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15 tips for traveling alone

I recently returned from a four-month trip around Europe. I backpacked to Spain, Portugal, Italy, Croatia, Greece, Hungary, Germany, Norway and The Netherlands, sometimes with my best friend, sometimes with new friends, and sometimes all alone. 

Travelling alone was one of the best experiences of my life. You’ll surprise yourself with your keen intuition, your ability to cope with a new language, your friend-making skills, your geographical bearings and overall just how much you enjoy doing whatever you want, whenever you want - from eating whenever, going wherever and doing whatever you feel like doing. Sometimes I had gelato for breakfast, once I spent six hours in a museum, a few times I slept til midday, I went to a music festival solo and I swam in the ocean morning, noon and dusk. 

But travelling alone can also be problematic and lonely if you’re not properly prepared. Here’s some easy tips that really enriched my experience travelling alone. 

1. Laptop smart
Not only is it exceedingly hard to navigate foreign transport sites from a phone, my laptop proved really valuable to me when I needed precious downtime, which was about once a week. I loaded up a portable hard drive with movies and boxsets so I could retreat into my own little world with my headphones on to watch a movie in bed when I needed a bit of ‘me’ time. 

2. Device smart
- I subscribed to Spotify Premium for $10 a month and built myself some playlists by mood - chill, happy, groovy, pensive. Then I downloaded them, so they were available offline.
- I also downloaded Tripit, an app that links with your email and builds you an automatic itinerary based on your email confirmations.
- I also downloaded, an app with offline maps and GPS location so I was never lost. I dropped a (permanent) pin on the location of my accommodation in each city so I always had my bearings. 
- Also make sure your emails are accessible on your phone - I found the Gmail app to be the best option for me, because many of my emails were available offline - valuable when I needed an address or confirmation number, which was a lot!

3. Spend smart
I went with Citibank Australia, who offer a Citibank Plus everyday account with fee-free withdrawals and fee-free transactions anywhere in the world. Shop around your banks and see what deal you can find - don’t just go with your own bank, who might smash you with withdrawal and transaction fees. Every dollar counts when you’re overseas.

4. Insure smart 
This was a non-negotiable. I actually submitted two claims after this trip - one for a lost phone and another for a change of trip. Make sure you know what you’re entitled to before you commit to a policy - valuables up to $1,000 is essential if you’re taking that laptop or smartphone!

5. Pack smart
A few quick tips:
- Don’t take anything that needs ironing. You’ll never wear it, trust me. 
- Bring your runners so you can walk miles during the day. It really made all the difference for me - on days I wore them I could walk up to 30,000 steps without any pain whatsoever. 
- Bring your flip flops for showering. Tinea is rampant in hostel world!
- Bring exercise gear. I always moved from place to place in my exercise gear - it’s easy to sleep in on long haul bus-rides, and you don’t want to wear your 15kg pack with bad shoes - it hurts your ankles!
- Pack, then don’t take half the things you packed. Every little thing is a lot heavier on your back in the blistering heat, trust me. And they have toiletries in other countries too, you know!

6. Disembark smart
- Always carry some cash with you for the country you’re going to - for me, it was mostly euros. It was essential for my commute from the airport, and when I forgot to arm myself with currency, I was left disoriented, tired and wandering around trying to find an ATM while not getting robbed.
- It’s also worth Googling bus or train information before you board your plane, so you know the fastest and cheapest way to your accommodation before you land. Taxis are tempting - but will run your budget dry quickly. 

7. Book smart 
- Book directly through the website, not the compare-sites - it’s cheaper! This includes airlines, bus companies and train websites, and the hostel websites when it comes to booking your accommodation.
- Also, always book your bits and bobs in a private browsing section. Airline websites have algorithms that send the ticket prices up if they log your IP looking at a price a couple times to create a sense of urgency in you.
- But don’t feel like you need to map your whole plan out before you even leave home - I purposefully left gaps in my plan and life filled them in. I stayed with europeans I’d met overseas, travelled with new friends and went to countries that I had no plans on going to, like Norway (one of my favourite countries in the end!) 

8. Backup smart
After every country I backed up my phone to my laptop and my laptop to my hard drive. If you trust the Cloud, backup to there too. It is devastating to lose travel photos - they’re about the most important thing you own when you travel. 

9. Stay smart
- is the go-to site for hostels. If I was nervous about my choice, I’d usually book one night in and extend my stay if it felt right. I always read plenty of reviews for each place, particularly taking notice of the location rating. Cleanliness in the bathroom, uncomfortable beds or a tiny kitchen were things I could deal with. A 30 minute commute to the city was something that wore me down pretty quickly.
- Speaking of the kitchen - that ‘free’ shelf in the fridge is your best friend - use it!

10. Be alone smart
- Find a local pub and go and sit at the bar with a good book. Strike up a conversation with the bartender - they are probably bored out of their mind! Bartenders have a wealth of cultural knowledge about their city that you’d never find on Trip Advisor - ask for their hot tips on eating, drinking, shopping and the sights. I asked each bartender to draw all over a fold-up map in each city so I had a visual reference - it helped me pair things together that were close by so I could plan my days better.
- Also, do the walking tour on your first day. They are usually free (the tour guides live on tips) and they are the most useful introduction to a city - not to mention hugely interesting.

11. Commute smart
If you’re wondering if you should walk or get a metro, walk. If you’re wondering whether you should get the metro or a bus, bus. The metro is fast, but you see nothing. 

12. Dress smart
- If you’re spending the day exploring, wear one less thing than you think you need to. It’s awful being hot and sweaty, but easy to speed up if you’re feeling a little nippy. Plus, your thighs will thank you when they can crush steel between your rippling muscles!
- Runners are pretty much always the best option - you’ll double your productivity with them on. 

13. Mini-pack smart
Your daypack should contain:
- headphones
- a book
- a city map (to ask the locals to circle their favourite places on!)
- a knife and fork (plastic, for impromptu lunches in the park or by the water)
- a water bottle. Water is your best friend between all that exercise you didn’t realize you were doing (win!), the salty restaurant meals you’re eating (yum) and the drinking (inevitable). Drink it in litres - otherwise you’ll be perpetually dehydrated and wondering why you feel so tired. 

14. Wash, dry and iron smart
It’s inevitable you’ll have to wash atleast once a week. Face it, pretty boy. Mama aint here to help you now. 
- Every night, wash the underwear you wore that day in the shower. It takes five seconds, stops them from stinking up the place (we all know undies get the most dirty) and fresh undies are one of life’s little pleasures!
- You can iron out major creases by wetting a towel and wiping the clothing while it’s on you (it’ll dry), or bringing the item on a coat hanger into the shower area (the steam makes the creases drop out) 
- Splurge occasionally and get laundry done. Most hostels do it for less than $10, and having fresh clean dry clothing one of those amazing little things that lifts your spirits when you’re out of your comfort zone. 

