#The Able Tasmans

[bunny-yan]

Hi i was the anon that Requested the p2 of Yan Hero and it got me thinking....

What would happen If The demon Lord Fell in live with Y/n and took her...BUT the Demon actually cares about her and Gives her freedom As Long as she doesn't escape?

Ngl i just wanna Know what tasman's reactiin would be tbh I hope im not Bothering you sorry!

Thx for reading :)))

Also can i be 💋-Anon?

Hi 💋~ Anon! No need to apologize! You aren’t bothering me at all. I think a traumatized darling would be hesitant to jump into the arms of someone else that could potentially repeat the relationship that they’d been so desperate to escape from, but the Demon King is perfect because they would be able to protect you from the hero unparalleled by anyone else in terms of strength and influence.  It also feels nice to go to the one person Tasman regards as an enemy. He’d told you over and over again how he was doing this for the greater good and how he needed to protect you from the big bad Demon King, but it’s hard to believe that when the proclaimed villain treats you better and with more respect than he ever did. 

TW: threats and descriptions of violence, mentions physical abuse, language, death threats —

He’d taken his eyes off of you for two seconds. Two fucking seconds.

It wasn’t the smartest idea to bring you to an active battle, especially when his enemy had come to meet him, but he didn’t trust you enough with one of the other members in his party after what happened last time. And he especially didn’t trust you to leave you on your own. That left bringing you along, despite knowing how dangerous it was. 

It was why he told you to stick close to him. He needed to be able to protect you at a moment’s notice, so you had to remain by his side. 

Why did he trust that you would listen?

Walking across a large expanse of land, he felt an imminent threat of danger, only having enough time to grab you and jump out of the way just as a large shadow swallowed the ground in the exact spot his foot would’ve landed.

“Ambush!” one of his teammates yelled, and the situation descended into chaos just that quickly. 

Snarls from demon dogs echoed throughout the field as the party fought to fend them off. They were huge, standing taller than some of the trees that were sparsely located, and they were fast. Despite that, dealing with them was easy, when he didn’t have to fight to protect you as well. 

Rudy, the party’s tank was struggling to hold back one of the monsters by himself and Annalise, the party’s healer, and Morrigan, the party’s mage, were pinned by two others. Despite their calls for assistance, Tasman brandsihed his sword, eyes narrowing on the Demon King at the head of the attack. 

“The others will protect you if something happens. Stay right here and don’t move.” he told you, locking you with a gaze that promised trouble if you were to disobey. The next moment he disappeared, hurtling forward at an inhuman speed to strike the Demon King. 

You weren’t surprised. It wasn’t the first time he’d abandoned you to fight, but it was never easy and always nervewracking to be left so open, so exposed while death and destruction surrounded you. A part of you was screaming to run away from the danger, but the last time you had, you’d almost died, experiencing a pain that you couldn’t begin to describe when your body was almost ripped apart. If Tasman believed he could trust you to be protected as long as you stayed in this one spot, you would stay. 

You closed your eyes, not wanting to witness a battle you were helpless to aid or run away from, but it wasn’t long before your resolve began to wane.

At the sound of a low growl, you peeked, regretting it instantly at the sight of a snarling dog, snout dripping with saliva, looking dead at you. 

“T-Tasman.” 

The dog took a step towards you, ears pulled back as the growling increased. Your eyes were wide, too afraid to look away from the staring contest as your body began to shake in fear. With another step in your direciton, you felt yourself backing away, only to freeze at the phantom pain that shot through you from the last time you’d moved from the spot he placed you. 

“Tasman.” you said louder this time.

Another step had your body tensing painfully. You didn’t want to experience anything like that ever again. You were sure you’d die the last time you were attacked and no matter how advanced Tasman’s healing magic was, it didn’t help you forget the way your body felt as if it was being torn apart.

When it crouched, bunching it’s muscle in preparation to lunge, something snapped. “Tasman!” you screamed, sprinting away despite knowing that you wouldn’t be fast enough to get away. You shouldn’t have trusted his words. His party members would be happy if you disappeared, leaving the chance for one of them to mend his broken heart. 

You were fucked from the start.

He’d been lost in the heat of the battle. He could hear you calling his name, but he didn’t have time to cater to your delicate sensibilities. However, he could hear the fear bleeding in your tone and his heart dropped when he finally caught a moment to glance towards you. 

Face drowning in fear, you ran as one of the monster’s jumped to attack you. 

What the fuck were they doing‽

He turned, desperate to get back to you, but an unknown force sent him hurtling away. 

You yelled, silently pleading for the goddess to spare you before something appeared. Bumping into whatever it was, you didn’t question it as an arm wrapped around your waist before the two of you were met with impact. 

From your ragged breaths, you knew you were still alive. Your body sagged in relief, tears leaking involuntarily from your eyes. Despite how cross you were that he’d put you in danger in the first place, you wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tightly. 

“I told you I didn’t want to be here, you asshole.”

After taking a deep breath, you backed away to glare at Tasman before your face went slack in shock. 

This… was not Tasman. 

Dark pools that lacked irises stared back at you. You, who had just cursed at this inexplicably handsome stranger. You, who still had your arms wrapped around said stranger’s waist. 

Ripping away, you backed up quickly to bump into something else. Something soft tickled your neck and you felt queasy at the heavy breath that made your hair stand on end. Looking up, your eyes went wide at the sight of the demon dog and when it loosed a terrifying snarl, you found yourself jumping back into the stranger’s arms. 

Unfazed, he placed a hand on your back before staring up at the enormous creature. 

“Down.” he said, silky voice holding such authority, the beast whined before obeying his master’s order. Looking at the monster now, he resmembled a scolded puppy begging its owner not to be upset. If the puppy had two sets of eyes, a spiked tail, and was big enough to use trees to play fetch. 

You looked back to the handsome stranger when he removed his hands from your waist, grabbing your hands to remove the death grip you had on his cloak. Your face was hot in embarrassment, but you mumbled gratitude for saving your life. 

“How peculiar.” The stranger cocked his head to the side. “How has a bonded soul sustained such damage?”

You were going to ask him what he meant, but you were pulled into a sudden embrace. Placing a palm up, your eyes widened as the ground cracked from the force of Tasman’s blow against his shield. When the world settled, the man released you once again to face his attacker. 

“Lover, get away from him! He’s dangerous!”

You looked at the man who saved you and from the force of Tasman’s words, instinctively you knew. 

This was the Demon King. 

But he appeared nothing like what you heard. He didn’t have a foreboding presence that promised death and destruction. You didn’t see ghastly horns or grotesque features. He looked human. Normal, even. Nothing like the stories you’d heard growing up. 

“Lover!” Tasman snarled, making you jump as you turned to face him. His eyes were wild with panic as his hands pushed against an invisible force. “Come here.”

You felt something shrivel inside of you at the sound of his voice, fear bleeding in your eyes as you began to slowly make your way towards him. Something was telling you that you were going to get in trouble for being rescued by the Demon King. 

Tasman visibly relaxed the closer you got, preparing his strength to blow away the barrier the moment you were near, but when you were almost within grabbing distance a hand caught your wrist, halting your forward movement. It wasn’t aggressive and despite the fact that he easily towered over you, his grip was light enough that you felt you could yank your hand away at a moment’s notice. It was funny that you felt no inclination to. 

“Fear for the person claiming such an intimate role?” 

You looked in their eyes and it surprised you to see concern. Your mouth opened, but you flinched at Tasman’s sharp “Don’t touch-”

“And was this their doing as well?” the Demon King continued, completely unfazed by the anger that cowed you, brought you to heel, and demanded your obedience. He turned your hand to reveal an angry hand-shaped bruise. It was from this morning. You’d attempted to reason that it wasn’t safe for a normal human being to be in an environment with monsters that, even at the weakest level, could kill you. He brushed off your concern, claiming he’d be able to protect you and when you insisted he lost his patience. Grabbing your wrist, he didn’t temper his strength and you felt it might break as he dragged you from the room and down the stairs. Not healing it as a form of punishment for the nasty look you’d given him. He claimed that you might learn to appreciate him if he took away what little he did offer, even if he was also the cause of every miscolored imperfection. 

Your silence was enough. 

Looking from the bruise around your wrist to the hand that held yours gently, Tasman grit his teeth as he punched at the barrier in anger before attempting to calm down and switching tactics.

“Lover, you don’t know the things he’s done. The village’s he’s destroyed. He is dangerous. Come to me.” he said holding out his hand. When you didn’t move after a moment, his voice sounded choked with desperation to hold back the force, the anger. “Come to me.”

Releasing your hand, you almost felt disappointed. A part of you felt guilty thinking you would no longer be able to use the Demon King’s grip on you as an excuse for not rushing back to Tasman’s side. Something he would be sure to berate you for when you made it back. You didn’t understand why you were making things harder for yourself. You hated the way that sounded, but if you wanted to keep Tasman his happy, kind self, you did what he said. When you wanted to see some of his non-hero like aspects, you did the opposite. And that was what you were doing now. Delaying the inevitable. You didn’t want to imagine the terrifying expression on his face when this man left you to fend for yourself. 

‘I would offer asylum, should you be inclined to accept.’ Your head jerked up in surprise at the sound of the voice in your head. ‘Apologies for intruding on your thoughts, but the scenes you projected were hard to ignore. I do not ask you to trust me, but if you’re willing to take the chance to see that I’m not the monster he claims, all I ask is that you take my hand.’

Lifting his hand, you looked at the enticing offer. 

Looking between his hand and you, your gaze focused on whatever the bastard offered, Tasman felt dread and a newfound sense of desperation to get you back. “Lover, don’t. He’ll kill you. He’ll devour your soul and give your body to his underlings to do with as they please. Don’t do this. Don’t-”

You thought about what Tasman said. About how dangerous this person was. If you took his hand there was a chance you were subjecting yourself to a worse fate than what you had with your hero. A chance that he simply wanted the gullible human to follow him back to his domain before he took his time devouring his easy prey. 

You thought about him destroying villages and for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty as you thought, So what?

