have named BTS have 6 genetic children in my save rn and one basic dog I accidentally created. One of them couldn't stand when he was born because me and my girlfriend pushed the breeding sim to its limit and I was so devastated I immediately began fry therapy. I also have fed multiple dogs souls to other dogs because I realized that I would have too many deaths happening and didn't want to have a graveyard. But my dogs are happy, and I try to feed them in ways that help them be more self sufficient if their breeding causes complications. I love them.

15 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#4

Please support my efforts on Twitter to fight Ranboo irl.

20 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#3

as per the request of my girlfriend

53 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#2

HD remaster <3

501 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

[ID: A tweet by @taehyuingkim edited to read: "Mp100 writers always try and squeeze in all claw members in the narrative like their life depends on it FUKKKK why Hatori da lhelicoptor pilot all of da sudden 😐 ....." End ID]

(ID created by @princess-of-purple-prose)

862 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

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[bunkershotgolf]

Dundonald Links, Scotland Ascend on World Stage with Luxury Amenities, Major Tournaments

Ayrshire Resort Launches ‘Love Links’ Stay-and-Play Packages in the Country’s Golf-Rich West Coast

As if hosting the 150th Open Championship this summer isn’t enough – including an early commitment to play by Tiger Woods – Scotland and Dundonald Links offer an array of complementary offerings that make the Home of Golf a must-visit destination.

Home to the world-class, Kyle Phillips designed golf course and burgeoning resort in Western Scotland, Dundonald Links recently unveiled 18 luxury lodges, 22 hotel rooms, a new clubhouse with Michelin-caliber restaurant, whisky tasting room, and more – the latest phase of a £25m investment transforming the esteemed Scottish venue into one of the UK’s most modern new golf resorts.

While the global spotlight this summer will inevitably fall on the east coast for the 150th Open Championship at St Andrews, golfers will certainly want to sample some of Ayrshire’s finest links starting with Dundonald Links and including Western Gailes, Prestwick, Barassie and Irvine – to combine with a luxury stay at Dundonald Links’ new hotel and lodges.

With a record-breaking 290,000 spectators set to attend at the world-renowned Old Course, tee times and accommodation in Scotland are proving hard to come by. Dundonald Links can enhance the golfing experience and play host at the resort which is fast becoming one of the most sought-after locations in Scotland.

The Dundonald Links Experience is available from £295pp and features two rounds at Dundonald Links, two nights with twin occupancy in a luxury hotel or lodge room, and breakfast and dinner at the ‘Canny Crow’ restaurant that is located upstairs in the venue’s impressive clubhouse.

The Ayrshire Links Experience is based on a two-night stay at Dundonald with three rounds across the host venue, and the links at Barrasie and Irvine Golf Club. It also includes breakfast and a ‘Canny Crow’ dinner and starts from £380pp.

The third ‘Love Links’ offering comes in the shape of the two-night Ultimate Links Experience package with golf at Dundonald Links and the prestige links of Western Gailes and Prestwick Golf Club. Breakfast and one dinner are also included, and packages start from £470.

Dundonald Links’ collection of brand-new 2-, 4- and 6-bedroom lodges were custom-designed with golfers in mind, with bag storage and drying areas, en-suite bathrooms, large living spaces, and fully equipped kitchen and dining facilities. Each of the lodge clusters surround a private practice putting green. The brand-new hotel rooms are situated beside the clubhouse for ease of access to the restaurant and club facilities. 

Resort owner Darwin Escapes also invested £1m in upgrading the 18-hole championship course, including the addition of a new halfway house.

“The world is watching Scotland this summer and avid fans and players are planning trips here to be part of the historic season and professional golf tournaments,” said Ian Ferguson, Dundonald Links Club Manager. “We are ideally positioned to host guests, allow them to enjoy our luxury amenities and world-class golf course, plus attend what promise to be unforgettable competitions.”

As well as the 2023 Open Final Qualifying, Dundonald Links is also hosting other major golf events this year including the Trust Golf Women’s Scottish Open, July 28-31.

For more details and to book a stay at Dundonald Links, please visit dundonaldlinks.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/DundonaldLinks

Twitter: www.twitter.com/DundonaldLinks 

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About Dundonald Links:

The first Dundonald Links layout was designed by 1883 Open Champion Willie Fernie and opened on March 23rd, 1911. Dundonald Links was purchased by Loch Lomond Golf Club in early 2003 to provide its global membership with a traditional links challenge. The club enlisted California-based architect Kyle Phillips, who had recently built Kingsbarns, to create a links masterpiece on the Ayrshire coast, featuring wonderful undulations, deep rough, a generous helping of gorse bushes and, unlike many traditional links courses, there are areas of the course that are framed by stunning pine trees.

The 18-hole, par-72, championship course offers a classic links golf experience for all to savour. Generous fairways, undulating greens and a wide choice of tees make it an enjoyable test for golfers of all abilities. It is also one of the longest courses in the UK, measuring 6,700 yards.

In 2008, Dundonald was chosen as the venue for the first stage of the European Tour Qualifying School and continued to host the tournament until 2011. In 2012, the course hosted the Senior Opening Qualifying. 2014 saw the prestigious Boys’ Amateur Championship played at Dundonald. The venue then hosted some of the world’s best female golfers for the Aberdeen Asset Management Ladies Scottish Open in 2015, 2016 and 2017 – where the course also welcomed the men’s event.

Darwin Escapes, which also operates The Springs in Oxfordshire and the KP Club in Yorkshire, acquired Dundonald Links for £4.5m in 2019 and laid out a £25m development plan which will see the venue completely transformed into a resort, with a new clubhouse, luxury lodges and hotel rooms.

#golf #new #lpga #Golf Courses #submission

[sycophanticsheetghost]

Out of character introduction post!

Hey, my name's Fernie (aka @fern1e and many other alises over the years.) I'm 18 and I use any pronouns with a preference to they/them...

But you're not here for me— you're here for the star of the blog.

This is a Ghostboo RP blog.

—And since there isn't a lot to go off of in canon for him, a lot of what I'll do here will be based on personal headcanon. If anything drastic changes within the plot, I will adjust accordingly.

I'm doing this purely for fun.

(More Details under the cut!)

This Ghostboo uses he/they pronouns with a preference for the former, and may also use the name Boo for the sake of clarity. Though Ghostboo has been called Ran and Ranboo before in canon, this was a specific circumstance and will be mostly ignored outside of very particular plot-points that may come up in rp.

Formatting is still being set up for this blog, but I will include a list of tags once I finish. Currently, I just have the #[ran.bles from beyond the grave (ic posts) tag. It's funny to me.

I did actually have issues setting up the format of this blog, hence there being an in character posts detailing this. It's funny to me.

That's all for now

#[mun musings (ooc posts)] #im excited to be here!

[lumiereandcogsworth]

💙Smoshblr December Asks Day 22💛

Who are your top 3 favourite smosh characters? (this can be one that appears very regularly like the chosen, but also a character that might just appear in single tntl bit, etc <3)

Bonus:

What are your top 3 fave sketches and/or TNTL bits? (or any other iconic bits, that come to mind)

fernie 💚

BONELESS 🦀

the chosen 🗡️

BARB ROSS!!! 🎨

dumpster wizard 🎩

bug 💙

john d. bad 🐺

bonus: THIS IS SO HARD DUDE HELLO?

tommy’s bit (jamie lee curtis replacement competition at 4:00) and shayne’s bit (the sassy leg infantry at 8:18) from this one

everyone’s silent bits in this one starting at time stamp 11:38 but especially olivia’s

honestly this compilation has a Lot of my faves so it’s easier to just link it lmao. i didn’t make it i just found it and Agreed 🙏

daughter it decays as we speak! i love chanse being a gothic mother

angela & jackie being high footlocker employees. i’m honestly so sad that this couldn’t become reoccurring characters since jackie left 💔 they could’ve had something real

#you: top 3 #me every time: i am not driven by NUMBERS. only MY LOVE #and especially this time. linking that comp gave you like a hundred bits afjdkd #i loooooove tntl so that was hard and i definitely forgot so so so many #anyway thank you as always #smoshblr december asks #wallpaper-inside-my-heart #answered

[taimio]

Unleashing the Secrets: A Comprehensive Guide on Cultivating Luscious Silk Squash

