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ponies-galore · 2 years
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some personal art I did recently, a refsheet for my ponysona!
her name is moon blossom and she's a pegasus who can transform into an alicorn! (though she's not very good at magic,,)
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gunsatthaphan · 9 months
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Hello, let me begin by saying that I absolutely love your blogs and all your posts!! I am an FK stan also and absolutely love them to bits, but I have a topic about them that I hope you'll be willing to share your opinion on.
I work as a middle management business consultant, related to management of PR and marketing although not for film industry, but i've had experience in handling products as a brand manager so i imagine the case with GMMTV and other TV productions are smiliar if we can replace 'product' with 'artists' in this case.
So relating to the branding of First and Khaotung as a CP by GMMTV, for the life of mine I just could not understand the (business) reasoning behind it for several reasons:
1. They are both versatile actor with good experiences on their belt and so far has chemistry every other actor they played with. it might be a bit of a waste for GMM to lock them both in a pair.
2. At the time it seems Gawin and First was more popular than FK, it should be easier and less risky to market and sail this pair, this pair also have the advantage of being in a more well known series (Not Me).
3. Both First and Khaotung relationship dynamic seems to not fit any existing mould that current BL pairs have (e.g. there's no clearly defined S/U between them), this seems risky and might not be well received by typical BL fans (esp. Thai Fans).
4. GMM has been trying to replicate OffGun formula a lot, all of GMM other CP seems to follow OG formula to an extent, which is not the case at all with FK.
5. All of the series that both acted as a pair in (Eclipse, Moonlight Chicken, and OnlyFans), are series that i think contain mature themes and not generally something that caters to the taste of Thai BL fans.
This question has been bugging me for awhile. The funny thing is: as mentioned above I am personally a SomSom, an FK stan :D I love them both very much and I absolutely love them together, but the decision to pair them together just doesn't make sense to me, I don't understand what GMM is trying to do here with both of them.
Sorry it's a bit long and thankyou SO SO MUCH if you decided to answer this :)
hi anon!
first of all thank you for your kind words!! 🥺 I'm glad that you enjoy my content!!
thank you for sharing your thoughts, however I can't say that I understand all of these concerns lol. here are my thoughts:
I would never call anything related to them "a waste" lol it's actually the opposite; pairing them was a very wise decision, especially because they're both highly experienced actors. They're versatile and talented on their own and they bounce very well off each other. And as I mentioned before I hope to see them act separately as well, as being in a fixed pair can limit their opportunities. But to call pairing them a waste is an insult dfkjgdf sorry. .
Not really. DanYok and GawinFirst were very popular at the time but it was kind of nipped in the bud by gmmtv; I still don't know why they never bothered with them but since they never gave them a platform or any sort of promotion, you can't really compare the 2 pairs imo. But if we still look at their general reception then no, they were not more popular than FK are now. I don't know what would have happened if they had fixed them back then but I imagine Gawin would not have been on board lol. He avoids the big spotlight so I don't think they would've gotten anywhere tbh. They were undeniably a hot moment though lol. .
Disagreed. A pairing shouldn't fit any "mould"; if they have good chemistry and work well together then that's all the premise they need. And speaking of which, what is the "mould of current bl pairs" anyway? The S/U dynamic sure isn't one and should not be a factor with any pair to begin with. But since we're on the topic, Gmmtv has never thematized this with any of their couples which I highly appreciate lol. And they don't need to because the Our Skyy lineup is fairly popular as it is. They're pushing the bro-narrative over the T/B-narrative but that's another can of worms lmao. The S/U thing might still be something that some fans care about but there are enough other couples in the industry which make use of that lol. .
What's the "OffGun Formula"? I've never heard of that lol. If this is about the same dynamic again then idk what to tell you. This should not be an issue. .
Nope. The times of bland high school vanilla shows is long gone and the fandom is not the same as it was 3-4 years ago. I've been on board for almost 6 years and more mature plots is something that is greatly appreciated, so shows like Not Me, The Eclipse or Moonlight Chicken and also other non-gmmtv shows got an appropriate amount of popularity because of that, not in spite of it. .
Generally I don't think any pair has to fulfil a purpose or "make sense" - if they work and have a good and healthy dynamic on and off screen then that's all that matters. at least to me. Just because they don't fit a certain stereotype or whatever doesn't mean they're an odd couple. They don't have to comply with anything. So that ideology seems a bit outdated to me.
However - I'm repeating myself again - the fixing should not get in anyone's way. gmm likes to overdo it with the promotion and the events etc. and especially with A-list actors like FK and some others, I fear that the overexposure might have a negative effect on their careers, i.e. typecasting and other issues. Which is why I hope they can find a balance between their couple works and their individual projects. And this goes for the other pairs as well.
xxx
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soullessdianthus · 6 months
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I'm the anon that requested for perv Graves ....omg YOUR WRITING 💋💋💋💋...continue what you do ....don't listen to haters and get better at your craft 😍😍😘😘
Again THANKYOU SO MUCH 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️
I have to stan🗣🤌🤌🙏🙏
I'm so happy you liked it, because I was afraid I took it to far with the darker theme. 😳 But since the reception of those headcanons was so good, a Kidnapper!König fic is on the way!
You're so sweet, pookie, thank you for your kind words! ❤︎
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authenticmiya · 3 years
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Nobody’s Fault - Johnny Lawrence x Reader
Summary - Part three to Lose My Job. After a traumatising month of slow recovery, reader is finally discharged from the hospital. However, the drama doesn’t just stop not that’s she’s on the mend. (Part 1 here) (Part 2 here)
Words - 1.4k
Warnings - fluff/angst
A/N - Would you guys wanna see a part four to this? Don’t hesitate to request and message me! Thankyou for your support!
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"Good evening Miss Y/L/N, we're local police officers who are working together about the case at the school." One of them said to you. 
"We understand right now probably isn't the best of times to have this conversation with you, but in order for this whole investigation to move forward, we need to confirm something." The other one said. 
"And what exactly would that be?" You questioned. 
"Considering you were pushed off of the balcony-" They began and you were very quick to stop them from talking.
"I don't know what kind of police officers you are but if I was purposely pushed off of that damn balcony, don't you think you would've sent the kids to Juvie by now?" The officers looked at each-other with defeated faces. 
"That's what were here for Miss. It is your decision to send the two responsible for you injuries, to Juvie." You couldn't quite believe what you were hearing. 
"I'm not pressing charges and the kid's aren't going anywhere. I chose to get involved, I tried to handle it and it didn't work, that's nobody's fault." You told them.
"Thank-you for your time, it looks like you two are off the hook for now. I can't say the same about those Karate Dojo's that are in competition with each-other." They told Miguel and Robby before they left. 
"Now let me see my students, well try and see." You joked. 
It had now been a total of a month in the hospital, and you'd now found yourself without a brace and able to sit up. 
"I'm sorry Y/N." Johnny apologized suddenly. You looked over at him confused. 
"What are you apologizing for?" 
"That argument we had before all of this happened. If I had just said things differently, maybe you wouldn't have ended up in this place." Johnny sighed and you reached over to grab his hand. 
"I pray you haven't been blaming that stupid bicker for everything that's happened. It's done with. I'm sorry to, I ruined the walls when I threw your beer." You chuckled.
"Don't worry, your handyman eventually got around to fixing it." He smirked and you rolled your eyes. 
"What's going on in that head of yours Johnny? What happened to every hour being spent in the Dojo?" Johnny let out a sigh, knowing he was probably going to get an earful. 
"I gave up Cobra Kai Y/N, Kreese took over." If it was possible for eyes to naturally fall out of your eyes, they would've been on the floor by now. 
"You did what?" You gasped. 
"You're getting discharged today, I will spare you the details until we are home." Johnny told you. 
"No we won't sweet-heart, what the hell has he done to you now?" You pushed the conversation. 
"If I told you he was the the main reason that the school fight happened, would that be enough questioning me until later?" He asked you. 
"That slimy asshole just couldn't leave you alone, could he? After everything he'd done to you back in high-school, I ought to smack the shit out of him." You snapped. Johnny couldn't hide the smile that came to his face. Nobody he'd ever been with, had cared about him as much as you did.
"We'll save that for another time." Johnny chuckled, even-though it hurt him to think of the bad memories he had with his old sensei. 
As the time went by, the doctors had finally given you the all clear to return home. That was of course before they had told you, you had to be in a wheel-chair, as well as have crutches to help with walking again. 
"I feel like I haven't been home in a lifetime." You admitted to Johnny as he wheeled you in the direction of your apartment. 
"Well I'm glad I can finally have you back." Johnny opened the front door and there was a huge Welcome Home sign in the living room.
"You are the best, didn't really think you were into doing cute things." You sassed and he bent down, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. 
"Don't go ruining my badass reputation babe. Welcome home." He kissed your cheek, making you smile. 
"I've got to say, it's not as messy as what I was expecting." You joked and he rolled his eyes playfully at you. 
"Only the best for you." He chuckled. 
"Welcome home Y/N." Robby suddenly appeared, exiting from the bathroom door. 
"How long was he in there?" You looked at Johnny with concerned eyes. 
"Probably the best part of half an hour." Johnny admitted, making you and Robby laugh. 
"It's good to see you here Robby." He reached down and hugged you, but that still didn't stop the look of confusion on your face. 
"Do you not want me here? Is it too much for someone who has just come out of the hospital?" Robby panicked. 
"Be quiet Rob, I'm just really happy that you're here. What exactly have you two been planning huh?" They both smiled at each-other, and your heart literally exploded. 
"When you were first in the hospital, I took everything out on him. You told Robby that you wanted us to get a long, so we tried. But, it took us some time to realise, that we shouldn't just be doing this because it would make you feel happy, but we should be doing this for our own good." Johnny told you, and you felt the urge to cry. 
"There's no way Johnny fucking Lawrence just openly said that to me." You couldn't even hide how stoked you were. 
"Why are you so shocked about me being the good guy in situations?" Johnny teased. 
"Maybe this is what we needed all a long. That doesn't mean you never have to speak to your mom again okay Robby? I get she made a load of mistakes however, she's still your mom, and I know her and I haven't had the best of relationships, but I guess I'm willing to work on that as well." This was for sure going to be a family moment you were never going to forget. 
The three of you eventually ordered take-out, spending a peaceful evening together for once. 
"So Robby, tell me, what teacher has replaced me for the time being?" You asked, sipping on an ice-cold Coors Banquet. Robby frowned and Johnny let out a sigh. 
"Y/N, they might have permanently given your job over." Johnny told you and you nearly choked on your drink. 
"Well they might also see me in the reception area tomorrow morning, demanding an explanation."  The annoyance in your voice was obvious. 
"They said something about you not being able to come in for a long time while you recover and that by the time you could've come back, we would have nearly finished school for the year." Robby told you, but he should've known all to well that you weren't giving up that easily. 
"I know it's been a month, but I'm not giving up on my kids that easily." You told him. 
"I think you should take it easy Y/N." Johnny put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 
"I swore I'd never give up on them. I didn't train for all of these years, to be in the position that I am in now, to just lose it over one school fight. Not happening." Robby smiled at you. He was so appreciative and grateful that his dad had actually found someone who was determined. Someone who made the right life choices, but clarified when they had made a mistake. 
"It's Linda." Robby told you and your mouth fell agape as Johnny laughed. 
"She has no qualifications in teaching, she's the receptionist." You groaned, and both Robby and Johnny knew, there was no way you were giving up that easily. 
The night slowly drew to a close, and Robby was reassured that he could stay in the guest room.
"I have missed this bed so much." You grinned as Johnny gracefully lifted you onto it. 
"It's been awfully cold without you." Johnny got in beside you and draped an arm over your waist. Placing a long awaited kiss to your lips, you finally felt like you were home. 
"I'm going to do everything I can to get you walking again." He thought, looking at how you still stayed beautiful, even after all of the trauma. He promised he was going to help you, and that's exactly what he was going to do.
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ryangosking · 3 years
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Cuffs
Summary: Bucky is guarding / detaining you as a favour to Sharon, unfortunately she gets delayed and the two of you are forced to spend the night together.
Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, frottage, mentions of light bondage. Spoilers for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier
AN: Set after TFATWS, reader works for Sharon. May be the start of a series. Masterlist
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"These cuffs are too tight." You whine loudly as Bucky pushes you into the motel room.
"No they aren't." He grumbles. "In fact you could probably get out of them if you tried hard enough."
You look around the room, to call it shabby would be a compliment.
"Sit down." Bucky says shortly, turning on the TV.
