#still sorta jetlagged

[petermorwood]

Crisps / Chips again

Associated with this post, here's an artefact, two anecdotes and an opinion.

The artefact is a slightly dented but still remarkably airtight "Charles Chips" tin.

It was bought, full, many years ago from the Vermont Country Store, from whom we subsequently bought reflll packs - given their size, "sacks" would be more accurate - which were shipped to Ireland in sturdy cardboard boxes.

VCS no longer carry Charles Chips in either tin or refill. I know. I checked. BUT...

The Charles Chips company, which per Wikipedia was doing just fine in 1990 then got sold and went bankrupt twice in less than three years (gosh!) is Back In Business, and note has been taken, with considerable interest - oh, you bet - that they do international shipping...

*****

Anecdote No. 1 is from when @dduane lived in Bala Cynwyd near Philadelphia, in what was known as "The House of Dangerously Single Women" (ahem). She tells me that the household used to get Charles Chips delivered to the door about twice a week, by the company's own vans.

Speaking as a long-time crisp fan, I found that both very neat and a source of mild envy. :->

Anecdote No. 2 is from 30-ish years ago, when we were in New York for something or other and, being rather jetlagged with our internal food clocks out of whack, did our usual thing and went out for a walk.

Curiously enough, this involved visiting several food stores and supermarkets where we bought a lot of Interesting Foreign or Much Missed (i.e. American, in both instances) junk food for grazing on back in our hotel room.

In one of them DD was about to lay claim to a huge bag of Wise potato chips (its bag would have been the design in the middle)...

...while nattering to one of the shop staff how much she missed them. He told her that a new delivery was expected in about 20 minutes and if she wanted to wait, she'd get much fresher chips.

And So It Came To Pass.

Well done, that guy!

*****

Finally, while Saratoga Springs may have been where potato crisps / chips were popularised, standardised, commercialised or whatever, it's definitely not where they were invented.

Even the oft-repeated "creation myth" frequently has its hard-to-please celebrity demanding to have his potatoes sliced and fried really thin "The Way I Had Them In France" - which kinda sorta suggests they were, um, being made there just like that well before the Saratoga thing happened.

Myths are okay, even marketing myths - so long as they're recognised as myths and not shilled as true by places with reputations like the Smithsonian.

*****

It's a bit like the still-current nonsense about spices being used in medieval kitchens to disguise bad meat. As far as I've been able to find out, this originated with a historian called J. C. Drummond in the late 1930s - yup, just before World War Two - simply because he didn't know his period terminology.

"Green" meant fresh - even nowadays, an inexperienced or immature person is "green" - so green cheese was newly made, and green meat was newly slaughtered, unaged and consequently tough and flavourless.

Just ask any steak fan the difference between a fresh steak and a 30-day dry aged one.

Drummond, in his overspecialised-scholarship wisdom, assumed that "green venison" meant meat which had gone off, and that a recipe to improve it with spices was to cover the bad smell and taste.

In fact it was somewhere between a marinade and a rub, meant to improve the tenderness and flavour of fresh meat as if it had aged for a while, thus shortening the waiting time between killing a beast and getting it to the table of a hungry court.

As I've said before, it's always easier for no-proofs-given pop history to dismiss medieval people as (insert derogatory observation here) than take the time needed to explain why and how they in their time were not that different to us in ours.

*****

PS: when looking for that previously posted stuff about green meat I found a post where, with even less evidence than Saratoga Springs inventing crisps, a Brit poster claimed Brits invented curry.

Snrk.

Among other more or less pertinent observations, I mentioned that what Brits invented was BRITISH curry, and anyone who has read "Nanny Ogg's Cookbook" will know what I meant by that... :->

#food and drink #snack foods #nostalgia #anecdotage #Charles Chips #Wise Potato Chips #Nanny Ogg's Cookbook #GNU Terry Pratchett

[melukonova]

my college experience thus far!

a/n: have fun experiencing college through my eyes, major will not be specified! will definitely be a stem major though in certain scenarios

characters: haikyuu and genshin x gn! reader ; college au with iwaizumi, cyno, kuroo, tooru

warnings: mentions of rejection, these will vary in size because some of the men are not very present in my life anymore nor had a huge interaction (very short hcs because i do not interact enough with others and it shows… kidding. sorta LMAO.)

tooru - the high school best friend

it wasn’t like you guys planned to kiss while watching anime on a saturday night during hanging out

you weren’t a rebound either for his last girlfriend who decided that he prioritized volleyball over him

he did his best to make sure that your friendship was his main priority which is why he always had spoiled you in silly ways, even his parents and family members took such a liking to you

you were rather enjoyable and you pushed tooru to focus on his grades but you never forced him into anything that he was not ready for

which leads back to this moment where you’re outside of your car, not expecting the night to go as it did

you guys ended up having a brief talk before a call from your parents about your curfew

tooru never ended up going to college but he supported your decision to go and let you study with him while he worked on his career for volleyball

“are you sure that you’re ready for a relationship again, tooru?”

and with a quick tilt of his head and a slight smirk as he whispered, “have i ever steered you wrong, y/n?” he smiled as he closed the distance between your lips again before opening your car door, “see you tomorrow.”

iwaizumi - your first college best friend

you two had gotten paired up with two other individuals in your group, it was all your first class together in college. everything is new and different, jetlag included for some (iwaizumi)

he ended up falling asleep and missing an 8 am class, big mistake for this huge group project that you all had made. luckily, you got his instagram account.

it was surprisingly empty on his account so you could not figure out much about him but he had responded later on in the evening to your surprise which blossomed a very close bond between the two of you…

though only just being friends could not only be enough for you, he was everything that you could ever imagine and more as a partner.

after thinking on it enough, one day you decided to tell him how you feel to see if it had been reciprocated.

sure enough, iwaizumi needed time... and you were okay with that. you knew giving him time would be what was best for you both. luckily your friendship had survived it.

after enough time, he finally approached you in person and asked if you would like to hang out and walk around campus.

and eventually, he asked you out to dinner to your favorite restaurant on campus… the food court where you both made it official.

kuroo- we have chemistry together

this guy…

you met him in your chemistry lab together, he made a small comment in your direction about titrations since you could not get the water to be a light pink color. he still wore this devilish smirk on his face as he looked in your direction.

clearly he was messing with you, though bokuto also had been in for it as well… that poor guy had to deal with kuroo constantly.

he managed to make you laugh though on several occasions. you both eventually ended up studying together because of this, it was never intentional how you fell for him.

boy was it a slow play of his, several semesters had passed and you two had several occasions where he eventually started to play a game to see when you would text back since you had been so busy with work yourself.

eventually, you both started to text more and more…

random conversations would come up like “is it gay if you kiss the homies goodnight when they wear socks but you don’t?”

you managed to morph yourself into his friend group, getting all their approval. somehow, they planned to get you two together.

your new friends and you had managed to get a table at a restaurant for ramen. it was rather delicious and the noodles tasted fresh before he jokingly asked you what is the most cliche date ever. though, what you didn’t realize — was he was actually asking you out…

“let’s go to the aquarium, i can tell you the chemistry of how things work there. so how about it?”

dumbfounded. all you could say was sure before waiting for a few other hangouts before your eventual ‘date’. you needed confirmation so you didn’t accidentally find yourself falling for a man who didn’t love you back.

“kuroo… are you asking me out on an actual date?”

“do you want it to be?” there was no hesitation in his words as he picked out another awful outfit for your guys’ date. it would be rather ridiculous to be this dressed up for an aquarium.

and that’s how you managed to get your first kiss stolen.

cyno - a pokemon nerd

you two had met in your recent physics class, you both had failed miserably on your first exam.

“did you get higher than a 0.3?”

“no…”

did anybody??? no. the average was a 0.5 out of 2, a solid 25%! gross.

this exam led you two to talk more, you eventually found out how big of a closeted nerd he was. he tried his best to sound cool in front of you but he forgot about all of that when you mentioned the words ‘pokemon tcg’.

you opened up a can of worms that you hadn’t even realized existed at all… not that you weren’t a fan!

trading card games were not your forte though… you tried your best to get an understanding of how to play, he rated your deck and everything — trying to help you get a sense of the game.

eventually, you guys spent every day after the lecture together. you guys got lunch and you both were talking while playing.

though, cyno couldn’t take it anymore. he needed to call you, he needed to talk. he just needed somebody to hear him out

or so you thought…

he just needed you to hear him out.

