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I Don't Wanna Be In Love (Chapter One) {Trixya} - Palace

A/N: Hi! So here is my new series, I’ve been working on this since November and its fair to say writers block got the better of me, but this idea has been burning in my head for a while now so I wanted to persevere with it.

Just a heads up before this starts, the uploads for this are most likely going to be extremely slow as I have lots of uni work coming up and I’m about to start an eleven week teaching placement, however, having said that every chapter should be a decent length. So you may have to wait for the next chapter, but, it’ll be a decent fill when you get it :)

This fic will follow cis girl Katya and Trixie through their years at college, following their developing relationship and the struggles they will endure together.

——- This represents a change in POV, it’ll switch between Trixie and Katya quite frequently but I’ll make it obvious who we’re focusing on each time it does.

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Thoughts on India

This is a bit of a jumble because it was taking too long to compose it nicely:

My first month of travel has been amazing. India has been full of surprises. It’s been hot, noisy and smelly with extremes of beauty and nastiness all in the same place. Gorgeous buildings soaked with urine and beautiful landscapes dotted with rats and rubbish.

Our main challenges have been getting between places and dealing with the bustle and pollution. The heat hasn’t been unbearable but I’m glad we’re not staying for when it gets even hotter.

My favourite parts have been seeing the elephant in Udaipur, the Taj Mahal, the sunset from the toy train in Shimla and making friends at hostels! The thing I’ll miss most about India is the masala chai; I’ll have to learn how to make it when I get home and then I can show everyone how delicious it is (especially my best friend Jo).

I like how people take their shoes off anywhere or just sit on the pavement in India: two things that I always want to do back home but it’s not really acceptable.

I think it’s resoundingly unfair that it’s shameful for girls to show their shoulders or legs and yet it’s perfectly acceptable for the men to whip their little cocks out and piss all over the pavement. I saw men lying in the sun, completely naked, in Varanasi.

The whole issue of sexism in India is real. We met a girl in Delhi who was researching the social demographics of gender in India for her phD. She told us there was a real problem with abortions of girls and in some parts of the South, girls are still being killed at birth. We noted that in any public area, the number of men always vastly outweighed the number of women. India is like going back in time a hundred years, some people have said.

I’d been thinking I wouldn’t revisit India because unless it’s an amazing place, I’d rather go somewhere new than somewhere twice, but my opinion’s changed in the last week. I’d come back with my friends so we could blaze and so they could see all these crazy beautiful places. So many people blaze in India. I never knew it was such a big thing!

I’d also go to the south of India, Goa, Pushkar and Jaisalmer. A desert trip in Jaisalmer is the only thing in India I regret not doing.

I’d actually considered leaving India early after not liking Jodhpur and Jaipur, but they’re the only two places we’ve been that I wouldn’t revisit. The change of pace in Shimla was much needed. I was expecting Delhi to be crowded and dirty like Jodhpur and Jaipur but it was actually very clean and open, although Old Delhi was closer to what I’d imagined.

Now I’m really really looking forward to getting into Nepal and being in a more relaxed environment. I’m looking forward to vast green spaces; Rajasthan was very dry and sandy. I’m ready for a new culture!

Yuri on Ice fic preview because oh God I’m so tired why not someone please put me out of my misery, please

So if you follow me on twitter, you may have seen that I am writing a Yuri on Ice fan fiction and that it is k i l l i n g me because it is 118 pages. So I thought, why not share the pain. Keep an eye out. I’m posting this before the end of February if it kills me. 

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we walked for 1.5 hours to find the musée picasso but it was definitely worth it