You sigh and perch on one of the beds, wriggling your wrists in the cuffs.
Bucky pulls out his phone and paces between the twin beds as he talks. "It's me. Yeah, I got her. She was being a pain in the ass so I cuffed her. Don't worry, she's fine."
You look up at him. "Let me talk to her." You hiss.
He scowls and shakes his head, the crease between his brows appearing. It's adorable really.
You can hear Sharon ranting on the other end. Oops.
Eventually he sighs and holds his phone out. "She wants to talk to you."
You smile sweetly and take it, holding it awkwardly in your restrained hands.
"Hello?" You ask, apprehensively.
"Tell Barnes to go outside." Sharon snaps.
"Err, can you give us some privacy?" You ask Bucky.
He turns from his position at the window and rolls his eyes. "I'll just be outside."
"We're alone." You tell her, almost dropping the phone.
"I've been calling you." She says, briskly.
"I don't know where my phone is, Barnes kind of abducted me so-"
"You didn't stick to the fucking plan, did you?"
"Technically I didn't, BUT I made it even better."
"You got greedy."
"I did it for us, Sharon. More investment means-"
"Don't drag my name into this. Lucky for you I managed to reason with the people you stole from."
"I didn't steal....the plan was...." You trail off, knowing that it's pointless making excuses.
"The plan was perfect until you went rogue and pissed off all the wrong people!" Sharon yells.
"Sorry." You mutter.
"I'm coming to get you and bring you back to Madripoor, you need to lay low. I promised them you'd disappear for a while."
"Fine." You sigh, grudgingly.
"I can't get a plane until the early hours so just stay put. Barnes will be guarding you."
"GUARDING me?" You splutter.
"Yes, didn't you hear what I said? You pissed off some prominent....personalities."
"Right."
"Just sit tight and try not to annoy Barnes too much."
"Promise." You sigh.
Sharon snorts in response and hangs up.
You tap on the window to indicate that the the call is over, Bucky slips back in and takes his phone.
"Everything ok?" He asks.
"Not really." You mutter, holding up your cuffed hands. "Please can you take these off? I'm obviously not going anywhere."
He eyes you suspiciously before nodding and fishing the key out of his pocket.
As he leans over to unlock you, you discreetly inhale in his scent. You've had a crush on Bucky since the first time you met him, in Madripoor. Then he'd been with Sam and the Baron, you'd only met him briefly but oh, your pulse kicked up a gear whenever he looked your way with those soulful blue eyes. You had crossed paths a couple of times since (he and Sharon seemed to be constantly doing favours for one another) and he always had the same effect on you. Sharon even teased you about it. And it might be (probably was) your imagination but you'd noticed his cheeks turn pinker when he was forced to speak to you, his eyes lingering on you when he thought you weren't looking.
"Thanks." You murmur, rubbing your wrists.
He gives you one of his soulful looks and you feel it in the pit of your tummy. "You're welcome." He says, softly.
You had actually been thrilled when he turned up at the bar, and even more thrilled when he said lowly in your ear, "You need to come with me." You had known that Sharon would send someone to get you, but it hadn't occured to you that someone would be Bucky. The struggle was mostly for show, you just enjoyed the feeling of Bucky's big, strong arms restraining you.
"You may as well get comfortable." He says, not looking up from his phone.
"I'm hungry." You say, plaintively.
"In case you haven't noticed, this isn't the kind of place that has room service."
"I saw a vending machine in reception."
Bucky sighs impatiently. "What do you want?"
"Chips and soda? Barbeque and Sprite?" You smile, hopefully.
"Fine. Don't move."
"I've got some change in my pocket." You offer, jutting your hip out at him.
His eyes flicker over you briefly. "I got it." He grumbles.
You need a moment alone to process your conversation with Sharon - you had heard her go off at people plenty of times but her vitriol had never been directed at you. It had been you and her against the world for so long, she felt like your family. She must've gotten a lot of shit from those investment assholes. Like they couldn't afford to lose a few thou, you're surprised that they even noticed.
Bucky returns with your soda and chips, chucking them unceremoniously on the bed, and some salted chips and a Coke for himself. You're fascinated, you've never seen him eat before.
"Thankyou." You say, ripping open the chips. "I'm starving."
He sits on the other bed, his legs stretched out and crossed as he looks impassively at the TV. You can't help stealing glances at him as you eat. He's wearing all black as usual, leather jacket, jeans and boots, his bionic arm concealed. Your cunt aches at the prospect of being alone with him for an entire night, you want to feel his arms around you again, his strong thighs between yours and his mouth, well, everywhere.
"Did Sharon tell you what I did?" You ask.
"I didn't ask for details. I just know that you pissed her off." He says, still looking at the TV.
"She's taking me back to Madripoor." You say quietly.
"I know. Makes sense." He shrugs.
"You and her go way back, right?"
"I've known her for a while."
"How come you and Sam are always doing her favours? You owe her or something? She doesn't like to talk about it." You probe.
"Neither do I." He says, turning his unflinching gaze on you.
You can't help but laugh. "You've got a great poker face, Barnes, I'll have to take you gambling in Madripoor, you'll make us rich."
"I'll pass." He says, crumpling his Coke can in his bionic hand.
You turn your attention to the TV - some garish game show - and feel his eyes still on you. The ache is getting worse, now you're positively throbbing with need. What the hell, you're going to Madripoor in the morning, who knows when you'll see him again? You may as well shoot your shot.
"Sharon thinks there's tension between us." You murmur casually, glancing at him.
"I won't argue with that."
"Sexual tension."
"Oh." He mutters. "You believe everything Sharon tells you?"
"She's mostly right about things."
Not entirely true. Sharon's exact words were, "If you and Barnes don't stop eye fucking each other I'm going to puke." Then she muttered something about 'steering clear of super soldiers'.
"Maybe we should do something about it, get it out of the way." You say, feeling yourself flush and keeping your eyes on the screen.
"That's not a good idea." He replies, but the tone of his voice sounds different, husky almost. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him shift on the bed.
"I've got a proposition for you." You say, finally, turning to him.
Bucky clears his throat. "If it's an investment opportunity I'm not interested."
"It's not financial, it's physical."
He sighs and looks at you.
"So, what if we kiss." You say, as lightly as you can manage.
"No." He says, flatly.
"Wait, I haven't finished. If we kiss and it's awful, then we forget about it and don't mention it ever again."
"I like the sound of that." He murmurs.
"If it's not awful well, we've got a motel room and a night to figure it out." You say softly, biting your lip.
The pause before he answers is far too long, and you're so embarrased you actually contemplate making a break for it.
"If I say yes will it shut you up?"
You laugh, relieved. "Yes, it will literally shut me up."
Bucky gets up off his bed slowly. "I'm going to regret this, I can tell."
"And I'm going into hiding, for who knows how long. It's the least you can do, Barnes." You say, your heart hammering with anticipation.
Bucky sits next to you, and your mouth starts to water just from his proximity.
"How do-"
You don't let him finish, leaning over and grabbing his jacket, pressing yourself against him and capturing his mouth with yours. It's even better than you imagined; he's slow and gentle but firm, bringing his hand up to grip the nape of your neck, a soft growl escaping from the back of his throat.
You pull away, flustered. Bucky's eyes are wide, staring at you.
You gulp. "Awful, right?"
"Just terrible." He murmurs, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.
"I guess that's it then." You shrug, looking at him through lowered lashes.
"That's it." He kisses you again, and this time it's all consuming. His lips are so soft but insistent and he licks into your mouth, making you groan into his.
You just want to climb onto him, anything to relieve the desperate ache. Bucky pulls you onto his lap with a grunt and you straddle him, your kisses growing deeper. He's so solid underneath you and you rub yourself against him, feeling the bulge grow in his jeans.
"Fuck, you're needy aren't you?" He chuckles lowly, kissing your neck.
You make a noise of agreement, slipping his jacket off his broad shoulders.
Bucky unbuttons your pants, and slides his hand into your panties.
"Is this ok?" He asks softly.
"It's all ok." You tell him and gasp as you feel his fingers opening you up, your hips jerking in response when he finds your clit. He tongues your mouth again as he plays with your pussy, slipping two fingers inside you.
You moan his name as you fuck his hand, rubbing him through his jeans and feeling the flicker of heat blooming at your core. Suddenly Bucky withdraws his hand and you stare at him as he gets up of the bed.
"Get undressed." He swallows, pulling his t-shirt off.
Quickly you strip down to your underwear and sit back on the bed, Bucky stands before you naked, beautiful, his arm gleaming in the lamplight. You can't hide your alarm when you notice he's got the cuffs in his hand again.
"What are those for?" You gulp, eyes wide.
"For when I fuck you." He says thickly. "If it's ok?"
You nod eagerly, pleasantly surprised. It was a first for you but you trusted him and well, now was a good a time as any.
Bucky gets on the bed and reaches for you, pulling you close and kissing you roughly, his hand grabbing a fistful of hair, his dog tags clinking against your chest.
"How come you still wear these?" You ask, running your fingers over the metal.
"Don't worry about it." He murmurs.
Then there was no more talking.
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The next morning you wake up, nestled into Bucky's back and feeling sore. Your pussy and your wrists had taken a pummeling the previous night, he had fucked you every way he wanted to and you had lost count of your orgasms. Quite a going away present before you were shipped away to Madripoor. You were contemplating waking Bucky to go another round when his phone vibrates on the bedside cabinet. Already awake, he reaches for it.
"Morning Sharon." He intones. "Yeah, I guessed that. No, she was fine, I made sure that she behaved. Right, ok. See you then."
You groan. "Great."
He turns over. "She just landed."
"But we have time, right?"
Bucky laughs, and gives you a genuine smile. "Time for what?"
Sitting up, you nod towards the bathroom and then touch his bionic arm. "Is this thing waterproof?"
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igirisuhito · 3 years
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Hey, I saw your linked your tumblr so I thought I might make an account and drop this message here. I hope I figured out being anonymous correctly.
I got into dr during quarantine and I sat down to read a fic for the first time in my life, which ended up to be yours. (makeup, to be exact). and what can I say? I've heard that the first fic you read will always stick with you and it's already been 3 months. how annoying, please live somewhere else other than my head!
But in all seriousness.. amazing stuff, can't wait to one day read more of your work. much love!
Hey! Yes yes you figured it all out, good job. Welcome to tungle. 
I gotta say this really is just. The kind of ask that makes me bitter that antidepressants robbed my of my ability to cry. You don’t know how much that means to me. I’ve been in quite a funk lately, feeling insecure about my writing and the content I create. But this is just so fucking lovely, your first fic? Holy shit. I remember feeling pretty shitty about that one in particular because it was kinda short and didn’t have an amazing reception.
I really am so glad it has stuck with you all this time, I had such a fun time writing it. Thankyou so much for sending this, even if you dont get around to reading more of my work this honestly has made such an impact on me
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polychromeblog · 3 years
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New Rules, Old Game
How to plan for a wedding in the 21st century.
By Lucy Dahl
via Polychrome
It doesn’t take long after you get engaged to learn that people have opinions about weddings, strong opinions. Wedding customs and traditions have built up over thousands of years and aren’t meant to guide us to being kind to one another, but sometimes it can be quite suffocating. In the early stages of planning my wedding, I got hooked on scrolling through Weddingbee forums, and truly, it waxes dramatic. Some of these people are downright venomous. In one thread, a very sweet woman asked if others thought it might be ok for her to host a pre-wedding bridal luncheon for herself in lieu of a shower since she had no family and had just moved to a new town, and the comments got nasty. I certainly did not expect to find actual cyberbullying on etiquette websites, but here we are.
Despite these deeply held convictions, the indisputable fact of the matter is that this wedding belongs to you, and you get to make the calls according to your own priorities and limitations. Here are some hard-and-fast etiquette guidelines that I think our modern society could stand to get a little flexible with:
The $$$
Money can be very touchy and can also come with a lot of strings (which some might choose to avoid). In the past, weddings were primarily paid for by the bride’s father and the rehearsal dinner would be covered by the groom’s. As people are getting married later in life, more and more couples are covering the cost of their nuptials on their own. The big thing here is to manage your expectations. My in-laws were unwilling to pay for the rehearsal dinner, and my family (who is footing much of the bill) was very mad about it. While it isn’t always possible to cover the cost of a wedding yourself (because weddings cost a lot of money), it is good to keep in mind that as our culture moves forward, so should expectations about who should pay for what.
