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catgrlyumi · 3 years

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Playing With Fire

|| desc: just like everyone else, you had left quackity behind. as much as you want him to, you aren’t so sure if he’ll be willing to take you back.

warning: a2f !!

a/n: aye, two in one day look at me go ||

it was almost intimidating how big las nevadas was. you snorted, alex had really built a name for himself. you knew what you were doing, was it a good idea? oh most definitely not. you couldn’t care less, you just wanted to see him, you needed to see him. upon entering the opening of las nevadas, you were met with vibrant neon lights and loud music. it was almost too much, but you knew this is what alex had wanted. you continued your way through the maze of buildings and people.

once you made your way to the main building, where you knew alex had been, you began to have second thoughts. ‘will he really be so forgiving?’ it was the one thing you couldn’t shake from your mind. however, you had already made it this far, what would you look like now? after having made such a long journey from the smp? you inhaled and exhaled, your anxiousness not leaving. the guards to the outside opened the heavy metal doors, moving aside to let you in. you bowed to them and stepped inside. once inside, you were searched, for obvious reasons, and then escorted upstairs. the building itself was a maze, just like the whole of las nevadas.

“mr. quackity, you have a visitor.” one of the guards spoke, their voice a very deep, almost emotionless, tone. you could see the tip of alex’s infamous beanie. he was tossing around some casino chips.

“leave them here, we’ll be just fine.” his voice, it was filled with so much pain, but also so much power. the guards showed you to your seat, and left. you situated yourself, not ready for what was to come.

“and how may i help you? if it has anything to do with a refund, everything is final.” he scoffed. it hurt, to tell the truth, hearing him be so straightforward and cold.

“actually, i was wondering if we could chat.” you spoke softly, but he could still hear you. he knew exactly who that voice belonged to. he darkly chuckled to himself. alex slowly turned his chair, his large scar apparent. he was different. from his clothes, to his facial features, to his gaze. he carried so much trauma, it completely changed him.

“about what? how you, karl, and sapnap abandoned me for some silly little city? something that would, just like mexican lmanburg, be taken away from you, hm?” his words hit you like bricks, it was hard not wanting to tear up hearing how coldly he spoke to you.

“alex, if we would’ve known-“ you started, but were quickly cut off by a large crashing sound. alex had thrown all of his casino chips on the floor, along with his sword.

“bullshit! even if you had known, you guys wouldn’t have followed me.” he laughed. “you wouldn’t even care. hell, you still don’t care, all of you.” you really tried, you wanted to talk but hearing him so hurt broke your heart. you clutched your [y/f/c] sweater closely to your body.

“yeah? you’ve got nothing to say now right? because it’s the truth?” alex questioned, slowly stalking towards your chair. each step he took, felt like ages. your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“alex we love you! i love you! we would’ve followed you to the ends of the earth if you wanted.” your tears began to fall freely. you didn’t want it to look like you were seeking his pity, you only wanted him to hear your side of the story.

“if you loved me you would’ve listened to me. would’ve been open to my idea. fuck... we could’ve ruled the smp, could’ve overthrown dream and made it a better place.” he whispered, more to himself. alex began picking up his mess, beginning to compose himself. he had an image to uphold.

“none of that matters now, dream is locked away, everything is okay again.” you smiled softly, hoping to break his cold exterior, but to no avail. he looked at you in disgust, with pure hatred in his eyes.

“he could get out any minute, he could be escaping right now for all we know! you don’t care though, you’d rather fucking play into this little fantasy you’ve got going on.” alex clearly didn’t want to hear any of it.

“look, i’m trying! goddamnit, i’m fucking trying! if you can’t give me the least bit of effort back, then what was the point of coming here.” you laughed lowly to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose. alex put one arm against your chair, closing you in on one side, while he toyed with his sword on the other.

“you’re asking me for effort? that’s so rich coming from you. the one person who never even bothered to put any effort into anything!” he laughed in your face. hearing that really hurt, especially because alex knew why you were always so distant.

“i give up, you win okay? i came here, trying to sort things out, hoping you’d at least try and hear me out.” you sighed, you stood from your chair, making your way to the door.