15. Socialise smart
Talk to people! Everyone is the best version of themselves when they are travelling. Strike up conversations with people you would never usually speak to, especially those travelling alone as well. Ask them their story, compare itineraries, go on adventures together and who knows? You might just make a friend for life. 

Asian American Author Feature: Amy Tan

I featured Amy Tan during Women’s History Month, but–as with all real people–she is multi-dimensional and has been influenced by all her life experiences. So, she deserves a place in this month’s features as well. 

She’s best known for her novel The Joy Luck Club which explores the Chinese-American experience and the complicated relationship between mothers and daughters.

She also wrote Sagwa: The Chinese Siamese Cat. You might know it from the PBS show based on the book.

Gemsona April Prompts

Pics or it Didn’t Happen!
Create fake instagram or snapchat posts for your gemsona! Do they take pictures while on important missions? Did they snap an embarrassing photo of their superior and get in trouble for it? What cool places have they visited? Or: Show your gemsona’s best side and have them take some selfies like the Cool Kids

Jean Gems
Uniforms are great, but you know what’s even better? Jeans! Take a leaf out of Rebecca Sugar’s book and have your gemsona hang out in some casual-wear. Need some inspiration? Check out Rebecca’s original ‘Gems in Jeans’ drawings! (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)

An Agate terrifies, a Lapis terraforms, and your gemsona…?
What is your gemsona’s gem-type known for on Homeworld? What role / function are they created for? Are they known for being generals in Homeworld’s armies? Explorers searching for new planets to conquer? Architects who build towers as grand as the Lunar Sea Spire? 

Monthly Gem Challenge: Cacoxenite ✰
Instead of Bonus Prompts, Gemsona HQ will start hosting monthly gemsona design challenges. Each month, we’ll give you a weird, pretty, or unusual gem and challenge you to design a gemsona based on it! You can go as in-depth as you’d like: come up with their personality and backstory, or just make a gemsona design. They can even be a fusion of two other gems if you’d prefer; the choice is up to you! If you already have a Cacoxenite gemsona, they can participate too. This month is for all Cacoxenites! Please check our new “Monthly Gem Challenge” tag for more information on this month’s gem.

Remember to tag your prompt as #GEMSONA APRIL PROMPT, and pop any other fanart in the #Gemsona tag! You can also participate in the 30 Day Gemsona Challenge whenever you want or fill out the new Gemsona Stats Sheet (just remember to tag those accordingly too)!

Remember, all Past Gemsona Prompts and future prompts will no longer be limited to their month! If you missed out on participating in the past few months or if you run out of time to finish your piece, just drop it in the #GEMSONA PAST PROMPT tag! (Though I still recommend finishing the prompts during their month since we don’t check that tag as often).
Architectour: The ultimate guide for the urban explorer
A hardcover city guide with all the secret spots and amazing stories no one told you about. Check out this Kickstarter!

When visiting the world’s best cities, are you the kind of person who wants to; find the hidden spots, the breathtaking views, learn the amazing stories and avoid the mundane tourist trail? What if you could have all this information and also live the experience unspoiled?

“More than a travel guide, this book is a trip itself” - World Traveler

Architectour Guide is a beautifully designed 21x13cm hardcover book which has a special focus on thrilling stories. This is a guide of places you’ll remember.

Each city guide will contain:

  • +300 amazing spots for you to get lost in
  • +200 places to sketch
  • +700 not so obvious places from which to take your next big shot
  • A large fold-out map featureing clear, easy-to-read cartography
  • Delightful itineraries such as “Happy Rainy Days” or “Drink with a view”
  • Specific instructions on how to visit not so accesible places
  • Pro tips on how to pay less
  • And NO photographs. Photographs spoil our first impressions.

anonymous asked:

Where do you think the main 4 and Mettaton would want to go with their S/O once they're free from the underground?


Home. His home. A New Home. Someplace stable, that he knows isn’t going to go away any time soon. He just wants to relax, to realize that life is finally going to be okay for a while. He just wants to go Home.


Driving down the highway, carefree, the wind blowing through your hair! Why pick a specific place when you could go everywhere at once?? He’d be so excited just to have made it to the Surface, that it wouldn’t matter where he goes–as long as he’s going somewhere!!


The beach!! She’s heard that humans always had such huge, open spaces of water (& with the actual amount of water in Waterfall being very minimal after a while), she’d love to go exploring in it! Whether it’s climbing the rocks, walking down the dunes, or just going for a long, nice swim, it’d be great to have a place to stretch her legs out in.


A maid cafe. Somewhere nice, with lots of shops & movies & books that she could explore. She loves to collect things–figurines, merch, posters, etc. A mall would be best, but any sort of shop bazaar with a lot of homemade things that she could check out would be nice too.


Movie theaters, live Broadway performances, concerts–the bigger the show, the better!! He’s always dreamed of getting to experience the magic of Surface cinema in person, & getting that opportunity would be that dream realized. It’s all he wants.

I can feel the weight of this place

Ig: lauren.e.cassidy

Hello, welcome to my new studyblr blog 💖

About me:
* My name is Anne.
* I am 18.
* Recently got accepted into uni, will be starting in the fall.
* My first language is English but I am also learning Korean (yes I like kpop - EXO GG RV and BP).


* Korean: I started learning Korean after discovering Girls generation (it’s their 10th anniversary they deserved a better comeback)
* Drawing/Painting: I’m studying art in uni this fall. It’s the only subject other than philosophy that I just love.
* Reading: I read too much it’s worrying, my family question me a lot of times😂. My favourite books are - Six of crows, To all the boys I loved, Thornes of Glass, Red queen, Cinder and Shatter me.
* Exploring: literally just finding new places like parks, markets or cafes.

My goals:

* To finish uni with the best grade ever.
* To learn calligraphy.
* To be less stressed.
* Enjoy my life 😊
* I also plan to start a bujo, I tried it before but I got too obsessed with trying to make it pretty rather than productive. So I’m going to try again

Studyblr that inspire me:
@emmastudies @emmstudying @imperialstudy @astrnomy @studynotepad @studytune @sensiblestudy @studybirb @studyingsenseless @studejing @lumstudies @colorfulstudiess @colormecosmic @bookmrk

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More photos of the amazing Miss Peregrine house model taherehmafi got me for my birthday, along with some photos of the actual house, an abandoned chateau in the Belgian countryside.

