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Q: How are you today?
A: Good … thank you !! Though THIS traffic …. #shame

Q: How many days till you are able to go home?
A: Just a bit over a month … counting down the days !!! #summerfun

Q: #AskClaire are you watching anything good? Binge worthy? 
A: Did someone say @SHO_TwinPeaks

Q: Where’s Eddie while you’re away? You must miss him! 
A: I do miss HER … (i won’t let her know you made that mistake !!) She’s waiting in Scotland for some SA treats !!

Q: You gonna be long? #onbehalfofmycompadres 
A: If I said another hour …. would you a) cry b) explode c) just go home ..????

Q: What do you consider to be your best scene from Season 3?
A: 🌴…. that’s a clue !!!

Q: What book are you currently reading? #AskClaire #Outlander
A: Mirror, Shoulder, Signal …or is it Mirror, Signal, Shoulder … anyway .. It’s GOOD.

Q: Will you get time off this summer before Season 4 filming begins?
A: Well I’d better … I hear people might want us to promote it #AskClaire

Q: What’s been your favorite thing you’ve learned since coming to South Africa to film? #AskClaire #Outlander
A: People’s incredible capacity to forgive and heal … and that it’s a process … LOVE SA ❤

Q: When will you come to France ? #AskClaire 
A: Soon, I hope !!

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A Letter to those who visit my country.

I have only one rule when you come with me to Haiti: leave all your guilt at the door. Don’t reach out of car windows handing street kids coins. Don’t take pictures of dirty kids to serve a higher purpose of making you “appreciate what it is that you have”. Haiti isn’t about you. I bring people to Haiti so they can learn about Haiti, not themselves– for how can one evolve only through a selfish gaze. This isn’t Eat Pray Love.

The problem with going to a place that you’ve already heard everything about is that you come with a preconceived notion– the idea that you must feel something, must experience some thing. What most people don’t realize is that feeling has already been concocted for you. Stories and movies of Haitian slums have already set your expectations. First world narratives of poverty have already eaten away at your soul leaving it so that you already feel guilt if you are not moved. That’s not what Haiti is about. The people who sold you that story feed on your belief of it so they can continue to vulture off a corrupt government and a never ending contribution of guilt money that never needs to be reported back; so people never have to know the names of Haitian kids or what exactly is they do all day.

So my rule is never ever ever sit in my country and treat my people like comparisons.  If you go to Haiti and tweet about a neighborhood based on its crime stats, take pictures with children that made you cry or made you feel “ashamed” about your privilege you’ve done nothing but make it about you. If you go and you write more brand names and talk more about organizations contributions than actual people: you’ve done nothing. People already KNOW Haiti is poor. It’s this shitty little thing where by reaffirming that narrative you remind them that black people are poor and dirty like they already believed and believe about blacks everywhere. That’s the something you’re feeling.

The country doesn’t need pity it needs economy. It needs you to tell people what you ate, what you drank, the jokes the kids told you, the fact that they love Rihanna and Drake. The fact that they think Supreme stuff is fire and make their own memes on Facebook at the Internet cafés and on their old model iPhones. That they too love J’s thought they may not have them. They ARE human. They need a shared experience, not more congratulations for the corporations that send them pity gifts but won’t walk their streets and will still speak of them through racist stereotypes so they can build their charity portfolio.

They need you to name the names of the beaches where you post your selfies and explain how beaches in Haiti are for white tourists because DUH we all live by the water on an island and tanning is not a hobby in a black ass country. They need you to tell the stories of the street vendors that sold you beer and fritaille and how the beer is still brewed in the homeland. They need people to know that 90% of the world exports can be grown on Haitian soil because its that fertile but we import everything because the government has abandoned its own people. They need the world to stop thinking of them as a place where they’re so broke they’ll kidnap you- because LOL at the idea of an American being kidnapped in Haiti. (Literally Haitians laugh at this notion.)

They don’t need to be markers for your personal evolution or your sadness or your gratefulness at having resources. They don’t need to be trotted out for pity so you can come back and throw a festival in their name. They need you to tell Young Thug and Future to come to Haiti because they love seeing them rep in their songs; that they are very much tuned into the “first world” but you do none of this.

You clap for yourselves as Americans and express shock that they are humans with a sense of community. You visit only Cite D’Soleil a slum so dangerous every single article in Haiti ever has mentioned it or interviewed someone there. A slum so “nefarious” it has its own movie—real nuance!. You rehash the narrative of oppressors rather than letting Haiti teach you how to laugh, how to cook fish, how to be a hedonist, how to drink rum, how to dance kompa, how to play dominoes, how to roast niggas in the dark while chopping down a 14ft stalk of sugar cane with a machete under the moon. How every Haitian that comes back from “an deyó” returns with nothing less than 4 suitcases of provisions. How grandmothers in Brooklyn stuff 200lbs of food, clothes, water etc and smuggle them home to drop off at Delmas, or Petionville or even an “affluent” hood like Vivi-Michel directly because they know the Red Cross and the UN aren’t going to real homes.