“y/n, i can’t shake this feeling that you’re meant to be my player two. there’s something here and i want to pursue it with you, if you’ll let us.”

screaming, literally screaming internally. was he that sleepy? but you heard correctly.

“y/n? did i lose you? was that too forward?” he wanted to make a pun to stop the awkward tension until he heard you speak up.

“how could i cy-no when i feel the same?” you guys were both laughing before you got in your car and started driving to him as you guys called. a simple ice cream date, he said… yet all of these puns about ice cream were NOT on the agenda from what you thought it would be…

“my favorite day of the week is sunday. do you get it? it’s because-”

“you can have sundaes? it always makes me melt to be with you.” he was caught off guard.

perhaps it was an (n)ice day for you both…

melukonova, 2023. 𓂃 ☄︎

#haikyuu #genshin impact #genshin #gi #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #tooru oikawa #oikawa x reader #hq kuroo #hq x you #hq #hq oikawa #hq iwaizumi #genshin cyno #cyno fluff #cyno x you #cyno x y/n #smash bros (🌿)

[neonnovember]

Currently alone in a hotel room halfway across the world from where I live . It’s 5:50 AM and I’ve been up for an hour (some sorta jetlag fuckery) and I am listening to Elliot Smith and Sufjan Stevens and everything is so still and for this moment - however brief it may be - I am so filled with love for everything ever :3

#parameter expansion #pepsi sayz #the only point in me posting this is so I can look back on it later and be like oogh that was so awesome

[boyywithluv]

3, 18, & 19? 💕 (also this is zackmartin, in case you didn’t know this is my other blog sjdjsjs)

OH HI ZELDA LWKDKSKDKD ♡ i am so bad at keeping track of usernames omg (ilybitch♡)

3. Whats your favorite fic you've written?

Oooh god, that's so hard. Right now, it's definitely one of my demon slayer ones, "Fish Out Of Water" and "Crimson Threads" both hold very special places in my heart. Like zentan and nezuzentan are definitely some of my favorite KNY ships, and i have really fond memories of writing both of those.

18. Whats one of your favorite lines you've written in a fic?

"Aren't you scared?" From "Once Bitten" is very high up there purely bc i like that scene a lot. A vampire asking their prey if they're scared in a sorta flirty way is just !!!! Skdksk

But also theres some scenes in fics i haven't posted yet that im very fond of. A few in the hazbin platonic!rainbowdust fic i wont spoil yet sksksk

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your fics

KWCKKSKWKKC for my fellow crossover shipper, i offer the tinest sunzen crumbs bc i have been slowly working on their fic in the bg—

"Do you wanna talk about it?" The small bedroom is only lite from the soft blue tint glow of the laptop. Theres boxes around the room. Its only a few, but they're still left unpacked, most of them not even opened. Its nearly 2am, but jetlag is a bitch, and Sunny isn't exactly known for his great sleeping habits. Everyone else left the call a while ago— its daytime, where they are after all. They have things to do. The only person left is Aubrey. She's lying on her front, chin on her palm. Even through the screen, he can catch the knowing glint in her eyes. "More specifically, do you wanna talk about him?"

#sky talks #kny #omori #hazbin hotel #lord thats a lot of tags whoops kekckdkfkd #mutual shenanigans #ask games #writing #Z💚

[supaishi-tanuki]

Thank god for queues lol but anyways life update: I have moved back into my old place, and between jetlags and being exhausted from traveling and then settling in, life's been wildly hectic so I wasn't able to do much turtle art for a good bit :') I'm still sorta busy + taking a break from socmed, but things next week should be back on schedule and stuff <3 ty for sticking with me so far 💜

#cinnablogs #update

[salamispots]

dogs dogs dogs dogs dog-

#muffled laughing #artists on tumblr #purely personals #comics #sequential #almost didn't see tiny dog carried by tall man sneaky sneaky #I saw so many doggssss ahhhh #lots of small white fluffy dogs #and a lot of poodly looking ones? #I also saw a lady carrying her cat in a special backpack which was sUPER CUTE #anytime I post more than once a day/consecutive-ish days I feel like I'm spamming hahha #still sorta jetlagged? gets tired and actually goes to sleep at normal night hours and not at like 6am in the morning

[whatudottu]

Today, let’s talk about Kinecelerans and their lives on Earth.

Y’all have probably noticed that these lads get a bit sick due to Earth’s slower rotation and I wanna talk about why, as well as how one can adapt and actually live in this slower world.

Starting off, I’ll talk about how Humans live on Earth for the sake of context. Or, more accurately, how we sleep. Humans have a sleep-wake cycle that matches up with the rotation of the Earth, mainly because our brains produce melatonin in the absence of light, and we have long evolved to adapt to this schedule. This is a circadian rhythm, named for being a cycle that’s approximately a day.

Approximately, you ask? Yes, our sleep-wake cycle isn’t exactly 24 hours, it’s a little more like a 24-25 hour cycle. It’s the reason why flying west gives us less jetlag than going east, because it’s better for us to lengthen or days than to cut it short. I’ve also heard at some point that it’s the reason why a shifting work schedule is better for your rhythm, but I can’t go into more detail on that front.

BUT! Kinecelerans don’t have a 24-25 hour circadian rhythm, they have whatever hour rhythm their planet rotates at. Sure, assumably they have a little leniency for a longer day, but ultimately Earth’s rotation speed is significantly slower than Kinet to the point of sickness. I may not have any numbers to talk about their specific sleep-wake cycle needs, but I will detail how it DOES make them sick instead.

If a Kineceleran were to actually try to stay awake for the Earth day, they would be awake for at least a few Kinet days. This would definitely be sleep deprivation, and if I know the internet, everyone’s had at least one day of it. The longer sleep deprivation goes on, the more side effects one has.

Referring back to Humans, this involves a lot of perceptual and cognitive distortions, with hallucinations and delusions coming in at the 4-5 day mark respectively. In terms of physical harm, lack of sleep does indeed cause a weaker immune system, because you’re not having any restorative sleep in between your bouts of wakefulness.

Not to say that Human symptoms translate exactly to Kinecelerans, but that right there is the key to this talk.

Hypothetically, though probably unrealistic, a Kinet day could very well last 1-2 hours. Though this most likely isn’t the case, a Kineceleran trying to stay awake for a full Earth day would be sleep deprived for 12-24 days in a row. This is at maximum, and sure it’s a definite stretch, but this is the primary reason why most Kinecelerans get sick from the slower rotation.

It’s not motion sickness, it’s sleep deprivation sickness.

Of course, a Kineceleran can clock off for their sleep every so often, but another problem arises. What about the production of melatonin, or some other sleep chemical that Kinecelerans may instead possess. While it could be possible that they don’t need an absence of light to activate sleep chemical production, let’s turn to the next common natural light source on Kinet.

Lightning.

Sleeping during a lightning storm, especially without a roof over one’s head, would not be evolutionary that great. Maybe instead of the light itself preventing sleep chemicals, it can be the presence of adrenaline (or, again, some equivalent) that keeps Kinecelerans awake. Naturally they’d be full of the stuff, being rather active, so typically stormy nights are troublesome for the many home grown Kinecelerans.

On Earth, after a certain time of morning, there’s a lot of activity outside. Noises and a whole heaping of lights may cause a Kineceleran to associate the hustle and bustle of Earth to the likeness of lightning storms, and their body acts as such by producing stress hormones. So even if they do catch their ‘z’s during the day, they can end up being partially sleep deprived if they didn’t catch enough of their recommended hours (and maybe minutes)

But that doesn’t mean Kinecelerans can’t overcome these issues.

Being born on Earth may help.

Helen Wheels, who we all know is a hybrid get back in your corner rooters, may still have half an inclination to sleep more often than a Human would, but she’s probably sleeping less than a Kineceleran should. Full Kinecelerans born on Earth may also adapt their sleep-wake cycle, maybe power nap when they would typically be asleep and fully clock out at night, sorta like the difference between weekdays and weekends.

