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There is more underneath the glass and steel of Hong Kong

When it comes to Hong Kong as a travel destination, scenes of the hustle and bustle, all kinds of cuisine and hundreds of shopping complexes probably flood your mind in a blink. No we are not going into the obvious beauty of the city. We are here to unravel the mesmerizing gem of the city’s cultural diversity. Let us freshen your vision and mind with some colorful hues!


For those who want to explore the city from an unconventional perspective, check out the HKwalls! For four years in a row, HKwalls has been making efforts to strengthen the link between art and the public space. Last year, HKwalls took place in Sham Shui Po, one of the earliest developed areas in Hong Kong. The mixed land uses and history has given the district a distinct character, making it an ideal area for the annual street arts celebrations. The festival featured 40 art pieces created by artists from 17 countries, 42 workshops, 3 free film screenings and a pop-up print exhibition.

This year HKwalls reignites the partnership with Vans as part of the Hong Kong Arts Month in Wong Chuk Hang. Unlike other events during the month, there are scattered happenings for the public to stumble upon.  Though Wong Chuk Hang may be a little far from the city centre, it is chosen for a reason. While the art and creative community has been blossoming in the industrial district, the mural art pieces and interactive programs would perfectly compliment the growth. Just remember to have your camera ready!

Feeling revitalized now? Let’s dig deeper into the city’s cultural matrix, here is our recommended guide for you.

Old Town Central

Here we go a compact experience in the culturally diverse city!

Old Town Central (OTC) refers to the rectangular shaped neighbourhood in Central bounded by Wyndham Street, Caine Road, Possession Street, Queen’s Road Central and Hollywood Road. A miniature of the big city, it hosts many must-go including heritage sites, landmarks, historic architecture, religious buildings, designer boutiques, local shops, dining and entertainment outlets. It mirrors the transition of Hong Kong from a fishing village to a British colony to a metropolitan city throughout the decades.

Possession Street

The story of modern Hong Kong began at Possession Street in 1841, where the British soldiers landed and the colonial governance commenced.  Fast forward to 176 years later, it is now the Hollywood Road Park, a Chinese-style garden.  Still, you can find a mix of nostalgic and modern shops at Possession Street.


Climb a few staircases to POHO; fill yourself with the artsy air. Surrounded by Po Hing Fong including Tai Ping Shan Street, Po Hing Street, Tung Street, Sai Street, and Upper Station Street, the up-and-coming neighbourhood is analogous to Hong Kong’s hipster village with plenty cafes, quirky boutiques and art galleries.

YMCA Bridges Street Centre & Ladder Street

You will find YMCA Bridges Street Centre and Ladder Street at the east of OTC. Constructed in 1918, the YMCA Bridges Street Centre is an architectural epitome displaying a crossover between Chinese green glazed tiled roofs and Chicago School style. Ladder Street, a Grade 1 historical building, which is made entirely of stone steps, connects Queen’s Road Central all the way uphill to Hollywood Road and Caine Road.

Man Mo Temple

At the corner of Ladder Street, Man Mo Temple is a masterpiece of long-lost traditional Chinese architectural craftsmanship. It would certainly take your breath away the moment you step in. The temple was built for Gods worshipping and as “Kung Sor” where community issues were discussed and resolved.


Go along Hollywood Road and you will arrive at PMQ, the Police Married Quarters. It has been revitalized as a creative hub where over 100 shops, pop-up stores, design studios and restaurants are nested. The mission of PMQ is to nurture local designers, provide a place for organizing exhibits and for visitors to have a taste of creative lifestyle. With this in mind, you cannot miss this place from your to-go list in Hong Kong.

Gough Street and Kau U Fong

Also known as NOHO, there is a great deal of independent boutiques and contemporary art galleries awaiting your discovery; cafes and old-style dai pai dong (cooked food stalls) ready to fill you up. Be sure to spare some time and belly for them!