“wait.” alex called out to you. you didn’t turn around, however you did not continue towards the door. alex took this as a sign to continue.

“how about, we make some sort of deal, okay?” he sighed, finally letting a little bit of that cold exterior go.

“go on.” you turned around, happy to know the alex you love was still in there somewhere.

“you, karl, and sapnap can come live here for a bit.” he motioned to the outside of his window, the neon lights more visible from where you both stood. “if you don’t like it, that’s fine, you can leave. if you do like it you can... maybe stay, all three of you.” he rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“anywhere you are, we’ll love no matter what.” you smiles to him. alex cringed a bit at your words, but offered his open arms to you none the less. he began to feel more vulnerable now. he wanted to badly to let you and the others in. it would take time but he was willing to wait.

“i missed this.” he sighed, holding you for much longer than intended.

“i missed you.” you smiled softly, rubbing his back as the distant music and chatter of las nevadas continued to play.

#c!quackity #quackity x reader #dsmp fandom #dream x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #sapnap #karl jacobs #las nevadas

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kopikokun · 4 years

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Fabric Softener༄ mark l.

↳ Having a boyfriend who happens to be an idol isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, in fact, sometimes, it’s quite the opposite.

pairing: idol!mark x reader

genre: fluff, angst

wordcount: 1942 words

Request 30: Mark + “I wish I’d never met you.” (27) + “You’re an asshole.” (137) (A2F)

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Of course you knew what you were getting yourself into when you and Mark started dating a few months ago. There’s no denying that Mark is an incredibly busy man. Any time you try to contact him, there always seems to be something preventing him from coming to see you. With shoots, rehearsals or just the arduous hassle of going anywhere with a swarm of fans constantly on his tail, Mark barely has any time left to spare for himself, constantly caught in the dizzying world of being an idol.

And of course you understand that. You understand that so well. But it’s so… frustrating. It’s so frustrating only being able to look at your boyfriend’s face from the screen of your dimly lit phone, it’s frustrating to consistently read the phrase, ‘I’ll talk to you later’ and never get a text back, it’s frustrating how Mark seems almost disinterested in you nowadays.

You know it’s incredibly selfish of you to have these thoughts, but no matter how hard you try to smother them, they always find a way to resurface, picking and tearing at you slowly—torturously—from the inside out.

What if he’s just intentionally blowing you off? What if he doesn’t want to see you anymore? What if, what if, what if: those spiteful words keep taunting you.

The last time you saw Mark was what? A month and a half ago? You see your damn cousins more often than you see your own boyfriend at this point.

You sort of wish you had someone to relate to, but who can you possibly divulge this information with? Tattling to someone that you’re dating Mark Lee will only burden him, and again, while you understand, the thought pains you. Burden.

Are you only making Mark’s life harder?

And even when the front door shuts and Mark’s arms snake their way around your waist, that all too familiar yet all too agonising smell of fabric softener and faint sweat floods your senses, you can’t find it in you to be happy.

Mark leans into you from behind, his shoulders loose as he inhales deeply, his nose buried in your hair. “Hey, it’s been a while.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” You shrug Mark off, straightening your loose shirt. You don’t mean to sound bitter, but your tone isn’t exactly the kindest.

Mark’s soft footsteps seem deafening as he stands before you, firmly rooted in his spot and a prominent crease in his thin brows. “What does that mean?”

You hold his willful gaze for a moment before you look away, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides. You walk past him towards your bedroom, slightly bumping his shoulder. “Nothing, Mark. It means nothing.”

You can audibly hear Mark following after you, his steps morphing from light ones to more forced and heavy ones. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Yeah, of course I am,” you say, “but I shouldn’t get my hopes up because you’ll be leaving in like an hour anyway.”

Mark laughs incredulously. “Excuse me?”

You swivel on your heel, facing Mark once again yet not daring to fully stare him in the eyes. “Yeah, and you’ll ghost me for two months again.”

“Ghost you?” Mark raises his eyebrows. “I was busy. You know that. We just had a comeback recently.”

You frown. “Well, you could at least have called me.”

Mark sighs in exasperation. “I was—”

“Busy. Yeah, trust me. I know,” you deadpan.”