Visitors and immigrants especially may also adapt too, but less in changing their cycles. No, what happens here is architecturally. Surely, no doubt, Kinecelerans would have their own ‘block-out-blinds’ over on Kinet for the especially excitable, advertised to block out the flashes of light and significant noise of the storms.

Earth may not be as bright as a flash of lighting, but the light is consistent and lasts for many Kinet days. The hustle and bustle of Earth however, is a lot quieter than a lightning bolt. Soundproof rooms with no windows (or some super intense block-out-blinds) are a Kinecelerans perfect bedroom, and allows for them to clock out whenever they need to.

Maybe occasionally they spend too long outdoors, meaning their adrenaline is still running even when they’re super tired, but isn’t it the equivalent thing for Humans and our screens?

Haha, anyway, I hope you enjoyed these thoughts.

And get your sleep too.

#kineceleran #xenobiology #vaguely #in the sense that i’m talking about their sleep-wak cycle #*wake #speaking of... #xenopsychology #ben 10 #headcanon #ramblings #unlike a lot of my thoughts this one directly relates to textbook knowledge #you know... #rather than knowledge i’ve learn secondhand #either through youtube (especially the alien planet series) #or my friend and his hyperfixation on space and especially rockets

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 25

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: honestly i know this is a boring chapter and im sorry about it.

if you want to be on the list of blogs i notify when this is updated, just message me :)

requests! : none for this chapter im sorry! i sorta needed her to come back first and... yea. keep sending them tho!

Chapter 25 : His chapter

NIALL

She didn't answer anything. I waited for hours and she didn't dare even answer anything about the video I sent her. I wish she would have at least acknowledged it. I would have been fine with a heart emoji even if I would have preferred a comment about how much she loved and missed me. But she sent nothing and it was worse than anything she could have answered.

I kept thinking about her and Dylan and it was driving me insane. In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about her on top of him, riding him and moaning his name. It was obsessing me to the point where I just wanted to take a plane to her and bring her back home with me.

I tried calling her in the afternoon but she didn't answer and although I was trying to convince myself that she was probably sleeping, I knew that it was not late enough for her to be asleep, even with the jetlag.

I waited almost 24 hours to hear from her and when my phone rang, I realized someone was trying to facetime me. I saw her face on the screen and my heart jumped so high in my chest I thought I was about to vomit it. I almost dropped my phone on my face and stopped moving before breathing in and out for a few seconds. I finally answered and my lips curled when I saw her face. Her hair was a mess, she had dark circles under her eyes and she looked exhausted.

"Hey darling, what time is it in Italy?"

She raised her nose up and groaned low. "Fuck, did I wake you up? I'm so sorry." she apologized with a grimace. "It's four in the morning here."

"No, it's okay, it's 7 pm here." I tried to reassure her and chuckled. "Actually, I didn't sleep much last night."

She frowned and tilted her head but I hesitated to tell her how I felt. I let my eyes roam on her face for a few seconds and finally sighed. I had been worried about her and clearly, I had the right to. Of course, there was more than that. I had also been scared of what she was doing, and perhaps a bit jealous, but I didn't have to mention that.

"You're already in bed?" she asked with a small smile.

"Yea, I tried to read a bit, and watch tv, but I ended up just writing a few song lyrics." I explained with a shrug.

"Are you alright?"

"Liv, you haven't given me any news since you left. I messaged you, and I tried calling, but you didn't answer." I pointed out a bit louder. "Look, I was worried, okay."

Her traits softened and she looked at me with a guilty expression.

"I'm so sorry, Niall, you're right. I've been super busy. The auditions ended late, and we have more tomorrow and an interview. After the auditions we had a meeting that lasted like 3 hours. I'm super tired. You're right though, I should have taken a few minutes to call or at least message you. Please, forgive me."

I licked my lips and sighed low. "You're okay, that's all that matters. Did you get my video?"

This time, her face completely changed and the smile she sent me was so loving, fond and soft that I couldn't help but smile too. She pressed her lips together and all I could think about was kissing her.

"I did. I had just landed and I was at the airport still." she admitted in a low voice. "I was crying and a guard came to check on me."

She let out a short embarrassed chuckle and I smiled more, raising my eyebrows. "You cried?"

Her face became more serious but her gaze was still soft. "Yes. I love you, Niall. I love you so much. I almost took a plane back to you after seeing that. I just..." she shook her head and glanced away before looking back at me. "I wish  I could have stayed with you. I wish I could be with you right now."

"Me too." I replied with a smile as she leaned against the headboard of the bed, making me frown. "Hey, where are you right now?"

She looked around herself for a few seconds and looked back in my eyes again.

"Hotel room." she shrugged, making me frown more.

"I thought you'd be at your boyfriend's apartment." I admitted blatantly, making her face change suddenly. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm good, don't worry. He's still filming and this hotel is closer to where I have to be tomorrow." she grimaced but I could feel something was wrong. "I have to be up in six hours. I'm even lucky they let me wake up so late."

I pushed away all the thoughts and questions in my head to focus on her and the time we had together instead. Of course, I was curious, but at the same time, I was not sure I wanted to know. Her marriage and her boyfriend were touchy subjects, for me but also for her, I could feel it every time one of us would mention something, and I was not in the mood to talk about that. If she wanted to discuss anything with me, though, I knew she would.

"I don't really want to hang up." I admitted with a small smile. "When are you coming back home?"

"I tried to get a flight for tomorrow night, but I got one in the middle of the night." she explained, surprising me but making her smile grow. "I just can't wait."

I remained silent for a few seconds, wondering why she was coming back so fast instead to spend time with Dylan, but I decided not to ask. It was stupid, but I didn't want to give her the idea to stay longer, and I also didn't want her to think I didn't care that she'd spend time with him. If I wanted to be honest, I also really wanted her to come back so I just smiled more.

"I think you should drop by my place, first."

She laughed this time, closing her eyes and leaning her head on the headboard as her nose raised up. It made me chuckle to see her laugh so honestly and when her eyes fluttered open, she was smirking.

"And why exactly?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "You could get naked and join me in bed. What time are you supposed to land?"

"Five in the morning." she explained with a sigh.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" I proposed, moving on my bed to lean on my pillows better.

"Naa, you don't want an other article about us, do you?" she pointed out, raising her nose up again. "I'll take a cab and give your address."

I wanted to tell her that articles about us didn't bother me and somehow, at that exact moment, it wouldn't have been a lie, but in general, yea, I hated paps and how they'd always write bullshit just to sell and get clicks.

"And then?"

"And then get naked and join you in bed." she replied with a smirk, using my own words. "You know, just thinking about it makes me horny." she added in a low tone. "And you being almost naked right now doesn't help."

I boomed out with laughter and a smirk appeared on my lips. It felt so natural to have that kind of discussion with her even if we had been separated for so long. I watched as her eyes dropped to my chest and shook my head.

"You're literally eyeing me right now, and you're not even trying to hide it." I pointed out, trying to keep my laughter in. "And you're wearing too much clothes for me to do the same."

"Mm, well, it's not my fault you're not wearing a shirt." she pointed out, not even looking in my eyes. "If you could just... move your phone a bit."

"Such a horny girl."

It made me think of that time when we were dating and I was gone in Asia with my cousins. It was the first and only time we had facetime sex and just thinking about it made my heart jump in my chest. I wanted to do it again, tell her what to do and when to do it, watch her touch herself and cum while she moaned my name.. but I knew she was tired and I didn't want to insist too much.

"Do you remember when-"

"Oh yea, oh yea I remember." she cut me, making me raise my eyebrows. "When you ran out of that bar and got back to that tiny disgusting and dark room just so we could masturbate together on the phone. I fucking remember, Niall. You made me start touching myself in the car."

"If I was there right now, I'd touch you and do all the job. You'd have nothing to do. I'd just make you cum and then you could fall asleep."

"Mm, I wish you would be here right now, then." she admitted with a yawn, squirming to lay down in bed as I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Especially that you promised me your tongue and lips between my legs. Do you know how many times I thought about it? Mm, no one tongue fucks me like you."

