#whenever i wake up and see it's cold and windy and even raining i feel like i could bite someone ;(

[edgysaintjust]

Nothing like a sunny summer on the North

#whenever i wake up and see it's cold and windy and even raining i feel like i could bite someone ;( #why is it cloudy and cold there are no birds singing and everything looks GRAY #it's been like this for a few days only yesterday looked good #and my mood often relies on weather so thank you zeus

[spanishskulduggery]

hay un término propio pa los verbos que solo se conjuga en 3a persona singular como llovar, nevar, etc?

There is a special term for verbs like this, but it's not specifically verbs like llover, nevar, granizar etc

The linguistic term is called "defective verbs" [los verbos defectivos] or sometimes the alternate term is "incomplete verbs" [los verbos incompletos]

What it means is that they're verbs that don't have complete conjugations, or their potential conjugations aren't used. They're a verb that exists but one you can't use fully [for every pronoun and in every tense], so it's "defective" or "incomplete". Many of the defective verbs are specific weather or nature related [specific verbs that people and most things cannot do], or they're very particular verbs

The most common examples people use are llover "to rain", nevar "to snow", granizar "to hail", tronar "to thunder", or relampaguear "for there to be lightning" as well as amanecer "for dawn to break", atardecer "for dusk to fall", and anochecer "for night to fall"

However, there's some linguistic caveats

Not all defective verbs are defective in every sense. Some verbs have secondary meanings that make them "not defective" in some contexts.

What makes a defective verb defective is that it can only be used a certain way for a specific situation. If a verb has a secondary meaning it reads as differently

Some verbs have these secondary meanings, and others do not. From what I mentioned, nevar "to snow" and granizar "to hail" do not

hacer by itself is not defective, but in the context of weather [hace viento "it is windy", hace sol "it is sunny", hace calor "it is hot" etc.] it is defective. And you could consider it at least partially defective when hace or hacía are used as "ago" as in "it happened a while ago"

While hacer itself is used in every tense and mood, the weather/time aspects of hacer only exist in 3rd person singular... that is to say hace frío "it is cold", hacía or hizo frío "it was cold", hará frío "it will be cold"... but all of those are 3rd person singular. Someone can "make something cold", but it's not the same weather/time expression

Or consider: llover "to rain" is defective in the sense of weather. But llover can be used figuratively as "to fall upon" or "to come down", sort of like "inundated with" or "flooded with" but this is less common.

As another example tronar "to thunder" is defective when talking about the weather, it only exists in 3rd person singular. But its secondary meaning is "to boom" or "to make a loud noise" and when used with people it can mean "to scream" or "to roar". And relampaguear is "for there to be lightning", but when talking about electronics it means "to flash" so you might see it with camera flashes etc

The same is true for amanecer, atardecer, and anochecer. While they usually refer to different parts of the day "happening", there are cases where people would use amanecer as "to wake up", or use these parts of the day verbs as "to spend the morning/evening/night"

There's also rare cases where you'll see a defective verb used in a non-defective way. The biggest example is in Don Quixote where there's a mini-story called El loco de Sevilla "the madman of Seville"

Short summary: There's an insane asylum that someone visits because there's a rumor that someone got sent there by their family to get them out of the way. With that bias in mind, the guy visiting has a decent conversation with the "madman" and is ready to have him released since he seems sane. On the way out, one of the other patients calling himself "Jupiter" (god of storms) says that if that patient gets released he'll make a drought to punish the city. The madman responds something like "Don't worry about him, I'm Neptune (god of the sea/rain) and I'll make it rain whenever I feel like" and that's when they realize he actually isn't mentally all there, and that they were fooled by their own bias

...In the original Spanish what the man calling himself Neptune says is Yo soy Neptuno, el dios de la lluvia, y lloveré todo lo que me dé la gana which is "I am Neptune, the god of rain, and I will [make it] rain however much I want"

Typically you never use llover with yo, but lloveré is future tense yo; so this is a special "non-defective" use" and it's used as a kind of outrageous emphasis that this person who seemed sane really does believe they're a god and that they "rain" instead of rain... happening on its own. It reads as extremely unusual and delusional, but also really funny in context

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There are also a handful of verbs that are used defectively in some cases like adir which is a really weird one and not super common but it means "to accept" usually in legal contexts regarding inheritance but it's never conjugated it only exists in the infinitive form

There's also some debate over whether one can consider hay "there is/there are" to be defective. Though it's derived from haber which is complete and totally non-defective, this particular iteration hay is only used as "there is/there are", and it's a clear kind of conjugation but one that cannot be used in any other situation and only used in a 3rd person setting

[To be clear, the other tenses have something similar to hay; había, hubo, habrá, habría etc. but they are all part of the regular conjugation of haber, so they don't count. The strange thing is that haber already has a conjugation for present tense - he, has, ha, han, hemos... but hay is a separate present tense conjugation for a separate present tense construction. That's why hay is considered defective, but haber is not]

Other verbs that I would consider more on the defective side of things are soler "to normally do" since it never gets used in preterite and it isn't always used in other tenses (aside from present tense, imperfect tense, and maybe subjunctive). And also abolir which is "to abolish" and extremely uncommon because of its weirdness except in random cases, but I would say seeing it conjugated at all is a rarity - typically people will use anular "to annul/abolish" or a separate verb... it's something to do with how abolir looks like it should be an O->UE verb but that would be really awkward [abuelo would be the yo form which you can see is also "grandfather" so confusing all around], and because it can sound a tiny bit vulgar

#asks #linguistics #linguistica #Spanish #verbos #langblr #long post

[johnbbutmakeitace]

five reasons why pope heyward is screwed, a series part (4/5)

part three is here

Reason Number Two; Thunder

Pope has never been afraid of thunder. 

Growing up in the outer banks meant growing up with tropical storms. Didn’t matter if you were on the cut or the figure eight, a pogue or a kook. Everyone had to deal with the weather. It was just a part of the life. 

Sometimes the sun would shine, the birds would fly, and the ocean would sparkle like a true paradise on earth. Other times, the clouds were black as pitch, and the waves crashed on the shore like they were trying to grab the outer banks and swallow it whole.

Pope’s never been afraid of storms. Weather is explainable-- something he can see and research and understand. He always thought that storms were kinda beautiful. 

So it does make him sad, a little, when the low rumble of thunder, even from all the way across the ocean, is enough to make John B flinch. 

They’re all sitting outside the chateau, JJ and Kie in the hammock and Pope and John B in the lounge chairs beside them. It’s late into the evening, the barest slivers of the purple pink blue sunset just enough illuminate the sharp, thin black line of storm clouds along the horizon. 

The storm is miles off, but sound carries far across still waters, and the low rumble washes over their little group like a wave. 

Pope watches John B, who had been half asleep and fading fast, jump awake in his chair-- eyes flying open as he looks around wildly for a moment, sucking in a sharp, panicked breath. 

JJ and Kie -- who had been in some kind of ridiculous debate about the idea of a biodegradable beer can -- both turn towards the sudden movement, expressions turning to ones of concern. 

When he realizes there’s no danger, John B lets out a stunted breath before settling back down, and Pope’s heart twinges in sympathy. 

“You okay?” He asks, quiet enough not to startle, and in the low light Pope sees John B’s shoulders slump as he sighs. 

“Yeah,” John B clears his throat, nodding. “Yeah I’m good.” 

“You sure?” Kiara asks gently, and John B gives her a halfhearted smile. 

“More or less,” he admits, and Pope and Kie exchange a look.

“I brought my uke,” she offers, “we can go inside and mess with the guitar, if you want.” 

She uses that voice that’s hard to say no to. John B contemplates it for a moment, biting his cheek as another low rumble sounds in the distance, before nodding and rising to his feet. “Sure.” 

“Have fun,” Pope smiles as Kie climbs out of the hammock, and John B gives him a small smile when Pope waves goodbye. 

“Remember to be safe kids,” JJ chimes in and Pope and John B snicker at the “ow, hey!” he lets out when Kie pinches his arm. 

“Don’t fall asleep out here. That storm will be here in the morning,” Kie calls over her shoulder as she follows after John B into the chateau. “And don’t leave the beer outside all night!” 

Both JJ and Pope give her a salute and a “yes ma’am,” that she rolls her eyes at, but her smile is fond. 

Soon enough the screen door of the chateau is clacking shut, and then it’s just Pope and JJ in the fading colors of the sunset with the silver lining of a storm. 

“I don’t know about you,” Pope says, and pushes to his feet and moves to pop open the cooler, “But I could use another beer.” 

“Hell yeah, dude,” JJ grins, shuffling to one side of the hammock to make room, “Grab me one too.” 

Pope obliges, snatching up two beers and closing the cooler with his foot before hopping onto the hammock. It rocks perilously for a moment -- JJ laughs while Pope tries to balance with the beers, muttering “shit, sorry,” -- before coming to rest at an even equilibrium once more. 

Pope tries not to let his gaze linger on the bruises littering JJ’s face. When he’d shown up that morning, they had been fresh, the blood still drying on his lip. 

His mom had always taught him that hate only breeds hate, and that you should never hate anyone that didn’t truly deserve it, but-- well. 

Pope really, really fucking hates JJ’s dad. 

In the sunset, the bruises across JJ’s face turn a deep, dark purple. Not his eyes, though. 

In the sunset, his eyes are as blue as paradise. 

“You ever been scared of thunder, Pope?” JJ asks as Pope passes him one of the beers. 

He’s got Pope’s sweatshirt on today. He has to roll the sleeves up a little, usually, and when they slide down to pool around his wrists when he reaches for the beer, something warm spreads through Pope’s chest at the sight.

“Not really,” he says, leaning back on the hammock while JJ pops the cap off his beer, shifting to get comfortable. Their legs end up a little tangled together, but JJ doesn’t seem to mind, so neither does Pope. “What about you?” 

“Nah,” JJ says, and takes a heavy swig. It must hurt to drink from the bottle with that split lip of his, but he doesn’t complain. 

“When I was little,” Pope says, idly watching the condensate form on his beer bottle, “my mom would always take me outside to dance whenever it rained.” 

“Really?” JJ asks, looking up at him, and Pope nods. 

He thinks about those cloudy, windy days, when the sky would let its fury fly and fall. 

His mother would lead Pope outside, her hand gentle and warm in his own. The concrete of the sidewalk was still warm from under their bare feet, and they’d spin and clap and dance to the melody of wind and thunder and rain. 

“It was a long time ago, but I always remember the rain was never cold,” he says, and smiles while he thinks about it. “We’d have competitions to see who had the best dance moves. I was terrible, but it would make mom laugh, so I did it anyway.” 

“Dad would always watch from the kitchen window,” he tells JJ, smiling fondly at the memory, “And when we were done, he’d come out with two towels that he put in the dryer for us. And we’d eat dinner out on the porch and watch the rest of the storm.” 

Pope remembers being settled snugly between his parents, his head on his mother’s shoulder and his father’s arm around them both. He doesn’t think he’d feel safer, than right there, in his parents’ arms. 

It was so much easier back then-- when the only thing Pope ever looked forward to was dancing in the rain. Back when school and scholarships didn’t matter so much. So much simpler, too.

So, no-- Pope had never been afraid of thunder. In a way, it always reminded him of safety. Of home. Of love. 

Maybe that’s why Pope’s always been drawn to the storm in JJ’s eyes. 

When he looks, JJ’s smiling as he looks at the sunset, like maybe he got lost in Pope’s memories right along with him. 

They fall into a comfortable silence as they watch the sunset fade while the storm inches closer, and it’s so simple, so easy, and everything about it just feels right.

And Pope realizes, right then and there, that it’s not just this moment. Every moment with JJ feels this way. 

And that’s just how love is, Pope supposes. 

