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aphroditelovesu · 5 months

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Since requests are closing in a few days, I just wanted to put another one in. No rush go get it done of course!

I want to request a oneshot/reaction where Alexander gives reader a really, REALLY expensive necklace. Maybe it's a wedding present, a just because present , or something following the birth of the twins. You can decide what you want to do with that 😁!

Also, I keep picturing a necklace made of opal??? Not only is it a stunning gem stone, but it was also thought to be the tears of Zeus in ancient Greece, which would be an interesting tie to Alexander. Again, it's just a suggestion. You can use whatever gemstone you want!

Thanks, and take care ❤️❤️❤️!

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❝ 📜— lady l: this had been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally decided to write it. I got a little carried away, so it's a little big, but I hope you like it and if you want to order anything else, feel free, anon! Good reading and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: none, just fluff and very soft!Alexander.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,308.

Alexander wanted to find something to give you. Something expensive and extravagant, something that would leave you impressed.

He felt like he owed you that. Not only had you given birth to his children, but you were loved by him and he wanted to please you. He thought of several options: a horse, silk clothes, food and even drink. He still wasn't sure what you might like.

Until he had an idea after talking to Hephaestion. He was the one who gave you the idea of giving you a necklace made from a special and rare gem. And he knew it was the right choice to make.

It was no easy task to get a merchant to have the necklace he liked and deemed worthy of you to wear around your delicate neck, but after the fifth try with a different merchant, he finally knew what your gift should be. He decided to gift you with an opal necklace, a jewel that reflected the beauty and mystery of his passion.

It would change color and he would know that it would look beautiful and graceful on your neck. Everything about you was beautiful and graceful, so the necklace would only stand out on you and no one else.

This opulent piece was adorned with the most dazzling opals that could be found in the entire Empire. Each stone sparkled with vibrant colors, dancing like the aurora borealis reflected in the starry night. The necklace was a unique treasure, a harmony of opalescent hues, displaying hues of celestial blue, emerald green, and royal purple.

The merchant who sold it told him a story about the necklace and it was this story that convinced him to buy it. According to the Persian merchant, legend said that opals were gifts from star spirits, who bestowed their blessings on those who used them with love and wisdom. The necklace was not just a piece of jewelry, but a source of magical power. Its colors and reflections were believed to contain the essence of nature, connecting the wearer to the spiritual realms and bringing fortune and protection.

Whoever owned the opal necklace was seen as a keeper of ancient secrets, an heir to the ancient magic that flowed through the precious stones. It was said that opal possessed the ability to amplify intuition and creativity, allowing the wearer to see beyond the ordinary, opening doors to new possibilities and inspiration.

After this explanation, Alexander knew that this necklace must be yours. Not just because of your story, but because of who you were. From when you really came. No one was more worthy than you.

There was also another version of the story that convinced him to buy it. Knowing how religious Alexander was, the merchant also told him that the opal was made from the tears of Zeus. Long ago, at the beginning of Greek civilization, when the gods walked among mortals, Zeus, the mighty king of the gods, shed tears of joy and sorrow over human fate. These tears, upon touching the earth, transformed into radiant stones known as opals, carrying within them the duality of emotions of the great god.

Thus was born the opal, a legendary gem forged by Zeus' own tears. Each stone was shaped from divine emotions, capturing the essence of heaven and earth. Its unique iridescence reflected not only the colors of the rainbow, but also the contrasting feelings of joy and sadness, hope and despair, harmonized in an eternal dance of light and shadow. Ancient sages believed that the necklace was not just a manifestation of beauty, but rather a link between mortals and the gods. It was said that whoever wore the opal necklace would be enveloped in the protection of Zeus and would have the divine wisdom to navigate life's challenges.

And maybe when little Aella grew up, he could give her a necklace similar to the one he chose for you.

He smiled at the thought and with the necklace inside a small wooden box with gold ornaments, he walked to the room you shared in the Babylonian palace. Straightening his posture, Alexander knocked on the door and after hearing a soft ''come in'', he opened the door and smiled widely when he saw you sitting in a padded chair with Aella in one arm and Cyrus in the other. He fell silent when he realized the twins were asleep.

You looked at him and smiled softly when you saw what he had in his hands. Alexander placed the box on a table next to the bed and approached you, carefully taking Cyrus in his arm. You smiled lovingly when you saw him cuddling the baby in his arms.

Whispering, Alexander says, ''I have something for you.''

You smiled and asked curiously, ''What is it?''

Alexander carefully picked up the box with the arm that wasn't swinging Cyrus and placed him on your lap, looking at you expectantly. You smiled and opened the box with a little difficulty due to the sleeping child in your arms. Your eyes widened when you saw the lush opal necklace. You had never seen such beautiful jewelry.

Alexander, who was watching you like a hawk, smiled at you.

''Alexander, that's…'' You swallowed and took the necklace in your hand, carefully observing its details. The necklace was a magnificent piece, a heavenly masterpiece that captivated the eyes of all who dared to gaze upon it. Every aspect of the necklace was a symphony of intertwined beauty and magic.

The centerpiece of the necklace consisted of a main opal, a generously sized gem that radiated an unparalleled iridescent glow. This central opal was an explosion of celestial color, with soft, shimmering hues that moved like an aurora borealis trapped within the gemstone. Its tones ranged from the deep blue of twilight to the lush green of enchanted forests, and occasional glimpses of the deep red of divine fire.

Around the main opal, a series of smaller opals were skillfully arranged, forming a necklace that seemed to have been woven by the stars' own hand. Each smaller gem had its own color personality, some glowing an ethereal blue, others a crystalline green, and still others with purple and gold hues reminiscent of the sun setting over distant mountains.

The structure of the necklace was as intricate as the reflections of the opals. Delicate strands of gold wove between the gems, creating a sparkling frame that complemented the iridescence of the opals. Small, intricate metal sculptures, decorated with designs that resembled star constellations, adorned the necklace, giving it an aura of ancient magic.

''Do you like it?'' Alexander asked after you remained silent, observing the necklace with a strange expression.

''I loved it.'' You whispered, admiring the necklace. Alexander walked over to you and took the necklace from your hands and placed Cyrus back in your arms, careful not to wake him. He stood behind you and removed your hair from your neck, placing the magnificent necklace around your neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the touch of his calloused fingers on your skin and sighed when the necklace was placed on you.

''I'm glad, it suits you.'' He kissed your neck affectionately and you closed your eyes, smiling.

Alexander leaned closer to your ear and whispered, ''When I heard the story about the opal… I knew it would have to be yours and yours alone.''

You opened your eyes and turned your head, looking at him. ''And what is this story?''

Alexander smiled widely and after kissing your forehead, he began to tell you both stories he had heard from the merchant. You just listened in silence, delighting in his words, with your sleeping children on your arm and the weight of the beautiful necklace around your neck.

Your small, loving family.

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smoooothoperator · 9 months

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Beautiful Stranger

01: Way To Fall

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Lando being Lando, crash, injuries

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a/n: here you have the fist chapter of my new story! I hope everyone likes it and welcomes my new character Lily

kalimera: good morning

glykiá: sweety

efkharîsto: thank you

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When the summer break arrives, everyone wants to know where the drivers will go. They ask where their vacations will be, if they'll spend time with their families, go to parties or stay at home to do the activities they couldn't do during the first half of the season.

"So? What are you going to do?" Carlos asked me, a glass of God knows what type of drink on his right hand, and his left arm on the back of the long couch. "You'll go with your family somewhere with that big boat?"

"I don't think so, mate" I sighed. "I just don't feel like that. My brother has to take care of two kids, my sister has summer competitions… I'm not in the mood, actually"

"And what are you going to do? Stay in your apartment and play videogames?" he laughed, making me roll my eyes and look away.

"I don't know, maybe I will do that" I groaned.

"Go somewhere alone" he said, placing the glass on the table and grabbing his phone. "Buy tickets to somewhere far enough of the spotlight and rent an apartment. I bet that would be exciting"

"Yeah, right. That only happens in movies" I scoffed while drinking a little of my beer.

"And you don't want it to happen to you? Come on, I know you are tired of the dating rumors, of being always on tabloids asking about your love life in summer. You should go somewhere alone, far from the media" he said, patting my back.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I should go to a place where no one knows who I am. Maybe I should grab a map and find a place where I can be on my own.

That's how I ended days after searching for a place where I should go.

Portofino? No, even if it's a beautiful place there are a lot of tourists and famous people there.

Somewhere in Spain? No… I was there last summer.

France? The Netherlands… no, they would recognize me.

Greece. That country has many islands. Maybe I can go somewhere and stay there all the break.

There are some islands where communication barely arrives, where you live in a mix of the past and the present and ignore the exterior. Right, that’s what I need.

I tried to find a good place, somewhere not too difficult to access. I shouldn’t rent a car, right? I have to look like a normal guy that casually has lots of money. No big luxury brands to be seen, no expensive watches or jewelry. I have to look like another tourist that wants to be in a village for a few weeks.

Now… How should I go there? Which place should I go? Not Mykonos, not Rhodes or Santorini. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

“Huh? Where are you going?” Max asked, walking behind me and watching the screen of my laptop. “Greece?”

“I want to go alone” I sighed, rubbing my forehead and looking at the screen, the list of all the islands of Greece were shown in front of me. “But I don’t know where to go”

I saw Max sitting next to me, looking at the screen and reading it. I searched in Wikipedia the list of islands just to know the name of them. But then the population was next to the names.

“Tell me a number between 1 and 144” he said, taking the laptop away from me.

“What?” I frowned looking at him. “Mate, it’s not a game, come on…”

“I’m helping you decide where you’ll go. So tell me a number” he frowned.

“God… Okay…” I sighed, closing my eyes and thinking of a number. “32?”

“Well, now you’ll go to Parga” he said.

I sighed. That was easy. It was too easy, and I didn't like it. I needed a place to get lost, my mind wanted to be in somewhere where neither my best friend knew where I was.

"But…" I sighed while brushing my hair with my hand.

"I won't tell anyone" he sighed. "Lando, mate… you need it. I understand. Now with those rumors about you saying things you never said and the girls they say you are dating, you need to be somewhere away from the problems"

I look at him and nod. He's right, of course he's right. Carlos and him know me, they know how bad the hate affects me and how it makes me feel.

"I'll go to that place" I sighed nodding. "But promise me you won't tell anyone"

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The started great. Everyone in the village started their routine as always, going to their boats, opening their restaurants and starting to cook. The streets smell of food, the women making their traditional dishes just to serve the tourists that came here, kids running and playing on the streets with their friends and the old people talking on the door of their houses.

"Kalimera, Nora" I smiled at the woman that was preparing some breakfast.

"Oh, Lily" she smiled, kissing my cheek. "Today we have a reservation. Someone will come to one of the apartments"

"Oh, really? At what time?" I asked, serving myself a cup of coffee.

"Don't worry about it, Dorien will take care of it" she smiled. "He works for me, glykiá. You can go do your work"

I smile and nod, taking a deep breath and looking at her.

Nora Makris, owner of some of the apartments here in Parga. The day I came she adopted me as one of her kids, taking care of me and helping me with everything I needed.

"What are you going to do today?" she asked, putting a plate of fruit in front of me.

"I think I'll work for a while at the cafeteria and then I'll go to the beach" I smiled at her.

Life here is easy: you wake up, get dressed always with a bikini under the clothes, work for a while and then go to the beach. Do you need more money? You can guide the tourists and help them with everything they need and translate things from the local people.

Three years ago I came with the idea of escape from my life, needing a place to disconnect and forget about my past. And thanks to Nora now I have a place to call home. Working in the cafeteria is always fun. The villagers come and teach me some of their traditions, they teach me their language and how to live like them.

After I finished my breakfast I started to help Nora, making coffee or baking things. I know everyone in this place, so I greet them with their name and make their favorite things the way they like.

"Kalimera, Lily" they smile when I arrive at their table, complimenting my coffee or my outfit.

