#my goal is to post this at the airport before i get on a plane but we shall see

[fuckingyrs]

The sound of a body throwing itself onto one of the infirmary cots echoed through the mostly empty room, followed closely behind with a dramatic, but melodic sigh. “Can I say something mean?” 

“Probably not in front of the baby.”

Will groaned, looking up from his pile of patient reports he had been sorting for the past… year. “I hardly think eleven still counts as being a baby.”

Lee, who had been refilling first aid kits for the past two hours, contemplated this for a moment. “Maybe, but that’s besides the point. I’m six years older than you. You’ll always be a baby.”

“I’m going to say something mean. Will, cover your ears.”

“I’m not covering my ears, Taylor. Unlike you, I’m working right now and I need my hands.”

“Oh,” Taylor dragged, a taunt evident in her voice, "someone's grumpy.”

“He’s mad I put him on infirmary duty during arts and crafts.”

“Will, you aren’t good at arts and crafts.” Lee slapped her arm. “And you like working in the infirmary, you are constantly taking my shifts. It’s why I love you.”

Lee slapped her arm again. “Taylor, what the heck.”

Taylor groaned, “Fuck. Just say fuck. I’m begging you.”

“That’s besides the point. I had it with Cecil. We were going to finish our board game.” Will turned to Lee, pointing an accusing finger at him, “You knew this.”

Lee let out a long-suffering sigh and Will almost felt bad for causing a fuss, but really, Lee brought this upon himself. “Taylor, stop pawning off your shifts to Will. Will, stop letting Taylor’s pawn off her shifts to you. Also: I’m sorry about arts and crafts. The last few days have been hectic and I needed your help. I’ll make sure to not schedule you over arts and crafts next week.”

“I’m going to be home next week! Mama is picking me up, remember?”

Lee had the decency to look ashamed when he said, “Heck. I forgot. I’m sorry, Will.”

Taylor got up from her self-designated cot and walked over to Will, ruffling his hair once she was close enough. “I’ll take over the rest of your shift, buddy. You go have fun.”

Will shook his head, “No, it’s okay. I’m already here. Arts and crafts is half-way done anyway. We wouldn’t be able to finish.”

“If you’re sure,” Taylor sighed as she pressed a kiss to his forehead and Will let out a cry of protest because he could feel the lipstick stain there. He tried rubbing it away with his fingers but by the look on Lee’s face and the snickers Taylor was making behind him, he only made it worse.

Lee graciously handed Will a wipe before glaring at their sister. “Taylor, what are you even doing here?”

“I think I made that pretty obvious when I threw myself onto a bed and stated I was gonna say something mean. I came to gossip.”

“You should be at archery right now.”

“Mike was being a piss-baby. He wouldn’t let Josh and I try to hit one another. What’s the point of being in advanced archery if you can’t shoot at your brother? Moving targets!”

“So you left?”

“Yep. I found Silena and she offered to do my nails before I came by.”

Lee pinched the bridge of his nose in a way that resembled an old man at the end of his rope. Will suppressed a giggle at his brother’s anguish as Lee said, “You can’t do that.”

“Do what? My nails?”

“Leave Michael like that.”

“Why? He’s not in charge of me.”

“But I am. And he’s my second in command, so yes he is.”

Taylor groaned, flopping back onto her cot. “One, he’s like three weeks older than me, unfair. And two, none of that is important right now. What is important is that our father was here and didn’t say hi to any of us. Who does that?”

“Our father, apparently.”

Taylor flipped Lee off, showing off her new manicure. It was baby pink, like her lipstick, with a little sun in the center. “He gives those kids a ride, none of them his, and has the audacity to leave before saying hi? Hell, Will over here has never met him. He has time to bring a group of kids to camp, but can’t spare a lousy minute to check in on us? And I can’t say this to Michael or he’ll claim I’m “on the other side”.” Taylor sighed, a faraway look in her eyes. Will had only seen this look on her face a few times before: every time Luke was mentioned. “I’m just tired of feeling abandoned and I’m sick of feeling like it’s bad to think that.”

Lee stepped towards her, a soft, “Tay–” passing through his lips, before she sat up and shook herself out of her stupor.

“Instead of saying hi, he just causes chaos and disappears! He brings Percy back, which is never a good sign. Thalia is driving the sun chariot, and crashes it! Oh, and he brought that new weird kid that keeps bombarding everyone with questions.”

Will saw through the change of topic, and Lee clearly had to as well, but he allowed it to happen. He slapped her on the arm for the third time, “He’s not weird. He’s, like, eight. The kid is just excited. You were excited about camp once upon a time.”

Taylor turned to Will, jerking her head at Lee, “I think he’s finally lost it. When have I ever been excited by anything ever?”

Will grinned, “Yesterday, you beat Madi at Josh’s song quiz and you danced around the cabin for ten minutes.”

Taylor gasped loud and dramatic, clutching at her chest as she fell back onto her cot, chestnut hair falling all over her face in her fall. “William! How dare you accuse me of such things!”

#will solace #lee fletcher #solangelo #wip wednesday #solangelo fic #solangelo fanfiction #pjo #pjo fandom #mine.doc #i swear nico is in this just... later #for now its just cabin seven sibling antics #this is a wip wednesday so please ignore any mistakes #i want to have this fic posted saturday but i'm historically not great at self-inflected deadlines #my “birthday” fic was posted five days after my birthday soooo #my goal is to post this at the airport before i get on a plane but we shall see #this fic is an interpretation of nico and will meeting. like. the meeting mentioned in tsats but its also a will coming out to his mom fic #but like. not all that serious. in fact its very silly #if you read my fic 'a little house on the edge of town' it mentions will coming out and this is the story that alludes to #look at me just yapping in tumblr tags #rip taylor you would have loved kayla #thats a joke taylor knew kayla before she 💀

[magics-neptunes-things]

American Dream

Hi guys!

I hope you are well :)

A little story with Alessia, I had several requests in my private messages and I hope you like this one!

Enjoy reading and again my suggestion box is open :)

TW: None

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As you drive to New York JFK Airport, you can’t contain your excitement. With catchy music on the radio, you zigzag easily between cars to get to your goal faster. Which makes no sense since it probably won’t make your girlfriend arrive faster, since she’s not the one driving the plane.

But in your defense, it’s been since the beginning of the Christmas holidays that you haven’t see her and your daily Facetime don’t replace by far the smell of her or her hugs. Since you have only been a couple for a few months, you had organized your holiday parties separately. Alessia stayed in England to celebrate with her family while you flew to New York, from where you come, to celebrate with yours. You hope that next year you will manage to do things differently, but at least you will be able to spend a few days and New Year with Alessia before you take a return flight to London together.

The first time you met Alessia, you quickly found yourself having a crush for the pretty blonde. It was on a football pitch, of course. But when you signed your contract for Arsenal after finishing the one at Real Madrid, you fell in love with her. Her smile, her kindness, her blue eyes and every part of her being, finally.

By incredible luck, these feelings quickly turned out to be shared and it was a real thunderbolt that shook you both. Both singles, you didn’t wait long before asking Alessia for a date, who gladly agreed. You can’t count the moments you shared face to face with her, but you never get tired of it. You were afraid at first that your feelings would go away as quickly as they came, but now it’s been almost six months and they are only increasing.

Alessia’s brother set off on a world tour on 27 December, Alessia flew with her parents a few hours after his departure. However, her parents decided to rent a hotel, offering themselves a romantic stay. Besides, they will leave after Alessia and you.

While waiting for Alessia and her parents to arrive, you check your messages and smile as you see the photos that Beth and Viv sent you of your dog. They are the ones who keep him during your absence and you are happy to see that he seems to get along very well with Myle. The time to answer Viv and go around the waiting hall several times, you finally see a blonde head that you know well pass the last security doors.

Your hesitation to run to take her in your arms lasts a few seconds- she’s with her parents after all. But the smile she gives you when she sees you melts your heart and you hurry to reach her height.

"Hi Honey" sings Alessia making you spin around after you put your arms around her neck.

You laugh softly while letting her do it. You have only one centimeter of difference and it amuses you both to carry the other in this way every now and then. Head in the hollow of her neck, you lay some kisses and breath her before she releases you.

"Hi Princess" you answer back, gently taking her face in your hands so you can look at her.

Private but not secret, your relationship was never revealed. Well, there are very truthful speculations circulating on social networks, but you have never taken the time to deny or confirm all this. What happens between you two is up to you, it doesn’t deprive you of posting some stories or photos together.

However, between that and your in-laws watching you, you refrain from kissing her but not to kiss her cheek, before going to greet her parents. You all agreed that you will drop them off at their hotel and meet again tomorrow at noon for lunch, since the evening is already well advanced. With the jet lag, they will probably have some sleep to catch up.

Giorgio’s world tour is the main topic of conversation during the trip to the hôtel, with New York roads being particularly clogged at this time of evening. You look with amusement at Alessia dozing against the window, while listening to what your in-laws tell you. It doesn’t surprise you from the blonde, she has always been unable to sleep during a plane ride. You still remember Ella’s teasing her about it, Alessia not having closed her eye for a minute on the way to Australia for the World Cup.

Alessia wakes up to help you get her parents' suitcases out of the trunk and accompany them to the hotel reception, wishing to make sure everything is in order. After a last reminder of the place and time of appointment for tomorrow, you leave and find your car back.

"Ready?" you ask Alessia after finding your place behind the wheel.

"Mmh almost."

The answer makes you bow an eyebrow, but when the blonde leans in your direction, you quickly understand what’s behind her head. You smile against her lips when she kisses you, grabbing her chin to prolong the kiss for a few seconds.

"Now I’m ready."

A smile still stuck to your lips, you take the road to find your apartment. Located in the center of New York. It’s not very big, but since you almost never live there, it’s more than enough.

"Welcome home" you smile as you close the door to your apartment behind you.

Alessia’s luggage is dropped off near the entrance, letting her soak up the place for now. You take on you not to follow her everywhere, almost desperate at the idea of catching up with all the hugs and kisses you are late.

"It’s pretty" smiled gently Alessia looking around her.

"It’s an original way of saying it’s terribly lacking in personality" you laugh as you approach her, laying a kiss on her cheek from behind, passing your arms around her waist.

You laugh again, feeling her blush, mumbling that it wasn’t what she meant. You know that this is not a very personalized apartment, again you don’t live here daily. Your souvenirs and photos are in your London apartment.

"Are you hungry?" you ask to change the subject and stop teasing her. You put kisses along her jaw instead.

"A little yes" confesses the blonde while putting her hands on your arms.

"I’ll take care of it. You want to take a shower in the meantime?"

"With pleasure"

Grabbing her hand, you drag her into the bathroom, taking the opportunity to show her your place. It’s quickly done since the ground floor contains the living room, kitchen and dining area and the bedroom is on the mezzanine. The bathroom is also on the ground floor.

