#i actually really like riding a bike its really relaxing

[heartsoji]

MISINTERPRET

akaashi keiji x reader

summary: akaashi is kind. he's kind to you, but he's also kind to everyone. you need to make sure you don't misinterpret his kindness.

a/n: akaashi getting a quad bc he's abt to hang out with bokuto is so funny to me

you'd always considered yourself an observant person.

you were good at watching people. you picked up on their habits, tendencies, movement style, and hidden traits. you picked up on how they responded to certain comments and the best way to be friends with them. you were on the quieter side, but you were well respected for being eternally considerate and kind.

also due to this nature, you were a very good judge of character. you found that the kindest and most interesting people were typically either very loud or very quiet, occasionally coming in the middle, though that wasn't often.

for example, take bokuto koutaro, the star pin on the team you co-managed. he was one of the loudest, bubbliest, people you had ever met, and also one of the kindest. he had a way of lighting up the room, and the way he cared for everyone you met was always heartwarming to see.

on the other hand, take someone like akaashi keiji, the setter on the same team. he was much like you. quiet, observant, yet one of the kindest, most tender-hearted people you'd ever met. he was a true gentlemen and was always considerate of other people's feelings and their boundaries. he was also in a few of your classes, and he was always so kind and warm. if you were being honest, you'd developed a small crush on him due to that.

you and akaashi were friends. being similar in nature, you two were quite compatible and got along well. you'd often study in the library together, and you took that as a chance to sneak glances at his stupidly handsome face every so often. however, his face wasn't the only part of him you loved. (though it was certainly an added bonus) there was something about him, aside from his kindness and good nature, that made you feel warm. welcomed. seen. you hadn't ever felt that way about anyone before, and you just knew that he was special.

"hey, l/n-san, uh, so for this part, do you think that the main idea of the passage is- l/n-san? l/n-san? are you alright? l/n-san?"

you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder bringing you out of your trance.

"sorry. yes?"

"ah, i was just asking a question about this part."

"oh, i see. so, in my opinion, i think that.."

as you talked, it might've been your imagination, but you felt like he was gazing at you. however, if you glanced away to see if he was, you'd lose your train of thought, so you continued on, your cheeks becoming slightly rosy as you did so.

after you two finished studying, he cleared his throat.

"uhm, l/n-san, would you like to stop by the cafe on the way to the train station with me?"

your eyes widened before a happy smile spread across your face.

"i'd love to!"

you walked with him to the cafe, making lovely conversation along the way. akaashi was kind, patient, and a good listener, too. talking with him was like riding a bike for the first time in a while. you're a bit nervous before you start, but once you do, its easy, relaxing, and fun.

"the leaves are beginning to turn orange." you commented.

"indeed. it's quite beautiful." he replied, a gentle smile on his handsome features.

"right? it's so pretty! it's a shame they'll fall soon." you said, an excited look on your face present before slightly saddening at the thought of bare trees.

he chuckled. "is fall your favorite season?" he asked.

"hmm.. maybe! i like how pretty the leaves are, but i'm not fond of how chilly it can get." you replied. "it's actually pretty cold right now. i probably should've worn a thicker coat or a scarf."

"oh, are you cold?" he asked before quickly removing his scarf. "here, take my scarf."

you felt your cheeks warming up. "no, no, akaashi-san, keep it! i'm really fine." you protested. he really was kind. he immediately tried to offer what was keeping him comfortable to you in order to ensure your own comfort. that selfless nature of his might be one of the sweetest parts of him - the ability to love and care for others, even when at the expense of himself.

"please, l/n-san, i insist. it wouldn't be good if you caught a cold. i'd be worried." your eyes widened slightly. he'd be worried? however, almost immediately after saying that, he gave a small cough. "i mean, the team and i, of course."

of course. he was just being kind. your feelings for him were beginning to make you misinterpret his simple kindness.

you accepted the scarf. "thank you, akaashi-san. i really appreciate it."

he let out a sigh of relief as he handed you the scarf. "of course. also.. you, uhm, don't need to be so formal with me." he started slowly. "i'd... be much.. uh, happier, if you just called me akaashi. we're on the same team, after all. you're the only one who still uses an honorific with my name."

you smiled. "of course, akaashi. that goes for you, too. just l/n is fine."

he returned your smile. "got it. thank you, l/n."

your heart skipped a beat when his voice spoke just your name. akaashi was making you fall harder for him by the minute, but you felt a bit sad knowing that your chances of being with him or him at least slightly reciprocating your feelings were slim to none. after all, akaashi was an extraordinarily skilled athlete whose personality, height, and overall good looks attracted many girls, even ones from different schools. akaashi's a very kind person. don't misinterpret it.

when you arrived at the cafe, akaashi had you order first. you ordered your usual basic latte, but he ordered a quad, something you'd never tried before.

when your drinks came, you noticed that his had a nicer aroma than you were expecting. he noticed you staring at him as he took his first sip and commented on it. "is something the matter?"

"no, no. i was just wondering what four whole shots of espresso could possibly taste like. i've never heard of anyone with that drink order before. and also, why four shots?! isn't that like, a ton of caffeine? you're not gonna be able to sleep tonight!"

he chuckled. "i need the energy. i promised bokuto-san i would set him some balls today, since it's a friday, and i have a feeling that we'll be going for a while. as for the taste, i quite like it, though it's definitely an acquired taste. bokuto-san tried it once, and he spat it at the wall." he said, chuckling at the memory. "i really enjoy the bitterness of the espresso. i think that out of the five flavors, i think that bitterness very well may be the most underrated one. well, it's in my top two, anyways. additionally, espresso contains immune-boosting antioxidants and-" he then stopped himself short, seeming a bit embarrassed all of a sudden. "ah.. i'm sorry for rambling. uh.. would you like a sip?" he offered.

you smiled. "yes, please! i think it sounds very interesting."

you took the cup from his outstretched hand and took a careful sip. you then began trying to register the flavor. however, while you were doing so, although your face remained stoic, you were internally freaking out. you just shared an indirect kiss with your crush, and he had offered it to you without a second thought. you just shared an indirect kiss with the akaashi keiji. you just shared an indirect kiss with him, and you were trying your best not to start smiling and blushing at it.

stop. don't misinterpret it. don't misinterpret his charity, his kindness. you had asked what his drink tasted like and he was explaining it to you before doing the kind thing to do, offer you a taste. he probably wasn't aware of the fact that you two shared an indirect kiss anyway, and it was only you who was thinking about it-

you stopped that thought at the sight of akaashi. at the sight of akaashi clearly trying to avoid staring at the mouth hole of his cup, but failing miserably, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks, and his lips slightly upturned. at the sight of akaashi keiji, nervously trying to ask what you thought of it, clearly still flustered, and still staring at the mouth hole of his cup.

suddenly feeling a bit confident from his reaction, you licked your lips while holding eye contact. "it was good." you said. "it tasted a little like you, too."

you watched as his cheeks turned from rosy to red, averting his eyes nervously while stealing glances at the cup where you two shared your indirect kiss.

huh. you thought to yourself. maybe, just maybe, you weren't misinterpreting, after all.

#akaashi x reader #akaashi haikyuu #akaashi fluff #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi imagine #akaashi drabble #akaashi keiji fluff #hq akaashi

[nyxomniax]

jason todd headcanons

⊱ ── {.⋅ general sfw headcanons ⋅.} ── ⊰ these headcanons are more appropriate for an AU or softer overall interpretation, ala wayne family adventures or similar. they are out of place for storylines like new 52 or rebirth. this is a repost from my old account, @andaworldoftroubles, since i'm migrating accounts and i want to consolidate my stuff.

before his death, jason needed glasses to read. afterwards, he doesn’t, but wears them out of habit anyway, and because he thinks it’s a nice fashion choice.

a lot of people assume his handwriting is like chicken scratch, but he actually has extremely neat and pretty handwriting. he doesn’t write in cursive, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to - he actually is very good at amateur calligraphy.

his favourite thing to do before bed is read. it is his go-to method of relaxing. he has a very fancy reading light he rigged together himself by his bedside table; it is long and flexible and can basically swivel in any direction so he can read while sitting up, laying down, on his side, whatever it takes to get comfortable.

despite his rough and tough bravado, jason is quite pensive and gentle when he is alone. he loves animals and nature, and one of his hobbies is gardening. when he stays at the wayne manor, he is always sure to set up the bird feeders and tend to the gardens. he does this in the dead of night, though, because he loathes it when people watch or ask him about it. 

speaking of animals, jason loves them and they love him. he’s a natural magnet to dogs, cats, birds, all sort of animals, wild or pets. even selina’s most bratty, spoiled cat who hates being touched or looked at becomes a purring lap cat when he’s around.

he doesn’t like to talk about his hobbies, which is why he does everything alone. he doesn’t want the small talk, doesn’t want to constantly go through the pattern of surprise, confusion, then pestering questions and sometimes (well meaning, but still annoying) condescension that comes with it (“who knew you had such a sensitive side?” “i knew the tough attitude was just a mask” “who are you and what have you done to jason?”)

the only hobbies he really does around other people is training or tending to his bike - because they are also necessities, so no one asks stupid questions or makes aggravating comments

in fact, tending to his bike is the only hobby he’s really happy to partake in with others. its a passion he shares with dick and duke in particular since they’re the only ones who actively ride their bikes, and it has become one of his favourite ways to bond with them. bruce sometimes joins in, but not very often anymore. 