The Grow-Your-Own, self-sufficient lifestyle is becoming more popular every day, and for good reason. Who doesn’t want to spend less money and enjoy more time outside? Fortunately for homeowners who want to grow their produce without spending a fortune on seeds, home gardens are getting cheaper all the time. That’s why we bring you news of how you can grow your own homegrown Silk Squash plants from autumn onward. These plants are grown from asparagus-like rootstock that produces ferny foliage and sweet, edible fruits of pale green hue. Not only do they look striking but they taste great too. If you have a garden or yard at home that gets enough sunlight throughout the day, then growing your Silk Squishes may be right up your alley. Here’s everything you need to know about growing them... Silk Squash: Unraveling the Secrets of This Delicate Delight Silk squash, the exotic vegetable that has gained popularity in recent years due to its unique taste and delicate texture. But what exactly is silk squash? How do you grow it? And most importantly, how can you incorporate it into your culinary adventures? Join me on this journey as we delve into the fascinating world of silk squash and unlock the secrets behind its cultivation. First things first, let's address the elephant in the room. What is silk squash? Also known as silk gourd or Chinese okra, silk squash is a long, slender vegetable that belongs to the Cucurbitaceae family, just like its cousins, zucchini, and cucumber. However, what sets silk squash apart is its thin, tender skin and slightly sweet flavor, making it a delightful addition to any dish. Now that we have acquainted ourselves with this mysterious vegetable let's dive into the nitty-gritty of growing silk squash. Before you embark on your silk squash growing endeavor, there are a few things to consider. 1. Climate and Soil: Silk squash thrives in warm climates, preferring temperatures between 70°F and 85°F (21°C to 29°C). It requires a minimum of six hours of sunlight daily, so find a sunny spot in your garden to plant your seeds. As for the soil, silk squash demands well-drained soil rich in organic matter. Prepare the soil beforehand by adding compost or aged manure to provide the necessary nutrients for healthy growth. 2. Seed Selection and Germination: To successfully grow silk squash, start by selecting high-quality seeds from a reputable supplier. Look for seeds that are plump, firm, and free from any signs of damage or decay. Before planting, soak the seeds overnight to encourage germination. Once the seeds have swollen, plant them 1 inch deep in well-prepared soil, spacing them around 12 to 18 inches apart. 3. Watering and Fertilizing: Silk squash is a thirsty plant, so ensure it receives ample water throughout its growing cycle. Water the plants deeply, allowing the soil to dry out slightly between waterings. Avoid overwatering, as it may lead to root rot. Additionally, silk squash benefits from regular fertilization. Apply a balanced organic fertilizer every three to four weeks to promote vigorous growth and a bountiful harvest. 4. Trellising and Support: Due to the vining nature of silk squash, providing trellises or support is crucial for proper growth and to save space in your garden. Install trellises or stakes when the plants are still young to help them climb and provide ample support for the developing fruit. This will also help prevent the squash from resting on the ground, reducing the risk of rot and pest damage. 5. Pest and Disease Management: Silk squash, like many other cucurbits, can fall victim to pests and diseases. Keep a close eye on your plants and promptly address any issues that arise. Common pests include aphids and squash bugs, which can be managed through organic pest control methods or by introducing beneficial insects such as ladybugs or praying mantises. As for diseases, powdery mildew and bacterial wilt can be prevented by ensuring adequate air circulation and avoiding overhead watering. Now that you're equipped with the knowledge to grow silk squash successfully, let's move on to the exciting part: incorporating this delectable vegetable into your culinary repertoire. Silk squash is incredibly versatile and can be used in various dishes, adding a unique touch to your meals. 1. Stir-fries and Sautes: Silk squash shines in stir-fries and sautes, where its delicate taste and tender texture can truly stand out. Slice it thinly and toss it into your favorite stir-fry recipe for a delightful crunch and a burst of flavor. Combine it with other vegetables like bell peppers, mushrooms, and snap peas for a colorful and nutritious dish. 2. Stuffed Silk Squash: Another creative way to enjoy silk squash is by stuffing it with a flavorful filling. Scoop out the seeds and pulp from the center of the squash, leaving a hollow cavity. Stuff it with a mixture of cooked rice, ground meat, herbs, and spices, and bake it until the filling is cooked through and the squash is tender. This dish is sure to impress your guests and add a touch of elegance to your table. 3. Silk Squash Fritters: For a delectable and crispy treat, try making silk squash fritters. Grate the squash and combine it with flour, eggs, herbs, and spices to form a batter. Drop spoonfuls of the batter into hot oil and fry until golden brown. Serve these fritters as an appetizer or alongside a main course for a delightful twist on traditional fritters. 4. Pickled Silk Squash: Preserving silk squash through pickling is a wonderful way to enjoy its unique flavor year-round. Slice the squash into thin rounds or julienne strips and pack them into sterilized jars. Prepare a pickling liquid by combining vinegar, water, sugar, and spices, and pour it over the squash. Seal the jars and let them sit for a few weeks to allow the flavors to meld. These pickled silk squash slices make a tangy and refreshing addition to salads, sandwiches, or even as a standalone snack. In conclusion, silk squash is a captivating vegetable with a myriad of possibilities. Whether you decide to grow it yourself or seek it out at your local farmer's market, exploring the world of silk squash will undoubtedly add a touch of excellence to your culinary adventures. So go ahead, give silk squash a try, and unlock the secrets of this delicate delight. Learn more about gardening with Taim.io!

#Growing Silk Squash

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Wayla Kammathep เวลากามเทพ I Tre, Ferny

    Title: เวลากามเทพ / Wayla Kammathep Also known as: The Love Proposal / Cupid Time Duration: 15 Episodes Genre: Drama/Romance Popularity: top rated/low rated/failure Air time: Wednesday-Thursday Broadcast network: ONEHD Broadcast period: March 23, 2022 — May 18, 2022 Theme song: เวลา – Wila by Pop Pongkool ครั้งที่ร้อย – Krang Thee Roy by Pramote Vilepana แค่เรา – Khae Rao by…

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[goalhofer]

Canadian Daily Low Temperature Records Tied/Broken 12/23/22

Cold Lake, Alberta: -41 (previous record -39 1983)

Unincorporated Parkland County, Alberta: -36 (previous record -28 1996)

Picture Butte, Alberta: -33 (previous record -21 2008)

Agassiz, British Columbia: 14 (previous record 15 1996)

Unincorporated Central Kootenay District, B.C.: 1 (previous record 8 1998)

Fernie, British Columbia: -25 (previous record -18 1998)

Ft. Steele Heritage Site, British Columbia: -36 (previous record -24 1983)

Unincorporated Fraser Valley District, B.C.: -14 (previous record 1 1996)

Kimberley, British Columbia: -22 (previous record -17 1998)

Unincorporated Northern Rockies Municipality, B.C.: -43 (previous record -40 1980)

Pacific Rim National Park Reserve Of Canada, B.C.: 25 (previous record 27 1990)

Peachland, British Columbia: -6 (previous record 0 1983)

Summerland, British Columbia: -1 (also -1 2008)

Unincorporated Thompson-Nicola District, B.C.: -31 (previous record -18 1983)

Unincorporated Thompson-Nicola District, B.C.: -14 (previous record -12 2008)

White Rock, British Columbia: 19 (previous record 20 1948)

Nahanni National Park Reserve, NWT: -46 (previous record -45 1976)

Unincorporated Victory Municipality, Saskatchewan: -39 (also -39 1983)

Dawson, Yukon: -53 (previous record -49 1992)

#Canada #British Columbia #1990s #1940s #1980s #Yukon #Northwest Territories #1970s #Alberta #Saskatchewan #Crazy Things

[live-the-fangirl-life]

The Last One

The Court - Throne of Glass x FRIENDS - Fic Series

S10, E17/18 : Rowan, after realizing he's still in love with Aelin, chases her down, refusing to let her go. Meanwhile, Elide and Lorcan welcome their baby...or babies, into the world.

Episode chosen for Rowaelin Month 2021. Day 12: Delayed Love Confession

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Warnings: Language, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Birth

7860 words

*******

Rowan woke up to the bed shifting. He cracked an eye open, still cloudy with sleep, and watched Aelin sit on the opposite edge while she pulled her shirt over her head, concealing the bare expanse of her back.

“Hey.” He croaked, voice still rough.

She turned and gave him a soft smile, whispering, “Go back to sleep, I have to go home.”

Rowan wanted nothing more than for Aelin to never leave his bed, but he knew she had things to do so instead he said, “Oh, okay.” He reached a hand across the sheets and grabbed hers, “Last night was amazing.”

She finished putting on one of her shoes and looked back at him with that same soft smile, “It really was.”

Rowan tried to read the emotions that flashed across her face but then she was standing and bending over to draw him into one last kiss. Her palm rested on his cheek while his gently cupped the back of her head before they pulled away. Rowan kept his eyes on Aelin as she left his room and he didn’t fall back onto his pillow until he heard the sound of his apartment door clicking shut behind her.

***

Elide was scared. Scratch that—terrified. Elide was terrified, but she kept her calm as best as she could while she held Asterin’s hand.

Elide had thanked all the gods she could name for Asterin coming into her and Lorcan’s lives. After getting married and enjoying the first few months of bliss, she and Lorcan decided to try having a baby, but after months of negative pregnancy tests and too many doctors visits, they were told it likely would never happen for them. Devastated, they thought through their options and settled on adoption. But even then, they knew it would take some time.

Elide remembered some afternoons spending hours sitting by the phone desperately hoping it would ring and be someone from the adoption agency to tell them they’d been picked. When they’d finally gotten the call and met Asterin, a young woman who was looking for the perfect parents for her baby, they knew it was meant to be.

Now, standing in the delivery room, Elide held Asterin’s hand as the woman powered through another contraction.

“Breathe, breathe, breathe,” Elide coached encouragingly, “good.”

“Are you fully taking over, or do I get to say breathe?” Lorcan asked as he walked to Elide’s side beside the bed.

She scoffed and tilted her head to meet his eyes. “No. Last time, you said it like a sociopath, and it creeped her out.” She turned back towards Asterin who looked tired, “Can I get you anything? Ice chips?”

“No,” Asterin shook her head, “I’m okay.”

Elide nodded and smiled, “Alright, I’ll be right back.”

As she started to walk out of the room, Lorcan’s hand shot out and gripped her elbow, stopping her.

“Where are you going?” He asked. She could almost detect a hint of nerves as he spoke.

Elide raised a brow, “To the bathroom.”

Lorcan lowered his voice so that only Elide could hear. “You can't leave me alone with her.”

“What?” She asked incredulously.

Lorcan ran a hand through his long hair, and now she could definitely see nervousness etched across his face. “This is exactly the kind of social situation that I am not comfortable with” he grumbled.

Elide snorted, “What kind of social situation are you comfortable with?”

He leveled a stare at her. “It's just that we've never spent any time, you know, alone together.”