I found photos of this house on the internet while I was writing Miss Peregrine, and it inspired my descriptions of her house. Then, when it came time to make the book trailer, I went to Belgium to find – with the help of the urban explorer photographer whose pictures had inspired me – the actual house. I fell in love with the place, though it’s a dangerous wreck inside and probably unsalvageable and we were trespassing the entire time we were there.

It’s falling down; a wreck inside. I went back last year when I was on book tour in Belgium and spoke to the woman who cares for the estate it sits on. She says they’re letting it fall down. That makes me very sad. One day, the model Tahereh had made for me may be the best evidence this house ever existed. 

The model itself is so extraordinary, so detailed, I don’t even have words. It was custom made by Michael DelPriore of Ryerson Studios, in upstate New York. He’d built lots of models of nice houses before; never of a broken one. He says he can’t wait to do more. 

The best things in life are the things that don’t last.

The little bursts of joy and the sights you only see once. The places you’ve visited and will never visit again. The people you met, loved, and left.

Life is bittersweet. Bitter because everything eventually ends, and sweet because you never have to forget.

—  stella .
excerpt 24

hkhatrash  asked:

Hi! I come from a part of the world where trans and gay rights are hardly even acknowledged. I dont identify as gay or trans but the lack of public discussion regarding this topic has me very uninformed. What books would you recommend that best explore these issues of sexuality and human rights? Also, I absoutely love this platform. Thanks!

I highly recommend Susan Stryker’s Transgender History if you want to get a better picture of the development of trans rights in the United States. There is a much longer history of books about gay rights in the U.S. A recent and excellent addition to that canon is Cleve Jones’ When We Rise: My Life in the Movement. Those are good places to start in terms of studying the American situation, and of course depending on the part of the world you’re from, it’s important to look at work that tackles specific places and contexts.

There’s a lot of misinformation about transgender people written in literature so I would make sure to carefully source resources. One of my favorite books that really opened my eyes to the fluidity of gender was Judith Butler’s Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity. Although it is a controversial read, and you may not necessarily agree with all of its content, it truly allowed me to explore my own feelings about my gender. Throughout the book, Butler tracks the various discourses around sex and gender, and highlights the trouble with them. Essentially, Butler demonstrates that the entire concept of gender is a fabrication. Also Janet Mock’s Redefining Realness was a very powerful and deeply personal narrative of her transition. It was one of the books that inspired me to come out and begin my own journey. Just remember that her experience is not indicative of every trans person. Every transition is unique.

Battle Pains

Part one can be found here
Sorry but just a T rating again mostly for language. Still fluffy
also I hate the title but TOO LATE

Tagging: @hypaalicious @themissimmortal @diadyn @lithiumkatana17 @laciewhy

Part 2:

It turned out that, as with everything else, Cor was efficient at washing dishes. Much more efficient than you were at drying them, somehow. You dried and stacked the last plate as he doused the fire and folded chairs behind you. The two of you had passed your chores in silence. Cor was right: you were able to bring your thoughts back into focus and calm through the repetitive task of polishing the silverware.

The break after such a heated kiss, though unwelcome, had allowed you to let flow the feelings and thoughts you had actively been repressing for weeks. As it happened, the short version was this:

You had it bad. And it wasn’t just a physical crush.

Keep reading

Who do you work for? part 1

Who do you work for? Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader


Y/N stepped out of the taxi that had pull right in front of the Avenger’s base. You turn to face your friends before you sucked in a deep breath. A cold wind blew across your face, sending a cold chill down your back. You didn’t like the feeling from it.

“Relax, we are here to discuss an alliance with us and the Avengers. What could go wrong?” Scott Summers, aka Cyclops, clap a hand on your shoulder as he gather Jean Grey into his other. You huffed at his words.

“But why does it have to be a full week?” You moan from behind them as they head for the double glass doors.  

Upon reaching the glass sliding doors, you were greet by a gentleman. Scott held out his hand to introduce himself. The handsome man was Sam. Scott joke about something and they both shared a laugh. It seems to you that this was the man Scott had talk to on the phone with.

“Please come this way, I will show you to your rooms.” He nodded. Sam turn to you and held out his hand.

“Sam,” He shook your hand with great ease.

“Y/N.” You smile a bit as he reintroduced himself to you.

“Well, Y/N if you’ll follow me, I will show you to your rooms.” His warm gesture didn’t cover up the feeling of uneasiness in your stomach. But you promised both Scott and the Professor that you were going to be nothing but a peach during this trip. So you were stuck with your promise.

Sam lead everyone through the facility. As everyone stepped out of an elevator going to the third floor, you couldn’t help but peak over the glass wall. You paused to look down at the scene that was playing out.  A very built man, with sandy, blonde, short hair was standing in front of a group of people standing at attention. Training session. The words echoed in your mind. It brought you back  to some of the training you had to indulge with Logan for a time period.

Your head shot up as the group was starting to slip further away. You glanced one more time down. And as you did you met the eyes of the blonde. He nod his head towards you. You could feel heat rising in your face. So you did the only thing you could think of. You gave him a little wave back as you spun on your heels, you had to jog to catch up with the group. Once you did, however, Jean sported a look that said you were up to something.

“And this will be your room, Y/N.” Sam saying your name brought you back to reality. You look down a hall of doorways and frown a bit. They all look the same to you. And this place was big and unfamiliar. Suddenly an idea came to you and your hand dove into your purse. You found a pad of green sticky notes. You ripped one of the papers off and placed it right above the doorknob.

“There now I won’t get lost.” You beamed at your work. Sam smile at your action.

“Yes, this place can be a maze at times but don’t forget that me and others are right down this hall if you guys need anything.” He pointed down the hall you just look down. “Now I know you guys got in earlier so feel free to relax and have fun exploring the place. Ms. Hill was kind enough to set up a schedule book-lit to let you know what was going on for the time that your here. The meetings and meal times are in there as well.” Sam quickly rushed off as you turn to Scott and Jean.

You caught the sight of the two love birds as Scott’s door closed.  Oh great! You mentally slap yourself. You should have known that you were going to be abandon by them. So you made your way to your room. Only the room was a full size apartment including a kitchen and private balcony. Wow, they seriously have it made if they live like this. You scooped up the book-lit and scan  the days schedule. The first meeting was schedule for four o'clock and it was barely ten in the morning as is. What were you going to do with yourself for such a long period of time? You could adventure out into New York City, but you have never been here and getting lost wouldn’t be a hard thing for you to do. So you decide against it. Maybe that was the look Jean had given you out in the hall.