After helping Alessia unpack her suitcase and taking out her shower kit, you grab your phone to order in the sushi restaurant located two blocks from your home. You know Alessia’s passion for this and you know they are excellent. You also take the opportunity to change into something more pleasant, leaving your jeans to put on a jogging.

A good half hour later, Alessia finally comes out of the bathroom and you smile at her, amused.

"I thought you drowned."

You laugh when you see her rolling her eyes, but you invite her to join you on the couch on which you are. To pass the time, you turned on the TV and some variety show went on. But the pretty blonde doesn’t pay any attention, choosing to come and sit on your lap. Sliding your hands behind her back, you smile tenderly.

"I missed you" she whispers softly.

"I missed you too. I’m so glad you’re here" you add, smiling, putting a lock of her wet hair back in place.

She smiles at you again and you take advantage of your proximity to put a new kiss on her lips. Both cut off from the world, you get lost in your exchange, finally enjoying your reunion together. More kisses are exchanged and somehow your hands find their way under her shirt, eager for the feeling of her skin. At least, until the doorbell of your apartment rang, startling you both.

"It looks like sushi has arrived" you sigh against her lips, disappointed to have to interrupt your moment.

"Sushi?"

You laugh when you see Alessia’s face light up, almost watching her run to answer the door. Having taken care of paying for the order online, you let her receive your meal and you are content to go get plates to arrange the food.

"Oh god I love you" Alessia mumble, opening the different boxes

"You only say that because I know your favorite command by heart" you say, pulling your tongue and turning back.

You didn’t expect Alessia to jump on you abruptly, making you both fall on the couch that slides a few inches on the floor.

"Lessi" you laugh, trying to get rid of her embrace.

"I forbid you to doubt my feelings like that!"

Her harsh fake air makes you laugh but you raise both hands as a sign of remission.

"Sorry Lessibaby, I won’t do it again"

"You better"

#woso x reader #alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #woso imagine

[delusional-dinosaurr]

Nice Sleepover? (Alessia Russo x Reader)

After what felt like years you finally get off the plane in Manchester. You got loaned to City from Barcelona, being from Manchester it's a perfect loan for you, as you've been at Barca for just over a year and needed a little change of scenery.

Lauren was of course there to greet you at the airport with a sign which said "Queen of Nutmegs". You giggled and jogged over to her and gave her the biggest hug. "I'm so happy you're playing for us Y/N, I can't believe it still!" she says giddily whilst clinging onto you. "You'll be ready to play in the Manchester Derby as well!" "I can't wait to beat them with you, It'll take me back to the U19 days" you smile. Years ago you used to be an unbeatable force for the England younger squads, you with the assists and her with the goals. Being reunited was fantastic but also terrifying for those who faced you. After a long week of getting to know the team and staff at City alongside some training days, you crash on Lauren's spare bed at her shared house the night before the Derby. She slumps on it next to you whilst you both aimlessly scroll through your phones. You can't help but get stuck on an Instagram post by Alessia Russo, there is an audible gulp when you looked at the photos of her and Lauren spotted it instantly. "Now why is my best friend dribbling over Lessi?" Lauren said whilst looking at you with a big smirk on her face. "I'm not dribbling, it's just been a long time since we've seen eachother" You sighed and drop your phone on the bed. You used to have quite the crush on Alessia back in the day which hasn't really gone away, and haven't been interested in anyone since. You still talk every so often with national camps but nothing like you used to. "Now now young Y/N, don't go acting like this on the pitch, we need to win, yeah?" She slapped your hand gently "I'm off to bed, sleep well and don't dream about Miss Russo, you need to stay focused!" she giggled as she leaves the room, leaving you to sigh and get cuddled up in bed. ---- You're getting ready in the locker room after the warmups for the away game at Old Trafford. Feeling confident for your first game you pulled over your sky blue shirt whilst hearing a wolf whistle from Leila, you saluted her and gave her a wink in response. When you start to approach the tunnel the nerves hit, Lauren notices it and instantly puts her hands on your shoulders, gripping them tightly. "We will win, and I swear we will get a classic Y/LN-Hemp assist and goal for our first match together!" Lauren cheers whilst patting your shoulders firmly. You look over to your side to see the one and only Ella Toone grinning at you, you give her a nod and a smile. "Y/LN! Shame you aren't in red! Would look better on you" She cackles at you, you've missed her dumb laugh. "Never in your wildest dreams Tooney, red isn't my colour. Think you'd look pretty stunning in blue though" You wink. You and Ella used to play together for Astley & Tyldesley when you were younger. Your parents and her parents are close friends so you've always been fairly close. You still talk every now and then but since moving to Barca not so much. Not like it's in a bad way, more so that you're both very busy but will always be there for each other. She gave you a brief hug in the tunnel before you head out. "Good luck on your first game for City, shame you'll be losing" she chuckles whilst giving you a gentle smack on the ass which you instantly laugh at. You all start walking out onto the pitch and the game starts. As a midfielder you're already seeing loads of action in both attacking and defending. Around 20 minutes in you see a Alessia making a run to receive a ball in from Ella. Before Alessia can receive the ball, you cut in with a fantastic slide to clear the ball from her. This sends Alessia tumbling over you and she lands on top of you. You couldn't help but get a little flustered as she lifted herself off you whilst looking into your eyes. You shake it off and return to the game. You look to your side and see Lauren looking at you, very amused at what she had just witnessed. The game continues with a fair amount of back and forth between the two of you, she even fouls you when you're trying to connect a longer pass to Hemp, which you brush off as she gives you a hand up. As half-time comes around the score is 1-1, one goal from Toone and the City goal from Chloe. You get told that you'll be likely to stay on for the full 90 with Lauren, to try and secure another goal. You run back onto the pitch and into position feeling energised and ready to win. 74 minutes in you receive a pass and run it up the wing ready for Lauren when you feel a pair of boots collide with you. You instantly tumble to the ground and clutch your ankle in pain. One amused looking Alessia Russo stands over you whilst the ref is waving a yellow at her whilst she's protesting. She wipes the sweat off her face using the bottom of her shirt, you can't help but glance and melt at the sight "Oi, she's getting in your head, we've got this" Lauren gives you a quick hug from behind before jogging off ready for a free kick. The free kick is taken by Leila which you receive and effortlessly cross it to Lauren, who of course scored an excellent goal. She points at you and runs full sprint to jump in your arms. "I TOLD YOU WE WOULD DO IT! Y/LN-HEMP BACK IN ACTION!" Lauren screamed whilst the rest of your teammates are yelling and hugging you both. The game restarts and the goal has lit a fire in the United girls. They're playing more forcefully and riskier. You notice a Toone-Russo connection again which you pull off a bit of a dodgy tackle which earns some colourful language from Alessia in frustration. This earns your first yellow card for the team which you accepted as you knew it was a dodgy tackle. 2 minutes of added time and you're making a run up from the midfield, the United girls are playing ultra defensive to prevent a last minute goal from City. You receive a beautiful pass from Chloe and as you’re running closer to the box you see a flash of blonde hair. Knowing who is about to attempt to tackle you, you manage to nutmeg Alessia and run through the defenders, the city fans break out in loud cheers as your nutmeg was clearly well received by your club. You get to a 1v1 with Earps and chip the ball over her effortlessly. 3-1. Your teammates are going absolutely nuts over your goal.

The final whistle is blown after your goal. You couldn't be more pleased with your performance, especially after receiving the player of the match award. You walked around the stadium chatting with the United girls and swapping shirts with Ella for some photos, she takes a photo herself of you in a United shirt and makes a joke about it looking hot on you. You continue walking around the stadium and take photos with fans and chat with some of them for a bit before going and cleaning up. After getting clean and changed Leila pulls you aside "Hey Chica! We are all going clubbing tonight, coming? I heard your favourite player will be there" she gently shakes you with excitement. You knew you had to go as it would be your first outing with the girls, even though you'd rather go sleep at Lauren's. That and a chance to reconnect with Alessia is all you want to do right now. You sigh and nod at Leila resulting in her squealing. --- You enter the club which both teams and staff have hired out for the night and spot some of the team already here, who are waving frantically to get you to go over. You decided to just wear casual blue skinny jeans and a white shirt to keep it casual and comfy. Some of the girls dressed up but some went with the same theme as you. As the night goes on you spot Alessia and Ella at the bar, you quickly make your way over and pay for their drinks before they can tap the machine. They both turn to put a face to the mystery arm with a card and smile when they realise. "Thank you Y/N, you really didn't have to though!" Ella says whilst giving you a strong side hug. "Ah it's the least I can do after breaking your winning streak" You wink as you take a sip of your drink, to which Ella gives you a shove for. Alessia wraps her arms around you and gives you a squeeze. "I've missed you Y/N, we need a catch up later" She says and you agree to meet up with her later on in the evening. The night goes on, the drinks are flowing and everyone is fairly drunk, which has resulted in the majority of you dancing and chatting between the clubs. You and Lauren are throwing some wild moves which has both teams laughing. Leila has joined in but isn't dancing as enthusiastically as you and Lauren, but still enjoying herself. "God you're still awful at dancing" Alessia shouts in your ear with you laughing in response. "Speak for yourself, Leila thinks I'm a great dancer right?" You shove Leila who just throws her arms around you whilst still dancing, which results in you shaking your head laughing.

“Clearly I need to tell the Barca girls to teach you to dance like us Spanish do!” Leila sasses back whilst dancing away from you to go to the bar. She runs back to yank Lauren away from you and Alessia, very obviously trying to get the two of you alone at last.  

