shade on a sunny day

TalesFromYourServer: Surprisingly, I have no control over the sun.

So, not a server. But I bring you a story from the hosting side of the food industry! Hopefully this is acceptable. This happened three years ago and it is still the story I tell people when they try to tell me, “Oh, hosting isn’t that bad!” Obligatory mobile/formatting issues disclaimer.

I work in a theme park. That means lots of people, and lots of entitlement. My old restaurant (it’s no longer there, Rest In Peace) was very popular every day, often making us reservation only. If we weren’t, we had at least a 45 minute wait. (By this point we had started refusing walk ins after we got to an hour because people would just get too rude.) People would wait that long, and then get so incredibly entitled because they “waited so long.” We also were all outside with limited shade…which means a lot of sunny tables.

One summer day, I believe it was about 100 degrees, I was checking people in. On warm, sunny days we would tell people, “Just so you know, we are an all outdoor restaurant. That means there is a good chance you will end up sitting in the sun. If you get to your table and want something shadier, there will be an additional wait.” Some people complained. Some people realized that…you know…duh. And some people would claim to understand, and then get pissed later. This story is about the last option.

I check in a woman who seemed to be in her mid 40’s. She’s quoted a 45 minute wait and I give her the above spiel. She agrees, takes her pager, and sits down. After 40 minutes she gets called and seated at her sunny table. She says nothing to the host who seats her, so they assume it’s fine and come back down.

Two minutes later, she comes storming down, cuts the line of people, and starts yelling. She will be “EW” for Entitled Woman…and also because EW.

EW: HOW DARE YOU ALL, WHAT KIND OF CUSTOMER SERVICE IS THIS? Me: …I’m sorry? EW: You make me wait 40 minutes, and then YOU DARE seat me in the sun? Me: …Ma'am, when you were checked in you were told your table may be sunny. But if you want to wait longer we can get you something in the shade. EW: NO. NO ONE told me that. So I will NOT be waiting longer. Me: I’ve been in this spot all day. I checked you in. I’m sorry you don’t remember, but I did tell you. I’ve told everyone today. And we simply do not have any tables in the shade right now. EW: It is 100 degrees outside! How DARE you expect me to sit in the sun after standing around in it all day?

And then I snapped.

Me: I am aware how hot it is. I’ve been standing directly in the sun for six hours. You don’t need to explain that to me. But unless you know a way to turn off the sun, I can’t help you without having you wait. We have nothing in the shade.

And then she stormed off. She wasted all that time, and didn’t even eat with us. I will never understand people who do this. Like… I told you. And what do you expect me to do? I do not control the sun.

By: totallypandacoffee


A very cool prompt from @yesfangirl :

Hi Han! Since Voyager is just around the corner could you give us a glimpse of Jamie’s POV when he returned with Claire to Lallybroch and the intimate conversations of him and older Ian and Jenny. Showing Jamie’s utter bliss having Claire back and the concerns Jenny has?? Thanks so much!!

I loved this prompt and I’ve run with it into a slight AU territory because as I wrote this I felt that so much of the heartache which occurred in Voyager could have been avoided with more honesty between the characters here. Much love, Han xx

“I canna believe it, ken?”

“Aye, it was no doubt a shock for Jamie too.”

“After all this time though? What do ye think she wants?”

“I imagine she wants to live out her days with her husband.”

Jenny felt Ian shrug his shoulder beneath her head and frowned in the darkness

“Do ye really think after near twenty years she’d come back just for that?”

“Och! A marriage is no’ a small thing Janet! The lass thought him dead!”

“So she says!”

Jenny sniffed. Ian kissed her head gently and wrapped his arm more securely around her, squeezing her against his side.

“Well she’s still hear after the chaos of Edinburgh.”

“Chaos that could have been avoided had she no’ just shown up.”

“It wasna Claire that set the fire. That was your son.”


Jenny grunted and Ian felt the curve of her cheek rise against his chest in a small smile.

“Why is it when they do something reckless they’re my bairns?”

“Because it is the Fraser in them that drives them to it.”

Ian smiled, the little exchange a familiar pattern between them for the past twenty-five years since wee Jamie streaked naked into the parlour at two years old and proceeded to regale Ian and his guests with a very energetic dance before Jenny caught up to him and was able to carry him out again.

“I ken ye love Jamie dearly, I do too, but he has lived a verra unconventional life. It’s no’ surprising that Claire couldna find word o’ him. He’s spent most o’ his life an outlaw of one kind or another, he’s never settled …”

“Aye, it didna help that he marrit an uncanny Sassenach shrew…”

Ian clucked his tongue against his teeth impatiently

“Well I hardly marrit a timid mouse, did I?”


“He loves her, Janet. It is as simple as that. He loves her as deeply as I love you and let me tell ye, that is no shallow depth.”

Ian heard a heavy exhalation of breath and grinned to himself, picturing the pinch of his wife’s nostrils and the narrowing of her beautiful bright blue eyes as she decided whether to be mollified or not.

“What about Laoghaire?”

Jenny whispered finally

“Mmmphmm. Weel that is another matter.”

