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carols-writting · 8 months

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HOW WUKONG AND MACAQUE REACT TO A READER WHO HAVE A ACCENT

fluffy + romantic

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scenario: reader have a accent :D

reader: they/them pronouns used, no physical appearance established, not a request

warnings: it may make you emocional if you are insecure w your accent and is sensible about it. wukong and macaque have accent too cause they are literally chinese and too old to understand duolingo

authors note: as someone w a kinda strong brazilian accent, i LOVE people w accents. please keep talking i love how you pronounce the boring english words :P

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SUN WUKONG

- hes hearing you talk w a lovely smile and look, his hand supporting his head, his tail in a heart shape and his legs kicking

- "thats my partner voice" he randomly think out of nowhere and it makes him giggle and kick his leg

- he loves your accent, it boost his confidence about his own

- not like hes very insecure about his accent, hes the fucking monkey king, who cares if he talks differently than native english speakers?

- but he still feel kinda weird out when he notices how he speaks (us fr)

- bro is complimenting your accent very randomly

- "today i saw a pretty bird!" "hihihi the way you say 'bird' is prettier"

- yes, he laughs like that. stf.

- you saying "bird" is probably his favorite sound

- now he turns into a bird and fly around you so you can point it out (he gets so happy if you do)

- he loves everything that makes you, you. and the way you talk is one of the biggest thing that make you, you.

- please never stop talking

- mf is hyperactive but he will listen you talk everytime you open your mouth

- unless hes pouting and being a little bitch (maybe he still wants to hear you)

- also, your accent gets stronger when u are angry? oooOOOOOOH-

- "WHATS WRONG WITH YOU??" "whats wrong with YOU?? just stealing my heart like that *wink wink*" "... pls die"

- he often feels the urge to annoy you more for silly reasons so he can hear your strong accent again, but-

- hes scared of angering u too much and you leaving. so he just do it sometimes

- i told you hes like a wet dog

- after, like- 1 year he will feel more confident to annoy you tho

- me thinks he is "extroverted clingy who seeks love and falls hard and gets easily attached"

MACAQUE

- hes absolutely staring you non-stop, arms crossed and tail moving like a cat

- he often does that because he thinks you are pretty, but now its not just a physical reason

- he seens all bad boy get off my way angry emoji BUT hes screaming at inside

- "their voice are so- holy shit i just got shoot in my heart i think i will die- mf are so amazing- for buddhas love- holy fucking shi-"

- hes not insecure about his accent AT ALL

- mf can hate his appearance, but voice? nuh uh

- he loves the way you say "murderer"

- he sometimes tricks you into saying it

- you noticed it but let him continue (he didnt tried to hide)

- your accent gets stronger when u are angry? get ready to teasing

- "I WILL SHOOT YOU" "you already did- at my heart *wink wink*" "... stop."

- i hate him so much. /j

- like wukong, he often will feel the urge to annoy you so he can hear your stronger accent, but-

- mf is a wet cat. he dosent want to risk loosing you too. so he just do sometimes

- BUUUT after, like- 3 years, he will feel more confident to freely and silly annoy you

- me thinks hes "introverted clingy who seeks love and falls hard but leave people very easily and always is a step back until he gets very used to it"

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie king #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #sun wukong #x reader #headcanon

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ingravinoveritas · 2 months

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Did you see Neil's tumbler post about autism?? I never knew. Did he ever said anything about it before? My son was recently diagnosed, and Neil saying that he's autistic made me feel... I don't know, connection to him in a new way? Recognized? Hopefull? I don't have the words. Just wanted to hear your thoughts on it. I hope i didn't come off as offensive in some way. English is not my native language.

Hi there! I am slightly behind in Asks, so apologies to folks who have been sending them in over the past few days--trying my best to catch up now.

Firstly, you did not come off as offensive at all, so please don't worry! And yes, I did see Neil's Tumblr post (it's here, for those who might have missed it), and it's given me quite a lot of feelings, for reasons that would probably be expected.

I think what immediately came to mind when I read his post was a conversation I had with Neil when I met him back in November at a tribute to Ray Bradbury. I told him how much I was struck by the story he'd read, as it felt very much like an allegory for autism and resonated so much with my own experiences as an autistic person. He seemed to appreciate my comments and agreed with my observation, but never at any point in our conversation mentioned anything about identifying as autistic himself.

Does that necessarily mean anything? Of course not. I know that Neil does not owe me (or anyone else) a disclosure, and the decision to disclose is a very personal one that each person has to make for themselves. But thinking of Neil's post the other day, I'm also reluctant--for a variety of reasons--to say that it is a disclosure, or Neil definitely stating that he is autistic.

When I got your Ask on Friday morning, I was eager to answer it, though I knew I would have to wait because I was at work. Soon after, I had a difficult, emotionally draining meeting with my two supervisors. I ended up crying at work--which I have now realized is a trauma response--and by the time I got home and was starting to process everything, it was difficult not to look at Neil's post and flinch, particularly at the mention of "superpowers." That day, for the first time in a very long time, I could only feel the "kryptonite" part of being autistic. (My personal stance is that I have never considered autism to be a "super power," but something that is neither all good or all bad, and is part of who I am, yet not all of who I am.)

And from the conversation I had with my supervisors, I felt the responsibility and the pressure of other people seeing me in ways that I never intended--and regardless of whether I want to be seen that way. (For context: This was about my work as a professional speaker and people seeing me as an expert in autism/sexuality, when I never use the word "expert" to describe myself and always tell people I don't have all of the answers.)

The reason I mention this is because I feel like people read that post from Neil and--understandably, of course--saw something. They felt the connection that you described, and that sense of recognition. But what concerns me is that it's going to somehow turn Neil into a representative for an entire community, when that may not be something he wants or feels like he can be. If he is on a journey with autism--whether that means self-diagnosis, or a clinical diagnosis, or not having/seeking a diagnosis at all--that's something incredibly personal. As difficult as that journey is for people navigating it privately, myself included, Neil is possibly doing it in the public eye, which means that everything--every achievement and every misstep--is that much more amplified.

To that end, what I often see with Neil and social media is that he is either lavished with praise or torn to shreds (with very little in between). Being autistic means there is another possible dimension to who Neil is, but it can't be the only lens through which we see him. So I'm just hoping fans don't pin all of their dreams and expectations on him--not only for their sake and avoiding potential disappointment, but also for Neil's. To allow him the messiness and imperfection of being human, instead of a perfect role model.

I hope all of this makes sense. I'm still feeling a little raw from this past Friday, but I wanted to be sure I answered your question. Thank you for writing in! x

#mayaws #reply post #neil gaiman #autism #Friday was also the first time in a very long time that I felt that sense of being trapped inside myself #i used to feel it so strongly and all the time growing up #so it triggers the bejesus out of me to have something put me back in that head space #i'm feeling a lot of feelings #just hoping this wasn't too jumbled #thoughts #personal post #discourse

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fallingforel · 7 months

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heyy! i was wondering if you could do an alex turner fic with the one bed trope (sorry if it sounds weird but english is not my first language🥹). thank you so much if you do it!! <3

a/n. of course my lovely. I would love to do this. here it is and hope you like it. p.s. this would defo happen with 2013 slutty alex era and I hope you like it. and don't worry...I barely understand my own english sometimes and I'm a native english speaker I had this half written a few weeks back but have finally finished it now. half asleep so sorry if theres any errors. It's probably the longest oLove you all <3😂😂😂

CW: sexual tension, smut, MNDI

NOTHING I MENTION IN THIS IS HOW I PORTRAY ANY PERSON! PLEASE REMEMBER THEY ARE ONLY FICTIONAL, JUST LIKE ANY OTHER BOOK!