"It's been so long since we've seen each other right?" She yells to you. You can barely hear her over the music and you give her a puzzled look in return. She drags you over to a quieter corner before you can answer her. "Well, it's not every day I get dragged around by a pretty woman" You say whilst Alessia shakes her head at you. "Always been a flirt haven't you?" She smacks your arm in response. You both talk for what feels like hours, you discuss the fouls on each other during the match and apologise, you buy her a couple drinks and seem to be gravitating closer to each other. Your hand is resting on her thigh instinctively which she blushes at. "Just fuck already!" Tooney yells in your ear, you cough at how forward she was about your not so little crush on Alessia back in the day. Back when you were in the youth teams you had a massive crush on her, Ella used to tease you for it but eased when Alessia had a boyfriend for a while. "Who says we haven't already" Alessia smirks at Ella whilst she's staring at you with her jaw dropped. Alessia also takes the opportunity to move closer to you and hold your waist. "She's joking, we haven't. She would've told everyone how great I was if we did" You joke with Alessia now blushing again. "I have a strict rule of no footballers actually. Especially if I have to play with or against them, too distracting for me. Conflict of interest or something like that" Alessia says to Ella who scoffs, not believing a word of it. "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever Less. You'll change your mind soon enough" Ella winks as she grabs her drink and dances away. --- All you feel is your pounding headache as you groggily open your eyes in the morning, or at least it feels like the morning. What really wakes you up is the one and only Ella Toone swinging open the door. "Morning Alessia!" She draws out the A's in her name until she gasps, noticing another person in bed with her best friend. "Well clearly you had a good night, and on that note I'll leave you both to it!" she shuts the door quickly. You realise you are pretty much naked under the sheets cuddling Alessia, who is also in the same predicament as you. "So... " She drew out the O. "Well, it was gonna happen sooner or later wasn't it" You mumble to her. "We don't have to tell anyone and can forget about it if you want" she says quickly. "No, no. I honestly just wish it wasn't a one night thing Lessi. Not like that but like a more official thing where I can take you out and spoil you and...yeah" You sigh. She kisses you gently, breaking you out of your rambling state. "Tooney was right" Alessia sighs back with you giving her a questioning look "My dumb rule for no footballers was my way to try and throw you off. I've had a bit of a crush on you since we were younger. I only dated others because I thought you weren't interested" "Well same goes for me! Ella used to harass me for when I used to crush on you" You laugh as you both chuck some clothes on so you can face chatting with your friends downstairs. You borrow Alessia's United jumper and some joggers, you bundle up your clothes from last night which Alessia brings you a carrier bag to put them in.

“So um, where does this leave us?” You ask her quietly.

“Well I’m looking forward to you spoiling me on some dates Y/NN. If you want a label we can always just say ‘dating’?” She smiles and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, you smile and nod in response. You both head downstairs to see Alessia’s teammates and face Tooney after her walking in on the two of you.

"Nice sleepover?" Millie laughs as she spots you both entering the room. "Mmm was nice, didn't get much sleep though" You say whilst looking at Alessia, which earns you a smack on the chest. "I knew you'd fuck!" Ella sings whilst dancing around the kitchen like a lunatic. "I better head off, we've got some defensive training today. I'm also due a telling off for my yellow for fouling Alessia" You chuckle as you put your shoes on in the doorway. Millie grabs her car keys as she didn't drink the night before and she offers you a lift to Lauren's house. "Wait!" Alessia scurries over to you and gives you a gentle peck on the cheek "Dinner tonight or something? Like a date? I've missed you" she nervously rubs the back of her neck saying the last part quietly. "I'd love nothing more, I'll text you when I'm free beautiful. For the record, I've missed you too" You kiss her gently on the lips, a feeling you never want to forget. --- You arrive home and thank Millie for the lift. You open the door to see Lauren sat on the sofa, ready to interrogate you. You plop down on the sofa with a satisfied sigh. '"Now where were you last night?" She scoots up closer to you and notices your shirt "TAKE IT OFF" she yells whilst tapping the United logo, she starts yanking your shirt off for you in rage with you protesting. Leila had stayed over for the night so she walks into the living room with Lauren and you playfighting with your jumper half off. "Guys! Stop! What's going on?" Leila breaks up your playfight "Y/N do not wear that filth around us!" she then also starts tugging your jumper off successfully. You chuckle as you quickly go get changed for training so that you don't have to worry about it later. You sneak back into the living room hoping they didn't hear you walk back in. "Right go on then, spill. You better have a good reason to have been wearing a united jumper" Lauren says patting the sofa which you slump next to her on. Leila is watching the conversation intently, clearly wanting to know all the gossip. "So I spent the night with Alessia, and we are hanging out later" You say nervously, not knowing how your best friend would react. Luckily for you she's over the moon, slapping her legs in excitement. "I knew you guys would eventually do something! I'm so happy for you!" she squeezes you into a tight hug. "We have to plan a romantic night for you two, I've got so many ideas". Do we want a part 2 or should I try something else? It's my first fic so I'm still get used to how this all works! I'll happily take requests too:)

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #woso imagine #woso one shot

[palestinian-fundraising]

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The goal is to be able to gather around 40k$ for each family just to escape this nightmare and to be able to start a new life somewhere else. And here’s how you can help:

* Entering the Egyptian side:

Since we don’t have any airport, the only way to travel is by crossing Rafah border to the Egyptian side. To do so, they demand we pay 5000$ for every adult and 2500$ for kids under 15 years old and that’s if they didn’t raise the fees even higher! We won’t be receiving one dollar from this huge fee. It’s all going to go to the company and authorities in the Egyptian side. It’s how people benefit from others’ suffering, unfortunately. (At least 65k$ will go down the drain)

* Reuniting with our Moroccan roots:

It has been 5 months since we last had any source of income and we have been spending 10 times the normal prices of literally everything! Starting from square one for 4 families isn’t a piece of cake especially the first year until we can secure jobs and a steady source of income:

- We need around 100$ per person to issue passports… and around 800$ per person for plane tickets

- We don’t have a problem with 17 people having to live in one house… and that’s around 750$ - 900$ monthly rent, not to mention schools, daily expenses, medications (we have diabetes patients and asthma) and much more for 4 families and that’s going to cost around 750$ monthly to say the least for each family and it only covers the necessities and basics

- Placing a request in court to Getting our Moroccan nationality, hiring an attorney and more expenses

Kindly remember that time isn’t our best ally and as you go on with your lives please know that 4 families of 17 people will forever be thankful that you pulled them from this constant danger to the shores of safety by donating.

We appreciate your participation and so thankful for the time you spend reading our story."

The families that will receive the funds -

Zuhair M. S. Masood

Monira A. R. Masood

Hala Z. M. Masoud

Mohammed Z. M. Masood

Rana M. I. Masood

Lian M. Z. Masood

Mira M. Z. Masood

Ceila M. Z. Masood

Ahmed Z. M. Masood

Rwaida J. H. Masood

Sara A. Z. Masood

Dana A. Z. Masood

Rabab Z. M. Al Hayk

Yousef S. I. Al Hayk

Jana Y. S. Al Hayk

Amro Y. S. Al Hayk

Yazan Yousef Shabaan Al Hayk

1. Border Crossing Fees:

• $5,000 per adult • $2,500 per child under 15 years old

2. Passport and Travel Expenses: • $100 per person for passport issuance • $800 per person for plane tickets

3. Living Expenses: • Housing: $750 - $900 monthly rent for 17 people • Monthly Necessities: Approximately $750 per family

4. Legal Procedures: • Requesting Moroccan Nationality: Costs associated with hiring an attorney and court fees

The total estimated cost involves various elements, including the border crossing fees, travel expenses, living costs, and legal procedures.

Disclaimer- the fees can vary depending on the circumstance of a ceasefire but as mentioned this family has experienced total loss of their home.

100% of funds raised will dedicated to assisting the recipients in receiving aid to rebuild their life

#fundraiser #gofundme #mutual aid #donations #free rafah #gaza #palestine #rafah #signal boost #free gaza #aid #palestine aid #humanitarian aid #financial aid #urgent #donation #donate #operation olive branch #palestine charity #charity #palestine fundraiser #fundraising #ceasfire now #ceasefire #save rafah #save palestine #save gaza #all eyes on rafah #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free palestine

[swap-and-possessions]

Mile High Club

The Possessors are a tight-knit community who hosts monthly possession dares. For February, they will take their possession powers to the skies.

Read the NSFW version on my 🧡Patreon🧡.

Possessors. They are people that can take control of other people’s bodies. Most of them do it by phasing into other people’s bodies. Some take a risque portal of entry by turning themselves into slime and entering a person’s orifice. Their existence remains unknown to most people, and they like to keep it that way. Despite that, they enjoy a close community among peers where they can maintain contact with one another and even host monthly themed objectives. It’s like a mission in a video game. It gives possessors a sense of a goal, which keeps possessing random people from getting stale. 

This month’s objective is called the ‘Mile-High Club’; unlike the vanilla version, this objective among possessors tasks them with possessing a person inside a plane without getting seen. It’s difficult knowing that a plane is made up of a long hallway that allows other people to see you effortlessly. The cramped space makes it even harder. There are roaming flight attendants, and planes are now riddled with CCTV cameras. It’s a difficult challenge, and as a result, it was met with discontent from the community of possessors. Previous objectives weren't this difficult. Nevertheless, there was a small group who took the dare. Besides, the difficulty is what made this fun. 

Many expected the possessor’s forums to lay barren for the entire month of February. As the hours ticked by, posts began to pop up one by one.

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LatinoLover (OP) February 1, 2023 (1:34:56 AM GMT +0)

First, baby! While boarding the plane, I sneaked up behind this guy and possessed him. 

CockBuster (User): The plane must be miles in the air to be the Mile-High Club, idiot. IonicBond (User): Did you even read the instructions? BodySwappr1900 (Mod): You’re disqualified for not following the instructions. LatinoLover (OP): Sorry, I got too excited. I still have this guy’s massive dick, though. I’m going to the Bahamas with my equally hot boyfriend. It’s still a win for me, suckers! Space_Man2 (Mod): No worries. There is next month's objective, so stay tuned!

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BeardBeard (OP) February 1, 2023 (7:34:00 AM GMT +0)

Everyone is exaggerating airport security. People are too busy to care what’s happening in the next seat. I walked in front of this guy with the excuse of going to the bathroom, then bam! I crashed into him and possessed his body right then and there. I say, not bad. This guy’s biceps are more enormous than my fucking head. My face is too young-looking, though. A luscious beard can change that. 

RedMelon (User): Holy mama! You could crush melons with those thunder arms. DogPasta (User): Flex for us! Flex for us! BicepsConnoiseur (User): Nice guns, bro! I’d possess him if you didn’t get to take his body first. Can we body-swap after you’re done with him? Space_Man2 (Mod): Congrats! You achieved the Mile-High Club. You can see the achievement icon on your forum profile.

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Mario_Hauser1987 (OP) February 1, 2023 (6:13:12 PM GMT +0)

Men this hot should be barred by TSA for carrying explosively seductive bodies. It’s been hours in the lavatory, and I’m still in awe at my muscles. Sorry to this guy’s phone, but his gallery is now filled with pictures of himself. But first, I got to delete the first one where he caught me possessing his body. Thank goodness he didn’t struggle much, so taking over his body was fast and easy as pie.

RyanTattooParlor (User): That tattoo is art. Scan his memories and tell me where he got the ink. Penchant_Jericho (User): What are you listening at? Mario_Hauser1987 (OP): @Penchant_Jericho I don’t know yet. It might take a while before I get this dude’s memories. While I'm waiting, I'm going to check this dude's cock.  Space_Man2 (Mod): Congrats! You achieved the Mile-High Club. You can see the achievement icon on your forum profile.