Sometimes love is like fireworks, erupting fast and beautiful and over so quick you’ll miss it if you blink, but the smoke still lingers-- distant but bright and loud and wonderful in memory. Other times love is slow and sinking, and one day you wake up and suddenly you’re submerged in it’s warmth and beauty and you never want to let go.

And sometimes -- Pope realizes, with a startling amount of clarity and peace -- sometimes love is none of that. Sometimes there are no fireworks, no sinking feeling of content oblivion. 

It’s just there, and it’s simple, and it’s easy, and it just feels right. 

Loving JJ just feels right. And it always will. 

And, yeah. Pope thinks he’s pretty okay with that. 

The sunset does fade, eventually. The hour finally catching up with the two of them. Every time Pope blinks, he feels his eyes get heavier and heavier, and the idea of sleep becomes more and more appealing. 

The sky becomes dull and dark, the approaching thunderstorm slowly inching closer and closer. And with those clouds comes a fresh, cool wind that sends slight shivers across Pope’s skin. 

“You cold?” JJ asks, warm hand coming to rest on Pope’s shin, and Pope feels himself wake up a bit. When he looks, JJ is watching him with tired, content eyes. 

“A little,” he admits, shifting to seek the heat JJ’s radiating like a goddamn furnace, or something.

“You want your sweatshirt back?” JJ asks, and that feeling of simple, easy, right inside of Pope gives a little tug.

“Nah,” he says, and bumps their knees together, “I told you you could keep it. I don’t mind.” 

JJ opens his mouth like he’s gonna say something to that, but Pope gives him a look before he gets the chance. JJ’s ears go red, but he smiles, fingers curling into the navy blue sleeves a little. 

“We should head in anyways,” Pope says, “Don’t want Kie putting our heads on spears for leaving the beer out all night.” 

JJ hums, then lets out a big yawn, and Pope smiles. 

“You’re tired,” he says, and JJ lets out another sleepy hum. Pope jostles him gently as he starts to get out of the hammock, “C’mon.���

“Mmkay,” JJ mumbles, and follows after him. 

That’s how Pope ends up putting the rest of the beer away while JJ flops onto the pullout couch without actually helping, but Pope doesn’t mind so much. 

By the time he’s done putting away the beer, JJ has already managed to kick off his shoes, worm under the thin blankets and basically take up half of the pullout. His hair is already a mess, blond locks flopping this way and that, but his face is peaceful -- despite the bruises and cuts and everything -- and Pope finds himself melting at the sight, a little.

God, he smiles to himself. He really is screwed. 

Pope finds that he doesn’t mind that so much, either. 

Pope makes his way over to JJ’s side. The pullout creaks as he sits down, and he looks over at JJ’s form as he takes off his shoes. 

“JJ.” Pope whispers, reaching out and gently nudging his friend’s shoulder. 

“Hm?” 

“You awake?” 

“No,” JJ answers, and Pope huffs out a quiet laugh.

“You gonna move over?” 

“Don’t wanna.” 

“C’mon, dude. I’m tired too. Scooch.” 

“Nooo.”

“You want me to sleep somewhere else?” 

There’s a pause, and then, “No.” 

JJ starts shuffling over to make room under the blankets, and Pope feels a familiar warmth bloom inside his chest. 

“C’mere,” JJ says, and Pope goes. 

It takes a bit of shuffling and repositioning, but eventually the two of them are laying side by side facing each other under the covers. And here, lying beside JJ with a breadth between them, that warm, welcome feeling of simple, easy, right gives another tug in his chest, and Pope decides, then and there, that he wants to hold onto this feeling and never let go. 

“Hey,” Pope whispers. Gently, he reaches out and intertwines his fingers with JJ’s, gives them a squeeze. When JJ opens his eyes to look at him, Pope asks, “Next time it rains, you wanna go dancing with me?” 

JJ looks between their hands and Pope’s face, blinking, like maybe he’s not sure if he heard Pope correctly. His smile comes slow. “Seriously?” 

“Yeah dude,” Pope smiles, too, “I wanna see all those great dance moves of yours.” 

Even in the low light, Pope can see the way JJ’s ears turn pink. 

“Hate to break it to you, but,” JJ all but whispers, “I’m not the best dancer out there, Pope.” 

“That’s okay,” Pope whispers back. “I can teach you.” 

JJ stares at him, and it’s a look that Pope is starting to recognize. 

“Really?” 

“Really,” Pope assures him, giving the fingers laced with his a gentle squeeze. 

“Okay,” JJ says, then huffs quietly, like he can’t believe what he’s saying, “Yeah. I’ll take you up on that.” 

“Good,” Pope says, and when JJ smiles, it’s warm and content and looks a whole awful lot like hope. Hope, and maybe -- just maybe -- a little bit of love, too. 

When the two of them finally drift off, their hands stay laced together all through the night and into the beginnings of morning.

part five is here!

#outer banks #outer banks fic #pope heyward #pope outer banks #jj maybank #jj outer banks #john b routledge #john b outer banks #kiara outer banks #kie outer banks #kiara carrera #mayward #jjpope #but like #waaay less subtle #five reasons why pope heyward is screwed #the sweatshirt series #feedback is also appreciated <3 #NEW CONTENT BABEY #I MISSED MY BOYSSS #my fic

[feelingfolegandros]

Day 77 - ???: January 11 - March 23

Hello out there! Happy Spring to those in the Northern Hemisphere! Today doesn’t quite feel like things are thawing just yet. Well, nothing ever really freezes here, at least physically, but you get me, right? There was freezing rain this morning, and most of the day has been windy and moody. I’m in a slightly gloomy state, so it fits nicely. I know it won’t last, the grey in the sky and in my mind.

Winter continued onward in January. I made new friends via Q.E. F.J. and H.G. Both women. F.J. is Italian and lives here at least half the year with her husband and baby, and H.G. is Irish and lives here most of the time. They’re both great. We all went for a walk together a couple of weeks ago, and I felt instantly at ease with both of them. No pretension, no internal tension, just vibes. Haha… Q.E. and I ended up at Livadi, and she asked me if I wanted to swim. I hadn’t planned on it, but the weather was good. That was my last swim! Of that month, maybe…But since I’ve been a few more times throughout February and March. It feels amazing each time and like I’ve accomplished something, even though it’s just cold water.

Another day, the four of us met at H.G.’s wonderful home. F.J. made Tiramisu. We ate it along with tea and coffee. It felt so good to commiserate with a group of women. That’s something I’m missing these days. I’m so fortunate in many ways. My life is simple. I wake up, do my morning things like drink hot water with lemon and meditate and journal… Attempt to do some work. Z.X. usually comes home in the afternoon and we eat something. He usually sleeps, I find it difficult to unwind in the middle of the day. More work, maybe a walk or some exercise, getting distracted by various phenomena on the rectangle (my euphemism for my phone), maybe more food, probably watching something together on Netflix or if the signal is working, something on good ol’ fashioned TV.  Back in February we had a nice group dinner with Q.E. and her husband, H.G. and her partner, and me and Z.X. Another situation that felt comfortable and heart-warming and necessary. Z.X. and I go to sleep so early that we didn’t last as long as we could have, but I’m pretty sure we made it past midnight. 

Now that we’re firmly implanted in 2021, it seems like everyone asks me “What are you doing this summer?” I barely know the answer… Does anyone, on an existential level? I don’t really want to talk about it, but it seems bleak and naive to view the v as a panacea for everything going on right now. It’s so much more complex than that but at the same time it could all be so simple. Remembering that we’re humans not machines, that we all need love and to express ourselves and to move around as we please and to have our needs taken care of and more…

On a practical level, it looks like I will live with Z.X. We basically already do anyway. Whenever I’m not entirely convinced about a decision or situation, I tell myself it’ll be a good story, at the very least. I’m looking forward to seeing what summer has in store, because I’m not entirely sure. Yes, I will do my esoteric things and write, but I could use something guaranteed to be fairly substantial. Someone tentatively offered me a job at a Taverna on the beach. It’s an interesting proposition. I couldn’t ever see myself working in the service industry in let’s say, North America, where you’re expected to be fast and chipper and overly apologetic, but I’ve experienced the vibe at restaurants here, and no one’s in a rush. Which is the way it should be, especially if you’re coming to visit a tiny Greek island to escape from the big city or whatever. So much of me is praying that this summer will be as magical as the last. Falling in love with this place, things flowing nicely. Feeling fulfilled and healthy. Being able to travel to places I’ve never been before...Realizing it was possible to live by the sea, feeling hopeful, feeling reassured that things will work out. They always do, in their own way. For some reason I’m thinking of the intestines of the human body with all of their complicated folds, and nooks, and crannies. We eat something, and it eventually gets down there, sometimes after a long and complicated journey, sometimes it just passes right through us. And whether it’s something we shouldn’t have ingested or something incredibly delicious and good for us, it’ll all come out somehow and be okay. Or we die if it’s poison…Haha.. I’m not sure where I’m going with this...

Wherever you are, I hope that you are digesting life to the fullest given the circumstances! 

Sending love and all that good stuff your way. 

#folegandros #greece #greekislands #winteringreece #spring

[my-icefairytales]

The benefits of heartbreak chapter 2

Note: I’m sorry for taking my time, I will try to update faster because I like this story too much *-*

Rating: M 

Word count:  2,715 words.

Sarada's pov. 

"pick up, pick up, PICK UP, PICK UP, come on chouchoou!" I screamed leaving the fifth voice mail in a row, I wanted to tell her everything. I couldn’t believe that I had a casual conversation with the most handsome man in the city once we part our ways I practically ran to my apartment to scream. 

I almost died of embarrassment when he teased me but after that, we actually had a pretty decent conversation, I wish it rained forever so we could still be there but anyways….. 

It was getting late so I decided to clean my mind by getting ready to sleep, first soaking off the day in a hot bath then made myself a healthy dinner and started to write every detail about this day. 

That's when all of my thoughts drifted to that guy, whose name didn't ask… 

He had this raspy deep voice I could hear all day, whenever he talked about his life I got lost in his eyes and how sometimes his raven hair would obscure his view, I don't know if it was a nervous tic or he always did that but every once in a while he rubbed his neck with his hand, maybe he was tired, he did had bags under his silver eyes, not too noticeable but after a while, you could see them. And he told me we went to the same college I had to hide my happiness when he told me that, now I’m more motivated to go.

Damn…. Sarada are you really that lonely? We talked for a couple of hours, he is a complete stranger but I’m already thinking about him non-stop creating every fake scenario I can imagine, why do I always do this?, I better stop wasting my time and go to bed I will just talk to Chouchou tomorrow after class.

Kawaki's pov:

After today I thought I was finally returning to my life, I could start again, it took me weeks to gain the strength to go outside, to talk to anybody even pick up my brother's calls, all of my energy was drained by her, sometimes it felt like I would never be the same, I completely changed and at that time it didn’t matter as long as we were together but now I asked myself if it was worth it, I mean I did all of those changes for her but she didn’t see it. I wonder if she ever saw me.

I should give myself an award, one hour has passed since she texted me and I still haven’t read it and maybe I don’t think I should, it’s not my obligation any more we broke up for a reason, but I can’t help myself maybe something happened to her she never called or texted me anymore, but wait. What if she had an accident and she…. no, she only looked for my ‘help’ when she only wanted one thing. I better get over myself and just read it.

*I need you.*

God I know her so well, of course, of course she was gonna pull out that text, this is her, she never wanted me, or missed me, did she even loved me?. It took me years to finally see it, and I can’t go back there, this isn't the first time she texts me something like that but it could be the first time I ignore her. I can’t go back, for months my friends told me it was gonna be alright and I’m finally believing it.

 How can one simple quote have me completely at her mercy?.

Ignoring that famous text I went to bed, hoping tomorrow this issue was buried deep down in the past.