“Well, what do you suggest I do?” Mark challenges. “Since you’re being so demanding.”

“Demanding?” you hiss. “Calling me back and texting is doing the bare minimum, Mark. I can hardly call you my boyfriend.”

“So, what? You want me to spend all my time on you? Slack off on my job, disappoint thousands and drop my source of livelihood? Is that what you want from me?”

You’re fuming now. A raging fire has ignited, lapping at your insides, wreaking havoc and burning down anything in its path. It fills your lungs, the smoke ashy and dense, suffocating you and cutting off your airways. It clouds your senses, hindering your sense of judgement and all those emotions that you’ve kept in check for this past month finally break free, spilling from your lips with no remorse.

“That’s not what I meant! God, Mark, you’re infuriating.” Angry tears blur your vision and you have to physically restrain yourself from swiping at them with the back of your hands. “You’re - You’re being unfair.”

“Me? Unfair? You’re one to talk,” scoffs Mark. “It’s not like I haven’t been trying to clear up my schedule to see you! You’re making me sound like the villain here! If anything, you’re in the wrong. God, I can’t believe how self-centered you’re being! I wish I’d never met you.”

You’re stripped of the air in your lungs. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Wait,” Mark’s outraged expression crumbles, “no, I didn’t mean that.”

“Yes, you did.” Your stomach plummets and the room around you spins. “You’re an asshole.”

Your feet move on their own volition. Your shoulders are heavy, weighing you down, yet your feet find no trouble in dragging you across the floor, bringing you to your room. Your mind is fogged, your shoulders are slumped and the pit of your stomach churns. Something has gotten hold of you and its grip is relentless, grabbing and twisting with everything it has, refusing to even allow you air to breathe.

Mark’s cold fingers wrap around your wrist, coaxing you back to him, desperately attempting to reverse the damage he’s done. “Please, hear me out. I was just frustrated, I didn’t—”

You shake your head. “Just leave me alone, Mark.”

Mark tries one last desperate attempt at making you stay, his eyes pleading, his gaze sincere and vulnerable. You turn away.

His grip on your wrist loosens. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you whisper, more to yourself than Mark.

Suddenly, even your own room feels asphyxiating. You fall into your mattress. It smells like fabric softener.

You can’t help but cry.

There’s a soft, rapid knock on your door. Oddly, even the knock sounds unsure.

You ignore it, hugging the covers closer to yourself and keeping your eyes glued on your phone. Though your gaze is set on the show playing, your mind wanders, preoccupied with other thoughts which you have tried to dissipate, to no avail.

There’s a short pause, before there are more knocks this time—louder ones. You scowl, tossing the crumpled and used tissues in your palm into the bin, one missing the mark completely. It lands dejectedly beside it.

“What is it?” you spit, menacingly.

“Can I come in?” Mark’s timid voice is muffled through the door.

“No.”

“Please?”

You bring your knees up to your chest, arms tightly wrapped around them. After what had happened, a bit of time had made you feel a little bad for what you had said. Well, perhaps more than a little. But that doesn’t mean Mark hasn’t done anything wrong either. You think you were being reasonable, expecting at least a call once in a while is far from being greedy, and you know you’re not wrong on that one.

Your door creaks open and you hear the shuffling of Mark’s feet as he inches closer and closer to you, waiting for you to do something. Does he think you’re going to bite him? What the hell’s taking him so long?

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, uh, can I sit next to you?”

You grunt lowly in response and Mark audibly heaves a trembling sigh of relief. He takes a seat, crossed-legged beside you with enough distance to let you know that he’s still a little hesitant.

The consistent hum of the show’s soundtrack playing from your phone is the only thing that pierces the strangling silence between you two. You stare at the moving blurs, unable to focus on what’s happening. You pull on the material of your pants awkwardly.

“Uh,” begins Mark, eyes darting to the stray, crumpled tissue near your bin, “were you, uh, crying?”

You glower at him. “No shit, Sherlock.”

Mark swallows dryly and you roll your eyes. The screen of your phone goes black as you switch it off with a click. You lay back onto your pillows, your hair messily crowning your face. You screw your eyes shut, crossing your arms over your chest. A dull ache persists there and you gulp. Your eyes are still swollen.