The Demon King destroyed villages. The same villages that Tasman threatened to destroy, to rampage if you didn’t come out from hiding after finally managing to escape. The same villages that turned a blind eye when you were kidnapped from your mundane life. The same villages that were complicit in your imprisonment if it meant they would be protected from the big, bad Demon King. The same Demon King that was offering you a chance to escape from all of this. You could be walking into a trap, but you didn’t care. If he devoured your soul it wouldn’t return to the awful cycle you were stuck in and eaten, it would find peace. 

You wanted to laugh at the incredulity of the situation. At the hopelessness that drove you to this point.

Fuck those villages. 

From the look in your eyes, Tasman knew what you were going to do. He began banging on the barrier with all his might, summoning every ounce of strength as his face contorted into ugly rage. 

“Lover!” he snarled, howling with rage when you placed your hand in the Demon King’s. He pounded the barrier, cracking it bit by bit as he hurled threats to you and the Demon King. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”

“Maybe one day, but not today, child. Use this time to reflect on the actions that led to this outcome.” With a hand around your waist, you looked at Tasman, at the rage you never knew he could possess, at the terrifyingly possessive look that had you stepping back into the Demon King. 

“I’ll find you, lover.” he said with a terrifying calm. “And when I do-”

You didn’t get a chance to hear what he was going to say. One moment you were on the battlefield, the next you were swallowed by shadows that brought you to the edge of a serene forest. 

Releasing you, the Demon King quickly wrapped his arms around again when your legs threatened to give out from underneath you. 

“Thank you,” you said, voice trembling with emotion you couldn’t begin to describe. Were you afraid because of Tasman’s threat? Grateful that you would get even a moment away from him? Scared of what the Demon king planned to do to you? There was too much to consider and you didn’t have enough time to process everything that had happened up until this point. 

“No need.” he said, surprising you as he cupped your face in his his hands. The warmth from his hands lulled you into a false sense of calm and when he came closer, you panicked. Was he going to kiss you? Was that a requirement to devour your soul‽

Shutting your eyes tight, you assumed something was wrong when he placed his forehead against yours, but after a quick chant and a warm sensation on your forehead, he released you, leaving you reeling in what just happened. 

“The mark I’ve bestowed will help the creatures in this territory recognize you as one of us. All I ask is that you do not harm them.”

“Oh.” Was all you managed to say. 

You didn’t know what he had planned, but once again you were frozen in shock when a small smile appeared on his face. 

“Peculiar human. A kiss would only be the first step.”

Your mouth dropped open, but if he noticed the stupor he placed you in, he didn’t say. Walking forward, he called behind, “Come along. I will show you the room that is meant to be yours and allow you to explore to your single heart’s content.”

Without a word or a sense of hesitation, you followed.

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[diorsbrando]

AROMA ( addicted 2 u ). ( g.j. )

pairing ! ━━  grimmjow jaegerjaquez  x  black!fem!reader 

cw ! ━━   minors do not interact. reader is also thick-coded and has no spiritual powers/abilities except that she has spiritual pressure and can see hollows and stuff. reader is also aged up to 20+. grimmjow has a devasting scent kink (olfactophilia) so there are many instances of smelling/taking large whiffs of reader. instances of kidnapping/coercion ( dubcon ), possessive and clingy behavior from grimmy because he’s obsessed. asphyxiation kink? (reader likes being choked). explicit content & language used. nsfw w/ descriptions of smut. unprotected + rough sex, a lil bit of teasing, groping, ass + thigh slapping, mentions of creampies. dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), masturbation (m! receiving). grimmjow kindaa gets pussydrunk. really just grimmy slowly going feral n falling in love <33

word count ! ━━  4.5k

notes ! ━━  yeah i think im just physically incapable of writing anything less than 1k words bc wtf😭😭😭 the original thirst where i got this from ( found here ) wasn’t even 1k, so where did the other 3k+ words come from ;-; idek if i like ending lololol. anyway this piece is basically dedicated to @garoujo​ bc i promised her for a while i’d do this. this another impulsive bleach fic, i hope y’all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing :’) all my grimmy luvrs + fuckers wake up! i’ve come to feed you <3 REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED! 

      grimmjow’s adjuchas form was la pantera; a slender, panther-like animal that dominated the perpetually pale white dunes of hueco mundo. so naturally, (with my brain falling into grimmjow-specific rut) i’d like to believe that grimmy has a scent kink. and he’d never know nor expect to have one before crossing paths with you, a damned human, he’d curse in his mind.  there’s just something intrinsically wild and unhinged about grimmjow, and loving the way you smell ━ even to extreme extents ━ is just one of the ways he displays his affection for you. so, this segues into grimmjow getting very possessive over you very quickly and is almost …territorial with this pretty human girl that’s close with soul reaper ichigo and his friends.

it’s when he initially acts on his own, gathers his group of lower ranking arrancar, and invades the world of the living that he discovers you and your unique but slightly impressive spiritual pressure; impressive in the sense it was enough to see at least see spiritual beings like hollows and shinigami. during all the chaos and on his search for this ichigo kurosaki he’s been hearing about, he spots you on a sidewalk, engaging in what looked like a sprint, farther and farther away from a fight between one of his men and another shinigami he didn’t recognize or care enough to know the name of. from where he stood in the air, he could see then clear look of fear in your eyes. your facial expression was showed you were deeply distressed, your body visibly trembled━ 

then his analysis came to a pause. wait.

your body.

getting a little closer to the grown, grimmjow was able to get a closer look at what pieces of fabric were hugging that...voluptuous figure of yours. while dodging fall debris, maneuvered through the streets of karakura town in a baby blue, spaghetti strapped tank top that stopped just above your pierced, pudgy navel (the blue-haired arrancar had never seen a piece of jewelry placed there before, but found himself staring at it for longer than what was necessary), black yoga pants whose hem reached past your ankles, black ugg tasman slippers, and to top it off, your long black cardigan flew wildly in the wind as you ran. all his senses were sharper now that he was a more powerful, full-fledged espada, so he could hear the faint sound of clear beads from your butt-length hair violently bouncing against each other, giving you an individual style that grimmjow couldn’t help but find remarkable. and then without warning or a distinguishable explanation, some primal notion deep within his being, felt himself immediately attracted to you. but of course, being supercilious as he was, the thick fog of pride fogging his vision, he rebuked any and all lingering thoughts, curiosity, attraction towards you. you were a human for crying out loud. what was worse, you didn’t even have any powers like that orange haired woman orihime or that other strong guy, chad. they were human too, so what was different about you. not having the patience to figure it out, his ( initial ) regard for you plummeted and ultimately decided to ignore you so and carry on with what he initially came here for: to find a worthy opponent and fight them.

and that same wind that passed through your knee length cardigan floated irregularly through the atmosphere, making a slow and aimless ascension to the clouds that hung lazily in the navy-blue sky━ inching closer to the sexta espada. the air infused with your scent entered the vicinity in which his sharp nose was able to reach. the breezed wisped across his strong face and jaw, he inhaled it unintentionally and— God his mind literally blanked. grimmjow’s train of thought was abruptly flung off the rails and momentarily lost concentration on the fight he was about to engage in. he swore the hot blood that rushed down to his crotch from his brain was instantaneous, he almost lost balance.

what was that smell? and why in the hell did it smell…so good? his mind wandered, unknowingly becoming hopelessly enraptured by your aroma and wanting to fulfill the instantaneous urge to follow the scent, like a fucking dog or something. and when he remembered you running, panting heavily to safety ━ past his general direction ━ he put two and two together and figured out it was you. the ambrosial smell was coming from you, from that plush body of yours. it had taken his olfactory senses by the horns, and grimmjow nearly lost all his wits, the urge to abandon the whole fight with carrot top just to seek you out and take you for himself was getting stronger with each passing minute. and it was obvious he’s not good with impulse control at all, so the fact he had so much self-restraint to focus on the current task at hand was a feat in itself.

he was able to spot your figure one last time before you disappeared into one of the buildings a few blocks down. while senselessly beating ichigo into the asphalt of the street, there was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that liked seeing shade of blue against your mocha skin. 

maybe because the hue was coincidentally similar to the hair on his head.

soon enough the battle was over, and when he returned to his own quarters in las noches, laid on his bed and took a moment to really process everything? he could feel himself spiraling, but this time he didn’t do anything to stop it; he let his thoughts hurl themselves off the deep end. his senses were swirling, your pleasant odor imprinting on him more deeply than he had expected or anticipated it to. he needed to see you━ no, to smell you again. little did he know these budding desires would cause him to become enamored with every aspect of your being in the very near future. with grimmy being who he is, he already began to scheme and figure out a time when to go back to the world of the living. he didn’t even know what he was going to do but he just knew that he had to satiate these relentless thoughts. 

he could feel his member stiffening again when he remembered how just how you looked, with that frightened expression laced in your countenance. that paired with your sensual figure and how you smelled? without giving it a second thought, he scrambled to get his pants at his ankles so he could wrap his large palms around his girthy dick quick enough. he gave himself a few experimental pumps, precum was quick to bud from his slit when your round tits flashed in his mind’s eye. he then imagined how your aroma mixed with the scent of passionate sweaty sex as he fucked you silly would smell like, and just how much sweeter your voice could sound with his name dripping from your plump lips. with his mind racing, shame quickly evaporated from his body as he tightened his grip, his hand movements grew faster and alternating between different wrist movements. grimmjow cursed himself through deep groans for being aroused enough to even do something like this because of some human woman he saw on the street in the world of the living, but the poor baby couldn’t help it. 

grimmjow got so lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of how his heavy cock felt in his grasp and in his fantasies of bouncing you up and down his length, breasts jiggling in his face with his mouth clasped onto one nipple, like a baby desperate for milk from its mother. and he wanted all of your ‘milk’, and he desperately wanted to give you all of his; he wanted to fill you up with it. after overstimulating himself a little and having mind-blowing, sheet-gripping orgasm that left his chest rising and falling like waves against the seashore, his hips lazily thrusted into his fist on their own volition to prolong this euphoric sensation for as long as possible. usually, post-nut clarity was supposed to bring you to your senses, to a more rational and calm state of mind. 