Elide rolled her eyes at her husband, “You’ll be fine,” she took a step and turned back, giving him a small smirk, “No, you won't, but I'll be back in two minutes.”

Lorcan sighed but grumbled okay.

He walked back over to the woman lying in the hospital bed, trying his best to seem calm, but by the grimace she shot him, he wasn't doing a very good job.

“So, uh,” He grasped for something to say, “any plans for the summer?”

“I don't know, maybe travel? I wanna do some flying again.”

Lorcan hummed, still not sure what to say. If Elide had still been in the room, she’d have laughed at how ridiculous he looked. Standing well above six feet, with his hands fidgeting and swaying on his toes from being so uncomfortable in the moment.

“So, you ever wonder which is worse, you know; going through labor or getting kicked in the nuts?” Lorcan asked the first thing that came to mind and immediately regretted it. He should've just kept his mouth shut.

“What?” Asterin asked, her eyebrows scrunching in disbelief.

“I mean, uh,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “One of life's great, unanswerable questions. I mean, who knows? Maybe there's something even more painful than those things?” Lorcan cringed and suggested, “like this.”

***

Lysandra walked into Fenrys’ apartment to see him holding two small fuzzy animals.

“Good morning,” She said hesitantly.

“Hey!” Fenrys grinned, lifting up the creatures.

“What's that?” Aedion asked, following Lysandra into the room.

Fenrys grinned, “It's my house-warming present for Elide and Lorcan.”

Lysandra and Aedion shared a look.

“It's a baby chick and duck,” Lysandra said, unnecessarily. “You know they’re living in the suburbs right?”

“Uh-huh,” Fenrys nodded, “And I named them Chick Jr. and Duck Jr.”

Aedion snorted, “I didn’t see that coming.”

“Yeah, I figure they'll love it at the new house, you know?” Fenrys set the animals down, “It has that big backyard. And then, when they get old, they can go to that special farm that Lorcan took the other chick and duck to.”

Lysandra raised a brow at Fenrys and hummed, unable to say what she actually wanted to say.

Aedion barely held in a grin as he nodded sagely to Lysandra and mocked, “Yeah. It's a shame people can't visit there.”

Fenrys was cut off as Rowan showed up and joined them in the apartment,

“Guess what?” Lysandra whirled on Rowan, smiling, “we’re almost all aunties and uncles!”

“What?” Rowan asked, confused.

“Yeah,” Fenrys said, “Asterin went into labor last night. Elide and Lorcan are at the hospital right now!”

“Oh, my gods.” Rowan grinned at the thought of a massive Lorcan holding a tiny baby. He shook his head, glancing around, “Is Aelin here?”

Fenrys glanced towards Aelin’s room, “Uh, I think she's still asleep. Hey, how did it go with you guys last night? She seemed pretty pissed at you.”

Rowan couldn’t—wouldn’t—suppress his smile as he thought about the night before. Being with Aelin again was better than he remembered, and he cursed himself for all the time they’d missed out on.

“Yeah, we, uh, we worked things out.”

Lysandra’s eyes widened as she watched him, “What's that smile? Did something happen with you two?”

Rowan chuckled, “Hey, I'm not one to kiss and tell,” then he muttered, “but I'm also not one to have sex and shut up.”

Apparentally, his last words weren't as quiet as he thought.

Aedion groaned, wincing “Dude, that's my cousin.”

Rowan ignored Aedion as Fernys laughed, “Oh my gods, You and Aelin?”

“I know, it's great.” Rowan didn't think his grin could get any wider.

Lysandra hugged him, squealing, “So what does that mean? Are you guys getting back together?”

“I…” He trailed off, frowning. They hadn’t actually talked about it before Aelin had left earlier that morning. “I don't know. We didn't really get to talk about it.”

“But do you wanna get back together?” She pushed.

Rowan didn’t hesitate as he said with certainty, “Yeah, I do. it just felt so right. When I was holding her, I mean, I never wanted to let her go. I want to be together.”

Lysandra, Aedion, and Ferys all had matching smiles as they listened to Rowan.

Then Fenrys spoke up and Rowan felt himself deflate.

“So is she still going to Paris?” He asked, still holding the small animals.

Rowan had been so caught up in the happiness of last night and that morning that he’d completely forgot the reason why he and Aelin had been so emotionally worked up their argument caused the tension to finally snap, leading them to spend the night together.

Aelin had been offered an amazing job. A perfect job. Perfect, except for the fact that it was in Paris and not New York

She'd had said goodbye to each of their friends. Except him. She’d cried and laughed and reminisced with all of them. Except for Rowan.

He’d been so upset, so angry. How could Aelin not have anything to say to him, after all these years, after all they’d been through?

When he’d confronted her, she’d told him, devastated, “If you think I didn't say goodbye to you because you don't mean as much to me as everybody else, you're wrong. It's because you mean more to me.”

He’d stopped her, not needing to hear anymore as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in for a searing kiss. She’d been shocked, unprepared for Rowan’s actions. She’d stepped away, searching his face, before pulling him towards her and kissing him again.

Gods, how could he have forgotten that she was leaving?

“Wow, I hadn't thought of that. I hope not.” Rowan didn't know how he would deal with Aelin leaving now. He’d just realized that he still loved her, and now he might lose her. But how could he expect her, or ask her, to stay? What kind of person would that make him? A desperate one? A man in love? Or an overreaching, entitled one who thought he could step in the way of one of the best opportunities she'd ever been given?

He would have to talk to her before he spiraled any further.

“Oh, this is so great!” Lysandra exclaimed, unaware of Rowan’s churning thoughts, “You guys might get back together, Elide and Lorcan are getting their baby, and there are chicks and ducks in the world again!

They all looked towards the sound of a door opening to see Aelin emerge from her room.

“Good morning,” She smiled at them and ignored the pointed looks and wiggling eyebrows of her friends.

“Hey,” Rowan smiled at her.

She walked up to him and greeted him quietly, “Hey.”

“How’d you sleep?”

She smiled, “Good, you?”

He matched her grin, “Good.”

Fenrys snorted, “I bet you did!”

Aelin flipped him off, shooing him, Lysandra, and Aedion away. Once they’d left, Rowan cupped her face and swooped down to kiss her. It felt like coming home.

When they broke apart, they both wore soft smiles.

“Last night was wonderful,” Aelin told him, rubbing a hand down his arm.

“Yeah, it was.”

She kept her eyes on his as she told him, “I woke up today with the biggest smile on my face.”

He tried to keep the satisfaction off his face but failed and she huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes before softening her features again.

“I know, me too,” Rowan told her, moving one thumb to brush along her cheek. “It was...you know, it was like one of those things you think is never gonna happen, and then it does, and it's everything you want it to be.”

She nodded, “I know,” Aelin leaned up to press another soft kiss to his lips before pulling him into a hug to say into his ear, “it was just the perfect way to say goodbye.”

In that moment, at her words, Rowan felt like his heart shattered into a million little pieces.

***

The hospital room buzzed with excitement.

“It's just a little bit more, honey.” Elide held Asterin’s hand as the young woman pushed again.

She sobbed, more in frustration than anything else “Help me! This hurts!”

Lorcan stood a step back and asked, “Is it really that bad?”

Both women glared at him with a ferocity that made him want to be swallowed up by a hole in the ground.

“Yeah,” Asterin answered through gritted teeth, “I think it's time to kick you in the nuts and see which is worse!”

Elide sighed as she was reminded of the words Lorcan reluctantly relayed to her earlier. She looked back at him, “No tact.”

The doctor cleared his throat, drawing all their attention towards him, “The baby's head is crowning.”

“Oh my God!” Elide cried, walking around to see, “That is the most beautiful top of a head I have ever seen! Lorcan, you have to see this!”

Lorcan had never looked more uncomfortable. “I'm okay.”

Elide whirled on him, “Lorcan, you don't wanna miss this. This is the birth of your child!”

His child. The words rang through him and sparked some sense of resolve. He shook himself of his discomfort, outwardly at least, and stepped up behind Elide to see what she was seeing.

“Wow.” He murmured reverently, “Disgusting.”

Elide scoffed but Loracn gripped her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

“Here we go,” The doctor said, glancing back up at Asterin “Start pushing.”

A shill cry broke through the air and Elide and Lorcan watched as the doctor held up a beautiful little baby. When Elide ripped her eyes away from the infant as the nurses cleaned it, she looked up to find Lorcan already staring at her with tears in his eyes. They didn’t have to say anything, they both felt the same overwhelming sense of love.

“It’s a boy.” The doctor said, leaning back and adjusting his gloves.

“A...a boy!” Elide beamed at Lorcan as he stood open-mouthed before showing her the widest smile she’d ever seen on the man.

“A boy.” He breathed.

“Oh, you did it!” Elide went back to Asterin’s head and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She leaned closer to the girl and whispered, “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Asterin smiled at them both, “I'm really happy for you guys.”

“How do you feel?” Lorcan asked.

She sighed, “So tired.”

The doctor sat back into position, saying, “Well, you don't have that much time to relax. The other one will be along in a minute.”

The hand Lorcan had been rubbing down Elide’s back froze, as did both of their breathing as they slowly turned to face the doctor with eyebrows up to their hairlines.

“I’m sorry,” Elide said slowly, aware that Lorcan hadn’t resumed breathing yet, “who should be along in a what now?”

The doctor gave them a weird look, “The next baby should be along in a minute.”

“One.” Lorcan finally regained his ability to speak. “One baby. We signed up for one baby.”

“You know it's twins, right?” The doctor asked slowly

Elide laughed hysterically, “Oh, yeah! These are the faces of two people in the know!”

“I…” The doctor trailed off, “I can't believe you didn't know it's twins! This has never happened before.”