PROMPT: none

WORDS: 2,894

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Alex and I have never seen eye to eye with each other. And that really sucked when we were in a band together. I had only ever agreed to it because they were really desperate for a female singer for their songs. I was Matt's sister but have always despised Alex, ever since he moved in next door to me. During the summers when we was younger he was always soaking me with a water gun when I was trying to catch up on some reading and sun bathing.

MAY 2002

"Y/n please come on we're desperate for a female singer, please come on. You know I wouldn't ask if I was so desperate. But you're the only girl I know that can sing well" Alex said

"Okay fine." I say which makes Matt and Alex whisper Yes to themselves and fistpump the air.

"But on one condition." I say making them hold their cheers

"What?"

"Only until you find a replacement. Because this is not what I want to do, I want a Uni. You must promise me you actively look."

"okay" They both say in Unison

MAY 2013

After the glorious upturns of the first album I was surprised, and also Matt and Alex begged me to stay. I reluctantly agreed but I decided that I could get used to the lifestyle after going on our first tour.

So here I was On our 4th tour and My opinions of Alex hadn't change Infact I think they have gotten worse, especially since the incline we've had. The fame getting to his head a little bit. Thinking he could get every girl he wants. It really angered me. He also thought he was better than me and that riled me up, especially when we were on stage and he took over the spotlight, cutting me off at any moment he could.

It was only when we got to sweden things took a turn for the worse.

"I'm staying with breanna, Jamies with Katie, and nicks with Kelly. so you two have got to share" Matt said when we arrived at the hotel.

"WHAT??" Alex and I said in unison

"what do you mean we've got to share? I am NOT sharing with him"

"yeah and I'm not sharing with her"

"EXCUSE YOU? IM A DELIGHT TO SHARE A ROOM WITH I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW" I said raising my voice a bit which had people turning their heads to look in our direction, usually I would've been a bit embarrassed but in that moment I was too riled up to care.

"YOU SAID IT FIRST!" Alex retorted which only started the anticipated tumultuous bickering between the two of us.

Which made Matt shout over us "ENOUGH!" which made us stop and turn out heads at him. "It's only for one night, Please can you just get over it. It only happened because we had our original room arrangement of Alex and I sharing and then You, jamie and Nick having your own rooms and Breanna surprised me. I'll make sure Ian books five rooms for the next stop and the stops after so it doesn't happen again okay?" he asks. raising his eyebrow at both of us, and holding up a keycard

"fine." we both say. I grab the card from his hand and get in the lift, alex following hot on my heels, grabbing his suitcase dragging it across the floor, to the lift. I press the button for the fifth floor. We're waiting in silence for what feels like a decade but in reality is only a minute. The lift dings and we both step out.

I look for room 542 which I finally reach after turning a million corridors. I put the keycard in the door and open the door to find my worst nightmare a double bed...one.

"Oh this has got to be the worst day in existence." Alex says from behind me. "At least we can agree on one thing." I say before I'm hearing the door shut so I look behind me to find no Alex so I open the door. Only to find an Alex shaped figure walking the way to the lift so I shout "where are you going" "To find another room" "You won't find one, the rooms are all booked incase you haven't forgotten we're hosting a concert tomorrow" but I am met with a middle finger and Alex walking away.

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A knock is heard on the door 10 minutes later, I open it to find Alex standing at it. "No rooms available then?" "Nope. I'm going to sleep on the tour bus. Anything is better than sharing a bed with you" "Okay fine whatever, you won't find it comfortable especially after sleeping in hotels for this tour. see you in thirty" I say my back faced to him returning on getting my pyjamas and my shower stuff out of my suitcase. I'm only met with "see you at soundcheck" and dragging of wheels on the floor and harsh slamming on the door.

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thirty minutes later I had managed to get in and out of the shower in my pyjamas. and I was just about to dry my hair when I was met with a knock on the door, and once again there stood Alex.

"Uncomfy?" I questioned. before walking away from the door.

"No actually, there were fans outside shouting for you."

"awwh is the little narcissist too afraid of his ego getting bruised" I said with a fake pout on my face and a fake mothers concern lacing my voice.

"Fuck this I'm gonna go see if any of the lads will let me bunk with them" "for fucks sake Alex leave them alone, they're all with their girlfriends for the first time in months they don't need you cockblocking them" I said but once again I'm met with the harsh slam of the door

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No more than 10 minutes later I am met with a knock on the door. I open it once again but laugh when I'm met with Alex wincing in pain from breanna holding his ear "please take him, he's not sleeping in our room" She says. "Bring him in." I say sighing

"I told you, the girls don't want you interrupting their time with their boyfriends. Now stop being such a baby and get changed for bed. It's not that bad sharing with me."

"I'll sleep on the floor thank you" Alex says tenaciously. stripping himself down to the boxers, Alex is a good looking guy that I will admit, but not near enough personality to have me on my knees risking them getting first degree burns from the carpet. He had my throat in my mouth, almost losing the words coming out of my mouth... key word, almost.

"No you fucking well won't come off it, you and I know that it is near enough impossible to have a good night's sleep on the floor, now get in the bed. I'll create a pillow barrier, if I'm really that scary sleeping with" I say while pulling the covers down for Alex to climb in

"No need. I'll just sleep on the edge so nothing happens" he says.

"fine suit yourself" I say sighing turning over the other way and moving right to the end of the bed so that there was a big enough gap between the two of us .

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We were in silence for at least half an hour before Alex broke it.

"Why do you hate me?" Alex turned and said Of course he chose now to air out our dirty laundry, right when I was just about to imagine being in Chris Evan's arms.

"I don't hate you, I just dislike you. Since the minute you moved next door." I say turning to face him

"Oh come off it, You can't hold a grudge for that long Y/n." he laughs, that sound that only ever came out of Alex once in a blue moon, the kind of laugh that has you quaking in your boots like one of the fangirls of Elvis many years ago.

FUCK, I really have fallen for him. Maybe whatever I was feeling wasn't distaste, but in actual reality, Like.

I didn't have to tell him, one thing about me was I could keep a good facade up for a long long time.

"Oh, I can and I will" I say lying through my teeth.

"No seriously, there's something else what is it?" he says raising an eyebrow.

"I...Uh..." I said my cloudy brain betraying me, I knew there was a reason. I just couldn't think of it. Not right now, not when Alex was looking like a greek god infront of me.

snap out of it Y/n

"does this feel like the hate you have for me" he said leaning in and kissing my lips holding onto my hair. The kiss wasn't slow or sensual, nor filled with distaste. It was desperate, needy and fast, filled with desire. I kissed back my hands finding a way to latch onto his gelled hair.

After mere moments he moved on top of me, pulling off my pyjama top and finding his way to my unconcealed breasts kneading them like he was a sculptor and I was his masterpiece. He then moved his way down from my lips kissing down my neck placing hot warm open mouth kisses until he reached my tits sucking them and occasionaly nibbling my nipples.

He spent a few moments on each of my boobs until he started working his way down my body until he reached my belly button sending shivers up my spine causing me to arch my back, which allowed him to tug my pyjama shorts off along with my panties. The cold air to my exposed core shocked me right though causing an audible gasp.

"Now, Now Princess, None of that yet. I haven't even showed you my expert skills" Alex said, cockily. Stopping his work for a second tilting his head up to reach my eyes looking into my eyes with his hazel ones staring right back up at me lust taking over the hazel with black.

He continued with his hot wet kisses down until he reached my core, placing a hand over my clit before he started licking my folds slow and sensual, before he dove right into my clit switching his fingers for his mouth. He entered his fingers into me easing slowly but the pace soon quickened, causing me to let out a few whimpers every now and again.