Plus Ones
I have yet to find a wedding website that doesn’t demand that you invite every person’s significant other (or at least the extra significant ones), and some go as far as to say you have to give every single person a plus one. This is one of the rules I rail most vehemently against because it ignores a very important wedding-planning truth: guest limits. Whether it be a venue limit or budget constraints, sometimes it’s either your lifelong family friend or your spouse-to-be’s high school friend’s girlfriend that you met once and neither of you like. Of course, not inviting a guest’s SO could be interpreted as an insult, but since verbal communication very much exists and stands to be an option, I have found that most people understand exactly why you might want your high school mentor there instead of the guy your polyamorous friend has been dating for a year but you never met because you met her through her recently-former primary. This is a very big occasion in your life, and if there are stringent limits on how many folks you get to invite, it is reasonable to prioritize the people you care about most.
Shower Guests
In the same vein of people-are-capable-of-understanding-the-limitations-of-wedding-venues-and-that-they-are-not-the-center-of-the-universe, there are certainly times where it could make sense to invite someone to a wedding shower but not the wedding. Maybe you want to have a shower with your ceramics class but there are 20 of them, and your venue only seats 100. Or maybe you made a new friend between when you made your hard-and-fast guest list and when you actually got married, e.g. when your wedding got delayed a full calendar year because of COVID but only after you had sent out formal invites (am I getting too specific?). I’m not suggesting that this can never be a tactless thing to do, and I would very much recommend that you ask them to not bring a gift if you cannot invite them to the wedding, but much of the time, people understand. When you’re navigating another person’s expectations, it is always great idea to be forthright, and weddings are no exception.
'Thank You' Cards
Maybe it was my upbringing in the American Southeast, but I am a big thankyou card person. I firmly believe they are important. But I also acknowledge that you are a human being, and we live in the era of smartphones. There are lots of tidbits of advice floating around about the timing a couple should have, and some of it is outright conflicting. You have a three month deadline to send it or you shouldn’t send anything for a year? No clue. Just do it as efficiently as you can. The world has become a very exhausting and complicated place over the last year, and I think we could all have some perspective on why a person may not get to these right away. The important thing is that you express gratitude. You can do that with a phone call, a thoughtfully-written direct message on Facebook, or even (shocker) a thankyou card that came four months after the wedding. But word of caution: be thoughtful of how the method of communication will be received. Your grandmother might not be thrilled to get a thankyou text.
“Junior Bridesmaids” and Other Attendants
In 20th century white America, flower girls were not people’s grandmothers. But here and now, in the post-post-modern world, the flower girl can be whoever you damn well want it to be. Mine is my nephew, and we’re calling him a “botany boy”. You do not have to limit the ways you designate attending roles at a wedding. Do you have an 11 year old sister you want to involve but she’s too old to be a flower girl and too young to be a bridesmaid? Then involve her and call her whatever you want! In my opinion, the only limitations on age for roles played in a wedding should be the capacity to walk yourself up and down the aisle. Otherwise, get weird with it.
White Dress
While most etiquette writers have abandoned the idea that virginity is a prerequisite for wearing white by now, there are still several who seem to believe that you should only wear white for your first wedding. However, this can substantially limit your wardrobe options, not to mention it is not anybody else’s business what you wear, literally ever and doubly on your wedding day. If a white fit catches your eye, go for it! You don’t have to broadcast “subsequent wedding” if for any reason it is important to you to wear white (and liking a dress counts as important). N.B. you also can skip white for your first wedding. Do you.
Speeches
Traditionally, the bride’s father, the best man, and the groom are the ones to make formal toasts at a wedding. That is really a lot of male talking. Please feel free (more than free, actually) to include some feminine/non-binary voices in the mix. If the idea of your dad addressing your wedding guests makes you squeam, ask your mom or another relative. Or just don’t do speeches! My childhood best friend got married at 18, and for some reason having to do with her (now ex-)husband’s very bizarre life choices, her 15 year old brother was chosen as the best man. When he was invited to the stage to give the toast, he spoke at length about how uncomfortable it was to think about the groom “touching his sister and stuff.” While it was hilarious and also made my maid of honor speech sparkle by comparison, I recommend stepping outside of tradition and designating public speaking roles only to people who know what to do with them (or not having them at all).
Seating, Processions, and the Rest of the Show
There are endless lists about who should sit where and who should walk when, but like all of my advice, sometimes there are reasons you want to or have to do it differently. Some people don’t have male relatives to give them away, and the idea of asking someone else to fill in is painful. Sometimes people have a very specific reception layout because of their venue, and it cannot involve their parents sitting next to them. Sometimes people think printing a program for a wedding is stupid. But you don’t have to have a reason to do things differently. Keep the traditions that appeal to you, and ditch the ones that don’t.
As you plan your wedding and inevitably have to deal with unsolicited opinions, remember this: we have just survived an unprecedented year of civil unrest, a global pandemic, and the absolute destruction of people’s livelihoods. Now more than ever, we need to give one another room for our humanity, and that sometimes means deviating from the course of tradition.
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ladywinterwitch · 4 years
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Fine Line
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You and Bucky are in a infinite loop of discussions and stress. Mission after mission, you spend little time together, and that little is disastrous. Your friends decide that enough is enough and organize a little getaway for the two of you where you and Bucky finally have that conversation.
Warnings: angsty af, Bucky is kind of an ass at the beggining (actually both of them), self-deprecating issues, FEELS, TEARS, making out session but not actual smut
Word Count: 4520
A/n: This was supposed to be a smutty one shot with a tiny plot, but then I decided that it had potential so I expanded it instead. This is the ANGST(iest ?) and full-of-feels thing I wrote so far. Also, I listened to Fine Line by Harry Styles, so I recommend listening to it (in general, bc he’s amazing). In conclusion: This is a rollercoster y’all
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You and Bucky had reached a point where all you did was argue and being grumpy with each other for the stupidest things, and not. The subject of the discussion could’ve been a risky mission or a dirty garment out of place in your room. And when you weren’t together, you were on missions, and when you were on missions the others had to hear you two complaining about the other and then feeling guilty about it. So they, actually Natasha and Tony thought about sending you on a mini vacation, for both yourselves and the sake of the team. 
You weren’t really sure of it, mainly because leaving you assigned missions and duties to them didn’t seem fair, but the didn’t want to hear excuses and the morning after you and Bucky were already on a flight, first class, to Hawaii. Cheesy and quite overused, but Tony liked the classics. 
At first you and Bucky had been a kinda embarassing and awkward with each other. You were so used to be split up and having discussion after discussion, that it seemed almost foreign to be silent and without anything to do. 
You arrived at the hotel, strictly a five star, and you both couldn’t wait to go hide in your suite. You didn’t like those places where you could literally smell the money circling, and you knew Bucky simply didn’t enjoy people in general. It was still a bit of a problem for him. So you decided to do all the speaking, retrieving the key and listening politely to the few but useful informations about the resort that the receptionist gave you. 
Afterwards you took your baggage to your room. No, actually, it was like a mini apartament. In a very large space were a king sized bed, a couch, an extra thin and wide tv, a big bathroom in marble, and two massive window-walls that had a quite small balcony each, a table and two chairs out. 
You put the big bag on the ground and start to explore, while Bucky puts down two suitcases and just throws himself on the bed. 
-Wow, so much for a romantic escape.- you state ironically while you come back to the baggage and start to put your stuff in the wardrobe. He grunts, face pressed on the sheets. He rolls on his back, crossing his arms under his head. 
-Wasn’t my idea.- he responded calmly. You huff out a laugh, shaking your head slightly. 
-Of course not.- you remarked, slamming the, now empty, suitcase shut. He raised an eyebrow, sitting up in a sitting position. 
-What’s that supposed to mean?- he asks with a hint of bitterness in his voice. You turn around from where you were placing both of your clothes, crossing your arms under your breasts. 
-Are you serious right now, Bucky? When’s the last time you ever did something nice for me? No, not for me, for us.- you made sure to emphasize the last words. You’ve been together for a little over a year. At first he courted you, flirted constantly, made sure to make a compliment at least once a day, often he even left little gifts or organized romantic encouters for the two of you. But in the last three months, it all started to lessen, then fade and now it was like a month since you barely could stand the other’s presence. The sex disappeared too, and it was a big thing, if you said so yourself. You used to be all over each other most of the time. 
You did suffer a lot for this, but you couldn’t find the strenght to face the situation. 
-Oh, sorry if I’d been too caught up a new mission every damn week to take you out to dinner! And you know honey, it’s not like you’ve done much on your behalf either.- he got up from the bed, facing you. The room was so big that you basically were in opposite parts of the space. 
-My poor baby. Like you were the only one who had to work his ass off every single day, out of the compoud or not. And you know why? Because you can’t even fucking be nice to people. You’re not gonna get better if you don’t even try!- you exclaimed gesticulating with your hand. He looked hurt for a split moment, then his face changed again, leaving only anger. 
-Yeah, and I bet you had a lot of time to be nice around others.- his lip darted upwards in a derisive smile. 
-What’s that supposed to mean?- You frowned, crossing your arms again in an outraged manner.
-That you haven’t been touching me in months y/n! When I tried to come close to you, avoided me!- he yelled. 
-That’s why you’ve been behaving like an asshole? Because I didn’t feel like having sex? Is that all that matters to you?- you screamed in return. He laughed bitterly for a second.
-Don’t worry, if that would be all I want I would’ve found another solution.- another solution. Which actually meant ‘I could find whoever I want because I don’t need you’. You took a step back, almost like someone pushed you. You swallowed slightly, not wanting to show how much that actually hurted you. 
-Well, then I guess that’s what you should do.- his expression was a mixture of surprise, regret and sadness. -I’m going home.- you annouce, getting out of the room’s door. You don’t look back at him. 
-
You go down the stairs to the reception and straight to the receptionist to whom you talked before. He was a little surprised to see you come back so soon.
-Miss y/l/n. Is everything alright?- he asks. You have to swallow to not throw up because in fact the last thing you were was ‘fine’. 
-Yes.- you respond in a breath, -But unfortunately I had a family problem so I was wondering if you could book me a flight for New York, please? The first available.- he shook his head, starting to type of the computer.
-I’m really sorry to hear about your family, miss. But unfortunately the weather won’t be the best to fly in the next two days. Actually, a really strong wind and a rainstorm are expected to come already tonight. I’m checking just to be sure, but..-his eyes travelled on the screen in front of him while he talked. 
-No, miss, I’m afraid that today and tomorrow’s flights are being cancelled.- he responded mortified. You huffed heavily, a hand in your hair, your elbow placed on the marble counter.
That was just lucky, wasn’t it? You cursed Thor, just to be sure. 
-It’s okay. It’s not your fault, thanks anyway.- you forced out a smile, walking away.
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Bucky had a bad habit. Which was his impulsiveness, his almost automatic respose to whatever could potentially hurt him, to hurt it back. That was a consequence of all the years he had to endure under Hydra’s control, the pain, the torture, the control. But unfortunately that affected his everyday life. Sometimes he says things that he doesn’t mean, but that are specifically intended to hurt people, that’s  an autodefense mechanism that he can’t really control, that’s why he hates it. So much. It makes him feel like when he was the winter soldier all over again, controlled, caged. 
He knew that he screwed up the moment he said those words. He couldn’t imagine what must’ve been like for you to hear that phrase coming from the person that you loved. Rejection, mockery even. He was feeling like shit. 
He was so shocked at your last words that he didn’t move from his spot near the bed for a few minutes, his mind screaming accusations and awful things to himself for what he did. 
As soon as he came to himself again he exited the room and started to look for you. He looked in the hall, the restaurant, the open bar, the outer pool, the inner pool. Nothing. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. Did you really went home without him and your stuff? Did you go away by car? Were you at the airport already? 
He was starting to panic, not because he was worried about your wellbeing. Hell, you were one of the most indipendent and most prepared spies he’d ever met. What he couldn’t take anymore was the guilt. He had the necessity to tell you he was sorry, that he didn’t mean what he said, that not in a million worlds he would choose someone else. 
He was in the middle of the lobby near the exit for the pool, when all of a sudden people started to run back inside. He frowned and glanced out the window wall, finding out that it had just started to rain profusely. Well, at least now he knew that you weren’t in the gigantic garden, nor at the beach. 
He gave up and tried to ask to the reception. He walked near the counter, to the man that gave you instructions earlier that morning. He would’ve remembered your face. He cleared his throat, terribly awkward.
-Uhm. Hello, I wanted to ask if you saw my girlfriend in the last hour?- he cringed for how his voice must’ve sounded like. The man smiled politely and nodded.