and bring grimmjow to his senses, it did. because he stared at the unnatural amount of his solidifying seed in his palm, on his lap and near the hole in his abdomen, one thing became increasingly clear: releasing an abundant amount of cum didn’t make him want you less— it made him want you more. because grimmjow knew well enough he’d drive himself crazy with these kinds of perverse behaviors and thoughts of you had he done nothing to resolve the issue. with you on his mind, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the tasks as one of lord aizen’s elite arrancar.

eventually, around the time the fourth espada ulquiorra would coerce and kidnap orihime to come with him to hueco mundo, grimmjow decided that was the best time to. . . apprehend you as well. he didn’t even have a valid reason other than wanting to keep you for himself and utilize you as he saw fit. quite frankly he doubted anyone, including aizen himself, would care if he brought back a little something extra from the world of the living, especially if this ‘something’ was a human who was no imminent threat to aizen’s plans. if anything, this could only benefit him, since you were one of ichigo’s close friends and if needed, you could be used as leverage.

it would be at night when your fate would be sealed, the sky practically empty and starless. the lights from the many buildings and streetlights outshone any stellar body that hung up above besides the moon. and high in the atmosphere is where the garganta that came from hueco mundo pried itself open, like the mouth of a monster about to devour its prey. except the ‘predator’ in question was actually the sixth espada; and of course, you were the unsuspecting prey. his sapphire irises scanned over the vast area of the city, starting at the place where he last fought with ichigo.

memory served him correctly ━ probably because he was so determined━ and recalled the general area where your living space was. using his sonído, grimmjow already found himself hovering above the apartment complexes, and began to seek out your unique spiritual pressure. within seconds he was able to distinguish yours from the faint traces of the other humans living on this block, and he wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating from excitement or not, but he was sure he could pick up your scent from all the way where he levitated in the air. he had to suppress a growl as he followed his senses, and made an abrupt appearance on your terrace, which you unfortunately left cracked open because your bedroom was much too stuffy and desperately craved circulation from the cooler, night air. 

the blue-haired espada let out a sort of derisive chuckle at your blatant ignorance. 

it’s only when you opened the door to your bathroom that led directly to your bedroom did you notice that a stranger had entered your apartment. your heart dropped when you saw grimmjow’s tall, lanky but muscular figure sitting on your bed, his elbows on his knees and his eyes trained on you. he was like a cat, with how his gaze was so fierce and consuming. a wave of an unfamiliar fear washed over your body and mind, completely drowning you. your legs instinctively moved backwards back into the bathroom, your flight response taking prominence and deciding you’d barricade yourself in there. you weren’t even a hundred percent certain it would work, but you couldn’t just stand there.

but grimmjow was much, much faster. faster than what you could comprehend. 

his movements were so high speed, you had almost thought you imagined him sitting there, because by the time you blinked out of your stupefied stare, he was gone.

but your horror was unfortunately realized. in fact, you were not hallucinating the whole ordeal, because an unpleasant, static ━almost booming noise ━ rung out in your ear, and suddenly the intruder was behind you, one hand gripping your throat with unnatural strength, cutting off vital oxygen supplies to your heart and lungs, and the other harshly gripping one of your arms to keep you still. 

“scream, and i’ll snap your arm like a fucking twig. it won’t be hard for someone like me, y’know.” you tried very hard not focus on his rough palm on your windpipe, and how easy it would be to delude yourself into a line of thinking that, had then circumstances been different and you were already acquainted with one another, this could have led to an entirely different outcome.

but, at the moment all you could do was gasp raggedly, your mind slowly falling into delirium because you couldn’t breathe. using what little space you were allowed to turn your head back towards your assailant, your eyes widened at just how ferocious he looked. he looked human, but you knew he wasn’t; the skeletal row of sharp, saber-like fangs on his right jaw and the concerningly large hole in his stomach told you that; it was unsettling. what was even scarier about him though, was that he looked a little familiar to you. why did it seem like you’ve caught a glimpse of his face before?

“stupid woman. . . leaving your doors open like that. don’t you know that you’re inviting practically any body into your home? you’re lucky that it was me, and not some creep.” he taunted you sinisterly as his grip on your neck and arm grew tighter, and now your struggle to breath became more obvious when you started to see blotches in your vision. the balance beam tipped dangerously back and forth between arousal and the fear that ran through your brain at the thought you might actually die.

“w━wh..who a-are. . . you. . .?” you had so much to say, so many questions. but you physically didn’t have any strength to voice them and oppose him, and you certainly didn’t want a broken arm.

“doesn’t matter. all you need to know is that you’re coming with me. and no, you don’t have a choice so don’t try and make a big fuss about it.” grimmjow stated tersely, not waiting for your compliance or a response. it’s not like you could speak clearly anyway. 

given with how close grimmjow was to you, your scent violently invaded his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but lean down slightly from his height and take a deep inhale into your braided hair that was tied down with a fine, silk scarf. even a barrier such as that couldn’t stop your aroma to waft into his personal space. standing from behind you he also got a good view of your cleavage in the v-cut oversized black shirt you wore, and how your nipples reacted to the cold air from outside. he had to physically stop himself from ripping your panties off, gagging you with them, and stuffing your cunt by confining your arm into a tighter grasp. you thought it would break if you even moved an inch. he figured he’d only suffocate you, since he admittedly preferred not use force on you; you’re too pretty and fragile for that. grimmjow shook his head at the fleeting thought. he hardly even acquired you for 5 minutes, and you were already permeating and changing his ideals.

a transient thought of how sexy the man behind you was, how nice his chiseled chest felt against your back flickered through your mind before you succumbed to your unconscious.

by the time you awoke, your eyes adjusted to him leaning over your horizontal figure on the surprisingly soft bed, his nose once again in the junction between your neck and collarbone. you groggily recalled him getting a good whiff of you before you lost consciousness, but it didn’t occur to you how strange it was until you saw his handsome figure hovering over you like this. you lifted your hands to touch his taut pectorals in an attempt to put some distance in between the two of you, but of course, he was big and strong and wouldn’t move that easily.

“h-hey! . . .where am i? and what the fuck are y—“

he stopped anymore protests from flowing out of your mouth by slamming his hand over your jugular, which caused a startled yelp— one that sounded too close to a mewl— to tumble past your lips. you stared at the tendrils of baby blue hair that fell across his forehead as he lifted his face to look at you.

you couldn’t even maintain eye contact for five seconds; his acute stare quickly overwhelming you on top of the flurry of thoughts that wanted to ponder on his mean, but ruggedly beautiful and proportionate face. you felt shame heat your cheeks and throughout your body at these thoughts.

“stop. . . moving. and watch your fucking mouth when talking me, woman.”

there was something about the dangerous glimmer in his eye, the tone in his voice, and the blade strapped to his hip that you just now noticed was nudging your leg, that told you not to say anything more. the longer you processed this, the longer you stared at the gaping hole in his abdomen, the longer you eyed the arrancar taking prolonged whiffs of your skin, the more frightened you became. you reminded yourself that this — none of this was normal.

you were kidnapped. taken against your will to come to a place you could only assume was the place where all these hollow creatures came from, and the only reason you even knew that was because you were so close with ichigo. you felt your heart tremble and shake against your ribcage at the very real possibility that no one knew where you were or just who took you. you weren’t even sure if anyone was currently out looking for you.

pure terror of all the unknowns running laps in your brain caused the blood in your veins to run cold and freeze over. clenching your eyes shut as if you were trying to block out the impending dread, you tried to ignore the heat that blossomed and penetrated your thinly clothed waist when grimmjow’s fingers brushed against the fabric and fully took hold of your flesh in his possessive grip. the guttural groan he let out against your shoulder caused your body to buzz in pleasure. “i don’t know what the hell it is but you smell so. . . fucking good.”

time gradually passed—you don’t even know how long since the sky always resembled midnight and you had no watch or your phone — but your mind started to move away from your friends and lifestyle back in the world of the living and became accustomed to this life as grimmjow’s. . . .human. too accustomed, in fact. you weren’t even sure what you were to him, other than the fact he was always with you to some extent. he was always there watching over you, glaring at you and whatnot, always smelling you. had your mind become so deprived of genuine human interaction that you found this behavior endearing?

perhaps.

in a way, his clinginess made you feel safe, it made you feel protected. like— if you really wanted to let your mind fall down that rabbit hole— that no harm would ever come within 5 feet of you, so as long as the sexta espada was looming over your form from behind. 

as for grimmjow, normally, he would have harshly judged people who acted this ill-composed, depraved or obsessive, but now he was no better than them with the way he acted around you. there was just. . . some element that drew him to you, like a moth to a flickering flame, and it all started when your beguiling fragrance wafted up to his height in the sky that night. he was turning into a feral animal that needed to be kept on a leash; if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was reverting back to his pantera form.

if anybody’s gaze even so much as lingered on you for a bit too long, he would feel offended (why? he still didn’t know himself). his short temper would ultimately get the best of him, instinctively giving them a venomous “the hell you staring at? huh!?”, paired with his irritated and equally sharp glare. he’d rest a lazy hand on your hip or draped across your shoulder for good measure. 

and that’s another thing you noticed during your indefinite stay here at las noches, the name of the vast, castle-like building you’d soon discover later: grimmjow always seemed to be touching you in some shape or form. an arm across your shoulder blades, a palm on your curvy ass, a hand around your throat— usually to threaten you but you couldn’t help but be aroused and you were pretty sure he was well aware of this too— even when you slept. he quite aggressively insisted you share a bed with him, and his muscled forearm would always be perched across your torso. it wasn’t necessarily in a loving way, but more territorial. and when you’d wake up to find him closer than when you drifted off to sleep, with his nose wedged on your shoulder and a big hand encasing your breast, you couldn’t help but wish this, was a little more genuine.