Shrugging it off your scan down the times listed. When you stumbled across the nine o'clock. Rogers Training Session: new recruits report in main building. Your eyes read the sentence over and over. Rogers? The blonde guy from early? A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you shrug it off. You were here on official business. You looked into the mirror beside the door and rolled your eyes. You knew that Jean and Scott have got this down. You, on the other hand, wasn’t sure why you were here to help. But if it’s what the Professor needed you to do. So be it, he has never steer you wrong before.  You brush your l/h/c hair a few times and collected your purse. Sam told them to have fun exploring and that is what your going to do.

Y/N made your way back to the hallway of the elevator. You couldn’t help but blush at the memory of him. You glance down to find that the place was empty. It’s for the best. You told yourself. He would sure be an distraction. So you brought the book-lit out of your purse and flip through it til you noticed a map printed on the back. Well they are not keeping things much of a secret here. You pointed out to yourself. You follow the ink hallway with your eyes to an area marked as the library. Bingo! You smiled at your first stop on your personal tour.

Everyone that past you greeted you with a smile. It was a nice feeling since your rarely visit a place with such high vibes. You tend to stay out in the peaceful areas in the country until you were needed.  After exiting the elevator, you followed the large bay windows that overlook a brown track area. Several people were gather near the end, close to the window. They look like they were waiting for something. So you continue your way past them, none of them really paid no attention to you. As you you walk on your eyes caught something outside in the distance. You stop to watch until you realize there was two guys racing towards the people.

You look back to see that the group was watching with great interest as well. And you turn your head just in time to see that it was Sam and the blonde racing against each other. They flew by you without even noticing, but how could they? they were like the wind. The blonde won the race by some feet. The two men clap each other on the back and went for some bottle water. That was when Sam noticed you. He flashed you a smile.  It was quite an impressive match to have seen. You smile back at him as you turn to continue. You didn’t want to linger anymore in case he decided to bring the blonde guy to come talk you. Now heat ran in your face as how you would answer to a question like, how did you like the race? You were getting closer to the books and you could practically hear the them singing your name. Thank God for this distraction.  

Just around the corner, you found the Library. You took your time and look around. There were several people in the large two story building. You smile and nodded to the librarian in the middle of the room in a wide circular, wooden desk. You love the Professor’s library but this place was quite bigger and you had to set an alarm on your phone to remind you of the meeting. You wonder off to your favorite section.

You don’t know how long you had been wondering around in the never ending book shelves when Jean’s voice whisper your name in your head.  But you had settled down in a corner of a bookshelf looking over a book of mythology. Around 1:30, Jean called your name again and this time an image of the main build popped in your mind’s eye. This was her way of telling you to regroup with them. At least on the bright side you could hide in here for the rest of the week without running out of reading material.

“Sorry!” Was the first words out of your mouth when you finally caught up with them, “I took the wrong elevator, so then I had to wait for it to come back and yea…” You muster out an excuse. Scott and Jean gave you sympathy looks as Sam bark a laugh.

“Well yea I did warn you that this place could be a maze.” He smiled and turned for a door on the left. Before you can say a word Jean and Scott followed. You did the same without any questions. It turns out Sam invited you guys to join him for lunch. You didn’t mind the sudden invite but wish you had time to freshen up. He lead you to what he called the cafeteria but it look more like a fancy dinning room in a hotel. Sam stopped and look around. There wasn’t a lot of people in here at the time.

“Hey Cap!” Sam called out suddenly. He then turn to talk to us, “Follow me, please.” And went over to the guy he called out.

Before you could take a look at the new guest, a waiter was standing in front of you.

“What would you like to drink, Miss?” He was an elderly man with a thin waist. He pulled your chair out. You thanked him and answered with y/f/d. He moved on to Jean, who was on the right of you. You adjusted yourself to get more comfortable as Sam sitting on your left caught your eyes. Your eyes wonder to who was sitting front of you when your Y/E/C eyes got caught up in the most beautiful blue ones you have ever seen. They were as clear and blue as the sky.

“Captain, this is Y/N, Jean, and Scott. They are here from the  Xavier school.” Captain, As Sam calls him, eyes lit up form the news.

“Yes, yes, and it’s Steve, it’s a pleasure meeting you all.” Steve eyes linger on yours as he spoke the word pleasure. Another chill ran down your spine but this time time you couldn’t tell what the chill meant.

“It’s wonderful to meet you as well, Steve.” Jean answered back. Scott nods his head. A silence hush took over the table as everyone was looking over the menus. Well you thought everyone was, As your eyes dance along the items listed you could sense someone looking at you. The feeling continue to burn as you fought the urge to look up.

“Hello, I’m Emily, is everyone ready to order or would you like a few more minutes?” You kept your eyes on the menu as everyone confirm they were ready.

“Ok, great! Captain what can I get you?”

“The usual, will be fine, Emily.” Your eyes shot up and met his. You could see that his menu was sitting in front of him. He had both elbows on the table, and it seem to you that he was hiding his mouth behind his interlocked hands. Was it him staring at you? Now you were just getting your hopes up. You quickly lecture yourself as you broke the eye contact with him and reached for your drink. You deliver your order when it was time and then settle into Jean and Sam conversation.

“This place has the most beautiful architect that I have seen.” Jean gushed over the building. Sam went over other building details with her as their lunches arrived.

Emily set your F/F/D in front of you. It smell delicious but as the waitress went past you to exit the room. A small burst of cold air hit you in the face. It was another unease spine chill after that. Something wasn’t right and you could sense it stronger now.

“Is everything OK, Y/N?” It was Sam, who was the first to notice the change in your diameter. You look up and smile weakly at him. You then looked over to Jean, who was frowning a bit.

“I’m still feeling a bit car sick, you’ll have to excuse me for a moment.” You bow a little as you stood up for the bathroom. Both Steve and Scott got up as well. But you motion for them to sit back down. You smile shyly at them as if you were embarrassed by their reaction.

“I’m fine, I’m just going to step out for a minute.” And before they could say anything else you rushed to the closet restroom.

Once inside and the door was lock, you place your back against the wall. You had left the light off and was now enjoying the coolness that creep through your shirt. After a few moments, you collected yourself and headed back to the table. There was nothing you could do about it now but wait and tell Scott and Jean about it later.

“Feeling better?” Scott asked as soon as you made eye contact with him.

“Yea, that weird nausea fit went away. Sorry about that.” You nodded your head towards them. Jean rubbed your back for a few.

“Then you should eat, it’s probably because you skipped breakfast.” She said as she continue with her salad. You nodded in response but said nothing more, you just focus your attention on your meal. Which wasn’t hard to do as it was fantastic.