I laughed again. "Oh god, you've got such a filthy mouth."

"Me? More like you." she laughed too, closing her eyes. "You're gonna eat me out good next time we see each other, yea?"

"I fucking promise." I guaranteed, bringing my hand to my cock and brushing it over my boxers. "I'll make you scream."

I watched her almost fall asleep and smiled a bit but after a few seconds, I felt the words escape my lips.

"Before we hang up, petal, can you show me your tits?"

Her eyes fluttered open and she let out a short but silent laugh. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" she shook her head. "I sent you a picture of my boobs already, don't you have it anymore?"

"Of course I do! It's my phone's background!" I joked, watching her face change into terror and making me laugh. "Babe relax, I'm joking! It's just even better when it's live."

"I'm ready to give you five seconds of seeing my boobs but in exchange, I want you to stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep."

My traits softened and I sent her a small smile. I would have agreed with that against nothing at all, just because I loved the fact that she felt safe with me, and because I missed her.

"Mm, okay, five seconds of seeing them, and five more while you touch them."

She chuckled and shook her head before putting her phone away. All I could see was the ceiling for a few seconds but when she put her phone back, she had taken her shirt off and was now laying under the sheets. My eyes quickly found her breasts and my lips curled slightly.

"Is it cold there?" I asked, amused.

"It is, you little fucker."

I laughed again and she finally moved her phone up, making me groan. "You promised me five more of touching them."

"I'm touching them."

"But I can't see!" I argued, making her laugh.

"You didn't specify that."

I groaned and grimaced before using puppy eyes while staring at her. Her eyes were half-closed and I knew she was going to fall asleep soon.  She chuckled and rolled her eyes and I was glad I didn't even have to beg her. She moved her phone farther and I saw her fingers rub gently against her nipples. I was about to ask her to grab her tits harder but she just did it and I let out a short curse word as I gripped the sheets of my bed.

"Fuck you make me so hard." I whispered right before she started giggling like a school girl.

"I remember before we dated, you said you were too old to get hard just by the sight of boobs." she told me. "I guess that's not true anymore, if it ever was."

"Darling, it's not just boobs. It's you, touching and grabbing your boobs, and making all these sexy little sounds, I bet you don't even realize it. Fuck yea, you make me hard. I want to tap my cock on them until it's hard enough to wreck you."

She rubbed her eyes with her free hand and whimpered low before grabbing the blankets of the bed and pulling them over her shoulders. She turned around and leaned the phone on a pillow while grabbing the other one and cuddling it.

"Mm, well, maybe you can do that when I get back." she proposed in a mumble. "You can even do that while I'm sleeping if it turns you on."

“I’ll remember that.” I chuckled and watched her lips part slightly and her eyes close. She looked peaceful but I knew that in less than a minute, she was going to be snoring. "Hey, petal." I whispered.

"Mm?"

"I'm in love with you." I added, seeing the left corner of her lips move up slightly. "Goodnight, darling."

                                                 ---

I woke up horribly early just to be sure I wouldn't miss her interview. She had sent me a link and I just stayed in bed, still half-sleep, thinking that I'd just get a few more hours of sleep when it would be over but when I saw her appear on the screen with a big smile, I felt suddenly completely awake.

I had stayed about fifteen minutes just looking at her the night before while she was sleeping and just like I thought, she had been snoring, her face all pressed on the pillow and even if it had made me smile, it was crazy how endeared I had been. If I was not sure she was the only girl I would ever want to spend my life with already, after that it was impossible to have any doubt left. Of course, I didn't need anything to convince me that we were meant to be, but these simple reminders of how much I loved her and everything she did were good and comforting.

She started answering questions about why she was in Italy, and how the auditions were going, and I couldn't help but think it felt weird to watch my best friend being interviewed on a tv show. It made me realize that it was probably how she felt the first few times she saw me on tv and it felt weird to have the roles reversed for once.

"Did you have time to visit? Or do you plan on doing it later?"

She smiled and it made me smile too. "I didn't really have time and I have a flight back home tonight, so I probably won't have time but it's so beautiful here, at least from what I was able to see from my hotel room windows or from the short drives around." she chuckled. "I will definitely come back to visit. With someone, perhaps."

I grabbed my phone and quickly sent her a text message.

'I'll bring you to Italy to visit. I'll bring you anywhere you want to go.'

I put my phone away and looked as she reached for her pocket and it made me hold my breath. She was not supposed to bring her phone but she had and even worse, it seemed like it was on vibe. I let out a chuckle and shook my head. She was never really the type to follow the rules anyway.

"A few weeks ago there were pictures of Niall Horan and you coming out of a movie theater together and all the rumors about you two dating again appeared online." the man whom's name I forgot asked as Olivia nodded. "Neither of you denied or attested the rumors but you two are talking again which is a big deal. You hadn't been seen together since your break up back in november 2016."

"Uhm, yea well, we both moved to California and we met randomly and... you know, when someone has been your best friend for two decades, it's hard to just.. couper les ponts you know, cut the ties?" she let out, raising her eyebrows. "Niall was part of my every day life, I even went on the last One Direction tour with him, so to cut him from my life du jour au lendemain... it was not easy. It was sudden, and it was tough. For both of us. So yea, we talk again."

"I noticed that you add a lot of french words and expressions when you talk and I know you're from France but you've lived in Ireland most of your life so you know all of this in english."

"Mm, yea but french comes to me very easily. I talk to my parents a lot, especially recently, so I guess I'm just mixing both languages." she admitted with a laugh. "I'm sorry, I know it's bit annoying."

"Endearing." I corrected her in a whisper even if she couldn't hear me.

"No no, not at all." the interviewer argued. "How many seasons did you plan for this show?"

She answered the questions like a champ but I was surprised that there had been no question about her wedding or her boyfriend. They normally like to get into things like that and I thought that maybe she had specified that she didn't want questions about that. However, I would think if that was the case, she would have also told them not to ask her about me and yet, they did, and she didn't seem pissed.

I didn't mind that they asked about me much and her answer was great. I had never stopped myself from mentioning my friends in interviews when people asked, I just didn't like talking about who I was dating or who my songs were about specifically. After all, when people ask questions about that, they just want to know who you're shagging, and my sex life, along with my romantic one, was no one's business.

The tv show lasted about ten more minutes and a few minutes after it ended, I heard my phone and grabbed it, smiling again when I realized that the first thing she did was answer my text.

'The truth is, Niall, that I'll follow you anywhere you want to go. Whether it's Italy, space, or that big ass couch of yours. Lead me. I'm right behind.'

                                                          ---

We spend the afternoon texting each other back and forth and I knew she would be in deep shit if anyone realized she was distracted. It was still an audition afternoon and evening for her and she had mentioned that she wouldn't be able to sleep before getting on the plane, which would mean she would most likely be exhausted when she'd get back. Sleeping on a plane was never nice or reviving, and I knew what I was talking about.

As I was waiting for her answer, I started checking online to see if there were comments about her interview or if there were new pictures of her that had appeared online. The first article that popped, however, was about her boyfriend, and I almost skipped it until I read the title. I scrolled back up and clicked on it only to see a picture of Dylan appear. He was with some girl I didn't know and they were dangerously close to each other. Of course, it was just a picture, and it wouldn't be the first time paps would fool us into believing crap. Sometimes, just the angle of the picture could make you believe things and I was hoping this picture was no exception. I stared at it for a few seconds before reading parts of the articles and grimacing. I couldn't just send that to Olivia and ruin her trip and I just decided to ignore it. Perhaps I could tell her later, when she'd be back, but I still was not sure.

I jumped when I got her reply but smiled quickly when I realized it was a selfie. She had her tongue out, her nose up in a grimace, and was literally doing the 'rock and roll' sign with her fingers. The caption said 'I'm coming home babey!' and I started laughing. I put my phone away and took a selfie as I was laying on the couch and just wrote 'I'm waiting for you' before quickly sending her.

She arrived in the middle of the night. At first, I was not sure what had woken me up and I just groaned and squirmed in bed, grabbing a pillow and pulling it close to me, my arms tight around it, but I heard an other thud and forced myself to open my eyes. It only took half a minute to see a shadow walk in my room and I stared at her as I saw her take her shirt and pants off quickly. I moved in bed to give her space and let out a short groan.