and just like the animal adjuchas he was deep down, he consistently found himself to be in something of a rut, a lust-filled heat engulfing his loins whenever he looked at you, even if it was only for a second. you could be doing literally anything or just standing there, and the urge to pounce on you, to bite and lick and inhale your skin would become too strong at times. he constantly had to fight his primal temptations to shove you up against a wall or bend you over, and repeatedly piston his hips inside your tight heat — no matter who may or may not have been around. you caused his self-control and decency to deplete at alarming rates.

but, in those moments he let those impulses take over, which became increasingly intentional, it’s the most….God, you feel so many things when grimmjow has you sprawled out or spread open for him, practically in his palm and at his mercy. you could feel the possessive nature of his personality absorb you with the way his tongue danced across the canvas of your skin, and the way he gripped your hips so hard, constantly breathed your scent —like it was the only air he needed to breathe — as he drilled his hips wildly into your dripping cunt (he’d always tease you for how easily wet you get at any little, seemingly innocuous gesture he directed towards you, despite him doing it on purpose to provoke you).

out of all the positions he has, and will plan to, put you in, his favorite is most definitely back shots because he likes to watch his cock, with a scary amount of concentration and a manic smirk on his lips, impale you over and over and over again. he also loves seeing your luscious, fat ass ripple and bounce against his slender hips. “pussy so—” he’d let out a malicious chuckle and growl before roughly planting a heavy palm on your fleshy mound, the sound resonating throughout the spacious room, “—so fuckin’ good…all this time, before i even came and got you, you were keeping her tight for me, weren’t you? yeaaaah, fuck yeah you were princess. this cunt was practically made for me, just asking to be ruined.”

he’d say the filthiest words you’d ever heard when he had your back arched in the shape of a parenthesis. missionary admittedly always did it for him too, just so he can watch your face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure and good hear you whining his name without the buffer of the blankets beneath you. and when he’d push your thighs all the way back to feast because he was hungry? you swear you lose your vision and see stars, practically ascending to the heavens when grimmy is devouring your cunt. it really shouldn’t turn you on so much when he takes a moment to unlatch from your twitching pearl of nerves, your slick sticking to his chin, just so he can smell you while he plunged his appendages in and out of your folds. he’d always edge you like this, and you hated it, but your whiny protests were dragged back down your throat and exchanged for a moan when he landed an abrasive slap on your thigh and muttered a gruff, “shut the fuck up, brat,” against your dripping sex.

he would be seconds away from cumming in his pants untouched when he treated himself to that first whiff. you’d be so embarrassed by it at first,but would soon enjoy it as much as he does; he basically corrupted you by thrusting his own lewd fantasies onto you and implanting them in your psyche. the sixth espada gets so drunk on the taste of you and the natural perfume of your pussy, he could stay down there for hours, until you passed out from the pleasure or physically couldn’t orgasm anymore. you’d have to hit him on the head to get him to come up for some air. even when you were on your period— some bloody human thing, he’d call it— didn’t stop him from effectively eating you alive.

grimmjow would soon come to the realization one night when he was balanced on his forearms on top of you, languidly rolling his pelvis in and out—with that slight upward motion that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull—that this, that you, were all he needed. nothing, not fighting any of his ‘comrades’ or enemies, not devouring other unfortunate souls, not the thought of getting stronger, could measure up to the way your palms grasped at his brawny, taut back, the way your voice got all high-pitched and soft, crying about how you “need more, i-i need you, love yo—oooh, fuck, yes!!”, and how your intangible essence surrounded and swallowed up his very soul.

as his thrusts grew deeper, faster and more mind-numbing, he decided that ‘yeah, this is it’. being inside you and taking pleasure in invading your mind, body and heart was it for him, he couldn’t ask for more. he knew he’d do just about anything for you if you just asked or bat those long, dramatic lashes at him. he hesitantly admitted himself that you were more powerful than he originally thought you were, because only you were able to make him come undone to such a staggering degree and reshape his disposition, even if it was only a little bit, and only for you to witness.

maybe humans weren’t that weak.

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[daggerzine]

My 10 favorite bands on Flying Nun Records! (circa 1980's)

the chills

the bats

the clean

look blue go purple

able tasmans

snapper

straightjacket fits

bird nest roys

the verlaines

bailter space

[pom12art]

Nelson

I finished doing Nelson!! I think I'll work on the major cities/towns, then the other areas in NZ XD

I also drew an OC from this region (Not sure what city/town they'll be from but I think Wellington would be a good place) but that'll be in another post, I might do more since it'll help me with drawing backgrounds (backgrounds, the bane of my existence...)

Here's some information about Nelson:

Nelson is a city located on the eastern shores of Tasman Bay or Te Tai-o-Aorere. It is the oldest city in the South Island and the second oldest-settled city in New Zealand since pre-Rash times.

After people from Wellington as well as other parts of the North Island were forced to leave. Nelson quickly became overpopulated due to the amount of people that suddenly moved there. The overpopulation became so bad that there was shortage of food and housing which caused many deaths due to people rioting.

Eventually the government was able to move the refugees to other parts of the South Island (Mainly Christchurch) and the riots in Nelson began to calm down. Nelson now raises cattle and grows a wide range of vegetables and exports it to other parts of the country. 

Although 100 years have passed since the Rash’s initial outbreak it is still known for its arts and crafts scene due to the amount of working artists and galleries in the city.

#artists on tumblr #my art #digitalart #artist on tumblr #digital art #worldbuilding #fanmade #stand still stay silent #sssscomic #ssss

[you-dirty-hippie]

Cleopatra pools, Able Tasman National park

#nature #forest #new zealand #new zeland landscape #travel #camping #nature asthetic #wilderness #film #green #hiking #vintage #wildlife #national park #river

[alexin-wonderlust]

Day 1 - Japan Blog - 7 February 2024

Day One: Adelaide to Tokyo Virgin Airlines via Melbourne and Cairns

Let's begin our departure to Japan. My sixth time visiting Nippon, and this time I hope to see and experience new things I havent been able to before.

My previous trips have been more to the cities to shop and to Disneyland but as I become more infatuated with this country, I am drawn to more meaningful experiences. It used to be about the video games, the collectables, the cute accessories and conveniences I couldnt get at home -- but now I am intrigued with the history, culture and nature of Japan. Hopefully I can manage to do everything I want to do and all the things, I wasnt expecting. (Because, theyre always the best!)

Leaving our house at 4am this morning was always a challenge; especially when I finished packing at 2am. So, we jumped in the uber which was driven by a super eccentric female driver who made me want to drop everying and start uber driving -- how is this even a thing I would want to do? She was so funny and chirpy and smart. It made the ride memorable and we made it to the airport with the rest of our holiday to look forward to.

Second up, checking in at Virgin Airlines in Adelaide Airport was also a huge highlight. The person helped us with our check in -- not that we needed it, but she upgraded our domestic flights to extra legroom which made my travel partner very happy.

I'm travelling with my partner of 4 years; Ben. He is 6"3 and loves an extra legroom seat! You'll probably learn a lot about him through my posts. He likes good food and music!

Well, after discovering that our VA fare is NOT a full service fare (I am NOT happy about this, shook, stricken, SLANDER!) as I would NEVER... but apparently; flying trans-tasman with VA doesn't mean you get a meal or a blanket or a pillow or a nice piece of metal. We are on a Boeing 737-800 Max for 9 hours with NO SNACKS. I think, because I booked this hastily, on their website (opposed to through a GDS with the option to see ancillaries) without the complete details -- I assumed it was a short haul international flight, and compared it with Qantas' service. I was wrong. The inflight entertainment is BYO device (which I didnt...) and the 737800 isnt fitted with Wifi onboard so I couldnt even download anything to watch. Their WiFi was working, so you could use their Free Entertainment, however I found it lagged and I couldn't even watch it through the buffering. So I just stuck to my knitting -- without music though because my Spotify decided I didnt need my downloaded music either.

It was a very long and semi-uncomfortable flight.

After the gruelling hours of trying to sleep, trying to finish my knitting and also doing some work... we landed in Haneda! HOORAY! Now time to do customs, and head to our hotel. Almost there.

For those playing at home; here is a quick breakdown of how to enter Japan.

-Grab an entry card and declaration card from your air host/ess. They will provide the physical card for you to fill in to give when you go through customs.

  or

-Alternatively; visit Japanweb.gov.jp (I dont have a photo of it, because you cant use cameras in customs, and I used the physical card option -- I love filling out these things!!) and you can do it all online and scan your QR at the gate.

The entry card tells the Japanese Government what your intentions on visiting Japan. IE: Tourism, visiting a relative, Business, etc -- and how long you intend to stay, where you're going to be staying -- all that jazz.

The declarations card is about what you are BRINGING in to JAPAN. So please dont bring things like fruit, meat, dangerous goods, illegal substances (this can be some medications like Codeine and Pseudoephedrine so please check with your doctor -- and get a note if you take medication regularly that might not be "legal" in Japan). If you dont bring any of this with you; you dont need to declare anything and you can walk straight through once you've shown your passport.

-Line up and have your passport at the ready. Keep your entry cards with your passport.

-They will scan your finger prints and take your photo first. (We had to do this twice...)

-Line up again to go through the gates.

-This is where they will stamp your passport and grant your access.

Once youve gone through this part; you're almost there!!

-Pick up your bags.

-Find the carosel with the flight you just arrived on. (IE: VA77 is on carosel 6) Your bags will come out here.

-Collect your bags and take them to the gates on the other side.

-Show your passport and declaration card and you *should* be good to enter.

Here we go! We are in JAPAN -- the first port of call is to get our mascot for the trip. This is something Ive done since my 2018 trip and it's fun and cute and it makes me happy to share my experience through a silly icon's eyes. Walk towards the "Keihan" Train Line which will get you to Tokyo. This is a trainline that goes direct from Haneda airport to Tokyo and connects to any of the main train networks in Tokyo. It really doesn't matter what neighbourhood you are staying in; 90% of the time this will be the train you need to get you to where you want to go. On the LEFT there is a 7/11 (get money from the ATM in the left corner, and then grab some snacks and a drink so you've got some coins..) because on the RIGHT there are a bunch of Gacha Machines where I like to find my mascot.

This time; NOTHING. No lil dudes. So, we will keep looking. 

