#oo la long | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

taylormarieee · 1 month

Text

Co-Stars turned Lovers A Callum Turner love story

Chapter 1: "Welcome to the Beginning"

Pairing: Callum Turner x Fem!Bestfriend!Actress!Reader

Word Count: 2.k

Warnings: Kissing for like 2 secs, none really

You and Callum were the best of friends. Every Interview didn't feel the same without the other. You and him first starred together on Fantastic Beasts: Crimes Of Grindelwald and you bonded ever since.

You loved him so much and he loves you just the same. You were always spotted around LA together, always around in photos in Paris or New York to the point rumors went around that you guys were dating.

That wasn't the case at all. You were filming a new show and it took place in Paris and sometimes New York, so you constantly had to fly back and forth and you felt alone at times.

So you always invited Callum to which he happily obliged when he was free. You booked a hotel for however long you stayed in that place and always ordered a room with two beds.

One for you, and one for Callum. He was your favourite person in the whole world as you were his. He enjoyed your company and you felt as though you couldn't live without his company.

You had separation anxiety so you always felt sad when he wasn't around and would drive or fly as many hours as it took just to be with him. He was your Earth and you were his Moon. Without you he felt as though his world wouldn't spin anymore.

Without him you felt as though you had no purpose in life. Your sole purpose was to orbit around him, be around him as much as possible. You couldn't breathe without Callum.

But there were times where you had to just thug it out and do things on your own without him. He had a life too and you didn't want to seem like that annoying friend that seemed as though she didn't have a life and was just constantly around him.

There were times you will distance yourself from him if it meant you didn't seem or look annoying. But Callum of course, the sweet soul that he is never minded you clung to him 24/7. He enjoyed it actually, it made him feel appreciated and loved.

You gave him attention like crazy and he was a mama's boy. He loved feeling your validation and feeling as if he was wanted. He was drawn to you and you were drawn to him and this was the beginning of a love story you both never anticipated. The beginning of a story you both would soon realize was fate and destiny, the universe bringing you two together.

~ Welcome to the Beginning~

"Welcome to the late late show, I'm your host James Corden and I would like to welcome out our lovely guests."

Everyone in the crowd cheers and your giggling with Callum and Austin. You were so excited to be on the Late Late Show with THE James Corden. You loved James Corden.

"Gosh why am I so nervous!" You nervously giggle and look at Callum and Austin. "Maybe it's because you love James?" Austin says with a smirk on his face. It was more of a statement then a question.

"Y/n Y/l/n, Callum Turner, and Austin Butler!" He screams out and that's your cue for all three of you to walk out. You smile and wave at all the lovely people that have come out to see you guys.

Because your the first one out because the boys decided ladies first, Your the first to give James a hug. You laughed as he gave you a big loving hug. You sat down and waited for the boys to sit.

Austin sat closest to James and Callum sat on the opposite side next to you. So in shorter words, you sat in between the two.

"Welcome Welcome!" James says happily. "It's lovely to have you guys on the show." He says.

"Well were happy to be here!" You say with a dashing smile on your face.

"Alrighty let's get started shall we? Y/N! You are a beautiful amazing woman and an even more amazing actress! What was it like to first get into acting? Who were your role models and people you would have liked to tell that they inspired you to act?" He asks.

"oo that is a wonderful question. I found it quite easy and hard at the same time. I was a very dramatic kid, as my mother would say" You say with a chuckle, the audience chuckles as well.

"And it just made things easier. But at times I was very forgetful so it was hard to remember some of my lines, but being a kid actor who's just starting you realize that the adults working with you aren't going to be harsh because your a kid, you know? So that really helped because Adults have a big impact on kids cause your taller, seem more intimidating. But no yea, it was very easy. And my role model growing up I would have to say was either Leonardo Di Caprio or Will Smith. I really liked The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

Everyone claps at your answer and the queit down the moment James talks, "That's a wonderful answer. I love that! Now Callum and Austin, I heard you guys went to boot camp training for Masters of the Air. What was that like? Training to just be really hot and outlook people like me?" When James maks that comment you burst out laughing and the whole crowd laughs too.

James really had a way of making jokes and making people laugh. Austin and Callum laugh as well.

"That's what I've been saying James! There both incredibly attractive and I feel like that boot camp didn't give them any training except how to make other men feel bad!" You say through laughs.