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Slime-Lord01 (OP) February 2, 2023 (3:33:45 PM GMT +0)

While you ghosties are taking over single passengers, I’m out here possessing the pilot and his co-pilot. I fucking love being a slime. Another thing I love is the auto-pilot function. While everyone’s out cold from the 10-hour flight, we’re fucking like rabbits in the cockpit. Apologies to the passengers for the turbulence we’ll be having all night.

Slimerist (User): Knowing you, I bet you made the shorter guy on the right top the tall dude on the left.  Slime-Lord01 (OP): Damn right, I did. I love small tops so much.  BodyHopper (Mod): Congrats! You achieved the Mile-High Club. You can see the achievement icon on your forum profile.

#Possession #Male Possession #Male Body Possession #Body Possession #Slime

[thebangtancloud]

hey!! can i request a bts reaction of a video of them with their s/o going viral but the fans don’t know it’s them? like they are dancing in the rain or being cute at a mall and someone records them from afar and posts it😭😭😭😭 id love to see how they’d feel about it please

A video of you two goes viral ~ BTS Reactions

A/n: Dearest anon, I'd like to thank you SO MUCH for this request because it made me brainstorm those stressed fleshy lobes inside my skull and I ENJOYED WRITING THIS SO MUCH!! I really really hope everyone reading this would enjoy it as much as I did :)

Kim Namjoon:

"I'm actually blushing," Namjoon let out an embarrassed chuckle, replaying the video for the sixth time and subconsciously pulling your hand closer to his chest.

"It's a wonder people don't know it's us," you giggled, "we look cute."

"We do," he gushed, tapping the replay button to play it again. In the video, Namjoon was leaning against a wall, and a moment later, you skipped your way over to him, pulled his mask down just enough so that it was below his mouth, and then leaped up to kiss him on his lips.

Namjoon could still feel the blush that had crept up his neck when you kissed him, and he began to laugh when he saw himself being all nervous and looking away when you put his mask back on.

"It's embarrassing to see myself in this, I've never seen a video of us before."

"You look like a giant in the video," you pointed out with a squeal, gently squeezing his muscles.

"And you look small," he smirked, turning to you and kissing your cheek. "Really small."

"If the video was taken even a little closer, I'm sure people would've known that it's us."

"I know right," you acknowledged, double-tapping the post and saving it.

"It seems like the person who recorded it was trying to get the cafe behind us, but got us instead."

"But people are going crazy over it," he observed, opening up the comments section.

"Couple goals, oh my gawd they're so cute! He's so tall- damn right he is," you huffed, squeezing his cheeks with your fingers and shaking his face cutely.

"My boyfriend is tall."

"You never stop telling me that," Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"As if you want me to."

"That's right. Keep telling me how tall I am and maybe I'll pull your mask down to kiss you next time."

"You'd never. You hate PDA."

"Don't challenge me."

Kim Seokjin:

"Babe, what color did we wear last week to the airport?"

You looked to the ceiling, trying to remember. "Um, yellow? I'm not sure."

"It's us," Jin confirmed with a nod, walking towards your table and holding the phone in front of your face for you to see.

"There's this video that Jungkook sent me, I guess it's going viral but they don't know it's us."

"Wait-" you scoffed in disbelief after reading the caption, "'what a loving father'?!"

"It looks like a father is taking care of his daughter," Jin chuckled, "not everyone opens up a burger for their significant other."

"From which angle do I look like a daughter?" you asked him incredulously, taking the phone from him to watch the entire video again.

You clearly looked at least three times smaller in size to him because of the chair - which was broken and wouldn't go up - and Jin and his broad shoulders were the only things that were actually visible; including the way he expertly opened the packaging of the burger, folding it so that you could hold it well and then giving it to you, finishing his lovely act of service with a fond pat to the top of your head.

"Are people actually thinking I'm your daughter?" you looked up at him.

"They don't know it's us," he patted your head just like he did in the video, "but they clearly think it's cute."

"You're finding this funny?"

"I kind of am," Jin admitted with a laugh. "You look cute, I had no idea I even did that. All I could think of was getting on the plane and falling asleep."

"Well," you looked away with a shy giggle, "I do remember thinking of how sweet you were when you did that for me."

"Now we can remember it forever," Jin gestured to the video.

"I would've, even if it wasn't recorded," you grinned up at him. "I always remember the little things that you do for me, it makes me feel special."

"My little babie," he cooed, bending down and squishing your cheeks lovingly.

"I live to make you feel special."

Min Yoongi:

"You are the sweetest human being ever," you stated firmly, looking across at Yoongi with tears glistening in your eyes.

"What happened now?"

"This happened," you handed him the phone, watching the way his eyes widened slightly in realization.

"Someone recorded this?"

"That's secondary," you insisted. "How can you be so sweet?"

"What's sweet in that?" Yoongi laughed, replaying the video once again. "I just didn't want your clothes to get wet."

"But you could let yours get wet?"

"I was wearing a black hoodie, it wouldn't make much of a difference," Yoongi explained. "You were wearing pink, it would've darkened if you got the rain on you."

"Yoongi," you crawled over towards where he was seated, holding his knees and shaking your head.

"All of that doesn't matter to me, I just- you're too sweet. No one has ever done this for me."

"I know," he touched the side of your head gently. "Even though you deserve it. I'd do this a hundred times over, only for you."

"Ah," you sighed, looking away, overwhelmed with emotions.

"Why are you crying, baby?" Yoongi took a hold of your face, setting the phone down and making you face him.

"I just gave you more space under the umbrella, that's all. It's nothing to cry about."

"It is!" you cried, throwing your hands into the air. "It makes me feel so special and horrible all at the same time. I didn't even know you were getting wet in the rain, but the thought that you'd do that for me makes me feel happy."

"You little thing," he chuckled fondly, pulling you closer and placing your head on his chest.

"This is nothing compared to what I want to do for you, bubba."

Jung Hoseok:

"I look like an egg."

You cackled at Hoseok's words, slapping his shoulders playfully at how deadly serious he was looking.

"No, you don't!"

"Yes I do, I look like a rich egg."

In the video that Jimin had sent you, Hoseok had no make-up on with his hair hidden behind a red beanie. He had marched over to where you were standing by the counter, turning you around and holding three hangers with pretty dresses against you to see which one would suit you best.

"I don't even know why I did that, I look like a fool trying to see which one looks nice when I ended up buying them all."

"It was quite funny," you nodded with a laugh. "I was looking for some comfy slippers for you. It's even funnier that we were buying things for each other."

"You didn't even buy me those," he narrowed his eyes at you.

"I bought you the jacket that you wanted," you scoffed. "You told me not to buy the slippers!"

"You told me not to buy the dress either."

"No, I didn't? There's a video as proof!"

"Shush, now." He rolled his eyes, quickly changing the topic.

"How do people not even know it's me? I look so... me."

"You actually do. Look at those calves."

Park Jimin:

"That's what every boyfriend must do," Jimin pointed to himself, squirming around in the confined space of the couch to take a closer look at the picture.

"Every girl dreams of having a boyfriend like you, Jimin," you touched the side of his face tenderly.

Jimin smirked in response, sending you a wink before snatching his phone from your grip.

"I'm sending this to Jin hyung as proof."

"Proof of what?"

"That my feet are not smaller than yours."

Your head fell back against the arm of the sofa, a mighty laugh tearing through your chest.

"That's something only Park Jimin would need to do," you teased.

"Well, you're wearing my shoes here, so of course, my feet aren't smaller than yours. Otherwise, it wouldn't fit, no?"

"Yes baby," you giggled at the way he didn't even realize he was pouting.

"Send me that video, please."

"I already did."

You lazily pulled your phone out of your pocket to open up the video, watching with a fond smile as Jimin stopped you in the middle of the road, made you take your heels off, and gave you his own sneakers to wear. Jimin walked the rest of the journey in his socks, holding your hand firmly in his with your heels held in the other.

Right next to you, Jimin was already on the phone with Seokjin, pointing animatedly into the air as he tried to prove his point to his hyung.

"I told you I don't have smaller feet than her!"

Kim Taehyung:

"I can't believe someone got this on camera," Taehyung murmured distractedly, eyes solely focused on the two of you dancing in a garden.

"This looks so much more romantic than it felt," you observed.

"I know right?" He looked up at you. "These look so much easier in the movies, the rain kept going into my eyes."

"And my hair was stuck to my neck, I probably looked so ugly," you chuckled.

"No, you didn't," he frowned. "You looked like an angel that night."

"And you looked like my prince," you pulled his cheek fondly.

"I am your prince," he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Your prince who wasn't strong enough to not let you fall."

"It was an accident," you giggled, remembering the way your heel sunk into a wet patch of mud and you were falling sideways before Taehyung could grip you.

"At least whoever recorded this stopped it in time," you pointed out.

"Maybe they shouldn't have," Taehyung smirked. "They would've got the kiss, too."

"Right," you laughed. "That was the messiest kiss of my life, I'm pretty sure you got some dirt into my mouth."

"Admit it, the kiss made you feel better though," Taehyung defended himself. "You looked like you could cry after falling."

"You sure you talking about me?"

"Who else, then?"

"You, of course."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," Jungkook pushed you away when you fell onto his lap in a fit of laughter, zooming into the video and trying to confirm if that was really the two of you, before throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut.

"What the heck!"

"That's us!"

"I've seen this video before - how did I not know that's us?!"

"Holy shit," you wheezed, slapping his thigh repeatedly. "That was so long ago!"

"Oh- wait, you're the small one," Jungkook pointed to the screen.

"Yeah, no shit, I am," you nodded, pinching the inside of his arm which pulled a squeak from him.

"Were we drunk?"

"I guess so," you giggled, placing your hand over his to look at the video. "Oh my god, that's embarrassing to look at now."

"I'm jumping like a kangaroo," Jungkook cackled loudly. "What! Why did I even do that?"

"Only you can do a cartwheel in the middle of the road."

"Wait, isn't there a kis- OH MY GOD WE KISSED!"

"We did," you chuckled at his reaction. "Yep, clearly drunk."

"Why on earth is this video so long? And oh em gee we're wearing onesies."

You looked up at him with your eyes wide in disbelief.

"Did you just notice that?"

"I mean," he shrugged sheepishly. "Yeah."

"Wow, no wonder you didn't know it was us."

"I can see that cute little butt of yours," Jungkook smirked, pointing to the slightly long tail that was attached to the back of your tiger onesie.

"I struggle to understand why you didn't recognize yourself when you're literally wearing a kookie onesie!"

"That could've been a fan too!"

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BTS Reactions // Masterlist

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[finalfrontierpublishing]

Been holding onto some books - simple designs mostly, as my goal has been to get my backlog of textblocks from binderary completed.

Some new things were done - I made my first quarto and first cut-out. I bound Sigh No More by @dhampir72 - which was an exercise in persistence (and frustration).