You spend your nights talking to white people who steal from us rather than night riding in the ghost towns covered in colorful and faded hand-painted ads around Champs Mars and visiting the fish markets at 5am for the freshest catches and the funniest arguments–swerving through the traffic of mothers trying to get kids to school and get to work. You came back with nothing and you gave nothing and if your response is “I did all these things!” than why doesn’t it show? Next time you go to my country step off the pedestal of first world pity and feel the red soil in your toes. Learn the names and stories and then tell them with no additives. Tell them not to make people cry but to remind motherfuckers that this world is big, diverse and it’s beautiful and Haiti is the most beautiful place in the world. That black kids are people, poor or rich.

They’ll say im subbing you but I didn’t mention names because it isn’t one person and again it’s not about YOU. It’s everyone who insults me by asking if I’ll be “safe” when I’m going to visit my FAMILY for two weeks. It’s every person who goes to DR but would never consider the land just across the river. For everyone who goes to Africa, India, Brazil and does the same boohoo about being shocked that poor people are good to each other. It’s about real culture not the culture you retweet but the kind that makes people say PLEASAE TAKE ME WITH YOU rather than “I just donated.” Its about real connection and humanity not a pity narrative or a moral workout session for those who have over the havenots.

I don’t go to Haiti to feel better about being an American. I go to Haiti to be a better Haitian; to show real love. All I ask is that you all do the same. Be better and do better. I’m willing to take anyone anytime. My family begs that I bring friends with every trip because my uncle says they don’t really know us, they only know the white people’s view. I’m happy to show you the real way because it’s not a vacation destination to me: it’s home. Don’t ever do that to my heart again.


the fifth largest country in the world yet only the 41th most visited in the world

Brazil is not only Rio, yet a wonderful city. We have a lot, a lot of beautiful places that aren’t known. Did you came for World Cup? Great, but come back. Visit this 10 turistics points and hundred of others. We are not only football and samba and Rio and Amazonia. This is the other side of Brazil, a beautiful and “new” side. 

anonymous asked:

where would bts take their wife for their honeymoon?

Jin - I think he would want to go to Paris, where the both of you can enjoy the beauty of the city, and eat some of the most wonderful food you will ever put in your mouth. We all know how much this guy loves and appreciates food.

Suga - I think he would like to take her to Berlin. It would be a lovely city for the both of you to enjoy, going out to see the sites, but also cozy enough for you two to feel like you are pending good quality time alone over a draft of beer and some comfort food. 

J-Hope - I think he would love to take her to Tokyo, among some other places, in Japan. It would be an incredible place for the two of them to create some wild and silly memories together, eat some great food, but also just get away from the hum drum routine of life. He would especially love to go goof around in Harajuku, glad for a change of pace, and maybe to catch a glimpse of his wife’s crazy side. 

Rap Monster - He has been there enough times, that I think he would want to show her this magnificent city. He would be comfortable enough in some areas to take her out to places he remembers, and treat her to a good time. They could make many memories shopping in the city, or maybe heading out of the city for some peace and quiet. I could also see him taking his wife to some concerts while they are there. 

Jimin - I could see him wanting to take his woman to Japan as well. He loves the city there, but I think he would book the two of you a place at a nice hot spring or spa, some place where the two of you can have some quiet time alone. You both would have luxurious meals, and spend your time laughing and being silly together. If you wanted to go shopping, Jimin would have you both driven into the city for an afternoon of fun, but I think he would most cherish the moments you two spend together quietly, getting better acquainted with one another. 

V - I can see him wanting to take her somewhere exotic and incredible like Brazil. He would treat his woman to a day at the beach, wonderful exotic foods, dancing in the dark, and many other crazy memories that you will never forget. It would be just like him to suggest something a little different, but still a place filled with amazement and wonder and beautiful culture. 

Jungkook - I can see him wanting to take her somewhere tropical, so maybe a place like Bali. It is a place where people go often for their honeymoons, but he would want you both to get the full experience, not just being cooped up at some retreat. You would both have a lovely view, a place where you can practically taste the water, but maybe also close to a smaller town, where you can try the local cuisine, made the local people who have perfected the taste over time. He would want to take you out for a little shopping, and buy you a little something to remember the occasion by. All in all, it would be a very wonderful and memorable experience.

~ Admin C

Things to do in Brazil: Archaeological Tour from Florianópolis

The trail of Oração is one of the most interesting route from the point of view of the Brazilian Archaeoastronomy because it is a set of Megalithic Monuments that form one of the most complex observatories and astronomical calendar primitive of the Brazilian coast.

The trail of Oração tour allows you to see one of the most beautiful places of the island: the visual panorama of the Lagoa da Conceição, Praia Mole, Praia da Galheta and Barra da Lagoa and oceanic islands, such as Campeche and Xavier. It is a unique spectacle that cannot fail to be visited and observed. (via Lonely Planet)

anonymous asked:

a friend mine say that... in architecture... in south america, whit brazil, argentina is one of the best places? is this true archy?

