Why is Chicago not known as the Venice of America?
This is amazing!
LOL well, we are patently not Venice in any sense other than “near a large body of water” :D I mean, we just have the one river and the lakeshore, so structurally we’re not really like Venice either. But we do have water taxis!
I’ve got to grin at the idea of Chicago trains going fast. When I went to visit about 7 years ago, I had to drastically readjust my planning for the days because the trains were soooo much slower than what I’m used to and getting around took forever. There were so many places where the EL was just crawling by, hardly faster than a brisk walk.
Yeah, it depends on where you’re going – the Red Line stops a ton, which is also part of it, but if you were here about seven years ago you were also here at the height of some intense track construction. Usually between stations, depending on distance, the trains get up a pretty good speed, but if there’s construction, even if nobody is on site, they have to go slow by law.
I’m pretty sure Pterry, though he said that Ankh-Morpork was a conglomeration of every big old city, was basing it most heavily on London; I think also the Ankh-Morport Is Built On Ankh-Morpork refers in part to some experiences he had in Seattle. Ankh-Morpork is the “city built before city planning, based on where the water and good farmland was, and now built up over itself so far that urban planning is a fever dream” which is Chicago certainly, though because of the Great Fire we are a city built both before and after city planning – we have the same weird underground systems and strange overall shape that say, Boston does, but almost the entire city (save for a few diagonals) is a grid because of how we rebuilt after the fire.
I do think Chicago is particularly suited to be a modern-day Ankh-Morpork though, between the forty miles of sealed-off underground tunnels, the river, the crazy crime, and the fact that in Chicago corruption isn’t an issue so much as a sport.
One time the entire downtown flooded because one of the tunnels running under the river sprung a leak, and since the tunnels hadn’t been sealed off properly, they filled up and leaned into the basements of every major high rise in the loop, because all of them used to have access to those tunnels for mail purposes.
That’s right: Chicago flooded from underground, without any rain.
the most abstract swedish word is “nyss” because it can literally mean a few seconds ago, a few hours ago, a few days ago, a few weeks ago, or in some situations a few months ago. i’m moving out of this goddamn country.
thank you @bitterbeebo for tagging me!!
Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 people you would like to get to know better
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Favorite Fruit: Apples all the way
Favorite Season: Summer
Favorite Book: I really can’t choose there is way too many
Favorite Flowers: Forgetmenot
Favorite Scent: Vanilla, home
Favorite Color: black
Favorite Animal: DOGGO
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: I need to to function
Average Sleep Hours: not enough
Cat or Dog Person: both are great but DOGGO
Favorite Fictional Character: either one of my OCs or Sirius Black
Number of Blankets I Sleep With: 1
Ideal Trip: the desert and as far away from civilisation as possible
Taggin’ the squad: @midnighttheglitch@spacebeany@lukasistotallynotafreak@jannethelittlestar@octopus-festivities and my buddy @hello-its-not-me-its-you
“Baby I’m so excited! It’s been way too long!”
“I know Riker, I’ve missed you so much!”
“Aw, I’ve missed you too!”
“Listen Rike, I’ve got to go, my plane is leaving in 10. I’ll see you soon!”
Together, mine and Rikers schedule was jam-packed 24/7 and we rarely got time to see each other. It had been 3 months but somehow we had managed to keep our relationship alive thank The Lord. Today I was off to L.A to stay with him and the band for a week and a half and perform numerous shows. I loved watching R5 on stage, it was where they belonged. And something about watching Riker strum his bass and jump around, getting all sweaty really got me going.
As soon as I got off the plane, Mark and Stormie met me at the private car waiting outside. I said hello to a few fans and signed some photos before waving goodbye and jumping in the car. As soon as I got to the venue, we went through the back door and went straight to the bands dressing room.
I knocked a few times and finally Ross answered the door. “Y/N!!! Aw it’s so good to see you!” “Thanks Ross, you too! How has the tour been going?” I asked, settling my bags down in the corner of the room before scanning around for Riker. “It’s absolutely amazing! Rikers in the next room getting ready, he’s so excited.” Ross explained, looking at my wandering eyes. I just smiled and nodded. “I’ll catch up with you guys after the show!”
What the heck, I’d just go in. I turned to door handle really slowly and crept in. Neon Trees were blaring out of a speaker by the dressing table and there were clothes all over the floor. In the middle of the room there was a L-shaped sofa facing forwards towards a large TV. Riker sat in the middle, phone in hand scrolling down Twitter. Creeping behind him, I put my hands over his eyes and said, “Guess who?”
He just turned his head and grinned widely. I hopped over the side of the sofa and hugged him so tight I could’ve died. “Oh my god, I missed you so much.”