He then switched out his fingers for his tongue jerking in and out sending me right out the knot forming in the bottom of my stomach before I could even orgasm though he pulled away completely.

"what are-" "I want to be inside you when you come" He said cutting me off sitting up and ripping off his clothes, one item by one until I heard the irreplaceable rip of foil he was infront of me completely naked and he came back down over me, placing his cock back inside me without warning which made me gasp.

Our bodies moved together, slow and sensual then fast and needy before I felt that knot again in the bottom of my stomach "Alex" I let out a moan "Im about to-" "let go princess I'm there too." We both came together it was something out of a movie the way Alex's face morphed when he came. We stayed together for a few minutes before he flipped me over and both our libidos came back again.

"ride me this time sweetheart, I want to feel every inch of that pussy sweetheart" He said, I didn't need telling before I was on top of him bouncing rolling my hips every which way. It soon got me to come again. Letting out a few strings of moans before, "oh alex" "oh my god" "Oh fuck" before a final one.

"that's it sweetheart come for me let it all out"

He came soon after.

I laid ontop of him for a good while.

"Come on lets get you cleaned up darling" He said getting up and pulling out of me before picking me up and pulling me into the bathroom and sitting me on the toilet

"go for a wee sweetheart, you don't want any nasty UTI'S" I did as he said while he found a some bubble bath and started running a bath.

"why are you doing this alex?"

"Why am I doing what sweetheart?"

"Looking after me, it's not like I deserve it. I've been nothing but horrible to you these past years we've known each other"

"It's what you deserve." He said,

the silent air between us smelt of sex but also had tension riding between us. What that tension was, I had no idea.

"Can I tell you something y/n" Alex said breaking the uncomfy silence we were sitting in

"You don't have to ask if you can tell me something Alex. Just tell me."

"I acted vile towards you, because I thought it was easier than loving you Princess. I soon realised that couldn't be far from the truth though. Loving you has been the easiest thing I have ever done." He said before retracting back into the silence that we had created around us.

"Alex." I said sighing

"You don't have to say you love me back right now, But there has to be something there right? what happened back there. There wasn't an ounce of hate in that sex Y/n"

"It's a lot right now Alex, But I definitely like you back." I said smiling sluggishly, the post sex sleep taking over my eyelids.

"uh uh, don't fall asleep on me princess. It's time to take a bath" He said pulling me off the toilet seat and placing me into the bathtub before climbing in behind me and sitting behind me allowing me to put my head back onto his chest.

He washed my hair, my back and let me do the rest we stayed resting against each other for a few minutes before he coaxed me out of the bathtub wrapping me up in a towel and putting my hair in another towel turban style. After getting dried I put my hair into a ponytail and put my pyjamas back on.

Alex joined me back on the bed, and pulling me close to his chest. we stayed like that before I felt my eyes grow heavy and fall asleep in Alex's warmth.

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I was woken up with chaste kisses being placed on my back with a pair of manly arms wrapped around my waist. Panic ensued for a few moments before I realised what happened last night.

Alex.

"I acted vile towards you, because I thought it was easier than loving you Princess" "Loving you has been the easiest thing I have ever done"

Princess.

A smile ripped through the blank expression on my face. It felt like a dream but alas it wasn't it was real life. I had someone that loved me someone that I loved back. I always thought that this happened in romance books or movies. But, it happened in real life too. That much was proven by Alex and I.

I hummed and turned over wrapping my arms round Alex

"Morning princess," Alex said "Why do you call me that?" "what princess?" "yeah."

"because, you are a princess and you deserve the world of luxuries" "Alex" I said tearing up "That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me"

"don't cry darling, I didn't mean to make you cry. I've done that enough over the years we've known each other"

"Happy tears I promise" I say silence crowding over us, But this time a nice comfortable one, Unlike the uncomfy tension one last night in the bathroom.

"I've been doing some thinking" I say this time me being the one to break the silence.

"Oh yeah? what's that darling?"

"I realised that I feel the same way you feel about me, I realised that I haven't felt like this ever, not when I was with other people, I never felt about them the same way the way I feel about you. I love you back Alex." I say before I get a kiss on my lips. This time filled with love, no desire for it to turn into something deeper.

Though we were soon burst out of our bubble by a knock at the door we both groaned I got up and answered the door.

"What do you want Matt?"

"Oh shit, You and Alex had sex didn't you. EWWW, ALEX MY SISTER DUDE?"

"Shut up what do you want?"

"You didn't deny it. It's true then?"

"yes. Alex and I are now seeing eachother. It happened last night. Now. Answer my question. What. Do. You. Want?"

"good to know. Your going to miss breakfast, It ends in half an hour and also soundcheck starts in 2 hours so make sure you're at the tour bus with 15 minutes to spare. Thank you goodbye. guess I won't need to be telling Ian to book those spare rooms after all." Matt says turning his back as I go to the shut door.

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#alex turner angst #alex turner fluff #alex turner x reader #alex turner fic #alex turner imagine #alex turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x y/n #alex turner smut #alex turner x you #arctic monkeys

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bbyg00rl · 10 months

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RANT ABOUT BALDWIN THE IV IN KOH BECAUSE THAT MAN IS SOOO PATHETIC (lovingly) AND AHHHH

Note: I am not a native English speaker, but I AM in love with Baldwin the IV's character. Still, sorry for any grammar errors and similar things !!

That one specific scene in KoH, when Baldwin is all alone, laying on his deathbed, arms folded over his chest as he patiently awaits his last breath. When Tiberius speaks with Sibylla, per the King's request- telling her to, essentially, say her last goodbyes to her dying brother. How if Tiberius hadn't spoken to her, her brother hadn't asked to see her specifically, she probably would have never gone to Baldwin's death-chamber. Never even trying to make peace with her brother. We, as the viewers, understand that it's because it pains her to see Baldwin in so much pain. She loves her brother. She knows better than anyone else what her brother has lost due to his illness. She is his older sister, yet she has to watch him die before her, still a young man (historically, Baldwin the IVth was only 24 at the time of his death). She herself admits that to Tiberius ("I can't bear to look at him. (...). That doesn't mean I don't love him.") moments later. But we can't say for sure that Baldwin knows that. Sure, he might, and probably does suspect that his sister feels sorry for him, for the great pain he is in. But he doesn't have to necessarily know that she still loves him dearly.

I find it especially heartbreaking, because in the very next scene, with both siblings now present in the room, it is BALDWIN, NOT Sibylla, who apologizes. His words, "I'm sorry if I've caused you any pain", my emphasis on the word "if". We don't know what he is referring to specifically, but with the given context, it is safe to assume that he simply means all the pain that came with seeing him wash away before his sister's very own eyes; become a man in a decaying body. It isn't usual for dying people to try and make amends with their loved ones, but the way in which Baldwin does it, is just... so depressing to watch. He loves his sister so, so much- I can't help but imagine that he most likely longs for the close sibling relationship that he could have had with her, if it wasn't for his illness :((

#bb girl #rant post #baldwin iv #HE IS SOOOOO #crying shaking throwing up #king baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven #sibylla of jerusalem

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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Hi! I have a request for Florence. Can you you write one where the Florence is away filming and her and the reader are really missing each other, so either Harry Styles or Emma Watson helps the reader surprise Flo on set. You bring Billie as well. After shooting is over for the day they go back to the house Flo is renting, and just cook dinner and cuddle. For the rest of the week, the cast can see Florence is so much more at ease with the reader visiting. :)

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paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, a bit of spice but sfw, short blurb, established relationship

warning(s): grammatical error, unedited, not proofread, alutions to sex

word count: 1,800

note: The whole set thing was really hard to picture, since I've never been to one, so the whole thing could be inaccurate, but just go with it (?). Apart from that, it was kinda fun. I really hope you like it. Also you just gave me the best excuse to add Mr. Harry Styles. (Should I write for Harry? I luv him so much). Also, let's pretend that Flo and Harry are the best of friends because I said so (*cries*). [By the way, should I try writing smut. I feel like I'm ready but I'm not 100% sure.] I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy <3

requests are open! <3

Waking up everyday and not seeing her stupid cute face made your heart ache.

