look at how pretty she was

Sweet Tooth (To Kill a Macaroon)

Summary: Your best friend is Natasha Romanoff, and she’s known to break hearts of many admirers in her wake. When you start working at a local bakery with a blue-eyed baker who has fallen for her, you do what it takes to make sure they both get the sugary-filled romance they deserve. However, things get a little complicated when your own feelings get in the way.  

Pairing: Baker!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU

Word Count: 1,105

Part 1

A/N: For @theassetseyeliner ‘s writing challenge. Thank you all so much for the love and support for the first part of this series. You all have rendered me speechless with your wonderful messages and comments. You guys are the best :)

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

“I hate you”

“You don’t hate me.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you haven’t kicked me out of your apartment yet.”

You groan dramatically as you let yourself fall on the bed, your eyes staring up at the ceiling. “I still can’t believe you volunteered me to work at the bakery,” you mumble under your breath. Thanks to Natasha boasting about your love of baking, you find yourself earning a job at Barnes’ Bakery as a baker assistant. Quite honestly, you feel stressed since you need to juggle between college and work now, something you’re not prepared for.

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The Novel (M)
  • Type: writer!Jimin AU; smut; one-shot
  • Pairing: Jimin x fem!reader
  • Words: 5,293
  • Warnings: language; explicit sex: anal, oral, dom!Jimin
  • A/N: This is for my tía @txmonkeyy   Enjoy my second fic revamp!

A woman’s body is like a delicate flower: it deserves to be treated with utmost care and tenderness.

Wow, this is terrible. The words in front of my face no longer felt like separate words, they had merged into one colossal clump of misery, spelling out failure in my coffee-stained notebook. I had been trying to write this particularly romantic scene of my erotic novel for a very long time but it seemed I had plunged right into a bottomless pit of despair and clichés.

A woman’s body is sacred-

Fuck, this is ridiculous. The entirety of this goddamn novel is beyond ridiculous, I’ll admit. But give the people what they want, right? And apparently, poorly written pseudo kinky smut with terrible and badly explained backstory is what people want these days, I guess. Literature is dead and it has been for a while. E.L. James didn’t take the stab at it but she sure as hell was that last nail in its coffin.

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anonymous asked:

How would Steve and Bucky react to Tony having to socialize at a party or ball and an alpha getting all over Tony but tony being oblivious? Or tony becoming friends with an alpha that quite obviously wants him but also being completely unaware and continuing to be sweet and helpful?

Remember how I said there wasn’t gonna be Sunset Bain? Yeah I lied just because of this ask.

Because Sunset Bain is super fucking charming, but rarely shows up to Rogers functions because she hates them as much as they hate her, Steve, Bucky, and Sarah don’t even think to tell Tony that she’s fucking evil incarnate on par with Obadiah. And Sunset knows this as soon as they see her before their eyes all dart to Tony, trying to figure out who will get to him faster.

It’s Sunset.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Tony lies because oh God how could his husbands not tell him about Sunset Bain, she’s talking like someone of very high standing. Sunset’s red lips twist into a smirk because she knows it’s a lie. If Tony had heard a lot about her, he wouldn’t be smiling so guilelessly. “And I have heard so much about you,” she replies, which isn’t a lie at all. She’s only sorry she didn’t have a chance to sink her claws into Tony before he was married. She glances down at Tony’s dress. It’s very finely made. She would have liked to rip it to shreds. She can’t imagine anything she’d have enjoyed more than to steal this little idiot from the Rogers.

Surprisingly, she enjoys the conversation she has with Tony, talking about clothes and fabrics and–a woman named Serena who makes delicate underclothes, how interesting. Sunset’s eyes drift over Tony’s body again, imagining what he’s wearing beneath his dress. Truly a shame that she hadn’t caught Tony first; he’d look so pretty writhing on her knot.

Steve gets his arm around Tony’s waist and glares at her, pulling Tony up against his side. “Sunset.” “Prince Steven,” Sunset replies, syrupy sweet, and Steve’s lip curls up in disgust. “Steven!” Tony says, patting his chest excitedly. “We were talking about Wakandan silk! Sunset says she knows how I can get some!” Steve swallows down a growl, but the smile on his face is ugly. “Well that’s just lovely, Anthony.” Sunset smirks, reaches out to touch Tony’s shoulder and watch as Steve struggles not to snarl at her. “I’ll be in touch, darling. We’ll get you some silk.” “Oh, that would be wonderful,” Tony sighs happily. Sunset gives Steve one last smirk before leaving.