Each one is entitled to their own opinion! Great architecture can be found in every country of South America, including Brazil and Argentina definitely. But I could say the best contemporary architecture is in Chile or the best pre-colonial architecture is in Peru, maybe the best preserved colonial towns are in Bolivia or the most beautiful church is in Colombia, South America is an architectural treasure.

Originally posted by foreverdisneygifs

Hi taylorswift I am a fan of you from Chile and I needed to do something to get your attention because you’ve never been to Brazil and Latin America for your previous tours. I know you have been in Brazil before but we all want to see you! I’ll explain the good things you’ll find here if you decide to visit us soon:

1. We are all crazy! You found out about this when you went to Brazil, didn’t you?
2. If you come we would be all crazy because we’ve waited for you since forever! And you have so much fans here.
3. We are obsessed! TV shows always show things about you and we love that.
4. You’re one of the few singers who haven’t come to Chile yet. One of your besties, Selena Gomez, came here on tour and said wonderful things about Latin America.
5. You are very loved in Brazil! Remember when you came? We greeted you very nicely.
6. We speak different languages such as Spanish and Portuguese. But many of us are always writing (we try haha) you in English. We also know all of your songs.
7. People in Argentina love you and we are so excited to see you!
8. We’ve waited for over 3 tours.
9. We need to experience your sassiness when you sing Blank Space! And many other songs (!!!).
10. Another bestie of you, Karlie Kloss, visited Chile a week ago, and said it was the best trip she has ever had. We know you will love our country too!
11. In addition to the other people participating here… There are very beautiful places. The Soccer World Cup was held in Brazil. Argentina has many places to visit and it’s a very cultural country. Chile has the Rapanui (a beautiful island), Torres del Paine, and Santiago where the biggest tower of Latin America is. You’ll find the most caring people on Ecuador! We’re so kind to each other. You have to visit the Galapagos Islands too! It’s such a beautiful place to visit, filled with beaches, amazing food and unique animals!
12. You’ll find plenty of delicious food here (our countries). And you won’t regret it if you taste it!
13. And the most important thing: many people here have the same dream, to meet you or at least, to see you live. We love you so much Taylor, you’re the best and remember that we’re waiting for you with open arms.

With so much love,

@cherryskiess (I can’t tag me but follow me!) (Chile) luwift (Brazil) colouringshadows (Argentina) takeabreaths (Argentina) tothisickbeat (Ecuador) meredithates (Brazil) @heyalisonswift (Can’t tag too) (Ecuador) swiftify (Brazil) thislovez (Brazil) @taylorswi13ft (Brazil) (Cant tag too)

Follow us, Taylor! We love you, and we are friends for you!

Practice - Calum Hood (Smut)

Loosely based off Practice by Drake.

It’s been a while since they’ve been together this way…it’s been a while since they’ve been together at all. They broke up. Things didn’t work out the way they wanted, it was a messy break up, filled with sore throats, broken glass, and in the end broken hearts. They both moved on, found other people, made life better for themselves. He became famous and rich, she worked as a CEO of her own company and was obviously making a lot of money as well. It wasn’t until he had seen her walking down the street in a city they both didn’t know too well. She was there on business; he was there for a show. She was wearing a nice, button up blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, wearing heels, she looked professional. He wasn’t in anything more than what he usually wore, his ripped band t-shirt and skinny jeans. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw her, like it was some sort of sick dream, like fate was messing with him. She looked great, and she was doing great for herself. Being the guy he is, he watched her ass sway as she walked quickly on the sidewalk causing his dick to twitch in his tight pants. It felt like the clack of her heels was in time with his heartbeat. When reality caught up with him, he found himself calling her name, like his mouth had a mind of its own. She stopped and turned, confused, she didn’t know anyone in this city. Her eyebrows knotted and her head was cocked slightly, until she saw who it was and her features softened for a tiny second before going back to confused.

“Calum.” She says, surprised.

“Hey Y/n. It’s been a while.” He says as he jogs over to her, “How are you?”

“I’m great, actually. Calum, I don’t mean to be rude, but I really need to get to this meeting right now.” She says, bringing her wrist up so she could see the time on her watch.

“Well, maybe you’d be able to come to my show tonight and we can hang out afterwards.” He suggested with a hopeful tone. She was hesitant before answering.

“Look, Calum, I’m really busy. I don’t think it’s a good idea—”

“It is a good idea, I want to catch up with you.” He cuts her off, his eyes pleading.

She sighs and agrees. She never could resist him, not with those big brown eyes staring at her like that. She gives him her new number and hurries off to make her meeting. He gets in the taxi that he was waiting for and heads back to the hotel he’s staying at. He texts her giving her the details and after her meeting she send him a confirmation text. He rolls his eyes and laughs as he reads it, the way she responded so professionally, as if he were one of her clients. Sound check was before the actual show and Y/n still wasn’t there, he was beginning to worry that she wouldn’t show. But right before he went on for the actual show, he saw Y/n rushing in, her heels in her hand, her hair out of place, and her clothes a bit sloppy.

“You made it.” He smiles, pulling her into a hug, which she hesitantly returned.