jason is a very good cook, and he’s the only one alfred allows in the kitchen, everyone knows this. he mostly only ever cooks for himself - occasionally he will make breakfast for both him and alfred - but once in a blue moon, if he’s in a particularly good mood, he might make breakfast for the whole family. everyone knows not to make a big deal out of it though, because jason hates the attention - the first time it happened, they all made such a fuss he got frustrated with the praise and finished his breakfast in his room. he didn’t cook for them again for almost another year.

in a similar vain - he struggles with praise. immensely. it feels awkward and unnatural, no matter how genuine it is. everyone in the family knows this, so they all have adapted to praise him in their own ways - an approving nod from bruce, a pat on the back from dick, a simple “good job” from barbara. the only exception to the rule is alfred; jason is bashful when he praises him, but he’s the only one jason says “thank you” to when he gives a compliment.

jason is closest in the family to dick, tim, duke, cass, and alfred. aside from cass and alfred, most people would not be blamed if they thought jason actually hated dick, tim, and duke. his relationship consists of dry sarcasm and banter, but that’s just jason’s way. they know how he works and they roll with the punches and throw some back in return.

jason and dick butt heads constantly, but they love each other dearly. their arguments get loud and heated though, and out of all the siblings, they argue the most. jason thinks dick is too soft, dick thinks jason is too rash. but none of the siblings quite understand each other the way jason and dick understand each other.

duke and jason rarely talk or hang out, but they also almost never argue, and duke respects jason as jason, not as red hood or a former robin. jason appreciates that duke treats him like anyone else - he doesn’t sugarcoat things, treat him like he’s fragile, or dismiss him because he’s jason.

most people in particular don’t realise how much jason trusts tim - they originally hated each other and didn’t get along at all. it took a lot of maturity and time for them to reconcile, but they did, and they are closer than ever.

jason isn’t one to ask for help or advice, but when he needs something, the first person he will go to is dick. the second person he will go to is cass. 

he goes to dick, because the two of them are the oldest, and the closest, and while they aren’t ones to announce it, they are each other’s best friends. dick understands jason implicitly and knows the best advice that suits his frame of thinking and how he works. and while they argue and banter constantly, dick actually knows jason enough to know to never pick a fight when his brother is willingly coming to him for help.

he goes to cass, because while they don’t spend a lot of time together, cass understands jason in a way that a lot of other people can't. they do not banter or tease, because cass is always honest with jason and can see through his facade. cass knows exactly what jason needs, what jason wants, how jason works. she knows exactly what should and should not be said to him. she knows his triggers inside and out and knows exactly how to read his expressions and body language. she is the first to know if something is wrong.

plus, jason appreciates the quiet relationship he has with cass; it’s comfortable. they can sit together in complete silence, just reading their own separate books. and jason knows that no matter what he says to her, if he asks for her silence - he gets it, and she will never tell another soul his secrets.

jason never goes to bruce for advice or help. their relationship is complicated. they love each other and will do anything for each other, but this is one cut that never seems to scab over, no matter how hard they both try.

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd headcanon #batfamily #batfamily headcanons #dc headcanon #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd headcanons #dc comics #nyxwrites #nyxwrites dc #headcanons

[daughterofthereaper02]

You Have Five Seconds

Summary: Your father finds you and Rooster in a... compromising position and he is not happy

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F! Mitchell! Reader

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x Daughter! Reader

Not proof read

Warnings: Mentions of sex I guess but not really, slightly compromising position

   You laughed quietly as Rooster pushed you down on the backseat of his car, tilting your head back as he trailed kisses along your neck, slowly undoing the buttons of your shirt. “Bradley, don’t tease” You mumbled but ran a hand through his hair. You smiled at him as he looked up at you through his lashes, “Patience baby girl” he grinned, leaving more kisses and a few hickeys along your chest and stomach.

   Your head snapped up as you heard the rumble of a bike, many people came here for make-outs and other things though. “Rooster, did you hear that?” you whispered and he nodded, picking his head up. The color drained from his face “It’s your dad” He said, looking directly into the eyes of Maverick as he looked into the window, seeing your position. You couldn’t figure out whether you were flushing in embarrassment or feeling the blood drain as you realized you were caught. You locked the doors quickly “You have five seconds Roo, get this started and get us out of here” you said, and he could only nodded, rushing to go. Your father was following quickly though.

   You were buttoning up your shirt “If were in a public place he’s less likely to kill you?” You offered weakly but all Rooster did was clench the wheel tighter, “I am so dead, y/n!” He told you and you both got to the Hard Deck and saw Maverick waiting “How-” you start then sigh “Never-mind, its Dad, might as well face the music” you told him. He got out and ran over, opening your door in pure gentleman fashion and helped you down. You held his hand as you walked over to your father, meeting his eyes. You both had a silent conversation just from the look. “I know you’ll treat her right Bradley, just don’t hurt her or you’ll go somewhere you truly hate” Maverick warned him, and Bradley nodded, “Welcome to the family officially” He told Bradley with a smile, your boyfriend visibly relaxed. “You wanna go in?” He asked and Bradley let you stay with Maverick for a minute. You hugged him close, “Thanks dad” you whispered and just enjoyed being in your fathers arms for a minute. “Just use protection kiddo. And don’t run again, actually talk it out with me” He laughed, seeing your face burn red, “You looked ready to murder us both, the ride was going to give you enough time to think clearly” You laughed. You both went in and you went to Rooster, kissing his cheek. “Damn!” You heard Payback say and Hangman yelling how unfair this was as Phoenix collected cash from them. You rolled your eyes and went to the piano with Rooster, looking at him with love.

#rooster top gun #Top Gun #top gun: maverick #pete 'maverick' mitchell #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagines #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #maverick x daughter!reader #pete mitchell x daughter! reader #pete 'maverick' mitchell x daughter!reader

[andaworldoftroubles]

jason todd headcanons

⊱ ── {.⋅ general sfw headcanons ⋅.} ── ⊰ these headcanons are more appropriate for an AU or softer overall interpretation, ala wayne family adventures or similar. they are out of place for storylines like new 52 or rebirth.

before his death, jason needed glasses to read. afterwards, he doesn’t, but wears them out of habit anyway and because he thinks it’s a nice fashion choice

a lot of people assume his handwriting is like chicken scratch, but he actually has extremely neat and pretty handwriting. he doesn’t write in cursive, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to - he actually is very good at amateur calligraphy

his favourite thing to do before bed is to read. it is his go to method of relaxing. he has a very fancy reading light he rigged together himself by his bedside table; it is long and flexible and can basically swivel in any direction so he can read while sitting up, laying down, on his side, whatever it takes to get comfortable

despite his rough and tough bravado, jason is quite pensive and gentle when he is alone. he loves animals and nature, and one of his hobbies is gardening. when he stays at the wayne manor, he is always sure to set up the bird feeders and tend to the gardens. he does this in the dead of night, though, because he loathes it when people watch or ask him about it. 

speaking of animals, jason loves them and they love him. he’s a natural magnet to dogs, cats, birds, all sort of animals, wild or pets. even selina’s most bratty, spoiled cat who hates being touched or looked at becomes a purring lap cat when he’s around.

he doesn’t like to talk about his hobbies, which is why he does everything alone. he doesn’t want the small talk, doesn’t want to constantly go through the pattern of surprise, confusion, then pestering questions and sometimes (well meaning, but still annoying) condescension that comes with it (“who knew you had such a sensitive side?” “i knew the tough attitude was just a mask” “who are you and what have you done to jason?”)

the only hobbies he really does around other people is training or tending to his bike - because they are also necessities, so no one asks stupid questions or makes aggravating comments

in fact, tending to his bike is the only hobby he’s really happy to partake in with others. its a passion he shares with dick and duke in particular since they’re the only ones who actively ride their bikes, and it has become one of his favourite ways to bond with them. bruce sometimes joins in, but not often. 

jason is a very good cook, and he’s the only one alfred allows in the kitchen, everyone knows this. he mostly only ever cooks for himself - occasionally he will make breakfast for both him and alfred - but once in a blue moon, if he’s in a particularly good mood, he might make breakfast for the whole family. everyone knows not to make a big deal out of it though, because jason hates the attention - the first time it happened, they all made such a fuss he got frustrated with the praise and finished his breakfast in his room. he didn’t cook for them again for almost another year.

in a similar vain - he struggles with praise. immensely. it feels awkward and unnatural, no matter how genuine it is. everyone in the family knows this, so they all have adapted to praise him in their own ways - an approving nod from bruce, a pat on the back from dick, a simple “good job” from barbara. the only exception to the rule is alfred; jason is bashful when he praises him, but he’s the only one jason says “thank you” to when he gives a compliment.

jason is closest in the family to dick, tim, duke, cass, and alfred. aside from cass and alfred, most people would not be blamed if they thought jason actually hated dick, tim, and duke. his relationship consists of dry sarcasm and banter, but that’s just jason’s way. they know how he works and they roll with the punches and throw some back in return.

jason and dick butt heads constantly, but they love each other dearly. their arguments get loud and heated though, and out of all the siblings, they argue the most. jason thinks dick is too soft, dick thinks jason is too rash. but none of the siblings quite understand each other the way jason and dick understand each other.

duke and jason rarely talk or hang out, but they also almost never argue, and duke respects jason as jason, not as red hood or the former robin. jason appreciates that duke treats him like anyone else - he doesn’t sugarcoat things, treat him like he’s fragile, or dismiss him because he’s jason.

most people in particular don’t realise how much jason trusts tim - they originally hated each other and didn’t get along at all. it took a lot of maturity and time for them to reconcile, but they did, and they are closer than ever.

jason isn’t one to ask for help or advice, but when he needs something, the first person he will go to is dick. the second person he will go to is cass. 

he goes to dick, because the two of them are the oldest, and the closest, and while they aren’t ones to announce it, they are each other’s best friends. dick understands jason implicitly and knows the best advice that suits his frame of thinking and how he works. and while they argue and banter constantly, dick actually knows jason enough to know to never pick a fight when his brother is willingly coming to him for help.

he goes to cass, because while they don’t spend a lot of time together, cass understands jason in a way that a lot of other people can't. they do not banter or tease, because cass is always honest with jason and can see through his facade. cass knows exactly what jason needs, what jason wants, how jason works. she knows exactly what should and should not be said to him. she knows his triggers inside and out and knows exactly how to read his expressions and body language. she is the first to know if something is wrong. plus, jason appreciates the quiet relationship they have; it’s comfortable. they can sit together in complete silence, just reading their own separate books. and jason knows that no matter what he says to her, if he asks for her silence - he gets it, and she will never tell another soul his secrets.

jason never goes to bruce for advice or help. their relationship is complicated. they love each other and will do anything for each other, but this is one cut that never seems to scab over, no matter how hard they both try.