(“You can’t be alone with her again,” Bucky insists angrily. Tony frowns, hurt and confused. “But… why–” “She’s a fucking snake, Tony,” Steve spits. “She was lying to your face the entire time!” “…You mean she doesn’t know where I can get some Wakandan silk?” Bucky lets out a growl that makes the hair on he back of his neck stand on end. “Tony. Forget about the silk. We’ll barter with T’Chaka. Just stay away from Sunset.” “She was perfectly pleasant with me!” Tony exclaims defensively. “You’re just jealous that another alpha was paying attention to me! I’m allowed to talk to other people! That’s what I was raised for!” Steve’s growl is more like a roar and it makes Tony stumble backward in terror. “DO NOT. SPEAK TO HER. AGAIN,” Steve orders, all bared teeth and angry eyes.

Bucky winces as he watches Tony’s bottom lip tremble before he turns and runs from the room. “…Nice, Steve.” Steve snarls again. Bucky has to let himself be thrown onto the bed, belly up and neck bared for him to calm down. When they go out to look for Tony, Rhodey meets them at the door and says, “Nice going idiots how did you ever manage to woo him.” That… hurts more than they’d like to admit.)

((Pepper intercepts Sunset on her way to approach Tony. “Marchioness Bain,” she says demurely. Sunset forces herself not to sneer at her. She doesn’t know how Pepper fits into the ranks here. “Yes?” Pepper leans in, friendly smile still in place. “If you have any designs on Prince Anthony I will follow you home and rip you limb from limb, ending with tearing your head from your neck, and then I will eat your fucking heart.” Sunset goes pale but doesn’t want to admit defeat yet. “And just who are you to–” “If you keep talking I will take the time to rip your nails out one by one before tearing your arms off,” Pepper continues quietly. “I will use your hair to weave a belt and wear it every day as a reminder that I killed you and I will wear it proudly. I will protect Tony at all costs and if that means murdering Prince Steven or James then so be it. You are not even on my radar of important people, Marchioness Bain. I would tear through an army to keep Prince Anthony safe.”

Sunset takes a step back, shivery with terror, and nearly trips over a wheelchair. “Oh!” “Hi,” Rhodey says pleasantly. “You’re going to tell me how to get Tony some Wakandan silk and then you’re going to leave.” Sunset nearly stutters. “I–I will do no such thing!” “Pepper, kill her,” Rhodey replies immediately. Sunset sputters when Pepper reaches toward her belt. “I mean–of course I’ll do such a thing!”

Once they’re sure she’s left, Rhodey rolls off to go write a letter to T’Chaka and T’Challa about the fact that someone is selling silk from their country illegally and Pepper makes her way back to Tony. Tony leans in toward her. “Is it taken care of?” “I really wish you wouldn’t make me threaten people,” Pepper sighs. “But you’re right. She gives me the creeps.” “I’m pretty sure my uterus shriveled up and died the first time she looked me up and down,” Tony admits quietly. “If I can’t have children I’m blaming it on her and having her executed.” Pepper can’t help the bark of laughter that bursts from her.))

(((“You knew the entire time?!” Steve sputters angrily. Tony draws himself up straight. “Of course I did! I’m not an idiot, Steve! I know the way alphas leer when they want something and don’t care what they have to do to get it!” All the fight leaves Steve immediately, and he trudges over to draw Tony into his arms. Tony reluctantly allows it, but only because Steve’s hands are shaking. “You have to understand,” Bucky insists helplessly. “Sunset Bain is the worst and we didn’t have time to warn you, could only watch as she approached you. She could have twisted your words and made you look like a fool. She’s been doing that to us for years, even during the war, until Duchess Margaret cowed her. Even Sarah couldn’t control her. We were just so scared for you.” Tony frowns, reluctantly lifting his hands to hug Steve back. He’d sensed that Sunset was awful, but he’d never thought about how much she had hurt his husbands in the past. Maybe he’d find out what she’d done to them.