We both stayed in the close knit hug for a few minutes then just stared into each other’s eyes. Rikers right hand stroked my cheek and pulled me towards him. Our lips brushed against each other’s before connecting and working together passionately. I missed his lips so much, the taste of him, the feel of his hair in my hands.
He pulled away and put his hand on my knee, tapping a little which was our signal for sit on me basically. Riker sat back on the sofa and I crawled onto his lap, putting one leg on either side of his. “We have about 20 minutes before we go on stage you know…” He muttered, looking down and stroking my thighs. “Hm.” I just put my index finger under his chin and lifted his face so he looked into my eyes. I brushed my lips against his and trailed them to his ear. “Fuck me then.”
A dark shade of brown cast itself over his usual bright eyes and he got up, picking me up with him. Walking over to the dressing room table, he set me down on it and unbuckled my shorts pulling them down my legs and throwing them into a corner. I pulled my shirt off while Riker stripped himself of his clothing. I sat back on the table and lifted my hips to remove my underwear. Riker just bit his lip and watched me, his eyes drifting down towards my wetness, slightly spreading towards my thighs. “Oh my god, I have missed this pussy so much. (Y/n) you’re so wet for me, I love it.” Riker ran a finger up my slit and put it on my tongue, groaning when I swirled my tongue around it.
I jerked him off a little and grabbed his hips, pulling him towards me and moaning out loudly when he pushed into me. “Oh fuck Riker, I missed this so bad. You feel so good.” “Mhmm, I don’t think I’m gonna last long, it’s been so long baby.”
Thrusting harder, he pulled my hair and kissed me roughly, making me reach my orgasm quicker than I ever have. “Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna cum so hard (Y/N).”
Riker pulled out and tugged at himself, and shot string after string of cum across my stomach, moaning out loud and settling his forehead against mine breathing heavily. He lifted his head and kissed me hard but romantically. “I love you so much, (Y/N). I hate leaving you for so long.”
“Me too Riker, but just think this is our welcome home gift anyway.” I just winked and got off the dressing table, going to clean myself up and get dressed. Before Riker went into the other dressing room he turned and kissed me really hard.
You and Riker were sitting together in the tour bus, the two of you checking your social media whilst the bus traveled to another part of South America. You were snuggled into his right side, both of your legs stretched out to the other seats opposite you. Riker put his phone down on the spot next to him and pulled you into his chest, resting his arms around you and watching you on your phone. Absentmindedly, you scrolled down your Tumblr, and a few fan accounts you followed had reblogged some visual smut. You paused to look at them and got a little amorous seeing couples grinding on each other and different positions on your screen.
“Whatcha looking at baby?” You heard a deep voice in your ear. You quickly scrolled down to a funny text post and turned to face Riker. He had a dark look in his eyes, and you knew he had caught you. “I-uh- just saw some stuff on my dashboard Rike, nothing much anyway are we there yet, we’ve been driving for ages!” You got up to open the sliding doors to the other half of the bus where everyone else was but a strong hand pulled you back. “You’re not going anywhere. Hey guys! Me and (Y/N) are gonna take a nap back here, can we have like an hour sleep? Thanks.” Riker called to the others and then locked the door behind him, leaving you two in a secluded sofa area at the back of the bus. He sat down and pulled you on top of him, your legs straddling his waist. “I saw your dashboard baby, and I know what you were looking at. To be honest, there’s nothing wrong with grinding you know.” He said calmly, playing with the hem of your denim shorts. You looked into his eyes as he flicked his bangs out of the way. He smiled at you and began to lightly make out with you, his hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you down against his crotch. He was extremely hard, and even through both of your jeans you could feel a relieving amount of pleasure. You pulled away from his lips and began grinding down into him.
“Actually Riker you’re right. There’s nothing wrong at all. Do you like it?” You asked, putting on the most seductive voice you could. He just bit his lip and looked down at your movements before looking into your eyes and nodding. “I love it baby, keep going fuck, please keep going.”
You sped up a little, wanting your release just as much as Riker. Low grunts came from his lips and light moans came from yours mixing together perfectly but not too loudly, considering you were supposed to be napping. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself closer and closer to your edge and you couldn’t help but grip Rikers hair and shirt and smash your lips against his as it all came crashing down on you. You bucked your hips wildly against his to get more and more friction until Riker bucked his too to meet yours three times and that was it. A grunt later and the two of you had released. Writhing the space of 5 minutes.
“Holy shit. That was so fucking good (y/n).” Riker said between catching his breath. You just nodded and rested your head in his neck, placing a gentle kiss on his neck. As soon as the two of you had actually taken a nap you woke up and got dressed straight away, getting rid of your sex covered clothes and changing into something more comfy, ready to arrive at the hotel and go to bed. Just as you and the rest of the band left the bus you felt a hand slap your ass and Riker whispered into your ear: “thank god for your tumblr.”