Everybody wants to know about me. Why would a young woman come here alone for a trip and stay longer than expected? They say I'm mysterious, that I'm a gift from the gods. Maybe that's why they treat me like I was born there, not asking about my origins or about my life, only accepting that I'm one of them.

The morning went quick, the same routine as always. The upstairs neighbor wanted a coffee with a plate of mixed fruit, the old lady that lives two doors away wanted her morning tea with one of the pastries of the day, the mother that lives with her two kids wanted her usual morning coffee and a toast with avocado and cream cheese. Everyone has their story here, and that's what I love about this place.

"Lily, you can leave now" Nora said walking towards me. "I'll for a while for the lunch time and them I'll start preparing some dishes for whoever wants to come"

I nodded and smiled, grabbing my bag and taking off my apron, leaving it on the hanger that is next to the backdoor.

I went to my apartment, going upstairs and opening the door. I have to get changed and make something for lunch, something quick and easy so I can go to the beach soon.

Everything was going great. I was listening to music while cooking, singing on top of it and moving around. Cutting tomatoes, making some bread and making chicken to make a gyro.

I heard noises in the apartment next to mine, like someone talking in English and opening and closing doors, even someone talking dirty English. Walls here are thin, but I won't complain. I prefer having thin walls rather than not having anything.

When I finished making my lunch I grabbed my laptop and went to the balcony, eating everything while watching a show.

"That's Peaky Blinders?" I heard a voice from the other balcony.

I stopped the episode and frowned, looking at the tall wall that separated both balconies. I can't see the face of the person that talks to me, I only can hear him.

"Eh… yeah" I nod, blushing. "How do you know?"

"The accent and that they are always saying Thomas Shelby" he chuckled. "It's a great show"

"Yeah it is" I nodded, smiling. "It's the second time I watch it"

"That's nice" he said, and then silence again.

I continued watching the show, but it was awkward. Nora should have told me that the tourist was going to be my neighbor, that we were going to share walls.

The rest of the lunch time was relaxed. After I finished the lunch I laid on the couch to watch a little more of the show while packing my beach bag and getting changed to go there.

The beach here is some streets away, and on the way to it there are many stores to get the attention of the tourists: souvenirs, ice cream shops, things for the beach, even swimwear and sandals shops.

I grabbed my earphones and started playing some soft music after getting out of the apartment, locking the door and putting the keys on the bag.

I started my way to the beach, smiling at some people that recognized me and even stopping to talk with some of them. The old women always have something to talk about, even some of them try to make me date their grandsons.

"They would settle down with someone like you" they use to say. "You are so responsible and down on Earth!"

It always makes me laugh. I'm mysterious to them, no one knows why I came, only Nora.

I kept walking down the street, hearing music that now wasn't as soft as before. It was some type of rock, making me not hear my surroundings.

Making me not hear the scooter that was driving straight towards me.

"Stop!" the guy screamed, but it was too late for him to break and for me to jump back. "Shit!"

I fell to the floor. It was so fast, making me fall hard. I could feel blood in the plan of my hands and my knees, even a sharp pain on my ankle.

"Shit, are you okay?" he gasped, leaving the scooter on the floor and kneeling in front of me.

"What the hell?" I groaned, but I immediately moaned in pain. "Just pay attention to the road!"

"I did! You were the one that wasn't paying attention!" he exclaimed and it made me gasp, looking at him.

"It's you" I frown, recognizing the voice.

"Me?" he frowned, nervous. "What? You know who I am?"

He looked around, searching for someone or something. I could feel how anxious he was feeling right now.

"Shit, do you know who I am" he groaned.

"Yeah, my neighbor" I said, looking at him.

"What?" he mumbled, frowning. "Oh, you are the one that is watching Peaky Blinders… yeah, sorry"

I frown and look around. Was he searching for someone? No one was around, at this time people are already on the beach or working on their shops.

"Shit, you can walk, right?" he sighed, helping me to get up.

"Yeah… no" I groaned when I stood on my feet. "No, I think I hurt my ankle"

"Ah shit" he sighed. "Is there somewhere I can take you? Like… a medical center?"

"Yeah" I sigh, leaning on him since he was holding me to not stand on my ankle.

"Get on the scooter" he said, holding it and sitting on it, looking at me.

"What? No! You just crashed on me with it! I won't get on it!" I exclaimed, but the pain was worse than my own pride.

"I'll help you, okay? And I'll go slow and pay attention to every corner. Now, please, get on the scooter" he sighed.

I look at him and then at the back of his seat, where I'm supposed to sit. I have to get close to him to fit, wrap my arms on his waist and hold him. God, it will be really awkward.

"Come on" he hurried me.

I sighed, grabbing my bag from the ground and hanging it on my shoulder, standing on my good leg while I watched how he was offering me his hand to hold it. I looked at the palm of my hand, gow scratched and bloody it was, then at my knee. I’m surely going to get his shirt dirty with my blood.

“But the blood…” I sighed looking at his hand.

“I really don’t care, come on” he sighed, moving his hand to hold mine helping me get on the scooter. “It’s just blood, I can wash it away. And if you don’t look that ankle it will get worse”

I sigh and nod, getting on the scooter in a really uncomfortable way. He doesn’t have a spare helmet, so he took his helmet off and put it on my head. He didn’t start the engine, making me believe the vehicle was broken.

“Wrap your arms around me” he said looking back at me.

“What? No!” I exclaimed, raising up my hands, trying to not touch him.

“You’ll fall if you don’t do that!” he sighed, and grabbed both of my hands wrapping my arms around his waist making me blush hard.

This guy has really a strong rizz, he didn’t even flinch when I placed my hands on his abdomen, the dry blood getting on his shirt and my fingers feeling the line of his abs.

I tried to not blush, looking away and making sure he couldn’t see me through the mirrors. He smells good too, I wonder what type of perfume he’s using. And his curls are so good made, just on top of his head and on his sides is kinda shorty.

“It’s on this way, right?” he asked me, pointing to a signal that had a cross on it. “It’s in greek”

“Yeah, it's that way” I said nodding.

He parked the scooter in front of the door of the medical center, getting off of it after holding it with the stand. He took off the helmet from my head and then hung it on the handlebar.

“Do you need help?” he asked, looking at me.

Now I can see his eyes, his face. Well, he's cute.

“I think so, yeah” I sighed after trying to get out of the seat, but it was impossible.

He helped me, holding my arm and then he turned around. He wanted to carry me on his back? Can this be more awkward than it already is and looks? I sighed, sitting with both my legs hanging on the side of the scooter and looking at his back.

I hope no one is around. Because it’ll be the talk of the town.

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I felt bad. Really, really bad. The moment she recognized me I panicked, thinking that she recognized me because of who I was, not because of my voice. She’s the girl next door that when I walked inside the apartment Max rented for me was playing music while cooking. I heard her voice and then I heard the dialogues of the show I watched not long ago.

Her voice was soft, like velvet, and when she talked to me after I crashed into her, her mad voice made me remember Yuki. She was panicking and in pain, andI could feel how nervous she was while we had the ride on the scooter.

When we arrived at the medical center and I carried her inside of it she started talking in greek, making me impressed. She speaks perfect english and a perfect greek, where is she from?

“I have a sprained ankle” she sighed looking at me.

The moment the nurse saw her when we walked inside the local she guided us to a room, so I placed her on the hospital bed and sat next to her on a chair. I’m not an idiot, I know that it’s my fault and I should take care of what happened.

“Oh…” I frowned, looking at how the nurse was rolling a bandage around her right foot. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

She sighed and looked away. I still can feel how uncomfortable she is.

“I’ll pay for the medicines you have to take” I said, and she turned her head quickly at me, surprised.

“No, don’t worry about it! I can pay for them” she frowned, like if she was offended that I was offering to pay for the medicines.

She sighed and looked away again, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking out through the window. I bet she wanted to be on the beach, she was wearing a bikini under her summer dress, and on her bag there was a towel and a book too.

“It’s the least I can do, I ruined your day” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders.

The nurse looked at us and said something that made her blush. I wonder what she said.

“Okay” the girl sighed. “Yeah, okay”

I smiled weakly and nodded at the nurse, watching how she got up to grab something. I grabbed my phone and sighed, searching the dictionary I downloaded.

“How do you say thank you in greek?” I asked the girl, frowning, then I heard her chuckle.

“Efkharîsto” she said chuckling softly. “You came to Greece with no idea of how to say the basic things to survive here?”

“I survive thanks to a dictionary” I said sighing.

“Well, let me tell you that it’s useless” she laughed. “You should learn the basic words, just to not waste time searching them”

“What’s your name?” I asked her suddenly, looking at her and how her face changed. “I crashed into you, at least let me know the name of my first victim”

“Your first victim? I feel honored” she laughed, making me laugh. Good, the tension is now less present here. “Lily”

“That doesn’t sound Greek at all” I frowned, looking at her surprised.

“That’s because I’m not from here” she said shrugging her shoulders. “And what’s your name? In case I have to demand you, you know”

“Oh…” I laugh, but my mind immediately started to panic. Should I tell her my name? What if she discovers who I am? “Logan” lie.

“Well… nice to meet you in a bad way, Logan” she nodded.

Well done, Lando.

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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𓅨 The Places You’ve Been

The Places You've Been: As a student of Professor Robert Gadling, and finding out his darkest secret, you had the luck to meet Dream of the Endless. You managed to worm your way into a friendship with Morpheus… but you aren’t entirely sure how he really feels about you. At the very least, the Endless has decided to humor you by accompanying you on your upcoming trip to see the Roman Empire, and boy are you in for a trip of your lifetime.

Warnings: Morpheus Being Sly (while getting payback), Somewhat Oblivious Reader.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader x Hob Gadling, Idea from this post by @writing-fanics.

Word Count: ~4.1k

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“Do you have your passport? Papers, cards, phone, phone charger? Your wallet?” You rolled your eyes and nodded, shouldering your backpack and taking hold of your luggage.

“Yes, dad,” You smartly replied. Hob gave you a scowl, but you just snickered. He was, technically, a professor at the University where you were studying the history of the Roman Empire, and held absolutely no relation to you… but since the start of your program, he had been your biggest advocate and really, the only supportive figure in your life. Never mind the fact that he was like, over six hundred years. You couldn’t call him a parental figure… but you certainly had a special relationship with the man. Normal professors didn’t let their students crash at their inn and bar for free, nor did they come to care for their students like the way Hob did with you. No matter how strange your relationship was with Hob, he was one of the few people who you felt truly comfortable with. Talking history with him was always so easy. “Seriously, Hob, I’ve triple-checked everything on my packing list, and worst case scenario, I’ll harass Morpheus into helping me out with his magical mumbo jumbo.”

“Please don’t ever call it his magical mumbo jumbo to his face, Y/N.” Hob sighed, rubbing his face which was filled with stress. You countered his sigh with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t you have papers to be marking?”

“Don’t you have a flight to catch?” You blinked at his quip before your lips twitched, he was awake enough to give you sass back. You and Hob smiled at each other.

“Touché,” You then said before looking back down at your luggage. “I’ll text you when I get to the gate, when I board, and when I land, okay? I’ll also send you all the pictures I take at the end of the day, deal?”

“Yeah, Y/N/N, deal,” Hob sighed again. You eyed him and the bags beneath his eyes.

“And drink some coffee or sleep, you look like you’re going to keel over any second.” His scowl was back, but he couldn’t refute your words, so with a sulky look plastered to his face, he gave you one last hug. “I’m serious, you worry me when you look like this.”

“I promise to get some rest. Safe travels, Y/N,” You waved at him before heading into the airport. This was the first time you would be leaving Great Britain and to be frank, it terrified you to a certain degree. But at the same time, your excitement for getting to see all of the great remnants of the Roman Empire in person was filling you with giddiness. The flight to Milan was only going to take about two hours which gave you plenty of time to catch up on the sleep you had missed the previous night from being so excited. Your flight was early, so damn early in the morning that you yourself were feeling the effects of getting up so early, so the first thing you did when you got through security was get a nice coffee and sit down at your gate to look at your itinerary.