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd headcanon #batfamily #batfamily headcanons #dc headcanon #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd headcanons #dc comics

[izzystradlinswife]

dont feel pressured but im so soft rn i need to get this off my chest

tracii guns is the type of bf to take you on motorcycle rides 24/7. He loves his bike sm and he loves spending time with you, so its kind of a given. he especially loves it if you're nervous/a first time rider bc it gives him an excuse to "teach" you how to ride ☹☹☹

(anyways)

First off It's definitely an innocence thing, like he wants to spend the time teaching you "things" I won't go into detail, cause you said soft 😚

storing that away for a fic later on

But at any chance he gets, he says something like, "Babe want to go out?" Why wouldn't you want to go out? That's simple enough. When you go to reach for the car door, he's revving the engine of his motorcycle. Mental face palm, it's not like you don't want to ride with him, and it's not like you don't trust him. You do, you really do, but you can't help the nervousness that bubbles up every time from just seeing him on it. The thought of actually being on his motorcycle didn't make you feel any better.

Tracii notices your hesitance, leaving his bike behind as he walks over to you slinging both arms around your waist then resting his head between the nook of your neck. "Baby it'll be fine, I promise" he planted a quick but sweet kiss on the column of your throat. You sighed as you glanced at the bike "I'll teach you, I'll make sure you're safe and if everything goes as planned I'll teach you some other things later" you felt his smirk against your skin leaving a much hotter kiss on your neck.

"Tracii," You dramatically gasped "What kind of girl do you think I am?" Tracii breathed out a laugh as he held your figure closer. "One that'll accept my bargain and trust me" you rolled your eyes at his words, almost forgetting what you were talking about. "Fine, you better be careful" Tracii eagerly grabbed your hand and led you to his bike, he swung his leg over so both of his thighs rested on either side of the bike.

He reached his hand out for you, you shook your head with a laugh as you repeated his motion with ease. "I think I can do that part by myself" Your confidence slowly rose, it couldn't be that bad from here. Tracii turned the bike back on causing a small jump from you. Without looking back he took both of your arms and put them around his waist. "Don't let go, okay?" He said speaking over the engine, you shook your head showing you wouldn't.

You propped up your legs where Tracii pointed to, your nerves getting the best of you once again as you fidgeted with the zipper of his jacket. His hand rested on your knee as his thumb rubbed back and forth while he spoke. "You know I would never do something that I knew would hurt you and if you hold on and don't let go it'll be fun, just breathe baby" although you couldn't see his face you knew he smiled at the end, he took pride in the way you wouldn't trust anyone else to keep you safe.

"We'll start slow. Work our way up." You nodded as you leaned your head into his shoulder as the bike started moving. You held on impossibly tighter, squeezing your eyes shut as he turned the corner away from the house. "I swear to god, Tracii, if this thing kills me, I'm never forgiving you." You heard his laugh echo as you slowly opened your eyes, your hair blew back in the wind as you looked at the sky, squinting from the sharp wind blowing in your eyes.

The sun was slowly setting the purples faded into dusty oranges and then into subtle pink hues. You loosened your grip, not enough for you to fall off, but so your arms weren't straining so much, you rolled up to a stop light. "How ya doin baby?" He looked to the side so he could hear better. "I guess it's not so bad." You sighed, "I told you. It's relaxing, isn't it?" Tracii tapped your arm, bringing your attention to him. "I don't know if I would say that, but it's nice. The sunset is pretty.

"Why do you think I took you this way instead of through the strip?" The light turned from red to green as he finished his sentence. He quickly gained speed again until he reached the limit. You thought about his words earlier on how he would never do something if he knew it would hurt you. You smiled at his gesture and how much he did for you. You don't think you could've picked a better person if you tried.

#tracii guns #tracii guns x reader #tracii guns blurb #tracii guns fluff #la guns #la guns x reader #la guns blurb #la guns imagine #tracii guns imagine #80s #jude's delusional

[an-idiot-in-fandoms]

The Delirious Landfill [Jason Todd x Reader - Part 1?]

It had been a long day.

Well, Jason Todd seemed to think that every time he got off patrol; it was always a long goddamn day (or more accurately night); he stopped his usual rounds of cleaning up Gotham at around five in the morning, at a time where really nobody was around. So, he occasionally would take a ride around the silent city, and admire it in all its tranquility — believe it or not, the cruel mistress herself was actually quite pleasant to be in when everyone was inside their houses.

Today was one of those moments. Jason knew Gotham inside out, so he knew where the peaceful spots were, but tonight he wanted to try something new, though the move was half a ploy to make sure he wouldn’t run into Bruce. Contrary to popular belief, there was one place that was supposedly surprisingly empty and calm, according to Dick at least. Jason had never been there himself, which was weird, considering he’d been raised in this hellscape, but he trusted Dick’s word, to a certain extent. Thus, he arrived at the discussed location, raising an eyebrow beneath his helmet at the sight before him.

It was the local scrap heap on the west side of the city.

There were many alike it; since some rich and middle class people took pity on the poorer rats, they would throw their old or broken furniture, vehicles or devices in one of these cordoned off sections. These items were then recycled by the desperate families at the bottom of the social ladder, which is why they were so common in the working class areas of Gotham. Jason could vaguely recall that there had been one near his parents’ home, but he’d never visited it often.

Parking his motorcycle, he walked warily towards the gate, and to his suspicion, he found it already open, lock and all. The scrap heaps were always closed by eleven at night, and were only open at seven. Subconsciously, his hand rested on his holster — someone was already in here. A homeless person? A thief?

He was about to find out.

It looked like his morning wasn’t going to be as relaxing as he’d wanted.

Jason strode inside, leather jacket fluttering slightly in the wind, before glancing around the mass of upturned objects. There were cars, sofas, lamps, bikes; no shortage of places to hide. Perhaps that was why the mystery aggravator had broken in, to conceal themselves in the shadows.

He couldn’t help but let out a mechanised sigh, the noise leaving his modulator as a vaguely exasperated crackle.

At the noise, another emerged, what sounded like the shifting of planks.

Jason’s head immediately turned in the direction of the sound, and strode towards it, preparing for a quick knock out. Yet as he reached the source, he stopped in his tracks, out of pure astonishment.

There, laying nonchalantly on a pile of wooden, thin, discarded floorboards, was you, a perfectly average looking citizen, seemingly half asleep.

Apart from the fact that — you know — you were casually lying in trash.

Jason had no words to describe how stunned he felt, seeing this random civilian voluntarily practically sleeping in garbage. You were sleeping, right? He took a cautious step towards you, wondering if you’d ever been awake at all to draw his attention.

His spirit almost left his body for the second damn time when your eyes opened and you looked right at him. He stumbled back slightly from the shock, staring right back, half expecting your body to move in an uncanny manner like a ghoul.

“Hello,” you instead spoke amiably, with a sleep-ridden tone that was almost adorable. “Can I help you?”

“I—” Jason choked, his sentences struggling to connect coherently. “Why are you in here? The scrap heaps' closed.”

You raised an eyebrow, completely unconcerned. “Are you gonna arrest me? Are you gonna give me a ticket? So what are you gonna do?”

On god, either you were high or really stupid. No normie had been so unconcerned about dealing with the Red Hood. Didn’t he invoke fear into everybody?

Clearly not you. But fuck, you were weird!

When you saw him floundering, you let out a small laugh, and then held up a lanyard that he hadn’t seen from around your neck. “I’m a keeper,” you explained patiently. “I’m on night watch. I must’ve forgotten to close the door behind me, my bad.”

“... oh,” instantly, Jason felt stupid. Then he collected himself, and gave you a begrudging nod, “Carry on then.”

“Hold on,” you called after him, before he could leave; he peered over his shoulder questioningly, to see what you wanted, and you patted the space next to you, on the planks. “Come sit.”

Jason blanked. “That looks really uncomfortable,” he deadpanned.

“It’s not that bad,” you reasoned.

“You do realise who you’re talking to, right?”

“Yeah. Bucket Man.”

He could feel his ears turning red with indignation. “I’m not Bucket Man. I’m Red Hood.”