Sarada’s Pov:

I woke up with a fluffy feeling in my neck Jiji my beautiful cat was sleeping on top of me, his purr was like music to my hears, he had my scent impregnated and I loved that, he has been my baby for almost 5 years, my parents found him alone in the streets and decided to bring him home, he was the best thing that happened in my life, so when it was time to leave my small town and come to the city for college I decided to bring him I couldn’t leave him behind.

I did my best to get up from bed without waking him up, he could be really grumpy when I bothered him in his sleep, I barely picked him up so I could move to the side and dropped him again, I guess he was really tired because he didn’t even move a little bit. After that cute surprise, I got ready for my day, classes were starting to get more difficult and I needed to pay more attention and study a little bit more if I wanted to be the top of my class like I always did if I can brag about it. I took a peek outside my window to see how the weather was, it looked a little bit cloudy but not that windy so I decided to go with a brown winter skirt with a pale pink knit top and in case it gets more cold a huge ocean blue double-breasted coat. I took a fast breakfast wasting too much time picking my outfit and ran to class.

After class I texted Chouchou so we can finally meet up and talk about yesterday’s event, I wasn’t mad at her for not showing up yesterday, obviously, at least thanks to my busy day I managed to keep my thoughts away from him but now that I’m free I planned to tell her everything, she’s probably gonna say that it’s all thanks to her, I mean in some way it is but thanks to my awkward personality he talked to me on the first place... 

I instantly face palmed myself at the thought of that memory, I still get blushed when I think about his teasing.

"SARADAAAA", I hear my best friend scream nonstop from far away.

Oh god…. why does she like to embarrass me like that?, I turned my face as soon as possible to find her so she can shut up, but because there was an ocean of students leaving I couldn’t see at all, so I decided to stand up in a higher platform and after a couple of seconds I manage to find her but as soon as I lift my hand to wave at her a strong rumble and a heavy rainfall started to pour. Every soul began to dispel running away from the rain and at that moment I realize I left my coat in the classroom and my books were starting to get wet so I rapidly went to the closest place where I could hide from the rain, the college rest area. Actually, my favorite place to hang out with friends, sometimes I think it’s a place inspired out of a fairy tale, it’s a huge green area with different kind of beautiful plants, in the center, there’s a pool with a small bridge that crosses and it the end there’s a gazebo where you can sit, bigger enough to even fit a hammock. I always see this place like a romantic one where you can bring your date, but right now I only wanted to leave.

I texted Chouchou begging her to bring me my coat, I was soaked but at least the books that were my priority remained almost completely dried. After a couple of minutes, she answered me saying that she was already on her way, I hoped she arrived soon I was starting to feel a little bit dizzy I wasn’t used to this type of weather, the bench where I was sitting was comfortable enough to rest and close my eyes, my head was starting to ache until it reached a point where I thought it was going to explode, I felt someone tapping on my shoulder but I couldn’t even open my eyes the natural light was too much for me.

Kawaki's pov:

Today’s classes went smoothly, I had a lot to catch up so I just wanted to get home I couldn’t afford to have bad grades. On my way out I ran into Boruto, he was hanging out with his group of friends probably talking about going out to take some drinks, he tried to persuade me into going with them but I was decided to get home, after a couple of minutes of chitchatting I announced my way out only to be interfered by a strong rumble and rain falling from the sky, as usual, the students started to leave faster but because the campus was overcrowded I decided to wait a while, I wasn’t a fan of crowds.

When everything started to calm down a little bit I turn my face to ask Boruto if he wanted me to give him a ride now that there was a storm, but he was busy talking with a girl honestly almost murmuring so he didn’t listen to me and I really wanted to leave so I just turned away to get into my car, the weather was really bad and I had a feeling that it was going to get worst at least I had my windbreaker that covered me from the rain when I was almost getting into my car an annoying Boruto screamed from afar my name, I almost ignored him but a part of me got worried thinking he probably didn’t have a ride. 

"Hey bro, I need your help!!" a grinning Boruto pleaded

"Get in" I shortly said, thinking the ride was the help he needed.

"No.. actually I need you to give this coat to a friend, I would do it myself but I’m in a rush so take it" He said, handing me the jacket.

"What? I need to leave!" I exclaimed standing up too late to give him back the jacket, that dumbass was running away from me.

"SHE’S ON THE REST AREA, THAAANKS" was the last thing he heard from him.

Is he kidding? I thought, sometimes Boruto could get on my nerves. I stood there on the parking lot thinking if I should go, maybe this was a joke. I slowly got into my car to leave but something tells me that I should check there. Trusting my guts I leave and head over there hoping this wasn’t just some cruel joke. 

It was only logical to look out for her in the gazebo, that was the only place someone could be if they wanted to hide from the rain. As I got closer I started to feel bad for taking so long, she was snuggled in a bench completely wet, her face was covered by her hair and she wasn’t moving I got a bad feeling about this so I ran closer to her, when I tapped on her shoulder to hand her the coat she didn’t move, I insisted for a while not wanting to invade her space but she was starting the scare me, I moved her hair to check on her temperature only to realize something.

She was that weird-cute girl from the coffee place.

"Hey" I quietly said, trying to wake her up, "wake up, I have your coat" I tried to remember her name but nothing came to my mind, I searched on her coat to find her college pass or something so I could remember it.

"Sarada…." 

"mhh?" she managed to answer.

"It’s me, I don’t know if you remember, we met at the coffee shop last night" I murmured, I guessed her head was aching due to her high temperature so I didn’t want to startle her.

She didn’t answer, after thinking for a while I covered her with her coat and my windbreacker and decided to call my dumbass brother, I needed to know where she lived so I could take her there at least. She couldn’t even move.

When he answered me, I tried to wake her one more time but it was useless we needed to leave soon before the storm got worse so I decided to lift her, she felt so tiny in my arms and looked weak, when we talked last night I barely looked at her but now she was so pale, and all of her blood was on her cheeks, her hair made a complete contrast with the rest of her face, I wish she could open her eyes to have a complete picture of her but at the same time, I wish she didn’t because right now I was acting like a complete weirdo.

Once we arrived to my car I laid her on the back so she could be more comfortable and started the drive to her place, in the GPS it showed that she lived really close to me, probably that’s why we ran out to each other last night, after driving for half an hour due to the high car congestion we arrived at her apartment. Outside was the same girl from earlier, the one talking to Boruto, when I took Sarada out of the car she got closer and thanked me for getting her friend home.

"I’m Chouchou by the way, I’m her best friend" she said while looking out for her keys on her purse, "I was in a rush so I couldn’t help her, I asked Boruto and he was busy as well but he told me you could help her" yeah right…. more like throwing the jacket and running away.

When we got inside I went directly to her room and laid her in her bed, I waited outside while her friend changed her clothes, and while I waited I took a peek into her living room, she had pictures of her and her friends hang around the room, apparently, the main color for her decoration were peach everything had that color, It gave a warm vibe. My apartment was the complete opposite, it consisted of only two colors, black, and grey. Inside was getting warmer and I was wearing a black turtleneck so I took off the windbreaker, while I sat on her sofa a fluffy cat appeared it was completely black and because I was a stranger the cat started to smell all over me, and after a minute it laid on top of me it smelled really nice like cinnamon and honey I wonder if that’s Sarada’s smell….. 

"Hey kawaki, She’s already on her bed, I’m going to buy some medicines, can you stay until I came back?", she said while putting her scarf. "You can make some tea, just look around her kitchen". And with that, she left.  

What’s up with these people, I didn’t even have a chance to answer if I could stay, well if I said no I would look like a complete jerk and actually… I didn’t want to say no, but it would be nice if they let me consider it...

When she left, I was about to stand up but I saw her kitty, it looked so comfortable on my chest I felt kinda bad to ruin that I checked if the animal had a collar with the name and apparently the cat’s name is Jiji. Uh, that sounds familiar, it’s not a common name for sure but I could swore I heard that name somewhere else, not wanting to waste too much time thinking about it I slowly stand up with her cat and decided to lay it by Sarada’s side so she can have some company, when I got in her room I slowly sat by her side and drop the cat close to her. 

I wanted to stay until she got better, she still looked pale, the redness of her cheeks disappeared a little bit. She had a cold damp towel wrapped around her head, every once in awhile I moved a little bit or added more water.  I went to her kitchen for more water and I needed a cup of coffee everything was so tidy and when I came back she was slowly opening her eyes.

Her raven eyes were finally looking at me.

#kawasara #sarada uchiha #kawaki #kawaki x sarada #kawaki and sarada #boruto #fanfiction #fiction #the benefits of heartbreak

[purplesurveys]

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How many walls are in your bedroom? It’s your typical four-wall bedroom. What do you think about Fall Out Boy? I like their older stuff and my favorite album of theirs is Folie à Deux by a mile. Haven’t been able to keep up much with their new material, but I definitely don’t hate the stuff they’ve been putting out. Do you know where Guatemala is? I wouldn’t know where to find it on a map but I know it’s somewhere in the middle of North and South America? At least I’m pretty sure? Do you find musicians attractive? I mean being a musician isn’t necessarily a criterion for me to be attracted to someone, but sure I’ve come across good-looking musicians in the past. Do you like hard boiled eggs? They’re okay but I like soft-boiled more.

Do you know anyone named Hector? Nope. Would you move to another country for the one you love? We’ve had this conversation before and she has vehemently scolded me when I said that I honestly would, but idk that’s me. Then again, we’ve never been in that situation so I don’t really know how I’d actually act when it came to that. Do you own an instrument? We have a keyboard, but it’s for everyone’s use. I don’t own any of my own. What do you usually have for lunch? Ever since the quarantine started my family has only been having very late breakfast and dinner, so I’ve technically been skipping lunch for over a month now. But before this whole thing started my lunch would typically be whatever my mom can cook, which is pretty limited – fried chicken, sisig, and giniling with varied soups are her usuals, if I remember right. Ever had a pregnancy scare? I would have absolutely no reason to have one. What do you think about the Purple People Eater? I’ve never heard of this before. What the hell is that looool Are you pale or tan? Tan. What's the weather like right now? It’s windy, just a tad chilly, and comfortable enough during the night which I’m thankful for, but the days are excruciatingly hot. Sometimes it’ll be very humid and the air becomes too heavy and difficult to breathe in, and it usually means it will rain that night, but that’s seldom. I get headaches almost everyday now because of the rapid temperature changes, and it suuuucks because we’ve run out of Biogesic in the house. Do you like cats? No. We have such different personalities and I can tell all of the ones I’ve encountered don’t like me. But for the next few days I’ll probably have a brief soft spot for cats because my sister’s cat, Arlee, passed away last Sunday. We were never close and her tail always got bushy whenever she saw me, but it was the first time I had to deal with a pet cat dying and I was still pretty shattered by it. What's the best part about Wal*Mart? I dunno, I can’t relate. Do you think Akon is amazing or annoying? I think neither of him. I mostly don’t mind him. Do you like the buzz cigarettes give you? I’ve... never gotten a ~buzz from them before? Am I smoking wrong? Lmao. But uh idk it’s weirdly pleasurable overall, and now I’m ever so slightly disgusted with myself for even being able to say that now. Are you a practical joker? Nope, I hate pranks. Do you like pop? This is slang for soda right? No I don’t. I feel like my tongue is being cut off every time I try it out and that always ruins the whole experience for me. What are you looking forward to? Eating the box of sushi sitting beside me. Angela surprised me for my birthday and had the sushi delivered to my house :) Have you ever laughed so hard you couldn't breathe? I’m sure most of us have. What's your favorite band? This question has been everywhere recently. I like Paramore the most but just so I give a different answer for once, I also enjoy alt-J. Do you feel stupid when you spill things on yourself? My mom has conditioned me to think this way, so yes. I feel pretty stupid when I drop or spill anything. Are you excited for summer? In the current global situation? It’s hard to feel excited for anything, especially when experts have recommended closing everything down until at least August. Have you ever snuck out? No. My mom would’ve found out easily. It’s always easier to ask for permission cause she’s never said no anyway. When's the last time you were kissed? :( A month and two weeks. Would you ever eat popcorn & salsa? I’ve never tried them together; I think it’d be a weird combination plus salsa already isn’t my dip of choice anyway. Do you sleep with the television on? Nah but close. I’ll sometimes sleep with Netflx or YouTube playing on my phone, depending on what I feel like listening to before falling asleep. Would you ever want to be able to be invisible? I’ll fantasize about it sometimes, sure. What does your favorite shirt look like? Don’t have a current favorite shirt since I can’t go out anyway. What's your favorite scent? Gabie’s perfume or any freshly cooked food. Skype, Msn, Aim, or Yahoo? All of these are pretty much ancient now. What's your favorite time of the day? These days I’m really loving these hours in particular – midnight onwards. It’s nice to finally be alone considering I’m cooped up in a house with family literally all day, and it’s nice to use the alone time listening to lo-fi and answering a survey or two. Do you hate the phrase ''love ya'' when coming from a boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah it wouldn’t sit well with me if it came from Gabie. But I say this regularly to my friends. What do you do when someone in the room has b.o.? Look away if I’m forced to be with them, or just move away altogether if I’m not talking to them directly. What movie would you like to see right now? Not really in a movie watching mood rn. I just watched Two for the Road a couple of nights ago and that’s enough for me, hahaha. How many times a day do you shower? Just once. What do you think of the name Chloe? It’s cute! It’s already common where I live so it’s not one of my top baby name choices, but I really love the name and I think this spelling in particular is cute. Do you like Hollister? When I was 14, sure. I was mostly invested in them because Louis Tomlinson of 1D’s girlfriend used to be a Hollister model HAHAHAHA. These days I largely don’t care for the brand. What's your favorite alcoholic drink? I always go for a Long Island Iced Tea whenever they have it on a menu. Do you like 80's music? Like, 0.0003% of it. Just not my decade for music. Do you have to wear glasses or have contacts? I wear glasses. I choose not to wear contacts. Do you play Halo or Gears of War? No for both. How do you feel about cleaning? I think it’s...necessary lol? I don’t really actively feel anything for it, other than it has to be done every now and then. What do you think of emo kids? I think we should leave ‘em be. Do you like the movie Grease? I don’t like musicals. Do you like singing? Only by myself or if I’m absolutely shitfaced drunk.

