Malika is from Milan, Italy. She was born from an Italian mother and a Moroccan father.
She lives in a city which is famous for fashion. With her features and height she could easily be a successful model.
“Many people from fashion industry tried to convince me to become a model. But I have other passions. I was never into fashion. I’m actually in love with hiking.
When I was 8, I entered in a Scouting group and I started to explore the nature. I often go to the mountains. I hike there alone and I don’t see any human being for days. I always do that when I feel stressed and tired.”
Malika is not scared at all to be alone in the wilderness because she learned everything about exploring the nature since her childhood.
“I feel safer in the mountains than in the city. I live in a rough neighbourhood of Milan and sometimes it’s a bit dangerous for a woman there.”
Does it count as a first date if you wake in the person’s arms?
We lounge in bed, drifting between awake and asleep, Peeta’s fingertips skating over my legs and hips, etching cool patterns or maybe words into my skin. It’s such a luxury to wile away the hours this way. We get up to eat, but it isn’t until early afternoon that we’re both awake and willing enough to actually go on our hiking date.
I dress in cotton pants and a t-shirt, tugging on a hooded sweatshirt for warmth. Peeta leaves me for a few minutes to dress in his apartment and returns garbed much the way I am, his black backpack slung over one shoulder.
It doesn’t feel like a first date as I drive us out of town, since Peeta apparently doesn’t own a car, preferring to walk or use public transportation to get around the city. We talk and laugh, the windows down and the crisp fall air making a tangled mess of flyaways even though I braided my hair. I tell him about the time my father and I got ourselves chased up a tree by a black bear when we plucked berries from a bush he’d apparently already laid claim to. And as I park in one of the lots at the trailhead near Lake Panem, I realize that I’ve never been this comfortable on a first date before.
Thin privilege is being able to find sturdy, warm athletic gear. Not
yoga pants and flimsy shirts, but actual hiking gear, good warm coats,
packable down jackets, long underwear and layering, cargo pants,
backpacking packs with wider straps/comfortable buckles and even hiking
boots for fat people with wide feet. No one seems to make these things.
It’s being allowed to be outdoorsy and athletic and visible on hiking
trails and backpacking trips, rather than squirreled away behind frosted
glass so no one has to see your fat body in the wilderness and make
jokes about how much food you’re carrying or about not being able to
UT US UF SF skeles who has a S/O with a stub of an arm. Then one day the S/O tells them the story of how they lost their arm due to a hiking accident with no help, their arm got stuck under a boulder and had to cut their own arm with a pocket knife.
UT!Sans: Just… holy crap. He didn’t want to ask what happened to your arm since he figured that you would tell him when you felt comfortable enough. But he didn’t think it’d be something as traumatic as what you went through. He makes a silent vow to always keep his phone with him at all times. If you ever need help again, even with something small, he wants to make sure you get it. You don’t have to go through anything alone again.
UT!Papyrus: He isn’t sure how you could’ve survived that, though he doesn’t say that out loud. His bones are aching just by thinking off it. So he’ll be pulling you close and comfort you as much as you need. You are so great and so cool. He’s never met someone as amazing as you. You’ve pushed him down to second place in the coolness list.
US!Sans: Starts crying because he has too much sympathy and that must have been so hard to do. He can’t even imagine you going through that. He doesn’t want to imagine it. He has to constantly remind himself that you’re okay now. And that you’re not going to go through anything like that again.
US!Papyrus: He gets really quiet for a while and just holds you. Then he tells you that he’s sorry you had to go through that on your own. He can’t even imagine what that must have been like. But god you’re so tuff. He develops a habit of rubbing your side and arm where the stump is. Only if you’re comfortable with it though.
UF!Sans: Losing limbs in the fell universe has a different meaning than in the other universes. The only way someone would get that hurt is in a fight. And the only way you’re walking out of a fight while missing a limb is if you’ve won. Meaning that you’re already completely badass in Sans’ eyes. But having to do it yourself while being trapped like that. He is so impressed by you. Only a human could’ve done that and pulled through. Scratch that, only you could’ve done that and pulled through.
UF!Papyrus: Like I mentioned above, the only way someone would lose a limb in the underground would be if they won against a tuff opponent. So when he finds out that’s not how you lost your arm he’s a little disappointed. The disappointment quickly fades though. And he has a hard time believing that you actually survived that hiking trip. He knows that he probably wouldn’t have.
SF!Sans: He likes showing other monsters his scars, since those are signs that he’s fought a lot of battles. And he doesn’t get why you wouldn’t want to show off your arm. At least not like he flaunts his scars. When you tell him the story behind it he’s horrified, but he’s not going to let that show. He tells you that he’s not surprised you were strong enough to do what you had to. Then he’ll tell you some of the stories behind his scars. He never tells you the story behind the scar on his face though.
SF!Papyrus: He is mildly horrified and generally just upset. He hates that you went though something like that. He hates that he didn’t protect you from it, even though he didn’t even know you back then. But just. How did you even survive that on your own? What kind of superhuman s/o did he get, huh? He tries to cheer you up as much as he can. With cuddles and nuzzles and just being there for you right now.