“Oh wow,” Loracn snorted incredulously, “That makes me feel so much better.” He ran an agitated hand through his hair.

“Wait,” Elide faced the doctor, “did you know it was twins?”

He nodded slowly, “Yeah, it's here in the paperwork we got from the clinic.”

Elide then spun around to Asterin, “Anybody tell you?”

Asterin furrowed her brows, “I don't think so. Not explicitly.” she insisted. “they did mention something about two heartbeats. But I thought that was just mine and the baby's. They kept saying both heartbeats are really strong, and I thought well, that's good 'cause I'm having a baby.”

Elide let out a shaky breath trying to wrap her mind around what was happening. “This is unbelievable.”

Lorcan gripped Elide’s arm and tugged into the corner of the room. “Can I see you for a second?”

Elide had never in her life seen Lorcan look more unsure of what to do. His hands were shaky as he gripped hers. “What do we do?”

She took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes. “What do you mean what do we do?”

“Twins.” He stated urgently, “Twins!”

Seeing Lorcan so frazzled oddly calmed Elide down. “Lorcan, you’re panicking.”

“I sure as fuck am, join me!”

She cracked a half-smile, “Lorcan, take a breath, it’s going to be okay.”

“Elide, we are not ready to have two babies!” his eyes were still wide in shock and fear.

“That doesn’t matter!” she hissed, grabbing his arms and making him focus on her. “We have waited so long for this. I don't care if it's two babies. I don't care if it's three babies! We are taking them home because they are our children!”

Lorcan’s face softened and she watched as a steady resolve found its way across his face and through his body. They took a breath together and he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead gently. When he pulled away, he had a small smile reserved only for her. “Okay.”

“Okay,” she repeated, her arms still wrapped around him.

“Okay.”

“Okay!”

“Okay!” he laughed, and this time it wasn’t fear clouding the sound, but joy.

“It looks like we're about ready over here.” the doctor called, and Elide and Lorcan walked back towards Asterin.

When another cry sounded, the doctor lifted the second baby, declaring, “It’s a girl.”

“A girl?” Lorcan asked quietly, a smile growing.

“Indeed.” The doctor replied, passing her to be cleaned up.

Spinning towards Elide, Lorcan said excitedly, “Well now we have two different ones!” then he whirled back to the doctor and put on his stoniest glare, “And that's enough!”

***

Lysandra, Aedion, Fenrys, and Rowan sat in the coffee house, Cadre Coffee, as Rowan told them what Aelin had said earlier.

“And then she hugged me and said it was the perfect way to say goodbye.” Even repeating it now, felt like chewing on broken glass.

“What did you say?” Fenrys pried.

Rowan sputtered, “Nothing. What do you say to that?” What could he say to that?

“Rowan,” Lysandra pleaded, “you've got to tell her how you feel.”

“I can’t do that to her.” He sighed, defeated. “I can’t lay that on her right before she’s supposed to leave.”

“Rowan,” Aedion leaned forward, making sure he held the silver-haired man’s attention, “Aelin doesn't know that you wanna get back together. If she did, she might feel differently. She might not even go.”

“You really think so?” he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Just then, Aelin breezed into the coffee shop.

“Hi, guys!” She waved before walking up the counter.

Rowan watched her a moment. “Alright, you know what? You're right. I should at least tell her how I feel.” He could do that. He had to do that.

"Rowan, wait!" Fenrys called from behind him.

Rowan spun around, "What?"

Fenrys grinned, "Can you get me a muffin?"

Rowan gave him a one-finger response and took a step towards Aelin.

“Aelin?” Nox, the barista who’d worked at the coffee house for as long as any of them could remember, got her attention.

“Yeah?”

“I know you’re leaving tonight, but I just have to tell you. I love you.”

Rowan stood frozen in place, mouth open, as he watched the scene unfold.

“I... I don't know if that changes your plans at all, but I thought you should know.” Nox nodded earnestly.

“Nox, Oh,” She placed a hand on his shoulder, “I love you too. Probably not in the same way, but I do. And, and when I'm in a café, having coffee, I'll think of you.” She kissed his cheek before waving towards the group and leaving the coffee house.

Rowan sat down, meeting the shocked gazes of his friends. “Oh, my gods!”

Lysandra snorted, “Unbelievable!”

"Hey," Fenrys leaned forward, "you know what might help?"

Rowan glared at him and scoffed, "I'm not getting you a muffin!"

***

“We're going to take Asterin to recovery now.” The nurse told Elide and Lorcan as they each held one of their babies.

“Oh wait,” Elide caught Asterin’s hand, “There's something that we want to tell you. We decided to name the girl-baby Asterin.”

She smiled, “Oh, that’s just like my name!”

Elide held in a laugh. It was clear Asterin was either still on some medications or just very, very tired.

“Okay,” the blonde woman said, “I'm gonna go and get some rest. I'm really glad I picked you guys. You're gonna make great parents. Even Lorcan.”

Despite his eye roll, Elide saw the pride and gratitude in Lorcan’s eyes.

“Bye, Asterin.” Elide called as she was pushed out of the delivery room.

“Bye.”

Moving closer to Lorcan, Elide cooed, “Oh look at all their teeny fingers and toes.”

“I know,” he smiled widely, making him look younger, “You ready to trade?”

“Okay!” They tried maneuvering a few different ways but eventually gave up. Switching babies when you only have two hands is not an easy feat. “Alright, let’s see…”

“Maybe later?” he suggested.

“Perfect.”

***

At Elide and Lorcan’s apartment, Lysandra found Fenrys hunched over the coffee table.

“Hey, what are you working on?” She asked, walking into the living room.

He grinned, “It’s a ‘Welcome Home’ sign for the baby.” He held up the large sign which read Welcome Home Baby in red paint beside a funky-shaped red blob.

“Uh,” Lysandra squinted, “Is that supposed to be the baby?”

Fenrys rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “No, I sat in the paint.”

She snorted just as Rowan walked in.

“Hey,” He nodded at them.

“Hey, so did you talk to Aelin?” Lysandra asked.

Rowan ran his hand through his hair and sighed, “No, and I'm not going to.”

“What?” Lysandra asked incredulously at the same time Fenrys jumped up and asked, “Why not?”

Rowan dropped into a seat at the kitchen table. “Because she's just going to shoot me down. You guys saw what happened with Nox.”

Lysandra scoffed and lightly hit him upside the head. “How can you compare yourself to Nox? I mean, sure, he's sexy in a more obvious way.” She smirked as Rowan glared. “You have a relationship with her, you slept together last night. For gods’ sake, you’re Rowan and Aelin! You’re Rowaelin!”

Rowan huffed, standing up, and told her harshly, “Yeah, and she still wants to go! It's pretty clear where her head is at.” He sighed, shoulders slumping. “Look, even if I were going to tell her, I don't have to do it now. Okay? I'll be seeing her again. We've got time.”

“Gods, Rowan!” Lysandra tried to make him see reason. “No, you don't! She's going to Paris! She is going to meet somebody. Do you know how many hot guys there are in Paris?”

The door opened before Rowan could get another word in and Aedion strode in carrying a rolled-up paper.

“Hey,” He said as he walked over to Lysandra to kiss her before setting the paper on the table.

“Hey, babe,” Lysandra smiled. “Whatcha got?”

“Oh,” Aedion brightened and unrolled the piece of paper. “I made a little something. If I had more time to work on it, it'd be better, but.” He shrugged, revealing a precisely drawn sign reading Welcome to the World, Baby Lochan.

“Damn, Ashryver,” Rowan nodded appreciatively “that’s really good.”

Fenrys scoffed, still standing next to his sign, and rolled his eyes, grumbling, “You know, the baby can't read, Aedion.”

Lysandra laughed as Aelin opened the door and strode in.

“Hi. You guys, my car just got here,” she said dejectedly. “I can't believe they're not home yet! I have to catch my stupid plane. I wanna see the baby!”

Fenrys spoke up, “Elide called a few minutes ago from the car. She said they should be here any minute. And apparently, there's some big surprise?”

As if on cue, Elide carefully pushed the door open and stepped inside carrying a small baby.

Aelin couldn’t hold in her gasp and none of them tried to hide the misting in their eyes.

“Oh, my gods!” Aelin beamed as she walked to Elide, resting a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, El!” Lysandra gushed, rushing forward.

“So tiny,” Rowan murmured, coming up next to Elide as Fernys and Aedion joined the small group, too.

They turned as they heard another set of footsteps enter, turning to see Lorcan walk in carrying his own small bundle.

“Oh!”

“What the—”

“What?”

“Oh, my gods!”

“Holy sh—”

Five different exclamations happened simultaneously as all their eyes darted between the two babies.

Rowan shook himself and clasped Lorcan on the shoulder, “Okay, awkward question. The hospital knows you took two, right?”

Lorcan glared at Rowan but neither man could keep the grins off their faces as they looked down at the infants.

“Yes, Whitethorn, it’s twins.”

“They’re precious,” Lysandra cooed, making funny faces at the one in Elide’s arms. Aelin, having said hello to that baby, stepped next to Rowan to gaze down at the one Lorcan held.

“This is a boy,” Elide told them, gesturing to the one she held. “And that’s a girl,” she nodded to Lorcan’s.

“Her name is Asterin,” Lorcan told them, not looking away from his daughter’s face.

“Oh, hey, that pregnant lady’s name was Asterin.” Fenrys nodded.

Aedion snorted, “It’s a shame you two didn’t spend more time together.”

Aelin aww’d and patted Lorcan’s arm, the two of them sharing a rare, warm smile.

“The boy we named Cal, after my dad.”