Take the Escalators down to the train platform and board the train to TOKYO/SHINAGAWA and you're on your way.

Back to my blog; Ben and I had our heart set on this ramen place we found by accident last time we were in Akihabara. We call it "Midnight Ramen" because he wanted ramen at midnight and it came through with the GOODS... alas. We dropped our bags at our hotel in Shinagawa and did a quick change into something warm. (It was 36degrees when we left Adelaide and now we are facing 2degrees and SNOW!) Slammed on a beanie and caught the Yamanote to Akiba; to find that our ramen place was closed for renovations. The SADDEST TIME! Akiba isn't known for its ramen so we had to find something else... how devastating.

We found a Hakata style ramen place. It was a 6/10. It got a point for being open. Also, it was okay. The Nori (seaweed) had cute printed sayings on it which I thought was cute (gross, but cute). Then I found out that another branch of the other ramen place was open in Shinagawa, only a 6 minute walk from our hotel. Let's pretend like that didnt happen.

After we ate, we became acquainted with our new local Kombini (7/11, convenience store) attached to our hotel, and purchased some necessities.

#japan travel #travel #alexinwonderlust #bennyandthelex #japan february 2024 #travel blog #japan #tokyo

[snootyfoxfashion]

I saw your post and BD. I can’t personally say how much difference it’d make for u but as someone from aus I’ve been using booktopia instead of book depository for years and they have a pretty good selection! I found when I first started using em instead that their prices were fairly on par w BD. I used to get all my uni textbooks n stuff from there when I was studying bc almost nowhere else had em and now it’s my primary source for p much all books, hard copy or ebook. There’s a few things I haven’t been able to find over the years unfortunately. considering you’re just across the tasman it should be ok!! Here’s their page abt NZ orders if that helps. Hope you can still find all the books you desire! 💚 https :// www. booktopia. com. au/ helpCentre.ep?p=shipping&o=new-zealand-orders#content (idk if asks still don’t allow links so I’ve added spaces - hope this helps! Thanks for running your blog it’s been real nice to follow 💚)

OMG I love you for this!!! Thank you I had no idea this existed I will definitely be buying from here in the future!

[chickensarentcheap]

That's a hard one.  Too much information would traumatize them, too little would leave them asking even more questions.  I think she'll just to be straight the point, without too much emphasis how much danger he's actually in and of course, not mentioning what these people might to do him.  Just say that he was working a job and the bad people got control of the situation, and they took him.  And that everything is being done to find him and bring him home.

2.  Addie is still very Addie LOL.  She's very bubbly and energetic and smiles and giggles a lot.  She has lots of energy and she loves to dance around and do cartwheels and walkovers and handstands and all that.  She's very much an animal lover and will bring home every injured bird, lizard etc that she finds and thinks needs help.   And she still prefers the pool over the ocean, although she still loves to walk the beach and collect shells and ocean glass and stones :) and she's still very much into making crafts and still has her love for pink and frills and glitter lol

3.   The incident with Mark made them even stronger than they were before.  Tyler's resilience and resolve to find her and her tenacity and will to do anything possible to keep their baby alive has filled them both even more respect and admiration and appreciation for each other.  They communicate better, Tyler doesn't fly off the handle and say things that hurt her and has learned to handle that behaviour.   They seem to even love each other more after 15 years.  

4.  No. Tyler's still very much Tyler in that respect.  And some of his OCD tendencies have calm down a little. He doesn't fidget as much, doesn't need everything completely in order and tidy.  He's learned to curb a lot of that.

5.  He will not cope at all. At first he'll be able to handle it, but without meds, his brain will become his worst enemy during all of this.

6.   Not really.  He never had strong feelings for her. He was attracted to her and enjoyed the time he spent with her, but when she started pressing for more in their 'relationship', he realized he didn't feel the same way.   That they were better off ending things were they were and trying to remain friends and colleagues.  He didn't want to lead her on and give her any kind of hope that there'd be more between them.

7.  Tasman loves to swim and ride horses.  Those are two main loves.  He also enjoys drawing and painting and is actually very talented at both.  And he loves music!  His dad bought him drums he can mess around on for his third birthday lol

8.  Kota was diagnosed with pervasive developmental disorder, sensory disfunction, and a global developmental delay that leaves him slightly behind cognitvely.

9.  Millie will definitely have a hard time. A lot of different emotions. Anger because he said he'd never go out in the field again (that was one of his promises on his 50th birthday, that he'd be full time behind the scenes).  Fear because she doesn't know where he is and what's happening to him.   A lot of sadness. She's still very close to her dad, even if they do butt heads a lot with their warring personalities.

@tragiclyhip​

#Tyler and Esme series

[learningnewways]

Week 1 Thoughts

While I may be a few weeks overdue with this blog post, these are my thoughts and musings from my first week being back in NZ.

When my flight from San Fransisco to Auckland landed in New Zealand and I walked off the plane, I nearly cried. After literally a week of travelling from The Gambia to NZ, with 2 cancelled flights and 2 overnight stop overs in NYC and San Fransisco, I was ready to get home. I always get anxious when flying, particularly on long-haul international flights, so I was feeling very relieved to land in NZ, especially after so many delays!

However when my flight from Auckland to Nelson was coming into land, instead of the anticipated tears of joy, there were tears of sadness. As I looked out at the stunning view of Nelson and Tasman, of the place I’ve called home for most of my life, something didn’t feel right inside of me. Instead of rushing off the plane like I thought I would, I ended up being one of the last people to get off the plane. Even thought I’d finished my mission and had surprisingly stuck out the whole last four difficult months, I also felt like I hadn’t quite finished my mission, or that I hadn’t achieved what I set out to do, but I couldn’t put my finger on why I felt that way. It was overwhelming and surprising. When I finally dragged myself off the plane and was slowly walking across the tarmac, I looked out at the hills that are so familiar to me and always feel like home, yet at my core it didn’t feel like home anymore. At the same time, The Gambia also didn’t feel like home, so where did I belong now? Despite not even walking into the airport yet, I already felt like an outsider, back in my hometown yet feeling like I don’t fit anymore, but not fitting in where I’d just been for the past three months either… It was not the feelings I had anticipated for my first few minutes of arriving in Nelson, that’s for sure, and it definitely started me off on a somber note.

It was just my dad waiting for me at the airport, and after a quick hug one of the first things he said to me was, “Well, now time for the depression to kick in!” He went on to talk about times when he’d lived overseas and would come back home and feel down for the first few months because he’d had this amazing experience overseas and changed, yet everything and everyone back home was just the same, and no one could relate to his experiences. I understood exactly what he meant, because I’ve also lived overseas before and had to deal with the transition that is coming back home. But this time felt different. I didn’t want to slip back into my “normal” life, and at the same time, I had a feeling that this wasn’t my home, but that The Gambia wasn’t either… Was this a case of, “we are in the world, but not of the world?” Or that, “this is our temporary home,” on the way to eternity with Christ? That it’s actually okay for nowhere to feel like home?

After a quick catch up with one of my best friends, I spent my first few days back in NZ in Golden Bay with my parents and boyfriend, which was really nice. Golden Bay has always been my happy place, so being able to just get away and spend quality time with them was much needed. The weather was nice and it felt like being in heaven, particularly after so many months in The Gambia. But towards the end of the weekend, I got a message from M saying there’d been rioting on the streets right outside our compound back in The Gambia. She sent through some videos she and her family had taken, and they made me cry. A local guy had been murdered and the suspect was being held at the police station down the road. The locals wanted justice and to take it into their own hands, and were protesting and rioting on the street as the police wouldn’t release him. The videos showed people throwing rocks at the police, police firing tear gas at the crowd, people running and screaming, fires in the middle of the road… It was terrifying! Literally right outside my house! Luckily no one was seriously hurt, although M and her family were sick for a few days because of the tear gas. But it really shook me. Here I was, in what feels like paradise, meanwhile back in The Gambia, where I was only a week prior, all this was going down… I was glad to have come home when I did, as being there with that happening would’ve freaked me out too much, but being so far away was also difficult.

One morning during my few short days in Nelson, I was back at my parents house, trying to sort through some suitcases of stuff I’d left at theirs while I was away and figure out what to pack for my trip to Christchurch. I was feeling overwhelmed looking at all my stuff and all the choices, after having only 5 options of clothes for the past 4 months. Even though I now had so many options of what to wear, I kept reverting back to the same few items I’d been wearing on repeat, overwhelmed by my new-found choice. At one stage I checked my phone and there was a message from Antonia. She had sent me some photos from my final day at the government shelter. I was looking through the photos of me and the kids, and there were two kids that I connected with in particular over my time there, and when I saw the photos of those kids, I started crying. And then I cried and cried and cried and cried. My crying turned into deep sobbing that I couldn’t stop.

Seeing the faces of these beautiful children in the government shelter, while I sat surrounded in an abundance of clothes in New Zealand, which is like heaven compared to their living hell, made me so overwhelmed and upset. I’m over here, safe and living the good life, while they remain there. My heart broke as I thought about the reality of that. Then I started thinking about all the other people I’d met and the injustices I’d seen and heard about, not just in The Gambia, but across the world. And so the tears kept coming. I may have mentioned on the blog before that one of my lifelong prayers has been, “Father, break my heart for what breaks Yours,” and in that moment I definitely felt a glimpse of what He feels. I’d felt it a lot in The Gambia too, after first meeting the trafficked girls, after visiting the babies and children in the government shelter… So many situations broke my heart. But now that I was facing the reality that I’m back here in paradise and they’re still there, it was unbearable. I was listening to Brandon Lake, so that probably didn’t help either! But I was just so overwhelmed by emotions and heartache, being so far away from The Gambia and knowing I need to do something about what I’ve seen and experienced, but what? There’s so many issues, so much injustice, where do you even begin?