“Yeah, my chauffer missed the exit, so I had to rush in here and then your security said my name wasn’t on the list, which was before I realized that you gave him my old nickname.” She says, giving him an unamused glare.

“Did I?” Calum asks innocently.

“You did.” Y/n confirms, her lips in a straight line.

“Calum, we’re on in five!” One of the stage hands says as he hands Calum a bass guitar.

“Well, that’s my cue. I’m really glad you’re here and I hope you like the show.” He says, tossing the strap over his head, letting the instrument hang on him.

Throughout the whole show Y/n watched in awe as Calum played and sang, she never knew he was this good, that’s probably why they didn’t work out, there wasn’t much communication, there were more fights than anything else. The show ended and Calum walked off the stage with three other boys, one she recognized immediately.

“Y/n?” Luke questions, just as surprised as she is. The other two boys send each other confused glances and shrugs.

“Hey.” Y/n mumbles sheepishly.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asks as he gives her a sweaty hug, “haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Yeah, I ran into Calum earlier and he invited me to see the show so here I am.” She explains, shrugging at the end. Y/n sees Luke sending a knowing smirk over to Calum before seeing the two boys who looked just as confused as Y/n felt.

“Oh, my manners.” Calum jokes before grabbing the two boys. “This is Ashton and Michael. Guys this is Y/n.”

“The same Y/n you always talk about?” The boy named Michael asks. Calum’s cheeks turn pink and Y/n raised her eyebrows at him.

“He’s just fucking around, trying to embarrass me.” Calum laughs nervously, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck. Only then does Y/n truly look at him, watching as his biceps flex, and driblets of sweat fall from his flattened hair, she almost can’t help her eyes as they rake over his toned body before coming back down to earth.

“Right.” She responds, snapping out of her trance. She knows he’s lying, but doesn’t push it further.

“Well, it was good to see you again.” Luke says, defusing the tension.

“You as well, great show.” You say as he gives you another hug. You tell the boys that it was nice to meet them before they walk away, leaving you and Calum.

“Nice boys.” You comment.

“Yeah, they’re more like brothers nowadays.” He shrugs. “I’m going to wash up really quickly and we can go somewhere to talk.”

As soon as Calum gets out, they leave to an old diner Calum found on the internet that was the most difficult and most likely secluded. Calum orders something to eat, because apparently playing a show is not only tiring, but it builds up quite an appetite. They make small talk, Calum talking about the tour and the fans, Y/n talking about her job. After he finished his food, he gets up and walks to the old jukebox in the corner. Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd began to play, filling the small diner with the strums of the guitar.

“May I have this dance?” Calum asks, holding a hand out. Y/n rolls her eyes and smiles as she put her hand in his, allowing him to pull her from the booth bringing her close to him. Keeping their hands intertwined, he slides his other hand behind her waist and she put her hand on his shoulder, resting her head on him, feeling the vibrations as he hums along while they sway to the slow song.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asked suddenly and bluntly.

“Cutting right to the case, I see.” She teases, she lifts her head slightly.

“Just answer.” He pushes and Y/n sighs as she let her head fall against his shoulder again.

“Yes.” She replies. Calum feels his heart drop to his stomach and letting out a quiet ‘oh’. Y/n sighs again before speaking, “Well, no. It’s on and off, really.”

“Why?” Calum asks.

“Because he’s always off on ‘business’ and I found out that ‘business’ means Shay from Spain, Amy from California, Penelope from England, and Julia from Brazil.” She explains trying to laugh it off.

“What a douche!” Calum exclaims, getting worked up about it, pulling away from you. “Please tell me you’re not going back to him.”

“I mean, I definitely don’t love him and he definitely doesn’t love me. He pampers me though, gives me gifts, nice things, and sends me on vacations to the most beautiful places. I deserve at least that much.” She shrugs.

“You deserve so much more than that, Y/n.” Calum mutters, bringing her close to him again, and swaying their bodies again.

“And what? I suppose you’re going to give me that?” She scoffs, slightly pulling away.

“I could and I will, if that’s what it takes.” He says, slightly offended. “I would never cheat on you.”

Y/n once again leans into Calum’s familiar embrace. She knew his words were honest to the grave, but she wasn’t too sure if she wanted to open that door again. Calum was the only guy she’d ever felt that strongly for, she would always love Calum, but she also knows there’s a reason why they broke up and she didn’t want to open that wound again, she wouldn’t allow it. Desperate to get the attention off of her, she asks him, “what about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

“No, just a few groupies every now and then, but never anything too serious.” He answers honestly before pulling away and spinning her, then pulling her back to his body. Just then the waitress came out.

“I hate to break this up, but we’re about to close up shop.” She says.

“No worries.” Calum tells the woman, pulling away from Y/n, but doesn’t let go of her hand. He leaves a generous tip and leads her out.

“We can go back to my hotel, I’m in the penthouse and I’ve got some wine, if you’d like.” She offers, not wanting this night to end.

“Fancy.” He teases. “But yeah, I’d actually really like that.”