The mattress dips beside you beneath Mark’s weight. You turn your body away from him.

“Babe…” he sighs. “I’m really sorry for what I said.”

You don’t offer him the pleasure of a response. Instead, your body goes rigid.

“It was awful for me to say it and I regret it so much.” He continues despite you being adamant on paying no heed to his words. “I’m an asshole and you were right. The very least I could do is call you back, and you deserve so much more than the very least. It’s selfish of me to expect that you’ll be satisfied with having a boyfriend who’s barely your boyfriend, because nobody would. I shouldn’t have gotten so unreasonably angry at you, and I should have listened to what you had to say before lashing out on you like that. I’m sorry I treated you like shit and I’m sorry that you have an asshole for a boyfriend.”

Mark wipes his sweaty palms on his pants, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. The air is dense with repentance and apprehension.

“Can we talk?” asks Mark quietly.

You flip onto your other side, facing Mark and staring up at him, your puffy eyes glassy with fresh tears which threaten to spill. Mark’s expression shatters at yours. You allow him to snake his arms around you and pull you into him.

“Baby...” he coos, smoothing down your hair as you tremble and wail into his chest. You fist the tear-soaked material of his hoodie with all your strength, your knuckles becoming a ghostly white. Yet again, all you can think about is that tender smell of fabric softener. “I’m so sorry. I’m a dick.”

“Yeah, you are a fucking dick,” you sniffle, “I hate you. Dick.” You peer up at him, your burning cheeks wet with tears. You chew on the flesh of your inner cheek. “I’m sorry too. For being inconsiderate.”

Mark shakes his head, a few strands of his silky hair falling into his eyes. “No, it’s okay. But thank you for being understanding.” He gently swipes your tears away with his thumb. “I love you.”

You nuzzle your face into his hoodie once more . “I love you too.”

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, basking in each other’s presence and warm embrace. Mark takes the opportunity to scatter fleeting kisses all over your head.

“Do you wanna get something to eat?” asks Mark.

“I don’t have any leftovers to heat up.”

“I can cook something.”

You snort. “You can cook? Really?”

“Okay, we’ll just order takeout then.”

The end of Mark’s sentence fades into a yawn, and you can’t help but yawn alongside him.

“Can we just take a nap?”

Mark hums. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

“Goodnight, Mark.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

And just like that, the embers of your argument sizzle into nothing. They become the remnants of a once wrathful fire. The room is warm. The glow of the early morning sun pours through the cracks in the blinds. Mark holds you closer to him, his soft snores and your even breathing being the only sounds in the room.

It smells like fabric softener.

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iexploremobile · 4 years

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antwarp321 · 7 years

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tulsatrot · 4 years

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What does a family do for the first weeklong break in a new country? You leave it.

Are You Bluffing?

Sitting behind a two of hearts and five of spades at the poker table, begrudgingly folding for the umpteenth time and eventually donating my 50 riyals to Anton (perpetual poker winner and math teacher), I sat back and asked, “What’s everyone going to do October break?”

There was a smattering of responses. Bali. Thailand. Staying in Doha.

“Has anyone ever been to Sri Lanka?”

A P.E. coach said, “Hell yeah. I got a surfing shop in Weligama. Great surf. Safe. Cheap as hell.” 

“What about with four kids?”

“Perfect spot. The water is calm. Easy place with kids.”

Another hand lost, but our October vacation had been won.

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Happy To Get Sweaty?

Raining in Sri Lanka

Sri Lanka is the antithesis of Qatar in many ways. Green, inexpensive, and lacking massive amounts of natural oil and gas reserves. It is also the first country any newcomer to the region commonly visits. Safe, affordable, a country full of people generally characterized as being cheerful and engaging, with activities for every traveler. It’s the modern-day undiscovered Thailand of the 90’s. Elephants, train, tuk-tuks, and open holes awaited an eager White family.

On the ground, the Qatari shades of white and brown no longer dominated the periphery. Cooler temperatures hovered around. Vibrant green vegetation attacked both sides of the road. This immediate contrast with Qatar caught our attention. A Sri Lankan rain shower then caught us.