I spoke to one of my best friends about a bit of what I was experiencing, about feeling like I don’t belong here anymore, pondering if I even what to belong here. I decided that I don’t. I don’t want to ever forget that the world is so much bigger than what we see here, that there are people who are suffering and need Jesus. I talked to her about my initial wrestlings and she had this great analogy for me about the seasons. She talked about how when we first enter winter or perhaps move to a country where it is very cold and snows, it’s hard to adjust. We miss the summer, we’re cold and miserable. Then over time, slowly but surely, we learn to embrace it. We learn what clothes to wear in the extreme cold, we learn how to shovel snow so we can drive, we make snow angels on the ground, we go sledding… Then just as we seem to be adjusting and possibly even thriving, the snow starts to melt or we move countries again. We aren’t ready to let go of the snow and winter yet, but it’s gone already. As the flowers start to blossom and the temperatures rise, we miss the winter and all it held. We had just learnt to thrive and now everything is changing again. Yet slowly and surely, we adjust and we find joy in the spring time. Then, every now and then, we see things that remind us of the winter. We see fluffs of white falling off trees that remind us of the snow, someone shovelling dirt in their garden which reminds us of the hard work of shovelling snow in winter… Winter is now a memory, not our reality, yet we still have all the learnings and emotions of it inside of us.

The image that it put in my head was so beautiful and exactly what I needed to hear in that moment. I’d just been in a really hard place for the last few months, where everything was new and it was a constant uphill battle. Yet towards the end I was beginning to enjoy parts of it, thrive even, and then suddenly I’m back home, confused and out of place. Yet I have all the learnings and emotions from my time in The Gambia. Will I go back to The Gambia? I’m not sure. Will I stay in Nelson forever? I’m not sure. What am I doing next year? I’m not sure! But there is beauty to be found in all of it. Speaking of beauty… New Zealand is so frickin beautiful… We are soooooo blessed to live here, with our amazing weather and absolutely stunning scenery. As I kayaked in Golden Bay and as I drove from Nelson to Christchurch, I felt like I was literally in heaven. I was thinking, if this is what earth is like, what is heaven going to look like?! Wow! Anyway, those are some initial thoughts from my first week back… I know that there will be a lot more processing and unpacking to be done…

[tasview]

Random rush

A few quick shots in Hobart with the Pen-F. Able Tasman monument Abel Tasman I’ve started using that cute little dial on the front, you can save five custom colour setups there, handy for creativity. And yes, it does shoot in colour, beautiful vivid colours that retains detail! Colourful porch Criterion in evening colour I have so many fungi photos, I thought I’d just throw one in for good…

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#Fungi #mycena #Olympus PenF #Photography

[bunny-yan]

Hiiii I really loveed the Yandere hero can you do a part 2 of it??

TW: depictions of death, claustrophobia, hallucinations, minors DNI

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He wasn’t your hero. Not when his version of saving you meant locking you in his room, the four walls pressing in, threatening to suffocate if you didn’t escape this place soon. 

You swore the longer you stayed in this prison, the closer the walls got. It wouldn’t be long before you could no longer reach your arms out, or turn around. The glass from the window would shatter and you wouldn’t be able to avoid shards of glass embedding themselves into your feet. Your mind was stained with visions of blood draining from your body, filling the room in waves of scarlet as it found its way back to you through your lungs. It was silly to think you had enough blood to drown in, but the random taste of copper always put you on edge. You supposed you should stop chewing the skin off of your thumb. It was keeping the taste of blood fresh in your mind, but you couldn’t help it. You would either bleed to death or the walls would enclose further, getting closer and closer until you were crushed between them. Deathly pale or unrecognizable. You didn’t want to find out which would happen first. 

You were getting out of here. 

You considered escaping out of the window. Tasman had made sure you wouldn’t be able to open it by breaking off the lever that unlocked it, something that had made you feel hopeless before, but it was glass. If you threw a chair into the window, you were sure it would break. Sure, you’d have to climb over it in order get out of the window, but a few scrapes here and there was preferable to bleeding to death. The other dilemma was the noise it would make. You couldn’t escape while Tasman was here, but you were sure that whoever he’d tasked with keeping an eye on you would burst in at the first sign of trouble and you didn’t want to think about what he’d do if he caught you. 

That left convincing one of his insufferable party members to let you go. They practically worshiped him, not phased in the slightest after learning about his hostage and none of their gazes were sympathetic when you begged for help. They viewed you as a nuisance. 

You hated it. 

It wasn’t like you asked to be here. You had the misfortune of growing up with a psychotic, obsessive asshole who hid his teeth with innocently sweet smiles. It made you feel stupid to have been so trusting when he had given you every reason not to believe in him and now here you were. 

Stuck.

There was no point in assigning blame. You could get mad at yourself for not realizing the monster you thought was your childhood friend had disguised intentions. You would get angry at him for kidnapping you and trying to force you to behave as a lover might. 

You had naively fallen in love after promises of devotion and affection, but now the only devotion you recognized was his to keeping you confined here. Any hints of affection were crushed the moment he tried. You were unable to stand him touching you. The only reason you tolerated his presence was because you were forced to, unable to do otherwise. 

He’d try to embrace you after coming back from a mission or hold you closer when you were sleeping, but you’d pull away, ducking under an embrace or going to sleep on the couch in the far corner of the room. 

Tasman would get silent, the same smile still present on his face but lacking its previous enthusiasm. 

You refused to feel bad. You could put up with pouting if it meant you didn’t have to entertain his bullshit. Especially after his kicked puppy act ended after a week, devolving into heated arguments. 

He would call you selfish, telling you that your callous behavior was unappreciated to which you would respond by telling him to go fuck himself. 

He didn’t like that. 

“What do you think this behavior is going to achieve?” he asked you, crossing his arms. His smile was gone. Replaced with an annoyed scowl, an expression that you preferred. “I’m making efforts to fix our relationship and you refuse to see that.”

“I want to leave, Tasman. I want to go outside and breathe, remember what the sky looks like.”

“The window doesn’t give you a clear view?”

“Fuck you!”

“You are throwing a tantrum and acting like a child. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m not taking your emotions seriously, but how do you expect me to react when you behave like this?”

“I don’t know! Like a decent human being, maybe? One who doesn’t lock their supposed lover in a room for months. One whose first instinct isn’t to guilt trip whenever I won’t give you want you want! Someone who doesn’t delude themselves into thinking that this is love!”

Slamming his hand into the wall, you jumped as cracks erupted, debris falling and threatening to crush you if he put anymore strength into his fist. 

“You’re mine. You will always be mine.”

Tasman had never gotten this angry. Sure, he lost control here and there but he’d never exploded like this before. He preferred to remain cool and composed, wearing a carefree smile as if nothing in the world bothered him. But you were clearly getting under his skin. Looking at him, you were afraid and it only hardened your resolve. 

“I don’t want to be with you.” 

He grit his teeth, jaw clenching so hard you could feel the ache in his jaw, but after a moment, he smiled. 

“I’ll give you some time to calm down. Hopefully you’ll be a little more reasonable by then.” 

You let out a shuddering breath when he left, feeling a surge of adrenaline and a renewed desire to escape. He was going somewhere to let off some steam and considering his strength and lack of strong opponents, it would take a long time for him to calm down. 

This was the only chance you would have.

Looking around the room, you bit your lip before rushing to grab the chair sitting in the corner of the room. 

You wouldn’t know what to do about the glass. You didn’t know how you were going to get down from the second floor, but you needed to try. 

You wouldn’t just try. You would do it. 

Taking a deep breath, you gripped the chair until your knuckles were white. You weren’t as strong as the hero’s party but you had enough strength to break a glass window. You grit your teeth, lifting the chair before swinging it back. 

“How do you plan to get down?”

You faltered in your steps, chair slipping from your hands in shock and you winced when it slammed into your leg. Your head whipped towards the door and noticed Beater standing in the doorway. He was the tank in the hero’s party and the next desired bachelor after Tasman. You knew he wasn’t particularly fond of you and having been caught put a pit of worry in your belly. 

Would he tell Tasman? What was going to happen to you? You couldn’t imagine how this situation could get any worse, but knowing him you were sure he’d find a way. 

“Are you going to rat on me?” you asked, feeling bitterness begin to clog your senses. Your tongue was stuck to the roof of your mouth and you struggled to choke the biting anger down. 

“I could.” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “He’d be angrier than when he left and it’ll put our party in a tight spot. He’ll want to spend his time with you instead of traveling with us, but he’d be grateful.

Or I could leave. Pretend that I was in the bathroom and you just so happened to make it past me on my way back and escaped without me even realizing you’d left the room.”

You stood, speechless, wondering if that was actually something he was considering letting you do. You wouldn’t have to break the window, you wouldn’t have to worry about glass, you could walk out of here on your own two feet. 

A surge of hope rushed into your body and you couldn’t help but think that maybe you had misjudged Tasman’s party members. That it was just his bad influence rubbing off on the rest of them. 

“Why would you do this for me?”

“Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t for you.” His face twisted in a sneer as he looked you up and down. “With you around, Tasman won’t give the rest of us the time of day. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’ll be glad when you aren’t in the picture.”

Another groupie. 

You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised, but there was no end to the list of people that seemed to worship that man you couldn’t wait to get away from. You were grateful. Beater had his own agenda, but at least it was helping you escape. 

“Thank you.” you said, releasing your grip on the chair as you rushed past him. 

He didn’t spare a glance in your direction, shutting the door behind him as you bolted from the room. 

You didn’t know where you were going. You didn’t know how you were going to get to this unknown place. You only knew that you had to get out of here. Looking around the bustling streets, markets spreading from corner to corner with vendors calling out the prices and luxuriousness of their wares, it wasn’t hard to guess that you were in the capital city. You always had dreams of visiting when you were younger. Dazzled by the idea of leaving your small village and discovering something bigger, grander in store for you. You never did. Tasman asked you to wait and wait you did. You were a foolish child. 

Shaking the bleak thoughts from your mind, you set your sights on someone that seemed to be heading towards the wide, open gates near the cities entrance. After failing the first couple of run-ins, you felt your heart surge in your chest when a man agreed to let you ride in the back of his wagon. He was heading southwest to pick up more goods to bring to the city and would take you as far as he could. 

As you rode on top of the hay, you thanked the Mother, slowly feeling yourself drift off despite the anxious rhythm of your heartbeat. 