Pak Tsz Lane Park

Pak Tsz Lane Park, located at a quiet square behind Aberdeen Street, Hollywood Road, Gage Street and Peel Street, is a park featuring a monument in memory of anti-Qing Dynasty activities in the late 19th century by revolutionaries from Furen Wenshe and Xing Zhong Hui. Enlighten yourself with some knowledge on Hong Kong’s role in overthrowing the monarchy in China.

Hollywood Road

One of the oldest built in 1844, Hollywood Road has evolved into a renowned art hub, accommodating numerous contemporary art galleries, antique shops and boutiques. Get your art and shopping fix here and you won’t be disappointed.

Tai Kwun

At the junction of Old Baileys Street and Hollywood Road stands a gorgeous colonial-style establishment – Tai Kwun, or “big station” in Chinese. That was how the Chinese used to colloquially refer to the former law enforcement complex. Initially where the Central Police Station, Central Magistracy and Victoria Prison were, it is now under transformation into the next talk-of-the-town hub of heritage, arts and leisure. Stay tuned!

Pottinger Street

Named after Hong Kong’s first governor, Pottinger Street is made of uneven slabs of cobblestone, and thus given the name “Stone Slab Street”. If you need ideas for your costumes and props to Halloween celebrations or themed parties, look no further, you can find everything here.

Lyndhurst Terrace

Lyndhurst Terrace is another featured spot of the Dr Sun Yat-sen Historical Trail. The old Xing Yan Lou Western Restaurant was one of the secretive bases where Dr. Sun Yat-sen and his comrades meet as well as a refuge for overseas revolutionaries during the First Guangzhou Uprising in 1895. You may be hit by some shiok buttery aroma and it probably comes from Tai Cheong Bakery, renowned for “the best egg tarts in the world” hailed by the last British governor Chris Patten.

This content was produced in partnership with Hong Kong Tourism Board.

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  • -mide = diuretics
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Sooooo I wrote a little more of the mob boss omega Rhys AU with Russian alpha bodyguard Jack so….I hope you all like it c:

Rhys is so new—new in money, new in power, new in body that it makes Jack’s breath short in his throat.

Jack, who has cut his teeth on some many men, old and blubbery and armed only with years of loyalty and manipulation to innervate arthritic muscles usually clenched around pen or pipe rather than gun or knife—Jack who has killed more than his far share of arrogant upstarts as superficially fresh-faced as Rhys—sees something more that he hasn’t seen in a long time in the young omega.

And it’s exhilarating to watch.

It’s been only a few scant months since Rhys’ father, Jack’s former boss, met his end in a busy train station with hundreds of witnesses but somehow, no leads. Rhys could have very easily been swept under the carpet of the ensuing power struggle, or killed, or worse considering his omega status, if not for Jack and his pistol stepping in the path of the bullets fixed on the back of Rhys’ head.

“If you don’t step up, зайчик, they’re going to kill you.” Jack had murmured, his hand heavy on the back of Rhys’ neck one night in the boy’s new office. The carpet is mustard yellow and stained with old spots of blood, the desk cleared of any personal affects, blank and lacquered and shining in the lamplight. Jack had felt the moment that the trembling of the boy in his too big suit and too big chair had stiffened, resolve hard as chips of ice in Rhys’ eyes as the omega looked up at him.

“All right. Let them come.”

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Jealous Hanzo or McCree?

Jealous tropes are MY JAM.  I know it’s supposed to be an unattractive trait but damn, it’s awesome.  I love me some jealousy.


Even before you and Jesse had started dating you knew he was the jealous type.  But his jealousy was as humorous as it was sweet; he didn’t get violent or even vocal about it–he only pouted like a child.  Sometimes handsy as well, but loving.  The first time you noticed he was jealous was when you were at the shooting range and Jack had made a correction in your posture, placing his arm around you to show you a better shooting technique.  Jesse had been watching you from afar after you banished him for turning a serious shooting session into playtime, but you could still see his shoulders stiffen when Jack stepped closer.  He didn’t relax after Jack left, and instead leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and mouth downturned despite the cigar that hung from it.  