When he feels Steve trembling, though, he wonders if he really wants to.)))

anonymous asked:

I’m scared and I need someone to prove me wrong. If BB is going to be canon, why is S*n thrown to Bl*ke’s side for like a whole season? Like, isn’t this what Bryke did for Korr* and As*mi before? Throwing them together whenever they get the chance? Isn’t that what they’re doing to Bl*ke and S*n? Also, what’s up with writing a song for those two? And another thing is, why are they even hinted in Chibi? And why does Bl*ke had to reciprocate and say “My Hero” to him? (1)

Anonymous said:

Why are they writing it as if he is trying to make her parents like him? They are starting to write canon as BS while all BB got was Arryn and Barbara (who aren’t the writers) and Jeff (who wrote that damn song for “fun”). Not any way canon except for the fact that she jumped in to save Blake from Adam. Which she did the same for Ruby in her trailer. (2)

Anonymous said:

Which makes it looks like that the BS shippers are right that Y*ng would do it for anyone making Bl*ke no one special and making her losing an arm as her fault for being fiery and impatient at the heat of the scene. :( i don’t know anymore… (3)

well volume 4 was pretty much a big demonstration of how Blake and Sun don’t get along and how their dynamic doesn’t work (on top of that he’s not built up as an endgame romance because he’s an empty character with no development or characterisation except ‘stalk pretty faunus girls’) - so putting the nail in that coffin more or less. the show also makes it pretty clear that throughout volume 4, despite Sun being around, Blake is constantly thinking about Yang and the others - she gets a significant look at a couple on the ship, followed by a wistful stare into the distance, yet is annoyed by Sun’s presence and very clearly didn’t want him around. her reaction to him getting stabbed in the shoulder was to immediately think about what happened to Yang. compare how following that, she stayed 3 feet away from him minimum while he was unconscious and bandaged up, to how she reached out and held Yang’s hand in 3x12 - the scene also makes it more than clear that she was thinking about the others over him throughout the entire time he was unconscious

hell, she outright says she loves RWY more than she loves anybody - ‘anybody’ includes him. hell, she even makes it clear that the reason she left was for them, she doesn’t say “this is why i left” in general, or “this is why left you”, including Sun in the group of people she left behind. the only people she left that matter are RWY.

if we even look at her dynamics with other characters, it can even be read that she cares more about Ilia than she does about Sun, given she actively kept Ilia’s presence in the character short a secret from him despite his declaration of revenge

this show isn’t LoK, Miles and Kerry aren’t Bryke - they’re not going to do things the same way; especially as it seems the only reason Sun was really around for volume 4 is the same reason he was there in volume 1, because the narrative needed Blake to Faunus exposition

the song ‘for’ Blake and Sun has Blake’s part outright refer to Sun as a friend and the lyrics are pretty much in line with their arguing across the volume; Blake’s haunted by the past, Sun is of the opinion that she should just forget about it because ‘it doesn’t matter anymore’ - and then there’s the rap part where he goes full on “Every Breath You Take”

Chibi doesn’t really hint it any more than it does Blake/Yang (which had numerous skits in the first season while Blake and Sun in season 1 - when Yang and Blake obviously didn’t interact at all in volume 4; season 2 has Blake and Sun interact more which probably indicates there’ll be less of it in the show proper as a result)

as for why they’re writing it like Sun’s trying to get Blake’s parents to like him; he’s just an eager to please idiot, it doesn’t mean anything

as for ‘jumping in to save Blake’ and reducing it to just that moment and “Yang would do it for anyone” (when the only other example is jumping in to save her sister, who is obviously deeply important to Yang, come on) completely removes it from the context, completely ignoring the dynamic they have as well - following the Mercury incident, Blake makes it clear that she’s worried that’s what happened to Adam is happening to Yang, highly implying Yang is as important to Blake as Adam used to be. and then there’s the fact that anyone could have found Blake there and jumped in, and Yang could have jumped in to save anyone she cared about - but the fact is it wasn’t anyone; Yang found Blake and jumped in the save her (and Adam’s dialogue specifically uses the term ‘love’, instead of ‘care about’; it’s a deliberate dialogue choice) - and then Blake saved Yang. the whole thing proved further just how important they are to each other and how much they care for each other; coupled with the numerous parallels Yang and Blake’s dynamic is given to the other romantically inclined dynamics - Pyrrha and Jaune get constant parallels, and way back in the Emerald Forest, Blake acted to ensure Yang was her partner, much like Pyrrha acted to get Jaune and Nora for Ren