You had planned to start in Milan, then go south to Rome. From there you would take a short flight to Greece to visit Thessaloniki, and then hop over to Turkey to see the city’s Istanbul and Ephesus. Alexandria would be your next stop along the Mediterranean and to finish your trip you would visit the city of Carthage. It was a lot, but you had an entire month blocked off to enjoy this trip. Smiling at the itinerary you had so meticulously put together, you didn’t even notice that someone had sat down next to you.

“You seem rather taken by that paper, Y/N.” You were glad to say that you no longer jumped at his sudden appearance, but inside of you still managed to be surprised at his unforeseen arrival. Lifting your eyes from your list, you looked at Morpheus with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s my trip itinerary,” You exclaimed, holding it up and running your finger down your carefully penned notes. “I have everything we will be seeing and notes of what to make sure not to miss. You know I’ve been looking forward to this for over a year. I do not want to miss anything.” Morpheus’s eyebrow rose eloquently, one of his signature quirks. You could have also sworn that his lips twitched in amusement at your passion for the trip.

“I do not believe you will forget anything, ἀγαπητή. Your passion for your studies is prevalent and prepossessing.” You blinked at him.

“Okay, I may be a grad student, but I have no idea what you mean by prepossessing… probably should look that up.” You murmured more to yourself than to Morpheus. You sipped your coffee and looked down at the seven places you were going to visit with a broad smile. This really was going to be a trip of a lifetime, and you were glad to be sharing it with Morpheus. “Speaking of which, what are you doing here?” You asked him, your eyebrows furrowing. “It’s not like you’ve got a flight to catch.”

“Can I not see that you make your travel accommodations in a timely manner?” Morpheus countered his own eyebrow raising. You gave him a pointed look and huffed.

“You’re being mysterious again,” You commented.

“I was under the assumption that you adored unraveling mysteries?” The little smile on Morpheus’s lips was all apparent that he was, once again, teasing you. What did the Endless get out of teasing you so much? You didn’t know the answer to that question, but you did know that while he rarely expressed human emotion, he did like to tease you mercilessly. You gave him a scathing look and huffed back at him over the lid of your coffee.

“You know exactly what I mean Dream Lord.” Just as you muttered that your phone started ringing, Hob’s ringtone blared in the immediate vicinity.

Forever young

I wanna be forever young

Do you really want to live forever?

Forever and ever

Forever young

I wanna be forever young

Do you really want to live forever?

Forever and ever young

Morpheus raised his eyebrow once more as if saying ‘really?’. You brought out your phone and answered the call, still staring directly into Morpheus’s eyes.

“What’s up Hob,” You spoke, enjoying the way the immortal Endless’s eyebrows seemed to raise an infinite amount. Clearly, he didn’t understand the joke…

“You finished all of my markings…” You hummed in immediate response.

“You’re welcome, now go sleep, silly. You’re immortal, not someone who can survive on a few hours of sleep a day.” You told Hob frankly.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are bossy?” Hob sighed out, fatigue and tiredness clear in his voice.

“Oh yes, most definitely, and you knew that before you became my best friend.” You teased with a broad smile. “But in all seriousness, please go to bed.”

“Okay, Okay, you good for now? You at your gate?”

“Yes and I currently have lovely company.” You said, eyeing Morpheus who was surprisingly, still sitting next to you. “I’m hanging up now because the longer we talk the less likely you are of actually sleeping.”

“Be safe, Y/N,” You hung up the phone and eyed Morpheus.

“Six centuries and he still doesn’t know how to properly take care of himself?” You complained in a dramatic way. “I swear if I spend the entire trip worrying about him I am going to beat him over the head with one of his textbooks.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much, Y/N. Hob has managed to survive this long despite his adversities.” Morpheus spoke to you, trying to reassure you. “He is also more inclined to listen to what you tell him to do.”

“Are you calling me bossy?” You snorted, eyeing the Endless with a sharp look.

“Bossy? Perhaps, but at the very least you have sway over Hob and he does listen and value your words.” Morpheus said, then his head tilted to the side. “I believe your aeroplane is boarding.” You glanced over at the gate and found that he was right, the steward was manning the intercom and announcing the boarding zone. You turned back to Morpheus

“Then I suppose I shall—“ You trailed off when you realized that he had left. You sighed and began gathering your things. He came and went like the wind, but you always felt emptier when he left. Hob filled that hole quite well, but even his departure left you feeling alone. How had you gotten to this point in your life where you found yourself revolving around the two men? If you weren’t with one, you were with the other. When you were alone, you were lost. “Ridiculous.” Recycling your coffee cup, you joined the boarding line. You sent Hob one last text when you found your seat on the aeroplane and settled in for your flight.

Milan was a beautiful city that you, admittedly, had gotten lost in the very first day you spent there. Thankfully, a local of Milan had been kind enough to sort you out and you had started your great trip by looking at the architecture that came about because of Emperors Constantine and Licinius issuing the Edict of Milan, legalizing Christianity across the Roman Empire. The many gothic cathedrals that rose tall in ornate sculptured buildings captivated your attention. When Morpheus arrived as promised, you had dragged him to almost every place to be seen, giddy with excitement and happily giving the history of the site. You knew plenty about the cities you planned on visiting, even if the knowledge did not fall in Roman times.

Of course, every time you asked Morpheus if he had been to the places you dragged him to, he always said yes. It was disheartening to a point, you wanted to share the discovery of something new with him. Those thoughts quickly passed when you started snapping pictures and exchanging text messages with Hob, who was just as excited as you were. When you traveled south to Rome and had promptly told Morpheus that you were taking him to the Trevi Fountain. Morpheus didn’t quite understand your want and need to follow through with the coin toss tradition. But you were stubborn and put your foot down, which is how Morpheus found himself being pulled along by the hand you held firmly in yours, to the very fountain he had viewed on its debut in 1762. You made it to the fountain and proceeded to spend the next five minutes gushing about the facts of it, explaining the sculptures to Morpheus. You dug out some coins to toss into the fountain.

“You wish to do what?” Morpheus asked inquisitively. You blinked at him with a raised eyebrow while offering him a one-euro coin.

“You know exactly what I want to do, Morpheus.” You told him, getting out your own coins. “We are here, we can’t just not toss coins into the fountain. It’s tradition.”

“A silly one,” Morpheus muttered beneath his breath before you elbowed him in the side. He took your offered coin despite his great reluctance. “Very well.” You happily beamed at him and closed your own coins in your right hand before turning around with your back facing the fountain. Morpheus watched you as you closed your eyes for a few moments, then threw two coins over your left shoulder. They plopped into the fountain with a light splash and you expectantly turned to him.

“Well?” You broached him. “Go on, toss your coin,” Morpheus repeated your actions and tossed his single coin.

“Does this satisfy you, ἀγαπητή?” He asked you. You gave him a sour look.

“You could have at least looked happy about it.” You stated. “This is supposed to be a happy trip and here you are looking as always.” His eyebrow went up.

“And what do I always look like then?”

“Like you’d rather be anywhere else… or bored. You look bored a lot.” You pointed out as you pulled out your camera and started taking pictures. “Let me guess, ‘I was here when it was being constructed, yada yada yada, why must I come when I saw it built with my own eyes'.” Your impression of Morpheus made his lips quirk.

“I saw it when it was completed in 1762, actually.” Morpheus corrected you. You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever,” You sighed, you then brandished your camera. “Now smile and look like you aren’t in pain. Hob wants more pictures of you.”

Thessaloniki wasn’t much better, regarding Morpheus’s attitude that is. All of the ruins you went to and he had seen each and every one as they were built to be, not in the current day ruins. It was getting to be exasperating if you were to be honest with yourself. Why was he on this trip with you? To be honest, Hob had been very reluctant to let you go on a month-long endeavor around the Mediterranean. Someone as young as you wandering around the Mediterranean alone? He wasn’t going to have it. Then Morpheus had invited himself onto your trip and Hob was suddenly much happier with you going. Talk about moody immortals. They changed their minds on a whim it seemed. At what point in your friendship had they become so protective of you? You didn’t know.

Your fork poked the half-eaten falafel on your plate in front of you as you gazed out into the picturesque waters of Greece.

“Do you not like it?” You glanced at Morpheus, who was studying you intently, his eyes drifted to your half-eaten meal in concern. Setting your fork down, you cleared your throat and shook your head.

“No, I do, I’m just lost in thought,” You explained. Morpheus’s head tilted to the side in question, and you could feel his question before he asked it.

“A dream for your thoughts?” A small chuckle escaped your lips and you leaned back in your seat, drumming your fingers on the tabletop.

“Why were you and Hob so against this trip in the first place?” Morpheus blinked at you and considered your question. You certainly had a right to know and their immortal man nor Endless liked the appeal of lying to you… but at the same time, their reservations seemed from the mere fact that you were mortal and your life fleeting. Their immortal lives tended to attract dangers that they wished to keep you far from… but you had a proclivity to charge right into that which they tried their best to steer you away from.

“It is not our desire to see you wandering strange lands with so little protection.” You suddenly weren’t so sure of your best friend status with either man. Well, either man or being…

“Try it,”

“I do not need to, aşkım. Surely you would like to enjoy them all to yourself.” Morpheus replies, dodging the mussel you were currently thrusting into his face.

“No, try,” You insisted, stretching up on your toes. “You said you would humor me!” You complained, your wrist swerving as Morpheus carefully dodged your incoming fingers and grasped your arm. You pouted at him which made the little old lady that was manning the food cart start to chuckle. “Morpheus!”

His blue eyes stared into yours and you stared just as hard, back, or perhaps not hard, but more puppy-like. Pleading. He and Hob could never resist your pleading face. But you could see the cracks in his composure. You pouted your lip a little more. Morpheus sighed and relaxed his posture.

“Aşkım, this trip is for y—“ You managed to shove the mussel into his mouth as he spoke and let out an exclamation of triumph. Morpheus jerked in surprise and as you laughed and beamed at him, the fact that you had just shoved food into his mouth was entirely forgotten as he stared down at you. He had seen you happy before, elated, but not like this. Not this exuberant, not this vibrant, not this illuminating. Morpheus was so taken by you at that moment he was oblivious to the fact that you had asked the old woman behind the stall to take a picture of you and Morpheus. It was only when you were trying to shove a second mussel into his mouth and a flash went off that he pulled himself from your bewitching elation.

“Y/N!” He rumbled, scowling down at you. You giggled deviously at him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What?” You innocently asked. “This is supposed to be a fun trip, not a trip where I do everything alone.”

“Listen to your wife, young man! You make a beautiful couple!” The old woman chortled. Both you and Morpheus flushed and just as you got a view of his ears turning pink as he thanked the old woman and dragged you off. As he walked, you kept sneaking looks at Morpheus. Oh yes, this Endless could in fact blush. At least you got a picture of you shoving those delicious mussels into his mouth or Hob would never believe you had actually gotten Morpheus to eat one.

Your thoughts of your relationship with Morpheus and Hob went out the window as you explored the rest of Turkey. Istanbul and Ephesus were both beautiful and overwhelming with their historic history. You had run yourself ragged several times over the course of the nine days you spent in the country. Morpheus was not happy with you for doing such a thing to your body, had chided you on several occasions, and even had Hob call to give you a scolding. You had simply rolled your eyes at them, crossed your arms, and waited for the scolding to end. That had been three days ago, and after three days of radio silence on your part, you finally decided to put Hob out of his misery and face-timed him from your hotel room while Morpheus was out.

“Oh thank God, I thought you were still not talking to me,” Hob said dramatically but entirely truthful. Your lips quirked at him.

“Still feeling like yelling at me for enjoying Turkey?” You asked, moving to step outside onto the balcony and take a seat to watch the sunset. Getting comfortable, you stared at Hob��s face, gauging his reaction. He sighed and rubbed his face.