James grabs your hand and laughs with you. "Right! At least I have someone to back me up and not call me insecure, Thank you!" He says.

You nod and smile at him before letting Austin and Callum answer. "Ugh well no it was a very fun time of training to outlook other men! No I'm kidding. It was very fun and felt so real, and when you really see the work we did on the big screen it's like, woah I didn't think it would come out that good. Cuz you know behind the scenes were goofing around and having little to know clue what's gonna happen next so yea it was a huge roller coaster." Austin explains.

You nod and give out a hum of approval and look at Callum, "Do you have anything to add on to that?" James asks.

"Nope, I mean I would have said it just like that. It was very fun and having y/n on set? Oh it was never a dull moment when it came to her. We all had a lot of fun." He says. You smile and look back at James.

"Alrighty, let's get to the juicy stuff!" James says smiling. You face fall and you mutter out an "Oh no." And the crowd starts laughing because you forgot that the mic's pick up everything.

"Why oh no y/n." Your face lights up with surprise and you cover your face in embarrassment.

"Because I know exactly what the juicy stuff is! So, to answer your question, no me and Callum are not dating Mr. Corden!" You say with a laugh at the end.

"Wow! Do a lot of Interviewers ask you that question?" He asks.

"yes, everyday!" You and Callum say at the same time. "I promise you were just really good friends who hang out alot because one of us has separation anxiety from their comfort person." Callum says motioning towards you.

You laugh and then hit his arm playfully. "I'm filming between Paris and New York so you'll spot me with Callum alot because sometimes I get lonely so of course I'm gonna bring my best friend!"

"Yea there was a few times she brought me but I guess paparazzi don't see us or they do and just don't ship me and her together." Austin defends.

"Ok ok, so well then that question is moved over, completely erased."

After that the interview, you, Callum and Austin decide to go out to eat. You chose the restaurant, you always did. You never wanted to because you were always indecisive but you eventually chose a place and you guys went to dine.

Sadly, Austin couldn't stay with you guys as his girlfriend called and needed him home for something urgent. Something about her cutting her hand. You both said your goodbyes and wished she was ok before sitting and ordering.

This was the night you realized your true feelings for Callum Turner...

This was the night you would never forget... The night it all happened and was brushed off as a mistake.

"Callum... today was so exhausting. I hate when people ship us, I mean I don't hate James, I'm just tired of getting asked that same question over and over again! Aren't you?" You ramble on about today's earlier events.

"I mean, if i'm being honest... I don't care. Me and you both know were best friends so why bother entertaining it." he says as he leans closer to you from across the table.

"Unless of course...You wanna deny the fact that you would ever date me? Do you not love me or something?" He teases with a smirk on his face.

That. That right there is what started it... What started your feelings and the electricity that shot down your spine.

"N-No that's... that's not what I'm saying or i-implying Callum!" You say nervously. You were never nervous around Callum.

"Mhmm yeah...sure." He says still leaning forward even closer to you know. 'Maybe he's intoxicated' you thought. He was never this straightforward with you or even this flirtatious with you.

You guys were drinking in the car but not heavily. His hand reaches your cheek and you giggle nervously. "C-Callum what are you doing?" You ask nervously.

"I'm feeling your face duh! What else would I possibly be doing..." He says. You notice he's not making eye contact with you but more so your lips. You lick them nervously and you see his eyebrow raise for a second.

He leans in just a little closer whispering a "God your so beautiful" before he kisses you. Your eyes are wide and you melt into it. He quickly breaks away and apologizes before you could even kiss him back.

"Oh my lord, I'm sorry... i don't know what came over me. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable that-that was a mistake." He says before rubbing his face with his hands.

"I-It's ok Callum. I'm not uncomfortable. Let's just eat ok?" You say with a sweet smile to hide the sadness in your face from him. He sweetly smiles back at you and you both indulge.

That night was a night you've never forgotten but what you were completely oblivious too was that that night was unforgettable to Callum too.

He thought about that night everyday he looked at you... everytime he touched you... everytime he sees lip gloss coat your full lips.

It plagued his mind like a virus corrupting a humans mind. He wanted you badly but he knew he couldn't have you. He couldn't ruin this relationship he had with you, this beautiful friendship, but goddamn were you addicting.

you and Callum were polar opposites yet destined to be together...If only you two could open your eyes and see what is right in front of you.