Ian admitted and sighed

“Let them be for a while before ye bring it up, Jen. It’s been twenty years, they deserve a few days of peace at least.”

Jenny pursed her lips but was spared from answering by the sudden growl of Ian’s belly.

“Are ye hungry, ghraidh?”

“Aye, a wee bit. I could scarcely eat at dinner.”

“I’ll get ye something.”

Jenny patted his chest and sat up, reaching for her robe.

“Thank ye.”

Ian rolled over and caught her hand, drawing to his lips and lightly kissing the delicate knuckles before rolling onto his back and sighing contentedly.


Jenny could hear someone in the pantry and closed her eyes, praying it wouldn’t be Claire. She didn’t wish to bump into her errant sister in-law, especially not in the quiet, dead of night when any chance meeting is shrouded in a delicate sort of intimacy, but it was Jenny’s home and Jenny’s food and she was damned if she would hide on the stairs like a child up past bedtime waiting for Claire to finish her rummaging.

Lifting her chin defiantly, Jenny continued down the stairs. As she got closer she could hear a low, tuneless humming and the tension left her shoulders; it was Jamie.


Jamie seldom hummed, it was a sort of odd vibration in his throat that came with intense happiness and was not something he was particularly aware of doing. All the same, he fell silent at the sound of padding footsteps approaching and turned to the door, expecting Claire to come in. It was so strange but in the few days since she had been back, Jamie realised he had already come to expect her presence. He had woken in the night unsurprised to find her beside him and when she ran her hands through his hair as he sat at the table that evening, her touch didn’t surprise him. When their eyes met during conversation it did not feel unusual. It felt natural.

For twenty years he had lived with the ache of her absence and yet he had adjusted to her presence with such ease, like a flower struggling to survive in the shade, suddenly exposed to the brilliance of a sunny day; he absorbed the rich joy of her being there without hesitation or trepidation.

“Built an appetite as well did ye, Sass … oh!”

He broke off, blushing slightly as Jenny stepped into the pantry beside him

“I thought ye were Claire.”

“Och! I daresay she’ll sleep until noon, the journey she must have had.”

Jamie cocked an eyebrow at his sister but Jenny was keeping her eyes resolutely on the bread knife she had picked  up and the loaf she was selecting.

“Claire’s always been a fairly early riser.”

He said evenly, watching Jenny carefully.

“Has she? Aye, well I wouldna ken.”

Jenny’s face was carefully blank but her tone was clear enough and Jamie’s blush deepened, though not with embarrassment

“Have ye a thing to say, Janet?”

“More than one, James, but it can keep.”

Jenny retorted and Jamie closed his eyes striving for patience. It was a shock after all, Claire returning after so long and he reasoned that Jenny might feel a little put out, even with prior warning from Ian.

“Do bheachd cudromach gu mor rium, piuthar.”*

Jamie said softly, the language of their childhood easy on his tongue.

“Agus agaibh sonas cuisean gu mor rium, brathair.”**

Jenny replied, as she finished buttering the bread and turned to look up at him

“but ye ken happiness can no’ be a straight forward thing here. Does Claire know about …”


Jamie jerked forward reflexively, his fingers nearly covering Jenny’s lips but not quite touching her, his eyes wide with panic.

“Don’t speak that name here.”

He whispered, almost pleading.

“Ye canna ignore it, Jamie.”

“I know but …”

Jamie broke off suddenly, stepping back and hastily closing the door, shutting them into the tight space of the pantry.

“I canna tell her yet, she’s been through so much to get back to me…”

“Even more reason why ye owe her the truth then. If she loves ye, she will understand.”

Jamie snorted and shook his head

“Would ye understand such a thing?”

“After twenty years and no word? Aye, I would! What would she have had ye do?”

Jenny snapped, though she kept her voice to a low whisper.

“None of this is Claire’s fault, Jenny. She left because I made her go. I meant to die at Culloden.”

Jamie spread his hands helplessly a gesture of the angry futility of man against the twists and turns of life.

“If ye dinna tell Claire, I will. Or I will send for your other wife to come and deal with this.”

Jenny said, watching her brother with a hard gaze that he recognised as that of their father, strong and certain in her conviction and he knew that his temper would not sway her.

“If ye wish me to beg ye, I will. I have no right to your silence but I will ask it of ye anyway. Just give me a day to find a way to tell Claire the truth and I will do it. She deserves to hear it from me directly and make her decision accordingly.”

“So ye think she’ll leave ye when she finds out?”

Jenny demanded and Jamie shrugged but the strain of his fear was evident in his face.

“I dinna ken, but coward that I am, I canna bear to find out yet, no’ just yet. Please Jenny, do not say anything.”

Harsh times had placed many strains on the siblings relationship but as they stood in the little candlelit pantry, the years fell away and all the distances and barriers slipped to nothingness leaving only the core of their shared love and family ties behind. Sighing Jenny bit her lip and lifted a hand to cup her brother’s cheek.

“I can remember a time that I had to stoop to touch ye so.”

She smiled gently, tracing her thumb over the high arc of his cheekbones

“Ye deserve happiness Jamie, stability and a good home. Ye can have that here, ken? But with Claire …”

“Claire is my home, Jenny. She always has been.”