“I’ll give you that one, Y/N because it is far too painful to be ignored by you. Never again.” He moaned pathetically. “All I’ve been doing lately is marking papers and it is dreadfully boring without you.” You laughed in the face of his misery.

“Oh come on, Hob, you aren’t missing me that much.” You chuckled, missing the look that flashed in his eyes. “But I will tell you, I’m getting tired of Morpheus telling me ‘I’ve been here before and it isn’t anything new, and I am highly unimpressed, and I will now sulk around and look bored for the rest of the time'. Surely he has to be amazed by something or at the very least, hasn’t been to one of the places? Is there anywhere he hasn’t been?”

“Considering his age, probably not,” Hob replied, giving you a sympathetic look. “Y/N, if Morpheus was bored or didn’t want to be there, we both know he would be long gone.” You reluctantly nodded in agreement.

“Well, I’ve certainly forced him into plenty of pictures it’s a miracle that he’s still humoring me. Do you think it’s possible to give an Endless an eye tick?” Hob started laughing at your words and you simply lifted your eyebrows. “Well? Pretty sure I’ve driven him up the wall with what I’ve put him through. You get that picture of him in Istanbul?”

“The one where you were trying to shove mussels into his mouth? Distinctly.” You giggled in memory.

“Let’s just say that the little old lady manning the food shop mistook him for my husband. Pretty sure his ears turned pink?” Hob’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline in disbelief and you waved your hand at the camera. “I didn’t even know he could turn that color, it was quite endearing.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that, he’ll take great offense.” You hummed with a short giggle.

“Oh please, he lets me get away with almost anything these days. It’s actually kind of strange really…” You sigh out, taking a glance at the sunset shimmering along the horizon of the ocean. “You know you’re missing out right now, Alexandria is quite beautiful.” Hob sighed at your words. He knew exactly what he was missing, not just the views and sights, but missing out on a trip with you. Morpheus was a lucky bastard, getting to spend time with you when you were at your happiest. At the very least, locals had taken your picture for you so he could see your blinding smile… but still, there was nothing like being there to experience it. “Hob?”

“Sorry? Got lost in thought for a moment, what are you going to see next?”

“Montazah Palace,” You replied. “I’m looking forward to the views and architecture.”

You were walking through the gardens, enjoying the carefully selected plants throughout the garden, and occasionally looking up at the palace. Morpheus was walking behind you, watching as you flittered about the palace grounds once again bursting with facts and excitement. This was one of the reasons why he had joined you on this trip. Morpheus loved how passionate you were about your studies and what better way to enjoy your company than on a trip where it was only you and him? It was perhaps selfish of him to do so, but he had enjoyed every moment thus far.

Walking over to the stone veranda that oversaw the incredible waters the palace was perched above, you leaned your arms against the stone railings and sighed. This picturesque view was incredibly mind-blowing to you, the idea of someone living with this view as their backyard? Absolutely incredible, but knowing Morpheus, he was probably not the least bit impressed.

“Let me guess,” You stated, looking over your shoulder to give the Endless a pointed look. “You were here long before man came along and ruined the view with the buildings… am I right?”

Morpheus raised an eyebrow and walked up beside you, observing the sunset that shimmered quite beautifully over the Egyptian waters. Yes, it was beautiful and extraordinary, but the only real beauty Morpheus could see right now was you.

“I was here to witness this land long before man designed to set foot here.” He told you, much to your irritation. You threw your head back and gripped the stone railing tightly as you groaned.

“Okay, I get it! You’ve been everywhere and at this point? I hardly think anything on this trip is going to be new or the least bit enjoyable.” You huffed out, at your wit's end. “Is there anywhere you haven’t been!?” Morpheus cocked his head to the side for a moment, then replied.

“Yes,” It was a simple answer like you expected, just not the word you thought he would say. You blinked at him and raised your eyebrow.

“And where would that be?” You asked in exasperation. Surely it was some cosmic destination that you’d never heard of before. Far, far away from Earth and hidden within the depths of the universe. Morpheus turned his head to look down at you. His face was devoid of emotion, or better described as unreadable.

“Inside you.” Dead silence stretched out between you as your mind reeled in place. Your brain was very slowly computing what he said. Painfully slow. Then it clicked and your jaw went slack. Morpheus, who had been watching the gears turn in your head, gave you a smirk. He considered that payback for Istanbul, but in all honesty, his words were the truth. He would wait however long it took to be given the chance to explore that very place. You held up a finger, preparing to go off on him for teasing you in such a dirty-minded way, but then it occurred to you. He wasn’t teasing you, not at all.

“You are a despicable Endless sometimes, do you know that?” You groused side-eyeing Morpheus. He just knowingly smirked at you and enjoyed the rest of his view. It was breathtaking.

Date Published: 11/22/22

Last Edit: 11/22/22

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inklessletter · 10 months

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Babe. Bestie. Sister from another Mister. Honey. Twin of sin...? lol - it rhymed, okay? XD I'd love to copy you and ask for you to just go through them all but I KNOW you're getting other asks. :)

2, 7, and since you've already answered 15 let's go withhhhhh 13.

If you've answered these already, please feel free to pick anything else. :)

(like 6 - I love that one tooo......)

ily <3

Oh, my love. My platonic wife, my twin of sin (I loved it) <3

2. Favorite Steddie fanart artist?

God, there are so much talent out there, but there are two of them that I will never forgive myself if I don't let this out of my chest. @ahhrenata and @resande are INCREDIBLE in their own particular way.

@ahhrenata's works are, god, they're other worldly, every piece has me looking at them in tiny detail, there's something fast and easy, bright colours, fluff and love and care, and such a trained hand from drawing them so much that their features are so goddamn recognisable from one piece to another. It is so goddamn hard to do that, do you know how much talent and how many hours they have spent drawing them to make them look alike in every piece they do? That's passion and dedication, and it reaches people! I just can feel the love they pours into their pieces, it hits me, it makes me stop, it makes me smile. Their work makes me, simply and plainly, happy.

@resande is an absolute titan. Their works are, jesus, I don't know how to explain myself in these ones. Okay, whenever I see any of their steddie pieces there is something raw in them, almost animalistic, and please, don't get me wrong because I don't mean this in a bad way. It feels like remembering something so vividly, always through a filter of feeling. The emotions they express on their works are so color coded, so intense. Their illustrations are not scenes, are pure feelings, and that is breath taking, so hard to achieve and they leak the feelings in their works so easily, like a meal you've prepared a thousand times, like muscle memory.

Both of them are incredibly, incredibly outstanding. I want to say that they're talented (that they are, they SO are), but god, there's so much work behind that, and that work is tinted with passion. Every piece they make is a collection of minutes that led them there. I won't ever, not for a moment, not stopping dead in my tracks when anything they do pops in my dash.

7. Which one hogs the covers when they sleep?

Eddie. Absolutely Eddie. That gremlin won't stop moving even sleeping.

13. If they went on vacation or traveled somewhere, where would it be?

Uh, I think they would be such travel lovers. I think their first trip would be somewhere sunny, far away from Hawkins, I think they would be looking for something different, to be honest, somewhere far away enough for them to be actually comfortable to be themselves unapologetically. Maybe they would go to California, or Las Vegas (they would be so goddamn funny in Las Vegas). But I think that when their relationship grows stronger and they're more stable, they would love just to visit different places. They would go, I don't know, maybe somewhere in South America. Argentina, or Brazil, maybe. I don't think they would be afraid of the language barrier. I think Steve doesn't mind not going in expensive vacations, and I think he would actually love to organize everything himself. Eddie, though, I think he would trust Steve so goddamn much, and it would be the key for Steve to actually relax. He's chaotic enough to make him enjoy unexpected little things, but not too crazy that Steve's schedule goes to shit.

I honestly think that if there's a place that actually makes them consider not returning home, like seriously, is Scotland. They know that they could be happy there. They also consider that in Greece, and again in Italy. But they're always drawn to Scotland, and they joke about dropping everything and just go. And it starts as a joke, but then Eddie makes it an actual wish, that Steve ends up turning into an actual plan.

aaaand 6 I'm going to actually answer it in a following ask!

Thank you so much for sending this, babe, I love you sooo much I want to boop your nose when you least expect it for years asdfasdf

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hey logan if ur still taking prompts………… mtf georgie/alex 🥺

Samuel, baby. Yes.

Trans stuff so like, if that bothers you, first off, what are you doing here? Are you lost? I don't have a second point actually, just kindly fuck off.

Some coming out and some soft feelings realizations.

"I'm a girl."

Alex drops his phone and his water bottle and apparently his brain because he spins on George with wide eyes, "You're what, mate?"

And then he cringes at himself and tries again. "Thank you for telling me that."

Alex thinks George looks nauseous and Alex realizes that...that Alex might be the first person to hear this confession out loud. He often is when it comes to George - or, well. Alex moves closer to where George is trying very very hard to disappear into nothing, folding down down down until -

Alex places both of his hands on George's cheeks. "What name would you like me to use?"

George turns her - Alex categorizes it and repeats it. Her her her - face into Alex's open palm, eyelashes fanned across her cheekbones. "Georgie is fine, Lex. That's what you've always called me and well -"

She swallows hard, eyes coming up to meet Alex's, shiny with tears and...the reality of it comes crashing down on Alex.

Alex can call her by this name and make sure she has space in her flat or Alex's flat and support her...but F1...even if it's Merc. Even if she has Lewis behind her. It's...it's not that easy.

Georgie sniffs hard, a sob getting caught in her throat and Alex pulls her in, wraps his arms around her shoulders, tries to put love and protections and respect into it, tries to make Georgie feel it all.

"Okay, Georgie. Whatever you need." Alex kisses her temple. "We can talk about it more after dinner, yeah?"

Georgie sniffs and pulls away, but she's smiling at Alex like she hasn't smiled in...in a year maybe and Alex wants to cry too all of the sudden - thinking about her struggling with this big thing alone.

"Help me cut up the veg, Lex." Georgie says, busying herself with the carrots.

Alex can only help really, touch her on the side, treat her exactly the same as before so she knows that Alex is unshakeable. He's been here since the beginning and this changes nothing.

They're somewhere in Greece. Snuck away on summer break.

Pierre is at the same resort, being squirrelly and weird, but Alex doesn't care to ask questions - their relationship still tense in places - like the place they stitched back up has but one thing to make it inflamed again and they're it for each other.

Georgie has her arms over her head, dancing with zero coordination and a laugh on her face.

Alex had bought her that top in France - a bit more fitted than anything Georgie has ever bought herself, but not quite so obviously a woman's top. He had seen in and known that Georgie would take it out of the box, run her long fingers over it, smile at him.

He watches her dance and watches her drink and watches her blush underneath the lights when she looks up and catches Alex looking at her and it fills Alex up like nothing ever has and he -

That's his girl.

The weird swirling feeling he's had over Georgie for the last four months? The way he looks for her first? The way it's gotten steadily more since that confession in her kitchen. More everything. More all of the time.

Georgie crooks a finger at Alex, requesting him to come dance and Alex goes immediately - tries to make it bro behavior when he slings an arm around her waist. He knows that there will be a camera phone pointed at them soon and Alex can't do this here.

"Come back with me?" He leans over to shout in Georgie's ear.

She nods, easy and trusting, following Alex out the door before quickly untangling herself from Alex and his heart falls. He wants her. He wants her always.

Georgie stops. "What's wrong?" She puts a hand on Alex's arm and he stops walking. "Did something happen? Was someone taking pictures?" Her eyes go wide wide wide.

Alex shakes his head and starts to say not now or maybe I think I've just realized how gone for you I am, but he waves her to keep walking towards the villa they rented for the weekend and they continue in silence, but now she's stiff, arms wrapped around herself like she does when they're somewhere she's uncomfortable.

Alex is awful because he makes her wait until they're inside the front door before he reaches out to take her hand.

She's always been honest with her. Unfailingly honest. Even when it hurt him - even when it hurt the both of them at times and they've always survived.

"Think I've committed a friendship sin, Georgie." Alex goes for self deprecating, but it comes out tired.