It was dark. You didn’t know where you were, but you figured it hadn’t been long since you’d fallen asleep. You knew this you were dreaming, but for some reason you got a strong impression that you were experiencing something undeniably real. 

The sound of children’s laughter drew your attention as the darkness transformed into a simple town. Two of them ran past you as they chased a bouncing yellow ball. The streets weren’t as busy as the capital city’s, but it was alive and bustling with life. You turned as people called your name, dazed at first before you began to smile and wave at those who seemed familiar. 

There was a strong sense that this was home. 

You’d made a place for yourself here. You had friends among the people that recognized you and you could only hope that there was a significant other in the picture, but at the thought, the bouncing yellow ball rolled in your direction, bumping against your leg. You looked around for the children that were chasing it and they were nowhere in sight. In fact, the once bustling city felt like an eerie ghost town. 

You bent down the pick up the ball, gasping as it fell from your hands at the sight of blood splattered on the other side. Your eyes couldn’t help but watch it roll away, into someone else. 

Tasman, you realized. He didn’t move. He stood there watching you and he was crying, covered in blood. 

The air was stale. You felt as if you were choking as smoke charred your lungs. There was an unimaginable heat that began to press its way towards you, but all you could think about was his words echoing in your brain as the city began to burn all around you. 

“Why did you leave me?” he cried. “I didn’t want to, but you forced my hand. You made me do this.”

A hand shook your shoulder and you jolted awake, scratching at your throat with wide eyes before you slowly regained sense of where you were. You felt slightly embarrassed at the sight of the man staring at you as if you had grown three heads. 

“We’re here.” he said in a gruff voice, leaving you to get your bearings and get off of his wagon. 

You thanked the kind stranger, watching as he pulled further into the town before slowly going to follow. You had no money. You couldn’t buy yourself a place to the stay for the night, but that seemed like less of a worry after finally gaining freedom. 

Your stomach growled loudly and you considered that maybe it was a more pressing concern than you were willing to admit, but couldn’t help the hope that radiated off of you in waves at the thought of starting over in a new place. 

Something bumped into your foot and the small smile disappeared from your face as you watched two children run past you to chase after a yellow ball. 

You don’t know why, but the sight of it made you feel dizzy and light headed. You would’ve toppled over if a woman hadn’t gripped your forearm to hold you steady. 

“Are ya alright dear?” she asked, a warm face of concern. You couldn’t speak. Your words were caught in your throat and you were unsure what to say to make this woman think you were anything but a few screws loose. “I run the inn just right there. Why don’t you come in an’ regain your bearin’s?”

You didn’t have much of a choice as she tugged you along, looking back your eyes couldn’t help but land on the backs of the children, running without a care in the world. 

“My name’s Sammie an’ me an’ my husband own this little run down inn.” she said as she placed a hot plate of food in front of you. Your eyes widened, practically drooling at the sight of food. It may have been a little childish to starve yourself to get under Tasman’s skin because you were most certainly feeling the effects of it now. 

“Oh, I can’t pay for this.” you said, a tinge of worry in your voice. You didn’t want to turn away this lady’s kindness, but if she suddenly gave you a bill that you couldn’t afford you were sure to gain her ire. 

“No worries, darlin’! It’s on the house.”

A bit of the anxiety coating your heart lifted as you thanked her, lifting the spoon before devouring what was your plate. 

It was a simple meal in comparison to the things that Tasman offered you. A plate of lightly salted grits, a slice of cheese to the side that you could melt in said grits, bunny sliced apples, and what you figured was a type of meat. What they were lacking in luxury, they insurmountably made up for in warmth and friendliness. Sammie left you to yourself, going to help out other customers and give you a chance to regain your bearings and you were grateful. She wasn’t hounding you for a backstory, not wondering where you came from, and she didn’t ask. Her face was all warm smiles, a nice change from the cold, spiteful stares you received when you’d be allowed to leave the room you were forced to stay in. It happened once a blue moon, but you always felt the pressing urge to return. 

No one wanted to go where they weren’t wanted. 

Shaking the depressing thoughts from your mind, you picked up your plate to bring it to the front. You were sure that Sammie would come around to gather the dirty dishes, but you wanted to thank her. 

You went toward the counter, a smile finally begin to emerge on your face after what seemed like an eternity, when what sounded like an explosion, shook the ground and blew out the windows in the inn. People were screaming and in your heart of hearts there was no denying the unnatural phenomena. 

He had found you. 

“Come out.” his voice called, taking on a dark quality that you were unfamiliar with. Ignoring his words, you set the plate down before going to slowly hide behind the counter. 

“I know you’re here. I’m giving you the chance to do the right thing while I’m still being nice.”

You couldn’t tell where he was, but his voice projected clearly for you to hear. 

He was angry. 

You ducked down, holding your knees to your chest. You looked to your right and froze when you noticed Sammie cowering behind the counter as well. 

These people were in danger because of you. Images of blood flickered in your mind, seeing the innkeeper’s face lifeless as bodies of the villagers piled on top of her. Tasman wouldn’t hesitate to kill them if it meant getting you back. 

Would that really be such a bad thing?

You felt something heavy settle in your head as you weighed the lives of an entire village of people. You reasoned that if anyone was truly at fault, it was Tasman. It would be blood on his hands. 

You didn’t ask him to chase you. You didn’t ask him to kill anyone who got in his way even if they were innocent bystanders. He’d be busy slaughtering the villagers and you could take this chance to run. 

You bit your lip, guilt emerging as you felt tears come to your eyes. 

You weren’t a bad person. 

There was no telling how many of these people would be willing to sacrifice you if it meant they got to live. How many of them would’ve been okay with the king signing the treaty that he did? Surely, they’d understand if they were in your situation themselves. 

“I’m warning you, lover. Come out or you’ll make me do something that I’ll regret.”

They would die. They had to die if you were going to get away. You went to crawl towards the back, trying your best to steel your heart, but froze when you saw a woman holding her child tightly to her chest. The child couldn’t understand why his mother was shaking, holding him as fiercely as she did. He tried to ask her what was wrong, but the woman only shook, holding her baby tighter. 

Slowly getting to your feet, you shook your head. 

You couldn’t. 

These people would die and Tasman would find you anyway. It was foolish to think you could run away from him. 

You took a step towards the door, pausing when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. 

Sammie was looking at you with wide, fearful eyes. “Don’t go out there. You don’t know what he’ll do.”

Your heart swelled at the woman’s kind words and you felt tears prick your eyes at the thought that you were going to let this woman die. She’d showed you charity and you were going to sacrifice her, no better than those who ignored your pain. 

“I’m sorry.” you said. She didn’t understand why you were apologizing, but her grip slackened. You held your breath as you emerged from the small inn. 

Your eyes met his and in the time it took you to blink, he was in front of you. Hands on your shoulder, slamming you into the wall behind you, you struggled to catch your breath as his soft laughter tickled your ears. 

“You really know how to keep a man on his toes, my love.” 

His eyes were crazed, a grin that didn’t match the expression on his face spreading his lips as his grip on your shoulders tightened. 

“Tasman, you’re hurting me.”

“Am I?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. His grip on you didn’t ease. His fingers twitched, threatening to grip you tighter. “Am I really being rough with you? The way you treat me, I’m not sure you understand the difference.”

“Tasman,” you tried to say, but he cut you off. 

“I wasn’t sure how I was going to react when I found you. Would I be angry enough to say something I would regret? Would I want to hurt you as much as you’ve been hurting me? Or would it be better to take my anger out on those who thought they could keep you from me?”

Your breath caught in your throat and you struggled to breathe at the realization that the dream you had was close to becoming a reality. 

He laughed, shocking you from your thoughts as you looked at him to see the anger threaten to unveil itself as he struggled to stay in control. 

“You don’t take me seriously. That much is clear.”

His grip tightened to the point where you winced, but it didn’t last long as he threw you over his shoulder much like the first time the two of you were reunited. 

“Maybe you’ll get these silly notions of leaving me out of your mind once I’m the only one you can rely on.”

“Tasman, please.” you begged, getting the strange feeling that if you didn’t get away now, you were never going to. 

“Whether it’s because you finally decide to behave or I make it so we’re the last two people, the choice is yours.”

#yandere hero #yan!tasman #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x gn reader #gn reader

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Needles & Plastic: Flying Nun Records, 1981-1988   (by Matthew Goody, Third Man Press, 436 pages)

Myself and all of my friends have our Flying Nun stories. The specific era when we  first heard of this iconic New Zealand record label. Mine was in 1987 when a pal of mine, Bob, first began telling me about bands like The Chills (who became my all-time favorite band), The Bats, The Clean, Tall Dwarfs and plenty more. It was a transcendent moment for me about how these bands I had never heard of could make music so rich, stirring and, well, beautiful.

New Zealander Roger Shepherd started the label back in 1981 and in those first 8 years released some truly marvelous records. Matthew Goody, a Canadian editor and music fan, has taken it upon himself to obsessively document those first 8 years of the label and thank god someone did it as it needed to be done. Goody's book is exhaustively researched, doing entries on the first 140 records that the label released complete with hundreds of photos and reprints of posters, ads, even scraps of papers to show how this bunch, Shepherd along with his right hand men like Chris Knox, Doug Hood, Hamish Kilgour (RIP), and several others, created this lovely monster.

In addition to the bands I'd mentioned above you'll also read about others like Look Blue Go Purple, Able Tasmans, Bird Nest Roys and plenty more that flew under my radar like 25 Cents, This Sporting Life, Netherworld Dancing Toys and plenty more.

A wonderful job here done by Goody documenting this label/scene with so much attention to detail (apparently it took him 10 years to complete) and a lavishly produced tome that is essential reading. Wow!

www.thirdmanbooks.com

www.flyingnun.co.nz 

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Shane Rose Takes 4*-S Title, Kiwi Young Riders Triumph at NZL Land Rover Horse of the Year Show

Shane Rose rides Virgil in the CCI4* Show Jumping. Sunday March 10, 2024. Credit: KAMPIC / Sarah Lord

Australia ruled in the Land Rover CCI4*-S this weekend at New Zealand’s Land Rover Horse of the Year show, with the visitors claiming a hattrick in the Oceania Eventing Challenge and Olympian Shane Rose riding off with the individual title.