“Where’s your hood then?”

“The fuck — why are you asking me this?”

“Because your name doesn’t make any sense. You wear a bucket, so therefore, you are Bucket Man.”

Jason grumbled, giving you a hard glare from behind his mask; you returned it with an infuriatingly friendly smile, and patted the space again, once more inviting him over. He contemplated it, before shaking his head — whatever the hell — and stalking over to the pile, before sliding onto the planks next to you. God, this felt weird, he didn’t even know who you were.

“Look up,” your voice was soft, almost not there anymore.

However, Jason did what you said out of curiosity, and then promptly forgot his previous line of thought.

Above, the sky was a beautiful, melting mixture of the fading night sky, while the sun’s rays lay its hands on its shoulder, extinguishing the stars one by one, in a slow but steady manner. The colours were blended together in a messy yet intoxicating blur of light pink and dark, dark blue, meeting each other half way to create a stunning shade of purple, that seemed to possess the grace of life itself. Some clouds dabbled along the blurred line, like little accidental splodges of white on a Van Gogh painting.

“The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, and heavily in clouds brings on the day,” you whispered to nobody.

And for the first time in a long few years, Jason felt at peace with himself and the universe at large, lying with an odd stranger below the great change, among scattered shattered commodities.

a/n: part 2??

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Chapter 16 : Party

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Raven fidgeted as she checked her phone, her heart thudding in her chest. Okay, Jason had another ten minutes before the party started, he wasn’t late. Not yet. She just needed to calm down and-

Her thoughts were cut short as the sound of a motorcycle roared up behind her. Swallowing what fear she had, Raven turned around and watched the sight of a black and red Ducati motorcycle approach, its rider wearing a finely pressed suit and a helmet. A second passed in silent shock and then Raven relaxed, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. A smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth and she shook her head. Of course Jason would ride a motorcycle, and a Ducati at that.

He found a place to park, his hair practically perfect as he removed his helmet and left it on the bike seat. Raven blushed and looked away, trying not to embarrass herself as he offered that teasing, lop-sided smile to her while dusting off his suit jacket as he practically sauntered up to her. How in the world did he manage to have perfect hair even after he rode through town on a bike like that?

“You look little lost, Little Bird... I’m not late am I?”

She blushed at the nickname and pushed at her hair, not quite sure if she should meet his piercing stare. “Er... no, You’re a little early actually.”

“Good. I was worried that I might have been late.” He reached out and curled his fingertips under her chin, raising her eyes to meet his own. “And I certainly didn’t want to be late for a date with you. That would be a damn sin.”

His voice was pitched low enough to melt her entire being, and she stepped back a bit, blushing brightly. He just chuckled and leaned even closer to her, his breath ghosting over her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed and she tilted her face closer to his own expectantly, but instead of the fevered kisses she had felt the other day, she heard his words murmur against her.

“May I kiss you, Raven?”

Raven felt her blush grow darker, and she leaned up on her tip-toes to brush her lips against his own. She heard his chuckle rumble low in his chest, and he pulled her tightly against him, practically stealing her gasps of pleasure as easily as he stole her kisses just a few nights before. Raven’s hands slowly came up to tangle in the lapels of his jacket, and she pulled him closer, needing to feel that warmth from his body invading her own. She felt like he was a bit like a drug – a quick, easy high that left her dizzy and spinning, and immediately begging for more.

“Come on, Raven,” he murmured against her lips, his voice soft and sultry as he nudged her nose with his own. “You don’t want to be late for this party… That is unless I can tempt you with something a little more interesting...” His hands at her waist slid lower to palm the curves of her hips, and he pulled her even closer to him, his smirk practically sinful. “Mm?”

Raven somehow managed to hold back a moan and she kept a hold of her sanity enough to take a step back, grabbing desperate gasps of air as he continued to stare at her. Pushing at her hair, she turned away from him, fidgeting with her purse to give her hands something to do.

“You’re distracting,” she mumbled into the silence between them.

He laughed, the sound smoky. “Oh really? You know, that’s not the first time I’ve heard that before.”

“I didn’t imagine it was.” Raven chuckled and shook her head, watching as he offered his arm to her. She took it with a small smile and let him lead her up the walk to the Victorian mansion looming in the distance.

The porch was lit with a hundred electric candles and filled with a few of known writers and their dates, chatting happily before going inside to entertain the wealthy guests. This entire night was meant to be a fundraiser for the literature program at various universities, and practically all of the guests had deep pockets. It was Raven and other well reader's job to charm them with talks of books and poetry, and the thought that she was going to have to be personable made her more than just a little bit nervous.

Of course, knowing that who she was going with at this party certainly didn’t help either...

She glanced up at Jason, chewing on her lower lip as she thought about the night ahead. There was no doubt that Jason could be the perfect gentleman tonight, their first interaction was case-and-point. He would very likely be able to smile and captivate everyone in the room with his good looks and his intelligence, quoting Shakespeare and discussing his use of language. Letting go of a breath she didn’t know she had been holding, she shifted her weight again and looked away.

“You seem nervous, Raven?”

She shook her head and tightened her hand on his arm as someone smiled politely at her and waved. “No, it’s just… I don’t do well in social situations-“

“I couldn’t tell,” he interrupted with a laugh.

“-but it was a requirement that I come here for tonight.” She rolled her eyes and nodded her greetings in return. “They personally sent me an invitation,”

“Oh?” He led her up the steps, ignoring the sultry glances some of the university students were making his way. “For your honor’s program, right? Dick told me a little bit about it the last time we talked.”

Raven blinked, feeling a blush darken her cheeks. “Oh? You and Dick… talk?”

“Well, we’re co-workers. We talk, not really all that often, but you’re a special case.” He smiled again and tugged a little at her arm, secrets practically dancing in his eyes. “A very special case if you’ll believe it.”

Raven balked a little. “What does that mean?”

Jason smiled, but said nothing, and opened the front door for her, walking her into the foyer like a gentleman. The sounds of laughter and excitement vibrated around her, and Raven could feel her nerves tightening up even more. She just had to get through tonight, and then she would be free to retreat into her room again. Seeming to sense her nerves, Jason just gave her another reassuring smile and took her coat from her, giving it to the attendant at the door and taking her arm again.

“Raven,” he whispered to her, his voice low and smooth against her skin, like warm cream. “I know you can do this. You’re much stronger than a room full of rich old people. You’re far too interesting and beautiful to get pushed around by a bunch of old geezers.”

She looked up at him, fighting against a smile. “Is that so?”

He shrugged with a laugh. “It’s true.”

After that the rest of the evening was a blur of talking and pretending to be charming. Smiling happily and discussing books and poetry, it was enough to make Raven sick. Being friendly and happy wasn’t exactly her forte, and she was much happier being alone with her books and silence. All of this was just too much, and her nerves were practically raw as the night wore on, but Jason seemed to hold her up to the best of his ability. He gave her little reassuring taps and squeezes, reminding her that he was here for her. If Raven didn’t know any better, she would have thought that he was doing this all on purpose, that his affections were honest. But she was smarter than to let herself fall for him. He was, after all, still Gotham's Jason Todd.

“Raven,” he murmured against her ear, when they both had a moment of silence. “I know you’re nervous, but I’m here for you. Besides, you’re doing quite well. If I didn’t know any different, I’d say that you were born for this kind of life.”

“Ugh, please don’t say that.” Raven rubbed the bridge of her nose and looked away, her lips tugging down into a frown. “This is a one time event only, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Ah. Is that so?” He lifted an eyebrow and just stared at her over the rim of his champagne glass, his eyes sparkling with unspoken quips.

“Yes,” She blushed and lifted her eyes to his own, looking into his smiling face. How did he manage to make her entire being calm down with just a few well-placed words and a teasing smile? She shifted a bit and brought her hands up to adjusted his tie. “Very much so. This is it and never again. Is that clear?”

“Mm… crystal, Little Bird.” He watched her for another long moment, and he hummed again, as if figuring out that there was something else riding under the surface of her being. “But… there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there? It’s not just about the night or the party, it’s something else.”

“You’re actually right.” She shuffled on her feet and looked away, chewing on her lower lips. “I… There is something I want to ask you, Jason.”

“Oh?” He grabbed another two flutes of champagne from a waiter walking by, handing one to her. How many glasses had they had already? She didn’t know, but she knew that they were both a little tipsy as the guests hummed and talked around them. Talking to him seemed easier, and his teasing was starting to do more than just make her roll her eyes or shake her head.

He took a sip and smiled. “And what is that, Raven?”

“Well, when I-…” Raven felt her words trail off as she saw a familiar figure come through the door. Eyes sliding closed, she turned away from the front door and walked deeper into the mansion, hearing his low, old-world laughter following her. Jason stopped and turned around to see the handsome face, blue eyes practically piercing right through Raven. He lifted an eyebrow and looked down at Raven, but she avoided his curious stare.

He hummed again, his nostrils flaring a bit in annoyance. “I’m going to assume that’s-“

“Not ex exactly,” Raven cut him off with a sigh and pushed at her hair. “We hooked up once but then he started pestering me about going on a date with him... A drunk mistake that I hope to never repeat ever again.”

Jason’s lips twitched. “And this mistake’s name? Other than ‘asshole’ of course.”

Raven felt herself smile in spite of the situation. “Wasn't important enough to remember.”

“Well,” Jason said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against his body. She could feel his heartbeat and breath vibrate through her, and something in her stomach clenched as he continued to close any amount of space between them. “Why don’t we give him something to miss?”