So it was no surprise to you when you were chatting with a new recruit in the records office when you felt two hands come around your waist and pull you close.

“Hello, darlin’,” Jesse said, placing a kiss on your neck.  The recruit you’d been talking to wasn’t perturbed by Jesse’s sudden appearance, and when you pretended as if Jesse wasn’t there they only furrowed their brow.   You shot the recruit a glare, silently telling him to ignore you boyfriend exactly as you were doing.

“Darlin?” Jesse asked when you didn’t respond.  You continued your conversation, discussing local dining options for the recruit to take his boyfriend.  You felt Jesse’s grip tighten around your waist, trying to get your attention.  His chin rested on your shoulder, his rim of his hat brushing against the top of your head.  His fingers drummed along your sides, playing with the hem of your shirt in an attempt to irk you enough to talk to him.

Still, you had far too much fun making him miserable.  He let out a long sigh, his breath making your neck and cheek hot.  With another heavy huff he stuck out his right hand to the recruit and said, “Afternoon, the name’s McCree.”

Before the recruit could accept the handshake you swatted Jesse’s wrist, making him pull back with a hiss.  Even the recruit had to raise their eyebrows at that.  Just as you were about to part ways you felt a thumb and index finger pinch hard on your bum, eliciting a squeak from your throat.  You tried to jump forward but Jesse’s other arm kept you in place, his hand now flat on your ass.

“Jesse!” you shouted.  As you twisted your neck to face him the recruit dashed off, already seeing how red your face had gotten; they probably didn’t want to stay to find out if it was anger or embarrassment.

“Well you weren’t paying me any attention, sugar,” Jesse said.  You struggled to get out of his grip but all you could do was face him, allowing him to keep you flush against his chest.

“Well are you happy now?” you questioned.  “I’m gonna kill you, is that enough attention?”

Leaning close, his nose bumped yours, his lips still in a grin.  He purred, “Do I look like an unhappy man?”


For someone so quiet and reserved, nobody expected Hanzo to be as possessive of you as he was.  It wasn’t obvious to some, but Genji saw the way his brother stared daggers at anyone that came into your vicinity.  It was so subtle, in fact, that you didn’t notice until McCree had placed his hand just a little too low on your back for Hanzo’s liking.  He was lucky it was his robotic arm, because you were certain Hanzo’s grip was crushing as he carefully removed it from your lower back.  

Of course, you’d given him hell for doing it.  In front of McCree no less.  To a certain degree it was sweet that Hanzo was protective of you but he couldn’t go around hurting people when they touched you, especially if it was your friend and a member of the team.  He gave little resistance, and you could see in his eyes that he knew what he was doing was wrong.  After that it didn’t help that McCree would sometimes go out of his way to wrap his arms around you, all the while sending a smirk to the archer.  Once you kneed him in the crotch for getting a little too happy at Hanzo’s discomfort he stopped, and Hanzo gave a rare grin.

One evening though, as you sat on your balcony with small cups of tea, you saw a small twitch in Hanzo’s lips as you told him about a bad pickup line from a cashier.  You questioned, “Why do you get so jealous?”

He must not have been expecting the question because you saw his adam’s apple bob as he gulped.  His face wasn’t as hard to read as most thought, and you saw as he went through the initial panic from your question to worry with a creased brow, to accepting it with a sigh.  “Do you not get jealous?”

You thought a moment, wondering if you did.  Hanzo didn’t exactly get hit on in public, but you saw the looks some would give him as he walked by.  He was an attractive man, you accepted that he turned heads.  You replied, “Don’t change the subject.  I don’t go around trying to break arms if you shake hands with someone.”

A small grunt came from Hanzo’s throat as he sipped his tea.  

You prodded, “Well?”

“I have not broken any bones,” he finally admitted.

“You nearly took McCree’s arm off and started hitting him with it,” you stated with a grin.

Seeing your smile made the tension in Hanzo’s shoulders relax, his teacup clinking as it touched against the glass table.  “That American is too handsy.”