What's your favorite Jim Carrey movie? Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, WITHOUT A DOUBT. There's a knock at your door at 4 in the morning; what do you do? Welp, given that there’s been a recent disturbance in our village where a construction worker broke into a neighbor’s home, I’ll probably be more wary this time around and just ignore it. I’ll stay alert for a few minutes to see whether they start breaking in after being ignored or simply walk away so that I’m ready to wake up my parents and start screaming if they do the former. Do you like peaches? I hate all fruits. Ever lost a best friend? Not to death, but I’ve drifted apart from a best friend.

Ever heard of a town called Wadena? No. Only Wakanda, heh. Have you ever been to a funeral? I’ve never been to a funeral; I’ve only visited wakes. We were pretty sheltered when it came to death and I would dread the day I’d have to go to my first funeral because I don’t know if I’d be capable of processing the events. What's your favorite sport? Pro wrestling if it counts. If it doesn’t, tennis is my favorite to watch while table tennis is my favorite to play. What do you think about homeschooling? Egh the homeschooled kids where I live always turn out to be a bit weird or not very sociable, so I’m kinda biased against it. I don’t know if homeschooling in other countries can say the same, though. What do you think about French people? I don’t think anything of them. Thankful for their pain au chocolat though. Do you like your parents? Yes. They’ve worked harder than anyone I know to get to where they are now and to be able to provide as much as they have for their three kids. I respect them tremendously for that. I just wish we were more open and expressive and affectionate as a family in general; that would literally solve like 9732 of my problems. And I also wish that my mom wasn’t verbally abusive at times. What do you think about Minnesota? OMG nothing, stop. Do/did you like high school? It had its ups and downs. I’m mostly in the middle about it, like I can’t say I enjoyed it cause then that would betray the things I hated about it, and I can’t say I mostly hated it cause that would invalidate the good times. I did learn a lot though, that I can say for sure. Do you have any Asian friends? All of my friends are Asian. Is it cold where you live? Not even barely. Do you find accents attractive? No. I find most of them difficult to follow which is why I always need subtitles when I view anything foreign haha. Do you hate it when people make spelling mistakes? No, unless they act like a know-it-all but still fuck up their spelling. Would you ever let your boyfriend/girlfriend do your makeup? I would DEFINITELY let them do my makeup – she’d be the first person I would run to hahaha because I don’t know the first thing about applying makeup. Do you like to shop? Not like every week, but it is fun to fall down the rabbit hole and start grabbing clothes heh. How long are you on the computer during a 24 hour period? These days I’m not on it for long, which I’m really happy about! When the lockdown started I was really worried that I was gonna be too dependent on my laptop and never close it for the entire quarantine period, but the opposite has been happening. I really just open it in the evening when I take surveys, so that’s around 3-4 hours. Is money really that important? It is for me, and for everyone else in this third world Southeast Asian country. Have you ever broken a bone? Nope. Who is your favorite family member? My dog. What size bed do you have? Just a twin size, nothing special. Can’t wait to earn on my own and buy me a much bigger mattress. What age do you want to be married? Late 20s, if possible. I want to be ready for kids by the time I hit my 30s.   What's the last thing your wrote? A Facebook message for Gabie. What do you think of your town? It’s mostly uneventful here, but I think I prefer living in a calm city cause I suppose it would be exhausting living in a city that’s so hectic all the time. My situation also gives me a healthy balance of busy and quiet which I think has helped my wellbeing. When's the last time you played hide & go seek? Years and years and years ago. I think it was when we first moved into the house and it was still mostly empty.

#survey #surveys

[full-of-rain]

Mischa - Short story

I stare at the tube in silence. I've been looking at it for a few minutes now and it has been the same thing – red fluids floating in the black tube, but not leaking out of it.I wished I could get closer to take a look, but the heat emanating from it is too strong. I can only observe from a distance.

I have the theory that the light in there is somehow linked to the white cable on the floor and goes up to a hole in the wall. I don't know where it goes after the wall; maybe to a gigantic generator or another instrument that might give the things inside the tube life.

But well, since I'm pretty sure nothing will happen, I leave the big room that is used for storing all sorts of interesting and weird things. There's something hanging from one of the white walls. I don't know what it is. I used to look at it, but it does not move. I think it is made of silver, but I can't be sure. It is actually a good thing that it does not move because, whenever I look at it, I have the feeling its looking back at me.

The other room, also white, is not as interesting, although there is a second room, much smaller, on the inside, that is usually closed. I've peeked into that chamber once, and to my fast and trained eyes it looked like a wonderful place to be. It's such a shame I have no authorization to go to that little room more often - I feel I'd spend a very good time there.

I descend and hear the sound that is now so familiar to me. Black little creatures like to hang out around my place, and they can be very loud sometimes. The sound coming from their throats can be very annoying, especially after a busy and complicated day, when all you want is a shut eye. I hardly see them, though. I don't think they like being observed by me, or anyone for that matter. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I stare at things that are interesting to me. And some creatures don't feel comfortable when they're being watched. I wished one of them would come and allow me to make a deep study of it. They seem to be fascinating creatures, and I'd love to give a closer look at them.

Yes, I'm very inquisitive, and learning new things is what drives me and makes me look forward to waking up the next day.

Some people think I'm weird and too quiet and lonely. I know so because I've heard them saying that on my back. But I don't mind. Maybe that's exactly what I am. But it's not my fault humans are so loud and restless. I can't focus with noises and people watching me. I don't like it. I'd rather be left alone.

I look outside the place I live through the window. It seems to be what some call "a nice day". It is sunny and warm, and a bit windy. But I can sense rain in the air. I reckon it will rain in the evening, and I'm usually right. Yes, I have a strong sense when it comes to weather. I can foretell when it will rain, when it will be cold and when it will be warm. Many people don't believe it because I don't go out very often, so they wonder how could I know anything about the weather being stuck in a big blunt place all day long.

Well, I don't have to go out to know what the weather will be like. I can see and feel everything through the window of my room. It is true that I don't go out very often - actually, I never go out. Does that make me a non-sympathizer of humans, animals and other things? Maybe. Although I think my acute curiosity and sharp mind somehow compensate my lack of interest for things that are considered so important to everyone else.

I've had quiet days. They're perfect for working. But it all seems to be over now. I hear noises everywhere. Roaring and distressing. After all this time, I should be more than used to them, but I am not. I will never get used to things that bother me and put up with them just because I'm supposed to. If there's anything that displeases me or gets in my way, I shall do something to stop the annoyance. That's what I've been doing. That's what has been working.

I know that it is still morning and that the sun outside should be an incentive to get up, start working and finishing all the important things I've started, but I don't really want to do so. Not right now, at least.

Would be a good idea to rest a little before. After all, I've been up worrying and thinking all night long, and that's tiresome. Yes, I'd better take some rest. Later, I will continue working, doing things and making discoveries. That requires a tremendously great amount of energy, which I don't have at the moment. I go up to my favorite spot. It is warm, cozy and deep. I can be here for as long as I need without being disturbed. I am very glad I've found this place among the chaos and disorder that sometimes take over all the white rooms. That is heaven for someone like me.

I am going to close my eyes and not think about anything for a couple of hours. I will rest and gather energy to prepare myself for tonight. Yes, tonight will be promising. But I must not allow excitement to get over me. When the sun goes down and the night chill starts to gently kiss my face, that's when the adventure begins. That's when I feel my nature side coming and guiding me through the last hours of the day. And I can be who I really am and do anything I want. That's when I can be what I was born to be.

#writers #my writing

[dat-town]

Waiting for spring to come

A sequel to Waiting for autumn to pass, it probably makes more sense if you read that one first.

Characters: autumn spirit!Young K & spring spirit!You

Setting: fantasy au

Genre: angsty fluff

Summary: The wind of change is in the air. Is it good? Is it bad? You are not sure but spring and autumn has never been so close before.

Words: 2.2k

For those you liked the original drabble, I hope you will enjoy this one too! ♥

Seasons are a part of the cycle of nature. Eternal, ongoing, always unseen. Seasons are sassy, it’s a known fact. Sometimes summers are cold and winters don't have snow at all. Sometimes they are unpredictable but never like this.

"We have to wake up Spring," the spirit of winter rasps fussily as soon as she leaves the doorstep behind. Her presence itself is a blinding brightness with her beautiful silver locks, ice blue eyes and pale skin. She’s like white frost flowers on windows, pioneers of the cold season creeping into the hearts of humans. A sight to behold.

Younghyun slowly looks up from his so-called throne that’s just one of the four around the round, gilded table in the meeting room designed for their trimestrial encounters. There are never more than two of them present but they all have a chair assigned just for them, bearing their marks and symbols, made by a tree so uniquely theirs. It’s a reminder that no matter what, the four of them rule together in this area and when one goes down, another one comes up.

Now, the chilly September wind being the messenger, it’s Younghyun’s turn. The smell of sweet rain and pumpkin pies is already in the air, the leaves are losing their green colour and the flowers are leaving their colourful petals on the dead ground. He’s in the prime of his life, stronger than ever just like he’s supposed to be in the beginning of the autumn season that took everybody by storm after the days of summer officially ran out.

"Why? What's happening?" he asks confused, brows furrowed but can’t help his heart that’s beating furiously of the thought of you. Of better days of spring and flower crowns withering away under your careful gaze and soft smile.

He harshly grabs onto his wooden chair made out of oak tree and overgrown by grape leaves. Normally, he should be discussing important matters with the winter spirit who just woke up and sent Summer into sleep. He should definitely not talk about such blatant nonsense like waking up another season before their time. There's still three more lunar months until you are supposed to be up and Tingyan knows this very well too. Then what the hell is she talking about?