Jamie interrupted, taking her hand and holding it lightly in his own. Jenny opened her mouth to say more but closed it again. She knew that what he said was true, that in all the years since Culloden her brother had been  living a rootless, joyless existence as his soul pined for it’s twin. She had thought … had hoped … that Laoghaire might plug the hole left in him by Claire’s loss but if anything, the marriage had only chafed at Jamie’s grief. And now Claire was back and Jamie had everything he had ever wanted. Could she really begrudge him that?

Finally she sighed and nodded.

“Aye. I ken she is. But for all she is your home, you are a verra large part of mine and I ken that ye willna stay here in Scotland if Claire stays and I might never see ye again if ye leave.”

Jenny dabbed the sleeve of her robe beneath her eyes and sniffed

“I have nearly lost ye so many times, I dinna want to lose ye for good.”


Jamie murmured softly, enfolding his sister in his arms, bowing over until his cheek rested on the smooth black curls of her hair.

“Ye willna lose me, whether I live at Lallybroch or on the moon it doesna alter what is between us.”

“I ken … and I do want ye to be happy, truly.”

“I know that. I owe ye so much Jenny, ye have been as much a mother to me as ye have a sister and I dinna think that I have ever properly thanked ye for it.”

“Ye dinna have to thank me!”

“Aye I do. Thank ye Janet, for everything.”

Jenny stepped back and took a deep steadying breath.

“Well you’re welcome. I won’t send word to Laoghaire, but she’ll find out soon enough and ye’d do better to have told Claire the truth before she comes knocking.”


Jamie nodded. They stood in silence for a few moments, each of them lost to their own thoughts. The old house was still and quiet around them, the silent echo of the years reverberating in the shadows and nooks, lifetimes of secrets and shared moments kept safe within its stone walls.

“Are ye happy, brathair?”

“More than I ever thought to be again. My heart feels swelled to bursting and sometimes I look at her, and I feel that I canna breathe for joy.”

Jamie smiled almost shyly and Jenny breathed a small sigh of either relief or resignation, Jamie couldn’t tell.

“and Claire?”

“I hope so. I know I am not the same man that she wed, but God willing she might have found something to love about the man I am now.”

He shrugged and Jenny nodded in understanding

“She has, mo luaidh. I dinna doubt it.”

Tiptoeing she kissed Jamie’s cheek and picked up Ian’s snack

“Good night Jamie.”

“Good night Jenny.”


“Do bheachd cudromach gu mor rium, piuthar.”* - Your opinion matters greatly to me, sister.

“Agus agaibh sonas cuisean gu mor rium, brathair.”** - And your happiness matters greatly to me, brother.

His accent 🙈

Nico’s originally from Italy, so I can imagine him having the accent still. Even though he was in the casino for a while, he was still around Bianca a lot, and she would *certainly* have an accent. That means there’s a chance that Nico would retain at least a part of his.

Of course, it’s watered down thanks to living in America for so long. But that said, I believe that it’s there in the rare moments he’s excited and off guard. He’ll start speaking with an adorable Italian accent, his eyes sparkling with energy that he hasn’t had in years. He’ll laugh and not even notice that people would stare.

Or, even better, he’d slip into Italian without even noticing. He’d be in a conversation with someone and get super excited. Then, in the middle of the conversation, would switch languages. He’d be smiling and continue with whatever he was saying, but it would be in Italian. The other person, in response, would either look very confused causing Nico to notice his mistake and grow quiet and embarrassed therefore ruining the moment, or would go along with it.


Will sat under the shade of a tree with Nico. It was a nice, sunny day. There was a breeze, so it was chillier than Will preferred it, but it didn’t seem to bother Nico thanks to his jacket. Will loved being outside, and Nico loved the shadows, so the shade of a tree on a sunny day was the perfect scenario for both boys.

They weren’t doing much at the moment, just sitting in silence and enjoying each other’s company. Nico wasn’t one for talking, but with his hand entwined with Will’s, there was no doubt in the blonde’s mind that the other boy cared.

“Hobbies.” Nico said, seemingly out of the blue.

If Will had been anybody else, he would have thought Nico’s comment was of no value; was something random that could be brushed off. But Will knew better than that. The comment was just part of the game that him and Nico played. Ever since the incident that had brought them together [A/N: see the first chapter of my new Solangelo fic], Nico had actually put somewhat of an effort into who he was.

Mysteriously, he still couldn’t answer the three questions that Will had asked in the beginning.

Will chuckled lightly, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand. “Hobbies… reading, archery, and soccer.”

“Soccer?” Nico questioned, turning his head to look at Will. “You play a sport?”

“Used to.” Will explained to him. “Since becoming a year-rounder here at camp, I haven’t played at all. I kind of miss it.”

Will caught a small glint of curiosity in Nico’s eye, as if he were about to ask another question. He opened his mouth, but it was gone as soon as it came, the question seemingly dying in his throat. He closed his mouth as calmly and as stoically as everything he did.

“Now it’s your turn, Nico.” Will told him expectantly. “Let me here about what you do in your free-time.”