You and him were made for each other, you just needed to find each other. Like two lost souls searching for a purpose. Like the Earth and the Moon, they look platonic but one can't live without the other. Destined to fall in love either way.

Love, fate, and desire... Something you two need to give into in order to find yourselves.

Taglist: @dustbunniess @willyoubemycherryy and anyone else that wants to join!

#my man <3 #callum turner #Callum #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner major john bucky egan

319 notes · View notes

spanishskulduggery · 9 months

Note

Just discovered while talking to someone in Spanish that "Adiós" is more of a permanent goodbye, something you might say to someone you expect to never meet again, like a stranger. Instead, he said I should use "nos vemos" when speaking with people I know, which makes sense. I was wondering what other goodbyes I could use that aren't permanent? Obviously there's "hasta luego" and "hasta mañana."

I wouldn't go that far necessarily, but yes adiós can be used for people you don't expect to see for a long time (possibly never again like sayonara means in Japanese)

Literally, adiós is "go with God" which would have been a lot more impactful in the time of needing to journey days/weeks/months to meet some relatives, and possibly having to deal with war, disease, wild animals etc

A lot of Western langauges have something similar, even "goodbye" is "God be with you/ye"

Some people do use it for a permanent goodbye. Others use it for an indefinite but probably long period of goodbye

And some people just say adiós as a standard goodbye with no deeper meaning other than "bye"

Note: You can also say adiosito which I wouldn't necessarily recommend outside of friendly conversation since it can sound sarcastic; it's like "toodle-oo" but it's literally a little goodbye

Note 2: If you vehemently hate someone and you hope to never see them again, you can say hasta nunca which is like "see you never" and I think that's beautiful

Today people do use adiós just as "goodbye" though it can read as "we won't see each other for a while"

The more short-term is nos vemos "we will see each other"

Another variation is a direct object version rather than reflexive. You can say te veo pronto "I'll see you soon" for example, instead of nos vemos pronto "we will see each other soon", that sort of thing

There's also hasta pronto "see you soon", hasta la próxima "see you next time"

And a lot of people have adapted certain words into Spanish like bye/bai or chau/chao for goodbyes

chau/chao in particular comes from ciao and is super common especially in South America

Another common one I say is cuídate "take care of yourself" / cuídese for polite, cuídense for plural

Depending on context you can also say ¡Suerte! "Good luck!" (or ¡Buena suerte! or ¡Que tengas mucha suerte! "Hope you have lots of luck" or te deseo mucha suerte etc)....

Another common one I say is ¡Ánimo! which means something like "Chin up!" but literally it's "energy" or "cheer"; if you're saying ánimo with someone you're essentially saying ¡Aguanta! or ¡Resiste! which is like "Hang in there!" or trying to pep someone up, where animar is "to cheer someone on" so it's all related there

Also I know you said spoken but just in case, if you're signing off on a letter/email there are some basic phrases you can use:

saludos = (a generic kind of goodbye) [lit. "salutations" or "regards"] un cordial saludo = (something like "kind regards")

atentamente = "yours truly" / "sincerely" [lit. "attentively"]

estamos en contacto / estaremos en contacto = "we'll be in touch"

And if you're writing a friendly letter you can say abrazos or besos for "hugs" and "kisses" respectively; it's very common to say something like te mando un abrazo "I'm sending you a hug" or something like that

Also, if you're at a party or something, you can say something like ya me voy or me largo or something like "I'm heading out"

I tend to say something like hora de irme "time for me to go" because in my English-speaking brain saying me largo feels awkward like I'm storming out but I know that's not what that always means

Additionally you can say debo irme "I should go", something along those lines is pretty standard

If you're being funny, I think me piro vampiro is somewhat used in Spain (but maybe not so much now)... it's just there for the rhyme. Literally "I'm out, vampire" or "I'm leaving, vampire" [pirarse is an idiomatic way of saying "to leave"]

For Latin America, more common would be chao/chau pescao which is literally "goodbye seafood/fish" since pescao is an informal spelling of pescado where the D can kind of be aspirated

You may also see/hear chao/chau bacalao "goodbye cod"

Again, all for the rhyme. The equivalent of "see you later alligator" in English. Everyone loves a rhyme

But obviously only do this among friends because it's informal and a bit childish

#followers?#learn spanish #spanish #spanish vocabulary #langblr #language #languages #spanish language #long post

383 notes · View notes

originalaccountname · 4 months

Text

Fun BSD French translation details and choices - Episode 6 (by someone who does not understand Japanese but thinks the differences with the English translation/subtitles are fun)

General notes:

Rokuzou's title is just "internet specialist". Instead of "Cyber Network Warrior".