“He only does it to get a rise out of you.”

Another grunt with pursed lips.  His eyes fell on his cup as he twisted it back and forth between his middle finger and thumb.  You waited, a little impatient, for his answer while he thought.  Finally, he told you, “You are important to me, I do not want to lose you.”

Your chair screeched against the stone balcony as you dragged it next to Hanzo.  You pressed the arm right against his chair and linked your elbow with his.  With a sigh you rested your head on his shoulder.  He continued to twirl his cup.

“Why would you lose me?” you asked.  

“I have done many things in my life,” he replied, “things that make me question if I am worthy of you.”

You flinched up, facing him.  He refused to look at you, and kept his eyes on his teacup.  “You don’t think you’re worthy of me?”

His silence was answer enough.

Taking one hand you pressed it against his cheek and forced his gaze to meet yours.  “Hanzo, please don’t put me on a pedestal.  And don’t worry about what you’ve done making me love you any less.  I love you.  You have nothing to fear.”

Stretching your neck up your lips met his, tasting of the honey he’d put into his tea.  With your forehead touching his you said, “And to answer your question, I do get jealous.  I don’t like it when other people look at you sometimes.”

“What do you do then?” he asked.  His knuckles stroked your cheek, his hand going to cradle the back of your neck.

“I remind myself that you and I share a bed,” you replied, “and I make sure to leave a little mark on your neck that you never notice to prove you’re mine.”

Hanzo hummed as he kissed you again.  “Perhaps I should mark you tonight so that McCree does not touch you tomorrow.”

You smiled.  “Now that, I’m very okay with.”

Got7 as University Roommates

• sophomore
• never understands the lessons so he instead comes to you for help
• you both major in different subjects
• he’s friends with nearly everyone on the campus
• social butterfly
• never wears a shirt
• goes to the university parties mainly for the hot girls
• you have to help him into your dorm when he’s drunk at 1am
• clingy & sometimes shares bed with you so people think you both are dating
• forces you to eat organic food and drink organic tea

• senior
• angry old cat man
• cooks for you often which is the best food ever
• rambles on about the stupid freshmen (most likely bambam)
• extremely intelligent
• hits broom at the ceiling when the other neighbors are too loud
• everyone think he’s hot and so do you
• literature student
• oversleeps in which you have to wake him up sometimes
• walked in on him naked too many times

• junior
• quiet emo boy
• is really antisocial but is closer to you
• can only cook ramen noodles
• likes hugging you
• non-existing in class since he never talks
• talks a lot in private
• bumps rap music at 9 pm causing people to come knock on the door
• playboy
• every lady wants a piece of him
• probably gay

• freshman
• gets shoved into the janitors closet by mean seniors (JB)
• burns toast which causes everyone in the entire dorm area to smell it and know it was him
• dabs every second
• flirts with girls who thinks he’s like 12 and cringey
• migos plays at his dorm as he and Yugyeom dab viciously
• “hey baby girl, the party’s over here ;)”
• begs the professor for a curved grade
• doesn’t know why he’s in university
• takes like 10 hours to find one decent outfit…for the morning.

• sophomore
• serious boyfriend material
• has perfect grades in all of his classes
• gets hit on even by his female professors especially Jackson
• reads a book everyday
• dines at a local university cafe and drinks iced coffee with a book in his hand
• mature and sexy
• asks you about your day and tries to see if you need help with anything
• competitor
• is up drinking wine at 1am which irritates you since it brings the light bill up
• you secretly like him
• compares his grades to yours

• freshman
• everyone questions his sexuality
• makes you smile when you’re sad
• always hugging or cuddling with you
• laughs too loud but it could brighten anyone’s mood
• probably dating JB
• asks you for help in his classes
• thinks you’re cute
• forehead kisses
• blushes at compliments
• teachers pet
• sunshine
• makes horrible lasagna but you eat it anyway though it isn’t supposed to be brown

• freshman
• irritating
• tall giant everyone knows
• gets beaten secretly by Jinyoung
• dances entirely too much
• a shy pimp
• hit the class
• gives you piggy bank rides
• major height difference
• you steal his clothes which he thinks is cute
• whines when you don’t cook
• in university because his mom said so

Fereldan and Freemarcher “Andale” Pie

Throughout Ferelden and The Free Marches, you are likely to come across an odd name on Tavern menus: “Andale Pie.” Those from outside of this region of Thedas may be quite bemused as to what this actually is.