-Actually yes, mr. She was here about thirty minutes ago. She asked if she could book a flight, but unfortunately I had to inform her that the Maui airprt is closed due to risky weather.- he felt a knot in his stomach. She was really going to leave him. He swallowed, nodding on his own. 
-I see. Thankyou.- Bucky walked away, towards the elevators. He couldn’t blame you for wanting to leave him. He was fucked up form head to toe. His mind...his body. He knew damn well he didn’t deserve you. 
He decided to return to your room, not really knowing what to do. Now he was sure that you couldn’t have left with an airplane, so you must’ve been hiding somewhere. So he sat on the couch, waiting.
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You wanted to say that you needed a distraction. Because that’s actually true. But all you did instead was to go to the bar, order the strongest drink on the menu and swallow three of them one right after the other. The bartender gave you a side eye, probably thinking that your behaviour didn’t really match your long feminine floral sundress, but you couldn’t care less. Tired of feeling watched by every single one of this rich douches, you decided to get up and go to the roof terrace. You had learned to have a quite high alchol resistance, so if it weren’t for the light dizziness you could’ve almost forgot about the drinks. 
You took the elevator and pushed the button to the last floor, exiting less than a minute later. The sky was not the best, quite grey and with just the tiniest bit of sun that gives the courage to people to step into the water. Just a few people were there, and mostly by themselves reading something or chatting quietly. You spotted an empty couch under one of the gazebos, just next to a beautifully bloomed appletree. You let you yourself fall onto the soft cushions and without even realizing it, you fell asleep. 
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-Miss.- a female voice called, waking you up -Miss, I’m sorry to disturb you, but it’s raining and a storm is coming, you have to go inside.- it was a young girl, her white suit and tag name telling you that she’s a hotel employee. You blink a few time waking yourself up completely. 
-Yes, thankyou.- she nods and goes running towards the elevator, an umbrella on her hand. You get up from the couch, thanking whoever God above that you had just the tiniest pain in your head, and not a full-on drunk headache. It was probably thanks to the sleep. How much did I sleep? you wonder while you walk quickly to the elvator, the pouring rain getting your whole body wet. 
Finally the doors opened and you pushed the button to your room’s floor, getting out just a few moments later. You started to shiver slightly. You were soaked from head to toe, wearing just your underwear and a very light sundress, and the hotel had a way too high air conditioning.
-Fucking amazing, a pneumonia would really be the cherry on top, wouldn’t it?- you mutter to yourself pulling out the room’s card, opening the door. 
You entered and saw that Bucky was sitting on the chair near the little round table that was placed in a corner of the room. He was sleeping with his arms crossed, his head bending forward. You sighed tiredly, closing the door behind you, trying not to make noise. Then you took off your nikes, placing them under the long radiator in the bathroom. 
You came back into the bedroom to take dry clothes, but you stopped, looking to the man asleep. You huffed softly, walking to him. You leaned forward raising a hand and placing it on his cheek, his stubble tickling your palm. 
-Buck.- you called quietly enough to not startle him awake. - Wake up, your neck will hurt like hell later.- his chest grumbled softly and then his eyes opened wide for a second. Your hand had dropped before he did, and you were back on your way to the wardrobe. 
-Y/n, baby, I searched for you earlier.. W-why are you completely wet?- he stood up quickly, the sleep gone as soon as he saw her. He groaned, reaching to touch the back of his neck to massage it. 
-Look for yourself.- you answered, closing the bathroom’s door behind you. You felt almost sick. You were feeling both the urge to slap him and kiss him at once. He searched for you? He called you baby, after what he said? Did he mean it? Knowing him probably not, but that shit hurted anyway. You tried to sent those thoughts away, at least to try and relax for some time in the bathtub that was filling itsef with boiling water. You stripped naked, tossing the drenched dress, bra and panties to the side. 
You stepped into the tub and lowered yourself in the hot water, letting out a satisfied moan. 
-
Bucky had waited for you for hours. Walking up and down the room, moving from the bed, to the couch, to the chair. He didnt’t even know how or when did he fall asleep. 
And now he was again waiting. In the meantime he decided to change himself with more comfortable and warm clothes. He put on some dark grey sweatpants, a sleeveless white tee and above it a burgundy hoodie. 
He closed the curtains, tidied up the remaining clothes in the wardrobe and the drawers, closed the empy suitcases and put them in a corner of the room. He looked around, trying to find something, anything else to do to keep him occupied while he waited. Then it hit him. He took the phone receiver and digited the number for the room service. He shoot a quick look at the alarm on the night stand: 6.30 pm. They hadn’t eated anything since they arrived at 10 am. 
The phone rang twice and then a woman picked up.
-Room service, good afternoon.- he cleared his throat.
-Yeah, good..afternoon. I wanted to order dinner if that’s possible?- he didn’t know why it was so hard for him to just be normal, for God’s sake. 
-Absolutely, sir. The menu is in the top drawer.- he froze for a second, realizing that he didn’t even took a look. He opened the drawer and picked up the plastic wrapped paper. He read quickly through it then ordered a few things just to be sure. And because he was hungry as fuck and he eated for three. Tony paid, so it was fine. The lady asked for the room’s number and then said that the food would’ve been up in thirty minutes maximum. He thanked her and hang up.
Just a few seconds later the hair blower noise stopped and you stepped out of the bathroom. You had put on a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that was actually his. His heart clenched a bit at that. 
-Hey.- he croacked out. He was so nervous. And the fact that she looked so beautiful, her hair loose, shiny and so soft-looking, her cheeks flushed pink for the heat, her plump lips pouting slightly, didn’t help his heart rate.
-Hey.- you responded softly, starting to rub your arms up and down. Not for the cold, obviously, but in a nervous manner. He munched on his lower lip before sitting back on the edge of the bed.
-Can we talk? Calmly this time.- he questioned. She nodded, joining him but still sitting a little distant. There was a moment of silence that Bucky broke.
-Okay, please, I..I need to- he struggled to talk, and it hurted you phisically to see him like that. The only other situations where you saw him this nervous about something were after his nightmares. 
You got closer and took his face in your hands, making him look at you.
-Bucky. Honey, it’s okay. Deep breaths. Yeah, like that, in and out.- your voice reassuring, but it shocked you when he stood up, taking a few steps back from you. Your mouth agape and your troath was starting to burn slightly. 
-No, no, y/n. It’s not okay.- he huffed out -I said things today...that I didn’t mean. It’s not true that I would go and find someone else, not only because I’m a fucking disaster with people but also because I would never, ever, in a million years replace you. In any way, with anyone. You know why?- he sniffed licking his lips to try not to cry. You weren’t in a much better situation, but you understood that he needed to let it out, so you remained still to listen.
-Because I love you, y/n. I love your wonderful smile, your bright eyes, your peachy scented hair, your skin, that has been through battles but remains soft nonetheless. Just like you. Yeah, because you may be one of the most badass women I’ve ever met, a perfect spy, a master in your job...but you also manage to stay human, true to yourself and in what you believe in. You are my sun and stars. Often the only thing that keeps me from going mad.- he lowered his head, breathing heavily -So, no. You’re not an option. You are my first and last, and the only one I need. The only one I’ll ever choose.- a small smile appeared on your face while silent tears ran down your cheeks. 
There was a moment of silence, and when you had finally decided to got to him and tell him how much he was important for you too, he resumed talking, cutting off your actions at the start.
-You’re all those things and more. And that’s exactly why I understand your decision to leave me.- you frowned, he continued -You don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve to be with someone who’s damaged, body and soul.- the disgust that his voice expressed broke your heart. How could he think something like that? Then you realized that you knew why. You did, even if it was hard to accept that it was in part your fault. For all the times you’ve held him to you, telling him that it was not his fault, that he’s a good man, that he deserves to be loved....just one stupid time broke that fragile wall that you’ve come to create in your time together. 
You rose from the bed, not being able to listen anymore because it was phisically hurting you to see him suffer like that. 
-Bucky.- you called him then cleared your troath the best you could manage. He looked up at you, his cerulean eyes were shiny and now seemed almost transparent with the tears. You walked to him and circled your arms around his shoulders, pushing him flush against you. He let himself go, starting to sob while you scratched the hair at the nape of his neck lightly with your fingertips, the other hand on his upper back rubbing up and down. You bit your lip to stop your quivering lips  while you tried to talk. 
-Bucky, I’m the one who has to ask for forgiveness. I just now realize what my words must’ve meant to you. You probably felt betrayed, humiliated, wrong, and fuck I’m so, so sorry baby...so sorry.- you cried and he tried to separate himself from you, but you held him right there and he remained still, understanding. You wouldn’t have been able to finish if you looked at his face. 
-I want you to know that it’s not true, okay? What I said. You are trying, and I can see that. We all can, I promise you. You just need more time, but we will get through this together and it’ll be okay, alright? I’ll always be with you when you need me. I don’t have excuses for saying that apart from the fact that I was tired and that the last two months have been hell. For both of us. That’s why I’m not angry at you for what you said. I understand the circumstances, and that you really didn’t mean it. Bucky I know how much you love me, and I want you to know that I love you too. So goddamn much that it destroys me to see you like this. You don’t deserve this. You know all those times, after you had a nightmare, or you felt insicure about something..all those times I told you that you deserve to be loved, that you’re a good man and trying your best?- you felt him nod a little on your shoulder, and you smiled nodding on your own.
-I really thought that. And I still do. I’ll never change my mind. So, you’re the one that should be angry, not me. But remeber that I’ll always love you and nothing’s gonna take me away from you. That’s not something you have to worry about.- suddenly he backed away from your shoulder, colliding his lips with yours in a kiss. 
You both seemed to forget the detail that you were having a kinda complicated conversation, because the kiss deepened and you started by taking off his hoodie, he then he slipped your sweatshirt above your head, leaving you just with a white tank top that left little to nothing to the imagination and he groaned, attacking your neck with wet kisses and bites. You gasped and reached to push down his sweatpants, but the doorbell rang interrupting the two of you. You looked at each other and quickly tried to recompose yourselves. You tries to brush your hair with your fingers and wiped away the tears with your palms while he did the same, passing to you his hoodie that was quicker to put on. 
-Thanks.- you said while he went to open the door. A hotel emplyee had brought a cart with several covered plates of food. He widened his eys a bit when he saw the couple. 
-Room service. I believe that you called earlier, sir?- Bucky rose a hand then letting it fall quickly as a confirmation.
-Yeah, I did. Thanks very much. The drinks are in th mini bar, right?- he asked. The employee nodded.
-Exactly, sir. May I enter the room? Unfortunately I can’t leave the cart here, so I’ll have to place the plates inside.- you cleared your troath.
-Yes, sure.- you gave permission and with your spy skills you picked up your discarded sweater from the floor before he could see it. Bucky stepped aside, letting the man in. He pushed the cart inside and started to place the plates onto the coffe tabl in front of the couch. You had your arms crossed while you waited.
You moved your gaze and met Bucky’s one. He was leaning against the wall nearby, mirroring your position, and he was looking at you with the slightest smirk, a look in his eyes that made you blush. You were an adult, vaccinated, professional spy, and a man was making you blush like you were a fifteen year old girl. Unbelivable, you scolded yourself mentally. 
You had to do something to distract yourself or you would’ve probably melted on the spot, so you went near the employee and started to help him. Bucky really did the most with Tony’s credit card uh?, you thought.
-Let me help you.- the man started to say that it wasn’t necesary, but you shut him up saying that you didn’t mind.Two plats later you finished arranging everything and he wished you a good evening and dinner.
-Tony’s gonna be real happy I bet.- you chuckled and your boyfriend walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle, his chin resting you your shoulder.
-Can we finish our conversation? I just want to be okay with everything, that’s all.- he asked softy, calmly. You sighed and turned to face him, his arms still holding your figure.
-What you said...I won’t deny that it’s true, it hurted. Just like I hurt you. I think that was the main purpose, for how awful that sounds. We weren’t in the right state of mind to have a decent conversation, like we are now, and that’s okay. You forgave me and I forgive you. I don’t doubt that you mean it when you say all those sweet things- he nuzzled your nose with his making you smile while he mirrored your expression before going serious again -Because I trust you. With my life.  I don’t know if I deserve it, but. - you tried to intervene, but he shut you up with a quick peck on the lips. 
-Please, let me finish. The point is, I don’t want something like this to happen ever again. I don’t want to have periods where we don’t talk or when we do we tear each other apart, because then bullshit like this would exit our mouths even if we don’t mean it. I think, if you agree, that we should put this behind our backs, and instead promise each other to talk when we feel the urge to. What d’ya think?- your eyes were fond while you smile at him, your hand on his cheek, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb.