"I missed you, pet."

She moved closer and pressed her cold body against mine, my lips curling more when I realized she was completely naked and I suddenly regretted keeping my boxers on.

"How was your flight?"

"Mm, long and loveless." she complained, making me chuckle low.

I brought my lips to hers and kissed her gently before brushing them down her neck as my arm wrapped around her and pulled her closer.

"I'll give you love, angel." I whispered, running my hand on her back, feeling her soft but cold skin.

"What kind?" she just asked with a chuckle.

"Cuddles and caresses for now." I replied in a murmur. "Sweet sex in the morning."

"You know exactly what I want, at all times, don't you?" she replied just as low, making me smile as I kept my eyes closed.

She smelled good despite spending 13 hours on a plane and I wondered how it was even possible. I wanted to ask her if she had stopped at her place first or if she at least had spent some time in the bathroom to clean but I was too tired and I just kissed her shoulder before laying my head on the pillow again.

"Don't leave again, okay?." I muttered randomly. "Losing you is not an option."

She wasn't answering and with all the strength I still had, I once again forced my eyes open only to meet hers. She was sending me a small smile, her eyes also half-opened, and I smiled back slightly at her with a soft gaze.

"I'm definitely adding that to a song." I pointed out before she could answer, making her laugh.

"I'm not leaving, Niall." she just let out after a few minutes of silence. "I missed you too."

I tried to squeeze her in my arms but failed miserably. I was too tired to be strong but she seemed to appreciate the gesture. She chuckled and kissed my chin, sliding one of her legs between mine. My mind was too numb to think but I breathed in only to smell her again. My whole body was exhausted but I tried to fight slumber just to appreciate having her in my arms again, as if she had been gone for months and not just for literally two days. A bunch of things we had talked about came back to my mind and I just couldn't wait to have an other talk with her.

"You're not right behind me, Olivia." I mumbled with difficulty.

"Mm?"

"Earlier, in a text message, you said you'd follow me anywhere, that you were right behind me." I explained until I felt her fingertips brush along my spine. "You're not behind, you're right next to me. I'm holding your hand. I'm not going to lead you. We'll walk together, make decisions together, we'll take every step together, Olivia. Neither of us is leading or following. We're together."

"The dream team." she whispered before biting her bottom lip.

"The dream team. The only team that matters. You and me. Against the world." I pointed out with a smile before she repeated my words like an echo.

"You and me."

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Unexpected Pt.1

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↬ Summary: You never expected your trip to Seoul to end up like it does. You didn’t expect to step off the plane and have coffee pour down your shirt. You also didn’t expect the guy to offer to show you around the city. You notice things about him that don’t quite make sense, like how he shows interest but will only see you when he has the time which is at random hours during the day and night. Who knew your only friend in Seoul would turn out to be an international star and just how difficult things could get.

↬ Word Count: 1.6k

↬ Warning: None

↬ Genre: Romance/Friendship

↬ Part: 1 | 2 |

You walked through the airport relieved that you were finally off that stuffy plane and you could stretch your legs. You were excited that you had planned to stay in Seoul for a few months as a present to yourself for finally finishing your degree and getting a minor in Korean Studies will definitely make this trip more memorable. You noticed the huge rush of people headed to the baggage claim so you decided to take a detour and wait for the chaos to die down.

You saw a Starbucks tucked away in the corner so you decided that after being on a cramped flight for hours and the jetlag you knew was going to hit you in a few hours you decided getting a large coffee was probably a good idea. You walked over to the counter and waited behind the person in front of you. You were glancing at your phone when you felt someone bump you and then liquid completely soak your shirt.

“Oh my god!” you used your free hand to pull the shirt away from your body as it was soaked with scaling liquid that you assumed was most likely coffee. You heard a cuss in Korean as you dropped your carry on and tossed your phone on top of it so you could use both hands to hold your shirt away from you and search for some napkins.

Napkins appeared in your eye sight and you grabbed them with a quick thank you and started dabbing at your shirt. You knew your favorite shirt was ruined and your annoyance crept up within you despite the fact you tried to force yourself to understand that it was accident. “This is a great way to start my trip.” you grumbled to yourself.

“I am so sorry.” you heard in a muffled korean accent and you looked up to see dark eyes staring at you. His nose and mouth were covered with a black mask.

You sighed and walked over to the trash can and threw the soaked napkins away, “It’s fine.”

“I can replace?” he asked stumbling just a little over the words. You assumed that he probably wasn’t fluent in English.

“No it’s fine.” you told him, switching to Korean.

You saw his eyes light up and he seemed relieved. “Please let me replace it. It’s my fault. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention because I was tired.”

You could see the exhaustion in his eyes in the little bit of his face you could see. “It’s okay, I know the feeling. I just got off a sixteen hour flight.”

“Ma’am are you going to order?” The barista asked interrupting your conversation.

“Umm, yeah. Just a large black coffee.” You bent down to grab your wallet from your bag.

“Please, let me.” You looked up and he was pulling out his wallet and handed the girl cash.

“Thanks.” you muttered softly and picked up your bag. You saw a bathroom off to the side and decided you should probably change your shirt. “I’m going to go change, but I appreciate the coffee.”

You saw him hesitate, “I’ll hold your coffee until you come back.”

“Thank you.” you gave him a small smile and headed towards the bathroom with your bag swung over your shoulder. You grabbed the biggest stall and dropped your bag. You opened it and tried to find a suitable shirt that wouldn’t be too revealing. You were planning on going shopping once you got here because you didn’t want to check in a bag and have to wait for baggage claim, so all you really had was a plain white oversized shirt. You grimaced but knew that you didn’t really have a choice because all you had left were tank tops. You stripped the shirt off and slipped the oversized shirt over your head. On your way out you threw you favorite shirt in the trash knowing that it was ruined.

When you stepped back out into the open airport you glanced to your left and saw the guy was sitting at a table with two coffees in hand. You made your way over and set your bag on the ground and took a seat at the table. He slid the coffee over to you and you gladly accepted it. You took a cautioned sip and smiled at the taste. “This tastes much better than it being on my shirt.” You saw his cheeks go pink and you gave him a small smile, “I’m kidding.” He visibly relaxed. You noticed that he was very reserved and not too talkative and he would occasionally glance around.

“You don’t have to sit with me, I’m sure you have places to go and people to see.” You gave him a true smile. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Do you live here or are you visiting?” He asked kindly ignoring your attempt to let him leave..

“Umm, visiting sorta? I’m going to be here for a few months but I haven’t found an apartment or anything so its cheap hotel living until I do.”

“Have you been to Seoul before?”

You shook your head, “No, but I’ve always wanted to visit. I just graduated with a minor in Korean Studies and I thought I would celebrate with a trip to Seoul.”

“You’re very good at speaking korean.” you could see the smile grace his face under the mask as he bowed his head slightly.

“Thanks.” You felt your cheeks flush. There was an awkward pause between the two of you, “I should probably get going and try to find a cheap hotel around here.” you stood up and grabbed your bag. He stood up with you and you took that as a sign that he was going to leave as well. “Thanks again for the coffee.” you raised your cup to him and smiled. You only got a few steps before you felt a hand lightly grab your arm stopping you in your tracks. You looked at him and he dropped his hand quickly and blushed.

“Would you maybe want a tour of Seoul?” he asked nervously.

You looked at him and he seemed so nervous and you couldn’t really understand why, “You really don’t have to.” you said softly.

“I want to.”

You nodded, “Okay. Sure.”

“I have practice until eight, do you think you would still be up for it around nine?”

You knew it was a little late and you were going to be incredibly jet lagged but you could help but agree. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to agree to meet a guy you barely knew at night, but if you kept in the city you figured you would probably be safe. “Yeah of course.”

This time you could definitely see the smile as his whole face lifted, “Can you meet me here?”

“Sure, do you want to just text me when you’re done?” You started to bend down to get your phone.

“Can we just meet here at nine please?” He stopped you.

You sat back up and nodded, “Sure.”

He stood up, “Okay, I’ll see you then.” He bowed towards you and turned around and left.