It’d only been a month since she left to start shooting her new movie, but it felt like it had been years since you last felt her touch, heard her laugh or felt her lips against yours. Yes, you two would facetime every morning and every night, but it wasn’t enough. It never was. You needed her close to you, you needed her hugs, you needed her to cuddle you to sleep. You just needed her badly.

And she wasn’t coming home for at least one more month. You didn’t know how you were going to be without her for so long. You could tell that Billie missed her too, and that only made your heart ache even more.

“You miss mama too, don’t you, babygirl?” she gave you the most heartbroken sad puppy eyes. “Yeah, that’s it. We are going to visit her, would you like that? Would you like to go and see mama?” as if understanding exactly what you were saying she started to bark at you, her tail swaying back and forth.

So it was settled. You and Billie were going on a road trip. You knew it was a long ride for her, but she actually liked being in a car. Plus, she was a great companion.

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You didn’t know this, but Florence was missing you like crazy as well. She loved working, she was really excited about this new project of hers, she just didn’t expect to miss you so bad. She had grown used to waking up to your face, you making her breakfast when she had to leave for work early, or just taking Billie out for a walk with you. She missed all of those things.

If she didn’t have to shoot a scene, she would spend all her time rumbling about you to her castmates or crew. Especially to Harry Styles, who she had grown close to. He knew how she felt since he missed his partner as well. So they would spend their time telling eachother everything about their amazing lovers.

Talking to Harry about you made her missing you a little bit easier. But still it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel you again, to smell your scent, to sleep next to you. She needed you badly.

What she didn’t know was that you and Harry had spoken recently. He knew about you coming to visit your girlfriend, and was excited about his blonde friend's reaction when she’d see you. You had called him the night before, telling him your wonderful idea, he immediately agreed to help you in any way he could. You told him that you would be on your way the next day, and would probably arrive by 12 P.M. All he had to do was keep Florence off of her phone, so she couldn’t call you and you wouldn’t have to lie to her over the phone, since you were terrible at it.

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You guys woke up the next morning, everything already packed and hit the road at 8 AM. It was going to be a four hour trip to Las Vegas, where the shooting was taking place. You had about four stops, so both you and Billie could go to the bathroom and stretch your legs. And by 12.30 P.M. you arrived in Las Vegas. You thought Billie would be stressed by then, but she was actually having the time of her life sticking her tongue out the car window.

Once you arrived, you called Harry and asked him about the set address, which he texted you immediately after ending the call. He told you that distracting Flo had been really easy since she had a lot of work to do, but by the time you would arrive at the set she would be free to spend some time with you.

After another 20 minutes in your car, you arrived at the set. You were scared that the security guard wouldn't let you pass, but Harry was waiting for you outside, so you didn't have any issue with that.

Once you got out of the car, Billie trailing behind, you made your way to him and hugged him. Over the past month you guys became some sort of online friends. You would always see each other while you would facetime Florence, and somehow developed a friendship once exchanging phone numbers.

You pulled apart from the hug and that’s when it hit you. After being away from your girlfriend you were actually going to see her. Billie could tell your excitement, her tail swaying back and forth. You smiled at her. She was as excited as you were.

“Okay, so she’s in her trailer right now. I believe she has a half an hour break. Let’s take you to your better half before they need me on set.”

Harry quickly made his way to this sort of parking lot filled with lots of caravans. He stopped at the first row and pointed to the fourth one.

“That's hers.”

“Um, can you tell her to come out for a second?”

“Sure thing.”

He made his way to Florence’s trailer door, knocked and just opened the door. He stuck his head inside, and you heard him muttering something to her. Once he was done, he gave you a discreet thumbs up and stood next to you. He was as excited as you and Billie were, he noticed Florence's mood changed ever since the shooting had started, and knew that seeing you would make her really happy.

The first thing Florence noticed was a white and brown blur coming her way. She didn’t realise it was her own dog until Billie was licking her face.

“What are you doing–?” She started but cut herself off once she saw you next to Harry. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

She gently put Billie down and ran towards you. She hugged you and lifted you up from the ground, spinning you around. You both started to laugh. Once she put you down you rested your hands on her cheeks and smashed your lips against hers. It was a much needed kiss, showing each other how much you have been missing the other. You both heard Harry had said something about he had to go, but you two weren’t actually listening, too absorbed by each other.

[...]

After what felt like hours, you and Flo could finally head home. Well, it wasn’t actually home, it was just a flat where Florence was staying until she was done shooting. You guys were all over each other as soon as you got there. Kissing and touching, making up for the lost time. But with Billie present, demanding Florence’s attention as well, you couldn’t do much more.

Florence wanted to cook for you. She wanted the both of you to feel at home. So she made one of her favourite recipes, which was obviously delicious. Florence's cooking abilities were like heaven itself. During dinner she told you the things she could about the movie she was working on, how excited she was to work with Greta Gerwig, since she was a remarkable film director. You listened to every word she said carefully, not getting enough of her raspy low voice you’d been missing for a whole month. You told her about your work, that you asked for a week off so you could do this trip. How the idea came to your mine all because of Billie, which upon hearing her name started to howl. You both laughed at her.

After dinner, you were the one cleaning everything up, since she did the cooking and you didn’t mind washing the dirty dishes. There was something relaxing about washing the dishes for some reason. You actually zoned out, lost in your own thoughts about how much you had been missing her, how badly you craved her. Florence noticed the shift in you right away.

“What’s up in that head of yours?” she asked softly in your ear, her arms around your waist.

“I was just thinking of how much I had been missing you,” you chuckled.

“And how much is that?” she said as she buried her head in the crook of your neck, leaving small bites and kisses here and there.

“Oh, you have no idea,” your head lifting upwards giving her more access to your sensitive skin.

“Then show me,” you could hear the grin on her face even though you weren’t facing her.

You quickly washed your hands, turned the water off, turned around and smashed your lips against her. You could taste the wine in her mouth, making you feel a little bit dizzy. But it didn't compare to how she made you feel. You felt the butterflies in your stomach erupt, heat creeping all over your body. It was as if it caught up to you all that time being away from her. Missing her in every way possible.

You two made your way to your now shared bedroom and made uo for the lost time.

[...]

You ended up in her arms for the rest of the night. Her holding your waist tightly as if never ever letting you go again. It was the first time in a month that you two could actually get some rest. You felt at ease with her being this close to you. That was what you had been missing, those little moments when it was just you and Florence. The rest of the world didn't matter, it was just the two of you. And Billie, of course, who was sleeping at Florence’s feet.

[...]

For the rest of the week, Florence’s castmates and crew could tell that something had changed in her. She was less stressed, she appeared more rested and she wasn’t on her phone as much as she used to. They soon realised that you were the reason why once you showed up on set trailing behind her and Harry.

They all immediately knew that you were Florence’s girlfriend. They already knew how you looked, since Florence was constantly showing you off, but it wasn’t your face that gave you away. It was the fact that Florence couldn’t get her hands nor her eyes off of you.

Which everyone thought was really cute and hilarious. Especially Harry, who would constantly tease Florence about it. But they were all happy that she was back to her regular self.

When you left, everyone thought that Florence would go back to her grumpy self, but she actually didn’t. She knew the shooting was almost done, so she was just counting the days to see you again. Only one more week and she could wake up to your cute snoring face.