Y/n smiles in acknowledgment. As soon as they get to her room, she opens the bottle of wine and pours two glasses.

“CVNE Vina Real Gran Reserva 1981.”  Calum reads from the bottle, genuinely impressed this time.

“It was an anniversary gift. I brought it to sit drink while I was in the bath, but I figured this’d be a better use for it.” Y/n explains, handing Calum his glass as she joins him on the couch. He sniffs it and swirls the liquid before taking a sip. “How’s it then?”

“Tastes expensive.”He replies. Y/n rolls her eyes as she takes a sip herself. Calum’s eyes had darkened remarkably as they drank in the sight of her body. “You know what else tasted expensive? Priceless even?”

“Calum…” She trailed off, setting her glass down, Calum doing the same, but moving close to her.

“Yes?” He whispers. Their bodies were touching and Y/n’s eyes were searching anywhere but him. Calum put his index finger below her chin, lifting her head up so she had no choice but to look at him. Leaning in, Calum finally closed the distance between them, her lips were like the sweet nostalgia of hearing an old song, so familiar, yet different in a way. He wanted more. She wanted more, but finding herself after being lost in the moment she pulled away.

“Calum, we can’t.” She says, both of them knowing she didn’t mean it. If anything, she wanted this more than he did.

“He fucked up, Y/n. Let me make it right for you, you deserve that much.” Calum whispers before closing the space between them again, letting his lips capture hers again. This time she doesn’t stop him, instead, her hand finds its way to the back of his head, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair. It was like she couldn’t stop herself, not that she wanted to anyways. She did deserve this.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long, Calum.” She admits, her words falling on his lips, causing him to groan. He pulls her to where she’s straddling him, pushing her skirt up to her stomach before his hands grip her hips, moving her to grind on him lightly. Wanting more, she grinds her hips harder against his, causing moan to escape her lips. Calum used the moan as a chance to slip his tongue passed your parted lips, pushing it against hers. Y/n pulls back, confusing Calum, but as soon as her hands fist the hem of his t-shirt, nearly yanking it off his body, he couldn’t control himself, like he’s been waiting for this for too long. Because he has, he’s been waiting for the chance to see her like this again too. He unzipped her skirt and somehow got it to slide over her head. He toyed with her button up, trying to undo the buttons. Not unbuttoning it as fast he wanted, he let out a frustrated groan, he rips it open, buttons scattering on the floor.

“Fuck.” He mutters, his hands rubbing over her clothed breasts, leaning forward and pressing kisses all over the exposed skin, nibbling every now and then. Y/n reaches behind her, unclasping her bra, letting it fall between them. Calum tosses the bra behind him and cups her boobs in his large hands as he returns his lips to her neck. His mouth peppers kisses down Y/n’s neck, finding her sweet spots quickly. As if he’d ever forget. He could taste the pain and regret in her sweat as he kissed her neck, nipping before rolling his tongue over each spot and blowing, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

“Calum. Bed.” She breathes. He nods and lifts her with ease. She pushes her chest against him, loving the way his hot skin feels against hers. He lays her down, making sure her legs were still hanging over the side. He kisses down the valley of her breasts, her breathing faltered noticeably. She could feel Calum’s smirk as he kisses lower, down her stomach. He reaches the line of her panties, teasing her as he toyed with the hem, kissing along the skin above it. He licked her slit over her panties, eliciting a sharp breath from Y/n. Breathlessly she begs, “Please, Calum. Stop teasing. Please.”

“Okay, baby.” He says, sliding your panties down Y/n’s legs, repositioning himself.  The backs of her thighs were resting on his shoulders as he lightly kissed her clit. Instinctively her hips bucked closer to him. He chuckled at her eagerness, he wanted to savor the moment, but the second his tongue comes out to lick his lips and he tasted the tiniest bit of her on them, he couldn’t control himself. He almost dove in, he lapped at her sweet pussy before wrapping his lips around her swollen clit. Y/n squirmed and moaned at the pleasure, her fingers tangling in Calum’s hair, pushing him closer to her. Calum’s left arm wraps around your leg and his other hand moves to her clit, his fingers rubbing furious circles while his lips sucked at her pussy lips, his tongue wiggling inside her.

“Fuck, Cal!” She whines, he back arching off the bed. Calum growls against her cunt, the vibrations nearly pushing her over the edge. “I’m so f-fucking close!”

Calum moved his lips to her clit, sucking hard as his pushes two fingers into her, curling them as he thrusts them into her. Her mind goes fuzzy as euphoria spreads through her whole body. She’s trembling against his lips. Calum licks and laps up all her juices, licking back up to her clit.

“Fu-uck.” She gasps, gently pushing away Calum’s head, her clit too sensitive for it. Shakily, she sits up as Calum stands, her hands immediately undoing the button his jeans and pulling them down. She breathes heavily as she licks the outline of his throbbing cock though the tight briefs. Calum moans, but cuups her face, forcing her to look up at him.