Nico sighed heavily. The stony expression on his face looked strained, as if he were debating a life or death decision. Even though he knew that couldn’t be the case, it made Will’s heart beat just a little quicker with worry.

Nico looked down at the grass, picking at it with his free hand. “I used to be really into Mythomagic.”

“Mythomagic…” Will repeated. That name rung a bell in his mind, but he was having trouble placing where he had heard it. When it struck him, he smiled. “Mythomagic. Isn’t that Trading Card Game? Sort of like Magic: The Gathering?”

“And like Pokémon.” Nico said, sounding tired. “I’ve heard it all, and yes - it is a TCG.”

Will laughed at Nico. “So your a secret dork, huh? You into video games and anime too?”

Nico looked back at the ground again. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Your point is?”

Will shrugged. “I don’t know, but I adore this new secret part of you.”

He meant to be endearing, but Nico looked just as upset and embarrassed as he always did when Will started to pry. Why Nico had let Will get anything out of him if it made him feel so bad, the blonde medic would never know. But he *did* know that he had to make Nico feel better, even though he had been the one to start the conversation about hobbies.

“Tell me more about it.” Will told him. Nico looked up at him, confused. “Mythomagic, that is. I know of it, but I don’t know much about it. Could you please explain it to me?”

Nico obliged. He tentatively began to explain the rules of the game. Will followed along, although it started getting a bit complicated. Nico kept looking up at him, then back at the ground as he talked. He seemed almost frightened to be discussing it.

Then, something amazing happened.

When he was done explaining the rules, he branched off. His voice was a couple pitches higher and he let go off Will’s hand. Normally, that would have been a bad sign. Nico receding back into himself was a silent warning sign his boyfriend would give him. But this time, he released Will’s hand to be able to talk with his hands.

His arms were flying just as fast as his words. Will had never heard Nico say something that hadn’t been thought through. This was a new sight. There was a sparkle in Nico’s eye that Will had never seen there before. A smile graced the boy’s face, and his voice reverberated with energy.

He began recounting stories and experiences of the game, laughing as he did so. Will had never heard anything as carefree and beautiful as Nico’s laugh. The pale boy talked about the game like Nico never talked about anything: with child-like excitement. It was free, and it was fun.

And as he spoke, Will heard Nico’s voice take on a slight change. Slowly but surely, an Italian accent overtook his words. It was adorable and innocent, the latter having never been a word to use with Nico. He looked at home, with the sunny day and Italian accent, as if the casino had never took home from him.

And then he completely lost Will. Nico’s words came out completely in Italian, and the boy didn’t even seem to notice. He just kept talking as if he were still speaking basic English. His eyes sparkled even more when he changed languages. Now, Nico seemed truly at home. He seemed truly comfortable; he looked comfortable in a way that Will knew he would never be able to make him.

Even though Will had no idea what Nico was saying, he didn’t interrupt. He simply enjoyed seeing his boyfriend so uncharacteristically happy. He let Nico have his moment of happiness and freedom. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much, Will wouldn’t dare interrupt him to break it to him. He was too cute and too happy.

Will was pretty sure he loved Nico even more after that afternoon.

Focus (Cameron Dolan x Reader)

Summary: You meet a girl who’s a lot more special to you than you realise.

A/N: I’m so excited to post this!!! My blog has been too straight for my liking so far and I have such a huge crush on Cameron (just look at her^) and I had this idea, so here it is! This took so long to write and it’s so long, so I’d really appreciate some feedback and love on it, enjoy my loves 👼

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“Ya Nasty”

A revolutionary new fanfiction of the untold Vesellac’h lovestory. Written by extremely talented newly crowned stars of the century, @vaporeox and @ilonavic

“The first of its kind.” - New York Times.

“Absolutely glorious” - Daily Express.

Chapter 1: 50 shades of gay grey.

The day was anticipating and sunny, Yennefer was pacing anxiously awaiting Ciri’s arrival. At last, Vesemir began to feel a sudden shift in the air, something was coming. Out of the sudden, Ciri and Geralt appeared in the courtyard, where a moment ago, was completely empty. Ciri embraced Vesemir in a warm hug as they laughed and cheered in their rejoice. 

“I’ve missed you!” Ciri laughed. “Where is Avallac’h?”

“Resting in the tower.” he said. 

A glimpse of lust and tenderness appeared in his eyes.

“I’ll go see to him at once, you four just… idk hug or something.” 

Vesemir quickly disappeared up through the tower.

 Chapter 2: A naughty Elf.

Vesemir saw the weary elf lay still in the bed. His hands were joined by his chest, looking up towards Vesemir, with a grim expression.

“You’re awake.” Vesemir began.

“Ya nasty.” Avallac’h replied.

Vesemir chuckled and remained silent for a moment. 

“So…” he quietly mumbled. “How you doin’?”

Avallac’h grimaced.

“Ya nasty.”

“I see.” 

Vesemir was too nervous to make a move. 

Chapter 3: Ya nasty, Vesemir.  

Time had passed, the two were alone at Kaer Morhen whilst Geralt and Ciri was out having a silly snowball fight, Avallac’h had gotten sick of Ciri’s shit long ago.