Without waiting for her questions, he dipped his head to her mouth and gave her the most soul-crushing kiss she had ever experienced. Heat ran down her spine and pooled low in her stomach, setting her entire being aflame with little licks of hellfire. She felt as if Jason was pulling down every single one of her barriers with insistent kisses and low laughs, and this just proved it. She brought one hand up into his hair and groaned a little, feeling his teeth nip at her lower lip before pulling away. He looked into her eyes, smiled and leaned back in for another kiss, downing her until she had to lean against him for support.

It felt like an eternity before he pulled away and put actual space between them again.

“Better?”

She blushed and nodded. “I… I think so.”

Jason cast a sideways glance over to the man, who stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. He opened his mouth to say something to Raven, but Jason just laughed and took her hand, leading her away from the hubbub of the party and deeper into the mansion, ignoring the shocked stares and whispers that followed them into the silence. The sounds of laughter and teases gave away to stillness and the smell of age. It was almost calming.

“I think I like teasing your old hook-ups,” Jason said with another chuckle, swirling the champagne around in his glass before downing the rest of it. He set the glass down on a nearby table and continued walking them farther and farther from the party. “I could get used to showing you off like that.”

Raven laughed as he turned another corner and let them be lost in the maze of hallways and rooms. “You almost sound like you enjoyed that kiss more than I did.”

He simply lifted a knowing eyebrow to her and pushed open another door, pulling her into a drawing room.

Raven finally looked around and realized that they were far from the party and the rest of the guests, and Jason was leading her away from the comfort of a crowd and into the unknown of being alone with him. She felt something in her chest flutter with excitement, but she said nothing about that. Their long journey into empty rooms and vacant hallways was an entirely different story.

She looked over her shoulder, seeing the luxurious hallway disappear into darkness behind them. “How do you know where you’re going?”

A smile played across his lips and he closed the door. “Wouldn’t you like to know…?”

She pursed her lips. “I would, actually.”

He shrugged. “I may or may not be acquainted with the owner of this mansion…”

“Bruce Wayne...” She blinked and took another sip of her champagne. “Why am I not surprised?”

He leaned closer to her, brushing his nose against her own, his full lips curling up into another smile. “Ah-ah, Little Bird… Let's keep that as a secret.”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “So, why bring me back here?”

He smirked. “You needed a break and the party was getting stuffy.”

“And?”

His smiled faded into something darker and far more sinister. “I can’t stop thinking about all the delightful things I’d like to do to you.” He moved closer to her, reaching into his suit pocket. “Do you know how hard it is to conceal a raging erection in a room full of stuffy old bastards?”

Raven’s eyes widened and she felt laughter bubble up from the depths of her stomach as she glanced down. “I am not aware of that.”

“It’s hard. And having you look like a literal goddess standing next to me is certainly not helping…” Slowly, he pulled a strand of silk rope from his suit pocket and looked into her eyes, his lips curling up at the edges. “Now, Raven, may I please have those pretty little wrists of yours? I have a few things I’d like to show you.”

Blushing brightly, with her heart pounding in her ears, Raven raised her wrists to his eye-level and watched with bated breath as he wrapped the silk rope around and in between her wrists. There was something just a little frightening about what he was promising with the simple action, but she was far more interested in the heady burn that curled deep in the pit of her stomach and threatened to make her entire skin go up in flames.

He tied the rope with a surprisingly pretty bow and smirked. “How does it feel? Too tight?”

“N-no…” Raven felt her words skip in her throat and she let him lead her back against the wall, his voice like black velvet over her skin.

“Good, Little Bird. Now…” He hooked his thumb in the silk rope and raised her hands up, pinning them above her on the wall. He lowered his mouth to hers, giving her another one of his slow, drugging kisses that made her melt. All the while his other hand slid up the length of her thigh and bunched her dress between his fingers, pulling the hem up one slow inch at a time. She moaned as he traced the edges of her panties, rubbing his thumb along the tense muscles in her thigh.

“You’re nervous?”

She shook her head, trying not to think about the fact that his eyes were dark enough to drown her soul in shadows. “No. I’m…”

He raised an eyebrow and snapped the elastic of her panties teasingly, letting them fall against her skin. She gasped as the sharp snap reverberated through her body like a million pins of pleasure, and she tugged at the rope that he held pinned to the wall. It was only at that moment that she realized that she was at his mercy.

Eyes widening, she watched with bated breath as he smiled at her and kissed along her collarbone, giving her little bites and nips that made her shiver and shake. He reached the strap of her dress with his teeth and he pulled it over her shoulder, peppering her with kisses as his fingers continued to tease her flesh underneath her dress.

Jason ran his fingertips over the flat of her abdomen with feather-light touches, stroking her every way possible, but never letting his touches drift low enough to offer relief. Raven groaned and knocked her head against the wall, feeling his lips wrap around the soft flesh of her breast. Raven writhed against him, but his touches never became more insistent or offered a moment of release. They just tortured her one little brush at a time.

“J-jason… please…”

He chuckled and bit down into her nipple as his fingers drifted lower, brushing over the soft silk of her panties. Raven knew she must have been wet, ready for him to take her just from his teasing alone, but he said nothing. No, instead he continued to bite and suck at that soft swell of her breast, and Raven knew exactly what he was doing – he was marking her. He was making it so that anyone would know he had touched her and who she belonged to.

“Little Bird…” His voice rumbled down her chest and Raven groaned, tugging on her restraints again. There was no way to urge him on, no way to offer herself relief… she was just left here under his very skilled and dangerous hands.

“Jason, I… I need…”

He picked up his head from her breast and smiled. “You need what?”

“I need to…”

He raised an eyebrow, and Raven knew that he wasn’t going to offer her any relief until she asked for it. Her cheeks darkening, she met his eyes and whispered. “I need your fingers inside me.”

He chuckled. “There’s a good little bird.”

With those words he slipped a single finger under the waistband of her panties and stroked her with the same soft, almost nonexistent touches as he had her thighs and abdomen. It only made the passion and feelings a million times worse.

“Jason. Please.”

“Mm… on my terms, Little Bird.” His voice was low and gravelly against her skin and he continued to feast on her neck. “I will touch you on my terms and my terms alone.”

Even in the heat of the moment Raven couldn’t help but realize how different his skills were from Dick. While he was warmth and light and hot, willing to give Raven everything she wanted, Jason was darkness and hellfire. He was cold silk under a moonless sky, he was stolen moments hidden in shadows and forbidden stares cast in broad daylight. He was everything Dick wasn’t, and there was something wonderfully sinful about that.

Jason picked up his head from her neck and ran a fingertip over her clit with slow, gentle circles. Raven’s hips bucked against his touch, her arms thrashing against the wall as she tried to pull free from his hold. He just chuckled and licked her lips before capturing her mouth in another kiss, slipping two fingers inside her as his thumb continued where his finger had left off. Raven whined into his kiss, it was too much. Far too much.

She pulled her lips away and moaned. “Jason…”

“Tell me when you’re going to cum, Little Bird.” He pulled her arms up higher on the wall as his fingers increased their pace deep inside her. It sent a million little sparks of electricity flying over her skin and Raven didn’t know where he stopped and she ended.

“Fuck I…”

“Now?”

She nodded, another whimper escaping.

Jason smiled and he pulled his hand away, dropping her skirt back to a respectable height.

Shocked, her head still thrumming with the pain of a near-orgasm, Raven turned and watched as he licked her essence off his fingers with a smile. He reached up and untied the rope round her wrists with a chuckle, putting it back in his suit pocket.

Gasping as her arms fell slowly to her sides, she looked up into his eyes waiting for an explanation.

His hands smoothed over her arms and eased the the kinks on her wrists with tender, delicate touches. “I’ll let you cum when I’m ready, Little Bird… until then, I want you on the edge.”

Raven’s mouth fell open in shock.

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What about Freezerburn for the game.

Alrighty, Weiss and Yang aka Freezerburn for the shipping ask game! I'm biased towards Freezerburn lol. XD

What I think works about the ship: So much, tbh. First of all, they're fire and ice. Yang is the vibrant hothead who is surprisingly emotional mature and likes to have fun, and Weiss is the cold and quippy perfectionist who is always pushing herself. But like, despite Yang being the hothead, she's also more chill and relaxed, and despite Weiss being the ice princess in the relationship, she's the stressed out one. I just think that's a fun dynamic. Yang is willing to call out Weiss (which is something that early on she desperately needed,) but give her grace, and we also see them getting into cute low-stakes spats over their different ideas of party planning. Plus, despite their very different upbringings (which is always fun to explore in a ship anyway,) they can connect to each other on feeling lonely in their home lives, and masking their insecurities and fears. And also I personally like to have Weiss actually love Whitley so much and just have complicated feelings and lash out and find it really hard to communicate with him, and so Yang being the resident big sister is perfect to help her navigate those feelings. Also also, with Yang ships, it's important to me that Ruby isn't left out and that she's close with (or has the potential to be close with) whoever Yang winds up with, and Weiss and Ruby have a solid relationship and the show went out of its way to give Yang and Weiss meaningful moments that include Ruby. I just think that's really special.

What season I think they were best in: Season five, baby! Their reunion is so cute, Weiss is there for Yang when she's dealing with all of Raven's shit, they spent enough time together and had a good enough progression in the first three seasons that their closeness in season five felt natural and earned, Weiss rides on the back of Yang's bike, the hug with Ruby was so important, and they had that deep talk about Willow and Yang's past and her struggles with Blake... It was just good.