-I think that’s perfect.- a sweet kiss, then you separated from him going towards the minibar.
-Now,- he smirked watching you -How about we celebrate?- you bend down to take a bottle of, you were sure of it, very expensive red wine and turning back to him.
-I say that I want to eat that food before I eat you.- his strong hands landing on your hips to drag you flush against him, a sly smile half hidden by his teeth tugging at his bottom lip. You laughed, still holding the bottle.
-Well, then let’s eat, because I’ll need all the strenght I can get to love you properly later.- 
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Hi again. This got LONG. Also, tell me if it’s shit, I promise I’ll never write something like this again in that case lol
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jovialyouthmusic · 5 years
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A Royal Romance Au Fanfic
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What would it be like if Princess Charlotte of Cordonia had to marry Anton Severus ?
A/N I rarely write sad pieces - but I promise this has a happy ending. I wrote it some months ago but I don’t seem to have it on my masterlist. I post it as part of TBT
WARNINGS - Very bleak, Noncon, depression, thoughts of suicide, major character death. Please read with caution. No under 18s
All we do is hide away, all we do is, all we do is chase the day,
All we do is lie and wait, all we do is, all we do is feel the fade
I’ve been upside down, I don’t wanna be the right way round – can’t find paradise on the ground
All we do is hide away, all we do is, all we do is chase the day,
All we do is play it safe, all we do is, all we do is live inside a cage
I’ve been upside down, I don’t wanna be the right way round – can’t find paradise on the ground
All we do is hide away, all we do is, all we do is chase the day,
All I did was fail today
All I wanna be is whites in waves…
All We Do - Oh Wonder  
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTUdw2ja0MY
 Charlotte walked down the aisle, the ivory lace clinging to her arms and across her chest, the neckline below her collarbone but feeling as if it might choke her, the dress heavy as lead. She moved slowly, her paces even, a hollow smile plastered to her face, tears starting to prick her eyes… tears of joy, the people watching would say – those who knew no better.
The people of Cordonia, still in mourning for their King, needed this wedding to lift their spirits, mere weeks after his death by an assassin’s bullet. The Princess - or Queen as she immediately became – had to announce Anton as her chosen consort, to quell the unrest that had inspired the uprising. An alliance between the houses of Rys and Severus would bring peace. And here she was, walking down the aisle on Maxwell Beaumont’s arm. She dared not look toward the pew where Drake stood, his face pale and drawn. Only hours ago they had been in each other’s arms, unknown to Anton, making use of the secret passages through the Palace to finally consummate their love.
Drake had promised months before that no matter who she chose as Consort, he would be her first. For years they had met in secret, brought each other release and bliss and comfort, never taking that last step so that the night before her wedding, Charlotte was a virgin. Their final union had been bittersweet, the final piece to the jigsaw puzzle that was them.
Now she remembered every touch, every caress, every shift of her body, the texture of his skin, the scent of his body. They rose and fell and surged around and over and under each other. He pierced her tenderly, waiting until the sharp pain eased, then all had been bliss, and they could not get enough of each other. They already knew how to please the other, but this had added an extra dimension that made it so complete.
All too soon the dawn came, and they had not slept, and she had to go. The final embrace, the tears, the pain of parting to give herself to another man who could never love her like Drake did, could never know. The memory of that night would have to sustain her for what was to come.
Maxwell squeezed her arm as he let her go at the altar to hand her over to Anton, who smiled triumphantly. Suddenly she was outside her body watching it all, like her body was a hollow puppet. Drake had her heart, her mind, her soul and it was only the empty husk that she gave to Anton. She heard herself saying her vows, prayed that none would object, felt Drake’s pain as Anton placed the ring on her finger and claimed her with his cold lips. Her body walked back down the aisle on his arm, went out to wave at the crowds, got into the limo with him.
She snapped back into reality as he smirked at her, cold blue eyes boring into her.
‘You’re mine now Charlotte. I won’t tolerate you seeing anyone else, do you understand?’ she nodded, her stomach twisted with fear ‘I’ll kill anyone who so much as touches you – and you know I carry out my threats, don’t you?’
‘Yes Anton’ she heard herself say, starting to slip back out of her body.
‘Now smile and show everyone how happy you are’ he said as she floated away. She watched herself at the reception, smiling, moving around amongst the guests, automatic words spilling from her lips
‘Thankyou – you’re very kind – yes the weather was just right – I hope so – perhaps’ At last she was seated for the banquet, endured the speeches, ate sparingly, sipped the champagne. She stood with Anton to cut the cake, they took to the dancefloor, and again she circulated. All the time she knew exactly where Drake was, he was like the North of her compass, keeping her grounded. Be brave my sweet Princess, we’ll find a way. Hana will be there, you can tell her anything. We’ll be working to find a way out. Trust me my darling, I promise we’ll be together again.
His words were a silver thread that kept her from running to the roof of the palace and throwing herself off. She floated behind her body as Anton led her to the Royal Suite, to the bed they were to share. She saw him unzip her dress, she fought to stay out of her body as his lips on the nape of her neck threatened to ground her. Like that hollow puppet she took the rest of her clothes off as he watched, his eyes burning her skin, as he took off his tie, his shirt, unbuckled his trousers, let them fall. She tried not to see his naked body as he advanced on her.
Under other circumstance it might have been good – he was good looking, charming, intelligent. But she knew his heart was black, that he only wanted her for the power he would gain, to gain an heir to his dynasty, to blot out her own family. He had plotted and subverted and killed to get her, and her own father was dead, though given time he would have died anyway from the disease that ate away at him.
The sheer physicality of his lovemaking snapped her back into her body, and she felt everything. She hoped against hope that he didn’t realise he wasn’t the first – she had washed herself thoroughly so Drake’s scent was gone, douched so that she was clean inside and out, but she had waited as long as she could, in the hope that… she dared not think why she left that till last. She lay unmoving under Anton and thought of Drake, but he was nothing like him, she could not pretend it was him. He had been tender at first, then rough as she didn’t respond to him. She blotted out the things he did to her – to her body, and finally found out how to switch off, to float above herself but not watch what was happening, though she could still hear everything.
Thankfully, once she missed her period Anton stopped coming to her bed and left her alone at night. There was the thread of hope, the one thing she dared not think in case her thoughts leaked out and he found out. Hana was there, as Drake had promised, and she kept Anton happy, took him to her bed to keep him from Charlotte, playing the wicked Mistress, pretending to Anton that Charlotte didn’t know but meeting her in secret, keeping her updated with plans for her escape. Drake had vanished from court, at which point she had cried secret bitter tears even though she knew he was safer away from her.
Charlotte continued to float behind her body, the silver thread keeping her there until the day she felt that fluttering in her stomach, felt the little being telling her it was there. She hoped against hope that it was what she wanted, telling Anton he was to be a father whilst hoping she was wrong. She cherished it, cherished her body, watched it bloom and blossom, and met with Hana. She spoke to the little life inside her belly, telling it she would love it no matter what – and hoped against hope.
 Drake stepped out of the shadows and Hana hurried to meet him
‘We have to do it soon’ she said ‘He wants his heir, and once he’s got that, he won’t need Charlotte any more.  We have to get her away before she goes into labour’ Drake’s face went white
‘Tell me what to do’
 Hana’s phone dinged with an incoming message. It was Charlotte, and it was just two words
It’s time.
Quickly she gathered the bag she kept waiting by the door and slung it into the back of her jeep, pausing only to send one text – this time one word
Now
Bastien was the recipient, and he passed it on to those who needed to know. He entered the secret passage that lead to Charlotte’s room and helped her out to the SUV. At the same time, another identical vehicle left and made its way to the hospital, while Bastien peeled away toward the border with Monaco.
At the hospital in the Cordonian capital, a woman got out of the SUV, her bulky pregnant form obvious, a blanket over her head to avoid the prying lenses of the press. She entered the private wing set aside for VIPs and the Press waited outside. It was only a short time before Anton arrived in the limo, followed by Hana, grinning triumphantly for the cameras. He disappeared into the maternity suite.
Olivia sat waiting for him, the bed empty. He ground to a halt and heard the door close behind him, aware that Hana stood behind him.
‘What’s going on? Where’s Charlotte? Where’s my wife?’ Olivia stood, looking at her watch
‘She’s a long way away Anton. She’s finally free of you’ Anton’s face fell
‘Free? What do you mean? I saw on the press reports, she came here’ Olivia shook her head
‘A decoy’ she said ‘You’ll never hurt her again. You die here, Anton’ He lunged at her, but she was ready. With one smooth move she stooped to pull a stiletto knife from her boot, stepped forward and plunged it into his side, under his ribs. He grunted with surprise as she shifted, pulling him back and holding him with the blade across his throat. Hana stepped forward
‘Drake was with her the night before the wedding’ she said ‘If the baby is yours, your line will survive. If not, it dies with you’ She nodded to Olivia and she drew the blade across his throat as surprise and rage crossed his face.
‘I’ll be happy to spend time in prison for your murder’ Olivia whispered ‘if they catch me’ She let his body drop to the ground, his lips working but no sound coming from his mouth, blood pooling on the tiled floor. She and Hana waited for the blood to stop flowing, watched him die, the light fading from his eyes. Swiftly they left the room and out of a back entrance to a waiting car that sped away into the night. The citizens of Cordonia would welcome his death, only finding out his ruthlessness and disregard for the common folk after his elevation to Consort.
 ‘Bastien, you have to stop’ Charlotte cried, agony gripping her insides
‘We’re nearly there, your highness’
‘The baby doesn’t know that, it’s coming now’ Bastien stopped the car, punched a number into his mobile phone, gave curt details.
‘They’re coming to us your Majesty’ he said, climbing into the back with her, fumbling for the bag at her feet. She cried out in pain, and he waited for the spasm to die down ‘You’re fine Charlotte - breathe, everything is fine.’ He looked at her ‘Not my first emergency birth’ he lied, not telling her it had been a foal.
 Drake stood on the prow of the Royal Yacht waiting for the little tender to leave the shore.  There were no details, he knew Bastien was there, but could only hope she was with him. He watched it approach, straining his eyes for the first glimpse of her. At last he saw two figures, one unmistakably hers, and the boat grow nearer and nearer. At last it was by the side of the boat and he was helping her to climb the ladder up the side of the hull. The first touch of her fingers burned him, an electric tingle almost breaking his grip, then she was in his arms and he rained kisses on her – on her face, her lips, her neck as she cried tears of happiness and clung to him as if she would never let go.
‘Drake, Drake’ she wept
‘My sweet, sweet Princess – my Queen’ he said hoarsely, burying his face in her shoulder and holding her tighter. He was aware of Bastien behind her, looming into sight, holding a tiny bundle, the only thing that would allow him to let her go.
She turned to Bastien, face stained with tears but radiant with happiness.
‘Is it – is he – is she…’ he couldn’t form his words as she gently took the bundle from the smiling guard. She pulled back the blanket to reveal the perfect little face, a shock of dark hair and deep chocolate brown eyes, little hands like starfish.
‘Drake, you have another Princess to look after’ she said softly ‘Meet your daughter’.
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gg-astrology · 5 years
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Hi!! I can't get over your blog and the way you describe the placements, it's so wonderful and detailed! it makes it all so much more interesting and easy to understand and different from most of the things i've seen around. i'm just curious on what you think about sagittarius sun/moon in 12th house while having a capricorn stellium in the first? (mercury, jupiter, neptune). if you happen to reply, thankyou! 🙌🙌
Hey there!! 💕💕💕💕 Aaaaaah thank u so much sdjnskjn 💕💕💕 that’s too much im soft 💕💕💕If you’re into healing/spiritual stuff but can’t talk about it much, or explore other realms of it without feeling like you’re judged (by others or just... maybe the environment/people around you aren’t ‘used’ to that side of you) then perhaps consider-- reaching out to people who are supportive and is willing to listen to you talk about them?? 💕💕
There’s a duality to it, like first we have that Capricorn in 1st (mercury/jupiter/neptune) that has a solid base. A solid image of who you are (to others) and what people see from you, what people expect. It correlates with how your friends/strangers/people know (intuitively learn) how to interact with you, and at some point it’s pretty freaking nice. 
But your Sun/Moon here is in 12th, there’s a side to you that may want to explore/is maybe more hesitant in  ‘cracking the base’ you have (1st)? In a way it’s like an image change and you may be a little wary of that--- what does that mean? what about the reception? what if you lose friends? etc. etc. 