“How you doin, Avallac’h?” Vesemir asked.

“Ya nasty.”

“So… do you wanna bang?”

“Ya nasty.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Ya nasty.”

“Imma take that as a yes.”

And so, they banged.

Chapter 4: A glorious day for BDSM. 

Avallac’h lead Vesemir into a dark room.

“So…” he began, nervously. “This is my playroom.”

“Like your xbox and stuff?” Vesemir asked.

Avallac’h turned to him, rolled his eyes and grimaced being superior.

“Ya nasty.” he said.

“You have 64 whips? Wow.” Vesemir said. “And what is this? This looks harmful. When do you plan to use all this?”

“( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

“Alrighty then.” 

And so, they banged yet again.

Chapter 5: An unexpected turn of events. 

Vesemir came running to Avallac’h with a bright smile on his face.


Avallac’h grimaced.


Avallac’h looked down on his belly and realized Vesemir was right, he was 9 months pregnant. 

“We’re going to be parents! Come on, let’s go give birth.”

Avallac’h later gave birth to a son.

“He’s beautiful…” Vesemir whispered. “What shall we name him?”

“Ya nasty.”

“I agree. Nasty Arnold aep Crevan Espane.”


famous end quote by fran: 

Eloise: Life Before Katherine

Please note: there are some changes to Eloise’s history reflected in this (and future) piece(s). These changes are intentional and meant to reflect the slight differences that the novella will have

The very first memory Eloise had was of laying next to her brothers and sisters beneath the canopy of a covered wagon. She remembered the sound of crickets, creaking wood, and a huffing horse. The dark didn’t frighten her, but the pain in her stomach and rising heat of what would turn into a fever did. She crawled over her siblings to reach the cooler air of outside. The twinkling stars winked down on her as she curled up on the ground, silently crying.

She didn’t specifically remember her mother finding her and coaxing her back into the wagon, though she remembered feeling cold despite being wrapped in a blanket. One of her sisters—she couldn’t remember if it was Marguerite or Lucindy—gave her water and reassured her that she would be better in a few days. It would take two weeks, during which time they completed their long journey from Gloucester to a small plot of land in Acadia. Eloise was too young to understand how strange it was for her family to move there—much of the land was already claimed by French, Acadians, and Mi’kmaq.

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curly hair. the lines of light made by open blinds on a sunny day. shades of purple – lilac, lavender, plum, grape. always having a pair of headphones around your neck. sticking out your tongue in photos because you can never be serious. looking at the moon (secretly favoring her crescent shape over the other phases).
—  name aesthetic: cassidy // requested by iamboundless 
(cc, 2017)
Smol Beasty - Mercy76

Their eyes locked. Hers were a brilliant shade of blue that shined as bright as the snow on a sunny day. They were intelligent, thoughtful. They were the eyes of a woman so in love yet so annoyed. And then there was the other pair; they were an eerie jaded yellow. Cunning, tormenting. They knew they were in control and, as such, those eyes narrowed in a jeering manner.

Narrowing her own set of blue orbs, she glared right back at those taunting yellow eyes. “Two can play this game,” she huffed. “Don’t think I don’t see what’s going on here.” Her voice was laced with attitude; she was sick of losing. It was time she finally prove her worth, her stubbornness. If she wanted him, she’d have to get past those demonic yellow eyes.

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New Sun - Mystic Messenger Fanfiction Day 1

Summary: A meeting, two beating hearts. A new sun on the horizon, - Maybe it was time to bring the change into RFA and to finally lift the secrets threatening to destroy their trust in each other completey. And for once V makes the right desicion. Sometimes you have to be selfish for your own good.

Note: MC is named Sophie here! 

Word count: 3.389 words

Dedication to @mmscum and @sketchyy-pencil and all the other Mysme fanfic writer and artists! I love your works!

New Sun

Day 1 - 1.17PM Suburb near a forest

It was a sunny day and people swarmed the streets. It was always like this but it didn’t bother her. She finally took some free days from her job and wanted to relax and she took the opportunity to pack a blanket, a book she wanted to read and her favorite food in a small backpack. She left her apartment, ignoring her shiny red car in the parking slot. It was time to go back to the roots so she decided that she could ‘hike’ to her destination. With her headphones covering her ears and a happy smile she left her neighborhood for a trail to the forest. As soon as she passed the last houses she put her headphones down and listened to nature itself. It sounded so much better than the monotone clicking of keyboards and humming of computer ventilators in the office. Her job was taxing because she worked overtime, her clients needed her. She did it to make them smile but now she wanted to calm her mind and body for once.

She missed her time as a student. Ever since she got the job as a lawyer in a renowned office and worked as a lawyer for the poor beside her regular job she got no time for herself. And finally her clients had accepted to be pushed back and letting take a vacation. It was time to revive her artistic hobbies in these two weeks of vacation, starting with reading to get inspirited. And what place was better than being in a clearing she used to go as a student?

It wasn’t a long way and she still remembered it. The clearing hadn’t changed and it was warm enough that the flowers bloomed. She had to suppress a sneeze or two because of that dammed hayfever but it calmed down and she relaxed on her blanket, lying on her belly and book in front of her. It didn’t take her long to snooze a bit off because of the calming atmosphere.