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Peeeeeee Fall!

As is common, one of our children vehemently defended not needing to pee at our last pit stop, the same one we stopped at ten minutes prior. Then someone had to pee. Fortunately, it was Dom. Whizzing on the side of the road is far more straightforward for him than the little girls (Annabelle might fiercely disagree).

Abdul, our driver who also drove for the US military in Iraq, amiably pulled over in the thunderous rainstorm. Like Wile E. Coyote, Dom headed in direction to the nearest tree and stepped behind it. Immediately, he fell three feet down in the an open rain gutter currently carrying rushing rainwater. It scared the shit out of him and shocked me. He came away with a few scratches, soaked shoes, and a better understanding of knowing your surroundings.

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She Made It To The Top fo Sigiriya

Sigiriya

Iconically perturbing out of the red clay deep in the heart of Sri Lanka is Sigiriya. Here, centuries old ancient frescos grace the side walls supporting the massive chiseled lion head guarding the top half of this UNESCO World Heritage Site above. To get there, the six of us navigated the throngs of local tourists, humidity, and body odor. You’d think this was Philmont with a group of Eagle Scouts in New Mexico.

Better Read Up On This Monastery Before Climbing

Even before our upward ascent to the top, Moni’s walking battery depleted. My shoulders picked up the slack. This wouldn’t be the last time this would happen.

The walk up from the base was slow and steady. The sheer number of visitors and the one lane metal staircase controlled progress and provided more time to appreciate the combination of humidity and a body’s response to it. Fortunately a quarter of the way up presented ancient topless Sri Lankan royalty frescoes and sufficient time to study them. The final precarious climb to the top unnerved Nadine. The gaps between the handrail on the stairs was uncomfortably wide for guiding a three and fiver year old to the top.

“You’re hurting my hand Dad!”

Appreciation for the 360 degree vistas above allowed blood to return to the girls’ hands.

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So I Can Parkour At Sigiriya?

Modern Protest

Postcards are a modern form of protest. It’s a throwback to passing a message on paper that renders personality not only from the message, but handwriting and effort to send one. Postcards hardly exist in Qatar. It’s easier to find a row of five Range Rovers than a single postcard. Back around the base of Sigiriya, I can only imagine the mental astonishment of the first postcard vendor when, instead of the struggle of a hard sell, I eagerly rushed him and agreed to pay $5 for 10 postcards, without even trying to haggle.

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This Is Just A Preview Of All The Elephants You Will See

One on One Time With Troops of Elephants

Not many animals cause as much wander, euphoria, awe, and amazement for kids, and adults alike, like elephants. The popular Kaudulla National Park is home to many Asian elephants. Sometimes travel with little kids has unexpected benefits. Naps required that the visit to the national park be earlier than recommended. For that reason and imminent storms, the Asian elephants strolled the savanna earlier than usual and unknowingly shared the park with us, and only us, for an afternoon.

The first herd of elephants reflected normal family dynamics. The adult females snacked and mused about the silly tourists and their outrageous neon outfits. The younger elephants wrestled each other. They leisurely migrated regularly to fresher grass and trees. Yet, when our truck entered a 80 yard radius, things got real. The adults circled the baby elephants. The sound of a loud engine revving in the distance, like that of a sports car, caught my attention. Apparently a louder vehicle, out of our sight, must have been watching them intently too somewhere on the opposite side of the brush. The guide then nonchalantly informed us, that wasn’t a car, but adolescent males warning us to steer clear of their family. Knowing the spontaneity of any teenage boy, our driver took a more readied position to flee if needed. This was just the near the entrance of the park.

Over the next two hours in the back of the safari jeep, we observed Kaudulla National Park elephants with unobstructed views. Delving further into the national park, four more troops of elephants could be seen enjoying lunch time.

Our guide mentioned, “You’re really lucky! All of the elephants are foraging right now.” As another pride of 30 elephants exited the tree forest to our left, fat drops of rain sporadically exploded on the hood of the jeep. The pending rain and nap initiated our departure. As our jeep bounced out over deeply rutted dirt tracks back to the entrance, we saw the first indications that news had spread about the elephants. A steady queue of safari jeeps entering the park. Passengers dutifully put on raincoats as the gray sky began to release pent up rain.