“Oh, you guys,” Aelin whined, “I can't believe this. But I have to leave now, or I'm gonna miss my plane."

“I’m just so glad you got to meet them,” Elide said, watery, pulling Aelin into a hug.

“Me, too,” Aelin told her. “I'm just sorry I'm not gonna be around to watch you two attempt to handle this! Alright, I can't say goodbye to you guys again. I love you all so much.”

I love yous were exchanged and Aelin walked to the door.

“Rowan?” She caught his eye, “come here.”

He nodded and followed her into the hall, shutting the apartment door behind him.

“Rowan, I,” She paused, grabbing his hands and looking into his face with such genuine sadness it made his heart crack and made him want to pull her into his arms and not let go. She took a breath and continued, “I just want you to know, last night...I'll never forget it.”

He cleared his throat, willing the lump in it to disappear. “Neither will I.”

He cupped her cheek and she leaned into the touch. Aelin pulled him in for a hug, holding on tight. When she pulled away, Rowan used every ounce of strength to unwrap his arms from her body, to step away as she walked down the hall and away from him.

When Rowan walked back into the apartment, Lysandra sat next to him and asked, “So, you just let her go?”

Rowan couldn’t reply, he just replayed the last two days over in his head.

“Maybe that's for the best.” Fenrys chimed in, taking up the empty chair. “You know? You just... Look, you gotta... You gotta think about last night the way she does, okay? Maybe sleeping together was the perfect way to say goodbye?"

Lysandra groaned, “But now she'll never know how he feels!”

Aedion walked over and said not unkindly, “Maybe that's okay. You know? Maybe, maybe it’s better this way? I mean, now you can move on. I mean, you've been trying to for so long, maybe now that you're on different continents…”

They kept talking but all Rowan could hear was a buzzing in his head.

“I don’t want to move on.”

He said it quietly but they all stopped talking and looked at him.

“What?” Aedion asked, unsure he heard Rowan correctly.

“I don’t.” Rowan shook his head and stood up. “I want to be with her.”

“Really?” Fenrys asked, excitedly

“Of course really!” Lysandra answered for him.

Rowan kept nodding. “Yeah, I’m gonna go after her. I have to.”

“Yeah, you are!” Lorcan cheered from the living room. Rowan didn’t even have time to find his friend’s enthusiasm funny.

“Finally!” Elide added her own cheer, smiling between Rowan and the babies.

“Come on,” Lysandra urged, standing up and following Rowan to the door. “My car’s downstairs, I’ll drive you to the airport.”

“Okay!” Rowan faced his friends again, “wish me luck!”

A chorus of Good Lucks followed him out the door.

***

“Hey,” Fenrys called excitedly to Lorcan and Eide once Rowan and Lysandra had left, “can I give you guys your house-warming present now?”

The couple shared an amused look before Elide told him, “Now, that you can do.”

“Great! Hang on a minute.” Fenrys left their apartment to walk across the hall to his.

“Okay, my little feather babies where are you?” he muttered as he caught sight of the empty box he’d put them in earlier. “Oh shit.”

He hastily looked in the kitchen, living room, and bedrooms. “Chick Jr? Duck Jr?” he called, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “Don’t hide from mama!”

***

“Lysandra, slow down!” Rowan urged as they almost took out a bicyclist.

She rolled her eyes, “Do you wanna get to Aelin in time?

“Of course I do, but I want to be alive to do it.”

Lysandra huffed at his dramatics but eased up on the gas. Slightly.

Finally arriving at the airport, Rowan and Lysandra rushed past the hoards of people, trying to maneuver their way towards Aelin.

“Rowan!” Lysandra called as he made to run down the hallway. “Where are you going?”

“To talk to Aelin.” Obviously.

“What?” She grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the ticket counter. “What, are you just gonna walk up to her at the gate? Have you never chased anyone through the airport before?”

“Not since the last time I chased the love of my life—no I haven’t Lys!”

She rolled her eyes as she kept dragging him away from the terminals. “You have to get a ticket to get past security, Idiot.”

Oh, right.

“Shit, we’re never gonna make it.” he hissed as they got caught behind the human embodiments of snails on their way to the counter.

***

“Miss, your boarding pass, please.” The gate attendant asked Aelin as she approached.

“Right, of course.” She dug through her purse then frowned, not seeing it. Flashing an apologetic smile to the people behind her, she took her purse off her shoulder and rummaged through it frantically. “Shit, shit, shit.”

The attendant cleared his throat. “Your boarding pass.”

Internally cringing, she put on her most charming smile. “You know, I had it,” she forced a chuckle, “Oh, you wouldn’t believe this—”

He looked unimpressed. “Miss, if you don't have your boarding pass—”

“I have it, I have it! Okay, I don’t have it, but I remember that I was in seat 32C,” she leaned in closer and winked, “because that’s my bra size.”

He sighed again. “Miss, you must have your boarding pass.”

Aelin huffed and stepped out of the line. “Okay, fine! But you know what? If I was in 36D, we would not be having this problem.”

Muttering to herself, Aelin scoured all her bags, finally brandishing the ticket and rushing back to the counter. “Here it is!”

***

Finally getting up to the ticket counter, Rowan slammed down his wallet, demanding, “I need a ticket.”

Lysandra pouted. “Just one? I drive you all the way down here, and I don't get to see how it works out?”

“Fine, fine,” he corrected irritatedly, “two tickets, I need two tickets.”

Lysandra sighed dramatically and leaned into Rowan, giving him her most overexaggerated doe-eyes. “We're on our honeymoon” she stage-whispered to the woman behind the computer.

The ticket agent merely raised a manicured brow and asked, “Destination?”

Rowan already had his credit card ready, “whatever’s cheapest.”

Lysandra sighed again, “I’m so lucky.”

Rowan leveled a glare at her and she tried not to laugh.

Once inside the terminal, Rowan sprinted toward the first departure timetable he could find. “Okay, flight 421 to Paris. I don't see it, do you see it?”

Lysandra stood next to him, eyes scanning the board. “No, did we miss it?”

“No, no, no. That's impossible,” Rowan told her. “It doesn't leave for another 20 minutes.”

“Maybe we have the flight number wrong? Hang on, let me call Elide.”

She stepped aside, impatiently waiting for Elide to pick up her phone.

“Hello?” the new mom answered.

“Hey! It’s me. Here’s Rowan.” Then she thrust the phone into Rowan’s hand.

“Elide, do you—”

“Oh, my gods, Rowan, wait until you hear the cute little noises the twins are making. Listen.”

“What? No, Elide.” Rowan cursed as he heard unintelligible baby sounds. “Elide, Elide, Elide, Elide—”

“Oh sorry,” she said, “They were doing it before.”

“Elide! Listen, please. I need Aelin’s flight information.”

“Oh, sure, hang on.” he could hear ruffling paper as he paced back and forth. “Here it is, it's flight 421. Leaves at 8:40.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, its not on the board.

“Flight 421,” Elide repeated, “leaves at 8:40, Newark airport.”

Rowan froze, his heart sinking. “What?”

“Newark airport.” Elide gasped. “Where are you?”

But she already knew the answer.

“JFK.” he breathed, utterly defeated.

***

If Rowan wasn’t so upset, he would be fearing for his life as Lysandra sped through the streets at breakneck speed.

“Lysandra, forget it, okay? Newark is like an hour away. There's no way we're gonna make it in time.”

“She’s got her phone,” Lysandra braved a glance at him, narrowly avoiding another car, "you could call her.”

Rowan scoffed, “I am not doing this over the phone.”

“You don’t have any other choice!” She insisted before reaching for her own phone and calling Aelin.

It rang once. Twice.

“Hello? Lys?” Aelin’s voice rings out from the speaker and it was like a tether Rowan desperately wanted to hold onto.

“Aelin?” Lysandra answered, relieved. “oh, good. Hey, by the way, did you just get on the plane?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Leaning over, Lysandra hissed, “For what it's worth, we would have caught her if we were at the right airport.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Rowan sniped.

“Uh, Ae, hang on,” she tried pushing the phone into Rowan’s hand but he adamantly refused to do this without being able to look Aelin in the eye.

“Lys? Is everything okay?” Aelin asked, worriedly.

Glaring at Rowan, Lysandra struggled to find a reason for calling. “Uhm, actually no. No, you've...you have to get off the plane.”

“What? Why?” Aelin sounded bewildered.

“I just,” Lysandra sighed, shooting another glare at Rowan, “I have this feeling that something's wrong with it. Something is wrong with the, uh,” she paused again before snapping her fingers and declaring, “with the left phalange.”

“Lys, babe, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with the plane. Look, I have to go. I love you, and I will call you the minute I get to Paris.”

***

On the plane, Aelin hung up the phone only to feel the man beside her tap insistently on her shoulder.

“What was that?” he asked, looking anxious.

“Oh,” Aelin waved a hand dismissively, “that was just my friend. She told me I should get off the plane because she had a feeling that there was something wrong with the left phalange.” She chuckled, sure it was just Lysandra’s way of finding an excuse to talk to her again before the flight took off.

But the man started to fidget. “Okay, that doesn't sound good.”

“I wouldn't worry about it.” Aelin again waved him off, “She's always coming up with stuff like this, and you know what? She's almost never right.”

“But she is sometimes?”

“Well…” Aelin trailed off, thinking about all the things Lysandra has had an intuition about.

Her hesitation was apparently enough to send her seatmate into a tail-spin because he instantly got up and tried to grab his suitcase, only for the flight attendant to stop him.

“Excuse me, sir, where are you going?” The woman asked, curtly.