(side note: in French we use the ^ accent on vowels when it's a long one, instead of doubling them -> û = uu, ô = ou. In French, ou would actually make a oo or u sound, so yes I keep accidentally reading Kouyou's name "Kooyoo")

Kunikida's ability is called "Le Chant unique" (the single/lone song(singing)). It's a somewhat literal translation of "doppo" (for the single/lone part), but I can't speak on the poet vs song part.

Today's quotes:

VF: Ce genre de monture ne vont bien que sur les visages majestueux comme le mien. (This kind of frame only fit majestic faces like mine.) Eng: Only a naturally flamboyant person like me could pull off wearing them.

Kunikida: Bonjour tout le monde- (Good morning everyone-) Atsushi: MONSIEUR KUNIKIDA AIDEZ-MOOIII!! (MISTER KUNIKIDA HELP MEEE!!) Kunikida: ... Tu sais que la journée commence à peine? (... You know the day just started?) Atsushi: C-c'est au sujet de Monsieur Dazai! Regardez-le! (I-it's about mister Dazai! Look at him!) Dazai: EEEAAAAAAAHH

#i could not resist that video the voices cracked me up too badly. sorry for no subtitles though only transcript.#in theory you already know what is happening so it helps a little...#bsdrewatch2023 #bsd french dub adventures #bsd #bungou stray dogs #apparently i talk sometimes #every week i get a little more excited waiting for the dungeon scene #i need to show off chuuya's voice actor he is my beloved #i have a neat little nickname i need to hand over to the fandom

58 notes · View notes

alk4li · 1 year

Text

" guarded ,,

synopsis : you're a supermodel and xiao's your personal bodyguard.

tw : suggestive themes

(i saw a fic like this somewhere else and got inspired!)

paparazzi swarmed your villa, people standing outside your gate flashing their cameras at your door. being a supermodel is tough work but being harassed by paparazzi on your vacation is one of the most if not most obnoxious things.

you sat on the large beanbag in the living room, sipping on wine at 8pm. sighing as you slightly pull the curtains apart to be greeted by flashes of white and shutters. after shutting the curtains again, you turn to look at your bodyguard, xiao, who was stiffly sitting on the couch. "why so tense?" you inquire.

xiao looks over at you and clears his throat, "no offence, lady y/n- but perhaps it would be more professional if we refrain from such casual interactions."

hearing his words, you cock your eyebrow, using your finger to gesture between the distance between the two of you, "you can just call me y/n, and i like having a relationship with my staff, y'know." you drone out, staring at the wine.

xiao merely nods, looking away. "it's not that.. i just need to leave before i suffocate," he thinks, xiao stares back down at the way you were only adorned in a simple tank top and shorts and couldn't help but feel a rising tension inside him. the way you breathed and how easily you let yourself relax around him makes him feel.. a type of way.

a soft knock was heard on xiao's door, followed by a sleepy you who trails in slowly. rubbing your eyes you point at the empty spot next t xiao. he looks over at the spot and gets your memo, he scoots off the bed and tries to walk over to the empty couch, before being quickly block by you.

you shake your head, "uh-uh, same.." your voice raspy and quiet, you grab his pinky with your hand and drag him into bed with you, immediately you snuggle into his chest, letting yourself relax as the little spoon.

xiao had his whole body and soul praying up to the lords above, hoping you couldn't hear his heart beating against his ribcage, about to jump out. he reluctantly moves his arms to pull you in closer, placing his chin on your head.

after a long and tiring day of work, you were heading back to your vehicle. but of course, nothing goes your way. a crash could be heard in the distance, a female fan ran up, pushing past your body guards by ducking beneath them. at this point, she's inches away from you, trying to grab onto your arm. before you know it, xiao who was on your left grabbed you by your waist and switched positions, effectively making the fan crash right into his chest. the other guards escort her away as she's yelling for a photo.

"it's fine! let her go," you yell while xiao guides you by your waist to bring you into your car. he quickly seats you down and shuffles to the other side of the door.

he enters the car and double checks your okay, you give him the greenlight and he sighs in relief.

that catches your attention, "thank you," you prode his cheek, smiling at his tense expression.

xiao jolts slightly, side eyeing you. "la- y/n, this is no joke. you could've been hurt," he warns, pointing out to the fans who were yelling your name.