The rustling and cursing of someone woke her up. Irritated that someone was invading her calm space and causing a ruckus she looked up from underneath her book, that she had used as a cover from the sun, and saw someone struggling in the high grass. The stranger was a tall man, maybe 1,80 meters high and not really broad. His hair color was strange, maybe dyed in turquoise, and he was wearing dark shades. Well that wasn’t that strange due the fact that it was a sunny day but it irritated her even more to see a cane in his hands. Was he lost? But what was he doing with the camera around his neck? Did he photograph her? Well mister that was the wrong person because she absolutely hated it when someone tried to photograph her without permission. It was like someone invaded your personal space from the distance.

“Hey mister!” She shouted and immediately got a reaction from him. He flinched and she raised a brow. Did he something shady here?

“Hello?” the man replied rather shyly and tried to locate her. Well, he was blind for sure. She had seen blind people before, some of her clients were blind and they always tried to locate the people they were talking to in a way.

“I am here! Are you lost?” She asked, now sitting up on her blanket and he directed his gaze to her. She had already forgotten her anger of the possibility that he might have taken a photo of her.
Slowly and not trying to stumble over hidden ‘traps’, aka stones and branches, he walked over to her. He somehow stopped in a safe distance to her, giving both their personal space and accepting the fact that they didn’t know each other. A small smile was on his face and he shook his head.

“No, I am not lost… or I think I am not lost. I came often her because of the nature and try to photograph something good. I am sorry if I had disturbed whatever you were doing.” He said politely and bowed a bit. She would have waved him off, hating it when people became too polite with her because it made her feel old.

“It’s okay. I nearly slept through the day and I wanted to read that book. But can I ask you bluntly… How are you taking photos if you cannot see?” She asked and he chuckled sadly.

“I have a bit of sight left in my left eye. I cannot see if the pictures are blurry because my whole world is blurry, but I try my best. Without it I might get crazy. Can I ask you something too?” He replied and seated himself on the grass, ignoring the fact that he would ruin his grey jeans with grass stains.

“You already have but you might ask.” She said with a bit off sass in her voice which got her a little laugher from him.

“Why are you here? The forest is a bit isolated and not a safe place for young girls…”

“You are one charmer, aren’t ya?” She snarked and shook her head, “I know this forest ever since I moved in my neighborhood and used to come here as a student every now and then. I missed these old days and I felt like burning out on my job so I took a vacation. The forest often gave me some inspiration for my drawing I used to do whenever I had time in university.”

She smiled at these old memories. How often she used to come and just sit there until the fireflies came out it was like watching the sky in a region untouched by humans. She sighed and leaned against the tree behind her.

“I am sorry if I have offended you…” He tried to apology but she waved him off, until she remembered that he was nearly blind and scolded at her own tactless behavior.

“It’s okay.”

They sat in silence and somehow got comfortable with the presence of the other. He was calm and tried to understand her and she tried the same with him. Thousands of questions run through their heads but they were unspoken and to personal for the first meeting so they searched for something else to ask. He was faster than she.

“Can I ask you something else? What is your job? It sounds rather hard…” He said, his voice lower than before because he dared to ask a stranger something personal. But it didn’t bother her.

“I am a lawyer. Or rather I am two lawyers in one. I work for an office in the city and afterwards offer my service to poor people. I intended to just become a lawyer for poor people but I cannot make a living from that so I do overtimes. It’s rather stressful but seeing these happy smiles on the people who cannot afford to get a good lawyer makes me happy. A good deed a day. I live by that.” She said rather happily and he nodded sagely.

“That’s indeed good…” He agreed and she chuckled a bit.

“My name is Sophie by the way. You never asked.” The young lawyer said with a chuckle when she saw a brow raise behind his shades.

“That’s a rather unique name here…” He mumbled

“My family is from Europe.” She explained and he nodded.

“Jihyun. But friends call me V.” He introduced himself and she nodded.

“Jihyun why are you still trying to take photos? Isn’t it frustrating to know you might not to be able to see the pictures you made again?” Sophie asked bluntly and he sighed sadly.

“Can I answer that with another question? What is beauty to you? What means nature? Would you give these ideals up because you cannot see them? Don’t you want to share your nature with others?” He asked rather desperately and she didn’t reply, needing some time to think over his statement.

“You are right. It was a dumb question.” She said but he shook his head.

“No question is dumb. You didn’t know how I felt about it and wanted it to know. May I ask you, what is your ‘paradise’?”  He questioned back and she looked puzzled to him, only to think over it.

“Paradise… that’s a rather hard and odd question, ya know? For me paradise is right here and right now. We live in paradise. It might not feel like it because of all the hard times we have and it doesn’t look like it because of all the cruelty in world but we are alive, living, breathing, able to see and experience the world in its full colors and forms. The smile of someone I make happy makes my paradise a bit more beautiful, someone cursing on me makes it a bit sadder but if I can keep it in balance I can live it to its fullest.” She said seriously and looked to him, tried to pinpoint his eyes behind his shades and she felt his gaze on her.