You found that last exchange a little odd but you pushed it away thinking that maybe it was a cultural thing you didn’t know about. You knew that skin on skin touching wasn’t something that happened, which you knew is probably why he dropped his hand so quickly. You took a long sip of your coffee and frowned a little when you realize it had gotten cold. You sighed and stood up and threw the  cup in the trash while you grabbed your bag and headed out of the airport in search of one crappy hotel room.

You had managed to find a semi decent hotel about a thirty minute train ride out of the city so you would be lying if part of you said you wanted to go meet the guy from earlier, but you pushed through your tiredness and the urge to be lazy and got back on the train. Once you were back in the city you were captivated by how bright and colorful it was. Part of you was shocked by just how busy it was considering it was nine at night on a weekday.

You made your way into the airport and headed towards the Starbucks you had met him at earlier. You were surprised to see him already sitting there with two coffees in hand. You walked up to him and smiled, “I like this meeting much more than the first.” you realized that you had started talking in english and grimace, “Sorry, habit.” you said switching to Korean.

You heard him laugh softly and he stood handing you the coffee. He was still wearing the mask but he was in different clothes and looked to have showered, “It is okay. I can speak some.” he replied to you in english with a few quick pauses. You knew the struggle with foreign languages.

“We can talk in korean, I need to keep practicing anyways.” you replied.

“You’re very good.”

You blushed, “Thanks. So, you promised me a tour…where are we going?”

You could see the smile on his face even behind the mask. Sometimes it was a little difficult to hear what he was saying but you figured there was probably a reason he was keeping it on and you didn’t want to be rude and ask. “I’m going to take you to a few of my favorite places if that’s okay.” You nodded and he gestured with his free hand for you to walk in front of him.

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[lyricalt]

[ovw] House Rules (2/??)

Rating: T Characters: Jesse McCree, Gabriel Reyes. (More cast to come.) Summary: An AU where McCree joins Blackwatch after Genji.  Everything is mostly the same, just a little bit worse.

[part 1] | [part 2] | [part 3]

McCree wasn’t allowed to know where exactly Blackwatch’s main headquarters were just yet, but he got the feeling he was no longer in America, judging from the full day on a silent aircraft. The situation itself was entertaining to him. He had never been out of the country before. The hallway signs were written in three languages—English, Chinese, and Russian—and the personnel that oversaw his transportation were too diverse to label a nationality on them all.

McCree got the rest of the night to himself, alone in a sparse room he figured that was going to be his. A bed, a closet, a desk with a chair. The door wasn’t locked and opened at his touch. McCree stared out the open hallway for a moment before closing the door and turning back to his room. He tossed his duffle bag to the side, soft contents thumping against the wall of the small closet, kicked off his boots, and took a nap on the bed.

Reyes came to collect him in the early morning, knocking on the door while at the same time sending a quick chirp through McCree’s comm. McCree glanced at the door, surprised by the courtesy, or the attempt at one. He pulled himself up, grabbed his boots from the floor, and opened the door.

“Slept well? Great. Let’s go,” Reyes said, not looking the least bit jetlagged, and waited for McCree to stomp his feet back into his boots before setting out. He gestured towards a painted symbol on at the corner of one of the doorways. “Welcome to Blackwatch, by the way.”

McCree surmised that the entire group itself was a small bunch. Just how small, he wasn’t really sure but he got an inkling of it when Reyes personally lead him around the base, pointing out the important rooms like the mess hall, the rest of the living quarters, and the communal bathrooms (which Reyes let him have a generous ten minutes to wash up while being briefly pulled away on urgent matters)—all underground, judging from the lack of windows. Occasionally there was a skylight on the ceiling, too high to reach for anyone unless they were twenty feet tall, and all bolted to boot.

The entire underground base was spacious, with a dozen exit signs McCree wasn’t able to pass through without the right clearance card and passcode and retina scan. Fair enough. If Reyes wanted the impression that McCree wouldn’t be able to run any time soon, he was wasting his time. McCree was well aware of his position and wasn’t looking to compromise it just yet. He could only be glad that he was no longer confined to a cell, though it came as a small surprise that he was allowed into places like the gun range and sparring rooms.

Not many people they ran into wore the Blackwatch patch on their uniform. The majority of the personnel had Overwatch’s symbol tucked in a discreet spot on their clothing. McCree glanced at Reyes’ shoulder patch, which was very easy to see for a secret covert ops division.

“It’s sorta like a scarlet letter,” Reyes had joked when he caught McCree toying with the sleeve of his new jacket.

“Never read the book,” McCree replied dryly.

“Neither did I,” Reyes said, and opened the door to a room that looked way too much like a classroom for McCree’s liking.

Shelves with books, rows of tables facing a board, tablets at each seat. There were already a few people inside, giving both Reyes and McCree curious glances before shrugging their presence off. Students, McCree thought with a genuine flash of horror.

“You’re not seriously gonna make me read it, are you?” he asked, half-joking.

Reyes let out a short laugh. “No. But you can still think of it as your first day of school.”

“Ugh,” said McCree, moving into the classroom. He brushed his hand over one of the tablets and it blinked back a syllabus at him. He stared at it in despair, but at the same time he wasn’t very shocked by it.

He had doomed himself two weeks ago by revealing that his skillset not only included waving a gun around, but also bargaining and parsing field information. And also surviving with whatever means he had. These skills, McCree guessed, were probably pretty useful to have as a spy and scout. Which meant formal training. Military.

His realization and dislike must have shown on his face. Reyes gave a hard but oddly encouraging clap on his shoulder, startling McCree.

“Relax. We’re not gonna make you march in place or yell your yessirs and no-sirs. Opposite of that, actually. We just need you to get down the basics so you don’t go embarassing or killing yourself.”

“Gee, thanks,” McCree said, sarcastic, and took his seat. Front of the class, center chair, just to see Reyes’ reaction.

Reyes’ brow lifted. He looked a little impressed or at the very least, amused.

With that in mind, McCree slumped all the way down in his chair, one leg sprawled out, far enough to force anyone walking in front of him to either sidestep or hop over his foot—or kick it out of the way, but McCree knew how to put on a mean look to discourage the idea. He only wished he still had his spurs.

And if the whole thing made him look like a petulant delinquent, he didn’t care. Reyes was going to confine him to a classroom, so McCree was going to act just how he would in classroom.

“Hey, new guy. That’s my spot.”

McCree glanced at the stranger, some part of his still carrying the same habit of peering up from the brim of his hat. Of course, he didn’t have his hat anymore, but he made do. He grinned, winningly and charmingly.

“Fuck off, I’m here to learn,” said McCree, looking at the stranger, but also keeping an eye on Reyes. “And this seat’s the best in the house for me to do it, try-hard.”

The student opened his mouth, closed it, and looked back at Reyes. “Commander?”

Reyes shrugged.

“He’s got a lot to catch up on. Let him have it,” he said, walking up to them to pull back the kid.

Then, with a deliberate look at McCree, Reyes kicked McCree’s protruding leg, so hard it made McCree’s knee bend on instinct, and Reyes caught his ankle in a crushing grip and gave it a sharp tug.

The strength behind the pull made McCree more confused than hurt when he scrambled to get a hold of his chair, trying to avoid being yanked under the table. His head bumped hard against the backrest, ass halfway to the ground before he was able to catch himself and push back into his chair.

No one laughed like McCree thought they would, but there was an expectant air in the room. Not quite discipline, or fear, or respect. Just an absence of shock.

“Be in the west training room at 1600 hours,” said Reyes told him, already heading out the door.

McCree’s mouth twisted. “Yes, sir.”

[part 1] | part 2  | [part 3]

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[thegrandtortoise]

How to completely obliterate your jetlag:

Allright, story time. I’m going to tell you how I totally avoided what should have been a 12 hour time difference jetlag.

So, the thing is, I live in the Pacific NW (GO Seahawks!). Me and my parents were taking a trip to India to see all my relatives, and there aren’t many direct flights from here to India. As a result, we always do a little layover- sometimes in Europe, once in Korea, once in Singapore. This year, we took Emirates, so the layover was in Dubai (beautiful city, hot as an oven. Would 100% recommend). 