“I have to get off this plane, okay?” he insisted, then gestured towards a wide-eyed Aelin. “Her friend has a feeling something's wrong with the left phalange.”

He said it loud enough that other passengers began to panic, while Aelin sheepishly shrugged at the annoyed flight attendant.

“There is nothing wrong with the plane, sir.”

He finally got his bag down and cried, “The left phalange!”

The attendant looked incredulously between the man and Aelin, “There is no phalange.”

“Oh my God. This plane doesn't even have a phalange!”

Aelin watched, wincing, as more passengers overheard and insisted they, too, get off the plane. Person after person marched out the aisle and soon Aelin loosed a long breath, “This is ridiculous,” she watched another two people leave. “Yeah, okay.”

Grabbing her own bag, she followed the crowd off the plane.

***

Rowan doubted he’d ever felt as frantic or desperate as he did right now.

He and Lysandra finally made it to Newark, bought another ticket, and raced to Aelin’s gate.

“Where is she?” He muttered, almost pulling out his hair with how forcefully he raked his hands through it.

“I don't see her,” Lysandra answered.

“Aelin!” Rowan shouted, not caring about the stares he garnered. “Aelin Galthynius!”

“Oh!” Lysandra gasped, pointing towards a crowd, “There she is!”

“Aelin!” He yelled again, pushing past people as he tried to run onto the boarding gate.

“Woah,” the gate attendant stopped Rowan, “excuse me, sir, do you have a boarding pass?”

“I just need to talk to someone,” he pleaded.

“I’m sorry, you cannot go any further without a boarding pass.”

“Gods, please, I just need—”

“AELIN!” Lysandra shrieked, getting everyone’s attention including a specific blonde who rushed back out the gate and stood gaping at Lysandra and Rowan.

“Oh my gods,” she looked back and forth between the two before her gaze locked and held with Rowan’s as she breathed, “What—what are you guys doing here?”

“All you,” Lysandra nudged Rowan then made herself scarce

“What? What is it?” Aelin demanded, pulling Rowan aside, “Rowan, you're scaring me. What's going on?”

“Aelin,” Rowan didn’t know where to start. “Okay, the thing is,” he trailed off again. How could he tell that he loved her? How could he wrap up ten years—more than that—of falling in love with her, even at times when he didn’t know it. How could he explain that to her?

“Rowan?”

He took a deep breath. “Don’t go.”

“What?” Aelin asked, shocked.

“Aelin, please, don’t leave. I am so gods damn in love with you. Please, don’t go.”

Aelin stood open-mouthed, her eyes shimmering with an emotion he didn’t dare name. “Oh, my gods.”

He groaned, “I know, I know. I’m an idiot and a bastard, and any other name you want to call me. I shouldn't have waited until now to say it, Hellas, I shouldn’t have waited until now to realize it, but,” he shook his head, locking his gaze with hers. “That was stupid, okay? I'm sorry, I’m so sorry, but I'm telling you now. I love you. I’m in love with you. Please, do not get on this plane.”

“Miss?” a throat cleared behind them, making Aelin blink and drag her watery eyes away from his. “Are you boarding the plane?”

“Aelin,” Rowan took her hand, urging her to stay, “Aelin, please. I know you love me, too. I know you do. Don’t go. Stay.”

“I,” Aelin looked between Rowan and the gate attendant with shock and regret etched across her face. “I have to get the plane,” she whispered.

“No, you don’t.” Rowan held tightly to her hand.

“Yes, I do.” despite her protests, she didn’t pull her hand away.

“No,” Rowan stepped closer, cupping her cheek and reveling in the fact that she leaned into his touch. “You don’t.”

“Rowan,” her words barely louder than a breath, “They're waiting for me, I can't do this right now, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

He couldn’t understand what was happening. Rowan couldn’t accept that she was walking away.

“Aelin.” he pleaded, one final time.

She took a shuddering breath. “I’m so sorry.”

Rowan stood unmoving, felt his breathing freeze and his heart cease beating if just for a moment as he watched Aelin walk away from him and board the plane.

He wasn’t aware of people moving around him or of Lysandra coming to stand next to him before pulling him into a hug murmuring I’m sorry. He wasn’t aware of his surroundings as he walked towards Lysandra’s car or his walk back to his apartment. All he knew was that he’d just watched the love of his life walk away and there would soon be an ocean between them.

***

Lorcan sealed the last box of his and Elide’s things.

“Wow,” Elide sighed, looking around the bare apartment. “Everything’s packed.”

“It’s weird,” Lorcan replied, looking around the space he and their friends had occupied for so many years.

“I know.” She stood on her toes and he leaned down to meet her for a kiss.

“So, uh,” Fenrys spoke up from the kitchen, “does this mean there's nothing to eat?”

Elide snorted while Lorcam tried his best to reign in his smirk. Turning, Elide told him, “I put three lasagnas in your freezer.”

He beamed, “I love you!”

She chuckled as the door opened and Lysandra walked in.

“How’d it go?” Elide asked

“So did you guys make it in time?” Aedion spoke at the same time from his place against the fridge.

“Yeah,” Lysandra sighed, “Yeah, he talked to her, but she got on the plane anyway.”

“Where’s Rowan?” Lorcan asked her, knowing Rowan would be hiding away, brooding.

“He went home,” Lysandra frowned and leaned into Aedion’s embrace. “He didn't want to see anybody.”

***

Sitting on his couch, Rowan noticed his answering machine beeping. More out of muscle memory than an actual urge to listen, he pressed the button.

“Rowan, It’s me.”

Rowan jolted, a mess of emotion flying through him as he listened to Aelin's voice filter through his machine.

“I just got back on the plane. I feel awful. Gods, Rowan, that was so not how I wanted things to end with us.”

End. Rowan braced himself, he had to get through this message.

“It's just that I wasn't expecting to see you, and all of a sudden you're there and saying these things...and now I’m sitting here thinking of everything I should’ve said that I didn’t.”

Rowan heard her take a shuddering breath.

“I didn't even get to tell you that I love you too.”

His breath caught, and hope filled him for the first time since he’d been standing in front of her.

“Because of course, I do. I love you. I love you. Gods, Rowan, I love you.”

He held his breath, he almost couldn’t wrap his brain around what he was hearing, what he’d longed to hear.

“What am I doing? I love you! I need to get off this plane—”

“Oh my gods,” Rowan listened, wide-eyed as he heard Aelin argue with a flight attendant.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, but I need to get off this plane, okay? I need to tell Rowan I love him.”

“Miss, can't let you off the plane.”

“Let her off the plane!” Rowan screamed at his machine.

“Oh, please, you don’t understand. Isn’t there any way you can just let me off—”

Beeeeep.

The message ended and Rowan was left sitting on the edge of his sofa staring disbelievingly at his answering machine.

“No!” He jumped up, carding a hand through his hair, “No! Aelin! Oh, my gods, did she get off the plane?”

“I got off the plane.”

Rowan whirled around so fast he thought his neck might snap. Aelin stood in his doorway, suitcase in hand, staring at him with a watery smile and eyes that blazed with surety.

“You got off the plane.” Rowan breathed and strode towards her, holding her face in his hands as she grabbed his arms, each clinging to the other, not able to let the other go.

Rowan wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next moment he was kissing Aelin, It was as if all the years of pining, love, heartbreak, and friendship, barreled through them and into a kiss full of promise. All the mistakes of the past, all the time wasted, was over. Now, they could finally be Rowan and Aelin. Finally.

When they pulled apart, still unable to let the other go, Aelin leaned her forehead against his and told him, “I do. I do love you.”

Rowan brushed a tear from her cheek and smiled down with all the warmth he could gather. “I love you too, Fireheart. And I’m never letting you go, again.”

“Good," She nodded, gripping him tighter, “because this is where I want to be, okay? With you. Always with you. No more messing around.”

“That’s right,” he agreed, “we’re done being stupid.”

Aelin kissed him again. “You and me, alright?” She looked him in the eye and saw everything she felt mirrored there. “To whatever end.”

“This is it. To whatever end” He echoed, pulling her in for another kiss.

***

The seven of them stood in the now-empty living room of Elide and Lorcan’s apartment. The new parents each held a baby, Fenrys sat with Lysandra and Aedion near the large window, and Aelin leaned into Rowan who had his arms wrapped around her as they stood to the side.

“Wow,” Aelin murmured, looking around the bare space.

“I know,” Rowan said into her hair, “It seems smaller somehow.”

Fenrys glanced at the walls a minute before asking, “Has it always been purple?” His answer consisted of several snorts.

Lorcan and Elide strapped Asterin and Cal into their stroller. Elide sniffed, facing everyone else, “Oh, uh, I promised the landlord we’d leave our keys.”

She said it to Lorcan, but each of them walked toward the counter to place their own keys. Elide laughed, looking at seven pairs of keys to a two-person apartment.

“I guess this is it,” Lysandra commented mournfully.

“Yeah,” Aedion wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “I guess so.”

At Elide’s sniffle, Lorcan pulled her into his arms. Through the fabric of his shirt, they could hear her say, “This is harder than I thought it would be.”

Gathering herself, Elide unwrapped her arms from Lorcan’s middle before turning to hug Aelin who’d come to stand next to her.

“Do you guys have to go to the new house right away?” Aelin asked, “Or do you have some time?”

“We have some time.”

“Okay,” Rowan grabbed Aelin’s hand, “should we get some coffee?”

“Sure,” Fenrys smirked. “Where?”

They all laughed as they walked out of the apartment that had become so important to each one of them. Aedion helped Lorcan carry the double stroller down the stairs, followed closely by Elide. Lysandra and Fenrys were bickering, but smiling as they walked. And Rowan and Aelin had their arms wrapped around each other, not daring or wanting to let the other one go. They shared a smile, and with one last glance at the closed apartment door, they left.