“That’s… a rather optimistic way of seeing it.” He admitted and smiled sadly at her, like something is nagging on him or unnerving him but she didn’t ask. They weren’t friends yet, just strangers getting to know each other.

“You said you are on vacation?” He suddenly asked and she gave him a puzzled look.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You seem like a good person and I am leading a charity organization. I would like to invite you but I have to ask the others fist…” He mumbled and Sophie chuckled. She took the first empty side from her book and ripped it out to note her number on it.

“Here, I cannot promise you that I am able to join your organization, Jihyun but if you ever need someone to talk to, or a lawyer, than call me. That’s my private number so I hope you treat it carefully.” She said and put the paper in his hand. The numbers were large enough for him to read even if they were blurry.

“I need to go now… My cat might hate me even more if I don’t take a little time for him.” She said with a sweet smile that reached him and he nodded.

“If you want… I can lead you back to the street. It might be saver for you than stumbling over roots.” She said with hidden amusement and unknown to him, V pouted a bit. He wasn’t that helpless… But he accepted at the end and both of them talked about nothings like the weather or alcohol they preferred whenever they drank on a rare occasion. She said her goodbye when they reached the neighborhood and left him standing alone, wondering why he felt so drawn to her. He needed the advice of a friend because somehow he felt like he betrayed his own believes. He called Jumin.

Day 1 – 6.34pm

RFA Messenger

707: lololol
: Seven :( stop teasing meeeee
707: nevaaa~
Jaehee Kang: Seven, it’s enough… And Yoosung you should really stop playing that much. Your grades are getting worse…
: My guild needs me! I cannot just stop after one round…
Jaehee Kang: I have enough work here… why I bother with lecturing you two?
Zen: Did trustfund kid let you alone again? That jerk D:
Jaehee: He left in a hurry that afternoon and said I should cancel all meetings for the rest of the day…

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom

Jumin Han: You talked about me?
707: Speaking of the devil and he shall appear *-*
Jumin Han: Why am I a jerk again?
Zen: You left Jaehee to do all of YOUR work, jerk…
707: feel the tension~
: What are you talking about Seven T-T
707: lolololol soooo pure and innocent.
Zen: Why did you leave her all alone? She is already working overtimes for your ass!
Jumin Han: I got a call… V is in the city and needed me to talk with him. It seemed necessary because A) he is a childhood friend of mine and B) he is our leader.
: Why did he call at all? He is always offline and avoids us…
Jaehee Kang: Yoosung…
: Please Jaehee, don’t Yoosung me right now. He should have been here with us…
Jumin Han: V called because something rattled him up. He seemed to be questioning his own believes because of something and asked some questions. He is still with me but thinking hardly about something.
707: So the number he gave me to check is a real thing? Why did a stranger shake V’s believes like that?
Zen: What number?
:Yeah, what number?
707: I let my mouth run loose again~ No time to explain, more time for hacking~
707: lol, caps lock
707: cya

707 has left the chatroom

Jumin Han: Whatever Seven has to check for V seems important to him. He said you shouldn’t worry about it. He is going to explain it later.
: Why not now? I have enough of his secrets and half-truths :(
Jaehee Kang: Not everything can be shared with everyone Yoosung. Whatever happened is on V to tell us when he is ready.
Zen: You are always cranky whenever we talk about V. You stress your body and stress is bad for your skin~
Jaehee Kang: I know that…
Jumin Han: I feel like I waste my time here. Maybe I should comb Elizabeth the 3rd’s fur.
Zen: I feel like sneezing and that damm furball isn’t anyway near me :(
Jumin Han: Elizabeth the 3rd’s fur is so fluffy and clean :3

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Zen: He did it on purpose… that jerk.
: Seems like no one is going to answer any questions… I am off… LOLOL is calling me~
Jaehee Kang: Try to keep your playing hours in check.
: Ya Bye~

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Zen: I am going to jog in the park. Maybe take a selfie or two there~
Jaehee Kang: Make sure to send some :3
Zen: Sure!

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Day 1- 11.01PM

RFA Messenger

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom
Jaehee Kang has entered the chatroom
Zen has entered the chatroom

Zen: Seems lke something is going on.

707 has entered the chatroom

707: lololol typo Zen~
Zen: Thanks… for pointing it out.
707: Seven Zero Seven saved another day *-*