"Don't you feel it? The change?" she quirks an eyebrow at him and even though she usually hides her feelings pretty well, Younghyun can tell she’s pissed, probably thinking about how she ended up with such fools around her.

Of course, he feels the change, the weather getting warmer and more chaotic each year, but he has been sensing this for decades now and he got used to the uneasiness.

“But the rules...” he’s mumbling, hanging onto the only thing he believed to be as certain as writings set in stone.

"The rules change, too. Taeyang can’t fall asleep,” the winter spirit explains and a sun-kissed boy with wide smile steps into the meeting room on cue. “Before, when this idiot accidently touched me, icebergs melt. Now? Flowers bloom from ice.”

“Hey, folks, I’m here too and I take full offense for that degrading comment,” Taeyang snickers like he always does with Tingyan.

Winter and summer are total opposites and their spirits’ personalities are quite different too, so maybe that’s why they never really got along. They didn’t even need to due to the fact they only met twice a year. But now that both of them are up and Summer really doesn’t look sleepy at all, it makes Younghyun mull over the odds of impossible in fear. Their job was to keep the balance. Does that mean they failed?

Yet, here he is recklessly hoping that it means that he can see you soon.

“But how is this possible?” he furrows his brows, fingers twitching as he gulps down his nervousness.

“Ask Mother Earth,” the winter spirit shrugs while Taeyang shoots finger guns at him instead of answering the question.

“Come on, Autumn, bring Spring into the party! You have to be the one to wake her up, otherwise it would confuse her a lot and we don't want any more unnecessary changes or do we?” he raises an eyebrow clearly as a joke. However, Tingyan doesn’t appreciate his funny side and smacks him on the arm that makes him let out a yelp.

Younghyun doesn’t pay attention to their dispute, he’s too immersed in the thought of meeting you so early. Such an unexpected turn of events! He steps towards the direction of your suite almost blindly, pulled by invisible strings and a magnetic power stronger than gravity.

The golden doorknob is cold under his touch and he’s shivering even though he’s not capable of feeling neither warm, nor cold. At least, not in that sense humans feel them; it’s more like an emotion for him, something stirring deep in his heart. His breath hitches as the door opens so easily and the immerse dose of flower scent is already suffocating him. He chokes on his own saliva but it doesn’t break his determination as he marches towards your baldachin bed thoroughly hinted with fresh flower petals. Where in the midst of roses, lilies, jasmines and even more exotic kinds Younghyun doesn’t even recognize, there’s you, the prettiest flower of all.

You are like an angel sleeping in your rosy coloured dress with your long, dark hair sprawled on the white sheets. You have flowers among your locks, like always, and this time they are midnight blue forget-me-nots. Like he could ever forget you! Your heart-shaped face and glossy lips are imprinted in his mind making him crave something he shouldn’t. Because there’s a bridgeless abyss between something you simply won’t have and can’t have. Still, it’s not about owning, about such filial want for physical things but also the longing for a life in which you are with him and not only for one day. But forever.

What can he do though? Autumn and spring is half a year apart, yet you are here, so close, so mesmerizingly beautiful and peaceful while he’s choking on the pollens that are scratching his throat. He absolutely adores this irreplaceable sweetness of yours but the realm of Spring is killing him. He has to act soon or else, his recklessness will be his undoing for being here too long.

He sits down on the edge of your soft bed, the mattress dampening under him as he can’t take his eyes off of you. He’s certain of how he feels, how pathetically autumn is in love with spring, yet he never dares to act on those feelings. Not even when he has seen the same yearning in your eyes because he would hate himself to bring chaos down onto the two of you.

Maybe it’s the change in the air or maybe it’s something completely different but now he feels daring, desperate enough to lean closer until he cannot process anything else but your light breaths on his face and the flutters of your eyelashes. Without further delay, he dives in and presses his lips gently onto your forehead. But as if you burnt him, he pulls back almost immediately, wiping his still tingling mouth with the back of his hands not believing what he just did. Silly, silly deity, has nobody taught you that this mundane thing called love is such a dangerous thing to do?

A heartbeat later, when you blink once, twice and then slowly open your eyes drowsily, he’s there with the softest smile despite being terrified of the possible consequences of his own actions.

“Hey...” he greets you and no matter the centuries that went by, you still get flustered by the way he looks at you so fondly.

“Is it time already?” you ask suddenly wide awake and sitting up in your bed hastily. Did you sleep in? Why did he come into your room when he always waits outside for you?

“Well, about that…” Younghyun gulps and his gaze drops somewhere between your bodies on the flower-made bed. When he looks up, his eyes are autumn days you dreamed about, the warm but windy ones when you wish somebody would hold your hand. But the boy next to you doesn’t do that, no, he rather brushes a stray lock out of your eyes and tucks it behind your ear carefully not to touch your skin. “Everybody is required to be at this year’s autumnal equinox.”

You can only gape at him in awe. This has never happened before.

“What… what does it mean?”

“We are not sure.”

Nobody is. The Seasons’s Council is more crowded this year than ever before and of course, a lot louder too. You stay close to Younghyun as the spirits from all over the globe arrive and start discussing the issue at hand. You don’t understand much of it but you are fascinated by all the new faces you see.

“Is she a rain season? I have never seen one before,” you point at a girl whose hair is like waves and she moves so fluidly as if she was made of slippery water.

“Yeah, she is from the East,” Younghyun nods and introduces you to some other spirits he knows from other areas where only two season spirits exists. You find the monsoon seasons particularly funny so you enjoy yourself despite the seriousness of the situation. Thought, it’s mostly because your beloved autumn spirit is by your side. He’s the calm river in a thundery forest and whenever you feel him getting closer signalled by that dizziness that rushes over you, you are reminded that everything will be okay.

Even if the meeting goes by fruitless and the seasons leave even more fidgety than before, you don’t mind it. Not if it means you can stay and watch autumn unfold in front of your eyes, if you can spend more time with the spirit who stole your heart from bits to bits over the last millennium.

“What happens now?” you speak up when the two of you step out to the balcony of the building. You don’t have to say your fears out loud explicitly for Younghyun to understand what you mean by that: what if you die like humans?

“Now we are here to see every season until we can,” he reassures you with your favourite kind of smile, that genuine one that warms and melts your insides. It takes your breath for a moment and you don’t have any more self-restraint to keep yourself from asking what you’ve wanted to since he woke you up.

“Do you think I can touch you without causing havoc?”

“I- Maybe,” the forever young man blurts out nervous like a teenager in love, clearly taken aback by your direct question but he doesn’t move an inch when you lift your hand to his face.

You hesitate. You’re afraid you will wake up from this dream if you touch him, or you might ruin him just like how spring conquers winter every year. The what ifs horrify you and Younghyun sees your wobbliness in your eyes and shaky fingers. So he gently takes your hand slotting his fingers between yours as he presses your palm flatly on his cheek.

Wow. You let out a relieved sigh.

“You are warm,” you whisper being lost for words. It’s not his ageless face or the touch itself, but the warmth that’s coming from the heart and feels like home.

“You fault,” the spirit of the current season says cheekily and you chuckle in embarrassment. Why is he so cheesy?

“Liar,” you shake your head in disbelief and step back. You need a breather because your lungs are on fire and you’re sure it’s because of the incompatibility between your seasons’ nature. It would be dangerous to prolong the moment more. So you turn towards the jaw-dropping scenery and smile tenderly at no one in particular. “I can’t believe I can see autumn. It’s beautiful.”

Younghyun’s breath hitches as he watches you marvelling at the colours he created and just like an artist presenting his masterpiece, he can’t help but feel proud that you like his work. Oh how he wished so many times you were there to see the beauty of fall.

“I have always known though. I saw it in your eyes,” you keep rambling, confessing in your own innocent way but oh boy, he knows you too well to let it slip through his fingers like that.

“So is it spring I see in your eyes?” he looks straight in your eyes with a look so serious you don’t know what to expect but still, your heart is beating rapidly like the clopping of wild horses on the run.

“I don’t know. What do you see?”

“Something I would be willing to bloom and wither for.”

It’s the softest kiss, a silent I love you and a promise. It takes your breath away and your heart skips a beat as he kisses you shortly. You both know it won’t be easy but you believe it’s worth it, especially because for the first time since forever you are waiting for spring to come with him by your side.

#day6writersnet #kkreationsnet #stories #day6 angst #day6 oneshot #day6 scenarios #young k scenario #young k angst #brian kang #young k fluff #fantasy au #mythology au #a bit of worldbuilding and cameos

[dearmyblank]

Dear J,

it was still summer when I met you.

I was sitting in my lawnchair with those big stupid black shades covering half my face, pretending to read a book I was not interested in to avoid making conversation, resting my feet, and there you were. Walking past me and purposely looking into the other direction, sitting down at that table chatting, drinking red wine and smoking roll ups, in charge of the music like you always were. Did you ever have that feeling when you meet a new group of people and you, inexplicably but almost desperately, just want the attention of that one person you haven't even spoken a word to? It was like that with you. I saw you, dirty blonde hair, ears pierced and all, and I didn't want to speak to anyone but you. When you went into the kitchen, I decided there and then that I had to talk to you, something that is so out of character for me, but I just had to. So I grabbed my own bottle of wine, took a deep breath, entered that kitchen and asked for a cork skrew. My name is J, you said, and gave me that crooked smile. The rest, you could say, is history – if even a sad one.

Now it is autumn and there's almost no leaves left on the trees.

We kissed that very first night, stupidly drunk and finally alone and searching for a river we never found, and when that girl slapped you and told me to beware of you, I was too fucked and happy to care. I don't know if that makes me a bad person. Does it, J? You kept saying it was not my fault, it was you who messed up after all. I don't know if that's true or, you know, if that's just the kind of people we are, and if these are the things people like us say to rationalize their cruelty. Reckless to the emotions of others, selfishly thinking of our own joy in that very moment, or if it really was what it felt like back then and still does to me – different. I hate to say I didn't care. Not in the slightest, and neither did you. If that is who we are, J, maybe we deserve everything this has come to.

The next morning was chaos, but we still couldn't stop looking at each other. I walked ahead of you trying to forget what happened and focusing on the street ahead of me, one step after another, hungover and confused, knees hurting still. In the forest close to that abandoned church, you caught up with me. Crooked smile again, you said hi. The rest, you could say, is history. If even a sad one, now.

You walked me through 40 k. Every day, we talked for eight hours straight. It's all flashbacks now. Your lashes from the side in the sunlight. Your green coloured hood in the rain. You smiling at me. Questioning glances. The mexican woman. Spanish supermarkets. More cheap red wine. Dozens of picnics. Hundreds of cigarette breaks. Your playlist, your taste in music. Your humour, your kindness, your wit. That kiss on the stairs in the monestry - I still count it as our first one. Your bunk on the different end of the room, almost magnetic, and me, lying in the darkness and asking myself if perhaps, you felt it, too. You did. Sneaking into your bed at night, sneaking out in the morning. Holding hands in Santiago. The American complimenting my sundress. That question with the cigarette in the garden. You following me down the stairs when I could barely walk anymore. Me waking up next to you. The smell of our laundry fresh out of the dryer. Your laughter. The way you looked at me when I talked about all that makes me angry about the world. You insisting we shared your chocolate. The first time you slept with me. Looking out of the window and the Funeral by Band of Horses was playing, and everything, everything was perfect. You leaving. Me on a rainy windy beach feeling numb.

On paper, it didn't make sense what we did, at least not to anyone else. It made even less sense to continue it. It was, after all, a holiday fling - wasn't it? Yet still, I couldn't get your stupid face out of my mind. Never could, never will. It's burned into the inside of my eyelids.