Since our layover was in Dubai, we decided to stay for a couple days, as a little mini vacation. 

Now I know some of you little weaklings are all like “OMG, an EIGHT HOUR flight? How am I going to survive? I’ll die!!”

Bitch, this was a 14 hour flight.

FOURTEEN FUCKTASTIC HOURS.

So yeah. Our flight from Seattle was at 2:00 pm, so naturally, I woke up at eight am, while my parents were going absolutely hysterical doing last minute packing and cleaning and shit. (Not to mention, the three of us had stayed up until like 12 am packing.) 

After my parents were done yelling at each other and trying to make sure I didn’t look like a total mess, the shuttle guy arrived and we all hauled our asses into the van and collapsed.

We got to the airport, we checked in, got to our gate, I had a delicious cinnamon roll, blah blah blah.

And then we got on the plane. Now mind you, it had been about two years since I had been on a plane, and I really love flying, so I was super pumped. I was doing what all teens do on an airplane- checking out the magazines and the movies, figuring out how the weird headphones worked (mine didn’t, so I stole my dad’s pair), and getting all snuggly with the blanket and pillows they provided. I was ready to go.

A lot of people hate long flights, but I like them. Idk why.

Anyway, we were on the runway in no time, and in the air. Everyone around me was settling in- picking a nice movie to watch, maybe getting in a nap before they served dinner, whatever. I’m not sure exactly what I decided to do, but I think I was probably screwing around with a little tv/computer thing on the seat in front of me.

Fast forward a couple hours. I’d watched half of Boss Baby, and gotten bored just as the villain was introduced. I’d picked at the gross airplane food (I always only eat the fruits and the dessert. The main course usually sucks.)

(oh ew ew ew ew I’m super sick right now, and I just turned to sneeze and a huge glob of snot landed on the arm of my chair)

Anyway, the flight attendants had turned the lights down, and a lot of people were getting pretty sleepy, including my parents. Me? Not so much. Feeling unsatisfied with Boss Baby, I put on Beauty and the Beast, hoping that some Emma Watson would satiate my need for a good airplane movie.

I didn’t work. I became bored pretty quickly, and the most horrible thing was that the dryness of the airplane air was getting to my skin. It was the first time that I really had a problem with the airplane air, and it was really uncomfortable. 

At some point, my mom woke up and told me to go to sleep, and I tried, really I tried, but I couldn’t get over the air. I put in my headphones and tried listening to some nice, lullaby type music, but even that didn’t work. Eventually, I just gave up and started watching The Princess and the Frog.

Bet you can’t guess how long that lasted.

Fifteen minutes. Yep.

Disney was failing me that day.

I spent the rest of the ‘dark/sleepy/or whatever” time just people watching. It’s actually pretty fun to see what other people are watching, especially if they’ve got subtitles on. 

Fast forward again. I made it to the last maybe three hours of the flight, and still no sleep. I’d picked through two more crappy meals (again with the fruit and the dessert). Determined to get at least one good movie into this hell of a flight, I turned to my good friend J.K Rowling, and put on Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them to watch for the second time (the first time was in the theater, if you were wondering. I actually just watched it for the third time yesterday on DVD). I was not failed.

I got through the whole movie, and my dad was rolling his eyes the whole time (he doesn’t understand!!). Then it was time for landing. Now, usually, I have no problem with the altitude drop/increases. My wonderful mom had always said, when you’re taking off or landing, during the whole time the altitude is changing, swallow your spit. Suck on a hard candy to get the saliva going, but basically swallowing your spit helps your ears adjust to the altitude. It’s sorta hard to explain, but I’m sure there’s science behind it.

For some reason, I decided to NOT follow this advice that day, and I deeply regretted it.

I spent the whole landing time with my head in my mom’s lap, my hands clamped over my ears, whimpering like a five year old.

So we landed, and it was getting pretty late in Dubai when we landed. The combined effort of getting out of the airport and getting to our hotel was one hour, and I was ready to collapse when we got to our room.

But no. One of my dad’s college friends who had settled in Dubai had graciously showed up and offered to take us to dinner. I really had wanted to just go to sleep, but my parents forced me out of the hotel and made me eat something.

(TBH, what I had was really good. Like, heavenly good. We had gone out for Indian food, because my mom was craving some authentic Indian food after the airplane crap, and I had a humongous ghee dosa, and if you don’t know what that is then you haven’t lived yet. Just look it up. I was basically delirious now, and I’m pretty sure my dad’s friend thought I was crazy, because I basically inhaled the whole thing, which was probably about two feet long. Just look at the picture and imagine.)

We finished dinner, and went back to the hotel, where I collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

Alright. Time for some math, children.

8 am to 2 pm= 6 hours.

A 14 hour flight

 About 2 hours in Dubai before I was allowed to go to sleep.

Add it all together: a grand total of 22 HOURS.

I did not sleep for almost a full day and night. My body was dead by the time we got to Dubai, and this was the key- I was actually sleepy when I was supposed to be sleepy. 

I had no problem with jet lag for the four days we were in Dubai, and the extra two hour time difference in India was a simple adjustment.

AND THAT IS HOW, BOYS AND GIRLS, I COMPLETELY OBLITERATED MY JET LAG.

I hope that was entertaining. I will stop rambling now. I hope you understand how you can get rid of your jet lag, and if you don’t then ask someone to explain, because my immune system has gone AWOL and I need to find it before I die of snot and chicken soup.

K bye.

#jetlag #airplanes #food #sleepy #sick #movies #beat your jetlag #sleep #tired #time difference #im dying #it took an hour to write this #so please read it #and reblog #and like #or not #i don't really care #i need to stop #bye #long post #sorry

[umichenginabroad]

Everything changes over time, so we must treasure the happy moments before us

My flights were pretty crazy the other day. I missed my flight to Japan due to a delay from my connection flight so I had to reschedule to fly to Korea, then Japan. So I ended up landing at 9pm instead of 3pm. Not the best way to start a journey, but certainly was interesting. The Seoul airport was nice, looked like an outlet mall.

I've never had a huge city experience, so I can't really make a good comparison. Even late at night at 11pm, the trains and subways were crazy busy and packed full. Compared to Ann Arbor, Nagoya has a lot more life to it.

Even though I rode on a couple trains to get to the hotel, I won't count that towards bingo because it was unfulfilling: too dark to see and was tired from spending more than 15 hours in the air. So nothing to cross out yet for bingo.

Stayed in a hotel for the first night in Japan; we'll take a charter bus to the dorms in the morning followed by orientation and a tour of the university. Here's a view from my room in the morning. It's like 5am and the sun is already up.

After the night at the hotel, we took a bus to the dorms we'll be staying at for the rest of the program. We under went the rest of our registration process which involved orientation regarding housing. Did you know? The Japanese, Nagoya especially, take garbage sorting very seriously; separating burnables, plastics, bottles, cardboard, glass, etc. There's about 6 different trashcans in our kitchen. After housing orientation was free time for the rest of the day. Still difficult trying to overcome the jetlag, but I went out to eat with a group at a sorta western restaurant. I’m in the back, 4th head from the left.

The next day, a number of us made plans to visit the zoo and the Nagoya Skytower before our program orientation. Saw many animals and plenty of pictures. Not quite what I had in mind for the "picture of animals" bingo spot, but I guess it works alright.

The Skytower gave a great view of the city. While Nagoya is certainly a large city, it still blends with nature very well. We got a nice group photo of all the people who went.

Later that evening, there was a welcome party at a cool restaurant. I regret not taking more pictures, but the food was so good it was difficult to remember my job. It was my first time eating raw fish just sitting on a platter, so that's one towards trying new foods. There was also some top quality beef, oyster, karaage, and pork; I'll be really sad if I can't eat food of that quality again.

This weekend, we'll be spending our time on a cultural excursion in Kyoto and Nara. We'll be seeing places like the Kinkakuji, eating at a buffet (I promise I'll remember the pictures this time), and staying at an inn. I expect a great time, so expect another post soon about the excursion.

Lajlim Jesse Yang

Aerospace Engineering

Nagoya University Automotive Summer Program (NUSIP), Nagoya, Japan

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEJapan #JesseYang #IPE Summer19

[aventuraespanolamalaga-blog]

It’s already been one week since I left Canada. One word I can saying to sum up my trip… overwhelming. With a huge change in everything from drinks to weather, Spain has been an adjustment.