Andale pie, as it has come to be called, is much more of a category of food than an actual dish. Pronounced “ann-dale,” it is actually a phonetic pronunciation of the two words “and ale.” 

Ale is a very big deal through Ferelden and The Free Marches, and the vast majority of people drink it instead of water. The vast majority of Ales in this region are served “young,” that is they are served after only fermenting for a few days - a week at most. They are much weaker than Ales that we are used to in the real world. 

Additionally, each Tavern and Inn usually brews their own ales and beers, thus ensuring that each tavern will have their own unique flavor to their spirits. And thus, this has ensured that ale pies have become a staple food through this region of Thedas, especially for those who regularly dine at the local inns and taverns.

There are so many different kinds of ale pies through Ferelden and The Free Marches, that they have become condensed into one major type of dish: Andale Pie.

Throughout Ferelden and the Free Marches, you will encounter 4 major types of Andale pies, depending on the region, the season, and the available ingredients. 

These four types are: meat, fish, poultry, and vegetable. These various types are then divided into more categories depending upon the local regions, and what meats, fish, poultry, vegetables, etc are available. For example, they prefer lamb for meat and ale pies down in Dragon’s Peak, and they prefer roach and pike when making fish pies further west throughout the Hinterlands and the Arling of Redcliffe. Down in Gwaren, however, they very much prefer fish and ale pie - usually made with cod and salmon. Further up in the Free Marches, especially in Starkhaven, lamprey, eel and herring are much more popular in fish and ale pies.

What spices and ancillary ingredients are used very depend on the region. For example, in the north of the Free Marches, Antivan spices are often used - such as Sage, Rosemary, paprika, basil and Saffron. In the West of the Free Marches, Orlesian and Tevinter spices are often used, such as nutmeg, mace, rosemary, ginger, pepper and cumin. This is in addition to the normal Free Marcher spices, which include bay leaves, mint, borage, chives, caraway, parsley, marjoram, and juniper berries. In should be noted that usually only the higher end taverns include these spices, as they can be quite expensive because of their demand. Most taverns will only use one or two, and thus many taverns and inns become famous for their “house spices” (which is usually just one or two spices blended together).

Traditionally, these pies were made by braising meat in ale, and then adding a bit of the stew from the night before. Sometimes, whatever the stew was the night before would be added to the filling in the pie, thus adding extra flavor. For example, if they had made fish stew - they would make fish pie. If you wish to try this, simply replace 1 cup of the ale with your stock or broth of choice (make sure it’s unsalted, otherwise the pie will be over-seasoned)

The pastry for these pies was quite different from what we used to today. Firstly, they didn’t include sugar (that was far too expensive). Secondly, they usually used a peasant’s flour (a flour usually made out of a mix of rye, barley and oats). Lastly, they would often use ale instead of water, given that water could carry so many different kinds of diseases. A last note: salt was usually not used in peasant’s houses given its price. The exception would be people who knew how to gain their own salt (such as from hickory, minerals, or sea water).

Basic Fereldan Pastry Dough

  • 1 half mug of flour (about 200 grams or 1 cup)
  • Generous pinch of Salt (about 1 tsp)
  • One quarter mug of butter, suet, or lard (about 100 grams, or ½ cup)
  • 1 egg
  • Fresh, young ale
  1. Sift salt and flour together
  2. Chop fat into pieces.
  3. With your fingers, mix fat into the flour until it is mostly combined, and you have a very crumbly dough.
  4. Make a well in the center of the dough and add your egg.
  5. Once egg in combined, mix dough and add just enough ale to bring together a lumpy, firm dough.
  6. Mold dough into a ball and let rest for 20 minutes (in a cold place, preferably) before using.