Successful Elephant Safari

As Dom and I leaned to the right avoiding a dipping branch, I mentioned, “We had that entire park to ourselves.”

“It was awesome Dad.”

Yes son, that was awesome.

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There Are Some Cool Views On The Sri Lanka Train

The Narcissistic Train

Nanuoya to Ella is a train ride through the idyllic heart of Sri Lanka. I’m positive you’ve seen photos of silly, dangerous photos of beautiful young people leaning out wide from the side of a train with lush green fauna far below to soften the blow should they loose their grip. We do live in a narcissistic period. You don’t take the train for the views, experience, random people that meet that have to play with your kids since they keep bumping or crawling over them, or photos. A photo of your foolish ass hanging precariously out of a train is shared on your instagram feed so someone will take two seconds to like it.

That Next Step Is A Doozy

In the midst of our train ride, this German girl positioned herself next to me between two train cars as I took my precarious foot selfie. For her part, two friends of hers were expertly positioned hanging off on the opposite poles on the opposite car for that perfect likable photo. Her left hand held onto the pole and her right balanced her smartphone while the majority of her body extended out over the exposed track below. Suddenly she fortuitously pulled herself in, as two seconds later, the train became dark. It had entered a tunnel. Like me, she had no idea it was coming and she was looking the other direction. With eyes wide open, she had a look of astonishment on her face of what could have been her demise, or at least the ruin of her Instagram photo. Once out of the tunnel, the three German girls resumed their pursuit of the perfect photo.

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Six Tightly Squeezed Tuk-Tuk Riders

Three Wheels Plus Six Whites to Nine Arches

Ah, the tuk-tuk. The memory maker. That tiny, agile, quick and efficient oversized adult Big Wheel that easily maneuvers crowded streets. That’s until you add six multi-sized humans, hills, and muddy conditions. The preset of walking through leech infested water to reach Nine Arches Bridge with two little girls and possible hysterical reactions required a deviation from the plan. (Where’s that carpe diem spirit John?) The answer, good ol’ reliable tuk-tuk. Usually equipped to hold two, three adults max, we crammed all six of us inside. The littles loved every bounce. For Nadine and I, our arms didn’t appreciate tensing for every dip and preparation for the next one. The bridge itself was a let down, the tuk-tuk ride and opening coconuts for coconut water at the end of the bridge were more memorable and appreciated.

Besties

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Protected Weligama Bay

Poker’s Pot

So here we were. A single conversation over multiple lost poker hands in Doha had now dictated the second half of our trip. And just like that, the first half of Sri Lanka aggressively had filled the senses every waking moment. Now the second half would provide respite. A half moon shaped bay with shallow, safe surfing waters sat outside our room in Weligama. Sophie, Dom, and Annie tried their hand surfing. Nadine got a massage. We all ate well. There wasn’t a new city and site to see everyday. Just relax, swim in either the sea or pool. Weligama is a place we would return for a relaxing holiday.

Just as quickly as I folded my poker hand in Doha, our October break in Sri Lanka came to an end too.

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Who’s Leading Who Here?

No Stilt Fishing Because Of Rough Water And Rain

Turbulent Waters Off Of The Weligama Coast

Welcome To Weligama Surfing

Time To Enter The Laccadive Sea

Protected Weligama Bay

Any Subtle Messages Pringles?

Tangalle Blow Hole

What Shape Is That Blowhole?

These Are The Good Times!

Does He Have His Seatbelt On?

Balancing Family On 9 Arches Bridge

That Next Step Is A Doozy

Yep! Nine Arches There

So When A Boy Asks To Hold Your Hand, You Say, “Let’s Go Talk To My Dad About That First.”

Besties

It’s Really Just A Train Track Over A Bridge. A Bit Overrated, But The Coconut Water Is Delicious

Six Tightly Squeezed Tuk-Tuk Riders

Our View From Ella. If You Look Close Enough, You Can See A Waterfall In The Falling From The Hills

So Mr. German Man, You Said You Wanted How Many Kids?