Don’t be afraid to find more people, or open up to someone who may be more receptive to other interests you may have/different kind of interaction in order to grow more confident in yourself/your interests. It’s all about finding that footing in how you transform/grow and find different interests. You’re a sag, so let your sag run in the green plains (explore your interest) and at the same time, You have plenty of Capricorn so don’t be afraid to use your Sag in building connections (reaching out to others) so that a solid base/more confidence can be built there as well (transformation) 💕
It’s the idea that you are constantly growing and learning, but in order to ‘secure’ your interests and manifest something out of that you have to build confidence and see it manifest through your relationships (make it easier on you) too. 💕If you are afraid of ‘breaking’ a certain image or assumptions people may have of you (because you feel comfortable in them) then try breaching a subject, accepting parts of yourself. And learning to grow more self-validation through personal acceptance of your own transformation as well 💕
I hope this helps? 💕 It’s a minor thing but maybe it’s useful for something. 💕 Anyways I hope this is good! 💕Good luck!!💕 
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jessystardust · 6 years
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Margate forever
This is my write-up of my visit to Margate, including Wheels & Fins and meeting Carl. It’s pretty long but I wanna recount all of it. So if you’re sick of hearing about it, feel free to skip! If not, read on... (small trigger warning for mentions of anxiety and depression)
I arrived in Margate at about 14:30 on Saturday the 8th of September, having been travelling for the past fortnight. I wasn’t feeling too great as I arrived, but that mood began to lift as soon as I stepped out of the train station. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a Northern girl or if I’ve just been largely misinformed, but I always thought Margate wasn’t a nice place. Anyway, that is so not true! It’s a lovely, fun, and really quite beautiful seaside town, and I honestly felt taken with it as soon as I arrived.
I walked from the train station to the Smiths Court Hotel, looking out over the beach as I did so, dragging my bursting suitcase and feeling so much better. It was about a twenty minute walk, and before I knew it I was at the hotel, just three hotels down from the Albion Rooms. The Albion Rooms stuck out like a sore thumb nestled in the row of other tall, slim hotels, and as I arrived the finishing touches were being made to the gold paint on the outside of the building. I had a quick glance, then headed to my hotel.
A little while later I met @suchasinistergame and @missoneminute in their hotel room. It’s always a joy to see @suchasinistergame, and it was so exciting to meet @missoneminute for the first time ever. I immediately felt so happy to be there with them, and I had this feeling like something amazing was going to happen, but I almost wouldn’t let myself believe it.
We met up with @getaddictet and Charlie who just generally make my life brighter, and we hung around outside the Albion Rooms for a little while. Nothing was really happening, so we all kind of did our own thing, I spent some time with everyone, and ended up diving headfirst in to a Chinese takeaway at 21:30, before heading to bed. We were all just desperate for the next day to arrive I think.
The next day, aka the best day of my life, started out a bit weird. We had a plan in place and that plan disappeared pretty quickly, haha! I originally wanted to get to the festival when it opened at 12:00, and everyone kind of had different plans, but of course we all ended up outside the Albion Rooms. We saw John, and he’s so lovely. He chatted to everyone and went off to get some food. Then Peter came out, and the atmosphere was so electric, everyone was so excited. He said hi to everyone, and I kind of mumbled hello to him (you know I’m a Carl girl right but... damn, Peter is attractive in real life), and got to see @missoneminute and @suchasinistergame give him presents, which honestly was enough for me, it was a great moment. I also got to meet the lovely @exarcadiaelux around this time too!
Oh, and then he was talking to some other fans, and he took two of them in to the Albion Rooms, because one of them had a Libertines t-shirt on and he apparently had never seen the design before or something? And he wanted to adjust her t-shirt for some reason, so he took them both inside, and about half an hour later she emerged wearing a totally different shirt. So weird, but classic Peter.
Anyway, we finally got to the festival at around 14:30. I got a wrist scarf (which I was unnecessarily excited about) and then we went to the barrier, where we stayed for the next six hours. Totally, definitely, unbelievably worth it. We saw John Power, Mic Righteous, Cabbage, Reverend & the Makers, Echo & the Bunnymen, and then at 20:20 we finally got to see The Libertines. And what a show it was.
I’ll be honest, due to the events that happened afterwards, I feel like the gig was a (wonderful, exciting, amazing) blur. But what I do remember is going fucking crazy and being so, so happy. I just completely let myself go; I screamed out the lyrics, I danced and flailed about because that’s how they make me feel, and it was the best (well... second best) feeling ever. 
They were on top form, the gig was just amazing, and the banter and atmosphere was fantastic. There was a wonderful energy. The songs that stick out to me were Heart of the Matter, Gunga Din, and What Became of the Likely Likes. But the final song, I Get Along, absolutely blew me away. I was buzzing, it was the most wonderful experience.
After the gig, I managed to grab a setlist, which was great for me because I’ve never managed to get one before. I was so happy it was for this gig! And then I met the lovely @orchidsonthewindowsill, and we all headed off back to the hotel.
I think @getaddictet and I were the last ones to find out what was happening, but basically, we happened to be staying at the same (beautiful) hotel where the VIP party was. I think our minds actually exploded when we found out. I can’t even put in to words how shocked, excited, anxious, and downright gobsmacked i was. Stuff like this does not happen to me! We agreed to meet everyone downstairs, and we were so excited (and I desperately needed a drink to calm my nerves) that the two of us rushed down as soon as we could. And of course, as we ran down the stairs and arrived at the hotel reception, Carl was stood there, drinking champagne from the bottle.
So basically, I died. I was fucking scared man. But I kept thinking “be cool, be cool”, because this opportunity was too good to give up. I could lie and pretend it wasn't a big deal but it fucking was. So @getaddictet went straight to Carl and talked to him - he recognised her immediately. I’ll let her tell her experience herself though, and I’ll just say what I remember. I was anxious and shy especially because @getaddictet and Carl were already talking. But somehow I found the courage, and I just sort of joined in their conversation, instead of standing there like a loser.
Carl finally looked at me, and said, “oh sorry, hi I’m Carl” and I said “hiya, I’m Jess”. We said how much we had enjoyed the gig, and he said that he had seen us down at the front, and he said he knew we’d been there for ages, and then he said that he really loved to see fans going crazy like we had been because it made them feel encouraged and he liked to see fans having fun. I said something like, “oh my god did you really notice us at the front?” and he said yeah and then he said, “wait, you’re not from down here? Are you from Hull?” and I laughed and said, “No, i’m from Sheffield,” and he said, “Oh right, Sheff!” and he tried to say “sort thissen aht” (”sort yourself out”) which he absolutely couldn’t do hahaha.
I don’t remember what we talked about next but basically there was a bit of a lull in the conversation, and I realised this was my chance to finally say what I had always wanted to say to him. So I kind of put my hand on his arm (happy sigh), and I said it. @getaddictet kindly stepped aside and gave us space to have a bit of a moment.
I said, “I just wanted to tell you that I haven’t been a fan for very long, but you have really, really helped me to change my life around. I was suffering with depression and I was very unhappy and after discovering your music, my life has gotten so much better and I’m so much happier. So thankyou.”
He looked so genuinely touched and he said, “that’s such a nice thing to say, thankyou. And you’re all good now with everything right?” and before I could answer he said, “aw, I know it’s not that simple with these things”, and he leaned in to me, kind of half hugged me and kissed me on the cheek (dead for the second time). I was so overwhelmed and so touched by his reaction. I don’t even remember what I said in response.
I really know that other people have had longer, more in depth encounters with him, but to me this was just... it was everything. He probably doesn’t even remember it because he was pretty drunk and he meets so many fans. It doesn’t matter. The fact is, I got up the courage to speak to him, and to tell him about my depression, and I got a picture with him! I hated it at first cause I look like a gorm but I decided that I love it instead because I look so happy on it. (One of my best friends literally said, “I have never seen you smile like that in twelve years.)
I also managed to grab Jon McClure, lead singer of Sheffield band Reverend and the Makers, and we had a really fun exchange. I said “I’m from Sheffield!” and he gave me a massive hug (he’s like 9ft tall I swear man) and asked if I’m an Owl or a Blade (if I support Sheffield Wednesday or Sheffield United) and was pleased when I said I’m an Owl (I don’t really give a shit but my family are Owls so whatever). I also said that I’m from Hillsborough and that I loved their gig at Tramlines. Jon was lovely and a typical Yorkshire bloke. I asked for a photo, and he said he’d grab me after he went for a fag. True to his word, he found me later and we had a picture together. (Needless to say, most of my friends and family are more impressed about me meeting Jon than meeting Carl haha.)
I had literally only eaten cold chips for the past 24 hours so everyone kindly accompanied me round Margate trying to find a takeaway that was open. We didn’t succeed, but we did see Peter on his swegway gliding past the Albion Rooms, and I was finally drunk enough to say hello to him, but he went back inside pretty quickly and we didn’t talk to him properly.
We got to bed at about 3:30am and I got up at 6:50am to travel back to Sheffield (rock n roll, innit) and when I was stood outside the hotel at 7:30am, I was just getting in to the taxi when I heard someone say “hi”. I turned around and Jack Jones of Trampolene was stood in the doorway, dressed in a lovely blue suit and swigging a can of lager. I was slightly mortified because I looked grotty as fuck with my hair tied back and my bent glasses on, but I was so happy I just called out, “hiya!”. He came over and asked if I was okay. I said I was buzzing and he laughed. He said he was staying at Peter’s for a bit and that he hoped I’d had a great night. I said I was honestly so happy, and it had been the best time ever, and he said that was cute. Then I asked if he remembered me from Sheffield (I went to their gig at the end of April and met Jack there very briefly) and he was like, “Psht, of course! That’s why I said hello” which made me so happy, and he gave me a huge bear hug and wished me a safe journey home.
So that was Margate. Wonderful, exciting, anything-can-happen Margate. To say I’m happy is an understatement. I feel like I have a new lease of life. I was anxious and nervous about all of this and it turned out brilliantly. I know I’ll be smiling for days if not weeks. I get that some people do stuff like this all the time and it’s not a big deal to them, but it meant the world to me.
Big love to @getaddictet @suchasinistergame @missoneminute @exarcadiaelux @orchidsonthewindowsill and Charlie for sharing the experience, what a gang. x
(I also just want to say, in case anyone is offended or really cares, I’ve never been diagnosed with depression or anxiety, but I’ve suffered from both on and off for the past few years. I understand people have had worse experiences than I have but I have struggled in the past.)
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k-p-p-d · 6 years
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Hey I just wanted to let y’all know that I loved the Hyunwoo (shownu) fic you recently posted and I felt that it was really well done. Shownu is one of my top three biases so it was nice to see something so well written for him. Especially since it was a smut and I don’t see many of those done well. Anyway, keep up the good work and I love y’alls blog
I’M BLUSHING SO HARD RN GDI I SHOULDA WORN FOUNDATION TODAY AND MY CHEEKS HURT FROM SMILING SO HARD AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I KEEP READING YOUR MESSAGE AND EVERYONE’S COMMENTS ON IT LIKE:
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I gotta give a big out shoutout to Syn for inspiring me to write it and an even bigger one to Winter for being my beta-reader, editor, motivator, and potential executor if I deleted any part of it.
Since this was my first time writing for him, and because I wanted to make Syn happy with it [it was originally a gift for her half-birthday (she read the first half in September and I’d been working off and on, on it since then)], I really wanted to try my hardest convey his complexities in a way that still felt true to him, hence all the subtle facial expressions, semi-clipped/short sentences, gentle yet powerful movements, etc.  I’m sure you’ve read tons of fics about him and they just kinda had him as an emotionally flat character, when really he’s not; so even though it was a smut, I felt compelled to find a way to explore his emotional depth to make him a more fully realized character.  I mean, even though most people read smuts just for the fucking, usually their favorite & most memorable ones are the ones that have a bit of…tangibility to them, especially when it comes to emotions and motivations.  I can think right now of one smut that Winter, @chanyeolspout, @admincl, @blackinkfics, and I all read that had us all Q U A K I N G at every word; and I assure you, it wasn’t just because of the ways a dick went in a hole or what kinks of ours were exposed (AND LEMME JUST SAY I FELT PERSONALLY ATTACKED BY IT, ESP THIS ONE SENTENCE!!!! LIKE I WAS LITERALLY SHAKING, HAD TO PUT MY PHONE DOWN AND EVERYTHING!!!!!), but because the emotions between them was just so real.