Blake and Sun have nothing by comparison, because they so rarely hang out and volume 4 was mainly about Blake thinking about RWY (with specific focus on Yang). she barely seems to even like him and if given the option will not hang out with him (see in volume 2 where she bails on numerous conversations with him) - they don’t have a developed, understanding dynamic and there’s no real romantic buildup; even if it does happen, it wouldn’t last

Reveling in Richonne

#89: The Cat pt. 2 (7x12)

You know how the golden rule is; Don’t try the Grimes Boys in front of Michonne? Well there’s another golden rule, that Jadis learned firsthand in this scene, and that is; Never come for Michonne or anything that belongs to Michonne in front of Rick. 👏🏽💯

So Rick is in front of Judas Jadis and they’re back to negotiating cuz apparently 60+ guns isn’t enough for them. 🙄Jadis does her pretty wack negotiating routine and she’s clearly irritating Rick but he still tries to keep things calm.

(Side note: You know how in TV and movies they have those moments where someone has the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other shoulder? 

This gif above made me realize that it low key looks like Michonne is the angel on Rick’s shoulder and then there’s Rosita on the other side, sort of representing the more angry approach Rick can take with these trash people where as Michonne represents the more diplomatic approach. And we can see which one he’s leaning towards.) 

But where this chick, Jadis, really messed up is when she tells Rick she also wants the cat back as part of the deal. This was when all bets were off, literally. 😋

Both Rick and I were personally offended when she asked for that cat lol. Like I heard her bring up the cat and was like…

Originally posted by tonitamar

It’s funny that everything else in this negotiation was annoying Rick cuz it was an inconvenience, but asking for the cat back is what crossed the line. Like this was when it got personal and he was #overit. There was no way on earth that he was going to give back his wife’s gift.

I was like Jadis, honey, this was literally the worst time to ask for that cat because my babies are fresh off a honeymoon where they literally fell more in love than the already deep love they had to begin with, so if you couldn’t try them before you really can’t try them now.

Plus, Jadis knows good and well she didn’t even care about that cat, with all the other junk her and what I call the Garbage Patch Kids have around there. She was literally just trying to try it. 🙄

But that’s where she went wrong cuz once you throw in something even remotely involving Michonne, you’re no longer dealing with a cordial Rick. I love that anything that has to do with Michonne always seems to evoke some type of passionate response from Rick.

Originally posted by hardyness

(Side note: The steely ruthless look Rick is giving Jadis in this moment made me really realize that Rick and Michonne absolutely had to have some type of spark or something special between them right from the beginning. 

Cuz even when R&M were strangers and at odds, he never looked at her with this same harshness he’s giving Jadis. Like R&M’s looks were definitely intense but there was always this hint of intrigue and captivation behind each look as well. Basically their looks, even in the beginning, always had a dash of this 😍  behind it)

And so we learn that, according to Rick, Jadis having the audacity to even mention wanting the cat back now equals double the guns and keeping the cat. 😂👌🏽

I love that he was so adamant about keeping that cat. 😊 Like it wasn’t even a question. And I love that he raised the number of guns, cuz yes they need as many guns as they could keep, but I feel like he also did this partly to make sure Jadis was aware of how much she tried it.😋

Also, I love that the writers decided that, in an episode that was practically a Richonne bottle, it would be something Michonne related that triggered this deal with Jadis.

Like this is a Richonne moment because Michonne is still indirectly involved and influencing the situation. And because Rick just felt like such a husband who was not going to let anyone even remotely try his wife. All the way here for it. 🙌🏾

And then once Rick establishes the deal he tells Jadis the title of the episode, “Say Yes” cuz Homeboy is a boss. 👌🏽It was such a great moment to see that Rick Grimes is back and is no longer that 7A broken Rick.

It’s also funny cuz throughout the whole episode we were mainly seeing that gentle, in-love side of Rick, so this scene served as one of those reminders that Rick still ain’t one to play with, especially if you come for the person he’s in love with.