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3

-M

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x fem reader #florence pugh imagine #imagine #florence pugh fluff #fluff #littlexscarletxwitch's fic #requests by lovely anons ‘๑’#your fav florence pugh blog <3

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meimi-haneoka · 4 months

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{drabble} Somewhere I belong - Kaito/Akiho

This is the second Kaito x Akiho / YunaAki drabble that is paired with the first one I wrote from Akiho's POV. Please read that one first so you can have a better understanding of the situation!

The setting is the same as the first drabble, but Kaito's thoughts drift all over the place because....well, he's Kaito. He's been officially named as the "overthinker" by CLAMP so now I'm going to call him that for quite some time 😂

As you will be able to see, while Akiho thought to herself without problems that she loved him, you won't see Kaito thinking that, here. This is a very early stage of their new life and he's still far from acknowledging any of that, but he's starting to come to terms with things, at least.

This one might be a bit more angstier than the other one, again because this is Kaito we're talking about. His self-loathing won't disappear overnight. But I hope that the finale will comfort you, at least. ❤️

Once again, I'm not a native English speaker so forgive me if any line sounds weird!

P.s. Dandelion, thank you again! P.s.2 Yes, I also like Linkin Park 😁

Excerpt:

“I’m sorry...”, I blurted out, in a whisper. Every time we ended up in this situation, I would apologize. And she would never reply to it. Maybe an apology wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but I had yet to find out what were the right words to say.

Kaito's POV

I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it.

The way she looked at me when they told her everything, that night. The way she had slowly turned her head and kept her gaze fixed on me, while the British magician rattled off all that my plan had entailed, down to the way it had affected my body. He recovered all the previous memories, and he knew Akiho-san needed an explanation more than anyone else, but also knew I was in no condition (neither mental, nor physical) to give it to her. I could feel her gaze piercing through me, while someone was helping me sitting down, as I couldn't even stand up.

Her hands gripped tightly the tablet, shaking. Her blue eyes, usually crystalline and bright like the Caribbean Sea, darkened several shades and became like a raging storm. They once again glazed over with emerging tears, but she probably held them back, because not even one dropped.

And I felt so weak. My guilt, growing again by the second. I would've given anything to remove that hardened gaze from her and bring back the soft features I've always known. But you see, that was my problem. Giving everything the way I did before wasn’t the correct answer. And I had finally surrendered to the truth, that night. But I didn't know any other way. I simply didn't know how to express how important she is to me without pushing it to an extreme, and that was exactly how we came to that point.

I don’t know when exactly I started to hear that voice inside of me, telling me that I wanted to connect with her.

I could hear it every day, before I carried out my plan. Louder and louder and louder. Kicking and screaming inside of me. I tried to fight it for so long, forcing myself not to hear it. But when she asked Sakura-san to bring me back, and she stated that she refused to keep living a fabricated life, wanting to go back to what she had before with me, I suddenly grew so tired. So, so tired. I was exhausted. I didn't want to fight it anymore.

I've fought countless magicians ever since I was a little boy, and defeated every single one of them. People kept me at a distance for that. And yet, completely oblivious to all of that, she was the one who defeated me every single time. Even this time around, she won. She won over that brutal, devastating desire to disappear forever that had consumed my life to such degree. She won over my guilt and self-loathing that I, quite frankly, haven’t got rid of yet.

So here I was, now, clinging to her like a lifeline in the kitchen, while I waited to regain control of my breathing. I had tried to hide it from her, the first couple of times after I got back on my feet, following that fateful night. But she found out every single time and made very clear that if we wanted to live together from now on, this had to stop. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. Why was I fighting it again? So I did as she requested, and by now, this was already the third episode of seizure she had witnessed.

I didn't know.... how any of this worked. But I wanted to learn. I wanted to try.

I was slowly starting to get it. Why I caved in and agreed to go back to her, that night, despite how confused I was and how much I still despised myself for making her cry like that. She made me feel wanted. Made me feel accepted. Made me feel like I finally belonged somewhere. I hadn’t realized how much I actually had yearned for that, all this time.

I thought I was nothing to her. I thought that she could've lived perfectly fine without me, without remembering anything of what we experienced together. Because, in the end, who was I? Just her butler. I embarked on that mission with the full understanding that I would've always been just her butler, and I played that part till the end at the best of my ability. An expendable tool to let her reach the happiness she deserved.

But I wasn't. I wasn't, and I couldn't see that. I could only finally realize it that night in the most harrowing way possible, causing that face I wished to see eternally smile to be tainted with burning tears, as she poured out all her pain. Pain that I had caused. This wasn't the kind of support she wanted from me, and I failed her terribly.

I was willing to do anything to make things right. So when she asked me, no, rather demanded to not be kept in the dark whenever I had one of my seizures, I had no choice but to comply. That was what she wanted, and there was no way I could refuse it to her.

But now that the medicine was finally starting to kick in, and my breathing stabilized to a more normal rate, I raised my head to look at her worried face and I couldn’t help but think how unfair all of this was on her. She was so young, and she didn’t deserve to withstand all of this because of my choices.

She helped me stand up and supported me all the way to the couch, where I finally laid down and released the tension from my stiffened muscles. Seizures usually left me completely exhausted and sore.

She sat down on the floor next to the couch, and we exchanged a long, wordless stare. Her eyes were again clear and bright. Before I drifted in a dreamless heavy sleep, I remember I felt so grateful to have her by my side. I didn’t deserve it. But the warmth I felt in my chest, contrarily to before, felt so nice. And I was pretty sure she was the cause of it.

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sweet-sourpeach · 1 year

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Puppy Love | sun wukong reborn.

cw: fluff-angst ig. PLATONIC relationship. reader is 14 yrs. old and acts like a 14 yrs. old, and wukong keeps being an asshole. sensitive issues for certain audiences regarding menstruation and menstrual cramps.

female pronouns here ! sorry for bad english, I am not a native speaker and I still have difficulties using gn pronouns. apologies if I sound rude, please enjoy. ✨

“I really can't believe it.” Sanzang muttered, his tall, peaceful posture bent into a grimace of confusion. “poor child, may buddha illuminate her eyes.”

The demons around their master looked at each other, curious and more than anything; somewhat embarrassed. It was going to be a rather strange day, especially if Sanzang had been quite observant with one of his companions, you.

the pains in your stomach didn't seem to go away, your feet cramped every time you crumpled them in the palm of your feet and the headache seemed to make you want to vomit.

You had been away from the group for a moment, being surrounded by men was not easy, especially with Wukong's insensitivity once you commented that you were not feeling well and, magically it had all ended in a big discussion like all the others.

“asshole.” you muttered, Bai Long Ma, who was drinking water from the nearby river, gave you a quick glance, squeaking before slowly drinking again, as if affirming your words to the monkey.

your hand slowly peeled the peel of the fruit between your fingers, eating the fruit slowly and gently hoping the pain would stop, but it just wouldn't seem to go away, it was unbearable.

“I still don't understand how you were able to bring a brat to this kind of 'important stuff'.” of course, the monkey king was never silent; he never shut his mouth, nor did he think, everything he said came from his soul. maybe that's why you ended up crying sitting on a rock while his words carved you alive.

“Don't be such a jerk to the little sister!” Bajie jumped to defend you quickly, his scowl and accusing finger pointing at the demon king angrily. “Have some respect, you made her cry!”

“That made you fall low.” Sha Wujing followed him, almost in a low whisper once his large orbs followed the pages of the text he held in his hands. Wukong only clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“She asked for it.” He accused, crossing his arms as he stretched his mouth to the side in boredom, as if it wouldn't hurt him to have seen your scowling face and teary eyes until you ran off, probably shouting a loud "I hate you!" at him before disappearing with Tang's horse down the river.