*****

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[railbikes]

Route Review: Railriders Cycling: Oregon Coast

Railriders Cycling: Oregon Coast runs three routes along the renowned beauty of the Tillamook County shoreline, running on tracks of the Port of Tillamook Bay Railroad and sharing space with the Oregon Coast Scenic Railroad. The three routes currently on offer form one of three operations in the Northwest established by Kim and Anita Metlen, the pioneers of organized railbiking in Oregon and Washington. I rode the two routes described below on June 20th and 21st, 2019, although I unfortunately didn’t have time to schedule the Wheeler South route into my travel plans. 

Vitals

Phone: [phone]

Email: [email protected]

Website: https://ocrailriders.com/

Check-in Locations

Bay City to Tillamook: 5400 Hayes Oyster Drive, Bay City, OR

Wheeler North and South: 130 Marine Drive, Wheeler, OR

The Routes

The Wheeler North and South routes both start at a turnoff of in the north end of Wheeler, just as Highway 101 enters town. The 9-mile (14.5 km) round-trip Wheeler North route runs out of town along a vineyard and past dairy pastures before running on a trestle over the Nehalem River and then through ferny Northwestern forest.

As noted in the introduction, I was unfortunately unable (or too absent-minded?) to fit the 10-mile (16 km) round-trip Wheeler South route into my travel plans. However, as I describe in greater detail in the Travel Notes below, my bicycle ride down the coast took me along the tracks where it was easy to appreciate the views offered along the Nehalem Bay. I’ll have to return to the area to ride this route.

The Bay City route also starts starts along Highway 101, 17 miles (27 km) to the south of Wheeler and just north of Tillamook. The 12-mile (19 km) round-trip ride commences by what I took to be the world’s largest mound of oyster shells (see the intro photo above), but when describing it to my Connecticut coast born and bred mother, she made it sound as if 3-story heaps of blue point shells were round every corner in Bridgeport and Norwalk. The route offers a mix of Tillamook Bay views and open farmland, crossing many bridges and trestles over wildlife filled bogs, all under the hills of the Northern Oregon Coast Range.

As noted above, the three routes described here are part of a larger family of railbike tours founded by Kim and Anita Metlen, who deserve great admiration for the work they’ve done to promote cycling and recreation in the Northwest.

The routes stand out from others I’ve pedalled in that the line is still formally active and under the jurisdiction of the Federal Railroad Administration. While the line doesn’t currently handle freight in the vicinity of the railbike operations, the railbikes do share track with the Oregon Coast Scenic Railroad, subjecting the railbikes to federal safety regulations that treat them as inspection vehicles. The result is that riders wear safety vests and Railrider Cycling staff members are trained to operate safely in the manner of railroad maintenance workers. Given that I was riding my bicycle between the routes in northwestern drizzle, I was already wearing a high-vis raincoat and qualified to ride directly without an additional vest.

The line was originally constructed between 1906 and 1911 by the Pacific Railway and Navigation Company (PRN) to carry timber and agricultural products over the Northern Oregon Coast Range to Portland. Given the arduousness of maintaining a railroad in sopping coastal terrain, the line was dubbed Punk Rotten Nasty (PRN) by its workers. It was taken over by the Southern Pacific Railroad in 1916, and then the Port of Tillamook Bay Railroad as a shortline in 1990. Major storms in 1990, 1996 and 2007 segmented the line and mostly cut it off from the national network, although it has not been formerly decommissioned from future revenue service and a portion of the port operations, far from the segment used by the railbikes, still serves at least one lumber yard.

The Oregon Coast Scenic Railroad has been running excursion trains on the line since 2003. Raiilriders Cycling: Oregon Coast began the Bay City railbike route in 2016, and then expanded to the Wheeler North route in 2018 and the Wheeler South route in 2019.

The Vehicles

While all of the Railriders Cycling sites use a variant of the Railriders aluminum-framed and polyurethane-wheeled concept, the four-seat vehicles at  Raiilriders Cycling: Oregon Coast regularly undergo creative re-engineering to ensure maximum performance and reliability. I rode the Wheeler North route with site manager Nate Bell (with Tara, half of the lovely couple running the three routes), who described his work in the engineering and economics of preventing wheel and hub wear, shaft flexion, and other concepts familiar to my work in railroad operations. Nate has been involved in the construction of all Railcyclers railbikes and told me that the “railbikes are ever-evolving, it’s the fun part about making them!”.

To my view, the quality of vehicle hardware was found in the seats, seat belts, and use of proven components such as Shimano chain tensioners.

Travel Notes

I pedalled the sites described above as part of a rail and cycling journey through the Northwest, reaching the coast after several days of enjoying the bikey-beery offerings of Portland. The obvious way to reach the coastal railbiking sites is by car, but I did find another option readers might enjoy. I picked up a folding bicycle in Portland, which I took on the Northwest Point bus to Cannon Beach, and then rode the 18 miles (30 km) to Wheeler to pedal the railbikes. Conveniently, both the seat and bike reservation can purchased through the Amtrak app on a smart phone. The Salmonberry Saloon in Wheeler offers fresh, local seafood and views of the Nehalem River.

After railbiking in Wheeler, I continued cycling south on the coast for another 17 (27 km) miles to Bay City to spend the night before railbiking there. I stayed in a cabin at the the Sheltered Nook, which I found on AirBnB and highly recommend. After leaving Bay City the next day, it was a short 5.5 mile (8.8 km) ride to Tillamook where I caught the NW Connector bus (bike rack on the front and space aboard) back to Portland.

Here is the beauty of riding a folding bike along the Oregon Coast:

I hope that it’s apparent to any reader of this blog that, in addition to the post-apocalyptic attraction of pedalling carts along former economically critical infrastructure, I find pleasure and diversion in mobility. To that end, I offer this photo of progressive Portland, where urban mobility hits its resonant frequency in the point convergence of an aerial tramway, streetcar, bikeshare dock, and parking for about 400 bicycles. (and I took the photo from a pedestrian bridge alongside an outdoor, urban elevator where a scootershare was carelessly left in the way)...(and the blue thing in the upper left is a crane for loading and unloading barges on the Willamette River)...

#railbike #railbikes #railbiking #ocrailriders #tillamook #tillamookcounty #portoftillamookbayrailroad #oregon #oregoncoast #oregoncoastscenicrailroad #wheeleroregon #baycityoregon #highway101 #nehalemriver #nehalembay #tillamookoregon #tillamookbay #oysters #northernoregoncoastrange #portlandoregon

[running-on-fanfiction]

21 Questions

I was tagged by my wonderful, beautiful twin @the-blue-tiefling

1. Nickname - So many. Fernie, Julibug, Jules, Juli, Jimmy.

2. Zodiac - Gemini! Not mean, unless you fuck with someone I love. 

3. Height - 5′0, I’m a shorty.

4. Last Movie I saw - Green Room

5. Last thing I googled - Irish Names

6. Favourite Musician - Neck Deep, hands down. Those boys have helped me through some tough ass times, and I will forever be grateful for their music. They are also the most down to earth guys. I’ve seen them live three times and met them once. The only show, I will see again. 

7. Song Stuck in my head - Belong to U By: Fancy Cars & Yashua

8. Other Blogs - @the-blue-tiefling, is the biggest sweetheart, who never fails to make my day and who I have the best chats with daily. AND share’s my wild love for Joe Cole and Luke ahah :D. @diaries-of-pucks-and-purses, Lisa is one of my best friends and is the reason why, I’m so much more sassy in my real life.  @starksparker the nicest, kind heart person, I know who loves Peter Parker and Tom Holland and other so much. She is an amazing writer who needs way more love! 

9. Do I get asks - Sometimes, not as much as I’d like but it still something! 

10. Following - 2,282

11. Amount of sleep - Depends I either get like 5 hour or like 13 hours. It’s never the same. 

12. Lucky Number - 9

13. What I’m wearing - A Hockey hoodie that has the original six teams, a pair of black & White shorts with different patterns, and a pair of winter sock that are white, dark red and tan. 

14. Dream Job - Writer.

15. Dream Trip - Scotland, Ireland, Mexico, Germany. I mean, I’d like to go a little bit of everywhere but those are the main. 

16. Favourite food - I love too many. I’m a huge lover of trying everything at least once. 

17. Play any instruments - No, I use to be able to play Jingle Bells on guitar, but that was in high school AND that was about eight years ago.  

18. Languages - English,Tiny bit of Spanish and German. 

19. Favourite Song(s) - There’s so many good ones! As of right now it would be Tracks By: ROAM, We Were Here By: Lights, Numb Without you By: The Maine annnnd Belong to U By: Fancy Cars & Yashua 

20. Random fact - I have to know famous people’s age. Idk why but it’s something I crave. Even if I don’t like them. I need to know their age.

21. Describe yourself as Aesthetic things - Oh this should be funny. Black and white photo’s of trees, over flowed book shelves, pop punk shows filled with jumping kids, ghost stories by the fire with a cup of tea, black cat cuddles on a cold day, alien pins.

I tag: @onesmileyflower, @diaries-of-pucks-and-purses @interstellarrambles, @starksparker and whoever wants to do it! :D 

#about me #21 questions #I love these #I love questions #personal

[bunkershotgolf]

Dundonald Links Retains Dan Shepherd PR for Publicity and Media Relations Program in North America

Luxury Golf Resort Unveils New Standalone Lodges, Clubhouse, Restaurant, and Hotel Rooms; Complementing Acclaimed 18-Hole Course that will Host the LPGA TOUR’s Trust Golf Women’s Scottish Open in July

 Dundonald Links – home to the world-class, Kyle Phillips-designed golf course and burgeoning resort in Western Scotland – today announces that it has retained Dan Shepherd Public Relations (DSPR) to provide publicity and media relations services in North America.