Like Rick and Michonne constantly remind you that they can be all lovey dovey whilst still being the baddest to ever do it. We got us a TV couple who can do both. 👌🏽💯😊

But anyway, the moral of this story is that Jadis needed to get her life. (And this still wasn’t even the most trying thing she did this season 🙃)

This was yet another illustration of how when you come for Richonne it doesn’t ever end well for you. Cuz what everyone eventually learns is that you’re not dealing with an average couple when it comes to these two. 👑😊

Originally posted by thewdead


Qrow Branwen in every episode: V4 E8 A much needed talk

“Look, I had the same questions, too. But ol’ Ozpin would always put his foot down. ‘We can’t cause a panic’. Heh, can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that. Salem’s smart. She works from the shadows, using others to get what she wants, so that when it comes time to place the blame, we can only point at each other. She’s trying to divide us - humanity, and so far she’s done a pretty damn good job. ” 

tatums-a-penguin  asked:

Hi! I really love your imagines and headcannons I was wondering if I could have a headcannon, where Tom Holland is dating a Samoan girl? Please 😊

  • We all know how soft Tom is and how touchy feely he can get sometimes but boy didn’t he love holding you close to him
    • Any chance he could, arms would be around your waist, shoulders, and his favourite thing was you gliding our hands over his shoulders 
    • Especially in front of other people he he’s like daMN right she’s mine
  • He would love meeting your family and learning new traditions that you’ve done your whole life
  • He would ask you to teach him how to say specific words in different languages and then would try his best to use them wherever and whenever he could
  • He would pick out clothes if you were shopping with him that he thought would look good on you
    • Like colours that he linked with the colour of your eyes, hair and skin
    • “Babebabebabetrythison pleeassee”
  • The holidays he would take you on to Samoa would pretty much consist of you showing his around and explaining the history and other things to him, and he would be so swept away by everything 

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rennoftheraven-clan  asked:

SO. If you happened to have a Mouse Girl part 4 plan in mind at all that would kinda maybe be amazing and I would also possibly love it lots, pretty please?

P1 P2 P3

“Thanks again for letting me borrow the truck, Doc,” Waverly smiles as she loads the final box into the back. “I should be able to have it back to you by Monday.” 

“Don’t even worry about it,” Doc hums, handing over the keys. “You sure you and your gal are gonna be able to handle all of this stuff?” 

Waverly chuckles at that, shrugging her shoulders. “We’ll get by,” she responds, glancing over her shoulder to find the girl in question walking toward them, a large travel cage in hand. “Besides, the homestead is only about a four hour drive, we’ll stay the night there before we go to get her settled in Portland.”

“Just be safe, Wynonna and I will meet you in Portland with your car,” he smiles, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Between you and me, Dolls is surprising her there.” 

“That’s awesome! You guys haven’t gotten to see him in months since he went in for training,” Waverly grins, hugging him tightly. She’d known how lonely the two had gotten without their other partner and it warmed Waverly’s heart to know that they would get to see Dolls after so long. 

“What’s all the cuteness for?” Nicole chuckles, standing next to them with the mice held carefully in her strong arms. “What I miss?” 

“Nothing much, just something that’s gonna surprise Wynonna this weekend, I’ll tell you about it in the car,” Waverly smiles, pulling away from Doc to open the truck door. “Are our babies doing okay?” 

“They had a little squabble while I was packing up their food and stuff, but they seem to be okay now,” Nicole hums, settling the cage in the back seat, pulling the seat belt across the cage to secure it. 

“They’ll be cranky because the cage is smaller and they can’t find their sleeping spot, but that’s pretty normal,” Waverly says mostly to herself as she peeks in on their little brood, seeing them cuddle comfortably in a corner. 

“You two best be on your way if you want to make it to the homestead before dark,” Doc says behind them, a slight smirk on his lips. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Waverly replies, pulling the truck keys from her pocket, jumping when Nicole snatches them away. “Hey!” 

“I don’t trust your driving,” Nicole teases, holding the keys up above her head, snorting when Doc starts chuckling. “Or I should say, I don’t trust your road rage.” 

Doc walks away then, laughing about how cute they were, leaving Waverly to fend for herself against her much taller girlfriend. “I’m not even that ragey!” 