“She is a child.” Tang Sanzang finally mumbled again, his hands finely cupping the bowl of water he had brought to his parched lips and throat. “It was my fault, I should have known about this.”

your hand took the peony gently, resting the stem against your palm as you took a moment to look at it, not wanting to pull out its roots or hurt such a beautiful flower. It was delicate and perfect, its petals precious and its scent enchanting, no one would ever try to harm it.

Without noticing it, the tears had returned to your eyes, the way you thought about it made you reflect for a moment, I wish you had been a flower and not had to face the hard moments of life since you were born.

you could be a flower, delicate and beautiful, people would envy you for your beauty, they would fight for you and you could become so, so important that a lucky young man would give it to his partner as a sign of love.

it felt so unreal.

This was an unreal world, wasn't it? you always had to be cautious about this kind of thing, to prepare yourself mentally for the kind of things you would face someday and in a short time, to go on with the heritage of life.

maybe... you should have listened to your mother and got married, performed the ceremony in your home and lined her pockets with money to live an unhappy life with someone you didn't know.

you were twelve years old when you ran away from home, it took you to get out of there and break your knees on the way to a Taoist temple and beg forgiveness for your actions until a monk taught you the true nature of the world.

you had remembered that this would be the last time you would cry, but here you were. somehow, you had become sensitive from a spontaneous moment, the pain had disappeared and now there was the salty sea waves.

You never thought you would meet demons, or form bonds with them, especially if you could boast that you had the monkey king himself as one of your bodyguards.

Zhu Bajie never tried to look at you with eyes other than the most protective ones, Sha Wujing preferred to sell his pride rather than to see you saddened, Tang Sanzang wanted to show you the true beauty of life and Sun Wukong... he....

Wukong was able to show you the world, take you to the top of Mount Laojun and look at the views around the mountains and hills, take your hand and hold your waist when he proposed to carry you on his cloud, smash skulls of monsters that barely looked at you and keep you away from danger as long as necessary.

“No— no, ” you shook, a lump in your throat at the thought of Wukong as someone else. perhaps it had all started as simple admiration, then it was a greater like- my god, you were a child without the knowledge of how to love.

It was all a mistake, you should never have gone with them, nor risked your lifeᅳ but you didn't want to get married either! see the taste in your parents' smile but never be able to feel it on your face, not even if your hands were forced to lengthen your mouth, you would die with the same frown on your features.

You had to give up a part of yourself if the journey required it, you would lie down on the filthy ground at the cost of running away and starting a new opportunity in your own new world, you would be happy and blessed under the wings of the greatest bird in the world, who would give respect and consideration in pursuit of your happiness.

“ha... dumbass,” you sighed, using the sleeves of your rags to quickly dry your wet eyes, letting the peony move freely in the air, your hair followed suit, letting itself be carried away by the warmth of the cool air a few hours before sunset.

Bai Long Ma flexed on the grass, his muzzle on the greenish grass and his attention on you, the sinews of its hooves on alert for any sudden movement of nature enough to run off at the speed of light... dragging you by the neck of course.

“monkeys are so stupid,” you bit your tongue, your shoulder blouse wiping your previously wet cheek. “so dumb, Wukong is dumb.”

Returned, the horse nodded in its own style. Letting your emotions out, you felt understood for a moment before turning away from the gentle call of the rushing water, and letting yourself rest after hard moments of overthinking about the journey and how it would end.

After an hour, the group of elders managed to find you and let you one by one see how you were in good health, carrying you to the makeshift bed of warmer and softer sheets for you, trying to apologize without the eagerness to talk; especially how Wukong decided to take care of you when the others went to the nearest town to buy supplies for their long and hard journey ahead.

Those big, golden animal eyes managed to keep you calm and collected throughout your day of finally deserved sleep.

#sun wukong x reader #jttw #jttw x reader #jttw fanfic #young reader #platonic relationship #ancient china themed

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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I would like some insight/opinions about this because I don't know what to think of it.

So I was reading this fic and love it but since I was in rush I left a comment in my first language, so not English, and went do my shit. When I came back the author answered this. Cite: 'can you please comment in English next time, i dont speak your language and my fic isn't in your language either, ty <3'.

They did say 'please' and 'ty', but I don't know, it feels kind off wrong? And I don't know how to explain that good why it feels wrong to me. Is something like why did you just had to point out the language I wrote the comment instead of the praise I did about the fic itself?

And the 'please' and 'ty' feel to me ... maybe passive-agressive isn't the right word but I don't feel them genuine. That they put those to not look like a massive asshole.

And before someone question this, I can and have wrote comments in English on other author's fics. But sometimes I lack the the energy or the words to express things in English and so I write in my language. But none of these other authors have responded like this to a comment in my language, so I also think this attitude is the minority and probably a bad one.

And being honest, if I wrote a fic in my language and an English speaking person commented in my fic in English I would be so happy, that people beyond my cultural barrier are reading my shit. But maybe that's just me (and other but not this particular author).

I'm not going to comment in any of their fics anymore for sure, that response made me kind of sad. And they clearly didn't appreciate the comment anyway.

I assume they didn't respond to the praise because they couldn't be bothered to machine translate your comment, so they have no idea what you said.

Personally, I'd be happy to get a comment in any language, but I also love languages and have studied a bunch. I never got very far in anything but Spanish, but I've taken a crack at plenty of languages.

In my experience, though, monolingual speakers of big, powerful languages who come from places that don't cultivate any level of comfort with foreign languages often feel like the presence of other languages is a nuisance sent specifically to inconvenience them.

People mock the US and/or English speakers for this, but I think it's actually a broader pattern that applies to any of the few big languages with both the population and the money/territory/clout/media industry to let speakers be lazy and feeble like this.

Some are secretly insecure about their lack of skills. Some don't understand how hard it is to learn a language or how often people know enough to read in English but not enough to respond in it. Many lack experience deciphering dodgy machine translations. It's a sort of learned helplessness combined with cultural blinders.

I don't know who this is about. I suppose they could be a non-native speaker and just going "Dude, we're in English language space right now". On average, it's usually best to communicate in a language you know the other person speaks. But it's not like it's that hard to pop a comment into google translate either. I'm rolling my eyes at them a bit.

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Hello, if you don't mind me asking for your thoughts on all members of La Squadra being bridal carried by their lil (secretly buffy but not really) SO. Sorry my english might be mixed up and I really like your ways of characterized the team <3

Never apologize for your English! I'm not a native speaker and even if I were, I would never judge. Thank you for the kind words, too! SO stuff isn't my strong suit but I'll give it a shot!

Risotto: I think the best time was actually the first time, when he was exceedingly shocked and incredulous, and then just said, "Ah, I see. You are strong," and allowed himself to be carried until the SO got weak in the knees. He would allow the bridal carry as long as the SO was in perfect health and if he wanted to make a point of demonstrating their strength to someone.

Formaggio: He would find it pretty funny and allow it as long as he was in a good mood, but he would want to return the favor, so when the SO put him down, they could expect to be picked up. A shrunken-to-practical-size Formaggio would definitely be carried about like that whenever he got drunk off his ass, and he would appreciate the lift even more in that state, so everybody wins here.

Prosciutto: He would be extremely angry if he was picked up without his consent, so it's best to preserve the moment for times when he is out of commission or deep asleep and has to be moved. He doesn't care to bridal carry anyone and won't be wooed by such a gesture even in a good mood - he is a bit of a killjoy that way. He won't say a word though if he is genuinely in need of being carried.