How I would get them together in canon: Okay, I know MKEK isn't having any of the main four girls go through a time skip on the Island, but if I was completely in charge of RWBY from here on in including V9, I would have Yang go through a time skip of at least two years. She would have gone through some changes, becoming more of a leader role among the other people who'd been knocked off the bridge, and getting more cynical and realistic (which would contrast post-volume five Weiss's more seemingly optimistic and hopeful beliefs.) Yang and Blake would decide to take a break (despite the fact that they weren't officially together anyway,) and explore how they feel with all the changes, while I'd have it so that Weiss has harbored feelings for Yang since volume five that she's kept unspoken because she saw how Blake and Yang felt for each other, which she might confess to Ruby. When they get back to Remnant, I'd have the three of them (four probably actually including Sun who is in Vacuo too lol,) be in this complicated love square, but then I think Yang would kiss Weiss in a heat-of-the-moment er, moment, and be kind of apologetic, but Blake assures her that it's fine, and so Yang and Weiss are kind of together after that. And then I'd have them shown living together at the end of the series.

How I would get them together in an AU or re-write: I'd keep everything pretty much the same until volume six, where I'd obviously not have Yang have romance coded moments with Blake (though they'd still talk through their own strained friendship, this would not be any sort of anti Blake AU,) and instead I'd have Weiss talk about having some feelings for Yang with Ruby. Ruby would encourage her to make a move, but then they'd get busy with a bunch of plot stuff. Once they got to Atlas, though and became Hunters, I'd have Weiss awkwardly ask Yang out to dinner and they'd go to some fancy restaurant Weiss knew, and then have Yang insist on taking Weiss to a nightclub after they finished with their dinner. And it'd be this whole thing where Yang didn't really have fun at the fancy place despite the fact that she had fun with Weiss, and Weiss didn't really have fun at the nightclub despite the fact that she had fun with Yang, and so they start doubting whether or not they'd be able to make it in a relationship together and confide in Blake and Ruby about it. They'd tell them that they just need to find a happy medium, so during some downtime in-between action, they'd talk to each other and agree to meet in the middle more and Yang would kiss Weiss on the cheek.

What struggles I think they’d have to work through: While I love that they grew up in such different environments, I think it'd still cause some conflict. Weiss isn't exactly down to earth and can also be insensitive, and Yang isn't the type who would let it go without a fight if Weiss started being even vaguely classist, even on accident.

Some songs that I can connect to this ship: Ur So Beautiful, by Grace VanderWaal. Line Without a Hook, by Ricky Montgomery. Lonely People, by Orla Gartland. Sad Beautiful Tragic, by Taylor Swift (this one makes me think about Weiss and Yang because of a specific fic where - for reasons that don't need explained - Weiss becomes immortal and non-aging and Yang can't give up her own mortality, so despite the fact that they both have feelings for each other and want to pursue a relationship together they can't because they know it will never end well.)

Do I think they’d stay together: Yes! Freezerburn is one hundred percent an endgame relationship to me (outside of the aforementioned AU, lol,) where the two of them would probably end up married and adopting a kid or at least a cat together.

How I personally feel about this ship: I love Freezerburn, it's my top Yang ship and tied for my top Weiss ship. There's just so much that's good about this ship!

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Venice Reveiw (Europe Travel Blog)

Hello, and welcome to my blog post on the city of Venice. Venice is a famous city in Italy, known for its unique law. There are no land motor vehicles allowed in venice. This includes Cars, bikes and even scooters. As Venice is an island, the roads are instead a sprawling maze of waterways and canals, where people take boats and gondolas along them to get to where they need to go. It's a very unique place, as well as a unique experience and today I’m going to rate its food, views, vibe and activities.

First, it's activities. Venices’ activities are very much centred around its unique system of waterway travel. Many tourists are almost always compelled to pay for a gondola ride through the city. These gondola rides are always great, and really are able to capture the beauty of this city from a different point of view. I also came across a great experience provided by a company called “Row Venice”, which was an amazing experience where you actually got to learn how to row a Gondola yourself! I sadly cannot remember my instructor's name, but she was wonderful. Very nice, very helpful and also pretty funny. Would 100% recommend it to families of any size. There are also some amazingly cool churches to look into, but one problem with Venice is the price tag. While not ridiculously expensive, compared to anywhere else in Italy things cost a lot more. More often than not though, the price is worth it. That's why I am rating Venice's activities a 5/5, maybe even a 6. Very cool.

Next is the food. Like I said in Tuscany, the food in Venice is pretty much standard Italian food. Lots of great Pizza, Pasta and Gelato. Since being mostly surrounded by water, there were also some pretty great seafood restaurants, or restaurants selling italian food with a bit of a seafood twist. However, like I mentioned earlier, the food here, while good, is quite expensive, and for some places maybe not worth the money. That's why I am giving Venice a ⅗ for food

Next is the vibe, mixed in with the views. Venice has a great vibe that is greatly contributed by its views. The removal of cars and roads in favour of waterways gives the city very relaxing, even charming vibes, especially in the early morning. A thing I found particularly charming was the garbage collectors, who go around on which big carts that they drag along and put garbage in, before going to a boat that grabs it with electronic arms and emptying it into the boat. A place that can make garbage collecting charming is pretty good in my books. The canals themselves are gorgeous, with little well designed bridges over the waterways makes it feel like a cool little maze. The grand canal, the sort of main highway that goes through the centre of the city like a big highway, is truly a spectacular sight to see. The Rialto bridge, the main bridge that crosses the grand canal is very cool However, away from the canals, a new vibe is presented. The inner streets of Venice are a crowded, cramped labyrinth that are usually damp, which gives a bit of a dirty, monotonous vibe. Pickpockets are known to take advantage of these crowded streets, them being everywhere. That's why I am giving Venice a 3 ⁄ 5 for both views and vibe.

In total, that brings Venice up to a 14/20 score. That's been my review of Venice, thanks for reading. 

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I'm not a fan of the creepy stuff. I'd like to think of myself as an honest, loving person. Above all else I'm determined to help people be the best them that they can be. I'm not interested in being uncool, or sexist, or demeaning. I hope you don't feel bad if you're having a bad day. You can always just relax here and read about Sonic, AOL, or whatever. A friend of mine once said to me that I was "a breath of fresh air" and I'll accept that as an invitation to be the spring breeze in your sails.

IRL I'm not bald, and I'm alive. In fact, I'm a young woman (with an incredible amount of curly reddish hair) currently in college studying electrical engineering. I'm a specialist in embedded device design and have worked on some amazing things, such as space satellites and the overhaul of a department's reporting system.

Retro technology (everything is more fascinating when there are limits), indie games and riding my bike through nature trails, public transport and Sonic the Hedgehog are all things I am passionate about. I am always willing to try new things. Who knows? Perhaps I'll discover a new thing I like. It's always a lot of fun.

What is this site?

It's mostly a place to dump random thoughts. It's broken down into a few broad categories.

The Articles section, the first one with semi-regular content, is where I try to provide explanations and/or gush about topics that I am interested in or things I'm working on. It's not updated frequently because it is difficult to come up with new content.

The Hacking notes contains some tips and utilities for modders of old video games. There are also the Projects which include more substantial material that I've worked on and can stand on its own. Finally, there is the Doodles which is where I try to express myself in a creative way.

Any favorite games/webcomics/whatever?

I am a bit of video gamer. While I do occasionally play them, I wouldn't call myself a gamer. I think the entire medium is neat, what people can do with it their experiences and the emotions they can express and how they can use what they have to their advantage. Some games that I'm enjoying either right now or in the past are Night in the Woods, deltarune, Tetris Attack, a majority of the Sonic series and Minecraft.

For films, my all time favorites include Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Forrest Gump, About Time, and Kiki's Delivery Service. I prefer plots that have strong character interactions over flashy grand plots.

My musical preferences are... unusual. Truthfully, SoundCloud, YouTube, and old video games have shaped my musical tastes way too much. What I like is either earworms with good basslines (I love 80's Jpop and the 00's alternative) or instrumental tracks that let you feel the music, not just listen to it. (Stuff like Fleetwood Mac and Styx, Blue Album-era Beatles and Pink Floyd.

What's with the username?

Surprisingly brief story actually. I was watching a Mario gaming marathon for charity (by the now defunct group ExtraLives, headed by MonotoneTim, who is a pretty cool dude) and I needed an account username for the chat. CLUB I thought, "You know what's awesome?" The Boo mushrooms from Super Mario Galaxy that turn you into a ghost." So after a solid 15 seconds of thinking, I wrote "InvisibleUp" and stuck with it. (In hindsight, I should have chosen something that had fewer syllables.

And the ghostsona?

I started out for years with a logo that looked vaguely like a ghost from Pac-Man. I really wanted a unique profile pic, so I made one. That being said, a few years later I decided that it kinda sucked. I felt a need to have an actual kind of human face to represent my posts instead of just some weird abstract logo thing. I wanted to have a more personal presence on the 'net than I had let myself have before. So, I came up with Inviz.

It's possible that she was inspired by Napstablook from Undertale and Vivian from Paper Mario TTYD. I could have drawn myself as a human, but I wanted to give it a go at creating characters. You know, I need to keep the ghost theme in motion. Also, I'm a bit snarky about privacy to show my actual face.