Shit, this got long hella quick. I’m sorry, I’m just still not over how receptive folks have been about it. Again, thankyouthankyouthankyou SO MUCH for your kind words!!!
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–Lily, who’s gonna go dig in her purse for her cushion so she can slap some coverage on her cheeks and hide this ridiculous blush❤️
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winsister91 · 7 years
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The Angel and The Prophet
Summary: Reader is a prophet and has eyes for her trench coat wearing guardian angel
Characters: Castiel x Reader, Dean
Word Count: 2803
Warning: Language, Fluff, SMUT, bondage I guess, NSFW
A/N: @arcturuz requested Cas smut and here it is! Special thanks to @sofreddie for talking through the idea with me :) Quite nervous about this one, never written for Cas, so I hope I just do the angelic stud justice! Fingers crossed! Also! Absolutely mind blown by the reception on This Means War, thankyou so much for the love, it’s honestly made my weekend.
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Dear Diary...or whatever
You're new so...Hi! Never written a diary before, but there are things going down in my life that has just GOT to be recorded.
Where do I start? This has been the craziest couple of months I'm not sure if I'm dreaming in all honesty. We'll go from the top I guess. I'm walking home from work one night, cutting through the park. This crazy storm just seems to start and it's like it's following me. I'm jogging along, very wary that I'm in a wide open space but I can see my apartment block so I just decide to make a break for it. Then I hear this loud crash and I black out. Somewhere in this black out I had a dream. Two guys, proper lumberjack lookalikes with all the plaid, driving along in this sweet ass car, talking some crazy shit. Demons and monsters and something about vessels for Michael and Lucifer? Stopping the apocalypse? Real bat shit stuff.
Fuck knows how much time had passed while I dreamt this, but next thing I know I'm in my bedroom at home, and there's this smoking hot guy in a trench coat just looking at me at the end of my bed! Naturally, I freaked out a little bit, for all I knew he could have been a crazed serial killer or something. Mid freak out he puts two fingers on my forehead and suddenly I'm as cool as cucumber. Not for long, however. He tells me his name is Castiel, and he's an “angel of the Lord, come to protect the new prophet”. I remember laughing, asking if he'd been on the old Mary J. God, angels and prophets? Me, a fucking prophet? I just work in a boring ass office then come home to my cats and play video games. Why on earth would I of all people be a prophet? Then he was able to tell me what I saw in my dream. That the two guys in it were called Sam and Dean Winchester, and they really were going to stop the apocalypse. I guess I must've looked pretty dumb founded because Cas then said something about me needing time to process and then VANISHED IN FRONT OF MY EYES. Dude. I started to wonder if I'd magically somehow ended up high on Mary J.
About a week or so passed, and I just assumed I must have had some...psychedelic episode or something. And we all know it's healthy to ignore stuff like that right? I'm playing on my PlayStation and this blistering headache attacks me. Vision goes all fuzzy and what do you know, I'm seeing Sam and Dean again. They've got this guy tied up to a chair and some real occult looking graffiti scrawled on the floor. They're asking him about a seal? But he's just laughing. Well, until they throw some water at him and his skin starts fizzing and burning. He struggles and screams and his eyes turn jet black. There's more talk and shouting and swearing but then the tall Winchester starts chanting some weird lingo. Black smoke starts pouring out of the tied up guys mouth and then he just slumps, completely lifeless.
A loud banging on my door snaps me back to reality. I'm shaking like crazy because I have no idea what the hell I just saw, but it starts to dawn on me that this shit might be legit.
I stupidly opened the door without looking through the peep hole first, and I'm thrown across my own living room. A woman stands in my doorway with the same jet black eyes. I'm hysterical, screaming and crying, but then Castiel appears in front of me. He's got this long silver looking blade in his hands and they start fighting. I scramble, grabbing my two cats and shut them in the bedroom, because they're my top priority of course. Somehow this demon gets hold of the dagger thing Cas is holding and it about to shove it straight into his beautiful face. I improvise and think of the Winchesters.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, the words just kind of came to me.
The scary lady turns and hisses at me, lunging for my throat and I squeal quite pathetically. Cas thankfully stepped in, placing his hand on her forehead and she screams while her entire face illuminates, then she slumps like the guy in the chair did.
So turns out that was a demon. I sat with Cas and had a long conversation this time. He told me that these dreams or visions I'm having are flickers of the future revealing themselves and I need to keep record of them for him, as they will prove useful for him and the Winchesters to succeed in stopping it. Again I'm flabbergasted, I'm playing a vital role in saving the world? That's pretty bad ass.
To trim the fat, Cas has been to see me a few times now over the last couple of months. He's really sweet once you get past the uh...lack of social skills? Once, he actually flew off to fetch me chocolate and ice cream when I was on my time of the month for crying out loud, how can you not love that? 
Sometimes when he shows up he's so bloodied and battered, tells me he's too weak to heal himself (because angels can freaking do that too it seems). So I just let him crash on the couch and attempt to patch him up. I'm no nurse, but I'm a master with band aids. He makes me laugh too, one time he showed up whilst I was playing Resident Evil and he asked where the zombies were because he had to get there immediately and “stop the Croatoan virus from spreading”.
The guy just does things to me though, I could quite happily get lost in those ocean blue eyes of his for days. The way he tilts his head slightly in curiosity when I say something too human for him. And boy I can only dream of what body hides under that trench coat, I've seen glimpses when patching him up, but I yearn for that full picture.
Okay I'm fully rambling now. I'm crushing on an angel. Wonderful. Coming to cinemas soon The Angel and The Prophet. I'm such an idiot.
Peace out.
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You sigh, getting up and stretching your arms as the diary lays open on the table in your front room. A draft blows through your hair and you hear that familiar flutter of wings.
“Cas!” you beam, as he appears at the door, “I knew you were coming tonight! Wait there!”
You run to the kitchen, grabbing a White Castle bag out of the fridge and warming up the burger inside in the microwave.
“So how are you doing?” You call back to him, getting no response. As soon as the microwave pings, you tentatively drop the burger on a plate and take it through to him.
“Cas,” you giggle seeing him still stood in the doorway, “You can sit down you know?”
“You said to wait here?” he questions with that trademark head tilt.
“Just sit,” you chuckle, “Got you your favourite! Had to warm it back up because I was little preemptive in buying it. Should still be good though?”
Cas takes the plate without a word and sinks his teeth into the piping hot burger. A smile spreads across his face.
“These make me very happy,” he states, turning to you with another smile in thanks.
“I know honey, enjoy,” you tap his knee playfully, “I'm afraid to say apart from seeing you were paying a visit tonight, I haven't had any further visions this time.”
Cas annihilates the burger in about three bites, he looks at you after a deep sigh of content and says, “That's unfortunate.”
“Sorry,” you shrug, “Gimme that plate.”
You drop the plate in the sink, you'll sort it later. It's quality Cas time right now. As you re-enter the room you see the angel's eyes glaring right at your open diary.
“CAS!?” you squeal, and you feel your cheeks turn rosy.
“Why do you say I am smoking hot?” he questions, his eyes not moving from the page, “I don't see any smoke? I actually find it a little cold down here on earth.”
“Cas just pass me the diary,” you avoid answering questions.
“Crushing on an angel?” he continues, “How can you be crushing me when you're not even touching me? Plus looking at your small frame, if you were to sit on top of me I don't think I would be crushed.”
“Don't talk about sitting on you,” you groan, pulling the diary away.
“Y/N,” he narrows his eyes puzzled, “Do you want me to take a photograph of what's under my coat? I can just take it off and show you instead if you like?”
“Cas you're fucking killing me,” you lean on the door frame for balance while your mind races. Castiel gets to his feet and walks over to you.
“Are you okay?” he asks looking into your eyes, “Your face has turned pink.”
“No I'm not okay,” you whine, taking deep breaths to slow your heart rate, you decide to spit it out, “I like you Cas.”
“I find you pleasant company also,” he nods in response.
“N-no Cas,” you stutter, “I like you.”
His face remains blank and you feel a twang of irritation in your guts because he's not understanding you. Fuck it, you think, understand this. You throw your arms around his neck and pull his lips to yours. You feel the hairs on your neck and arms stand on end. He's kissing you back, and your heart feels like thumping bass pedal. You give a playful nip to his bottom lip and let him go, you lock eyes, lost in the moment. Then he vanishes.
“Oh god dammit!!” you cry out.
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Dean is sprawled out on a motel bed, flicking through the free channels, bored at the lack of entertainment. He takes a sip of his beer and sighs, contemplating whether to just buy a sneaky porn channel on one of Sam's cards.
“Dean,” Cas appears.
“For crying out loud Cas!” he yells, near on jumping out of his skin, “...Is that lipstick on you?”
Cas wipes his face, a look of panic in his eyes, “I just went to see Y/N.”
“Oooooh,” Dean grins, “You been getting some human booty?” “S-she kissed me,” the angel stutters.
“And then?” Dean asks eagerly.
“I left,” Cas answers wide eyed.
“You left!? C'mon man!” Dean cries, “You don't just leave when a girl kisses you!”
“I panicked.”
“Cas, do you like her?”
“She is very beautiful, but...”
“You listen to me now,” Dean reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small square foil packet, “You're gonna take this, and get your feathery ass back there.”
“Dean I-”
“I get it, you're not savvy on what you need to do. I'll tell you exactly what to do, let's get creative with that grace of yours.”
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You're pacing. You feel like an idiot. You just scared off your horrendously hot guardian angel. Perfect! You decide to just call it a night and try to forget this ever happened. You reach your bedroom and throw your shirt down onto your floordrobe. There's a flutter of wings.
“Y/N,” you hear that familiar deep voice.
You squeal, covering your naked breasts instinctively. You note a difference in his behavior however, eyes narrowed and full of hunger. It makes something deep down tremble in want. He strides over, taking you and lifting you up onto his hips.
“Hello,” he says, before resuming your previous kiss. His hands grip your ass tightly and he pushes you up against the wall. You can't help but gasp into his mouth in surprise.
“C-Cas,” you moan between kisses. He's being rough and passionate, holding on to a clump of your hair while he nips and bites down your neck. He turns around, now laying you onto the bed, placing your hands above your head before standing to remove his shirt. You motion to sit up to get a good view but you can't. Like an invisible force is holding your hands there, you struggle for a moment in confusion.
“Um...Cas?” you state to the ceiling. He comes into view, leaning over you. You see that torso of his and, like you suspected it was firm and nicely toned, you want to touch it but are still unable to move your hands. He leans down for another brief bite on your neck and you see a free hand of his do a quick swish in the air. Down go your pants. You jump in further surprise. The same hand hovers now just above the skin on your chest and he moves it slowly down your body, not touching your naked skin at all. As he moves you feel a surge of sensitivity shoot through you, causing you to arch your back and moan loudly in pleasure and shock. The hand moves back up you along with this pulse of energy and you gasp uncontrollably as your body gets hotter and wilder.
Is he....using his grace for foreplay? You think to yourself. His hand moves back down now, stopping to hover over your intimate zone, you fully cry out as the sensation their builds.
At last you feel physical contact as two of his finger slide into you. Scissoring and brushing at your sweet spot. Your body writhes and your hips buck completely out of your control. Every touch and movement is so intense it's like it has all been planned out in fine detail. His lips are on your neck once more, and his other hand has found your breast, gently teasing your nipples with small circles.
“F-fuck...” you moan, these actions sending tingles over you in all directions. Your eyes drift down. At some point, Cas has removed his pants. You're slightly disappointed you missed the strip show but you were otherwise occupied. You see his erect cock, condom in place and you swear your pussy tightens at the sight. Like he can read your mind, which he probably can, Cas hoists himself and lines up. Your hands are freed suddenly and you spring them into action, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss you, right in sync with his entry into you. He fills you right up and you find yourself gasping into his mouth once more. He seizes the opportunity to allow your tongues to meet.
You hear his breathing get deeper as he slowly pulls out and back in again, gentle but effective. You grind your hips in rhythm with him to heighten the sensation. He grunts and the sound takes you to another level. He picks up the pace, sensing your elevation in sensitivity. One of your hands is clutched tightly onto his shoulder and the other pulling at the sheets. You feel your legs begin to tremble and you bite your lip as you feel your core tightening. You hold your breath, determined not to give in so soon, you want this to last as long as possible. His pace picks up again and you clench your eyes shut, causing every touch to intensify once again. His hand leaves your breast and you take the moment to try and catch your breath, but it is short lived. A finger finds your clit, circling, stroking, pressing. Your back arches so harshly you almost sit up. You hold on, refusing to let go just yet, and you get tighter and tighter. Building higher and higher you start to feel light headed.