The meal conversation wasn’t that bad either. It smoothed out into a story that Sam was telling them about Steve. It’s must have been Steve weakness because he was now just as quiet as you. But that didn’t stop you from looking over at him. Your eyes would met his and he would burst into chuckle as he hid his blushing cheeks.  

Once the meal was over they had gather into a large hallway, Still talking and getting to know one another. Sam offer a small tour of the main building. Scott and Jean agreed but you backed out. You had glance at your watch and it was already a quarter to three.

“I think I’m going to skip this one and head back to my room.” Jean nodded.

“Cap? What about you? Care to join us?” Sam smile widen as he targeted Steve.

“Actually my stomach is acting up now. I was going to head back to my room as well. Would you like some company on the way back?” Steve ignored Sam with his eyes as he glance over to you. You smile at Steve and gave him a nodded. A little too shock to say anything.

“That’s sound great.” Sam clapped Steve’s back as he said his good bye to you. He turn to Steve with a wide smile. And without you seeing Sam, he said or did something. Because Steve’s instantly became red.

“Hope you feel better Cap.” And with that the two groups went their separate ways.

“Have you been to the city before?” Steve asked as you two stroll down an empty hallway. You were taking in with the design of the building as you two spoke.

“No. I’m from a small town in West Virginia. I don’t usually go further then the Mansion. Unless I’m needed.” You openly admit to him, “But I heard the shopping is amazing here.” You let out a small laugh as that was all that Kitty and Jubilee talked about the night you before you left.

“I few of my friends back at the Mansion was very persist on a few shops for me to go to.” For the hell of it you reached into your back pocket for a folded up paper. You then show him the list.

“You call that a few stores?” He laughed as there was over fifty stores listed on the pages.

“I think in their dictionary, it is.” You agree and shared a laugh with him.

When all of a sudden, Steve cried in pain and grabbed his stomach. It startled you so much that you grab him by the arm.

“Are you alright?” Quickly dropping your hand when you realized you were touching him. Steve took a minute and close his eyes. You took a step toward  him, “That’s right take small breaths and slow your heart beat.” You coached him.

A few minutes past when he finally opened his eyes. Blue sparkles dance in his eyes as he look down at you.

“Yes, I’m sorry. My stomach is just acting crazy.” Steve sighed it off and coached you to continue their way. You nodded your understanding and fell back into the stroll with him.

“I can show you around tomorrow when you have a chance and take you to some of those stores, I mean, if you would like.” Steve asked as he held the elevator doors open for you. You enter first thankful that it hide the flash of heat in your cheeks.

“I would like that, I don’t think I trust myself to not get lost with all those people out there.” She laugh at herself as the door slid close.

“Great.” He smiled brightly at her. And then another wave of pain hit him. He leaned against the wall as the elevator doors dinged open. Neither one of you made a move for it. You stood facing him with concern.

“Are you sure your okay?” You asked once Steve was acting normal again. He smile weakly towards you and that’s when you noticed that his face had drop into a pale shade.

“I don’t think lunch agreed with me today.” He confessed weakly and you could see he was growing more embarrassed then you.

Soon the two of you were turning down the hall, you saw your green sticky note and stop in front of the door.

“Thank you for the walk, Captain.” You turned and look up at him. His face was still pale but his eyes were shining with amusement.  Steve dropped his head for a quick moment, you could see he was searching for something to say. But he just couldn’t find it. So you helped him out by continue.

“So you can stop by anytime after eight tomorrow morning.” You brought up the trip from earlier. It seem to help Steve focus back on you. His smile widen as he thought about it. His blue eyes caught your E/C eyes and held them captive. Every single word of what you were planning on saying next slipped from your mind as he took a step closer to you.

“My room is right here.” You began to stumble over your words.  Steve lends towards you, for a moment he is hovering over you like he was going to kiss you. Y/N heart began to slam into your chest. But Steve never bent down toward your level. Instead he reached out past you and tapped on your sticky note.

“I won’t be able to forget. Good-bye Y/N” He gave you one last longing look before taking off down the hall. Sam was telling the truth, because Steve disappear into a room a few doors down.

You couldn’t contain your giddiness once you were inside your room. You flopped your body down onto the bed and happily screamed into your pillow. You couldn’t believe that you agreed to go out in a crowed city with a guy you didn’t even know. Well you did have a small hint, after all you did watch some of the news, Steve turned out to be Captain America! Quickly you pulled out your phone and googled him. He was becoming your new obsession. Imagines of Captain America began to load up on your phone. It was the same as the news, Steve was always wearing his helmet.  

After forcing yourself off the phone. You jumped into a quick shower and freshen into a new outfit for the meeting. You found yourself walking to the meeting room with Jean and Scott a few seconds later.  It was there that you were introduce to Tony Stark and Maria  Hill. Sam was there as well. Jean and Scott went over a brief review of what they were here to talk about. Mr. Stark was skeptic about it all and began asking questions as why you and your team haven’t made any moves to help during the alien invasions that took place a few years ago.

“Like Jean has stated Mr. Stark, we are a school and a safe haven for the gifted. We are here to keep everyone safe. And unlike you, we have team members that would like to remain in the dark. Not all of us is willing to expose ourselves out into the public spotlight. It is a very thin line between mutants and the Avengers.” You pointed out to the billionaire playboy that hasn’t spent too much time outside the lime light.

In the middle of your statement, the door opened and Steve enter.

“You sure your alright to handle this?” Sam asked Steve as Y/N finished your statement. He was looking much better then in the elevator.  He whisper his response and look over to Mr. Stark.

“I didn’t think you could get food poisoning, Capiscale?” Mr. Stark then directed his attention to Steve. Steve wasn’t bother by Mr. Stark’s tone as he found a sit next to you. You fought the blush coming over your face. Tony eyes linger on Steve a few seconds longer but said nothing else to him. Instead, he brought his attention back to you. You wish he hadn’t.

“And what is it that a School of Mutants can do for us that I can’t.”

“We can provide certain information and if you need back up then some of us will gather and go undercover for you.”

“That’s the second time you have brought up not being exposed. Are you saying you are one of them, Ms. Y/L/N?” You didn’t hesitate at his question.

“I am.” Tony’s eyes linger on yours as you could see he was trying to search for the lies. You ready yourself for his next question. You were sure he was curious about why you wanted to be in the dark.

“What kind of information do you have that we don’t already know.” You smiled and look over to Jean. The alignment had not been agreed upon so you weren’t going to open your mouth to his questions.

“For Starters, Mr. Stark  Hydra is now collecting mutants to rebuild their organization. We have had some reports to us saying that they are hunting and recruiting in the streets.” Jean knew more then you and was happy to let out that tidbit.