Statistics:

20,231 words || 84 pages

Body text: Liberation Serif, 9 point

Accents: Lemon Milk

I was inspired by the themes of the fic - about loneliness and welcome homes and the setting of the fic partly taking place in planes and airports, and wanted to make a cutout reminiscent of a plane window. the fic ends on such a bittersweet, pensive note that i tried to emulate that in the bind.

However, i was stymied so many times by the frigging cutout- the bind was so cursed because i tore the cut out so many times. i don't have a colour printer and was forced to make two trips to do my printing on a colour printer. i used handmade (and by that, i mean by me) marbled paper that I made in a marbling class as my endpapers. they don't necessarily match, but i love the non-pareil pattern and i so badly wanted to use it.

I also used french double core endbands - matching the insert's colours - had some good fun with it - though i have been very rusty and don't quite remember the steps for endbands. I also used some lovely duo elster supplied by @pleasantboatpress when we did a bind trade, we also traded bookcloth and resources and i love this colour of duo!

My other bind, a bind i did post binderary before i took a long break was the traceability series by @blackidyll.

Statistics:

73,221 words || 223 pages

Body text: Georgia, 10.5 point

Accents: Alien League II

I had some issues with over-pressing hence the distortion of some of the finer lines of the cover. i had been playing with heat-reactive HTV over the font title (inspired by @nodeadfandoms who used heat-reactive HTV in their binds in such a cool way), but unfortunately the silver and grey doesn't have much contrast when i run my finger along the HTV.

Made with Japanese bookcloth - blue from hollanders, this bookcloth is quite a favourite of mine though it's really backed so thinly with paper.

For my last book bound during Binderary - I bound Quriosity by @drgrlfriend.

Statistics:

93,121 words || 345 pages

Body text: Georgia, 11 point

Accents: Sigana Condensed

As mentioned I kinda fumbled the HTV as I decided to use a different brand of HTV (Cricut Foil vs Siser), which had some issues adhering. It's definitely not perfect, but I had some fun with the original Bond design on the cover and using lines as a theme for the design aspects of the fic. I've also discovered my near unhealthy obsession with tall vertical looking fonts - i am not sorry.

I used purple silk moire cloth, which has a lovely sheen, though i think that colibri will always hold my heart.

I still have 9 more text blocks to go - am working towards trying out some marbled edges or foil edges in the future - have two flatbacks ready for some experimental 'fuck around and find out' treatment.

Life has been a little ridiculous recently, so it's likely my binding for the next couple of months will proceed at a glacial and erratic pace - a good deal of apologies to the people i've promised author copies, it might take a while.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #my books #renegade bindery #james bond #Q #quriosity #sigh no more #traceability

[lustheavens]

For Both Our Sakes part 3 - Vincenzo Ricci x reader

Summary: After everything that happened with your now deceased boyfriend and the fight with your brother Vincenzo the day is finally here to escape the threatening grasp of the Salieri family. Having taken your brother’s advice very seriously to get the hell out of Lost Heaven, you are now minutes away from your goal. However, the mafia always seem to be one step ahead and in this case…it’s your own flesh and blood.

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: Hello! So I finally got around to finish the last part of a previous fic that I made where Vincenzo’s sister was dating Sergio Morello. I really wanted to do my best but at the same time it’s been sitting in my drafts for so long so I kind of just wanted to finally post it. So sorry if it’s a bit rushed 😵‍💫 Anyway, hope you enjoy!

You throw one last look over your shoulder to reassure yourself that nobody has been following you before jumping into the taxi that will take you to Lost Heaven Airport. As you’ve put your seatbelt on you lean closer to the front seat row to make sure the driver hears your properly. “Lost Heaven Airport, please.” You say, the words coming out a bit more rushed than you had hoped. So many things are currently running through your mind making it ten times harder to focus on one thing at a time. “It’s urgent.” You add. The driver nods his head and before you know it you’re being escorted out of the city. You try to get comfortable in your seat hoping to find some kind of consolation in the scenery passing by outside the window. You let out a deep sigh while unconsciously biting on your nails nervously. This will be it. You promised your brother to leave Lost Heaven for good and never come back - that is if you want to stay alive. A part of you can’t help but worry about your brother. What will they do to him? There’s no chance they’d be as ruthless towards him as they would be to you if you got caught, right?

Before your thoughts can wander off any further you are interrupted by the car coming to a stop. “This is your stop, miss.” The cab driver says before exiting the car and opening your door for you. You give him a slight smile before getting out of the car yourself while trying to keep your head low in case someone would recognise you somehow. The cab driver opens the trunk of the car and gets your bags out for you before putting them down on the ground. He looks at you with a polite smile. “The ride has already been paid for. Have a safe flight.” He says before getting back in the cab and driving off. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion for a quick moment before shaking the thoughts of who could possibly have paid for your fare off. You hastily pick up your belongings from the sidewalk and throw another quick glance over your shoulder before making your way into the airport, picking up speed the closer you get. Once inside it almost feels like a relief - almost. It seems like the whole city has decided to travel today which makes the perfect cover for you as you quickly try to navigate to the help desk without coming off as too suspicious.You hastily make your way over to the lady standing behind the help desk, dropping your bag with a thud on the floor. You grab onto the edge of the desk while trying to catch your breath for a moment. The lady looks at you with slight concern. “Can I help you, miss?” She asks, leaning forward slightly. You nod and pull out your plane ticket from your coat before handing it to her. “I’m flying to England. Do you happen to know where I should go?” The stress of someone connected to your brother’s gang possibly having spotted you starts to catch up to you and it takes every ounce of your strength not to throw glances over your shoulder every ten seconds. The lady behind the help desk nods before trying to guide you through gestures. “If you follow this corridor straight and then take a left you should see the exit doors which leads you to the hangars. Big glass doors, you can’t miss it.” You give her a quick nod and a smile before making your way in the direction she showed you.

“Flight 306, destination London, England, now boarding!” You quickly act upon the announcement and get in line to board the plane. You know it’s too early to let out a breath of relief but you can’t help but feel as if maybe there’s a chance of a new start, a completely new life. Considering everything that has been happening lately, and the bare fact that the Salieri family wants you dead, there is absolutely no chance for you to stay in Lost Heaven. And the painful memory of the disappointment in your beloved brothers eyes when you got caught having a romantic relationship with Sergio Morello...

You’re pulled back into reality when the flight attendant asks you for your plane ticket. You quickly pull it out of your coat once again and hand it to him. He clips the edge off before handing it back to you, motioning for you to enter the plane and take your seat. However, the moment you sit down you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You look up and see the flight attendant standing there, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb. “Miss, someone requests your attention.” You try to catch a glimpse of who wants to speak to you but to no use. “Who?” You ask, an unsettling tingle spreading throughout your body. What if Salieri’s men finally caught up with you? The flight attendant shrugs his shoulder. “They wouldn’t say. They only requested to speak to you urgently, in the main building.” You swallow hard and nod before standing up, your legs slowly turning into jelly. “You have 20 minutes before take-off.” You take a quick look around before making your way to the back of the plane where the exit is. With heavy steps you walk down the ladder and make your way back into the airport waiting area, the place still bustling with people. You scan the room carefully as the panic starts to rise. Your breathing gradually becomes heavier and shorter and within seconds your feet start moving on their own, back in the direction of where the plane is waiting for you. You have to get out of here. You promised your brother that you would disappear. Going back now would not only imply a broken promise to Vinny but also to yourself. The only way to get out of this alive is to leave. Now.

You quickly pick up the pace as you hurry along the waiting hall not caring anymore to look if anyone’s following you. Suddenly you feel someone gripping onto your upper arm tightly, pulling you into a secluded room and away from the loud noises and curious eyes. Your breath gets caught in the back of your throat and instantly you start flailing your arms around in a fight-or-flight response. A hand is brought up to cover your mouth as you scream in panic. You can’t figure out who it is since the whole room is pitch black, but you’re certain it’s a man. Despite your protests he starts dragging you along the floor until your back is pushed up against a wall. “Shh, shh, shh...” the man softly hushes you, the slight shakiness in his voice quite prominent. “It’s going to be okay.” You don’t say anything but in a strange way you feel a little bit comforted by the man’s words. Suddenly you hear clicks and clanks when suddenly an ice cold surface presses against your temple sending shivers down your spine. “It’ll all be okay.” The man’s voice cracks and you instantly realise who it is - Vincenzo. Your eyes widen and the panic once again strikes you. “Vinny?!” He hushes you again, this time with a much sharper tone. “Please,” he begs, his voice softening up a little. “Don’t make this more difficult than it already is.” His voice is low och faint, his words coming out as more of a whisper than anything else. He lets go of you before standing up, leaving you a hopeless mess on the ground. Your legs are weak but even so you try to stand up as well, leaning against the wall. You watch as your brother walks across the room in silence, a tear starting to roll down your cheek. “Vinny...” you say more gently this time, his name rolling off your tongue slowly. “What is going on?” you ask, the silence killing you inside. His head hangs low as he squats down, his back still facing you, with his hands covering his face. You hear him take a deep breath before he stands up once again. “I’m so sorry...”

Click, click, bang.

You suddenly feel yourself slide down the brick wall, your breath completely caught at the back of your throat. An incredibly warm sensation spreads throughout your chest but before you can look down to see what’s causing that feeling the world around you becomes blurry, very blurry. You hear rushed footsteps getting closer but even the noises around you starts drowning out slowly but surely. The bullet hit you right in the center of your chest but the adrenaline already running rampage in your system causes the injury to feel less serious than it is. You’re shaken out of your blurry thoughts once you feel Vincenzo grab onto you, his strong embrace holding you as close to him as physically possible. Your eyes meet his gaze which is full of regret. “It’s all my fault.” You mumble in between moments of your consciousness fading in and out. He shakes his head as you catch a tear stream down his cheek. “This would have never happened if I took my responsibility as your big brother.” He says, his voice strained as he fights back the tears that are threatening to fall. “My choices and decisions caused all of this.” You reach one hand up to stroke his cheek with your thumb. You manage to let a slight smile appear on your lips. “And it’s been one hell of a ride.” He looks at you in disbelief, probably thinking you’re crazy for finding humour in anything right now. “You could say that.” His grip tightens around you as he noticed your presence slowly decreasing with each passing second.

“Vinny?” He instantly looks at you, brushing a couple of hair strands off your face. “Do you think I’m a bad person for…you know?” His eyes widen slightly and you can literally sense a piece of him breaking at your question. He keeps brushing his fingers through your hair, faint sniffles escaping every now and then. “I could never. You’re my baby sister and if anyone’s a bad person it’s me for letting all of this happen to you.” More tears roll down his face as he moves one hand over to stroke your cheek instead. You use the last strength in your body to reach up to grab his wrist. “I forgive you.” The words come out as a whisper as the world around you gradually turns white, your eyes closing in the process. “I’m so tired.” You whisper faintly. Vincenzo lets go of the tear stream he’s been trying to hold back all this time once he realises that he’s losing you. He plants a long kiss on your forehead, squeezing his eyes shut as he hears you take your last breath.