Pesci: This one is more of a hopeless romantic, mostly on account of believing that genuinely romantic moments are out of his reach due to his appearance and his anxious fumbling, so if he were to be picked up, he would first be surprised and then very flustered about it. His heart would swell with ardor to be strong too so he could be there for the SO who could lift him and carry him so tenderly.

Ghiaccio: Another one who would detest being carried, as he resents being held in a way that doesn't allow him to easily move away. He would have to be coaxed into it as either a trust exercise or actual physical exercise, so there would be equal amounts of bridal carry on both ends, and he would still insist that over the shoulder is a way better method of transporting a body, so... there you go.

Melone: His surprise would be much more animated and positive than the others' - he would find such a display of strength interesting and intriguing, and he would happily let the SO carry him until they gave out and had to put him down. He would thoughtfully count the steps taken and chat to the SO about how reassuring it is to have someone so capable around, which is pretty rewarding.

Illuso: He likes the concept of the bridal carry, but he is too much of a drama queen to allow it under ordinary circumstances; it would have to be done at the right moment and with the right amount of flair, and the flex would feel quite different from what Risotto might aim for. Also he is somewhat stingy and would have to be begged to return the favor. His smugness about it is somewhat endearing.

Sorbet: He is lukewarm on the concept because he's not a traditional romantic, but he would find it an acceptable way of being carried into bed, and would probably opt for the bridal carry as his position of choice if he also felt the drama rumble in his blood, or if he was incapacitated and had to be carried. Allow him to hang limp and lifeless from the SO's arms for the best effect.

Gelato: He doesn't seem to think the bridal carry very special, though he understands that it is something couples might do, and therefore would consider it as proof of love if he were carried. He's a very good sport about it, but he wouldn't make it easy: he knows how to squeeze back and wiggle if he wants to be an ass for fun, so let's hope the SO is both buff enough and not very ticklish.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original #squadrah ships #not sure if i ever tagged SO type stuff with ships but why not #it is certainly in that ball park #hope you enjoy!

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winryofresembool · 4 months

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Hey My English is pretty bad but i have a questions for You, on the dark profecy Calypso said that leo isnt her saviour but leo think he is, i don't understand why she thinks he doesnt do You have any throughts of it?

First, don't worry about your English! I'm a non native English speaker myself :)

Second: you know what? That is a valid question. A disclaimer before I get into it: It's been a few years since I've read The Dark Prophecy so my memories of the exact context of that scene are (more than a little) hazy. I don't have the book in my hands so I could check it right now. But I do remember that that exact line made me kind of cringe too when I was reading it.

Anyway, from what I can remember, Calypso was having some difficulties in adjusting into her new life. Living in the modern USA is so different from the life she was used to, and even though Ogygia was also her prison, I believe she was occasionally feeling some homesickness and she also missed having her powers. Well, all of that and the fact Leo and Calypso didn't really manage to talk about their issues (=lack of communication) caused her to snap. Leo is absolutely one of my favorites in HoO, but he isn't perfect either: he didn't always respect or listen to Calypso's wishes, such as when she told him to not call her Mamacita (there were more examples but I can't remember the details right now).

So, from there we get to the question: was Calypso's snapping justified? Not really, not in my opinion at least. It is a fact that she can't/shouldn't deny that without Leo she /would/ still be in Ogygia and would likely never get out of there on her own, because the gods didn't want to release her. In other words, Leo /was/ her savior in that sense.

But was her snapping surprising? Again, not really, not for the reasons I explained earlier. The girl has a lot to deal with and sometimes we say things we don't really mean when we are frustrated. What these two need in order for their relationship to work is to talk about what's bothering them. In TDP it seemed both were bottling up things inside them and then waiting till things were at boiling point, which caused them to fight. (Tower of Nero spoilers ahead if you haven't read that book!) I think the break that was mentioned in ToN is probably a good thing in the long run bc that way they both can process what they want and what they should do differently. Honestly, I feel that at that point Rick had just read so much Caleo hate on the internet that he was like 'screw it'.

Why do I think Rick wrote Calypso that way? He was likely afraid of presenting her as a damsel in distress. These days the books targeted for younger audiences are all about having badass female characters, and Rick is someone who doesn't take criticism well (see f. ex. the way he wrote a whole essay about why he presented Piper the way he did when he got criticism for it) so he was probably worried that Calypso admitting that Leo did save her would probably paint her in the wrong kind of light. Well, if that was his reasoning, he was wrong there. Admitting the facts doesn't make someone weaker. (To be honest I disliked TDP so much that I prefer to just ignore the whole book, I don't understand why he ruined good characters that way.)

This became way too long and rambly, I'm sorry. I hope you still got something out of this answer! TLDR: I don't think Calypso actually meant what she said about Leo not being her savior, she was just so frustrated with her whole situation that it caused her to snap.

#tia speaks #caleo #calypso #leo valdez #the dark phophecy #trials of apollo #caleo haters dni

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blorbocedes · 10 months

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this feels like kind of a weird ask to send but i hope you don't mind. i actually sent a message ages ago about nico and how i actually didn't think that he was that good/comfortable with english, saying that i thought it was his worst language other than spanish. i saw him speaking english on sky yesterday for probably the first time in years (i never usually watch sky) and i really think that nico's english has improved so much.

i used to think that seb was actually the best non-native english speaker on the grid (although nico was definitely the best overall linguist) because he understood the nuance and intonation of english and particularly british english really really well. nico was one of the better english speakers on the grid but his understanding of tone and inflection in english wasn't great and his vocabulary was actually fairly limited?? practical?? economical?? idk exactly what the right word is (english isn't my first language either lol) but it always felt like nico knew how to talk about the technical aspects of the sport and how to hold relatively normal conversations in english but struggled with words on emotion and feeling.it was like he knew how to convey the basic and simplest form of what he was feeling but didn't necessarily know how to differentiate between a lot of the nuances and shades within the spectrum.

but then i listened to him yesterday and his english is soooo much better than it used to be. he sounds so much more fluent, he has a better grasp on nuance and tone, and his range of vocabulary has definitely improved. it feels so weird to be here saying that i'm really proud of him because he's nearly 40 and a multi-millionaire, but i really am

kept this in the askbox for a while for a little blorbo positivity (and that's hard to come by), but releasing it into the wild for everyone now...

very amused (affectionate) at your fascination and keeping track of our lil monaco polyglot's linguistic capabilities 🫶🥹

#Nico Rosberg #i love f1's little polyglots #blorbocedes ask

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spanishskulduggery · 1 year

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I'm super rusty with my spanish, so I really appreciate this resource. I'm trying to write about food that was served at a party I last went to for an assignment using the preterite, and I have "La comida que fue sirvieron fue pastel y helado." But I don't think I can use fue and sirvieron next to each other, right? "The food that was served was..." You can only have one conjugated verb and the other in the infinitive? I feel like I'm confused as to when I want to use "was" or if I'm translating too literally.

You're correct, you can't use two conjugated verbs together like that. Two conjugated verbs generally can't exist together. For your purposes it sounds like you're trying to say "was served" which is more of a participle not a conjugation

In this example you have three choices:

La comida que fue servida = The food that was served

La comida que se sirvió = The food that was served / The food that they served

La comida que sirvieron = The food that they served

I'll include the actual grammar below

Side Note: I feel like you should also the second ser should probably be era which is more common in descriptions. I think fue could maybe make sense but my gut is saying era is the right choice but native speakers let me know if my gut is off. Like la comida que fue servida era...