Flash forward to five hour phone conversations and falling asleep to the sound of your voice. You cheering me up constantly, telling me yes, I might be a mess - but I'm your mess. Shaking violently when I visited you for the first time. Shaking less the second time around. A game of pool, countless other cigarettes, my first joint in years. We collapsed into your bed a laughing mess and talked about what our room would look like, red walls and fairy lights and pillows and candles. Again, you talked me up a mountain. I constantly wanted to touch you. I almost didn't feel guilty when we had ice cream. You made me tea with sugar, you made me wear a bikini, and oddly enough, I was okay with it. I know you liked it when I said it, and I also know you will never read this, but I will say it again – you made me feel safe, and you made me feel beautiful. And that is a very rare feeling for me, J.

Then came the arguments, and with them the resentment, the loathing, the anger, the guilt. The emptiness that followed. They always left a hole in my chest, making it difficult to breathe. It was never about us, but about how at twentysix years old, the world still scares me to death, and I can barely live within my body on good days, but on bad days, I just wish it was gone, washed off the face of the earth completely. You have a lightness to you that I can't even begin to understand, and thus, you failed to see the loneliness i felt whenever I wasn't around you. I feel it in a room full of people, J. I feel it when I lie in my bed. It creeps up on me, mostly at night times, making it hard to sleep, or eat, or shower. And then, my head is nothing but a dark and cold wasteland. It leaves me an empty shell, and your look when you saw me was worried, and my absence was driving you mad. I never found the words to explain it to you.

I always knew it would come to this though, and I told you, from that very first night we sat down on the grass with a stolen wine glass. You know, we hadn't even kissed yet, we had one evening of The Streets and messing around and talking bullshit, and still you told me you could handle me. You said it then and there, without me even asking. I wish I didn't believe you. Hell, I wish I never walked into that kitchen and asked for that stupid cork skrew. Because J, I didn't know any of this before. And now I know you.

And now I won't ever be able to forget what we had, and how I fucked up.

It was still summer when I met you, and now I'm wrapped up in a blanket, and despite making a promise, I've still not given up on cigarettes, and I listen to The Funeral on repeat, and it gets dark at five, and all the streets are empty, and all the lights are out, and this place is just a nameless big city without you.

I am sorry I said all the things I did. I am sorry I can't take them back. I am sorry you never met my parents, and that I never got a chance to listen to that song you wrote about me. I am sorry that, after all, being in love was not enough.

Take care,

a turnip

#a #j #s #submission

[chickenfetus]

ALL!!!! (also the gemini sqUAD LOL)

im gonna enjoy a nice cup of water while doing this bc idk a tea (update i didnt drink water at all and now im dying of thirst,, also undercut bc many)

1: Golden mornings or peachy sunsets?

i dont wake up early enough to see the sunrise and when i do i never manage to take pics bc of school so peachy sunsets

2: Sugar cones or waffle cones?

idk what a sugar cone is but i like waffle cones!!! havent eaten ice cream with a cone in forever though,, i rarely eat ice cream now

3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?

listen…. its about 33 degrees everyday but even if im in a colder country i dont wear scarves

4: How long do you lay in bed before you finally get up?

this depends?? on how motivated im feeling lmao never more than 10 minutes though because if i lay awake for that long ill just fall back asleep

5: Is there a food you’ve never had but always wanted to try?

i dont think so?? im bad at trying new things especially food

6: What does your umbrella look like?

i dont.. go outside often and whenever i do i take public transport so basically everythings sheltered so i never had a need for umbrellas

7: Do you listen to ASMR?

ive only listened to one everybody please listen to this gift

8: Rain storms or a light drizzle?

both, preferably when im indoors

9: What’s a little thing in life that you love?

hm??????????? my tags lmao 

UPDATE: i also really like reading other people’s tags and their rambles that is all

10: Favorite color aesthetic?

does the word aesthetic make this question any different from a normal favourite colour question???? if it doesnt then sky blue 

11: Wobbly lines or using a ruler?

in this house we draw lines with no ruler like men (but also because even if i did use a ruler it wouldnt be like… straight idk i cant use rulers

12:  Bright colorful living room or neutral cozy living room?

neutral cozy living room but i also love basking in sunlight 

13: Do you have any candles? what scents are they?

im not a big fan of heavy smelling products so i dont own any candles

14: Have you ever rode a horse?

i dont think so??????? ive seen horses before though

15: Do you have glasses?

without my glasses i wouldnt be able to read these questions lmao and . .. theyre also a result of watching pokemon too closely to the tv at a young age… its been like 10 years since i got glasses

16: What’s a language you’d like to speak?

japanese i tried speaking it but i got 2 embarrassed to say anything properly while i was in japan (i cant even speak english properly to a friend whyd i think i could speak another language to a stranger beats me) 

17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?

my singaporean no season ass: ? but autumn and november (is this cutting it too close to winter? idk my seasons)

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?

hm not really i just wear blue ankle socks a lot but my friend did give me a pair of pokemon and gudetama socks before and i adore those although i lost the gudetama ones in the uk last year she got me another pair whatd i do to deserve her?

19: Favorite Ghibli and/or disney movie

m .. um? big. hero 6?????? 

20: Disney, Dreamworks, or Pixar?

my dumb ass didnt know they were different

21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?

i rarely go and watch movies anymore but when i did watch a lot of movies with my friend at the theater we’d get afternoon shows and sneak mcdonalds in lmao

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?

how about band? day6 i only ever play pokemon + sif + bandori so i cant say much and i rarely watch movies and a show? if its an anime id say the one i mentioned before in my one text post 

23: Would you fill your house with plants if you had a green thumb?

not really rip 

24; All plants are great but do you have a favorite?

HM mmmmmm there was this one but i forgot the name lmao pass

25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.)

when im the … audience? what do u call it???? i like seeing all kinda of art styles!!! everyone has their own unique art style and i love it all :o

for ME,, , ive been doing art for 6 years maybe and i still cant do shit

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers?

i would die straight up die thats such a soft concept i cant imagine myself receiving flowers thats 2 sweet oh my god wtf id combust??? i prefer leaves though is that weird i picked some nice leaves recently and im gonna give those to my friends

27: Do you like nicknames?

giving and having nicknames is my favorite past time

28: Do you still watch shows you watched when you were a kid? even from time to time?

pokemon lmao thank u 4 not ending it…. the animation has only improved and im so proud to have been watching it since the start pokemon is my special thing i love it so much!! an interest that never died down, with an anime that stays super like idk to my preference? i tried watching the new digimon stuff but i just couldnt :^( im glad they made ash stay the main character 

29: Do you still like old memes? (tell the truth)

never forget dat boi

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?)

we dont celebrate halloween and i would never cosplay, big shoutout to cosplayers though!!! they put in so much effort and just, respect!!!!! 

i dont know if this is an actual memory because i dont remember well but when i was younger i thiNK? i had to dress up as a swan thing i have no clue i dont even remember the performance but i might have had to ?? and dance??? or act i dont remember everythings fuzzy but i dressed up a swan once? in kindergarten ????? 

31:  Are you a fashionable person?

i have the worst fashion sense and even though jeans are nice once again the weather here doesnt allow me to be as fashionable as i can be

32: Do you like watching holiday movies?

not realyyy??? the jack frost (rip) movie was ncie????

33:  Cookies or brownies?

i live 4 chocolate chip cookies but too much is . . not preferable

34: Do you blow in the cold air just to see your breath?

no i hate breathing in & out from my mouth

35: Do you find the crickets chirping outside your window relaxing?

WELL from the great cockroach ordeal last night id probably die bc we live in an apartment building so the only way id be hearing crickets would be if they were in the ROOM 

36: Do you like cobblestone streets?

my only knowledge of cobblestone is from minecraft so idk

37:  How often do you doodle?

when school was still relevant i would doodle as soon as i picked up a pencil lmao i try not to anymore bc i doodled on my math assignment and forgot to fucking erase it and my math teacher called me out

38: When was the last time you blew bubbles?

a year ago?? i dont remember but i do remember when i was younger id try and blow bubbles at the void deck do yall kno what that is its just a space near the lift lobby anyway i swallowed the soap thing idk u know how ur supposed to blow? well i sucked the soap in yum

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?

in my room its the bed and in the house its the water bottle that contains water

40: Do you bite your fingernails off or clip them more often?

i………………………… i dont actualy kno how to clip my nails and my mum would kill me if i tried but i dont bite my nails either

41: Any birthmarks?

not that i know of

42: Thoughts on freckles?

ive never actually seen someone with freckles in public before but theyre good stuff i gueess?? i dont actually have an opinion on them? everyone says theyre cute and all but im just ??? not that i hate freckles tho if u have freckles? thats cool! 

43: First video game you ever played?

pokemon pearl?? either that or megaman on my ps3 OR the bomb square guy????? idk the game name but.. ya

44: what type of bird do you hear most often outside your door?

i dont know what the bird species are but theyre small black birds not crows idk

45: Do you use gifs/ memes a lot when replying to people?

memes yes gifs no bc im not lame like jen

46: Thoughts on spring?

no comment?? i mean? its nice??????? i guess ??? if we had a spring

47: Ideal temperature outside?

oh boy 20 degrees would be enough for me but its never gotten that low before sunny island’s life

48: Cloudy, partly cloudy, or clear skies?

i like clear skies when its bright! but not too sunny and not too warm!!!!! clouds are nice to look at too though

49: How often do you hear airplanes outside?

yeah we live near an airport i dont think anybody uses????

50: Do you enjoy windy days?

windy days are my SHIT back in school our basketball court was open spaced and whenevr wind blew we could feel it man thats the life right there but i hate windy days when im sitting at home bc it flows the curtains rigth into my face i like the feel of the wind and the smell of fresh air but… curtains in my face? not 2 great so rip i close all the windows lmao

okay thank u so much 4 asking falen i love you and wow this was a lot

#im laughing icb i asked u to ask me thank u for asking #ur a good pal #softshouyous #asks

[bennet-darcy]

2-4, 6, 10, 15, 18, 21-22, 25-28, 30, 32-34, 39, 41-42, 50 ! (If that's all too messy then just answer whatever you'd like lol)

2: Sugar cones or waffle cones?

I really don’t like cones at all, I’d prefer ice cream in a bowl instead. But if I had to choose, sugar cones. 

3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?

In cooler weather, yes! I have a floral scarf that I bought in Italy that I really love, that one is probably my favorite. 

4: How long do you lay in bed before you finally get up?

Depends on the day? On a day that I have work, I usually stay in bed for about 5 to 10 minutes before getting up. On weekends, I can stay in bed for hours after waking up, just listening to music, watching movies, wasting time online or just sort of sleepily dozing. 

6: What does your umbrella look like?

I don’t really use umbrellas often to be honest? Even when I lived in London where it rained often, I would usually go out without an umbrella. Not sure why, I just don’t really use them? I do own umbrellas, but I just??? Don’t use them? But to answer the question, it’s black with a white swirly design on it.

10: Favorite color aesthetic?

I really love pastel colors! Light pink, purple, and yellow especially. 

15: Do you have glasses?

No, I don’t wear glasses, and I also don’t often wear sunglasses. But this reminds me… STORY TIME: When I was in Elementary School, I really wanted to wear glasses just because I thought they were cute, so I told my mom that I was having trouble seeing, so that she would take me to get glasses. But when she took me to the vision doctor, I was too scared to keep up the “I can’t see clearly” charade, so I walked out of the vision test with 20/20 vision, and a huge feeling of guilt for lying to my mom. 

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?

My friend bought me pink socks with hearts on them, I really love those! Thanks Alejandra. 

21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?

Popcorn and an icee, usually. If I’m getting candy, I’ll usually get m&ms. 

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?

The Pink Panther! It’s one of my favorite movies, and I think it’s hilarious, but whenever I mention that movie to people, no one seems to know it! I love it so much though, it’s so stupid but amazing, and I love it. 

25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.)

I just really appreciate art in general, I think it’s amazing how each artist has their own style and unique perspectives that influence their art. I don’t know, I don’t think I have a favorite, I just love art! 