“I’ll see you on the other side. I promise.”

#mafia the city of lost heaven #mafia definitive edition #vincenzo ricci #vincenzo x reader

[astra-nomy]

hey, firstly your posts are amazing <3 actually i want to ask about manifesting an sp, been affirming & have seen movement but it isnt what i affirmed (like not the end goal of being in a rs). how was it like for u when u manifested yours & if you got any advice for me rn? thank u so much <3

hi thank you so much! i'm sorry that you're having a little difficulty, but don't worry babes, i've got u covered ;)

HOW I MANIFESTED A SPECIFIC PERSON <3

☆ I decided what I wanted. I scrolled through Pinterest and saved photos i thought were adorbs and thought, "This is me and my SP". And by the way, You can manifest both real people and fictional. I dated an almost carbon copy of Stiles Stilinski for a bit until he moved away. Then, I was at this airport in Hawai'i and I saw the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. She was literally exactly my type. We made eye contact as I was getting on the plane and I thought "oh my god I'll never see her again that's so sad" and then I get on the plane and five FREAKING MINUTES LATER, she gets on the plane and takes the seat in front of me. And that's when I realized that this was the sign of all signs. I airdropped my number to like seven people on that plane, none of them were her. But I didn't lose hope.

☆ I persisted and chose not to believe in the odds. My brain kept giving me excuses like "You saw her in Hawai'i. You don't even live in Hawai'i." and "There's no chance you'll never see her again" but I was so incredibly determined that I had no issue being like "No, I will see her again because she's real and I've already seen her and out of all the planes she could've taken, she was on mine. and out of all the seats on that plane, she sat in front of me. It's already aligned so perfectly, it's gotta continue that way."

☆ I daydreamed and affirmed. I love daydreaming man. It distracts me from negativity and doubts and just lets me live in that happy feeling of fulfillment. I affirmed before I went to sleep and visualized what it was going to be like when we met again. I didn't worry about how or when, I focused on that feeling of meeting her again.

Gotta be honest, that's all I did. I saw her again, of course, and she is literally the most perfect person ever.

#manifesting #law of assumption #neville goddard #reality shifting #manifestation #affirmations #loa #self concept #manifest #shifting realities #master manifestor

[shutterbug-12]

Just in case y'all want to know:

I haven't been as chatty or around in general (and haven't been making or posting gifs on the sideblog either) in a few months, since the beginning of May, really. And that's because I've truly had so much going on day to day, but not a lot to report. But this is an attempt, just to let y'all know I'm still here and still love you (especially you and you and you). So here's what's been going on (below the cut):

Novel (and novel class). Since May, I've written about 70,000 of my first draft of my novel. I've been pushed hard (in great ways) by the novel class that I'm in, which meets weekly. I just submitted a 150 page section of the book to my classmates for critique, and I have another 150 page section due in about 10 weeks. So the writing can't stop, won't stop. It's very exciting because I'm truly in it now. I'm enjoying the process. It's so hard to write a (good) novel, and the first draft is absolute drivel and messy, but it's just the beginning, and I'm still very pleased and happy with the whole thing. I will have a full first draft done by December 6. That's the due date. I have a calendar of word counts to help me meet this goal and it's going so well. Revisions are going to be a beast, but I'm still looking forward to that too.

Reading (and novel class). In addition to writing, I've been reading my classmate's submissions and providing feedback every week. So that's 300 pages of thoughtful, engaged reading, plus two sets of feedback, plus writing my own material every week. It's a lot. But, whew, it's fabulous.

Work. Of course. Fucking work.

Visit to see my parents and sister. I rarely get back to my hometown to see my parents (they live quite far away from me. 6-7 hours of plane travel--actual time in the air--plus all the travel to the airports, the waiting, the transfers, the expense, my god, it's so expensive). But my sister was coming in from Taiwan, where she's lived for the last year, and where she's returning. I'm still here visiting. My sister came down with COVID, so it's made things very difficult and stressful, but we're still visiting the best we can. My parents are also trying to fight the building of a cell tower literally across the street from their house, so I also had to do a complete legal analysis and prepare a case for them and their allies in the neighborhood so they can present their case as the zoning board meeting tonight. Those two things alone have taken up a lot of mental energy and time. I've cooked the dinners. I've been doing the dishes. I've been making everyone drink way more water. It's been so much. I'm glad I'm visiting and that I'm here, but it's been so much. Before my sister's symptoms were super bad (and before she tested positive), we all had a jubilant Christmas in July celebration, where we exchanged our gifts now, played the Chipmunk Christmas. Amanda brought and shared many unique Taiwanese snacks. That was lovely. But it's my last full day here (and I'm seeing my best friend tonight for the first time in years), and I'm kind of relieved and excited to go back home to my man and dogs and regular life. I hope I can escape without getting COVID. So far, no symptoms.

So that's why I've been a bit more absent than usual. But I hope everyone's doing okay and having a lovely summer (how is it almost August already). Be kind to yourselves. <3

[changeling-of-the-fae]

Post-Op Day 4

Today has been exceedingly educational. Aka, when everyone says "don't stop taking your meds" you should probably listen:

You might need them for longer than you think.

I tried to taper off the percocet - I did fine with 12 hours between doses, so buoyed by my previous success and relative lack of pain, I tried to hold out for 24 hours.

That turns out to have been a mistake.

I have writer brain, so I'm filing this all away for future reference. But I understand now that people react very differently to pain. I think I always sort of knew that, just like I know sometimes I feel sick because I have a bad headache, and not because my stomach is upset.

I saw a lot of posts about people crying, or screaming, when they didn't keep up with their post-op meds (or waited until the nerve block wore off to take them.)

I didn't see anything about throwing up, so I'm going to add my experience to the hat which is to say:

Pain makes me nauseous. I felt sick to my stomach before I even realized I was in pain. When I did, it was that burning again - only worse. I've never been tazed, but I'm imagining it feels something like this, on your whole leg.

Imagine someone replacing your leg with a hot fire poker.

The good news is, percocet kicks in pretty quick. So after white knuckling it for about 30 minutes, hoping it would just pass, I gave up and went for the meds.

I will say, my diversion tactics seem to work to a certain extent - pain is noise and if I give my brain enough other noise to focus on, it seems to help.

Some of it is literal noise - apologies to my eardrums, but it's for a worthy cause. And the rest is sensory - I refilled my water bottle with cold water and put it against the side of my face. I'm not saying I could have functioned in that state, but it was slightly more bearable (and I managed not to puke while waiting for the meds to do their thing.)

Tomorrow we're going to stick to the 12 hour schedule, but on half doses. Just to be on the safe side.

I took my notes and that's not an experience I care to relive.

On a bright note, I finally started Horizon: Forbidden West today. I set it to Ultra Hard to make it last as long as possible - so far so good, since I haven't managed to beat the tutorial boss.

It'a good to have goals.

And skills - I've gotten really good at using my non-op leg to move my bad leg around. I had a lot of practice since I injured it mountainside, then had three days before leaving, then on and off the plane and back to the airport again, and all the time after when my quads weren't firing.

Nurse Hottie was shocked post-op by how well I could maneuver without help. I didn't consider it much, but now I'm remembering a friend explaining how she had to hold her son's leg when he went to the bathroom or showered, and how it was awful for both of them because sometimes she would drop it on accident.

Which is a lot of words to say that no one can be as careful with your knee as you are, and I've been really lucky because I've been managing without a designated Leg Lifter.

Which is probably why I was so startled today when I finally dropped my leg for the first time. I've been elevating on an wheeled ottoman, with stuff behind it so I can't accidentally slide it away. The problem is that then it's in the way when I want to get up, and I can only push it so far, so I need someone to slide it the rest of the way.

Well. They did that thing, but boy was I ever not ready. I'm not sure who was more surprised when my leg came crashing down. It hurt (surprise surprise), but I'm pretty sure it's going to take more than a little unexpected gravity to undo my surgeon's fine handy work.

My lesson here is to put up warning signs, by which I mean micromanage and advocate loudly for your needs to whoever is helping you.

It's one thing to hurt yourself, and another for someone who has no idea what hurts where to accidentally do it.

#knee surgery #mpfl tear #knee injury #mpfl recovery #patellar dislocation #recovery blog #pain medication #personal #horizon forbidden west

[abyssalpriest]

Selkie, 24/9/23

Lying in bed post-meditation with Lev, a mouse sounds from under my bed. As much as it is to be expected in an old house in Ireland I haven't had mice in this room in ages. It's loud, biting, gnawing; desperate teeth scrape louder than the whips of the Irish flag in curling Irish wind outside my window. Scraping. Tearing. What's under there? Under where we're laying, right behind me, what is that? Old keepsakes: Photos, toys, memorabilia... "Keepsake" implies pleasure but it's more a ghost, a haunting of guilt, I'm so tired of all the things that are in there. They bite my flesh with pangs of forced identification and puppet around the corpse of a self that I just can't lay to rest. I always dream of school, a place I don't remember, and I refuse to throw out these things trying to rebirth them under a guise of nostalgia because "One day it will click, Dei, one day you'll get it, one day you'll identify with these and that returning self will hate you for destroying all it has tying it to this world." I hate myself now, there is no "one day". This is a puppet of my own creation, I am the one desecrating the corpse of a child by stringing it up in unrecognised webbing and opening and shutting its mouth to make it tell me it hates me, that I'm a disgrace, that it is the "true" me to which I am an imposter.

The rebirth cannot be externalised, it cannot be in a puppet. Eat, mouse. I'm tired of tying myself to an obligation of others. Tired of the angsty angry teenager I used to be waiting for their heart to be judged against a feather by hands that have already firmly and lovingly greeted me. I attend the Otherside already, my judgement-before-entry came stamped by birthright. I've lived a life where I've wanted to die for what's now approaching more years than I've lived not suicidal, and I've been afraid to die the entire time. Ghosting death itself. I'm my own 'corpse' shoved under my own bed, terrified of what my hands are done - but I am not dead under there, suffering, bleeding out, concussed, beaten, bruised, abused, maimed, screaming with no vocal chords to my current self to just finish the job but I am a coward. So happy to flirt with death, never brave enough to be executioner. What will happen to my body when I go? At one point in my life my hope for post-death treatment would be to have my corpse thrown into water to be eaten by fish, but I never embraced it. A Wednesday I was going to kill myself in school if something happened, if not I wouldn't. That river I was going to throw myself into haunts me, snakes under my bed, incessant cold of its scales running down my back.