“You chased down a car after they cut you off just to cuss them out,” Nic smirks, pulling away from Waverly, looking smug. “I’m driving, get your cute ass in the truck.” 

“Fine,” Waverly huffs, watching her go around to the other side before she climbs in herself. “But I get to pick the music.” 

“Okay baby,” Nicole smiles and they’re on their way. 


“I can’t believe I’m going to meet your aunt and uncle,” Nicole breathes out, her eyes flickering across the road sign reading out that they only had ten more miles until they reached Purgatory. 

“Please, Curtis and Gus aren’t anything to be nervous about, they’re actually pretty excited to meet you,” Waverly says softly, shifting to smooth her hand over Nicole’s thigh.

“If you say so,” Nic murmurs, unconsciously gripping the wheel tighter. She’s never been good at meeting family, even seeing her own made her nervous sometimes.There were always too many variables, too many ways things could go wrong.

“Babe, I promise they’re going to love you,” Waverly hums softly, squeezing Nicole’s thigh gently, shifting to press a kiss to Nic’s cheek. “Wanna hear something crazy?” 

“Sure,” Nicole smiles softly, allowing herself to relax a bit. 

“That we went to the same University for four years and only met eight months ago,” Waverly chuckles softly, resting her head against Nicole’s arm. 

“That is pretty crazy,” Nicole smirks, shaking her head a bit. “Crazy that you could keep your hands off of me every time we passed on campus.” 

“You’re an ass, I didn’t even know you then,” Waverly points out, poking Nicole’s thigh gently. 

“Perhaps not, but I caught you checking me out a few times when I was working in the cafe,” Nicole teases, glancing at her girlfriend. 

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Waverly snorts, pulling as they start up the drive. “We’re here.” 

Send me things?

The End of the Beginning

I woke several times during the early hours of the morning and checked my phone for messages in the aftermath of yesterday’s awful news. I buried my head in the bedclothes, and ignored the world until I absolutely had to leave. I did get up eventually, and wandered down the road to a nearby supermarket to buy lunch.

The day passed without incident. As is usual, I cannot impart anything worth reading, because it crosses all sorts of professional lines. I can tell you about the German gentleman that spotted my bullet journal on the table, and exclaimed audibly about it - picking it up, and showing it around everybody else in the session.

“Look at this! It’s amazing! It looks like it is printed! Tell me - how do you write such writing?”

I shrugged, and smiled at the pretty oriental lady opposite.

“I take care ?”

She broke into a huge grin.

“Why does my notebook not look like yours?”

“He told you - he takes care!”

We grinned at each other. I bet she had a beautifully written bullet journal hidden in her bag. I was just glad she had my back.

After the work day finished, I wandered back across the road to the hotel, changed from work clothes into a pair of jeans and a polo shirt, and wandered off in the direction of downtown Frankfurt. A search of Google Maps had turned up a few potential places - one of them an Irish bar opposite the railway station.

You when you walk into a place, and there’s just something about it ? That happened to me this evening. The bar could very well have been a real-world recreation of the Irish bar I frequented in “Second Life” for a few weeks of evenings earlier this year. A bubbly member of bar staff strode straight up to me, smiling. She looked a little like Kylie Minogue, and spoke almost perfect English. The place was called “O'Reillys”, and is probably much like every Irish bar the world over, but to me it was a welcome reminder of home.

Within moments I had been shepherded to small table in the corner next to two German women on a night out. While they chattered endlessly about this and that (I have no idea, such is my lack of understanding of a single word of German), I sipped an amazing pint of Guinness, and filled my face with perhaps the best burger I have eaten in quite some time. I am half tempted to return late one evening while here, because apparently they do karaoke. Standing with an improbably large glass of beer while watching drunk people attempt to sing is strangely enticing.

I sat quietly in the corner of the bar, and watched the serving staff go about their jobs. A taller server with long brown hair lifted an impossibly full tray of drinks into the air with one hand, and stood examining a map of tables, solving the “Travelling Salesman Problem” in her head before setting off. Her strength amazed me - I struggle to carry a round of tea and coffee for the office single-handed - how she hefted perhaps ten or twelve pints of beer into the air so easily is a mystery to me.