Steve sucked in a breath at the word Hydra. You knew he had a past with them and was probably thinking they had squash them all.  After that Mr. Stark seem to target Jean for the rest of the meeting. His face remain stone cold.

“Well, that was a very progressive meeting, But I think we should continue this meeting tomorrow. My stomach is getting very hostel with me.” Sam cut in and the tension in the room began to lift as well as Mr. Stark’s attitude. Y/N look down at her watch and saw they had been in there talking for a little over two hours. Mr. Stark raise up and began to shake Scott and Jean’s hand. It was a surprise to you as he made his way to shake your.

“Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Stark.” You kept your manners up. After all this was Iron Man and he had a huge part in helping keeping people safe.

“Oh no, You can call me Tony.” He laughed it off and he exit the room. The sudden mood change in him was a sign for trouble in the future. You shook your head trying to lose that last thought. You bent over collecting your stuff. Jean and Scott was both engage in a conversation with Sam and Steve. So your eyes wonder over to the window where the sunlight was just on the tops. Leaving the rest in a blue evening shadow. The surrounding forest around them was keeping the peace with you.  

A small breeze squeeze through the open window and ran around Y/N. The motion sent chills down your spine and you perked up. It was the wind warning you. But what was it warning you about? Your stomach began to flop.  Now was the time to talk to Jean and Scott. So you spun around on your heals and prepare to bee line towards them when something step in your way. It took every muscle in your body to not slam into it. A pair of hands gently grabbed your shoulders to  make sure you were still.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off I…” Steve’s words drifting as you eye met his. Clearly he was caught off by his actions as well. “I just want to ask you something before you left the room. You were in such a hurry.” He dropped his hands and was brushing his hair with one. You could tell that he was still embarrassed about his sudden movement. You look over to see that Jean and Scott were by the door. And soon your brain had put two and two together. He thought you were fleeing the room.

“No I’m sorry, I had something on my mind that I want to ask Jean. I guess I didn’t realize my action.” You laughed it off as your body relaxed. Jean and Scott could wait another couple of minutes.

“Oh, Well I won’t keep you long. I was just wondering if maybe you want to grab some coffee first and look over the stores that you want to go.” A shy smile slipped into his perfect shaped lips which brought out the brightness in his eyes. You were falling so hard for him that you could of sworn that  your heart was threatening suicide.

“Sounds awesome! I can’t wait.” You choked out. Did he just asked you out before taking you out!? A warm, thrilling sensation had taking over the bad feelings in your stomach.

“Cool, I know a nice, quiet coffee joint. Then I will see you in the morning. Have a good evening Y/N.”  Steve turned and was out the door. Your eyes still lingering on the empty doorway.

“What was that all about?” Jean asked with a knowing smile. You turn to look at her with wide eyes.

“I honestly don’t know. So please be kind and enlighten me.” Y/N half joke with her. But she shook her head. Jean wasn’t big on looking into other people’s minds for answers.

“So you got a warning from the wind but you can’t make sense of what it could be?” Scott hummed back the question. We were back in Scott and Jean’s room. Jean was making a cup of tea as Scott leaned against the desk facing me. Even though his voice was filled with skeptic, he never once question me if it was a miscommunication.

“Yes and that was the second time. The first was at lunch with the others. That’s why I had to step out for a moment.”

“I see.” Scott replied. He was obvious going over everything in his head.

“I just wanted to let you know what was on the up and up. I mean it could just be my nerves.” Y/N shrugged it off a little. The wind didn’t give anything but a dreaded feeling and that wasn’t like your powers to flicker like that, “I’m just saying I’m waiting for other warnings but want to keep everything in check. Better safe then sorry.” You ended it with a high note and was now feeling better then before. But you had a small feeling that you would after talking to them.

“Well it’s good to share things like this. I haven’t felt anything out of the normal but I will keep a closer look.” Jean place her thoughts in and Y/N was feeling better and decided to call it an evening. The morning car trip was taking it’s tow on you.  You fell into a peaceful state as you thought about Steve and what the next morning would br

starts off slow but will pick in second chapter

thanks for reading!

  • best things in life:
  • 1. someone tickling my arm
  • 2. when my favourite artist releases a new album
  • 3. someone playing with my hair
  • 4. the freedom of hanging out with my friends while being stupid teenagers
  • 5. falling in love
  • 6. hugs when i'm feeling my loneliest
  • 7. the great feeling of success after hard work
  • 8. wearing oversized warm jumpers
  • 9. thinking about life in the shower
  • 10. my imagination
  • 11. travelling
  • 12. seeing two people you ship dating
  • 13. exploring and taking risks
  • 14. birthdays
  • 15. laughing till I cry
  • 16. inside jokes
  • 17. sitting in the dark watching the stars
  • 18. dancing your heart out at a concert
  • 19. a really good book
  • 20. finding your happy place

anonymous asked:

What coffee houses would you recommend for a new lady in minnesota? Also, what is your favourite place? Currently open to traveling to anywhere around the state in exploration of beautiful places to try.

Here are some of my favorite Minneapolis coffee shops! 

Bob’s Java Hut (their cold brews are my favorite, and in my opinion – the best in Minneapolis! sip on some, enjoy a book, and relax in the company of happy pups that’ll surround you – as it’s a dog-friendly coffee joint.)

Groundswell Midway (while you enjoy your coffee, you can browse art, jewelry and smaller items created by local artists that adorn the walls. the best part of it all is that you can purchase whatever you wish. before you leave, don’t forget to check out the beautiful sidewalk poetry that encircles the coffeeshop!)

Penny’s Coffee (this is easily my most favorite place for coffee. the flavor of the coffee is fantastic, and their crepes are incredible!)

Northern Coffeeworks (it’s a new place filled with brick walls, fresh flowers, wide-open windows, and strong coffee. It’s also located to the sweetest little library and writer’s studio. I highly recommend taking some coffee to-go and heading over there. It would make for the perfect afternoon.)

Spyhouse coffee (they have four locations, and all of them have their own distinctive + artistic atmospheres. try the honey-lavender latte or the iced carmela!)

Uncommon Grounds (this cafe not only has wonderful coffee, but really great good-for-you food created with fruits and vegetables harvested from the garden right behind their place.)

I hope this has helped you, my friend. 

welcome to minnesota! :]


Japril Appreciation Week: Day 3 ⇒ A song or quote that reminds you of them 

Halo by Beyoncé 

Remember those walls I built?

Well, baby they’re tumbling down

And they didn’t even put up a fight

They didn’t even make a sound

I found a way to let you in

But, I never really had a doubt

Standing in the light of your halo

I got my angel now

Jackson Avery couldn’t understand why exactly he was feeling so angry. It was a hard emotion to pin down for a 7 year old. He just knew, that despite all the coddling his mother has been trying to do, and all the yelling his granddad had done, he had an inexplicable need to act out. 