Basic Andale Pie

  • 1 large onion
  • 1 large spoonful butter or suet
  • Enough meat, fish, poultry, or vegetables for 1 serving (roughly ½ pound)
  • 1 mug fresh ale or beer (2 cups)
  • Enough pastry for 1 pie, rolled out into 2 pieces (roughly 100 grams, or ¼ of the above recipe)
  • 1 small spoonful flour (1 tsp of corn starch flour will work nicely)
  • Any regional, local, or seasonal spices, ingredients, etc.
  • Salt (to taste)
  1. Chop your onions finely
  2. In a pot, melt your butter or fat. Once melted, add your onions.
  3. Cook your onions until they begin to turn clear. Add your meat, vegetable, fish or poultry.
  4. Cook your filling until nicely browned, then add your ale. Boil for 5 minutes or until ale has reduced by about ½ cup. Add any additional herbs, spices, or other ingredients.
  5. Cover, and allow to simmer, very low, for 1 hour, or until mixture has reduced by at least half. Season to taste.
  6. Remove a small bit of liquid from the pot. In a separate bowl, combine it with the flour until you have a smooth paste. Reincorporate this back into your pot.
  7. Once your filling has reached your desired consistency, remove from heat and allow to cool. 
  8. Line a greased single-serving pie dish on the bottom with one half of your pastry dough. Reserve the other half for the topping.
  9. Pour in your filling and top with the pastry, making sure to pinch both pastries together to seal. Cut four small slits along the top of the pastry to allow for the escape of air.
  10. Bake in a hot oven (about 400F) for about 25 minutes, or until pastry is golden brown.
  11. Serve immediately.
This year marks my 10th year as a waitress

Over the years I have developed my own internal Server’s Code

  • be exceptionally polite when dining at restaurants other than your own (and especially at your own jfc)
  • pre-bus and stack your own plates
  • ask a server for things when you know it’ll be easier on them to get it for you
  • swap stories/make pleasant convo if they aren’t busy, leave them the fuck alone if they are
  • leave positive comments if there’s a space/form to do so, write encouraging words on receipts
  • never get shitty or mad at a server if you have to send food back or it’s not tasty
  • minimum tip is always 20%, if there’s a tip jar you always leave at least a dollar, no matter how brief the interaction
  • extreme kindness to all bussers, hosts, waiter’s assistants, bartenders, baristas, cooks/line cooks/literally anyone who crosses your path
  • wink/nod/bittersweet look at the other long timers/lifers
  • always stick together, defend fellow servers at all costs
  • food service workers are literal angels
  • fast food, deli counter, fine dining, neighborhood cafe, local, franchise, corporate, global, whatever
  • literal angels on this earth
Fake Husband

Pairing: Rivamika
: AU Modern/Urban
: Action/Drama/[paranormal?]

Synopsis: The Ackerman clan since ancient times been a family of protectors that save guarded a secret so secret, that Levi, an Ackerman himself, has no knowledge of what it is. Rumor  has it that discovering it would give the recipient the powers of a god. Is Mikasa truly the key to discovering this secret? Well, but before all that Levi needs to fake a marriage with her before someone else kidnaps her in order to find out themselves!  

A/N: Please don’t judge my writing based on this plot. I came up with it solely so I can have an excuse to fulfill the “fake dating/marriage” trope. Also I’m shoving some Hanji in your face because it’s her/their birthday recently, So yeah. Everything is Hanji themed, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules. Please enjoy anon and thank you for submitting this request!

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anonymous asked:

Opinions on Jack being awkward af at normal dancing but being radical af at ballroom dancing?

this is really cute!! i was thinkin abt this all day at work and it kinda became a mini-fic? but it still counts as opinions i guess!