Yoosung★ has entered the chatroom
V has entered the chatroom

V: Hello everyone.
707: It’s V! The man of the hour! How’s going?
V: I am fine and I hope everyone is doing well too.
707: Same ol’ same ol’ ~
707: So, you going to tell us what’s going on?
V: Did you check the number I gave you?
707: Ya
: What about it?
707: It’s clean. Rather inactive on fb or tweeter. Why do you want me to check on a lawyer? :O
Zen: A lawyer?
Jaehee Kang: Did something happen that you need a lawyer, V?
Jumin Han: Let him explain…
Zen: The jerk already knows?! -.-“
V: Jumin knows because I talked with him about it.
V: I would like to nominate a new member to RFA.
Zen: WUT?! :O
: ????????!?!?
707: That’s why you had me look her up? A lawyer? :’) She is getting me into prison as soon as she knows that I am a hacker…
Jaehee Kang: Calm down everyone.
Zen: Wait! What? A ‘she’?
707: Ya
Zen: I am totally agreeing! *-*
Jumin Han: Womanizer
Zen: You’re just jelly :’)
V: …
V: I met her today…
V: At first she thought I was lost and asked me why I had a camera.
Zen: You are a photographer…
V: Yes, but lately I lost most of my sight so…
V: Well, we kind of talked and she seemed to be a nice person.
V: I accidently asked her if she wanted to join.
V: She laughed and said she couldn’t promise but still gave me her number to contact her if I needed an advice or lawyer…
V: I know for some of you it looks like a rash decision and she didn’t agree but I would like to invite her properly again.
: And Jumin is agreeing on it too?
: Why?
Jumin Han: She has a cat… And my company actually works with the office she is working in.
Zen: That explains everything 9-9
V: From all of us she is doing what we used to do…
V: She is doing actually charity work and making overtimes just so she could help people.
707: So we are returning to the roots? Maybe holding parties again?
V: Maybe…
Zen: That would be great :)
Jaehee Kang: Yes, but how can we trust her?
V: We need to see. I still hope that she is going to accept our invite.
V: I need to go now. Luciel, would you please send the invitation to her?
707: Ya
707: God Seven is already on it!
V: Good. Thank you

V has left the chatroom

Yoosung: I can’t believe him….
: Is he trying to replace Rika now?!
: He didn’t gave us a name at all!
Zen: Now, now Yoosung. Remember that it is not good to stress yourself…
Jaehee Kang: V has his reasons Yoosung. One day he is going to tell you what you want to know.
Jumin Han: Assistant Kang is right.
Jumin Han: There is no reason to fret over petty things.
Jumin Han: I am going. Elizabeth the 3rd needs fresh water.

Jumin Han has left the chatroom

Yoosung: I have to clear my head. I am sorry that I am so out of character right now but V keeps pissing me off.

Yoosung★ has left the chatroom

707: Well, I’ll have some work to do. My boss is breathing in my neck :S
707: Cya!

707 has left the chatroom

Zen: I’ll be off to. Good night~
Jaehee Kang: Good night :)

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Day 1 – 11.59 PM – Suburb/Sophie’s Apartment

Lights were out and only the TV flickered lively, showing a rather old romance movie. Sophie was snuggled into blankets, pillows surrounding her on the sleep-couch and her cat, William, purring in her lap. She sighed contently, watching the movie mindlessly and enjoying the calm atmosphere , stroking her cat’s fur every now and then to keep him purring. It was a good day and she actually enjoyed it, meeting someone outside from work who seemed to be a nice person. She thought his questions were funny and irritating at the same time but she felt like he needed them answered… Like he had no anchor to the world.

To be honest for a long time she felt like that too. She had lost nearly everything in a blink of an eye and she just lived. She was a shell to the person she was now. She might have little to no friends outside of work left after she had snapped at a lot of them but with her work and her helping she could fill the gap that was left behind and have an actual purpose to life. Sometimes it still gets lonely, she missed the laughing, talking and bickering with him, but maybe one day… One day she could fill the gap in her heart fully.

Her phone vibrated, but she ignored it, slowly slipping into sleep with William still in her lap and her head resting on the armrest.

1 new E-Mail
Subject: Invitation to Rika’s Fundraising Association

tagged by @gormengahst :-)

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

  1. my bullet journal
  2. wallet
  3. a lot of rubbish
  4. pens & pencils
  5. my kindle 

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  1. piles of books & magazines
  2. bags full of fancy dress costumes 
  3. unused art supplies sitting in a drawer
  4. framed drawings and prints made by my friends
  5. a collection of Virgin Mary statues (including a glittery one that changes colour depending on the temperature)

5 things i’ve always wanted to do in life:

  1. have my own cat
  2. go hiking in Iceland
  3. keep a plant alive more than 6 months
  4. speak more than two languages
  5. direct a music video

5 things that make me happy:

  1. my little groups of friends
  2. birds chirping in the early morning in the silence of the countryside
  3. a picnic in the shade on a sunny day
  4. sitting at the top of London double-decker buses for random journeys
  5. good grades

5 things i’m currently into:

  1. the radio (BBC & France Inter every days all day long)
  2. B. Akerlund’s cat
  3. socialist memes
  4. anything Agnes Rocamora has ever written
  5. avoiding thinking about the future

5 things on my to-do list:

  1. recording my podcast
  2. publish the videos I’ve been working on
  3. find a summer job
  4. get a present for my mother’s 50th birthday
  5. graduate

5 things people might not know about me:

  1. one time I spent a day with Kate Moss
  2. I’m morbidly fascinated by conspiracy theories and the people who believe in them (but not buying into them at all)
  3. I have, like, a ton of sideblogs
  4. I’m dead boring really
  5. there’s no ethical consumption under late capitalism

Let’s tag some people for once ! @watchingtoomanyshow , @lordendsavior , @twelvegrimmyplace , @cleanbvndit