Lev, take me, drag me, to the airport - no, not good enough. The need to "go", the need to walk to somewhere else, is not satiated by staying on this plane where all is monotonous lectures from a monotonous teacher grating across monotonous life goals and lack of vision. Nothing here snakes with me. God, this plane is so restricting, like a latex bodysuit bought for Mother Earth by her lover, the Polar Sky Kings: beautiful in its synonymity with the obsidian mirror - causing virulent visions in each of her writhing movements - but so restrictive. Fun until the claustrophobia knocks on the door of comfort like a clock striking 13.

The mouse again claws in my room but it sounds like it's at my door. Tired. Restrained. This is a fun game, to tie myself up and wear the suit, to play the Shakti role, to house... But the illusion becomes suffocating. Where am I housed when all I house is other people? Where am I?

Gnawing under my bed, there is no mouse, there is Shiva in the form of one; there is no I, there is Shiva in the form of me. I then in myriad forms scrape and scrape and scrape and chew and bite and salivate and grasp and grope at decade-old photographs, toys. Meaningless to me, for my mouse mouth cannot speak English, meaningless to me as my innumerable bred mouse children will die before a human child begins playing with such things. Meaningless colours, meaningless handwriting, meaningless red threads of fate, just the sensory satisfaction of plastic and fibres and chewy regurgitated trees made in territories bigger than mine for purposes I'll never get -

Leviathan is by my door behind me, a haunting, feet-less silhouette of black, his hat clear in its form but its body like a lava lamp exploring and therefore detaching off into nothingness, uncontained by a glass vase and instead by the glass of the firmament dome. A hat on... The need to leave. Ready to. Shiva the visitor, the transient guest. The need to explore, to know. The need to become the self. In one form as universal Shiva I am stuck on a pillar in the frothing ocean dragging the cosmic weight of my scaled, fishlike, snakelike tail of a bottom half to the surface. I hold on with incapable human nails, and I realise I'm struggling not against the storm but against myself: the stormy sea is writhing and frothing with anger with me, swaying with my unaccomplishment and inability to hold on stably. I'm so long, the more I look back the more I see my tail must be fifty times my length and I'm... Why am I questioning how long I must be. Surely I can feel its entire length...

The answer I don't want is to be told I'm fine here. I am strong here, but I am not deluded as to my state. I'm haunted by being a child dying, rotting, haunted by scraping my throat with words I don't want to be speaking about how I'm hallucinating, no one listens. They tell me I may have anxiety. They don't hear my mind cracking and breaking. I tell them I am losing my mind, that I am seeing things, that I am hearing things, that I am out of reality, they tell me everyone is anxious. I cry and cry for years and years at people I labelled parents that I'm suicidal and having psychotic symptoms - without the word "psychotic", I'm told by my communities I don't have enough issues to dare use that word - and I get told I'm fine, that what is asked of me isn't much, it's laziness if anything. I'm fine. We all have to deal with what I go through. I get told 1000 times that what I experience isn't real, the 1001st time will not be me. I will not say that to myself again.

The world is a spiralling mess. I am eyes. I am the gliding bird over the top of reality woven into the firmament paradox that watches, I am the bird that has raised in vision this human race from its conception, I am the rolling clouds of the Storms, I weave with the Sky Fathers. I do not hate to be normal, I hate that all my abnormalities that I slide through like mothering ocean water are condemned as unnecessary fiction. Rise on to the pillar and stay there? Deal with it? No. It is my choice to make. To be seen and unseen, to be the perceiver. You cannot see into my retina, the shadowed place where all light falls. 

This is not a suicide note, this is an obituary to my skin before I peel it off.

#ramblings // #Priest // #visions // #emphasis on that last part lmfao im talking about dying bc i want to fucking kill the false self and kill my obligation and kill the image #of who i used to be because im Transitory and Deluded. im sick of being my own doubter. I know what im doing

[happyandticklish]

Hmm, you know, it's New Year's Eve, so I figured, why not do something random before the year's done.

I was just reading various people's answers to various tickle related questions I found on Quora, and I thought I could share some of the ones I thought were pretty cute/funny/amusing/interesting. Just because, since I'm bored. 🤷‍♀️

(Fair warning this post will be pretty long)

So, here goes!

Who is the most ticklish person you've ever met?

Answer from Courtney Gibson:

"One of my best guy friends in university. In first year we'd have classes in this big lecture hall with swivel chairs that attached to tables in sets of two and I'd usually sit next to him. Before class would start, I'd usually get antsy and fidgety so I'd swivel back and forth in my chair, not realizing my elbow was brushing up against his side each time. Eventually I looked over at him and he through a clenched jaw he said "please stop. You're tickling me."

I pretty much made it my goal that year to "desensitize" him from being tickled; it did not work. To this day whenever I see him working on campus I'll run up behind him and jab him in the sides to make him jump, usually freaking out whoever is sitting next to him. "

Second answer from Chelsea Mercer:

"This girl that started at my school a few months prior to finishing gr.7!

Her and I were both rather shy, so we instantly became friends.

She was much on the smaller side for her age…so she got teased a lot for it. One time a bigger girl poked her in the belly and she instantly shrieked, and keeled over, protecting her ticklish spot.

Another time she was sitting in my lap, and I put my arms around her waste (NOT intentionally trying to tickle her at all!) She instantly burst into hysterical laughter and begged me to remove my arm!

I kind of regret it now, but I did take advantage of her weakness…It was hard not to! "

(I can't say I blame her, lol. I probably would too~ 🤭)

What has your experience been with having ticklish abs?

Answer from Natalie Chen

"I’m ticklish everywhere. I’ll just say it isn’t fun. People may poke you accidentally and you jump up because you’re THAT ticklish. When people say they will tickle you, you already start feeling the tingles. Before the hand even touches you, you’re already squirming.

The worst experience was when a friend of mine whom I just met on that day itself helped me to get rid of something on my neck, cloth or cotton. I’m extremely sensitive and when my friend just touches my neck, I went nuts. I squirmed and shouted because I was shocked and ticklish. Worst first day ever."

Sencond answer from Lesley Ann Barklay:

"I don’t just have ticklish abs.

I have ticklish everything.

In 2005 my husband and I were travelling to the USA. We arrived at the airport only to find out that when I canceled a connecting flight the night before, I had actually cancelled our tickets altogether and the flight was full.

Half an hour and $600 later, the airport staff had found us two separate seats. We proceeded to the departure lounge, and went through the extra security check. We had our hand luggage throughly searched, and then we had a pat down.

I went into the curtained off area, and stood with my arms out as the female guard began to pat me down.

I bit my lip as her hands glided over my outstretched arms.

I cracked a smile as they moved towards my under arms.

As her hands moved down my body I burst into laughter.

The guard backed away, staring at me in suspicion.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry,” I sputtered between giggles. “I’m so sorry, I’m just really ticklish.”

“Oh,” she said, slightly mollified as she finished her job.

I went through and sat in the waiting area with my husband.

Just as the plane began boarding, our names were called, requesting that we proceed to the help desk.

We raced back to the security area. “Excuse me,” I said, “May I leave my bag here while I go back to the help counter?”

“No!”

“But -” I stopped when it looked like they were about to arrest me for terrorism. “Never mind, I’ll just take it with me.”

We rushed back, hoping against hope that we wouldn’t miss our flight, only to find that they had managed to get us two seats together.

Then we had to go back through security again.

“Don’t worry, she’s just ticklish,” the first guard said to the other one as she patted me down again. "

What did you think about getting raspberries blown on your belly as a kid?

Answer from Jamie Rice:

" I have loved getting belly raspberries for as long as I can remember. I'm sure I have told this story somewhere before but growing up without doubt one of my favourite games was when someone would check my belly button for 'Belly Button Fluff'. I'd lay down on the bed, sofa or just on the floor and they'd pop a pillow or cushion under my back, pull up my top if I had clothes on (often I’d just be in shorts or my underwear) and get me to stretch out as big as I could. Strangely there was never a day that went by when they couldn't see some fluff in there that needed to come out. Ha-ha!!

Step one to get the fluff out was they'd wiggle a finger around in my belly button. My belly is one of my most ticklish places, so I’d immediately start wriggling and giggling. The fluff never came out, but it was only the start and, as much as I loved it, I knew better tickles were to come.

Step two was to tickle the whole of the wider belly area with fast, spidery fingers in the hope that by exercising my tummies 'tickle muscles' they'd force the fluff to pop out. It rarely worked but I loved it all the same and would be in fits of giggles. Usually by this time someone else had joined in too and was holding my arms over my head to stop me covering my tummy with my hands. Sometimes they'd swap and take turns trying to tickle the fluff out. Other times there would be up to three people tickling me (one holding my arms, one holding my feet (and often tickling them) and one tickling my belly). Being as ticklish as I was, it could get quite overwhelming but the tickling was always only gentle and very playful so it was never any more than just joyful fun. I'd also get regular breaks to get my breath back while they stopped to check my button for the 'dreaded fluff' before swapping or carrying on again.

Step three was the one I really adored though, and I always looked forward to happening the most. 'When all else fails' the fluff would have to be blown out......cue endless repeated ‘Belly Raspberries’ on my belly button !!!!

As much as they tickled, I just could never get enough of them. I loved the warm feeling of someone lips on my skin, I loved seeing my Mum, my Aunty, Nan, or big sisters smiling face and how their cheeks puffed out just before they blew the raspberry. I loved the silly noise every single raspberry made, how some would be wetter than others. But above all I really loved how much it tickled. I'd be literally screaming with laughter but if they stopped too soon, once I got my breath back, I’d say that I was sure that "it hadn't gone yet", just to make them carry on or get them to swap and for someone else to do it to me instead.

BEST GAME EVER !!!!!! "

Are you ticklish? Where?

Answer from Chelsea Mercer (again):

" Very much so, and in a lot of spots.

If someone wiggles their fingers at me and threatens to tickle then I start giggling. My usual defense is to either run away if I can, or try to wrestle the ticklers hands away from my sensitive body! This is extremely difficult when someone stronger than me is tickling me!

Worst of all is the fact that there are a lot of spots to choose from… "

"Ears and neck: I can’t be kissed there without giggling and pulling away

Armpits: This is true torture…even touching the armpits without wiggling fingers is downright awful. The worst part of armpit tickling is the fact that I bring my arms down in self defense but then the person’s fingers get trapped in there! Once they are trapped in the armpits I never know what to do…terrible situation to be in

Entire torso: The belly and sides are super ticklish, and spots between the ribs actually make me scream! "

(Not gonna include every spot listed since some are a bit nsfw)

How do sleeping people respond to tickling?

Answer from Lesley Ann Barklay (again):

" If my husband tried to wake me by tickling, he would be risking getting kicked or kneed in a very sensitive place.

Thankfully, my husband knows me well by now, and does not attempt such tomfoolery.