#1 The first option is the typical passive voice - you use ser in past tense + a past participle that must agree with the noun; la comida fue servida "the food was served" because feminine comida

Passive voice is "Object is verbed (by a subject)" - active voice would be "they served the food", passive is "the food was served". And in passive voice the adjective adheres to the noun, not the subject

An example: you could change it around with different nouns; like el pastel y el helado fueron servidos "the cake and ice cream were served" now uses servidos because it's plural and masculine

It's important to note that if you use this and you want to specify who did it, you use por "by"... so like la comida fue servida por los camareros/meseros "the food was served by the waiters"

Past tense passive voice is always preterite; fui, fuiste, fue, fueron, fuimos

[like fui engañado/a "I was deceived (by someone)"]

Passive voice can also be used in other tenses, but in the past it's always preterite and never imperfect

#2 Is a bit more advanced but an option. The se has many uses but in this case it reads as either passive, or impersonal

Passive is same as above "the food was served"; impersonal se is used when you aren't specifying a subject... it reads as "they" or "one", or sometimes "you" in English [like "how do you say this?" is ¿cómo se dice esto?]

Impersonal and passive look the same in singular, but passive can also be plural and impersonal can't

As an example se sirvieron los pasteles "the cakes got served"

#3 The third option is active voice and it implies a "they"

I'd say it's "they served the food" which generally implies multiple people. It's not considered impersonal, just an unstated subject and in context it can make sense in context

It's the most basic answer if you didn't want to do passive voice at all

For your purposes #1 or #3 sound the most natural.

I wanted to mention #2 because it does happen a lot and it can be confusing if you've only seen se used with reflexives; it's important to be able to understand it would mean "the cakes got served / they served cake" rather than "the cake served itself" which is reflexive but makes no sense logically

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cd-covington · 9 months

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There ain’t nothing wrong with double negation

When you were in school, your teacher probably told you something like “two negatives make a positive,” so if you “don’t know nothing,” you do know something. I’m here to tell you that’s bullshit.

Many languages have what linguists call negative concord, which is kind of like subject-verb agreement but for negation markers. In Russian, for example, to say “I don’t know anything,” you say ya nichevo* ne znayu. Russian uses negative concord, so if you have “nothing” (nichevo) you also have to have the verb negated (ne).

*standard transliteration is nichego but that’s not how you pronounce it, so shrugman

Standard English used to do this as well! Just, like, 1000 years ago. Here’s an example from the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle (Peterborough):

418. Her Romane gesamnodan ealle þa goldhord ðe on Brytene wæron;

and sume on eorðan gehyddan, þæt heo nan man syððan findon ne mihton. And sume mid heom on Gallia læddon.

418. In this year the Romans gathered all the hoards of gold that were on Britain; and they hid some of them in the ground, such that no man could (not) find them afterward. And they took some with them to Gaul.

nan, as the note in the textbook says, is a contraction of ne + ān (NEG + one). (Old English did a lot of fun things with negation, and you could negate things by sticking ne on the front and going about your day, like nillan from ne + willan (‘to want’) means ‘to not want.’) (And yes, this is the origin of the phrase “willy-nilly,” which is derived from “will he, nill he” ‘whether he wants to or not’.)

The Danish linguist Otto Jespersen described a cycle that negation follows, where over time more negation is added because it doesn’t “feel” negative enough, and then later some is taken away because it feels redundant. The canonical example for this is French. Older French varieties would have Je ne sais ‘I NEG know’ but modern standard French has Je ne sais pas, with the pas adding an extra oomph. But modern colloquial French has Je sais pas, with the ne going away. So, is modern English in the single negation phase of the cycle? Will double negation come back in the future as the standard? Your guess is as good as mine, but negative concord is already (still) widespread in colloquial English, so I’d say it’s never gone away, just been forced out of the standard.

Because in modern English, there are other factors at play in why people get mad about double negatives, all of which boil down to prejudice. If you think about which varieties of (US) English use it the most, or are associated with it most strongly, it’s Black American English (AAVE) and lower/working-class varieties in general: the groups perceived by the societal groups with the most power as uneducated. I know that I got a lot of shit about it as a kid, growing up in a White pink-collar single-mom family, because I should aspire to sound educated, not like some working-class loser. (Note: I do not hold any of these beliefs!) As it is, my natural diction tends toward the academic, which was great when I was in grad school.

Regardless. If you, a native English speaker (and I’m going out on a limb here to include the non-US varieties in this), heard someone say, “I ain’t never heard nothing about that,” you would understand that as a denial that they had heard something, perhaps even a vehement denial. You wouldn’t sit there and count up the negatives and go “negative times negative times negative … yeah, negative, checks out.” It’s not math class, for god’s sake.

Sociolinguistics studies this kind of thing, from the level of “this variation exists and it is most prevalent in this group” to “this is how this variation has changed over time” to “these are the attitudes people hold about people who use this variation,” and a lot more. Anne Charity Hudley studies African American language, and the Language and Life Project at North Carolina State University has a documentary about Black American English. (They also document dying languages and dialects in North Carolina and Appalachia, and I recommend poking around their site when you have time.)

If you liked this post, check out my Kickstarter, where I’ll be writing a book about how to include sociolinguistic concepts in your worldbuilding. Launch is scheduled for August 15, 2023.

#linguistics #language #sociolinguistics #negation

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 9 months

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Not the anon that asked about plagiarism, but wanted to say thank you regardless! I personally find that I “copy” writers I read a lot from (and I mean this grammatically, and maybe if there’s a phrase or word I wouldn’t normally have used. phrase wise I only mean stuff like “it’s raining cats and dogs”, idk what those are called in English sorry 😭 word wise, it’s just easy to pick up new words from other authors as I’m not a native speaker), so reading from a lot of different authors have always been my favorite thing to do when I’m writing. In this house we unfortunately only write for like a week every other year 🫡

I recently read a fic I really liked, and a few days later I was casually writing something. It took me a good few pages before I realized the structure and POV was exactly the same as the fic I had read days prior. Okay. Cool. I’ll just keep it to myself and never publish it. So, here’s another question for you: what’s the difference, in your opinion, between being inspired by and copying someone else’s work? Say, would you be okay with someone using the plot to one of your fics to write their own (for example, “Daemon marries his second niece instead of Rhaenyra) if they asked you first + linked back to your fic? Daemon marrying his second niece is probably not a defining characteristic in any fic at this point, but I hope you get the idea! I’m not asking to be rude, I hope you understand that!!! I’m curious to know what you think! Thank you so much for taking your time!!! I adore your writing, and it’s one thing I’ve found I come back to read again and again, and I haven’t felt like that since I was a kid. <3

Hey, nonnie! I think that the key difference here is whether or not the story reads as similar to the original; like, if it's the same basic premise and same POV, but you take it in a different direction, I don't think there's any problem with that.

I do want to caution against writing yourself off every time you use a similar idea to another person; it's bound to happen, and just because the same foundation exists doesn't mean the actual narrative itself will be. Of course, if you're finding your story follows the same plot down to the story beats, then that is definitely something to rework. I feel like in that case, it's difficult to deny that that work would've been inspired at the very least by a specific work, if not outright used as a blueprint.

No one can own a premise! There are SO many people who have written Daemon x Rhaenyra's Sister fics out there, so it'd be unfair of me to act as though that were my idea in any sense. However, if someone wants to take a very specific plot point I've introduced; i.e., the plot of my negotiation scene with Dorne in 'Deal', then I think it would only be fair to credit the inspiration for that. I think it's also a valid point to credit authors whose stories have formed the basis for understanding a specific aspect of world-building (for example, I've had a bunch of people reference my research on Dorne and the Conquest in writing their own HotD-era Dornish fics). I feel like people get the wrong idea about crediting - it's not an acknowledgement of unoriginality, but rather a recognition of the fact that collating that information or creating that story took time and effort, and thus taking inspiration from it is a concession that that time and effort was valuable for more than just consumers' sake.

IDK. I hope that makes sense. Thanks for the question, nonnie!

#fandom asks

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