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers?

I absolutely love flowers, and I’ve been given flowers a few times in my life, for birthdays, while I’ve been sick, and for different special occasions. During senior year of high school, the guy I went to prom with gave me flowers. Which was nice, and of course I appreciated it. 

But I feel like if I ever got flowers from a girl, in like… a romantic sense? I would definitely cry, and then die probably. 

27: Do you like nicknames?

Yeah! I think it shows that there’s a strong connection between the people who use the nicknames for one another. I find it cute, and really special. 

28: Do you still watch shows you watched when you were a kid? even from time to time?

Spongebob was, is, and always will be my favorite. 

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?)

When I was younger, I would dress up as Dorothy and Snow White pretty often. I dressed up as Hannah Montana one year, and I remember I really loved that. I want to dress up as Snow White again this year for halloween, but I’m not allowed to wear a costume to work, which is upsetting. But I don’t know, maybe I’ll still dress up. 

32: Do you like watching holiday movies?

YES YES YES I LOVE HOLIDAY MOVIES!!!!!!!!!!!! Love Actually is probably my favorite holiday film (does that count? I’m counting it) but I also really love The Grinch, and Mickey’s Magical Christmas, and basically any christmas movie, really. 

33:  Cookies or brownies?

oooh both, but I’m going with brownies 

34: Do you blow in the cold air just to see your breath?

Yeah, who doesn’t? 

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?

I really love the plants in my bedroom! I feel like they add a lot of color and just look really nice. I have three plants currently, and they all have names: Thicc (an Aloe plant), Bob (an Ivy plant), and Spaghetti Rick (a cactus). 

41: Any birthmarks?

Yeah, I have a dark birthmark on my back. 

42: Thoughts on freckles?

FRECKLES ARE SO CUTE, I LOVE FRECKLES! ♡♡♡♡♡ 

50: Do you enjoy windy days?

Not really. Wind hurts my ears, and messes up my hair. Not a fan. 

Thanks for the questions! ♡

#sorry this took me so long to get to #ask game #ask #anon #about me #Anonymous

[thebackroader]

The Alpe Adria Trail

"You're missing a beautiful sunrise" I announce to the three silent tents, dewy and pale in the dawn. No replies. 

"Guys" I say louder. "it's amazing" A grunt from one, I hear Harley turn over in his sleeping bag. We're meant to be up and out of camp in half an hour. Better change tack. 

"You're missing the most amazing 'gram ever guys." I say even louder. That gets them. Alex's head appears out of the tent. Harley, phone in hand, is up. Joanna in her flip flops and socks, Sven with his long hair sticking up in all directions. Know your audience, everyone.

It was a beautiful sunrise though; we were camped high up , looking down on a valley filled with golden mist. The lower hills were navy blue, fading into bands of azure. The high peaks behind are peach and pink, dusted with gold sun, the mist turning bright as the light hit it. The alps wake up beautifully. It was going to be a hot day of climbing, and it was time to get up and get on the bikes.

We were taking a week off work to do the Alpe Adria trail, a gravel route that runs from Salzburg in Austria over the alps and into Italy, ending up on the Italian Coast at Grado- though we were detouring to finish in the more spectacular Venice. The trail took a lot of digging to find, but proclaimed itself to be the “best cycle trail" in Europe. I didn’t need much more persuasion than that. So, with my twin sister, Joanna, our boyfriends Sven and Tim, and two friends- Harley and Alex- we set off in September. 

Flying into Salzburg through a whole series of thunderstorms, we set off to our airbnb in stormy wet darkness, and rolled into camp soaked through. So much for missing rainy season.

 In the morning, we were greeted with the sound of frantic rain fall, lashing against the windows of the airbnb. We peered outside, and then flopped back into bed. It wasn't going to be a pleasant ride today. Two coffees, breakfast and a pack of early haribo later, we climbed reluctantly onto our laden bikes and set off into the downpour. It was mountain rain; heavy and soaking, but not too cold. We pedalled through a gloomy seeming Salzburg, admiring a castle which slid out of the cloud for a few moments, and some pretty architecture. Salzburg is (I assure you) one of the most beautiful cities in Europe, but the cloud cover sat at 5 metres up, so my only recollection of it was greyness and the feeling of my waterproof giving out at the elbows. Then we climbed out of the city and into the mountains. 

The alps are beautiful. The route winds between some of Austria's tallest mountains, prettiest alpine scenery, most stunning villages and down some fantastic bike paths. Sometimes I had to pinch myself to remind myself that I was actually living this. We rolled into Hallstatt on the first day, greeted by scenery so stunning it looked like it was out of Lord of the Rings rather than Austria. The tiny medieval town sits right on the dark shores of lake Hallstatt, tucked under vertical cliffs of granite and sheer pine forests. The lone church tower soars into misty air, reflected by the dark waters of the lake. Even in low cloud and rain, the place is serene and magical. The town itself is a riot of colourful quaint wooden houses on steep streets, with no cars allowed. Even the Spar- where we spent an abnormally long time buying "grobes brot" (big bread) filled with chocolate and poppy seeds and as dense as a brick- was prettified, subtly hidden behind a deaccession.   

This magical experience was cut short by the angry owner of the campsite, who was so furious that we'd want to stay at his campsite that he shouted at our only german speaker (sven) and slammed his door in our face. We googled the campsite later to see that this was that average greeting for anyone who wanted to camp there, with comments such as:  "For some reasons, as soon as the receptionist saw us, he was shouting as us and told us to get out", "The ground keeper was offensive and clearly didn't want us to be there from the moment we started to talk with him"  "the owner is rude and crazy and does not like young people" "The receptionist was utterly unfriendly, quite aggressive and unpleasant from the beginning with no apparent reason." I recommend avoiding Campingplatz Klausner-Höll! 

All was forgiven the next morning, as we rose to see a wonderful misty sunrise over the lake, with sunlight pouring over the peaks onto the serene lake.  We spent a long time having coffee and pasties on the shore of the lake, unable to leave the beauty. Eventually the crowds of tourists shipping in on buses got too much to bear, so we set off out of the valley and over to Werfen. 

The ride was a bit like the sound of music; green pastures and cows with bells, trees just turning yellow, and beyond this all, the awe inspiring granite peaks of the alps- blue-black silhouettes against the blue sky. We spent the day on bike paths, slowly climbing and descending several small passes, and stopping for coffee, cake and ice-cream whenever we came across the next charming town. Progress was slow but appetites were satiated. 

We took a day off in Werfen,a tiny town which sits in the shadow of the incredible "Hochkogel”, a 2000m high mass of sheer granite. Even their stunning Hohenwerfen castle, sitting pearched on a precipice of 600m,  looks like a toy town in comparison. There is plenty to do around there- you can hike up to Hitlers holiday home, or drive out to some spectacular waterfalls. We opted to see the Ice caves, the worlds biggest. It was an epic just to get up to them- a 20min bus up a steep, windy mountain path, then a 15 minute cable car, and another 20 minute walk up and up to a giant gaping hole int he side of the mountain. The ice cave was pretty...cool, excuse the pun- towering ice sculptures formed by cold air getting trapped in the cave. Lit by eerie magnesium, and directed by funny tour guides, it was worth the freezing feet. Bring something warm though!

After this, we cycled over to the incredible Badgastien. The cycle ride spent most of the time on the valley floor, passing ravines and sheer mountainsides, clear waters and immaculate gravel bike paths the whole way. Badgastine is fantastic- other than it's name, which allows for many jokes about farts- it is an unmissable stop. The town sits on a ravine, separated by a waterfall. It was biggest climb of the trip coming up into Badgastien; you edge up a mountainside at a steady pace, winding up through the town with the view spreading out on to one side. We stopped for photos and a great coffee half way up, gazing at the waterfall falling between houses built on vertical sides. After several hours of climbing, you are rewarded with a train journey over the summit, and then an amazing 10km steep downhill, wiggling down alpine paths to the valley floor. We camped just outside of Spitall an da drau, and found the best pizza of the trip in a back alley tennis club pizza joint. If you get a chance, definitely visit Tennishalle, the pizzas were divine.  

From here, we passed through Villach, and off to the Italian border. We had quite a time at the Italian border, I was so excited at getting there I promptly rode into a concrete pillar and fell off, along with all my bags and water bottles, which got the attention of the snoozing border guards. We stopped for selfies and haribo, feeling extremely proud of ourselves. There was a man waiting there who showed us how to gesture like an Italian- it's apparently all in the shoulders.  

We raced off to the first town we could see to get out first Italian Snack (fresh bread, coffee and ice cream) There had been much excitement throughout the trip about reaching Italy and having Italina food. We couldn't wait to carb load with pizza, bread, ice-cream, and pasta. It did not disappoint. From the Italian border, we rode almost of the alps on an 80km downhill which blew my mind. It followed the old Pontebbanna train route,  but it had been perfectly tarmac-ed, so cycling was an absolute joy. It was the stuff of every cyclists dream. A long downhill, perfect surface, completely off road, wiggling through tunnels and over bridges, following a spectacular ravine down to the sea, with views of distant lofty peaks. It was the best day of the trip, and perhaps of any cycling I've done. 

We took a day off in Venzone, at an icy cold, clear glacier lake called Lago De Cavasso. Camping on it's shores, with beer and pizza mere steps away at the campsites restaurant, we spent a perfect rest day chilling out and attempting to swim (but running out screaming after a few seconds in the icy glaciated water) 

From Verzone, we headed out of the alps to Udine, and over the flat (boring) farmland to Venice. We took a ferry into Venice, sailing up the grand canal in a purple sunset. You aren't allowed to take bikes into Venice officially, but we sneaked them in anyway and walked them through the narrow cobbled streets to our Airbnb in the dead of night.

That evening, after a 120km last leg, we gorged on local pizza, sitting on the banks of a canal in the jewish quarter of Venice. All we could hear was water and the noises of each other devouring our pizzas. It was truly a good end to a trip that tested out taste buds as much as our legs. 

If you are interested in a flattish, gorgeous, off road route between two incredible cities, this one is the one for you. More information at : https://www.alpe-adria-radweg.com/en/

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[brianjameson]

So today was an amazing day sort of a moment of realization for me.

Lets start by saying Sunday was a shitty day.

I was driving up to Red Rock because I wanted to take my nephew to go see the mountains. He’s young and a kid so he has a tendency to play video games all day and watch television and never really gets out. I figured I’d take him to go to the mountains and just really take in the beauty that’s around him and outside of home and video games.

On the way to Red Rock there were a couple of cars in front of me and it was beyond windy so there was a ton of shit flying around everywhere. I didn’t think the weather was too bad until I got up there and it was raining and sort of snowing because of how cold it was. Something was in the road and I had seen people drive past it but I couldn’t tell if they were running over it so I run over what I think was a post that keeps the fences up and my tire just fucking POPS! immediately my low tire signal came on and I had to pull over on the side of the road. The minute I hit the pole I just knew my tire was done and my nephew was like yeah I think your tire popped.. But he said it in such a calm way where it was almost concerning that something could of possibly happened to us with all that wind and thank god I wasn’t going fast or anything.

I step out of my car to look and sure enough my tire is legit RUINED. So popped beyond belief or repair and even the wheel was dented. I wanted to cry. Only thing I could think about was how much money I was going to have to spend that I don’t have right now on things like this.. I sat there for a moment and just asked God like WHYYY, why me. Meanwhile my nephew is sitting beside me completely calm to where I was just looking like him like, are you serious? This isn’t concerning to you? lol

I know he’s a kid but as a kid I would of been so mortified and scared and my first thought would of been “how are we getting home?!” but he was just so calm and just straight up talking my ear off about random things while I couldn’t even keep my thoughts straight because of everything running through my mind lol.