Georgie tries to tug her hand out of Alex's, but he doesn't let her.

"Been feeling a bit weird lately. Think I'm falling for you a little bit. Which I know is not something you need, but I wanted you to know." He laughs, squeezing down on her hand and studying the way her left shoe lace has come untied. "But do not worry about me, Georgie." He says each words carefully. "I know I'll sort it out -"

Georgie leans in and cuts him off with a kiss - chaste, quick, dry.

She is red all the way down to her shirt collar, trembling and breathing shallowly. "You shouldn't." She whispers, eyes down. "Sort it out, I mean. Because it's um. It's you for me too."

Alex kisses her again, grinning too hard for it to be a proper kiss really, but she's giggling into it and he feels her body relax underneath his touch.

"You look so pretty tonight and it's actually going to end me, Georgie."

Georgie pulls back, eyes shiny and blinking hard. "Say it again."

"Pretty," Alex places his hand on her cheek. "Prettiest girl I've ever seen."

The end up standing in the foyer for a long time while Georgie cries and Alex holds her and he wouldn't want anything or anyone else.

#Galex #mtf character #trans things here

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borisbubbles · 1 year

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Eurovision 2023 PRESHOW - part 3: the Borewhores

Time for my favourite part of any ranking - the songs that make me feel absolutely nothing. Hooray! These songs aren’t bad, but I don’t care for them. There a place for their entries at ESC, and that place is NOW!!! Bask in the glory of the grotesquely average! Or as I affectionally call them: the boring cunts.

29. ITALY Marco Mengoni - “Due vite” Autoqualifier

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Whoever reads “Borewhore slaughter” in a BorisBubbles write-up thinks there will be an Italy write-up in the mix. Your thinking is once again correct! 😁

I don’t fucking know what to say about Italy anymore. I honestly feels like they’ve achored themselves down to send male-fronted mid-range emotional ballads, each new one just as dull and insipid as the previous one. L’essenziale, Fai rumore, Brividi, what’s the fucking difference, honestly? I’d say it’s the same old, but look at their entries in the last decade, and look at ALL of their San Remo winners since 2020. There was more variation amongst any four-year Italian stretch in the 60s, 70s and 80s, the time period where Italy were consisently one of the worst countries.

Even as i’m sitting down to review this, my first instinct was “At least Marco’s handsome?” as a punchline and that says it all really? Italy fandom honestly IS barely about their songs and more about whoever (man) performs it, and what he looks like. The fucking halo effect that white mankind projects onto Italians is omnipotent and often earned, but so worth calling out in contexts like these. At least Marco IS handsome, I guess, the first *actually* handsome and charismatic Italian lead since Il Volo. No more “Protecc The Smoll Bean” nonsense.

So um, the song. God, I don’t care how many silly Spaniards rank it absurdly high on their lists, “Due vite” is boring. I appreciate that it’s inoffensively competent but good grief, it and I do not align. WHY DOES IT HAVE SO MANY WORDS. I know that Italians are a loqacious lot and yap about anything, but this stereotype personified in ballad form frankly exhausts me.

At least he’s handsome the fandom isn’t annoying about Italy this time around, I guess.

Odds at Eurovision - ITALY

Aside from the Spaniards nobody seems to care about Marco. One may think this sets up an illusive Italian male flop but I’m not quite as easily fooled. Marco WILL come top 10. Look at this field, and tell me where the jury votes are gonna go towards. Italy will receive a decent mark here. That the fans are less vocal about Italy than they normally is merely an indicator that they’ll place somewhere in the lower half of the top 10. Maybe the Mengoni special of 7th place :-)

Projected placement: 6th-10th (specifically: 7th) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

28. CYPRUS Andrew Lambrou - “Break a broken heart” Semi 2, slot #06

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You know, sometimes the broadcasters easen job. Cyprus released a teaser for Andrew’s song before release, and although it lasted for THIRTY SECONDS it told us everything we ever needed to know about “Break a broken heart”, including what the remaining two and a half minutes would sound like. Great songwriting, y’all. 😃

Upon announcement though, I harboured a faint hope Andrew would just give us another “Electrify”, fulfilling his predestined role as this year’s hapless himbot with a basic club banger. Instead Cyprus imagined some dragons and sure, if you’re going to be basic there are worse directions to go. Doesn’t take away this is some lower-end ID song here to cash out another easy low-effort qualification into the usual 21st place.

B L E R G H.

Odds at Eurovision - CYPRUS

Andrew is Australian and less awful than little Victor Varicose Vein. So I think it’s safe to state Cyprus do better than Greece? They’re guaranteed one twelve from Greece and another one from Australia. That by itself puts them mathematically ahead of several countries in that semi.

Like I honestly REALLY wish “Break a broken heart” were.. you know, good, because that would ensure Greece’s NQ while making Cyprus (which is a lock on PAPER) an even more secure qualifier. Sadlty, that’s not the case. In a fully just world though, everyone recognizes the “Break a broken heart” is just boringdull baggage nobody wants to take home with them, and both Cyprus and Greece get to hold hands as they sink into a sea of flop. Sadly that’s unlikely to happen in semi 2, unless ALL the other fringe qualifiers deliver something extraordinary. Once in the final, Cyprus will beach themselves in a 21st-ish place (with votes from Greece and Australia ONLY), and nobody will talk about them ever again. 🙂

Qualifier Tier: B+ Projected placement: 7th-10th (semi), 19th-23rd (Grand final).

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27. UKRAINE TVORCHI - “Heart of steel” Autoqualifier

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What a big pile of misery. Yes, YES, I am aware what country this is. Any of us would be highly delusional to believe Ukraine would go for something cheery at this present moment in time, but Krut and Finka were right there, on offer for the Ukrainians to take? We don’t have to like Ukraine this year, surely? Yeah it’s TAKING A STAND!! AGAINST THE EVIL INVADER!!! but if it’s about resilience and overcoming odds, then why does it sound like a fucking funeral march hmm?

For all its doom and gloom, I don’t dislike “Heart of steel” though. It is well-made and unique, which I can appreciate. But I also don’t give two fucks about it. It’s a far cry away from the usual high octane stuff Ukraine send.

More than anything, “Heart of steel” feels like the end of success story for what is ultimately one of Eurovision’s best and most consistent participating countries. While it won’t happen this year, I’ve a feeling Ukraine will continue to send entries like these, with diminishing returns until they finally ruin their perfect qualification record.

At least they’re not winning this time around, but more on that in the next rublic:

Odds at Eurovision - UKRAINE

The expectations for Ukraine differ depending on who you’d ask, ranging from “winning back-to-back” to “they’ll flop and come bottom five”. I think the expectations are wrong.🙂 Ukraine will come top 10, but nowhere near a win. Eurovision is not a charity, but there there’s clearly going to be some sort of sympathy vote.. But I also feel like this will be limited to countries with a vested interest towards supporting Ukraine (the Baltics, Poland, Czechia). Most of the other casuals I believe will have moved on, more stingy with their money in a world where general prices have skyrocketed.

In most countries the oro-Ukraine vote will be limited to the expats and refugees for the most part because, again, most of Europe has moved on and also because “Heart of Steel” is kinda unvoteable oops. I can’t make a projection of how many points that’ll be, but I’d be surprised it Ukraine got more than a bunch of fives and sixes? That should still be enough for a good result overall, but not enough to come even NEAR the actual winning entries.

Based on musical merit i would estimate a decent jury score as well, to further underline a good but not outstanding result in Liverpool.

Projected placement: 4th-10th (prediction: 6th place)

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26. ESTONIA Alika - “Bridges” Semi 2, slot #4

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What a wild rollercoaster ride for an entry I fundamentally care very little about. I went from not caring about Alika to lowkey stanning her to concluding that wait actually "Bridges” kinda sucks, so Estonia should be ranked lowish. Oops!

Idk, I think that *within the context of Eesti Laul* where it became immediately obvious (from the feedback I heard from actual Estonians) that Alika would win, I just... forced myself to like her? I also had taken it upon myself that Ollie NEEDED to lose for his overrated ~emo boy with emotions~ nonsense (no, it doesn’t work better if disguised as a Linkin’ Park song.) by all means necessary. Bedwetters would be the ideal men for the job, but again since nobody in Estonia seemed to care about them (why? Were Ollie and Alika truly that more exciting? What a crazy country.), Alika was a decent alternative, or so I thought.

Once she actually beat Ollie, I gave Alika little thought until it was time for the bulk relisten. During that I concluded that “Bridges” kinda annoys me? For something supposed to be introverted, it’s loud and pungent.

The presentation at EL does NOT help it either, as it involves Alika angrily screaming about how SHE’S BUILDING UP A WORLD OF BREECHES (what does that metaphor even MEAN, btw?) with the panache of a crazy woman who was just dragged from a river. It’s like Iceland where I feel like there’s a “solid idea” but the execution is a sloppy mess. Unlike Estonia though, iceland have a very good song AND fun performer this year, so i’m willing to forgive their flaws. 🙂

So much for the ONLY female-fronted classical ballad in this year, huh?

Odds at Eurovision - ESTONIA

Estonia are one of several countries in the second semi that are on the cusp. As i’ve written before, 7 countries are very likely through to the final: those 7 are Australia, Lithuania, Austria, Belgium, Slovenia, Armenia and Cyprus (probably in that precise order). San Marino are dead, and Poland/Romania hang on by a sliver. EVERYONE ELSE has a more or less equal shot at the final three positions. Estonia’s advantages here are (1) Alika’s powerful voice and (2) Bridges being the only classical ballad in the semi. Both of those things can help Estonia stand out and receive televotes, in a semi where their closest ally is Lithuania.

Estonia is also disadvantaged however. The first and largest of these is that the semi has a very slow start, so someone will have to kickstart it. That will not be “Bridges” which is adding reverse alacrity to the already dull proceedings

Even worse, I believe the big kicker will be Belgium. Estonia are on DIRECTLY BEFORE them, which is a very bad spot to be in.

Also, being on fourth with a ballad is never good.

ALSO, “Bridges” in its current state is shouty and miserable.

There are several things Estonia need to rethink in terms of their staging and Alika’s styling, if their ambition is to do well, let alone qualify. Currently I think they’ll come close to the Q, but will narrowly miss it in 11th or 12th place.

If they do make the final, I could see Bridges becoming one of those entries that Juries love to death and televoters don’t give two fucks about. Their result will be lower-midtable once they’ve passed the big old hurdle of “reaching the grand final with a ballad in a full televote scoreboard”. Qualifier tier: C Projected placement: 8th-14th (Semi), 14th-19th (Grand Final)

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And that concludes those I find very very boring :-) Next up are the decent entries. I’m not fully on board with them, but I understand why they’re liked. They bring something different to the table and I can appreciate that even if I’m not the target audience. 🙂

THE RANKING:

Part 1: The BAD entries (Switzerland / Croatia / Israel / Greece) Part 2: the IRRELEVANT entries (Ireland / Albania / Netherlands / San Marino)

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Why is Mamma Mia my comfort movie?