“Another day, baby. I need to be inside you.” Calum breathes, his hands still cupping her face and slightly pushing her back onto the bed. She crawled beackwards Calum following closely, his lips on hers the whole way. Y/n lays her head on a pillow as she watched Calum pump his manhood a few times before rubbing himself up and down her slit. Her teeth catch her bottom lip as she turned over, sitting up on her hand and knees, wiggling her ass at Calum. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Calum rubbed his hand over his face with his free hand as he drank in Y/n’s whole physique. Getting impatient, Y/n wiggles her ass towards him again. “Fuck me, Cal. Please?”

Calum can only nod, not trusting his voice. He lines himself at her entrance, his hands grab greedy handfuls of her ass. He uses it for leverage as he sinks into her. Both letting out a relieved moan as he fills her all the way, slowly withdrawing his dick before slamming back into her.

“Fuck. Yes!” She squeaks as he repeats this action. Overcome with pleasure, Y/n begins to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah, fucking push back on me. Oh God, just like that.” He groans, throwing his head back before quickly going back to watching her move herself on his cock. With the way she moved her hips back to meet his, he couldn’t help but feel like every other man she’s been with before were practice, practice for this exact moment when she would be with him. He could tell she’s been working at it, her back arched she could hardly contain her cries of pleasure as her arms gave out and only her elbows were the only thing keeping her up. Her ass cheeks spreading even wider in front of him and the bed muffling her moans.

“Fu-uck!” She squeals as his hips meet hers a bit harder.

“God, babe, you look so fine right now.” He growls, sliding his hands down to squeeze her ass cheeks before he gives one a hard slap, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She fists the sheets tightly as she cries out and pleads for him to do it again.

“Calum, please!” She begs, she was being loud, and she was sure that even though they were on the very top floor with no one else on this level, people from three floors down would be able to hear them going at it.

“Who am I?”  Calum asks as he pounds her harder, her mind went fuzzy as he pulls her hair back so she could hear him better, knowing immediately what he wanted. His voice was stern as he muttered grunted through clenched teeth, “I asked you who I am.”

“You’re my big daddy! My b-big fucking Dad-dy!” She answers, gasping loudly and shuddering as he thrusts into her especially hard.

“That’s right, babygirl, and what do you want?” He asks, growling as he pushes into her hard. He loved this, having her completely at his mercy again, obeying his every command. She is the only one to make him feel this way, feel this good. He knew she is, and always will be the best fuck he’s ever had.

“I want you to spank me! Please!” She cries. He complies to her request and let go of her hair before his hand comes down hard on her ass three times, watching as her ass jiggles, his hand rubs on the now pink skin, squeezing as he uses it to fuck her faster.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Look at you go, such a little slut for me. Isn’t that right, babygirl?” He groans as her ass bounces every time she goes back on him.

“Yes, God, yes!” She cries, her eyes shut tightly. “I’m s-so cl—” She couldn’t even finish your sentence, because of all the pleasure coursing through her body. Suddenly, Calum pulls out and flips her onto her back before slamming back into her. Her hands immediately finding his back as her legs wrapping around his hips, squeezing them slightly as he thrust into her.

“I want to see your face when you cum.” He pants, licking his fingers before bringing them down to furiously rub her clit. Y/n’s mind went blank and she sucks in a large breath, all the sounds around her push her closer to her climax, Calum’s breathing, his balls slapping against her ass, the way his throbbing cock feels as hits every nerve inside her, the wet sounds eliciting every time he slides in and out of her walls. He hits that spot that sends her into a state of ecstasy.

“Fuck!” She squeaks, her back arching and her head was so far into the pillow under it. Her nails rake down his back and her toes curl as her legs shake violently.

“Cum on me babygirl. Cum on my cock.” He moans, leaning in to bite her shoulder. She lets go with one last cry of pleasure, whimpering into his ear. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

Her wet pussy clenches and pulses madly around his hard cock and his thrusts become sloppy. He pulls out and pumps his dick with one hand as the other grips the sheets tightly by Y/n’s head. Leaning over her, his lips brushings against hers as he whimpers and moans before he squirts thick strings of cum on her boobs and stomach. Calum gives Y/n one last sloppy kiss before he rolls to lay next to her, both of them looking at the ceiling, Calum’s warm cum still all over Y/n. Neither of them could speak, the sound of their heavy breathing was the only thing keeping them from complete silence.

“I really missed that.” Calum admits finally, his breath still not catching up to him. “I really missed you.”

“Calum.” You sigh, “we tried this before, it didn’t work. We didn’t work.”

“We didn’t try hard enough.”

“Calum.” You repeat.

“Stop saying my name like that, I know you want this just as badly as I do.” Calum says as he walks to the ensuite bathroom and wets a towel before walking back to you, cleaning his cum off you, occasionally looking up to look you in the eyes, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. “I…I don’t want you to see that guy anymore. He’s such a douche, Y/n! You don’t deserve that bullshit. Let me treat you like the queen you are, let me be there for you, please. Give us another chance.”

His forehead was pressed against hers and his eyes searched hers for answers. “Okay.” She says simply, kissing his lips again, smiling, knowing it will work between them, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her, cheat on her. They were young before, now they’ve matured, they’d find a way. They’ll fix what was broken or start over.