And now here he was, at a doctor’s office, where his mom said that his behavior at school meant he’d have to talk to this doctor and tell her what was wrong. He wanted to tell her that he wasn’t sure what was wrong, so there was nothing to tell her. He hadn’t meant to push Pete off the swing. He really hadn’t. But Pete had been talking about how his dad was teaching him to play baseball and how they’d gone for ice cream after, and he hadn’t stopped when Jackson had asked him to. So, he’d pushed him, and Pete had gotten a scrape on his forehead and he’d cried real hard. Jackson had felt terrible. It wasn’t Pete’s fault he was feeling awfully angry this whole month. 

“Jackson, please stop being difficult. You’re an Avery. You can’t act out like this in public.” Catherine told him, through gritted teeth, as she dragged him along a hallway leading to the doctor he was supposed to see. 

He didn’t care much at the time that he was an Avery, it didn’t mean anything to him. He just knew he was having a particularly bad day and he needed to scream. A lot. 

“Honey, please stop screaming.” Catherine huffed, looking completely lost as to what to do with a screeching child who was kicking, arms flailing wildly as she carried him to the psychiatric ward to meet a child therapist, with as much grace as she could muster. 

“I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go!” He bent his body, and let his feet hit the floor, attempting to pull his mother to screeching halt.

“Honey, you have to. The school isn’t letting you back until the doctor says you’re… fine.” Catherine explains, in a hushed voice, both to soothe and avoid scandal. 

“I am fine!” He says indignantly, even though he knows that feeling like you’re fine means you want to play on the Nintendo instead of feeling like throwing it across the room. 

“You’re not, Jackson. And it’s okay. You’re da-" 

He screamed as loud as he could, lungs puffed out, and the veins in his throat almost popping through the thin skin. She was going to say a name he didn’t want to hear. 

"Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t bring him up. Just… please. Behave.” Catherine tried to no avail, since Jackson was still belting out high pitch yells, and she had no option but to carry him into the room. 

Maybe it was the stillness of the room itself, or the many faces that turned their way when they entered, but the moment they stepped into the room, Jackson went quiet. He looked around, observing the area with his eyes, unsure of what exactly this place was. It had bright coloured walls, and a play area a little off to the place where adults were all seated, flipping through magazines. His mother, finally looking relieved, was asked by a lady seated at a desk, to wait for some time before the doctor could see him. 

She took Jackson’s hand and led him into the play area, “Please, please, play nice." 

He turned around, a scowl permanently etched on his face, as he walked forward, kicking all the toys that lay in his path as hard as he possibly could. There were 2 kids to the right, coloring and a little girl who was playing in the toy house all by herself. He chose a spot nearer to the door, sat cross legged, and took to the task of throwing any object in his vicinity as far as he possibly could. He did this for a while, happy with the rush he got every time a toy bounced so hard it almost broke.


He stopped, a toy truck in hand, wheels almost falling off from being thrown numerous times, and looked to his right. 

"I’m April Kepner. But you can call me April. Do you want to be my husband?" 

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“ 2017 is the year of giving a fuck. I’ve spent enough time putting up walls, chuckling under my breath, viewing life through a cynical lense, looking around for fucks to give. Guess what, bebs- there are plenty of people and places and movements and ideas worth giving a fuck about!!! Straight up- like soooo many!!! My travels over the past few years have brought me all around the world and back through the biggest cities and smallest towns in America. I am excited and encouraged by the humanity I’ve seen and the beauty right under my nose. But some of us aren’t able to see these things!! Our vision is clouded or our resources limited. Our spirits have been broken and we’re down about the future. Therefore, we must lift each other up. Celebrate one another. Give our all to those we love. And before we can really do it for anyone else: we have to do it for ourselves. Easier said than done though, right? Not everyone/everything will deserve your time and energy… but you do. You are always a worthy investment. And sowing into yourself will help you be able to help build up others. Don’t forget how much power words carry, and how what we think- we can manifest. Think and say Love. Think and be creative. Be fair. Be a champion. Be prosperous. Be kind. Be beautiful. You already are. Now go out and live like it. May 2017 bring you every bit of happiness and satisfaction you can possibly stand and may peace find you wherever you are. 

 HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! Taking my second solo trip at the end 2016 was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Exploring a new place by yourself means you can do craaaaazy shit like have coconut milk ice cream and red wine for dinner at your air B&B, walk for miles until you find somewhere you wanna explore, read your book alone at the bar as you eat lunch and meet new (much older and wiser) pals, or spend New Year’s Eve doing kirtan chanting in Sanskrit for three hours at a yoga studio with total strangers. (Just a few of the highlights from the past few days). Being alone shows you what you really like, without fear of any judgement from friends, colleagues, lovers, or family. And it can also be evidence of your self-sufficiency. You can find your way back from a long hike. If your phone dies for a few hours, you can survive- no one (including you) will be truly effected. I journaled a lot and I took so many mental pictures (as well as iPhone pics). When I took my silent solo trip to Malibu last year, I wrote and recorded most of Mad Love right after. It’s a truly rejuvenating and inspiring reset. I encourage any and everyone to do it when they can. HAPPY NEW YEAR, you special special person, you! Step into your truth in 2017. Mad love, Jo. —————————- PS.- for those wondering who took the pic, lol. I took a tour of Sedona vortexes and my tour guide took this.” - JoJo on Instagram


Six Words

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The narrative behind a six word story. 

Word Count: 3.5k (sorry it’s kind of long)

Warnings: drinking, angst 

A/n: I know, I’m back from the dead. I wish I had more time to write, but I managed to write this for now. Sorry if it’s a little rusty :)

Tags: @minervaem @buchananbarnestrash @imaginingbucky @illuminationunknown @witchwhoviandemigod @aweways

Originally posted by monstacookies


“Need some help with that box?” You momentarily dropped the heavy box you had been carrying and looked up. A tall, dark-haired guy sauntered towards you, and you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“If you don’t mind, that would be great,” you managed to get out, and he smiled, the skin around his bright, blue eyes crinkling. He picked up the box you had been struggling to carry with ease, and you noticed a black ring on his finger, the color of obsidian.

“Name’s Bucky. I live in 206.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to giggle.

“I’m (Y/n), I’m moving into 208.”

“A new neighbor,” Bucky mused. “This will be fun.” He strode off with your box, and you had to walk quickly to keep up with his long stride. “So what brings you to the city, neighbor?” he asked.