Best Buds On The Rails

The Safer Selfie

Happiness Personified

She’s Not The Only One Having Her Picture Taken. I Had To Run Really Fast To Keep Up With The Train

There Are Some Cool Views On The Sri Lanka Train

Girls, This Is The Serious Train

Looks Like A Good Day For A Train Ride

Momma Snuggles

Holding Hands While Napping?

Making Memories

I Said, “Smile And Be Happy Or Else!”

Successful Elephant Safari

“See Ya Elephants, We’re Hungry”

Emerging From The Woods

Wide Open Spaces For Elephants. It May Be Hard To See, But There Are Three Different Elephant Herds

Our Trusty Steed

Kaudulla National Park All To Ourselves

Deep In Thought

This Is Just A Preview Of All The Elephants You Will See

Annabelle Was More Than Willing To Take Photos With Anyone

She Made It To The Top fo Sigiriya

Made It, Now To Make It Back Down

Halfway There Kids

Already At Her Shoulders

Friendly Sri Lankans Were More Than Willing To Help Our Little Ones Climb The Stairs. See That Line Above Waiting To Climb Sigiriya

About To Conquer Sigiriya

There’s One Way To Make It To The Top

Better Read Up On This Monastery Before Climbing

Happy To Get Sweaty?

So I Can Parkour At Sigiriya?

Search for Elephant Kandi What does a family do for the first weeklong break in a new country? You leave it.

#Elephants #Ella #Family Travel #Kaudalla National Park #Nanuoya #Nanuoya to Ella Train #Narcissism #Nine Arches Bridge #Poker #Postcards #Sigiriya #Sri Lanka #The White Family #Train Travel #Tuk Tuk #Weligama

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arkansasanimefestival · 5 years

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A2F 2019 Guests: CW Crew

Stop by The Arkansas CW booth and meet the Arkansas CW Crew! Then grab some free giveaways and find out about a chance to win other prizes!

The Arkansas CW is the home of well received shows such as Flash, Supergirl, Riverdale, Arrow, Black Lighting, Legends of Tomorrow, Supernatural, All American, The 100, and iZombie. And coming this fall Batgirl and Nancy Drew!

It is also the home of

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mortenvorro · 7 years

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✨That's right! The next DAKIMAKURAS will be Yuri on Ice featuring Yuri and Viktor in their Stay Close to Me outfits!! It should be done and out of manufacturing for A2F Fall!! ✨It was gonna be drunk Yuri and Viktor but I thought "better not". Lol ✨ ✨ ✨ #dakimakura #bodypillow #yurionice #yurikatsuki #fanart #illustration #art #artistalley (at Ottawa, Oklahoma)

#dakimakura #yurionice #art #illustration #bodypillow #artistalley #yurikatsuki #fanart

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cos-mic-infinity · 7 years

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Finally got the vlog uploaded!!

Fall A2F

There’s not a lot this time, tho c,:

#a2f #a2f fall 2016 #arkansas anime festival #fall a2f

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zappypot · 7 years

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I'm probably gonna be showing up at A2F as Sans for Saturday. If you see me, please don't hesitate to say hello!

#A2F #Arkansas Anime Festival #A2F2017 #A2FFall #A2F Fall 2017

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nitroglycerin-peach · 7 years

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Best thing I’ve ever done! And I got to do it with my best friends <3

Keith: @manami-nightray Lance: @juggling-apples Shiro: @sad-space-boi It was really fun doing a panel with you all <3 I hope to do it again in the future ^w^ Our Allura (she was off to the side but she’s still the best): @tanakagundhamsinvisiblepanties

#a2f #fall a2f #a2f2k16 #voltron #voltron legendary defender #space gays #voltron panel #dab #voltron legendary dabfender #manami-nightray #juggling-apples #sad-space-boi #tanakagundhamsinvisiblepanties #klance #i'm a leg #good times #friends #voltron cosplay #voltron legendary defender cosplay

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trashykawakun-blog · 8 years

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Hey guys long time no see! So I haven’t been active oops but I’m making this post to see if anyone is interested in joining some of my panels If you are going to Konsplosion,Fall A2f, and or Spring A2f then please read on:

I’m hosting a couple of panels and we need more people! Please comment or message me if you’re interested in joining!