Summary: A trip to Los Angeles is going amazing for Y/N, until she’s too entranced by nature, breaks a bone, and there’s seemingly no one to help her.
I sat across from Ethan, as he was enthusiastically telling me a story about how he fell down a flight of stairs and got a sick scratch from it. Normally, I’d be excited. Normally.
We sat in this cafe, a random one Ethan happened to find with aesthetically pleasing decor, so we decided on breakfast here.
In my line of sight, just behind him, a girl sat by herself. I held my breath slightly, a wave of warmth flashing through me and I felt nervous. All I’m doing is looking at her. Her hair shining as the sunlight caught it perfectly. She was engrossed in her book, I could see from here, Pride & Prejudice.
I don’t like watching excessive violence, sex on shows (porn), rape, violence against women, aaaaand that’s why I barely watch any shows or movies anymore 😂
It’s honestly fucking sad how few shows seem able to exist without some kind of violence or degradation towards women. What we see and expose ourselves to has consequence, whether or not we realize it. I refuse to keep subjecting myself to awful shit just because everyone else does. Call me no fun. Don’t care.
so it turns out the first big world you get to explore in Mass Effect: Andromeda, in an unknown and unexplored galaxy, 600 light years away… is based on the town I live in. I just paid $60 to spend 5 hours running around a computer simulation of my actual backyard. Eos is just Arches National Park: Space Version.
the game (top) vs actual hikes I have been on recently (bottom two). like. i cannot describe the irony of staying indoors all day to play a videogame while all my housemates went hiking in the landscape this videogame is trying to simulate. thanks bioware.
hey everyone! I hope you’re having a good day, and I want to remind you all that I love you 💗 here’s a short Pietro imagine for tonight. doing chapter 2 of Battered and Bruised took a while so I wasn’t able to write something better. I hope this will suffice. I will be writing a lot tonight because I have so many ideas floating in my head, so stayed tuned!
Description: You and Pietro go on a hike as a date. And reaching the peak is full of bliss.
Warnings: none. but beware of the fluff
“Pst, F/N. Pssstttt, princessa. Wake up.” Pietro was sitting on the edge of the bed, lightly shaking you.
“Nnngghhh.” You groaned and turned your body away from him, pulling the sheets over your head. “Babe, it’s like four in the morning.“
He chuckled, pulling the sheet away from your face. “It’s actually nine in the morning.” He began to shower you in kisses. “Come on, princessa. We have a hike today, remember?” You groaned, but a smile began to form on your lips. “I’ll make breakfast while you get ready. Okay?” He placed one last kiss on your neck before breathing, “I love you” into it. He got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen, leaving you slightly colder than when you woke up.
You stretched along the bed and slowly willed yourself to leave the warmth of it. You sluggishly walked to the bathroom, taking a good look in the mirror.
“This is a good look.” You scoffed at your reflection as you looked at your frizzy, tangled hair. You washed your face and brushed your teeth, the coolness of the marble slowly waking up your nerves. You found a pair of black leggings and a lavender tank top you always wore during any type of exercise. You put some light makeup on and put your H/C hair into a messy, but cute French braid. Then, you put on your favorite sneakers and baseball cap.
You walked down to the kitchen to see Pietro standing behind the counter. The smell of waffles and bacon filled your nose.
“You look beautiful princessa.” You blushed at his comment and gave him a loving kiss on the cheek. He always made wonderful breakfast. Once you both finished, you got into one of Tony’s many cars and drove to the hiking site. Pietro drove, his hand on your thigh, something he always did when he drove in the car with you.
When you pulled up to the start of the trail, Pietro helped you get out of the car. Even though you didn’t need it, he was always a gentleman when it came to you.
“Okay Speedy, the only thing I gotta say before we start this is that we hike this fair and square. No super speed. Got it?” You smirked at Pietro, he always loved it when you got sassy.
“Okay, okay, I got it. Come on F/N, I want to see the view before it gets too hot.” He chuckled and put his arm around your waist as you began to hike the 1.5 mile trail. It was a beautiful day, and there was a slight cool breeze to counter the heat. The actual hike wasn’t so bad, all the training you’d done with your fellow avengers made this feel like nothing.
“Finally, we made it.” You kissed your boyfriend on the lips as you finally reached the peak.
The view was beautiful. You could see all the mountains, lightly covered with snow from the last storm. The flowers were blooming on them, giving you the site of patches of purple and yellow across the brown rock formations.
“God, this is beautiful. I’m so glad we took this hike.” You laughed, smiling at the wonderful nature around you.
“You’re right. The view truly is beautiful.” Little did you know, he wasn’t looking at the mountains, he was looking at you. You slowly walked over to him, kissing him tenderly. He wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled away and kissed you on the forehead. There was nobody around you and you stayed there, as one, for a long time.
When you began to get hungry to turned to Pietro saying, “come on babe, lets go home. I getting hungry.” He nodded, and you got on his back. “Do you mind using that wonderful speed of yours? My stomach is really starting to growl.”
He gave you a wink. “This isn’t the only thing my speed is good for princessa.”