“I still love you. Never stopped.” He admits. A relieved smile stretched across her face because Lord knows she has felt the same way for the longest time.

A/N: Yeah, so that was like 3k words. shitty ending sorry.


“I’ll tell you something. This place is home to us. We will be here just as much as we go home. We will be here year after year, decade after decade. Until we’re old and gray, I will be here in Brazil. I love you people. I love this place. I love your passion, […] I love everything about this place. From top to bottom. It’s the most humble people you’ll ever meet and also the most beautiful people you’ll ever meet”. [x]


La Vega Central Market – Month in Chile – HAVANA CLUB GAP YEAR

If you are a fan of local markets, this is the place to visit in Santiago de Chile. A huge and very important local market where you find almost anything; really cheap fruits and vegetables that you will be amazed.

Also if you are looking for products from other Latin American countries; it is possible to find them here. While at the marked I saw products from Argentina, Colombia, Brazil, Peru, and many more.

Living the experience of a local market is something magical, the smell of fresh fruits, colors, dirt, the sound of people offering their best products and the most important thing; watching people living a normal day on their lives.

Chaotic but beautiful, that’s how I can describe a place like this one. Don’t be afraid of asking about things you hadn’t seen before; such as fruits or vegetables. I’m sure people would be whiling to explain everything to you.

La Vega Central market is really close to the Central market of Santiago, another popular market amongst locals but also tourists.

I highly recommend this market, even more than Central Market as not many tourists come here, so you will have a better overview of the real deal.


It is located at Calle Davila Baeza.


Hi Taylor!
My name is Fernanda and I’m your friend since 2008 when I watched “Teardrops on my guitar” music video for the very first time and I was like: -Am I crying? Hahaha. Then I started looking for your songs, buying magazines with your picture on the cover and becoming increasingly obsessed. Like you are with your cats and actually us (swifties) hahaha right?

Well, “Fearless” was the first album I had. I remember asking (actually beg) my dad to go to the store and buy the album for me. Exactly five days after that, the album was in my hands and I couldn’t thank my dad enough. That day was like Christmas for me!

I couldn’t stop listening to it. Fearless brought me so much joy, each song it was a story that moved me. I had never felt this before but when I listen to your songs Taylor, I imagine myself in your place while the story is being told but with melody behind.

“Speak Now” came and I was so excited with that new album and what was “Mine” omg that song was on repeat for a long time hahaha and the music video was perfection.
That time my entire family knew who was Taylor Swift and what you were for me.
When your music played on the radio, my friends always called me.
The entire album in my opinion was a masterpiece.

In august, 2012, you announced your 4th album “RED” and I watched the live chat you had with fans in your house. It was amazing and I cried because who does that? Invite fans to their house and sing for them and hug them and talk to them like they are the closest friend you have? Only you my dear!
I love “Holy Ground”! It makes me dance and I have so much fun listening. One of my favorites actually.

Then the most amazing news I could ever receive: you were coming to my country.
I died that time like 1260979733567 times hahaha.

I had to go! It didn’t matter how I just had to. I was in a week of exams at school and I wasn’t prepared for that but win a ticket was like my first priority! It was my dream and that dream had to become reality.
Well, I didn’t win any tickets to watch you live. My friends helped me but nothing happened. My mother cried with me but she said that sometimes we cannot expect something if you don’t move a finger. We need to do something about it and it has to be fast.

I told my friend Ana where were you staying and that I had to at least see you before you leave the country.
We planned everything.
That night, I made my “You belong with me” T-shirt and spend hours decorating it.

In that morning, september 13th, at 5pm I was on a bus with my friend on the way just to see you, Taylor.
In my mind I had any hope but my heart was saying that that day was going to be a crazy and amazing one.
At 7am I was at the hotel with some swifties waiting for you. The security was making fun of us saying: -she is not going to appear, she is busy doing interviews and stuff…
But I had hope!
At exactly, 12am a man with a black T-shirt came in front of us asking our IDs, I really don’t know why but I just threw mine hahaha
My tought was “mom is not going to be happy if she knows I did this but ok” 
When he came back he said our name was on the concert list.
Wait. What? How? 
Fernanda this IS not happening
This is a dream 
I think you just hit your head on something
I cried a lot! Never in my entire life, I’m just 19 but I could never possible think it was going to happen with me of all people. I saw that in movies but with me was a distant dream.

Ok! I had to tell my parents. So I call my mom and she was so happy and excited because I was happy. Then I call my dad and he was happy at first but then a little angry because he had to pick me to take me to the concert hahaha he didn’t like it
I think leave the hotel wasn’t an option. I had to stay just a few more minutes maybe one hour or two.
We waited. And you came
(my thoughts taylor)
What the hell is happening? 
How is this possible? Is this tears in my eyes?

Taylor you are an angel. A really goddess. Your hair, your long legs, your eyes, your lips. So beautiful. Pure perfection!
You were talking with some swifties who were near the hotel door and I was almost beside the car that was going to take you to the concert. I saw you coming and I was crying hard. I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t form words to say something. It was like an old movie, with no sounds.