#MINECRAFT SERVERS #MINECRAFTSERVERS #CLUB

[napierharmon62]

What is the Purpose of this Website?

About

Other places on the 'net

Outlook dot com email address is my username

Who are you? MINECRAFTSERVERS

You can call me Viz, but I'm InvisibleUp. I'm your local ghost internet. OOOoooOOoo~...

I'm not a fan at all of the creepy stuff. I would like to be a kind and compassionate person. Most importantly, I'm determined to assist people to be the best that they can be. I'm not trying to be uncool, or sexist, or demeaning. I hope you don't feel guilty even if you're having a rough day. You can always just relax here and explore Sonic, AOL, or whatever. A friend once called me "a breath-of-fresh air" so I'll take this as an invitation to be your spring air.

IRL, it's no surprise that I'm very much alive, and not hairless. I am actually a young lady with an absurdly curly reddish-reddish hair. I am currently studying electrical engineering at a college. I am a specialist in embedded device development and have worked on some amazing stuff, including space satellites and the overhaul of a department's reporting system.

Retro technology (everything is more interesting when there are limitations), indie games and riding my bike through nature trails, public transport, and Sonic the Hedgehog are all things I am obsessed with. I am always open to trying new things. Who knows? Perhaps I'll discover a brand new favorite thing. It's always fun.

What is the purpose behind this website?

It's mostly a place for people to share thoughts. It can be broken up into broad categories.

The Articles section, the earliest one with regular content is where I attempt to describe and/or talk about things that interest me or stuff I'm working on. It's not updated very often, as creating content isn't easy.

The Hacking notes includes some helpful tips and tools for modders of video games from the past. There's also the Projects which contain more substantial things that I've been working on and that stand on its own. Finally, there is the Doodles which is where I try to express myself creatively.

Any favorite games/webcomics/whatever?

I'm kinda interested in video games? I'll occasionally play them from time to times, but I would not call myself a "gamer". I think the medium is amazing, and the ways people can accomplish with it in terms of the emotions and experiences they communicate, and how they use it to their advantage. Some games I'm kinda into at the moment or in the past are Night in the Woods, deltarune, Tetris Attack, a number of the Sonic series, and Minecraft.

My absolute top films are Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Forrest Gump and Kiki’s Delivery Service. I prefer plots with strong characters interaction to extravagant grand plots.

My musical preferences are... unconventional. In truth, SoundCloud, YouTube, and old video games have shaped my tastes in music way too much. But in short, the things I like are either earworms with good basslines (I'm a sucker for 80's J-Pop and 00's alternative) or nice instrumental pieces that really make you experience the music, not simply listen to it. (stuff like Fleetwood Mac, Styx, Blue Album-era Beatles and Pink Floyd.)

What's the matter with the username?

Surprisingly short, actually. I was watching a Mario gaming marathon for charity (by the now long-defunct group ExtraLives which was headed by MonotoneTim who is an incredibly cool dude) and I needed an username for the chat. I thought "You know what's cool? The Boo mushrooms from Super Mario Galaxy, which can make you invisible. So after about 15 seconds of thinking, I entered "InvisibleUp" and stuck with it. (In hindsight, I should have chosen a word with fewer letters.

And the ghostsona?

I started out for years with a logo that looked vaguely like a ghost from Pac-Man. I really wanted a unique profile pic, so I made one. That being said, a few years later I decided that it kinda sucked. I felt a need to have an actual kind of human face to represent my posts instead of just some weird abstract logo thing. I wanted to have a more personal presence on the 'net than I had let myself have before. So, I came up with Inviz.

You could say that she was inspired by Napstablook in Undertale and Vivian TTYD from Paper Mario. I could have drawn myself as an individual, but I wanted to try my hand at designing a character instead. And I've gotta keep up the ghost theme, don't you think? Also, I'm way too nerdy about privacy to show my actual face.

#minecraft servers #Minecraftservers

[gratitudegainsclub]

Wed March 1 2023

- grateful for sleeping in till 10am omg I forgot how nice it is to have Wednesdays off. It felt like such a luxury to start the morning at home at my pace.

- grateful for time flying by quickly. Read about this briefly in Stay True memoir about how life moves too fast to keep too many precious things. Only keep the essentials. I’m lucky life moves fast and is mostly uneventful and I keep up, rather than having to struggle through chronic health conditions or grieve a loss right now. Life feels supple and healthy for the most part and I am grateful for the smooth ride.

- grateful for ceramics as always and getting more and more comfortable with the clay under my hands on the wheel. Grateful for not being attached to my pieces and throwing away my vase that I was struggling so hard to trim. Grateful for Sophia coming and getting to spend some time bonding and chatting with her

- grateful for tennis w Jenn and how bubbly we both were from the moment we greeted each other. She brings out so much positivity and love in me and we just bounce off each other in that playful way sometimes. We both got frustrated w tennis but never with each other, always with ourselves. Grateful she keeps up with my life and asks me about my weekend and breakfasts and tells me about her medical condition and answers honestly when I ask heavier things about how she feels. Grateful to share this activity together and that we stay positive even on our bad days. Love her so much! So lucky to be her friend!!!

- grateful for finally starting my capstone data analysis. I have literally been putting this off since March 2022 and I finally sat down and started. It took a while but I got into it and feel like I’ve made progress! Got the gears going

- grateful for the low stress of studying lately, the blocks feel more chill and I know I have dead week so I am able to relax a bit and take my foot off the pedal in terms of pacing my studying. ITS SO NICE to not always feel behind and like I need to keep up and do more in my free time

- grateful for TikTok briefly for the funny content and inspiring stuff i see but it really soaks up too much of my time so I need to delete it. Grateful for the self awareness and intuition telling me I don’t need it in my life at the moment. Discipline uggggh but long term healthy

- grateful for THE BLUE SKY TODAY omg it was gorgeous while I was biking and the sun shined down and it actually was so simple yet brightened my mood so much. esp after all the rain lately. I remember consciously noticing it bringing me joy and wanting to note it :)

- grateful again for physical 100 and watching together w Andy and sharing commentary and the treadmill. Best evening ever

- grateful for him talking to me about his lower mental health lately and insecurities about friends and me sharing my thoughts and him being so thankful for my insight and advice it almost turned his mood around 180. Grateful he appreciates my particular interest of building relationships in life and finds it valuable to hear my perspective, which feels so natural to me! Grateful we both value growth and are aware of our “awakened” selves/on the same page about it. Feel connected moreeee luv

No pic from today so here is live selfie as I type this and keep up this good habit! Gratitude gains club

Health gratitude: eating late lunch, eating lighter dinner after big snacks, cutting fruit, eating carrots and hummus

[oldgooddaysoldgooddays]

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The winter solstice brings comfort every year in its promise that the days will get longer from now, slowly building to the crescendo that is summer. The season hasn't hit me as hard this year. Could it be the marriage to transcendental meditation that I consummate twice a day? The vitamin D regimen I now actually stick to? The painstaking whittling down of my circle of friends and professional keepers to maybe 6 or 7 Ride or Dies? Hearing Joe Rogan say once in a youtube short that changing seasons “toughen you up”? Unsubscribing from the smug timbre of the podcast Radiolab? Today I almost enjoy the misty rain on my face biking home, my slowly soaking legs and waterlogged shoes. London itself feels whittled down - the bike lanes occupied by only the most committed and insane of us, the pre-Christmas Darwinism where everybody not from here gets on a train somewhere else, leaving London natives, people who hate their families, and people who don't believe in Christmas for religious reasons. N texts from Israel, after stopping in Greece, on what seems like a stray cat tour of the Mediterranean. ISSY, she writes, attaching a daily mail link, IM SCREAMING. "Emrata scores again, seen sharing a steamy kiss with new man" is the lede. New man is J, of New Orleans wedding fame, of wanting to fight an old man at said wedding fame, of calling me every day to tell me of his sports injuries fame, of saying my teeth are brown fame. I wait to feel grossed out, and I do spit hot tea at my phone. I sort of love it. I want to call N immediately, not even to say anything, but just for transcontinental Beavis and Butthead-style laughing. She says she is watching the real housewives with her daughter, the kind of child who needs the low-brow forced on her to balance out her unnerving sophistication I also cave to a zoom therapy session with M, leader of my former eating disorder group, after months of seething from learning the group would never go back to in-person. Zoom is anathema to me, and I figure at least I'll get a good cry out of the hour. I do. M says she understands my craving for the "bodies in a room" version of therapy, but that I shouldn't discount it and settle for nothing. "I know you're starving and I'm only offering half a plate of food", she says, "and I know you think the half plate will only remind you of the half you don't have". Yes, I say. "But", she continues, "are you really going to fast because you can’t have it all?" After realising I’m Back In Therapy, I watch an interview with Fiona Apple. She says Sony told her she had to hand in her album Extraordinary Machine to them one track and a time, and she wouldn’t get paid for the next track til they approved the one before. She describes shelving the album for months, in which she “did nothing”. She is vague about what nothing means. I demand to know. Perhaps a bad sign when I’m looking to Fiona Apple for tips on how to relax

[thelittlethings66]

Moving On

After I have calmed down I decide to talk to Carol. 'Hi Carol'. She just looks at me. I just wanted to see if you were ok. I'm sorry I punched him, I just wanted him to stop, I hope I haven't made it worse for you'. 'It's ok don't worry I know you were only trying to protect me, I hope your hand is ok'. She quietly says. 'Its fine i'll heal, anyway I will  leave you be'. As I leave Andrea calls me over saying dinner is ready she managed to catch some fish with her sisters help. 'This looks amazing well done ladies'. 'Its no problem our dad thought us well'. Says Amy. 'He sure did.' Says Lori as she started to eat.