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For one of my homework assignments I had to go out to a bookstore and do research on their organization and categorization. Since I’m lazy I decided to look for stores close to campus and it turns out there’s a tiny used bookstore just down the street. So my friend and I went there and oh my gosh it’s the coolest place and it smells like old books, good old books, because it’s full of old used books. The best part is, we took down a hard cover book to check the pricing (part of the research) and the original price was $22 but the store price is $15. Some books are even less than $5! 

POTIONS {Draco imagine}
Following the instructions in your book you add different herbs and such into your coldren.
“Y/a! Did you let the wormwood cool down before adding? And why are you stirring so fast?!” Snap comes around pointing out mistakes.
“Draco! Come teach y/a how to properly make Draught of living death.” Snap calls across the room.
The blind boy makes is way over to you.
“Get rid of this. This is rubbish. You need to restart."he says. Listening to him you set back up to redo it.

After he walks you through adding everything he sits down beside you placing a hand on your leg.
"Almost done.” He smiles at both of your work.
“Now turn 6 times anticlockwise and clockwise once.” He places the spoon in your hand as he helps you stir slowly.
“It says 7 times anti clockwise.” You read out of the book.
“Trust me.” He says his breath lingering down your neck.

After class you head up to the library hopping to find some books to further advance you in potions.
Grabbing a few you move down the long endless shelves.
“You know you’re good enough. Just need to know the tricks.” A voice speaks up behind you.
Turning around Draco smiles placing a few books back that you had in your hand,
“These are rubbish.”
“I will show you the best place in the library” grabbing your hand he pulls you deep inside the bookshelves getting lost as he pulls you deeper and deeper. Stopping at a dead end Draco turns around quickly pulling me close pressing his soft pink lips onto yours.
In shock you gasp. Draco takes the opportunity to begins exploring your mouth with his tongue.
You begin kissing him back now fully understanding what just happened- what is happening.
He kisses you hard. His hands roaming your body. Tangling them in your hair, grabbing your butt.t
Out of no were you press him hard agent a bookcase that lined the wall.
Drawing away from the kiss Draco smiles looking at you,
{its late and I’m sleepy so any spelling or grammar problems I’m sorry}

Playing Grown-Up

Completing my first week of my first, real job, I couldn’t help but think about how grown-up I felt.

Yet, notice I have said ‘felt,’ not ‘am.’

Entering the world of London - and the world of advertising in particular - I have been continually reminded of a point I feel is important to recognise. Although all who choose to spend their lives here in the capital have jobs and obligations such as the laundry, the bills, the dreaded London commute at rush hour… it seems to me that there are perhaps no ‘grown-ups,’ in the sense of the phrase I came to acquire meaning ’strict,’ ‘boring,’ or even ‘experienced.’ No, there are no grown-ups here. We are all just acting.

Take the latter example. I’m told that proper ‘Londoners’ don’t really raise their heads or look around inquisitively while on the underground/overground commute. Well I’m not a true Londoner. So I did.

Surrounding me were a plethora of people: I could hear faint grime issuing from one set of earphones, classical music from another; saw people reading anything from erotica, to history, to critical theory; surveyed those attempting to learn new languages; some reading the news. My list could go on. United by the monotonous obligation to commute to work at a set time, what I experienced was anything but monotony. Lives continued beyond this, beyond this 10 minute journey under the streets of London. What had been considered a boring ‘grown-up’ task has revealed itself to be a 10 minute opportunity to explore the deep, the personal, the individual. To explore what is not yet known. The grown-up suits, ties and heels I see are, therefore, just the costume of the day.

I’ll use work as the next example.  

My office is like no other, I will wholeheartedly say this. An intense, positive, family-like vibe washes over me as I step through the wooden door to Now. We don’t have an obligation to wear corporate uniform; the office space is light, airy and open with glass doors/walls so those working can also see into meetings with ease; we have quirky items (e.g. cuddly penguin) adorning the shelving display wall, and our music playlist is also goddamn incredible.

My first week with Now has been insightful, interesting and difficult … but it has also been incredibly fun. After feeling that I wasn’t productive during the first couple of days, where my time was spent learning the ropes, reading about current projects and setting myself up on various different systems, towards the end of this week I finally felt comfortable in the role, as I was given responsibility and became more active in meetings.

At Now, working life is ridiculously busy, and we work extremely hard - everybody I have met this week is so dedicated to each and every project they are involved in. We also work extremely hard together. And it is that element which I think separates my working reality from my working expectations. At 5 o’clock on Friday afternoon I was sat in a meeting discussing creative briefs for an upcoming project. I looked across the office and - as I had been warned before - there were bottles of wine and beer laid out in the office kitchen, with people already gathering to have a drink, a snack and a chat at the end of the week. Already that afternoon a bowl of Cornetto ice creams had miraculously appeared in the kitchen, and we had also all had an invite to an Olympic-themed office party happening next Thursday, where we have all been given a country to come dressed as/bring food and drink linked to. Yeah. My office is really fun. These moments are an infusion of inspiration, a morale-boosting, childish indulgence underpinning the otherwise ‘grown-up’ world of computers, emails, and £££.  

I can’t help but marvel that the week I have recently experienced is my first week as something called ‘a grown-up.’ Am I different now?

Although I still feel like myself: clueless, disorganised, erratic, clumsy … there have been moments this week I have had to stop purely to think about how independent I have forced myself to be by moving here, starting this job, living on my own for August. Searching for a flat to move into in September with my two guy friends, doing the weekly food shop and meal plan, deciding whether to/not to buy that morning coffee, going for a Saturday morning run in a new park and being followed by a small excitable dog, exploring new places alone armed with my DSLR because I can and have no restrictions, taking part in the daily commute - I’m still myself, but the situation has changed somewhat.

I’ve experienced my first proper weekend, spent it with my best friend and with some new friends, went for brunch (for the first time EVER), danced around my flat while having pre-drinks, went to a bar, went to a street-food market, read my book, cleaned, did washing, sat in a coffee shop trying to sort out some drama which has happened with my now-broken phone (FYI I will be phoneless until at least Friday so don’t expect many Instagram updates) … wanted to do so many other cultural things that I didn’t have time to do due to the latter event.

But I can only compare this weekend to what being a ‘grown-up’ must feel like. I’m not a ‘grown-up’, I will make lots of formative, baby mistakes both at work and outside work for years to come (I’m also terrified about this) but what I have experienced this week tells me that that’s okay. This is what life is like. Being a ‘grown-up’ is a mythical concept, instead I’ve realised that I am - we all are - currently ‘playing grown-up,’ and do you know what? … I quite like that phrase.

Freedom. Discovery. This is what ‘grown-up’ feels like.

- Sarah