You were in front of me. I wasn’t talking or touching you or doing anything. I was paralyzed. I just gave you my cd so you could sign it

Your pen failed. Yeah, can you believe this? Hahaha
And then a little girl came and took your attention from me. I saw you hugging her and inside my head I was like:
You just lost your chance!
But you came back. thank god! 
And I said I love you and you said that I was wearing your T-shirt and the smile you gave me was everything I could ask for. I was more than happy. Wonderstruck!

And you were gone!

I had my moment with you. And It was the best 2 or 3 minutes of my life.
At night I was singing with you at the concert Sparks Fly, Love Story, You belong with me, Mean, Fifteen, We are never ever getting back together and Long Live.

It was definitely the best day of my entire life.
I can’t describe the happiness you put in my life.

I think you exceeded my expectations that day. I knew you loved us but seeing that in front of me was a surreal experience, and feel the love you have for us is something that no one can ever say otherwise.

I couldn’t leave without saying that “1989” is the best album ever and I really hope you know how proud we are of you.

I just miss you so much and I really hope South America is in your list of places you want to go with the ‘1989 World Tour’

We need you Taylor! I know you came to Brazil but only Brazil and it passed so fast. I think it’s no fair with Argentina, Venezuela or Bolivia…

They are just waiting to have the best day of their lifes.
That was my little story of how we build our friendship.

I love you so much!

Ps: You’re the most talented, beautiful and amazing women in the world. Thank you for being such an inspiration every single day! ❤️

Listen up y'all

The brazilian queer comunity needs your help.

You know Big Brother right? The reality show? Well there are these girls, Clara and Vanessa, and they hooked up like two weeks after the show started. Their relashionship, and freindship above all, survived a list of guys trying to win them over - one of them literally said he wanted Vanessa because she was a challenge, and all the gossip and people not taking them seriously, and now there are only four people left and Vanessa is in danger of leaving the show. She’s up against a guy that has one of the biggest fanbases in brazil, Marcelo.

Clara used to work as a stripper via webcam, has a beautiful baby son Max, and is one of the funniest contestants the show’s seen. She has her place in the big finale already, which is happening on tuesday.
Vanessa is a model and and activist for animal rights. She’s declared since day one that her dream is to open a place where people can take their sick animals for free.

Brazil is still one of the most homohobic countries in the world, not to say sexist, and I guess we can agree women in Brazil don’t have it easy considering how much we’re objectified. The thing that attracts tourists is literally ‘bunda’ = butt. Despite all the fuss about two girls kissing being sexy, these men appenrently don’t find it sexy when these girls don’t diss each right afterwards to be with a guy. Apparently, having an actual relashionship based on your real feelings with another girl is 'disgusting’ - according to my mom and my roommates and almost everyone in my class at uni.
Ok, jumping to the point, we need your vote ( you can vote as many times as you want), so just click in Marcelo’s face and he’s out.

Oh, did I mention how much of an asshole he is? Yep, kissed a passed out girl during a party, threw water at her, got offended when called out upon it and almost hit the guy who accused him. My country thinks that was totally normal.

Anyway, it’s possible that a queer person winning Big Brother Brasil might actually do something for our society.

I’m on my celphone with shitty internet so I can’t put up photos, but look them up, CLANESSA, see how pretty fucking cute they are and go vote. I think we have until sunday night

here’s the link

What remarkable things have you found in unexpected places?

1. Real beauty: oil stains left by cars in a parking lot.
2. Shoeshine stand that looked like thrones in Brazil made of scrap wood.
3. False teeth in pawnshop windows in Reno, Nevada.
4. Great acoustics: in jail.
5. Best food: Airport in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
6. Most gift shops: Fatima, Portugal.
8. Most unlikely location for a Chicano crowd: A Morrissey concert.
9. Most poverty: Washington, D.C.
10 A homeless man with a beautiful operatic voice singing the word “Bacteria” in an empty dumpster in Chinatown.
11. A Chinese man with a Texas accent in Scotland.”

—  Tom Waits interviews himself.

anonymous asked:

Is there any night streets on google earth?

There is a tiny bit in Brazil at night and also the odd one in Singapore or Hong Kong I think but I’ve never posted any of these. That’s all I’ve ever seen. There are a lot of places where the sun has started to set, which is always beautiful to find because most of street view is just done in the day. The light always seems looks prettiest when the sun is rising or setting so it’s nice to stumble across.

“oh, but white people can also suffer racism because they are minority in some places of the world!”

you know that when we say minority we do not mean “the smallest group”, don’t you? we mean “social minority”, meaning the people with no representation, or with less representation than other people, of their social issues.

we have less white people in Brazil, for example, but they still are the richest group, the one that is more representated, most of our politics, the default of beauty standards etc.

so don’t come with this shit for me, okay? racism has nothing to do with numbers, it has everything to do with historical, political, social and economical segregation and prejudice and all that stuff.