"ladies and gentle folks! today, on the midnight show, we have a special guest. the one, the only, y/n l/n!" the tv host hypes the crowd as you make your way on stage.

soon, you settle in and the tv host plays a footage of xiao protecting you from the fan. "ms y/n. i'm sure many people here are curious, there seems to be an unspoken intimacy between you and your bodyguard here. is this just an employer-employee relationship- or something more?" the crowd oo's and everyone seemed to really be interested.

you giggle, shrugging. "well, he's cute. all i can say is, i would choose him over any other a-list celeb,"

you silence your phone, the amount of notifications you've gotten from social media is absolutely demented. headlines and trending topics everywhere about your recent interview where you indirectly confirmed something was going on between you and your bodyguard.

a knock, xiao opens the door and steps into your room. "y/n, i just saw the- interview." he murmurs, avoiding eye contact.

despite your bold words during the interview, your face is still flushed, "happy april fools...?"

xiao pauses, now staring right at you. "y/n, can i ask, are you leading me on?" he abruptly says and began walking up to you, "are you playing with my.. feelings? i have to know,"

you open your mouth, before xiao walks up right in front of you, covering your mouth with his hand, "no, not yet. i need to know, because day and night i keep feeling this unbearable feeling of anxiety."

his teal eyes pierce your soul, xiao moved his hand from your mouth and began backing you into a wall, "so enlighten me miss, what are your intentions?" xiao stops as your back hits the wall, placing his arms on either side of your head, caging you in.

staring at his fierce and desiring eyes, you gulp. "xiao, what do you feel about all this?"

xiao stares, "i, i'm going insane for you, y/n."

at that, you suddenly feel a pair of plush lips crash on your own, a feverish hunger unleashed, you lean in, signalling your consent. sloppy kisses and body pressed up, a hot minute passes with the two of you clinging to each other. you pull away, but as you do so, xiao leans back in craving for more. like a starved beast, he lets go of your arms and pulls you in by the waist, lifting you up and carrying you.

he breaks away, panting. "shit, you're so hot."

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin #xiao x y/n #xiao genshin impact #xiao fluff #xiao x you #xiao smut #xiao x reader #bodyguard xiao #genshin x reader #Spotify

357 notes · View notes

linkedspirit-fanartfunart · 3 months

Text

[Image description: A colored set of drawings of Linked Spirit AU Ravio's face over the years. He starts at age 6-7, Pre-Alttp, with short black hair, dark purple hood and blue scarf. His expression looks worried. Next, 11-12, Alttp, he wears a bigger hood, with the ends slightly mimicking a lop-eared rabbit. His scarf is dark blue. He looks worried. 14, OoS, He wears a bright violet hood with short bunny ears, and the blue striped scarf. His hair is a bright blue, and his expression seems slightly suprised. 16, OoA, He wears a bunny eared hood with dark purple patches. His hair is pink, and looks forward with a smile. 16, LA, He wears a bunny hood with gold accents in the ears and border. His hair is longer and black. He looks awed or suprised. 17-18, Albw, he appears close to his canon appearance, the hood covering his face. He smiles slyly. 19, LS, his hood is pulled back, revealing his face. His hair is long and braided, with blue tips. 20, His hood remains the same, ears up. His hair is a light purple. He smiles ecstatically. End ID]

A set for Ravio to go with Rinku's Timeline

#linked spirit #loz au #legend of zelda #linked spirit au #ls ravio

42 notes · View notes

hjpslytherclaw · 2 years

Text

All That We'll Ever Be | Harry Potter.

Harry Potter x fem! reader

Summary! In which Harry has been friends with Y/N for years but truly he's always wished to be more, but he knows he'll never be as close to her as he wants and with her boyfriend in the picture, it just hurts even more knowing he'll never be him.

Warnings / Content! You saw the summary, angst, a dead snowman.

All that we are is all that we'll ever be cause he's the one waiting at home. She holds my guitar as I pluck out a melody there's only so far we can go, next to you but I'll never be close.

Y/N L/N laughed as Harry jumped one of beds of the Gryffindor dorm room, a hairbrush in his hand pretending it was a microphone as Somebody to Love by Queen played in the empty room, echoing across the walls.