I end up calling Nick and telling him what had happened so he was over in about 25 min to help change my tire to my spare. During our wait I stepped out and just figured well, there ain’t shit I can do and I’m gonna have to spend whatever I have on a new tire next week and that’s fine. I just felt like if my nephew wasn’t even worried then he probably feels like things like that get fixed anyways and that’s very much so his attitude towards things. So I took his advice on how he was feeling towards the situation and said screw it, I came up here to take photos and show him around and that’s what I’m going to do. Things like this happen to just about everyone and maybe it was just my turn.

So I took a couple of selfies and took some photos of him and of the mountain. The mountain was gorgeous, it was so overcast that the sun coming through just gave it a beautiful glow.

I ended up taking him back to the house and we just watched TV and hung out. It was good alone to just see him.

The moral of the story that day was to just be happy even in the most shitty of circumstances. It’s something I’ve never really enjoyed doing because it takes me a minute to really gather my thoughts but having my nephew with me that day actually helped me calm down and really hear myself think and to just enjoy what was around me which was the beautiful overcast weather and great big mountains.

So this week so far has been going just absolutely amazing. To start, I passed my state board exam and received my Cosmo license!!!!

HUGE accomplishment for me, truly. It’s something I’ve dreamt of since I was about 15 years old. I cried, I laughed I called my mom and it sounded like she even wanted to cry lol. It’s been a struggle but at the end of every tunnel I felt I was in, I ALWAYS saw a light. It’s the biggest joy, feeling like I did something I sought out to do years ago and managed to get this far and to be able to call myself a Cosmetologist now? Just wow. I’m proud of myself and proud of just how hard I pushed myself in school and the amount of support I received from friends and family during this time was just incredible.

It all happened so quick too! I scheduled my appointment a week before my test. I scheduled my appointment with the lady who I was renting my kit from the day before my test so I literally had no time to study for my practical so I just blew through it with Nick for 5-6 hours. I prayed to God most of the night to just not let me fail lol. I seriously would wake up revising the steps on how to remove everything from my kit when at the practical. I ran off of about 3-4 hours of sleep so I was rattled when I took it. But I made it! :)

Today I had so much to do. Since I screwed my tire up I went to Discount Tire to get a new one. I spent way less than I thought I’d have to spend so that was a delight and luckily they were able to bend my wheels rim back into place! Meaning I didn’t need to spend on anything else other than a tire. During this time I received a phone call from an agent telling me I would be getting health coverage which made me happy too! I’m 26 now so I’m no longer on my mothers insurance plan and needed to get my own. I get home and then receive an incredible text that I’ll share to come, can’t speak to soon on it. But it was a good one! I was feeling fucking good dude. So I wanted to keep the mood going so I went to go get my oil changed and a well needed car wash. My air filter was just done for and my car was so dirty and hasn’t been washed in MONTHS. After I got all of that square out of the way I decided to take my camera and go take photos at Red Rock. I really wanted to get a good picture of the sunset but it was a little too bright to really get a good picture of the sky but I got some pretty good photos. I was up there for about an hour n a half and it felt like 30 min.

I have an obsession for the outdoor and for mountains especially. I get lost just looking at them. Maybe it’s because they’re such huge structures of nature? Sometimes I feel like I can even see images on the mountains. Like this

Almost looks like an Indian face with the top of the mountain being the red paint Indians would put on.

Red Rock especially captivates me because it was land to different Indian tribes many many years ago and every time I look at it I almost see where it could of been home to Indians. If you’re interested on reading the history behind it just CLICK THIS LINK

But I just wanted to go up there and really appreciate everything great that happened today. It’s been a struggle lately and I’ve needed some real good news and joy in my life so whenever I feel good or need a pick me up I just go to the mountains.

I sat there and just felt so thankful for everything as of the past year up until now and all the accomplishments I’ve made. I know I always talk about being happy and optimistic and just to always do everything with a smile but there’s just been so much going on that I always find the light in every bad situation. To feel HAPPY because of the amount of good news I received today without having to try to be happy or trying to find the light in a bad situation, just really made my day. It’s what I’ve needed. I have more exciting news and a much longer blog about some things I want to open up about in detail.

Feel free to check out my photos from today! I’ll post some here and some on my website.

http://www.brianjamesonphotos.com

I hope you all enjoy. <3

Hidden Blessings So today was an amazing day sort of a moment of realization for me. Lets start by saying Sunday was a shitty day.

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[wanderingtravelr]

Whenever I go traveling, I always try to go during a time of year when the weather is supposed to be good (i.e., warm enough that I don’t need to wear a gazillion layers and cold enough that I’m not sweating and burning to death).

Seeing as I’m living in Haifa, I thought it may be helpful to some that are thinking of traveling here to describe what the weather is like each month – that way, you can plan your trip with regards to what kind of weather suits you best.

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JANUARY (10°C – 15°C) 

I didn’t take my own advice of wearing rainboots and my sneakers got soaked

  Although the weather ranges from 10°C – 15°C, I would say that the weather falls closer to 10°C on most days.

The days are cloudy and the rain becomes quite frequent, so make an effort to bring an umbrella wherever you go.

On some days, the rain gets so intense that I would suggest that rain boots are a must. And don’t be surprised if you find yourself quite drenched from the downpour.

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FEBRUARY (13°C – 20°C)

There is rain here and there, but definitely not as much as there was in January.

It seems as though any trace of a possible winter is gone as the flowers begin to bloom again. As you walk up the streets, you’ll come across trees with hundreds upon hundreds of budding flowers and it’s such a beautiful sight to behold.

On another note, the khamsin (a dry sandy wind) arrives. The air is hazy because of the dust being everywhere and it is practically impossible to see the bay. On days with khamsin, I personally prefer to stay inside because the dust bothers my eyes (they get very tired, red, and irritated)

Khamsin

No Khamsin

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MARCH (15°C – 30°C)

It is closer to the 15°C – 23°C range at the beginning of the month and 25°C – 30°C near the end.

March is a beautiful month to visit Haifa in – it has actually been my most favourite month in the year weather-wise. Not only is the weather warm, yet cool, but the flowers are blooming and you are surrounded by their different vibrant colours.

All in all, it’s great walking weather! Warm enough that you don’t need to wear layers, but cool enough that you don’t sweat a crazy amount (bless!).

The air is fresh, and no humidity is in sight!

Don’t worry about the rain too much, because all you might get is a sprinkling, light shower.

The month of March somewhat parallel’s November’s weather.

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APRIL (20°C – 30°C, and an occasional +30°C)

April is definitely in my top three months weather-wise. Why? Because, like March, it still hasn’t gotten too hot, there might be a nice breeze on most days, and the flowers are out and about.

Do you have allergies to dust or pollen though? Because bless your soul, you’ll be sneezing a bit more than usual. I have dust allergies and eyyy did I die a little bit. It wasn’t bad every day, but on days where the khamsin was worse, my whole head felt swollen and I would have to take anti-histamines to get rid of the swelling, sneezing, and eye-itching.

Although the weather can get higher than 30°C, this typically happens closer to the end of the month and is not a common occurrence. In April, the weather typically stays around the 20°C – 25°C mark.

At the beginning of April, however, you may want to carry with you a light jacket some evenings because of the crisp air.

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MAY (23°C – 30°C)

Mostly pleasant weather, but every once in a while humidity makes an appearance.

The khamsin comes and goes, leaving in its trace sneezing people who are allergic to dust.

Although there may be a few rain showers, they are quite infrequent, so you definitely won’t have to carry your umbrella with you.

However, definitely carry a water bottle with you wherever you go to make sure you remain hydrated.

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 JUNE (23°C – 35°C)

June is here, and with it comes the promise of hot days and spikes in humidity.

At the beginning of the month, the weather is closer to 25°C, but as the month progresses, it can reach as high as 35°C + humidity.

This is definitely a month where you should begin becoming very conscious of drinking more water than you normally would to keep your body hydrated.

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JULY (25°C – 35°C)

You come in July thinking “I’m on vacation, so I want to straighten my hair every day”. Don’t think that. Throw that thought out of your mind right now. This very instance. Ándale Ándale!

The humidity levels range from 85-100% every day. In other words: the moment you walk out of your front door, that straightened hair of yours will curl and frizz so much you’ll wonder what the point of straightening it actually was.

On top of the humidity, it’s hot – so that combination is killer. Ideally, you wouldn’t want to be walking around all day – at least not without a hat, sunscreen, and any other form of sun protection you can find. To give you an idea of how extreme the sun is, I have only ever been sunburned once in my life prior to coming to Israel. It just wasn’t a thing that would happen to my skin. And then, Israel decided I needed a wake up call from thinking I was a special snowflake. I sat out in the sun on the beach for a few hours and next thing you know I’m intensely sunburned for a week (even my scalp had gotten burned!! Who knew that was a thing?) Aloe vera was my best friend that week.

Around this time is when the jellyfish also come out to play, so if you’re wanting to come to Haifa to swim and be at the beach, I would suggest not coming during Jellyfish season to play it safe.

As a side note: the fruits during July are phenomenal!

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AUGUST (30°C – 35°C)

In July, you thought it couldn’t get any hotter, but now you realize how utterly wrong you were and begin wishing that it was July again (it’s like when you’re in first year university and think chemistry is hard, but then in second year you wish you were back to the good old days of first year chem).

It’s as if hell has come up to earth and is residing in Haifa. BECAUSE OH MY LORDY LORD IS IT EVER HOT AND HUMID. Every day you wait for a cool breeze, hoping that the weather will pity you and you’ll catch a break, but you wait, and wait, and wait … and it’s still humid.

To note: it is around 85-100% humid during the month of August and jellyfish are still around for a while, but they eventually leave closer to the middle/end of the month.

PS. The fruits during August are also beyond-this-world-amazing!

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SEPTEMBER (~25°C – 30°C)

Although the weather is still quite hot and humid, it cools down a weeeeeee bit. And some days you wake up and feel that you can properly breathe since the humidity has also gone down a smidge.

Like July and August, September is one of the best months to truly enjoy ice cream. Not that there isn’t a month where ice cream isn’t enjoyable, but because it’s so hot outside, there’s just something heavenly about eating ice cream during these months.

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OCTOBER (20°C – 27°C)

Another month in my top three favourites!

The weather is a comfortable heat and there is, at many times, a cool breeze that surrounds you. Because of it, you’re able to walk around anywhere in shorts or a dress, and not feel uncomfortable because of the humidity or sweating too much.

Although the rain starts, it is quite infrequent so you don’t have to worry about carrying an umbrella at all points in time (I didn’t even have an umbrella at this point – but learned in the months to come that I should go buy one).

The evenings also cool down and you might even find yourself closing the window because of the cool breeze. You also might need to have a light jacket with you to wear so you don’t feel cold when walking around at night.

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NOVEMBER (~15°C – 25°C)

Like October, the weather is still fairly warm, but the humidity has gone (YES!).There is a little bit of wind, so it may be more chilly at times and the rain is still quite infrequent at the beginning of the month. However, towards the end it may become a bit more frequent, so I would highly suggest that you have an umbrella with you in your bag at all times.

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DECEMBER (10°C – 15°C)

The days will be cloudy and the rain will just fall and fall and fall. Granted, not all days are rainy, but most days are cloudy.

It’s important to note that it’ll also be windy – so sometimes, there really is no hope for your umbrella, because the wind will flip it inside out. So be prepared to become drenched by the rain.

Since houses here are not insulated (which makes sense because you don’t want them to keep in the heat during the summer), you will sometimes find that the inside of your house feels colder than the outside. So make sure to bundle up! I even found myself turning on the heater at some points during the month.

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I hope this guide to Israel’s weather helped! If you have any questions, leave a comment below or shoot me an email 🙂

xx

What’s Haifa (Israel) weather like? Whenever I go traveling, I always try to go during a time of year when the weather is supposed to be good (i.e., warm enough that I don't need to wear a gazillion layers and cold enough that I'm not sweating and burning to death).

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