Mamma Mia is a widely popular movie that has won the hearts of many viewers. The movie is known for its energetic music, enchanting scenery, and feel-good storyline. It tells the story of Sophie, a young woman who is about to get married and wants to find out who her biological father is before her wedding. In her quest to discover her father's identity, she invites three men to her wedding, who could be her father. The movie presents a perfect blend of humor, drama, and romance. One of the reasons why Mamma Mia is loved by so many is its soundtrack, which features popular songs from the Swedish pop group, ABBA. Their music is known for its catchiness and upbeat energy, making it entertaining for many listeners (I still cry every time “slipping trough my fingers” starts playing). Their music is also often described as having great melodies, interesting harmonies, and memorable lyrics that are easy to sing along to. Moreover, ABBA's music combines influences from multiple musical styles, including pop, rock, disco, and even classical music, contributing to its dynamic and diverse sound and is recognized for its use of innovative production techniques and studio effects, such as doubling vocals, layering sound, and utilizing synthesizers, creating a unique and memorable listening experience. Overall, ABBA's music has stood the test of time, continuing to entertain and capture the attention of listeners of all ages and backgrounds. The setting of the movie is also beautiful, with scenes taking place on a stunning Greek island (that’s definitely in my travel list). The film showcases the pristine beaches and picturesque villages that make Greece a desirable tourist destination. The combination of great music and breathtaking scenery is sure to transport viewers to a world of relaxation and enjoyment. Mamma Mia's cast is also a major factor in creating its success. The movie features award-winning actress Meryl Streep, who delivers a fantastic performance playing the role of Donna (spoiler: we miss you Donna), Sophie's mother. Streep's ability to nail both dramatic and comedic scenes is remarkable. Moreover, her dancing and singing skills are also impressive. Other actors in the movie, including Colin Firth, Pierce Brosnan, and Amanda Seyfried, also deliver solid performances. Their chemistry on screen is palpable and helps to create a believable and engaging story. Another aspect that sets Mamma Mia apart is its heart-warming storyline. The movie emphasizes the importance of family, loving relationships, living life to the fullest, and never giving up. It is a story of self-discovery that manages to inspire viewers to live their lives to the fullest and pursue their dreams (it’s supposed to be a happy movie, but I always end up crying anyways?). Mamma Mia is undoubtedly a great movie that has captured the attention of viewers worldwide. Its engaging storyline, breathtaking scenery, and catchy soundtrack combine to create an experience that is both entertaining and inspiring. It is an ultimate feel-good movie that celebrates the importance of family, friendship, and a willingness to take risks to find oneself. Its success and popularity among people from different walks of life are a testament to the movie's greatness. After all this do i need to clarify that this is my favorite movie? I hope this post makes you want to watch it (there’s also a sequel) and think you would enjoy it like I do. Sofia Aguirre (since my name is like the protagonist’s name I might be biased but who cares?) And here’s the link to the Mamma Mia soundtrack on Spotify.

#submission

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I find it so very satisfying to think of the Thalmor as a Celtic uprising in an ideal world, colonising the English (Nords) right back. Feels like divine justice.

To finally be stood on top of the world, looking down as you crush a former empire beneath your boot, reeling from the realisation that for the first time in history, you’re the one doing the fucking.

You’re watching the people who fucked your country over for millennia getting absolutely rawdogged by life. You’re getting high on the fact that they can’t even tolerate themselves, leaving the door wide open for you to rip everything out from underneath them.

You’re absolutely ecstatic thinking about destroying their saints who wormed their way into your pantheons. You want to make them regret ever invading your home in the first place, even if you’ve had to wait this long. Perfection takes time.

Your revenge needs to be perfect, needs to be ice cold, and by the gods, you’ll eat your cake and have it, too.

And that’s what I channelled into Caerwyn aep Caderyn when I created him. To create a warlord, you’ve got to think like one, so I took a matter deeply personal to me, and blew it up to a planetary-level scale. Think about what you’d start a war over, and blow it up.

It could be that you’re LGBT, and you would pull an Achilles to be with the one you loved. You’d destroy all of Greece if it meant you could have your Patroclus.

Or, it could be something as minor as wanting to wage war on people who prefer barbecue sauce to ketchup. Make the barbecue sauce the most heinous, disgusting thing you can think of, and begin strategising how you would convert the barbecue sauce lovers into ketchup lovers, or how you would disguise yourself as a ketchup lover whilst slowly adding more and more barbecue sauce to the ketchup supplies until everyone’s drinking barbecue sauce. I don’t know. I don’t particularly care about either. I prefer curry sauce.

My point is, revenge-based strategy is easy once you force your brain into the right balance of emotion/logic. You gotta really sit down and have a conversation with something that enrages you, and feel that rage before you lower it to a simmer whilst you begin planning. But never turn the rage off. Keep it on the back burner. You’ll need it when considering what will enrage your opposition. It will help you remember what they did to you so you can use it against them. You can take their plans and improve them by making them 1000 times worse, and making sure that they work.

And while it may be tempting to show up in Skyrim like

“I didn’t come here to make friends.” 👹👹

Nope. No, that’s exactly what you went there to do. You went there to make friends so that you can gain their trust and more easily deceive them.

Boethiah inspire me, Mephala cloak me, do you see where I’m going with it?

#tesblr #skyrim #thalmor #skyrim oc #altmer #peepaw caerwyn #how to write a warlord

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And so my head does this. I see my own pattern now.

I take perfectly good situations, and inside me I ruin them.

I pick them apart. I find problems where there sometimes aren't any and seek to destroy.

I create a problem myself and then the target is locked.

And I will tell myself that I'm not getting what I need emotionally. Or I will find a problem where it doesn't belong.

I will take the time you're spending with your friends. And I will be jealous of them because they get to be around you and I don't. And I haven't said a word about it to you,

Because it would probably hurt you to know that I am absolutely dying a slow death mentally.

I get so sad and upset if you don't reply, and I get so crazy excited when you do.

I get so sad if you look at your phone while I'm at your house. And I will get so happy to have your attention.

You're a very warm, beautiful light in a very dark, grungy world of mine.

And I realize that one day you will probably leave and if I make you do it, it'll prove me correct.

Everyone leaves because I am not good enough for them to want to stay.

I just want you to want me like I want you, but it's unhealthy. I wake up and go to bed thinking about you daily. I've written hundreds of words since I met you.

They're all about love. Being in love with you is so insanely easy. I physically can't help it.

The thing that absolutely breaks me is that I feel like you can. I feel like you can prevent yourself from being in love with me rather easily. And that's something that I need to realize. I need to slow myself down. You could change your mind so easily. Some days I wonder if you have.

But right now?

The things I forget so easily. The undeniable facts.

You've had my back. You've booked a hotel in Greece for us just yesterday for during our trip. I just spent the night at your house this past weekend and that only happened because you bailed on your friend. You took care of me while I was drunk and you saw me throw up. You do openly reject your gay best friends advances at least in front of me. Even if you hangout with him all the time. I think you're worried about his mental health and I love that you take care of people.

I've had a taste of you now. I'll never forget this. No matter what the future holds I will never be the same person.

But I really need to relax and think of something other than you for 5 minutes. Even if I don't want to. Every thought that passes through my head in regards to you makes me happy in a way I've never felt before.

I just want you to stay. And I want to hear you tell me you love me.

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This St Pat's Day, you might think about the fragility of civilization.

The book sat on my mom's shelf for about 25 years. Civilization? Who cared. The Irish? Certainly not I. It was a thin book. When I once actually perused the first few pages, they merely reenforced my initial impression: this was some kind of historical note with a bit too much religion and decisively too little drama.

For whatever reason, about 10-12 years ago, I gave the book a second chance. What started out as mildly boring grew into an interesting story of western Europe and how, by way of religion -- in this case, Catholic monasteries -- humanity was able to salvage and even restore a great repository of ancient texts.

But in so many ways, the story was implausible. The much more likely happening would have been that we should have lost all the rich stories and writings of ancient Greece and Rome.

We didn't. St. Patrick -- possibly an orphan, likely a penniless boy -- was shuttled off to the Continent -- far away from what probably was an extremely hostile context in England. Somewhere along the way he went through some kind of religious metamorphosis, and then took it upon himself to erect monasteries across western Europe. These became store houses of ancient texts, which monks preserved through transcription. The monasteries themselves evolved into the modern university, and voila! -- humanity's aspirations for civilized discourse grew by leaps and bounds.

Civilization is under fire now

The forces of nihilism are at work. If truth is the first casualty of war, then civilization is a close second. As I write, Vladimir Putin is being re-elected in Russia in what can only fairly be called a farcical semblance of democratic choice; the leading opposition leader Alex Navalny -- died a few weeks ago in an arctic penal colony, and the only other candidate with anti-war sentiments was marginalized and then banished from the election altogether.

Here is just one photo (courtesy of The New Yorker) of Putin's war on Ukraine, now two years old:

A 2nd Trump presidency would further unravel civilization

In America, the leading G.O.P. candidate is once again President Donald Trump. We need not elaborate on his shortcomings here, but it should be obvious his leadership would further unravel civilization. It may be easy to dismiss such an assertion as rhetoric or electoral banter. But let's take a look at just a few elements in what a 2nd Trump administration would likely imply:

No doubt, President Trump would pander to Vladimir Putin. As I write, the Russian military is engaged in exercises with Iranian and Chinese militaries. Surely the American president would not pander to Mr. Putin under such circumstances. That unfortunately does not appear to be the case with Mr. Trump.

President Trump would embrace lies as he did in his first term. Worse, during a 2nd term, the cabinet and advisors around him would likely be less able and less inclined to thwart his prevarications. It's hard to know what that might mean. But the COVID-19 pandemic is a darn good reference point -- Trump simply did not care about the science and what the facts had to say. He in fact called COVID-19 a "Democratic hoax". Let's be clear: for the millions who died and for the millions who endure longstanding side-effects, COVID-19 did not feel like a Democratic hoax.

President Trump supported the bald-faced attack on The Capitol in the final days of his presidency. If he was comfortable with an attack on The Capitol, is it far-fetched to think he would be comfortable with an attack on the Supreme Court of the United States, or the FBI, or the IRS, or the U.S. Military itself? I would assert that he would in fact attack all of those and, indeed, all American institutions that are not disposed to his current whims.

I conclude with a familiar picture of the riot on The Capitol. This is what it means to see civilization die out. It's worth noting that President Trump sat idly by for hours as these riots transpired.

March 15, 2024

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casaazulblog · 11 months

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“Venice Architecture Biennale "does not show any architecture" says Patrik Schumacher”

A week before landing in Venice for my first Biennale, this was one of Dezeen’s top stories on the global event. Even thought it came with Schumacher’s name in the title, which is always reason enough to be careful about any statement, the article and Patrik’s full Facebook post left me worried about what I would find, or more acutely: not find in the Biennale.

To be completely honest, when I booked my visit to Venice, I wasn’t expecting anything. But the “lack of architecture” described by Schumacher and “the risk of (the biennale) losing its position as the world's leading architecture event” were strong ideas that even had some parallel to Paulo Martins Barata’s review of the last Trienal de Arquitetura de Lisboa, at the time described as “terra a mais e arquitectura a menos”, with which I had partially agreed.

In both cases, the issue seemed to be that architecture exhibition curators were too much involved with parallel ideas and distanced from the practice of architecture itself. Too focused on niche social and political problems and not worried at all in casting light on pragmatic achievable solutions.

The truth is, the daily battles of the architecture practice are too many times concerned with niche parallel issues. Not of the paramount importance of decarbonization or decolonization studied by Lokko’s Biennale, but of despicable origins like the political consequences of the timing of a public announcement or the licensing and legislative delays by municipal and government officials.

Looking back, my experience working as an architect in the “real world” after leaving architecture school, can sometimes feel paradoxically disconnected from the real world itself. When I was finishing my master’s degree, the themes of ecological crisis and the necessity of a social and political paradigm shift didn’t feel strange at all. Not to me and - I thought I could say - not to anyone.

At some point, these meta-issues were on the front pages of the newspapers and opened the news every day. Think of climate protests and the takedown of slave owners statues everywhere. These ideas were not strange to architecture, as they weren’t strange to philosophy, economy or even cinema, music and other arts.

This is why I believe that The Laboratory of the Future is well anchored to the world we are living in. The real one. Not just the world of a secluded European intellectual elite, but a truly global scope of contributions by practicing architects, educators, investigators and even students.

Nordic Countries (Sweden, Finland, Norway)

White Arkitekter

Although sometimes the impressive range of the works presented was difficult to assimilate - like in the case of the labyrinthic Central Pavilion and the multiple black boxes showing long movies everywhere - most of the time the exhibitions were coherent and easy to follow. Even getting ironic at some points.

The contrast between the Investigation of Xinjiang’s Network of Detention Camps by Killing Architects, where we take a look inside the absolute cruelty of the buildings designed following the Chinese Prison System Regulations and the Chinese Pavilion which features dozens of amazing projects is striking.