After leaving I called home, and talked to the children while picking my way across endless road junctions en-route to the hotel. I heard about Miss 13’s trip to the minor injuries clinic - the first of many projected with a rugby career ahead of her - and all about her hamming it up in school with crutches. Always the drama queen.

It’s now approaching 8pm, and I’m sitting in the hotel bar for the first time, sipping at my second wheatbeer while watching the german equivalent of MTV, and people watching. It’s amazing how much you can pack into an evening when you’re on your own.

The barman is African, and seems to be holding down every job in the place - serving customers, running to the kitchen, settling bills, and so on. Sitting next to the bar are two german businessmen, laughing loudly at each others tales, while gesticulating wildly. In the centre of the floor a lone businessman sits, eating a forgettable looking pizza. He has the neatest, shortest hair in the known universe, and is wearing a blazer while eating. On the right side of the bar a fifty-something man is sitting with a twenty something girl. I wondered if she was his daughter until they kissed. Nearest to me, an african family are sitting - three generations sit around the table. The youngest, a boy, is watching MTV while his parents fuss about the skin on show in the succession of videos appearing. Over in the far corner a middle-aged American couple are quietly eating their forgettable pizzas, and seemingly talking about everybody around them. She has the best laugh. Her hair looks like it came from a barbie doll - he looks like he does exactly as she tells him.

I only came down to the bar for a coffee. How have I ended up drinking two beers, and writing all this rubbish?

I know I shouldn’t laugh, but after a succession of music videos by the likes of Katy Perry, P!nk, and Iggy Azalea, there is now a local German “pop star” on. He’s trying really hard to be cool, but it’s just not working.

Ok. So 8pm must be the time when everybody comes out to play. The bar just got much more busy, with several couples appearing seemingly from nowhere. One of them is sitting opposite me, looking at the forgettable pizza menu. I wonder if they know there are far better places to eat less than five minutes walk away ?

lesbiAnn Perkins

I love and will always love parks and rec but like how much better would it have been if throughout the series ann figured out she was a lesbian

so at the start she was dating andy but he was a pretty shitty boyfriend and internally ann was like ‘why am i with him’ and it hadn’t even crossed her mind that she could be gay (even if she always looked at women a little longer than her friends)

so she finally ended things with him and she felt better than she had in a long time but her friends (the nurses and kinda leslie and the parks department) start pressuring her about dating and tbh she cant really see a reason not to go out with mark

and we all know mark is the most boring guy ever but ann didn’t mind hanging out with him and he was nice and maybe she didn’t really like kissing him or having sex with him all that much but she doesn’t think about it until they are settled

and once she thinks about it she cant stop and just think about if ann realised she was a lesbian but she was dealing with a lot of internalised homophobia so she kissed andy and when she got home she almost cried because it just felt wrong

so think about her coming to terms with it and telling leslie who would be the most supportive best friend ever and ugh just think about how good it could have been

“My mom doesn’t believe in love. I think she stopped after my dad painted her soft skin with the harsh colors of blue and purple one too many times. Or maybe it was after the nights he came home smelling of cheap perfume she’d never wear. Or no, I bet she stopped when he picked their son as the canvas for his unwarranted anger. Growing up, she’d tell me that she’d pray God would make her heart like stone, like the rocks that the sea beats against over and over; she craved their inability to feel. She claims her prayers were answered, but sometimes, when she sees old couples walking hand in hand still very much in love, she turns to me with a sad smile and reveals that she always thought that’d be her and him and I have to look away. That smile, it’s her achilles heel; it tells of her shattered dreams and whispers softly of her broken heart.

My mom doesn’t believe in love. As soon as I could understand the concept she drilled it into my head that there was no such thing. She thought it was a waste of time, sneered at those who tried to say it was one of the things worth living for. Unnecessary, dangerous was how she described it. She said she’d be damned if I fell into its trap and ruined my life for a boy that would leave me broken.

Now I don’t know how to tell her that I feel the things she warned against. I dont know how to tell her that my heart jumps when I look into his eyes or press my lips to his. I don’t know how to tell her that I fell for a boy with plain brown eyes and a smile that reminds me of the sun. I don’t know how to tell her that I gave him my heart and now he has the power to ruin me.

She’s going to be so disappointed.”

- n.g //

A loved one not lost but remembered.