Seriously, though, you are risking life and limb when you tickle a sleeping person. "

Did your parents tickle you as a punishment?

Answer from Lesley Ann Barklay:

" My parents never tickled me ‘as punishment,’ but I am so insanely ticklish that anytime my parents tickled me, it felt like punishment.

Pretty much as soon as someone starts to tickle me, my body starts writhing like a jellyfish on LSD.

My bone structure collapses and I fall to the ground in a mass of flailing limbs and giggles.

I cannot be held responsible for what I do when someone tickles me, particular after I cry uncle. Once, I kicked my dad in the balls in a frantic attempt to escape. "

(Boy, Lesley sure has a lot of interesting tickle stories. I'd say RIP to the dad but he probably had it coming. 🤷‍♂️ )

Do you prefer to be tickled or to tickle?

Answer (once again) from Lesley Ann Barklay:

 " I hate being tickled, so I definitely prefer to tickle.

I love to tickle my daughter’s tummy before bedtime, and see her wiggle and squirm and giggle and beg me to stop.

I always stop when she asks.

Then I watch the delighted glow in her eyes as she waits to see if I’ll keep tickling her. She watches my hands like a hawk.

“Don’t tickle me, even if I laugh,” she admonishes.

“Okay,” I say.

She giggles. “Don’t do it.”

“I won’t.”

I rest my hands on her sides and she tenses in anticipation. She grins. “Tickle me!” "

(Awww~! ^_^)

Ok, that's all of 'em. Hope you enjoyed. And have a happy and (hopefully) better & brighter New Year! 👋😄

This is several days after New Year's Eve as I've been busy, but I appreciate the sentiment!!

Ngl I'm not totally sure why these were sent but I guess thank you asfhghi

Happy New Year's as well anon~

#non tickling #asks #answered ask

[eurydicees]

13, 14, 15, & 23 for the fanfic end of the year asks? :D

some questions !! under the cut bc this got long :)

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

hmmm just based on the fact that i wrote a whole fic inspired by it (read: i listened to it on repeat while writing), i’m gonna have to say heat waves by glass animals. the fic itself isn’t really inspired by the song, but i went insane abt it a little bit. it was my no. 1 song of 2022 lmfao. anyways go read fever dreams; or, love in the time of heat waves for some real brain rot 

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

oooh interesting. i’m gonna say just let me kiss you once because i’d never really pictured myself writing atsuiwa before! i’m pretty iwaoi ride or die, not gonna lie to you, so it was waaaay out of my comfort zone to write one of them with someone else! i’m fairly satisfied with how it came out though, and i looove the atsuiwa dynamic already so it was exciting to try something new out. 

15. something you learned this year

oh so so so much tbh. it was a year of growth not gonna lie to you. regarding writing, though, i think i really learned that i. don’t actually want to publish original fiction professionally. like it used to be a really big dream, like The Dream, the ultimate goal in my life, to publish a real novel or some kind of writing. it was kinda my whole goal in life, to become a published author. but idk, i think i’ve realized that i don’t really want that anymore. i’m happy to keep writing on the side and just do my silly little fanfic for fun! i’m really satisfied with the little thing i’ve got going on here, where i write for fun and just publish what i feel like, instead of making it, like, a career. becoming an actual established author is no longer a life dream of mine tbh and i think i realized that i just wanna write for fun instead of work. it was kinda a huge wake up call that i’m not happy with the life path i’d been pursuing for literally my entire life. it’s funny how things change. 

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

oh man. there are SO many. i keep all of my drafts in one doc rather than starting sixteen thousand new docs every time i have an idea, so i can with say i have more than 80k words worth of drafts of fics i wanted to finish but never got around to. here are some of the main ones, though: 

a longform kyoya-centric fic! it was a study into the hosts’ relationships post-canon and their development as adults, as well as kyoya being dumb and gay. the tagline was “So: Kyoya graduated from Ouran Academy, got on a plane to Boston Logan Airport, and conveniently forgot to give anyone his international phone number.” 

the sakuatsu fake dating fic!!

and while we’re on the subject, the matsuhana fake dating fic 

the iwaoisuga fic we’ve been talking about :P 

oh and ofc all the requests i said i would get to and then . never actually wrote lol. i’ll get to them eventually, really, i swear….

#ask #ty for asking !!

[wwjfjdg-blog]

starting fresh

Hello! This first blog post is hopefully going to cover my journey from my home in the UK to my new home in the south of Kumamoto prefecture, Japan. I'll try not to make it too long.

August 20th, 2022, Heathrow airport. The drive to the airport was oddly... normal. My parents, partner, and I chatted like we would have on any other day. I think that my parents and I purposely 'forgot' the fact that I was moving away until we got to the drop-off point outside the terminal, so once we arrived, there were a few moments in which we sat slightly apprehensively. Though we wouldn't see each other for some time, none of us really wanted an overly emotional goodbye, so I appreciated them for helping me to get on with it as though it were nothing more than a weekend trip. It was then into the airport to meet the other people from the UK heading out on the program. Even though there were around 100 of us, I actually ended up eating alone in the airport which was not a very me thing to do. Perhaps the gravity of what I was about to do was hitting a little bit, but I think that I just needed a little bit of space. I sat in an Italian restaurant and ate a pizza as I'd heard that pizza was expensive in Japan.

Cue 24 hours of airports and flights - ouch. We flew 11.5 hours to Doha, Qatar, and then, after a few hours layover, another 10 on to Tokyo. It was a lot of flying and I didn't sleep at all (my first day on my own and I was already making poor life decisions, whoops), but other than that, the flights were fairly easy and had very little turbulence.

August 21st, 2022, Tokyo. We landed in Tokyo on the evening of the 21st, and took an hour-and-a-half bus ride to the hotel in Shinjuku. Whilst the flights were tiring, and although I only had 2 days in Tokyo, I still did my best to make the most of the time there. The first full day there, after a full day of conferences and lectures, I fancied a run so I headed out to explore a little. I ran around 代々木公園 (Yoyogi park) and grabbed some breakfast for the next few days from a 7/11 before heading back. It was only about 7km, but in my defence, it was over 30°C and 100000% humidity. Feeling slightly like I wasn't taking enough advantage of being Tokyo, I decided to get up early the next morning in order to head to Shibuya. I walked through the park again and then had a coffee in the Starbucks that overlooks Shibuya crossing before doing a little bit of exploring in the surrounding area. After some more lectures, I went out and sang Karaoke with a few of the other people on the program and then headed back to the hotel to get some rest; we were leaving to fly out of Tokyo at just after 6 the next morning. These are the only pictures that I took in Tokyo but I thought I'd share them here (my inability to take photos is one of the things that I plan to work on in my time here).

August 24th , 2022, Kumamoto. I arrived at my new home around midday on a Wednesday after flying down from Tokyo and then driving for around an hour and a half into the countryside. I have to thank my coworkers for the lovely welcome and help that they provided when I arrived because without them, it would have been a tricky day. We went out and bought some furniture, food and other essentials before they dropped me back at my appartment. With that, my journey was complete, I had travelled 6000 miles from home and was now sat on a single sofa in an empty apartment. I might have been fairly overwhelmed if it hadn't been for the fact that I was absolutely shattered (Maybe not sleeping on those planes was a good thing after all???). I called my partner and my parents to let them know that I had arrived safely and then headed to bed. First step of my 'fresh start' complete.

It's now the middle of October, almost 2 months from when I arrived, but I thought that considering what this blog is going to be about, the journey to get here was a good first post. There are a few things that I plan to write about on this blog, goals, thoughts on different aspects of life here, plans, etc, though I have no idea when I'll get around to writing them. For the moment, here are some rather lovely photos of the area I now live in:

I think that's probably enough for now so thanks for reading; I'll hopefully see you soon with another blog post.

W.

#Japan #JET #help

[umichenginabroad]

Abhi in Paris

Week 0: Can I make it Paris? 🇫🇷

Hey everyone!

My name is Abhi, and I'm a junior majoring in Aerospace Engineering at Michigan. I'm super excited to be studying abroad in École Nationale Supérieure de l'Électronique et de ses Applications (ENSEA). It's a school focused on Computer Engineering, Electrical Engineering, and Computer Science in Cergy, France (about a 45 minute train ride from Paris). While I'm on this adventure, I'll be living in a small studio apartment in the heart of Paris' 1st Arrondissement. It's on Rue Saint-Honoré, a famous street mentioned in both Emily in Paris & Gossip Girl as a shopping & tourist destination :) I'm going to be about a 5 minute walk from the Musée du Louvre and Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris.

I can't wait to share this amazing journey of Paris, ENSEA, and travel all across Europe with everyone & am so thankful to University of Michigan's International Programs in Engineering Office for the opportunity!

Here's my goals for the trip:

See as MUCH as possible - Paris, Barcelona, Seville, Brussels, Amsterdam, London, Porto, Morocco, Berlin are all on my list :)

Immerse myself in French & European culture and understand the differences to what I'm used to in Michigan

Become proficient enough in French to engage in meaningful conversations in Paris

Just touched down in Paris, and I'm ready to share my adventures in Paris, ENSEA, and Europe. Let's rewind a bit to the beginning of this whirlwind!

Day 0: January 9th, 2024

Packing? Oh, the struggle was real. Classic move of starting the day before departure and realizing I had more stuff than suitcase space. After a serious optimization session with a food scale (who knew it would come in handy for luggage?), I barely made the 50-pound limit. Goodbye, toiletries and a chunk of my wardrobe – Paris, here I come!

Day 1: January 10th, 2024

The big day finally arrived! Quick dash to the airport, narrowly catching my flight, and oh, the joy of plane food. Detroit to Washington D.C., then off to the land of croissants and fashion.

Day 2: January 11th, 2024

After an 8-hour flight, I landed in Paris around 7 a.m. Navigating Charles De Gaulle Airport? Let's just say, it's a bit of a maze. A little broken French, some gesturing, and I finally found my way to the metro, heading to the 1st Arrondissement. The cold hit me like a truck – and I'm from Michigan! Got to my AirBNB, and surprise, the electricity was on the fritz. Had to choose between power and a hot shower – went with power and crashed for a much-needed nap.

I woke up to an amazing Parisian evening. I took a beautiful walk down the Seine River (the main river around which Paris is built) and a quick trip to France’s favorite grocery store Franprix. By the way, I was so surprised at the quality & taste of everything here. Literally everything tastes more natural.

Anyway, get ready for the ride, folks! I’ll be posting every week on my adventures here—a sneak peek, look out for Tour Eiffel & other cool Paris spots, my first week of classes at ENSEA, and a weekend trip to London :)  

À plus tard,

Abhi Athreya

Michigan Aerospace Engineering

ENSEA in Cergy, France

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEENSEA #AbhinavAthreya #IPEWinter24 #France