People’s Republic of China

What I found in Venice was a lot of good architecture. Architecture in multiple understandings, scales and experiences. As I imagine it happens in every Biennale, some participations are a missed opportunity. This was the case with the United States, Korea and Germany, which for me failed in their presentations.

Switzerland

Austria

France

A lot of countries had challenging themes, Austria for example managed to turn a failed proposal into a manifest. France turned a manifest into an art installation. And the majority of the participations turned an investigation into good exhibitions: Belgium, Greece, Denmark and Portugal. To name a few.

These were probably among my favorite, with the small caveat of the urgency to buy and read the respective catalogs. Thanks to Ryanair cabin bag policy, I did not buy a single one. And I regret this decision since the moment I landed back in Lisbon.

The main merit of Lesley Lokko’s Laboratory of the Future is to position (or better said: reposition) the global elite of privileged architects that can afford a weekend in Venice in what she poetically described as The Blue Hour. I chose to believe that we are experiencing the moment before sunrise.

Personal Favorites - Arsenale / Central Pavilion

1. Neri&Hu Design and Research Office

2. Flores & Prats Architects

3. ZAO/standardarchitecture

Honorable Mentions:

Hood Design Studio

Olalekan Jeyifous

Adjaye Associates

Neri&Hu Design and Research Office

Flores & Prats Architects

ZAO/standardarchitecture

Olalekan Jeyifous

Personal Favorites - Participating Countries

1. Belgium - In Vivo: Living in Mycelium

2. Greece - Bodies of Water

3. Denmark - Coastal Imaginaries

Honorable Mentions:

Republic of Uzbekistan - Unbuild Together

United Arab Emirates - Sweating Assets

Estonia - Home Stage

Belgium - In Vivo: Living in Mycelium

Greece - Bodies of Water

Denmark - Coastal Imaginaries

Estonia - Home Stage

Republic of Uzbekistan - Unbuild Together

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My imaginary trip to the Azores will end on April 21 and I will be "flying" to Lisbon next. So I need to "book" accommodations asap!

I thought I have been taking my time on this "trip" but honestly, if I were following this itinerary irl I'd be exhausted by now. I need to slow down! So I decided I want to spend a whole month in Lisbon. You might think that's more time than I need to see what there is to see but if I were doing this trip irl I wouldn't want to be go-go-go sightseeing non-stop. I'd want to be able to have some time to just live day-to-day and experience the place like a local. And I'd need some time for logistics like laundry, checking in with folks back home, and self-care.

I did a search for "long-term rentals Lisbon" and came up with a few sites besides Airbnb, like Spotahome and Idealista, and a few others. I'm not familiar with any of these sites. If you have ever booked through any of them, let me know in the comments whether you had a good or bad experience.

I found Spotahome easy to navigate, with a map that shows you approximate locations of rentals and a pretty good filter search feature.

And look at this place I found!

Isn't this the cutest place you've ever seen?

The map below shows its approximate location. And they even included a floor plan!

What really impressed me was that you can filter rentals for "checked by Spotahome". I'm not sure if they do this for all "checked" rentals but for this particular one they had someone from Spotahome record a video of themselves giving you a tour of the place. It's the next best thing to going there in person yourself to check it out.

So because of the video, I got a really good feel for the place and thought it was just perfect! It is centrally located, has everything I would need for a long stay (fridge, oven & stovetop), and the price was affordable.

Unfortunately, when I had a closer look at the calendar of availability I saw that the earliest available date was in June! That's when I realized it was going to be harder than I thought to secure a suitable apartment within my budget.

After much unfruitful searching in the central "tourist" area of Lisbon I finally resigned myself to the fact that I would have to settle for someplace a bit further out.

I eventually found this place on Airbnb.

It's not as cute as the other place but still really cute! I am such a sucker for blue and white combos that remind me of Greece. The orange trees are the cherry on top. Also important: both places got great reviews, especially for cleanliness.

I have more details to share about this rental but I've run out of photo room here. To be continued...

#portugal #lisbon #lisboa #europe trip #planning a trip #trip planning #budget trip #travel budget #budget travel #travelling #travel #slow travel #accomodations #places to stay #airbnb #spotahome

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What If…Conservative Podcasters Interviewed The Founding Fathers

Conservative podcasters always talk about the good old days when men were white, women had no power at all, and minorities were second-class citizens. They recall with great affection the wisdom and insight of The Founding Fathers. That’s George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, James Monroe, Alexander Hamilton, and John Jay.

It is indeed an esteemed group who were ahead of their time and introduced the world to the social experiment called democracy.

Let’s do a thought experiment. What would happen if some of the most popular conservative podcasters could interview The Founding Fathers?

By suspending belief and using our imagination — unless that has now been banned in schools along with many books — we can capture what those interviews would be like.

Let’s start with Tucker Carlson. Now, Tucker has recently been flirting with some of the most odious dictators in the world. He has a sweet spot in his Grinch-like heart for Vladimir Putin of Russia and Viktor Orban of Hungary, extolling the virtues of their political structure whee there is no free press, elections are rigged, the courts are hopelessly corrupt, and Putin’s and Orban’s cronies sodomize the economy.

Consequently, Tucker would not want to speak to a founding father, but instead he’d travel to London and talk with King George III of England.

Tucker Carlson interviews King George III of England

Tucker: Your majesty, What do you think about this American experiment in democracy? Did you hear that President George Washington refused to be called a King? Can you believe how woke he is?

King George III: Yes, Mr. Carlson, you took the royal words out of my royal mouth. Strong leaders are necessary if a nation or empire is to succeed. Unalienable rights are for sissies. The sad masses are too sensitive these days.

Tucker: It’s a tragedy how American leaders are soft on immigration. Did you know that some are even proposing we don’t take over all the land the Indians control?

King George III: First, Mr. Carlson, I am a man of traditional values. Queen Charlotte and I have had 15 children. Keep ’em pregnant, you know (The King winks at Carlson) and keep ’em quiet. And, yes, native people like the Indians should be conquered like British Empire has done successfully in so many areas around the world. We’ve conquered India, a lot of Africa — they’re such children — and Canada — they’re nice and easy to control.

And traditional values are important. I don’t go to church. Never have. But the masses should. It’ll keep them in line. By the by, beheading Sir Thomas More two hundred years ago was really fake news.

Ben Shapiro interviews James Madison

Ben Shapiro is an influential conservative commentator (just ask him, he’ll tell you) and strong believer in religious purity. He is a believer in Judeo-Christian values and Greek philosophy (although not Ancient Greece’s acceptance of gay people). In the past, Shapiro has said that transgender people suffer a mental disorder, same-sex couples cannot possibly raise children, and addressed the obesity epidemic with this pithy quote: “Kids are fat due to lack of parenting.”

Shapiro: Now, Mr. Madison, the Constitution that you wrote with others does not expressly forbid the blending of church and government. The United States can be a Christian Nationalist nation?

Madison: No, that’s not accurate. The establishment clause does not separate politics from religion, but it prohibits all levels of government either advancing or inhibiting religion. Many of the people here now fled Europe because of religious persecution. To establish a state religion would replicate that religious persecution in this great nation.

Shapiro: Facts don’t care about your feelings, sir.

Madison: I don’t know what that means, but it sounds snotty, sir.

Shapiro: Anyway, Mr. Madison, wouldn’t you agree that those who would impose government on the people are grievously wrong. That small government with very little regulation is the government you envisioned?

Madison: If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary. In framing a government which is to be administered by men over men, the great difficulty lies in this: you must first enable the government to control the governed; and in the next place oblige it to control itself.

Shapiro: Don’t you believe that people with different lifestyles and beliefs should not be granted the same rights as everyone else?

Madison: Equal laws protecting equal rights, are found as they ought to be presumed, the best guarantee of loyalty, and love of country; as well as best calculated to cherish that mutual respect and good will among citizens of every religious denomination which are necessary to social harmony and most favorable to the advancement of truth.

Dan Bognino interviews John Adams

Dan Bognino hosts a popular podcast and radio show and is a loud voice supporting the election fraud lie being pushed by Donald Trump and his followers.

Bognino: Mr. Adams, when you lost to Thomas Jefferson in the election of 1800, the winner was not announced until February 17, 1801. There had been a lot of political jockeying for an advantage. I’d say there was outright fraud?

Adams: Mr. Bognino, yes, there were some issues. But I would never interfere with the peaceful transfer of power. It is a sacred trust that the people place in a democracy. In fact, the 12th amendment fixed those issues several years later. Trust the Democratic process.

Bognino: But if you thought the election wasn’t far, even without any evidence that would stand up in court, isn’t it your right to contest?

Adams: Mr. Bognino, it’s very simple. If conscience disapproves, the loudest applauses of the world are of little value.

Bognino: Isn’t it true that the Founding Fathers supported slavery and understood that, at the time, it was acceptable?

Adams: Sir, I never owned a slave in my life and consider myself an abolitionist.

Bognino: Cut. I’m done with this guy. I told you. I just want guests on the show who agree with me!

Charlie Kirk interviews Thomas Jefferson

Charlie Kirk is a conservative podcaster and founder of Turning Point USA. Kirk’s “Exposing Critical Racism Theory” tour has made stops in Alabama, Idaho, Michigan, Oregon, South Carolina, Texas and Vermont. For 90 minutes, Kirk speaks directly to the virtually all-white crowd and told them radical leftists want them to feel ashamed.

“Just because you’re a white person does not mean you have to begin apologizing simply for how God made you,” he says on the tour.

Kirk: Now, Mr. Jefferson. I know you’re a man of God. All those radical leftist, woke wild stories about you and Sally Hemings are all fake news. Right, sir?

Jefferson: No, Mr. Kirk. It is all accurately reported. I did father children by her.

Kirk: But you did support slavery during the war for independence because you were only gong along with the prevailing theories of the day. Isn’t that right, Mr. Jefferson?

Jefferson: I quote from a letter I wrote: “There must doubtless be an unhappy influence on the manners of our people produced by the existence of slavery among us. The whole commerce between master and slave is a perpetual exercise of the most boisterous passions, the most unremitting despotism on the one part, and degrading submissions on the other.”

Kirk: But you don’t think that white people should not in any way feel bad about the U.S.’s history of slavery?

Jefferson: I can answer that, Mr. Kirk, by quoting from a letter I wrote Mr. Edward Rutledge of South Carolina in July 1787. The letter said, and I quote: “I congratulate you, my dear friend, on the law of your state for suspending the importation of slaves, and for the glory you have justly acquired by endeavoring to prevent it for ever (sic). This abomination must have an end, and there is a superior bench reserved in heaven for those who hasten it.”

Ted Cruz interviews Benjamin Franklin

Texas Republican Senator Ted Cruz is also known as the co-host of the podcast, Verdict With Ted Cruz, along with co-host Michael Knowles. Cruz, known as a crusader on the right, has also gained notoriety for flying to Cancun on a family vacation while Texas suffered a statewide power outage in February 2021, and for being a Trump supplicant after the former president insulted his wife, Heidi, during the 2016 presidential primaries.

Cruz: As a man of your time, you at least understand that slavery was accepted when the country was founded. Isn’t that true?

Franklin: In the 1750s, I owned slaves, but soon thereafter I began arguing against slavery. I became an abolitionist, and promoted education and the integration of blacks into U.S. society.

Cruz: How did you deal with enemies of the state who criticized our newly formed nation? Surely, they were radical socialists and part of the woke mob.

Franklin: We need disagreement. But it must be focused on ideas, not lifestyles. As I said in Poor Richard’s Almanac, “Love your enemies, for they tell you your faults.”

“Don’t throw stones at your neighbors, if your own windows are glass,” as I also said in Poor Richard’s Almanac.

Cruz: How did you and the other Founding Fathers stop the spread of elitist Marxists in universities like Columbia, Princeton, and Yale? We know our enemies are godless people with different ways of life and with different values. How did you defeat these enemies?