I left my family at the airport in the evening. The second I stepped into security I thought “what adventure did I get myself into...” What felt like a nap later, I arrived in Lisbon, Portugal. I left the airport for my 10-hour layover and wandered the streets for hours – I still have the blisters to prove it. Walking through the city I realized two things: 1) Lisbon is one of the most beautiful cities I have seen, and 2) Portuguese is sorta like drunk Spanish. After roaming around with no destination, I went to a Burger King (very popular in Portugal and Spain) to use the washroom. Little did I know that fast food restaurants sell beer – want a beer with that Big Mac?

Madrid was more of an adventure. I had one day to fit in a bunch of activities. I woke up, jetlagged and exhausted from my previous day in Lisbon. I spent over an hour looking around the city to find Yoigo, my (current) phone company. Interestingly enough, Europe doesn’t text; their main choice of communication is from data, using WhatsApp, with my amount of data (4GB plan) I should be able to send/receive about 20,000 texts.

At 5:00 AM (11:00 PM Toronto Time) I left to go to the Airport to fly down to Malaga, the city I will live in during my stay in Spain. I got to the airport and almost missed my 7:30 flight, in broken English the woman at the airport said “I was about to close the door. You’re just in time.”

Malaga: It’s a beautiful city full of kind strangers. The palm trees are everywhere and sometimes you’ll see an occasional cactus, how cool, eh? This week summed up:

Español, Español, Español… Spanish intensive takes place from 9-2 every day, teaching me more and more Spanish.

Accidentally speaking in Spanish naturally.

Seeing Spiderman (A.K.A. Espeeterman, haha)

Una cerveza for 1EUR? Cincos cervezas por favor!

The amount of amazing people I have met, both Spanish and other nationalities is amazing.

50-minute bus ride through the city every day (twice)

To summarize my experience so far… I would say I need a bit more time to adjust and make this place my home. Although I miss Canada, I definitely wouldn’t be ready to return home.

#travel #spain #europe #exchange #photography #soycanadiense

[yurionicesenarios]

Can i request a Yurio x fangirl scenario? :)

Yuri’s Angles

f/b = favorite band

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bing.

The seatbelt sign was turned off as the plane begun to steadily drift above the clouds. A whimsical purple-pink sunset painted the sky. A girl with lovely [h/c] hair wearing [c] sweats and a [f/b] shirt leaned against the window uncomfortably in her seat, her left leg proped up on her seat, barricading her phone from the person sitting in the middle.

‘I CANNOT BELEIVE THE YURI PLISETSKY IS STILL SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I have to get a picture- but I can’t look like a stalker- not that I am, of course. I mean, If you saw your favorite celebrity of course you would want a pictu- oH MY GOSH HOW LONG HAS MY LEG BEEN UP LIKE THAT AAA he probably thinks I sit wierd iTS COMFORTABLE OKAY.’

The girl, [y/n], slowly lowered her leg and sat up in her seat, holding her phone close to her chin. The boy seemed to be too intrested in the show he was watching on the screen in front of his seat to notice.

‘But now he can glance at my phone whenever he wants and I can’t guarantee a Yuri edit won’t pop up on my feED NOPE.’

[y/n] disconnected from the plane’s wifi and turned her phone to airplane mode. She began to tap through the tv selections on the screen attached to the back of seat in front of her. She quickly snuck a glance at the boy sitting next to her. 

Yuri Plisetsky was wearing an olive green army jacket over a black hodie and a black shirt. He wore leapord print sweats and he had big headphones with cat ears on. [y/n] figured the headphones were too big not to be noise canceling, and he seemed to be watching a show about crying mothers.

‘Wait, is this Say Yes to the Dress?’

[y/n] stealthily glanced at his screen, but then became sucked into the show, leaning a bit foreward to try to read their lips.

She then felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned to see Yuri offering her an earbud, the headphones he was wearing now back around his neck. He had a smirk on his face, as if he had just caught her doing something she didn’t want him to see.

‘asdfghjkliubnmkjhsd’

[y/n] gingerly took the earbud, freezing a bit when her fingers touched his, and placed it in her left ear. She leaned a bit closer, using her arm rest, so she could see the screen better. Yuri did the same, their heads just almost leaning on one another.

‘AAAAAA- you know what? This, this actually feels nice! Relaxing. Not how I thought meeting him would be..’

After about 20 minutes, [f/n] decided to rest her eyes, only to fall asleep against Yuri’s head instead. 

“Excuse me m’am?”

[f/n] groggily opened her eyes to a foggy window and docked planes. She put a hand on her forehead, which wasn’t as cold as it should have been if she had leant against the window the entire time she slept. She hazily pushed a blanket off of her, too sleepy to wonder when she had put it on. She turned to the hostess, one of 3 left cleaning in the abandoned airplane.

“The plane landed a couple minutes ago.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’ll be right off.”

“No rush, darling.”

20 minutes later [y/n] quickly paced through the empty halls of the airport, groggily trying to connect to the airport wifi.

‘Sorta creepy when there’s not a lot of people here…ugh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. I didn’t even get to ask him anyth-’

She stopped walking to rub her eyes at she stared at her camera roll. There were 2 new photos and 1 new video.

The first was a picture of her sleeping on Yuri’s shoulder, Yuri looking off to the side dramtically, pretending not to notice her.

The second picture was of Yuri giving [y/n] a peck on the cheek, but only his red flushed nose and tinted lips were visible in the shot. [y/n] was also now covered with an airplane provided blanket.

[y/n] had to slap herself to guarantee she wasn’t hallucinating from the jetlag. After that, she played the video:

“You really shouldn’t have a picture of me as your lock screen if I’m also the password, angel.”

‘oh my gaaaah he did that little smirk at the end i cant belie- wAIT WOT’

[y/n] searched through her apps, pink rising to her cheeks from embarrassment and being a bit flustered, to see if he posted anything or messed around with something. To her surprise, everything was left the way she had left it.

All except, she had a new contact named ‘Call me, angel’

‘…..aaAAAA’

#Yuri plisetsky X reader #yurio #yuri plisetsky #yuri on ice #sceanrios #headcanons #fanfic #reader #mod mimi #fangirl!reader

[studyingabroadandnervous]

GREETINGS FROM DOWN UNDA!

I’m finally in Australia! My life has kinda sorta been leading up to this moment for a while and I can’t believe it’s happening. My first two days were surprisingly good. I landed at the airport and ended up connecting with the other students getting picked up. There was one girl in particular that I had a conversation with for well over an hour, something that is extremely unusual for me. She was also from the U.S. and was in a sorority, so we had quite a bit in common. It made me feel really good that I was able to hold a conversation for that long. 

Later, after I got dropped off, I went up to my room and started unpacking. I took a break to take everything in and call my parents to let them know that I was okay. I wasn’t really feeling jetlagged or homesick at that point, which shocked me. After I figured out what else I needed that I didn't have room to pack, I went to the shopping center. That was a FRICKEN MAZE. Took me forever to figure out where I was going. I went to Target Aus (not affiliated with the U.S. Target (rightfully so bc it was SHAMEFUL)) and was disappointed by the lack of selection. Not a big deal, but still.

Anywho, I went back, got dinner, finished unpacking, and just basically settled in. Took a nice shower and went to bed early. It was nice.

The second day? Great, but EXHAUSTING. I walked around Sydney for a solid 6-7 hours. My feet hurt SO BAD. I was lucky that I was able to get sunscreen from another girl, or else my skin would be burned and achey in addition.

It was surreal to see the iconic Sydney landmarks for the first time. We, as a tour group, walked on the bridge and the view was BEAUTIFUL. It was also really nice to meet a ton of other international students who are in the same situation as me. I ended up bonding with a French girl, and I hope that we are able to remain in contact throughout the semester. There was also an annoying boy who kept following me around, but that’s another story. Maybe I’m dramatic, idk.

Getting back to my room was wonderful. I took a shower and knocked tf out. I still wasn’t feeling homesick.

#studyabroad sydney australia homesick