A few hours has passed now and it was dark out. We were all sat around talking keeping warm by the fire. Carol, Ed and their daughter Sophia were sitting way behind us keeping out the way. Mostly away from Shane I think. 'Where are you going?' Andrea asks Amy. 'I have to pee, try to be discreet around here'. She walks to Dale's RV.

Suddenly we hear a scream. A Walker is attacking Amy biting on her arm. Everyone starts to panic they start to appear from everywhere swarming on the camp. Screams everywhere people being eaten. Shane starts shooting them telling everyone to get to the RV and hide. Jim is bashing them in the head with a bat I notice one biting him so run over stabbing them in the head with my knife. I help him over to the others. I then see an arrow fly past me and hit one straight in the eye to my right as Daryl and the guys start shooting what's left.

After a while it goes quiet and all we can hear is the sobbing of the survived. Crying over the loss of their families.

Throughout the night and as the sun rises we clean up camp making sure the dead are fully gone. Burning their bodies. And burying their loved ones. I stand still looking over camp thinking about my brother and that I never got to put him to rest. About my family on the other side of the world if this is happening to them too.

I then hear a gunshot and see that Andrea has shot Amy. After staying up all night with her. Crying. Carol is hitting Ed clearly letting out some anger and pain.

After alot of discussion we all decide to go to the CDC to try and get some answers. To see if we can help Jim.

After I have packed up I walk over to Daryl who is packing his stuff. 'Hey'.'Hey'. 'Merle?'.' He weren't there'.' He got off the roof?' Yeah, son of a bitch chopped off his hand, after you left him there!. He shouts to the rest of the group. I smile. 'What you smiling for?' 'Nothing I just think he will be alright, he's tough. You will meet again someday I'm sure' He chews his lip. ' I thought you'd be happy'. 'Why?' 'Nobody liked him'. 'He was a dick yeah but he is your brother you love him that's enough, plus he wasn't that bad to me.' He scoffs. 'Ya hand what happened?' 'Um I punched Ed'. He scoffs again. ' Good.' 'Come on let's go!' Shane shouts. 'Hey, you wanna....um...ride with me in my truck?'. 'Really?' 'Yeah, you don't have to..'. I chuck my stuff in the back of his truck next to his bike. 'Come on then Dixon'.

We dont talk much on the drive it's quite nice actually. The peace and quiet after last night. I just lay my head back with the breeze in my face and try to relax. Somehow I manage to fall asleep waking up when the car stops. As I step out the car I notice Rick putting Jim against a tree at the side of the road. He is in too much pain. He waves me over. 'I'm so sorry Jim I tried to help'. 'You did, you gave me another day, I am grateful for that, I will be with my family now.' He looks at peace. I walk away and we all drive off once more. I don't fall asleep this time with my mind racing too much. I notice Daryl keeps looking at me but not saying anything. Which is fine by me, not in the mood to talk.

After a while with the sun getting lower we finally arrive at the CDC. We all grab our stuff and slowly walk towards the building. Daryl right by my side. There are bodies everywhere the smell is so strong I can nearly taste it, I feel like I am gonna be sick. When we reach the door we realise no one is there Rick keeps banging on the door. Making too much noise. The walkers notice and slowly start to wander our way. ' The camera it moved!'. He shouts. 'No it didnt man your seeing things'. Shane replies. 'Let us in! My family! My son! Your killing us!'

Then the doors start to rise. The light is bright. And we all slowly walk in.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon

[darckcarnival]

" I must warn you that I haven't done this for years. " A quick heads up as Leon corrected his sit on the veranda behind his house, the forest stretching out and the silence reigning around them when only the lamps outside and the moon gave light during the evening. The guitar in his hand arranged comfortably as he slung one hand over its body, his other hand held the neck and his wrist let his fingers settle on the strings. Blue eyes shifted their gaze to Darck, seeing the silent sight of encouragement. A small chuckle bubbled in Kennedy's throat before he began tugging the strings. Music broke the silence surrounding them. She could only guess by the rhythm what it was that Leon had begun to play. Firstly he started humming the song, still anxiously getting used to the guitar once again but soon when he grasped the flow in his own hands, lips parted as he started to sing along.

" I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame. I'd even cut my hair and changed my name 'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 cars The girls come easy, and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny, 'cause we just won't eat [ … ] "

Azures focused on her, noticing her reaction and soon Lee nudged her shoulder to join him when smooth notes of the song changed the prevailing atmosphere to something relaxing. Something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

It had been a sort of spur of the moment, when Leon had said he had a guitar and used to play. Darck just couldn't ignore that little tidbit of detail, thus leading her to insist he play it again. Show off, see what he can do, and maybe it'd be an excellent way to relax or spend a good time. As a woman who plays a few instruments herself, she had to know. What was more shocking however was the fact the man had allowed her to come over to his place. It had been... Well, a mess... But not the worst. Darck said nothing, after all, having been a kid long ago in a poor household in a tin can home, it was pretty messy back then too. But sure as hell making a mental note about it.

Course that would be fixed one day...

"You say that, and yet I have confidence for you. Ya got this." For some instruments, it was like riding a bike. The muscle memory and musical ear always coming back one way or another. Darck knew that much first hand some time ago. So, when he began to adjust the hold upon his guitar, the woman went quiet. Eagerly watching with a smile and encouraging eyes behind her sunglasses. Downright eager really with not one ounce of judgement. That chuckle was more than worth it alone, prompting the brunette to grin like the little shit she is. Not a word or sound made while sitting there next to him, listening to the musical notes echoing out around them to bring sound into the silent evening. But then, she paused, brow furrowed. The tune and notes shifted, the humming sounded familiar. He was trying to recall the flow of a specific song. Wait, wait-!!

He began singing. And the woman grinned wide, lighting up. Oh what a clever sunnuva bitch- That same damn song that they had heard a bit ago and she'd encouraged him to sing along. Now here he was doing it first hand, and playing it. Talk about a fond memory with an older song. A p0art of Darck was so god damn tempted to run off and get her Violin- but nope. He nudged her instead, encouraging to join in. And who was she to say no?

With the smile on her face, immediately her voice lifted to belt out the next set of lyrics, arm lifted outwards to wave in the air with an exaggerated motion. Adding animation into her joyful singing to match the tone. Quite good at it, actually.

"And we'll hang out in the coolest bars~! In the V.I.P. with the movie stars~. Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there! Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair and, well~. Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar~. Mmm, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar~!"

She let herself trail off, looking back towards the man with the bright expression. Now it was her turn to nudge back, albeit much softer to not mess up his playing. That once lifted hand now motioning for him to pick it up. Darck was perfectly fine with spending the evening just goofing with music.

#destallo #Angry. Tired. Kennedy. :: destallo #Creeper Gonna Creep :: Darck In Character #Work Invoice :: Asks #(( they are now rockstar memes. ))

[loiswolf]

Day 19 June 3 Stornoway-Callanish-Stornoway 60kms

Day 19 June 3 Stornoway- Callanish- Stornoway 60kms

Another beautiful day! First let me tell you something about the hostel. It is a building of over 200 years old. The previous owners had begun renovating but must have run out of money. So the only renovation completed is what would have been the ensuite. It is now the bathroom off the female dormitory and it’s incredible.

The men are not told about it. It is so unlike the rest of the house!

The owner/manager is a young mother, Christine. She is the most hard working patient, sweet person I have ever met. She does everything with a 7 month old baby on her hip including all the things most hostels get there guests to do. I’m afraid she will probably burn herself out soon. Every time I offer to do something she says she will do it when she can find somewhere to put the baby. ( of course I just do it for her) She was very apologetic about the fact that I had to move rooms today. I really didn’t mind. At least tonight I am not in a top bunk ( they are very awkward to get down from) and I have room to put my stuff. My other alternative was a bus shelter.

First stop today was the ferry terminal to buy a ticket for tomorrow morning. The ferry leaves at 7am so I thought I would get that out of the way. The young  boy who served me ( he looked about 10) was managing the system much better than the young man at Uig and I actually received a ticket this time.

A quick stop for a photo of the harbour on this beautiful day

And I was on my way to Callanish. Google maps only showed me one road this morning so I followed its route which took me back the way I came in yesterday for about 15kms. Then I turned right and headed for the stones. The road was fairly quiet and rather pretty.

I followed the signs towards the stones, parked Shirley around the back of the visitor’s centre and went to check them out. Like Stonehenge they don’t really know why they have been put there.

Next it was time for a coffee and scone in the visitors centre. Apart from the scone being stale it was a nice little place. Not too over the top touristy, just somewhere you could have a coffee and maybe buy a souvenir or postcard.

I messaged one of my other sisters while I was there. She was able to appreciate my location since she has also seen Outlander.

Back on the bike and into a bit of a headwind. The wind and the hills were not much of a problem today because I was not carrying anything.

I decided to try a back road rather than ride the same road into town as I did yesterday. It was a really quiet road in what seemed like a really remote place.

This is taken at the top of the hill.

On the other side there were a lot of wind turbines.

It wasn’t long before I was back in Stornoway. I had a lovely quiet afternoon revisiting Tesco’s and sitting out in the sun with my kindle. Tomorrow will not be so relaxed!