Jacques Laurent Zimmerman. Five years old with the balance of a nine month old. When on the ice he’s impossible to stop, never stumbling or tripping, standing rooted to the ice when pushed. But on dry land it’s another story. By his fourth birthday there was a permanent scar on his forehead from the amount of times he’d tripped and slammed his head against the corner of tables or ran face first into the glass sliding door leading out to the back yard.

Bad Bob was nothing short of delighted, boasting to his teammates about how his boy was born for the ice, his little ‘ours polaire’. Alicia, not so much. She was in the habit of reading too many parenting books, which ended up doing more harm than good when Jack wasn’t hitting his ‘milestones’. After a hurried talk with her mother and a flick through the phone directory, there was only one thing for it: ballroom lessons.

Tiny little Jack in a shirt and tie, blushing hot when he must hold the hand of the girl with the long blonde hair, stuttering out soft little squeaks of ‘pardon’ every time he steps on her toes.

Two years later, he’s a pro. Twirling around the dining room of a local hotel with his best friend Maisie, they won every award in their age category. He loved dancing, he loved being able to hear a song and move perfectly in time, to take his mothers hands after she’d had a bad day and dance around the kitchen with her, scolding her gently when she mis-steps.

When he was ten years old he had to make a choice. Hockey practice was beginning to interfere with his dance lessons and visa versa. He cried when he had to tell his teacher he wasn’t coming back, but at least he wouldn’t get bullied for sport.

Fast forward to the Q. Kenny laughed at him as Jack attempted to shake his now awkward, jerky hips along to a Shakira. The alcohol coursing through his veins made it okay though, he played up his terrible dancing just so Kenny would laugh more, falling back flat on his back when he lost his balance half way through a slut drop.

He often tried out his moves at a kegster, no matter how many times Shitty warned him against his, one could always find Jack Zimmerman in some corner learning how to nae-nae or twerk, and disgracing the world of dance as he did. Limp wristed and stiff hipped, he was guaranteed to elbow some poor volleyball player in the face as he threw his arm out.

It wasn’t until the wedding that he finally got to showcase his talent. Moo-Maw dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor for a waltz, and before she knew it, she’d been dipped and twirled and lifted in various ways a woman of her age shouldn’t be. Bitty cried, he’d finally just managed to become fluent in French, and now he’d have to learn to dance.

In hindsight though, it was probably for the best that an ass like that couldn’t twerk, bittys oven couldn’t withstand many more lust fueled stress pies as it was.

Inkaterra La Casona - Cusco, Peru

Inkaterra La Casona is a colonial era manor house, that has been transformed into a luxury hotel. It is thought to be the first Spanish construction in Cusco, and is located just near the city center. The rooms of the hotel surround a beautiful courtyard, where guests can relax and dine, after visiting the local villages and valleys. 

Five handpicked restaurants to try on the Great Southern Touring Route

Sometimes a good holiday is about time well spent between dining experiences. From local produce to, seasonal sought culinary delights -  when driving the great southern touring route -  there’s plenty of options to stop and enjoy the cuisine.

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Untitled Crimson Peak Fic

AN: Untitled for now, if you have any suggestions, they will be gratefully received.

I really don’t have time to write this but the trailer, inwhich Thomas Sharpe doesn’t appear to be the primary antagonist (if at all), neatly dovetailed with this idea I’d been playing with, and once I got home last night, I couldn’t stop writing this. I literally stayed up until 5am.

I’m setting this in the 1890s because from what I know of the Victorian era (which to be honest, is a fair bit) everything, from the dresses, suits and nightdresses, to the plumbing and the lift/elevator, seem to fit that decade best.

Synopsis: Crimson Peak had been restored and is opening as a holiday destination. Katherine (Kate) Blunt is a travel writer who is reviewing the place, but she’s plagued by bad dreams and ghostly apparitions.

As things progress, it seems that she has been singled out for something, but what? And is the ghost, who seemingly follows her every move, there to harm her, or help her? Is she losing her mind, or is Crimson Peak really home to evils Kate has never dreamed of?

Chapter One

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