Whatever character that has a name in parenthesis is taken any that doesn’t means it isn’t taken. Fall A2f- Free! Panel: Rin (me) Kisumi Haru (secretlynanaseharuka) Makoto (juggling-apples) Sousuke (stargazer12) Nitori (askcosplaywaka) Momo (askcosplaychiyo) Gou (Hayley Williams) Rei (manami-nightray) Nagisa (narwaltshannon) Fem!Haru (myleviheichou) Fem!Rin (Arcticwolfcosplay) Fem!Nagisa (supersugoii) Fem!Rei (AniBae) Fem!Makoto (Will Williams)

Tokyo Ghoul Panel: Waiter Kaneki (me) Ayato (cabeswaterpng) Juuzou (secretlynanaseharuka) Rize (juggling-apples) Touka (Taylor Boehm) White haired kaneki (askcosplaychiyo) Uta (manami-nightray) Hide (sir oliver phantomhive) Tsukiyama (Nicole Bell-Sandoval) Nishiki (SuperSugoii) Hinami (oliviaern) Eto Yomo (stargazer) Kimi (arcticwolfcosplay) Akira (narwhaltsharon) Amon

Haikyuu! Panel: Hinata (secretlynanaseharuka) Tsukishima (stargazer12) Yamaguchi (will williams) Nishinoya (Kylie mengler) Kageyama (me) Kuroo (Cali rolenstones) Kenma (emmycolorqueen) Lev (vlads.world) Oikawa (maddnix) Iwaizumi (ultralordkiwi) Yachi (askcosplaychiyo) Sugawara (supersugoii) Daichi (emlzotakubell) Enoshita Asahi (tanakagundhumsinvisiblepanties) Lev (juggling-apples) Yaku (manami-nightray) Kiyoko (myleviheichou) Bokuto (lalacosplay) Akashi (keytimecosplay) Takeda Sensei (narwhaltsharon) Coach Ukai

Owari no Serpah panel: Yuichiro (me) Mikaela (bluetaboo) Kimizuki (cabeswaterpng) Yoichi (keytimecosplay) Shinoa (narwhaltsharon) Mitsuba (tumblrlessons) Ferid (vladsworld) Krul Crowley (Hayley Williams) Gurren Shinya Lacus (secretlynanaseharuka)

Konsplosion- Attack on Titan Panel: Levi (arcticwolfcosplay) Eren (jaegerbomb) Armin (secretlynanaseharuka) Mikasa (stargazer) Erwin (myleviheichou) Mike (me) Jean (beariqcos) Marco Sasha krista Ymir

God Eater panel: Lenka (stargazer) Lindow (me) Kota (secretlynanaseharuka) Soma Sakuya Alisa

K Project panel: Shiro (secretlynanaseharuka) Kuroh (me) Neko Yata (Vlads.world) Fushimi (Kelsey poe) Reisi (Stargazer) Mikoto Tatara Anna

Black Butler panel: Ciel (kakashi) Sebastian (plutotom99) Alois (secretlynanaseharuka) Claude (manthis99) Finnian (me) Baldroy Mey rin Hannah William (arcticwolfcosplay) Grell (Kelsey) Ronald (beariqcos) Undertaker (jaegerbomb)

Fullmetal Alchemist panel: Roy (me) Edward (stargazer) Alphonse Riza Envy (Tiffany)

Owari no Serpah panel: Yuichiro (me) Mikaela (secretlynanaseharuka) Shinoa (Emily roberts) Yoichi (Kelsey poe Kimizuki Krul Ferid (vladsworld) Gurren Shinya Crowley (Hayley Williams)

Spring A2f- D. Gray Man: Allen (Prince Jessy) Kanda (me) Lenalee (jasmine reed) Lavi (Brianna Duke) Road (Leanne Owens)

Noragami panel: Yukine (Hayley Williams) Yato (me) Hiyori Bishamon Kazuma Ebisu Kofuku (Jazlyn Sanderson)

We will have a photoshoot for each panel but more info later!

#fall a2f #spring a2f #konsplosion

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