Cas moans and thrusts in hard and deep, and you feel his cock twitch as he cums. You can't help but release, unable to edge any longer. The orgasm ravages through you and you have zero control over the primal cries of pleasure escaping your mouth.
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You feel dazed, unsure if this is really your life anymore. Prophets, demons, the apocalypse...and you just fucked an angel. Cas holds you close to him while you snuggle into his shoulder. Ultimate contentment.
“I need to go,” Cas whispers softly as you start to drift off.
“Must you?” you whimper, trying to give him your best puppy eyes.
“Just briefly,” Cas smiles, brushing hair out of your eyes, “I need to thank Dean for his advice.”
“Okay....wait, WHAT!?”
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giorginaroda-blog · 5 years
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HOTEL PORTO NAOUSSA: 3 GIORNI IN PARADISO
Un anno fa sono stata nella meravigliosa isola di Paros , un’isola greca che fa parte dell’arcipelago delle Cicladi , circondata dal mar Egeo . Me ne sono innamorata follemente , ho deciso quindi di tornare per documentare le sue bellezze!
One years ago I went in the amazing Paros Island , a Greek Island part of the Cyclades , sorrounded by the Aegean Sea. I’ve fallen completely in love with it, and I decided to come back to document its beauties!
Ho soggiornato in un delizioso Boutique Hotel: Hotel Porto Naoussa . La prima cosa che balza all’occhio è sicuramente la vicinanza della struttura al centro del meraviglioso paesino di Naoussa , caratterizzato dai tipici vicoletti bianchi, bougainville rosa e una miriade di negozietti e ristorantini ...avrete l’imbarazzo della scelta!! In circa 3 minuti a piedi vi ritroverete immersi nella Grecia più bella che abbiate mai visto!!
I stayed in a cute Boutique Hotel : Hotel Porto Naoussa . The first important thing is the great location , close to the most beautiful beaches and just a few metres from the center of the village with its little white streets , pink flowers and little restaurants ...you will not know which one choose!! 3 minutes walk and you are in the best Greece ever!!!
Appena arrivati in Hotel, siamo stati accolti dalla gentilissima Elpida , che ci ha spiegato, cartina alla mano, i luoghi dell’isola da non perdere , e ci ha anche aiutato a noleggiare il nostro super quad , che ci ha fatto sfrecciare (circa 30 km/h ) tra paesaggi indimenticabili !!
Just arrived in the Hotel, we met the kindness Elpida. She explained to us the better places to explore on the island , and she also helps us to rent our quad. Thankfully to this we could see unforgettable landscapes !!
Lascio un po’ di foto per farvi ammirare la bellezza di questa piccola struttura:
Here are some pictures of the hotel :
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Questa è la carinissima hall dell’Hotel , dove appena arrivati vi offriranno qualcosa da bere e da mangiare per rifoccillarvi dal viaggio!
This is the cute hotel’s lobby area , and when you will arrive , they will offer you something to eat and to drink.
Dopo il check-in un gentilissimo ragazzo ci ha accompagnati nella nostra camera, la numero 10: e’ un piccolo gioiello dotato anche di cortiletto tutto per noi sul retro !!
After check-in we went in hour room number 10 : it is a little jewels with also a little patio just for us, on the back !!
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La colazione viene servita ogni mattina direttamente in camera , e grazie a questo ci siamo goduti la pace e la tranquillità del nostro patio personale!!!
The breakfast is served every morning in our room, and thanks to this we can stay in the quiet of our own patio !
La sera precedente , non dimenticate di passare in reception per compilare il foglio con il menu’ della colazione !! Noi abbiamo deciso di scegliere la colazione dolce per la prima mattina, e la colazione salata per la seconda ...entrambe buonissime!!!
The evening before don’t forget to check the breakfast menu’ !! We made a sweet breakfast for the first day, and a salt breakfast for the second day ...both delicious!
Vi presento il nostro amico fidato che ogni mattina ci ha fatto compagnia durante la colazione:
This is our breakfast friend! Isn’t she cute??
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Tutte le camere sono dotate di aria condizionata, tv e asciugacapelli !!! Ma la cosa che più mi è piaciuta e’ sicuramente la presenza di un lavandino , molto shabby chic, in camera !! Da un tocco di design , che adoro ,alla stanza !!
Every rooms included air conditioned,tv and hairdryer !! But the thing I loved so much is a beautiful shabby chic sink inside the room! It’s so stylish!!
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Grazie infinite Hotel Porto Naoussa, non vedo l’ora di tornare!!!
Thankyou so much Hotel Porto Naoussa, can’t wait to be back!!
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anneedmonds · 4 years
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Testing Retinol With My Mum – Age 39 v Age 69! | AD
Well this is a very joyous revisit; I’ve reviewed Murad’s brilliant Retinol Youth Renewal range before, but they’ve reformulated and relaunched it and it’s now even more of a find.
I say find, but this skincare trio (there’s a serum, an eye serum and a sumptuous night cream) is hardly a secret – the Retinol Youth Renewal Serum is the number one retinol product in the US! Nevertheless, I bring you this news, that two of the products have been reformulated and all three have had an appearance makeover, and I also bring you (why am I writing this like a medieval bard?) an updated review.
Actually two updated reviews, because in an unprecedented feat of spectacular organisation, my Mum and I have been testing the new range at the same time. Yes that’s right; my Mum (seventy next year) and I (forty this year) have been syncing our nightly skincare routines and applying eye serum, serum and night cream every other night and recording our thoughts.
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I have to say, before we go any further, that my Mum is meticulous when it comes to researching what she puts on her face. She Googles every ingredient on the list, she looks at other reviews and she reads the instructions on the box twice. How on earth then, she managed to end up applying the serum in the morning instead of the night and the other products twice a day every day for weeks, I have no idea.
It’s surely testament to the quality of the formulations that her face didn’t slowly peel itself off from her head, like in a Tom & Jerry cartoon – I should add that Mum does have quite sensitive skin, and my own (comparatively hardy) face has had bad reactions to far less potent treatments.
Murad do make a point of the formulations being suitable for sensitive skin – they urge caution, obviously, but the newly reformulated eye serum can now even be used on the eyelids. The lids! Imagine. I can tell you that it was something of a leap of faith, patting a retinol serum into my eyelids, but there was no stinging, no irritation whatsoever. The serum was instantly hydrating but not greasy (basically my Mum’s idea of a Holy Grail beauty product) and I did rather like the idea that something might get to work on my lid crepe.
Lid crepe. It sounds like a disease. I’m absolutely not wanting to add any sort of extra skin “concern” to the list of ones we’re already supposed to worry about, but I do quite like it when you use a lid primer and it makes things all smooth and velvety – the Murad Retinol Youth Renewal Eye Serum makes them feel a little bit like that.
Although obviously there are longer term benefits! In fact, I’ve just realised that this post launched into a whole thing about Murad’s Retinol Youth Renewal Range but didn’t really explain what an earth retinol is, to the uninitiated. My Mum had no clue why retinol was so special, even after she’d done her Google research. Mainly because she’s so sceptical, which is a good thing. But in the case of retinol, you can almost entirely place your scepticism to one side, because this is an ingredient that really and truly delivers.
With the right strength and a good formulation, retinol can help to smooth out fine lines, even skin tone, work on deeper lines and creases and make skin generally look plumper and more elastic. Murad’s range takes things one step further by using their tri-active retinol technology; a retinol booster to kind of prep the skin and make it receptive to the main ingredient, then a time-released retinol to deliver a steady level to the skin and then a fast-acting retinoid, which is much more powerful than the retinol itself.
Triple-whammy effects and boy does it make the products feel racy and exciting! I properly get the tingle with Murad’s range, the sort of tingle that makes you wonder what state your face is going to be in the next day – will I look as though I’ve drunk four litres of rosé and passed out on a Magaluf beach at midday in August? Thankfully not – no irritation, no redness, not even any discernible dryness, perhaps because the super-serums are always followed by the rich and buttery night cream.
The night cream has also been tweaked; still with the tri-active retinol technology, it now contains Niacinamide and Picolinamide to strengthen skin’s protective barrier. I like that it’s not just shooting high-powered and transformative ingredients at your face – it’s looking out for the longterm comfort and quality of the skin.
The Retinol Youth Renewal Night Cream was the product my Mum loved the most – she’s always hunting for creams that are incredibly rich and moisturising but that don’t leave a greasy residue. She hates grease. Especially around the eyes. I can’t even count the number of times she’s told me this fact over the years – I sometimes feel as though I should make it into a poem and put it on her birthday cards – but it’s a big issue for her. It goes in her lashes and then into her eyes, it’s all most upsetting, but not, she was delighted to report, with any of the Murad trio.
So yes, the night cream was her favourite – she likes to be able to use one product and be done with it – but she did marvellously well at testing all three. She has noticed a good difference to the firmness of her skin, especially under her chin and on her neck, and in turn the wrinkles there are improved. These are her exact words:
“I LOVE THIS AND IT HAS WORKED A DREAM ON MY NECK AND CHIN (whether it was aided with serum also, not sure) Yes, it is so lovely and smooth to apply, smells lovely, absorbs well, and it has so, so much improved my neck, jowl and chin wrinkles, both the fine and the deep ones. Thankyou Murad. Could you tell me whether I can just use night cream alone and get those results? Also can I try on lovely hubby, His face is craggy ? Lots of love Ruth’s Mum”
I need to tell my Mum that the serum increases results by three times when used alongside the cream – in fact, if I had to choose one product from the range on results alone then I’d probably plump for the serum, just because it’s the most potent. This is the one product that hasn’t been reformulated – it’s still maximum tingle, minimal fall-out and a lightweight, easily-absorbed texture that’s a joy to use. Same tri-action deal with the retinol, retinoid and the skin-prepping element for quick and visible results.
Now you may already be a fan of this range, in which case you’ll appreciate the tweaks, I think! If you’re not then prepare to be charmed – the Retinol Youth Renewal range is the sort of skincare line that’ll have you doing double-takes in the mirror, especially if you have (or are starting to get) those vertical lines between your eyebrows and horizontal ones to the sides of your eyes.
It’s been so interesting testing the same products as my Mum – we’re (obviously) at different stages in terms of how our skin is behaving and what we expect from our skincare, yet both of us couldn’t be more pleased with the results. I love a smoother, plumper, fresher-looking face that allows me to use minimal makeup and my Mum appreciates the firmness and feeling of elasticity that using retinol has given to her skin.
If you would like to try Murad’s Retinol Youth Renewal range then you can get 25% off with the code RUTH25 here. In fact this gets you 25% off everything on their website! I can highly recommend their range of sunscreens, especially if you are going to be using retinol, and they have an amazing anti-blemish line.
If you’d like to read my review of the original line then that’s here – you can also take a nifty little skin consultation quiz on the Murad website, that’s here. For some reason I find these online evaluations quite addictive!
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Happy New Year, Earthlings! 🎉 What a year 2018 had been... Here are the highlights: January - nothing eventful, but I was busy at work (yes, I had a job then) 😴 February - Perth, the very much needed break (top left corner) 🐨 March - Helo Doktor’s first episode, then, I moved on from assistant producer to full-time Masters student 👩🏽‍🎓 April - Jane’s surprise birthday in Melaka 🎉 May - Trip to Singapore with Fie and Joe Yee (days after voting for the first time) 🏝 June - Raya 2018 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 July - Fathnie’s wedding reception (this was actually Faizal’s side because I missed my flight to Sandakan for the nikah 🤦🏽‍♀️) 💍 August - Anne and Mamu’s birthday 🍰 September - opened Sem 2 by missing my first class to be at Maya’s wedding 😬 👰🏼 October - Halloween! And I met Airaa, this little angel, for the first time 😍 November - Deepavali! And finally had a reunion with #TheDictators (sort of, since a few were still missing 🙃) 🎤 December - Christmas! And finally got #TMNT together after so long 🙄 🎄☃️🎁🎉🎅🏽🍪🥛 Thank you to everyone who are a part of my life. You are who made the year a little easier when it got tough 🙏🏽 With that, bring it on, 2019. But, please be kind 🤲🏽 #InSyaAllah #ByeBye2018 #Hello2019 #Welcome2019 #Family #Friends #LovedOnes #ThankYou #ILoveYouGuys #Reunion #alisaredmayne https://www.instagram.com/p/BsDr4x2l__1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bv3cadiy27e5
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