Dundonald Links has entered an exciting new era with the opening of 18 luxury lodges, 22 hotel rooms, a new clubhouse with Michelin-caliber restaurant, whisky tasting room, and more – the latest phase of a £25m investment transforming the esteemed Scottish venue into one of the UK’s most modern new golf resorts.

The collection of brand-new 2-, 4- and 6-bedroom lodges are inspiring guests in this their first full season.  They were custom-designed with golfers in mind, with bag storage and drying areas, en-suite bathrooms, large living spaces, and fully equipped kitchen and dining facilities. Each of the lodge clusters surround a private practice putting green.

Resort owner Darwin Escapes also invested £1m in upgrading the 18-hole championship course, including the addition of a new halfway house.

“The opening of the new lodges, clubhouse and hotel rooms are the perfect complement to an already incredible golf course, and with the project recently completed, it is the start of an exciting new chapter for Dundonald Links,” said Ian Ferguson, Dundonald Links Club Manager. “We are thrilled by the feedback from our first guests in them, and we eagerly anticipate welcoming others, including the world’s best female golfers in late July for the Trust Golf Women’s Scottish Open.”

Said Kevin Paver, Darwin Escapes Golf Marketing Manager: “Our mission is to deliver the very best experience for all that visit our venues. With everything new and first-class at Dundonald Links, we retained Dan Shepherd Public Relations to help us inform North Americans that not only does the resort boast some of the finest golf accommodation facilities in the UK, but it has become the perfect base for golfers and their families to experience everything that this famous part of Scotland has to offer.”

Set amongst the picturesque Ayrshire countryside in Western Scotland, the new clubhouse at Dundonald Links has been created from natural materials and finished with local whinstone and a grass roof.  This not only helps it to blend seamlessly with the rugged landscape and surroundings but also reinforces Dundonald’s long-term commitment to sustainability, conservation, and nature.

The brand-new hotel rooms are situated beside the clubhouse for ease of access to the restaurant and club facilities.  Already a well-respected test for golfers from across the world, Dundonald Links has hosted many major professional golf events since 2008 – including the Ladies’ Scottish Open in 2015, 2016 and 2017 and the Aberdeen Asset Management Scottish Open in 2017.

“Dundonald Links is located in a special place on Earth near extraordinarily good and famous courses like Prestwick, Western Gailes, Loch Lomond, and Royal Troon,” said Dan Shepherd. “That it has created a modern resort providing luxury amenities makes it a bucket-list destination for discerning golfers the equal of any in the world.”

For more details and to book a stay at Dundonald Links, please visit dundonaldlinks.com.

Facebook: www.facebook.com/DundonaldLinks

Twitter: www.twitter.com/DundonaldLinks

Instagram: www.instagram.com/dundonaldlinks

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYx8sB_G2kuwoFrRRTfEOvw?view_as=subscriber

About Dundonald Links:

The first Dundonald Links layout was designed by 1883 Open Champion Willie Fernie and opened on March 23rd, 1911.

Dundonald Links was purchased by Loch Lomond Golf Club in early 2003 to provide its global membership with a traditional links challenge. The club enlisted California-based architect Kyle Phillips, who had recently built Kingsbarns, to create a links masterpiece on the Ayrshire coast, featuring wonderful undulations, deep rough, a generous helping of gorse bushes and, unlike many traditional links courses, there are areas of the course that are framed by stunning pine trees.

The 18-hole, par-72, championship course offers a classic links golf experience for all to savour. Generous fairways, undulating greens and a wide choice of tees make it an enjoyable test for golfers of all abilities. It is also one of the longest courses in the UK, measuring 6,700 yards.

In 2008, Dundonald was chosen as the venue for the first stage of the European Tour Qualifying School and continued to host the tournament until 2011. In 2012, the course hosted the Senior Opening Qualifying. 2014 saw the prestigious Boys’ Amateur Championship played at Dundonald. The venue then hosted some of the world’s best female golfers for the Aberdeen Asset Management Ladies Scottish Open in 2015, 2016 and 2017 – where the course also welcomed the men’s event.

Darwin Escapes, which also operates The Springs in Oxfordshire and the KP Club in Yorkshire, acquired Dundonald Links for £4.5m in 2019 and laid out a £25m development plan which will see the venue completely transformed into a resort, with a new clubhouse, luxury lodges and hotel rooms.

#golf #new #lpga #Golf Courses #submission

[0aleph0]

Longest tag game!

I was tagged by the wonderful @khoelinube 

🌈 last 🌈

1. drink - Coffee duh

2. phone call - My friend Ferny

3. text message - Something about the next “26M”, oh boy!

4. song you listened to - “Cool Patrol” from NSP

5. time you cried - Listening to Melancholy Hill in Gorillaz’s Live show in BBK Bilbao! 

☀️ ever ☀️

6. dated someone twice? - Nope

7. kissed someone and regretted it - Strange, but no

8. been cheated on - Nopo!

9. lost someone special - Everybody does, right?

10. been depressed - I’ll be lying if I say no

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - ...Twice

🌹 fave colours 🌹

12. Red!

13. Black / Dark Grey

14. Green \o/

🌻 in the last year have you… 🌻

15. made new friends - YUSS

16. fallen out of love - Not a chance, babe

17. laughed until you cried - Yeah!

18. found out someone was talking about you - Everyone knows how cool I am so yeah Actually no!

19. met someone who changed you - Welp, I kinda met my true self, so yeah

20. found out who your friends are - I already knew who they are!

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - Maybe?

💗 general 💗

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - Since I only have people from irl and some mutuals from Twitter, I’d say ALL OF THEM \o/

23. do you have any pets - Yeah! A sweet kitty called Gilda!

24. do you want to change your name - Since I already have two names, I’d probably use the second one if I want any change in my name

25. what did you do for your last birthday- Playing videogames with fronds

26. what time did you wake up today - Had a quite bad night due to insomnia, but I’d say 7:00!

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - Going out for dinner with some friends

28. what is something you can’t wait for - NSP dropping their new album (Cool Patrol) & The new Jinete’s Assemble AKA 26M ptV!

30. what are you listening to right now - Did I say Ninja Sex Party before? Yeah, I’m listening to their cover on Rush’s “Subdivisions” \o/

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - Nop!

32. something that gets on your nerves - When people sees me more as a child than an actual adult

34. hair color - Light brown

35. long or short hair - Short

36. do you have a crush on someone - Maybe I am crushing on someone, or maybe not, who would know---

37. what do you like about yourself - My patiente and my listening to others’ capability

38. want any piercings? - Nope

39. blood type - Universal donor AKA “0-”

40. nicknames - Aleph / Wan

41. relationship status - Single and ready to Tingle

42. zodiac - Scorpio

43. pronouns - He/Him

44. fave tv shows - Always Sunny In Philadelphia / Netflix’s Marvel Universe

45. tattoos - None!

46. right or left handed - Right handed

47. ever had surgery - Nope

48. piercings - Nein

49. sport - Planning my return to gym & cycling (Not at the moment)

50. vacation - BBK Live in Bilbao!

51. trainers - Like sport-shoes? Uh Red & Black

💕 more general 💕

52. eating - Anything, but I love cheese, salmon & avocado!

53. drinking - Water!

54. i’m about to watch - Not sure if starting Brooklyng99 or continue Always Sunny

55. waiting for - getting my shit together

56. want - Visit my far-away friends, all the CDs from NSP/TWRP/PlanetBooty/Justice&Gorillaz, and you for christmas

57. get married - Yeah, but given the right one

58. career - Law I guess

👀 which is better 👀

59. hugs or kisses - Kissing is neat but doing the spoon-hug is best

60. lips or eyes - Lips don’t lie -Shakira

61. shorter or taller - I don’t mind

62. older or younger - Almost same age or older I guess

63. nice arms or stomach - Stomach

64. hookup or relationship -  Kind of both but giving a context,and never both at the the same time ofc!

65. troublemaker or hesitant - Hesitant

💞 have you ever 💞

66. kissed a stranger - No

67. drank hard liquor - You betcha

68. lost glasses - Nope

69. turned someone down - Yeah

70. sex on first date - Nope!

71. broken someone’s heart - I don’t think so!

72. had your heart broken - But yeah

73. been arrested - Nope

74. cried when someone died - People usually cry when someone is ded

75. fallen for a friend - Yee

💖 do you believe in 💖

76. yourself - I gotta believe! Yeah!

77. miracles - Nop!

78. love at first sight - I guess so

79. santa claus - I wish, but I’d probably pass on thinking that an oldman likes to trespass all children’s houses only to give them gifts, children whom he likes also to watch the rest of the year only for “good or bad” judging

80. kiss on a first date - Yeah

81. angels - I am one nope!

🌙 other 🌙

82. best friend’s name - I think it’s unfair having only one preference when you can have a few, but to be there I have to play billiards with them, sorry! I don’t make the rules

83. eye color - Brownie!

84. fave movie - Daredevil (2003) & Spiderman 3 (2007)!!!!!

85. fave actor - Steve Carrell, Elodie Yung, Charlie Day

I’m tagging @bluejackpot @herowannabe & @theowlreblogs (but be free to do it anyways if you wanna!)

#Información personal que la CIA o la NSA está obteniendo gratuitamente #Esto me recuerda a cuando tenía Tuenti y lo usaba para estas cosas #Holaaaa