Finishing behind Shane and Virgil’s 30.8 penalty score, was Oliva Barton (AUS) in second on 33.9, with Andrew Cooper (AUS) and Sharvalley Thunder in third on 38.2. Diane Gilder was the best of the Kiwis in fifth on 47.4.

Australian chef d’equipe Stuart Tinney said there was plenty to love about their Land Rover Horse of the Year Show. “It is a wonderful show,” he said. “The cross country was a great track and it is just what we need to get into this sort of environment. It is so valuable.”

He was excited for the future of their riding coming through. “They all did a great job out there.”

The challenge of the cross country course not being able to be walked in full until just before the class added another layer of learning for all.

“It is a great learning curve and something you only see at big events and all good experience.”

He was confident there was plenty to take away for all from the event, including experiencing travelling with horses and being part of the whole team environment. Having Shane Rose there too was also a real bonus especially as all of those who had made the trip have a desire to represent Australia at World Champs or Olympic Games in the future. “It is a fantastic effort for Shane to win for his journey in preparation for the Olympic Games. I am very proud of our training programme and coaches moving for the future.”

New Zealand chef Jock Paget reiterated his words, saying it has also been a great opportunity for the senior riders to experience the pressure of a team environment at LRHOY which had a real international feeling.

“This is part of the bigger picture for our programme and it is at these types of events that you get the hardest lessons. Now it is up to us as a programme and the riders to look at what we do, find the gaps and close them.”

In the end, Australia finished on 161.3 penalty points for their best three combinations, with New Zealand on 203.

Shane Rose and Virgil en route to a clear cross country. Photo by Libby Law Photography.

Just two combinations – Shane Rose and Olivia Barton (AUS) aboard Hollyander HG – finished on their dressage scores, with five combinations coming home clear in the showjumping including New Zealand’s Madison Seivwright aboard Waitangi Pinterest and individual Donna Edwards-Smith with DSE Mendoza.

On hand to see Shane Rose win was Virgil’s owner and breeder Michelle Hasibar. It was his first-ever win at LRHOY. “This was a massive part of my Paris programme and it was key to get my qualification here.”

He figured LRHOY would be perfect for the 18-year-old horse to get it ticked off and allow them to continue with their programme. “If he goes well, he is normally pretty competitive,” said Shane, who loved that the cross country was so late in coming together due to it sweeping through the whole showgrounds.

He was chuffed to receive the Sir Mark Todd Trophy. “It’s pretty special that Mark has so generously given his 1994 Badminton trophy for this.”

Shane would love to see more competition between Australia and New Zealand including a Trans-Tasman series that could run over a season.

It was New Zealand for the double in the Fiber Fresh CCI3* eventing with the young rider team winning the Oceania Challenge and Kiwi Abbey Thompson aboard Cadbury KSNZ winning the individual.

Riders came back in reverse order with barely a change in the top seven combinations, albeit a shuffle of placings.

Australian Molly Lines and Tadpole posted the first clear of the class for her final tally of 38.2 penalty points, which was quickly bettered by Abbey added nothing to her 36.9 score. Last to go was overnight leader and New Zealand Oceania team member Bridie Quigley aboard Oranoa Greyson who were dreadfully unlucky to take the last and finish on a score of 37.4 for second placed behind Abbey with Molly in third.

The New Zealand Junior Team takes the Oceania Championship for the Fiber Fresh CCI3*-S. 2024 NZL-Land Rover Horse of the Year. Tomoana Showgrounds, Hawkes Bay. Sunday 10 March. Copyright Photo: Libby Law Photography

Bridie’s calm riding saw the New Zealanders hold on to the Oceania 124.7 penalty points to the Australian’s 130.2.

New Zealand chef d’equipe Lizzie Green was very proud of her crew. “They are such a great bunch and a very tight knit group,” she said. “It is very important to have that unity in a team. They are all very good riders and exciting for the future.”

She again underlined the importance of team competitions for the future of both New Zealand and Australia.

Individual winner Abbey, who heads to the UK after competing at the Adelaide next month, was rapt. “He tried his heart out,” she said. “He was a bit tired after yesterday as I don’t usually go that fast on the cross country but I decided I needed to get into that rhythm.”

It’s eight-year-old Cadbury’s first LRHOY and Abbey says he coped well with the atmosphere and pressure. “He is so sweet and easy to have around and is a very genuine horse.”

She was doubly happy for the win, given she’s been second more times than she cares to count at New Zealand’s bigger competitions.

“I certainly didn’t think I would be winning at the beginning of the week.”

She and Cadbury head to the UK on a one-way ticket and will base with Harry Mead in Wiltshire.

For full results, head to www.evoevents.co.nz.

#Eventing

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Working in New Zealand as An Australian

Working across the Tasman Sea in New Zealand offers Australians exciting opportunities, but it comes with specific considerations. From visa requirements to taxation, employment rights, and healthcare access, understanding these key aspects is vital for a successful and seamless transition to the Kiwi workforce. Explore this guide to working in New Zealand as an Australian

Visa Requirements

Australians have the advantage of being able to enter New Zealand and work without the need for a separate work visa, thanks to the Trans-Tasman Travel Arrangement. This agreement allows for easy movement between the two countries, making it relatively straightforward for Australians to seek employment in New Zealand. However, it’s essential to be aware of certain requirements. You must meet New Zealand’s health and character requirements, which include being in good health and having no criminal convictions. It’s advisable to carry your Australian passport as proof of citizenship while in New Zealand to facilitate a hassle-free entry and employment process.

Additionally, it’s crucial to stay informed about any changes in immigration policies or regulations, as these can evolve over time. While the Trans-Tasman Travel Arrangement generally provides a smooth transition, it’s wise to check the government’s official immigration website when you are moving from Australia to New Zealand or consult with a migration expert for the most up-to-date information before making your move.

Taxation

When working in New Zealand as an Australian, understanding the tax system is vital. New Zealand has its own tax laws and regulations, which can differ from those in Australia. Aussies working in New Zealand may be subject to income tax on their earnings. However, there’s a Taxation Agreement in place between the two countries to prevent double taxation. This means that you may receive a tax credit in Australia for the tax you pay in New Zealand, helping to avoid overtaxation on your income. To ensure compliance and understand your tax obligations fully, consider consulting a tax advisor or contacting the tax authorities in both countries to clarify any questions you may have regarding your tax liability.

It’s essential to keep accurate records of your income and expenses while working in New Zealand to facilitate the tax filing process. Understanding the tax laws will enable you to manage your finances effectively and ensure that you meet all your tax obligations in both Australia and New Zealand while working across the Tasman Sea.

Employment Rights

Understanding your employment rights when working in New Zealand is crucial to ensure fair and legal treatment in the workplace. New Zealand has robust labour laws and regulations in place to protect employees. Key aspects to consider include minimum wage, working hours, and workplace conditions. The minimum wage is regularly reviewed and adjusted to align with the cost of living, so it’s essential to stay updated on the current rate. New Zealand generally follows a 40-hour workweek, but this can vary depending on your industry and employer. Be sure to review your employment contract for specific terms and conditions.

In the event of employment disputes or issues, the Employment Relations Authority (ERA) is the governing body that oversees disputes and ensures fair resolution. It’s advisable to familiarise yourself with the ERA’s functions and processes, as they play a vital role in safeguarding your rights as an employee in New Zealand. Additionally, joining a relevant trade union or professional association can provide you with valuable support and resources related to your industry and employment rights.

Read the full article to know more about Working in New Zealand as An Australian

#movingfromaustraliantonewzealand #movingCompaniesAustraliatoNZ #movingtonewzealandfromaustralia #Overseaspackersandshippers

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SailGP veteran Nathan Outteridge will step behind the wheel of New Zealand’s F50 ‘Amokura’ this weekend in Sydney, with driver and co-CEO Peter Burling at home for the birth of his first child.

Outteridge, who previously steered Japan to two season finals, is no stranger to SailGP or the New Zealand team, racing with many of the Kiwi crew as part of their America’s Cup defence. Burling will return to driving duties ahead of the ITM New Zealand Sail Grand Prix, next month in Christchurch (23-24 March).

Speaking about his absence, Burling said: “While I’d love to be racing - staying home for such an important milestone for me and my family is an obvious decision. We’ll be supporting the team from across the Tasman this weekend, and can’t wait to get back out there in front of our fans, friends, and family next month in Christchurch.”

“We’re incredibly fortunate to have someone of Nathan’s calibre able to join us - he’s one of the best, and we know he’ll slot right in,” Burling said.

#HOW many SailGP babies is this now? #SailGP #peter burling #news #link

[theycallmespidersquid]

Today was historic, but in the worst way possible. Today was the first time in recorded history that Victoria, Australia has reached a catastrophic fire. The Grampians are on fire. It is too late for our friends and family to leave areas in the Wimmera such as Belfield and Roses Gap, and we can not go and get them. We have to live with knowing that they are submerged in blazes across Vic.

For those that can leave, there has been little to no time to evacuate, and belongings have been left behind in the rush towards safe areas. The wind, partnered with the lightning storms and the heat has started fires that burn too hot to be stopped. Right now, even though I am on the coast, I can feel the wind shaking the house. It keeps changing direction, too. None of us can tell which way it will settle on, or whether something that has never been able to reach this far south before will be able to this time.

Each year it gets hotter and hotter, and it comes closer and closer.

On the way home from school, there was a giant cloud of dirt previously buried under plants floating across farms. The last time it was dry enough and the wind was strong enough to do so was over five years ago.

I’m afraid that in the coming days, I will wake up, go outside, and see smoke from the worst bushfires predicted since Black Saturday drifting over the horizon towards the Tasman sea. I’m scared that this time the south climate won’t be able to hold it back until autumn and winter.

Today there were four non-building fire incidents in our area. Yesterday there were three. There hasn’t even been one in previous years.

#bushfires #Grampians #Victorian bushfires