Franklin: Mr. Cruz. Remember the good book, Poor Richard’s Almanac. There, I said, “When you’re good to others, you’re best to yourself.” Then I followed up with, “Search others for their virtues, thy self for thy vices.” In essence, Mr. Cruz, haters gonna hate.

Samuel Alito barges in and asks one question of John Jay

Finally, Supreme Court Associate Justice Samuel Alito intruded and insisted upon asking a question of Founding Father and the first Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court, John Jay.

Alito: Mr. Chief Justice, if you were alive today wouldn’t you support my agrument for rescinding a woman’s right to abortion?

Jay: Mr. Alito, I can only respond with one of my most memorable quotes: “To all general purposes, we have uniformly been one people; each individual citizen everywhere enjoying the same national rights, privileges, and protection.”

Sorry, Mr. Alito. I must object.

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Stay tuned next week when these same conservative podcasters interview Confederate generals and politicians and try to convince their audience once again that the Civil War was only about state’s rights, nothing more.

Spoiler Alert: Frederick Douglass and Abraham Lincoln offer dissenting views that the conservative podcasters characterize as “cancel culture.”

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😴Yandere! Hypnos(General) Headcanon💭:

Tw: Yandere behavior, Implied panic attacks, Comatose-like state, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Paranoia, Implied insomnia, Non-con drugging, NSFW, AFAB! s/o, Implied non-con, Somnophila, Implied breeding kink, Implied pregnancy, Mental torture, Implict mind break, Gods being gods, Captivity.

Work. Work. Work. That was all in your mind. Despite being the youngest of your family, you worked the hardest to provide them financially. So much, that dark bags has formed beneath your eyes were a common sight for you.

Due to financial difficulties, you decided to take care of trading side. As you were born a negotiator amongst your family along with your father. Whilst your other family member, took care of other aspects such as farming and etc. It may be hard, but hopefully with the blessing of Hermes it will be easy.

Your family was nomadic by nature, thus traversing all of Greece was the norm. One day, you’re selling frankincense - from the riches of the Arabian peninsula- towards the Corinthians. Another day you’re selling Corinthian’s helmets to Athenians.

To say the least, you met a lot of people from various cultures and you have enjoyed it. At some point, you considered Greece as your homeland rather than a specific city state. To see a particular state within the region against another, left a painful pang in your heart. As if someone has taken a knife and stabbed you in the back, but alas that was the way of life.

Tonight, you were in Delphi selling golden jewelry to the folks there. The story of how you obtained the jewelry was lengthy. In summary, you exchanged a valuable item of yours for the jewelry of a rich family.

Lately, your mother took notice at your weary state and was worried about your wellbeing. She tried to relieve you of your duties for the day, but you adamantly refused.

“Don’t worry, ma. I’ll be fine. Plus, would you look at that! There’s a customer already there waiting for us. It would be impolite for me to ignore them. Maybe after I finish my duties, then I’ll take a rest.” Said customer was odd to say the least. You’ve never seen someone like him before in your life.

He was a male with short-curled tawny hair, an average height albeit taller than you with a lanky build, and baby blue chiton barely reaching his knees. Yet, it was the large set of powder white wings protruding from his golden back that took you by surprise. In addition, to the milky wings that jutted out from his eyebrows to cover his eyes.

“Dear… There is no one here. You haven’t slept in three days. Perhaps, you should take a rest. The work has already took a toll on you. I understand and appreciate what you have given to us. Now, let us return the favor to you.” As soon as those words befell her lips, you tried to argue with her and point to the silent young man that was in front of the caravan. Why can’t she see?! Maybe, the bleakness of the night has blinded her?

“I remember when you were a little child, you have slept every chance you got. Sometimes, for far too long we thought you have died in your sleep. Nowadays, you seem to run from it? Why is that, my dear child?” She jests remembering the old times, whilst leading you back to your untouched bed.

You looked back, only to see the stranger has vanished. “I suppose that what happens, when work take over your life. Plus, It has been far to long for me to recall those memories.” You have a queasy feeling about the mysterious stranger. Akin to a predator stalking their prey. Or worse, a deity from your homeland was watching over you. Their blessing was desired by all, however their love will often lead to tragedies especially toward mortals.

Suddenly, a chilling shiver has passed down your spine. Your forearm was sweaty as you tried to calm yourself from oncoming panic attack. The only thing you recalled was the panicking of your parents, as they try to wake you up from your comatose by any mean necessary.

Teary faced, screams, and hopeful were your family as they watch the doctor diagnose your unusual condition. Alas, two decade has passed since then and your family were reasonably overprotective of you.

Your mother noticing your anxiety, decided to embrace you as means to console you. It worked, as her warm embrace has calmed your nerves momentarily.

“Remember, my proud merchant, that I’ll love you no matter what. So I plead you not to overwork yourself to an early grave. It will break my heart. I’d rather see you happy and unaccomplished then miserable and accomplished. Other than that, I bid you a good night. May Hypnos bless you.” She then closed the tent, lest the cold waft within your sleeping area.

No matter what you did, you were unable to sleep. The haunting vision of the male still lurking in your mind. Was he a deity? If so, why did he remain silent? Have you incited the wrath of a god ignorantly? Your mind was running with paranoia. Until a voice passed your ears lulling you into a deep slumber with how gentle and mellifluous it was. The past frets has vanished, and the only thing was heard was your peaceful snores.

“Rest, my dove. It has been far too long since I’ve seen you and you deserve a relieve for your hard work. Aren’t you happy to see me? Your guardian angel that dragged you away from the harshness of life into the fields of mellow dreams. Shhh, it’s your time to sleep for the rest of time. How else would we become one, my sleeping beauty ?”

I see Hypnos as mixture of possessive, obsessive, and manipulative yandere. His possessive tendencies comes into play, when he calls one of his son - Morpheus ( dæmon of dreams)- to drag and entrap his darling into the realm of dreams. Essentially, ripping them off from the unworthy in his eyes. Which pretty much includes everyone, especially that lightning bast- Zeus.

Where only he can oversee and carter to their needs, even if their physical body were between life and death in the outer world. Which may lead into conflict with his twin brother, Thanatos. Who argues that Hypnos should not temper between the life cycle of a mortal. Would Hypnos listen to him? Usually, yes. In this case, he huffs in irritation and may call out on his brother hypocrisy as he did the same with his darling. (Sibling rivalry at it’s finest.)

He believes that the mortals owes him; He gives them the ability to revitalize, thus they should give him his darling that he craves for so long. In the myths, he is depicted as gentle and calm deity due to the nature of his duties. However, he can and will use his gentle demeanor and looks into manipulating his darling. Or like Hekate, will use his abilities to pacify his darling into sleep until they calm down.

His favorite activity with his beloved, is to cuddle them whilst they sleep. Counting their unique features they have with his gentle caresses, be it their birthmark or otherwise. Hypnos worships his darling in many ways. Whether one of his masterful fingers playing and prodding around their genitals, as they unconsciously sing his name. Such action brings him to new epitome of euphoria, but not as much as seeing his darling lower abdomen swell with his child.

Their soft peaceful expression invokes a primal instinct within himself. He is delusional enough to think taking his darling will bring them closure, as sleep is an intimate activity shared between lovers. He is gentle enough not to wake them up, as he thrust in and out of their nether region. Grunts and small moan echoes through the fields of their dreams.

All wise men fear three things: the sea in a storm, a night without a moon, and the anger of gentle man* or in this case a god. There is plenty of ways Hypnos could punish mortals or immortals for harming his beloved dove.

Take for example, that he is a child of Nyx and used this position once to protect himself from the wrath of Zeus. However, this time he will weaponize his mother wrath and I do not need to elaborate why this is a terrifying thing to happen. Or, he could break their mind mentally.

Alternatively, he could deprive -especially if they were mortal- them from sleep and ensure that the aggressor/s are driven to the point of insanity and hallucinations. Or the other way, he could replace their dream with the most unimaginable things with the help of Epiales.

In the end, there is a high chance that he will immortalize them and drags his darling to live with him in the underworld. (Another place, besides the dream realm) Soon enough, a splitting image of him and his darling will walk around the underworld. Only then will he feel truly feel joy once again. Alongside his merry beloved, or so he believes.

The asterisk references a quote by Patrick Rothfuss.

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Hi I read 'The Haikyuu Boys' Toxic Traits' and imo the characterization was just so accurate and a question popped up to me. So Akaashi's character is what I find to be one of the hardest to study on. When reading his fics there has been many times when I felt he was being too sweet or too cranky. Can you please elaborate on what might be some mischaracterization of Akaashi? I've thought of a couple of people to ask this question but I think you'd do it best.

a/n: i decided just to do some common mischaracterizations of him based on words! if you want me to do any other characters just tell me!

[mischaracterizations of akaashi keiji]

akaashi keiji.

extremely stoic: he is not stoic, he’s reserved. he’s not shy, either, just quiet. he doesn’t speak unless he wants to add to the conversation. additionally, he will say what needs to be said. akaashi isn’t open with his emotions, not because he doesn’t want to burden others or he hides how he feels, but more so it’s just that no one really picks up on them. only people who are extremely emotionally intelligent (like bokuto) notice the little changes in how he acts. besides, he’s a passionate person, he’s just quiet about his passions. every once in a while he’ll have a surge of emotion, where everyone sees his eyes get set ablaze. it’s quite refreshing

generous: personally, i don’t find akaashi to be someone who’s generous. he’s patient, that’s all. i find him the type to be self-centered, hence the refusal to tell you exactly how he’s feeling because he feels like you should pay enough attention to him to know. that said, he’s not selfish. there’s a difference in connotation here, selfish (to me) is being willing to take something from someone else because you want it; self-centered is if something is yours, it’s yours, and you’re not giving it up. i see akaashi as being self-centered because i think he’d be the type to care a lot about his job/career and he really wouldn’t care about those below him until he reaches his goal. even if you were a hard-working coworker, he’d leave you behind in a heartbeat for a higher position (note: he would never take the position from you, but what’s his is his)

careful: i believe that he’s a lot more impulsive than people give him credit for. that’s not to say he’s spontaneous and willing to drop everything for a poorly planned vacation to Greece, he’s not like that. but for a lot of big decisions in his life, people think he’s super analytical of what to do, but in the end, he bases it on how he feels in the moment. when he confesses to people, he’d have a plan, but then he’d throw it all out the window because he values authenticity. sometimes he blurts out things he doesn’t mean to say because he’s fed up with someone (like an annoying coworker). so yeah, he’s kinda messy (cmon he’s a sagittarius, he’s gotta be a little chaotic in some way)

put-together: i don’t know how people see akaashi as put-together. he’s definitely got a messy personality and life: he ignores his one-night stands in public, he calls his boss a bitch over the intercom on accident (and he’s lucky they were out that day), he’s totally drunkenly made-out with a random guy in a bar, he’s still working on his paper that’s due in five minutes, etc. his aesthetic is productivity but homeboy is a procrastinator.

hopeless romantic: y’all clowning yourself for this. he’s romantic -- yes, but he’s not laying out a path of roses for you or writing a book full of things he loves about you on your one-month (or one-year anniversary). he values comfort in a relationship, for him the romance comes in domesticity, the ability to look like an absolute mess in front of you and you still kiss him like there’s no tomorrow. he needs a low-maintenance love, he doesn’t want to have to constantly take you out or impress you to keep you happy. he’s not neglectful, he still likes dates, but they don’t happen every week. he wants easy, calm, peaceful love that he can find comfort in naturally. this is why he wants his lover to easily read him, because that way effort put into the relationship if focused elsewhere rather than communication. ideally you’d also be a busy-body -- having mutual work days while you two lie on the sofa and drink coffee at 2 am is his secret guilty pleasure

overall, he definitely appears very professional and clean to others who don’t know him. but honestly, even his coworkers in his department know he’s a little messy, especially with his concerning amount of coffee cans in his trashcan, the hickey out in the open on the underside of his jaw, and his blood-shot eyes. he’s messy if you look close, but isn’t everyone?

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