"Can anybody find me somebody to-oo love!" He sang as he walked across the fabric of the scarlet sheets.

The only people there were the two of them, simply enjoying each other as they always did.

Once Harry had gotten off the bed he grabbed Y/N's hand, taking her along as the song continued to play the two of them now singing their hearts out, side by side.

Anybody find me somebody to-oo love

He took her hand, dragging her along as they danced around the room, spinning her outwards with his free one, Y/N laughing at how they were having their own personal concert.

Y/N enjoyed Harry's company, she has since the moment they met all those years ago.

He's been by her side, just as she's been by his since the second their lives had collided. The two of them being the best of friends since.

Somebody, somebody, somebody, to-oo love

The two of them never seemed to stop laughing, they were just being normal kids.

Even in a world of magic the two seemed to bring the humanity out of each other.

Grounding each other in ways no one else could.

As the song came to an end, Y/N was spun around by Harry once more as they both belted the last line, halfway through he flung the hairbrush onto one of the beds, using both of his hands to catch Y/N.

Their eyes locked as he caught her, both of them with smiles so bright they could blind someone. After a split moment Y/N's eyes moved from his to outside the window.

"Harry look!" She exclaimed, unraveling from Harry's hold.

Harry felt his mood change when she did, he missed how his heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked, how she felt against his skin.

"It's snowing," Harry replied, moving to stand next to her as she stared out in awe.

"Look Fred and George are pelting Ron with snowballs!" She pointed out, "We should go out there! Maybe not to save Ron but to go have some fun of our own."

Harry never wanted to let Y/N down so he said yes instantly.

The pair headed out once they were ready, Y/N grabbing Harry's hand excitedly pulling him out to the now snowy grounds of Hogwarts.

The two had built a snowman first, Harry and Y/N rolling him out, grabbing random sticks making his arms, rocks for his mouth and eyes and they didn't have a carrot so they used Harry's wand as his nose.

Harry named him Jack Frost after the character he had heard about once before, figuring he was cool enough to be fit for their snowman.

Though Jack Frost didn't live for long as Y/N and Harry had started running around, mimicking Fred and George's previous actions, and throwing snowballs at each other left and right.

Jack Frost was caught in the crossfire.

Harry had tackled Y/N, both of them crying out once they realized they had pummeled Jack Frost.

They had patted down his snow and held a small funeral for him.

Saying their respects as though he was a real person. Normally Y/N wouldn't do this, even more so with anyone else, but Harry had always entertained her ideas.

He didn't make her feel as though it was real.

He acted along side her, like it was normal to hold a funeral for a snowman.

If only she had known Harry would entertain her ideas for the rest of his life if she let him.

Harry wanted nothing more than Y/N to be herself, and that's all she ever was with him.

But she didn't.

Moments later Y/N heard her name being called, she turned around to see her boyfriend, Joshua, waving over at her.

A smile appeared across her face, a smile Harry thought only he had known.

"Hey Harry," Y/N started, turning towards the raven haired boy, "Is it okay if I go with Josh?"

Harry felt a pang in his chest. Today was supposed to be their day.

Joshua makes Y/N happy. Harry thought. And you make Y/N happier, you were here before him.

Harry reluctantly pushed those thoughts aside, only muttering three words. "Yeah, of course."

"Great, thank you Harry," She smiled, now beginning to walk away. "I'll talk to you later!"

Harry couldn't even speak, he just nodded at the girl as she walked away.

Running into the arms of the man she loved.

Harry watched as he picked her up and spun her around, he watched as she laughed like she did with him.

As much as Harry didn't want to admit it, he longed to be Joshua.

He longed to love Y/N L/N and he longed for her to love him just the same.

But she wouldn't.

To her, Harry was her best friend. Her platonic love.

Nothing more.

And Harry would always deal with that, how his heart hurt more and more as the days went on of having to see her in the arms of another man.

But there was nothing he could do.

She was happy.

And he supposed that was enough for him.

Best friends, support each other.

And Harry never wanted to admit it but he had to, best friends, and that's all that we'll be.

#harry james potter x reader #harry james potter fluff #harry potter x reader #harry james potter #hjpslytherclaw #harry james potter imagine #harry potter x fem!reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction

318 notes · View notes

candy8448 · 6 months

Text

Linktober 2023

Masterpost

It's finally done! Its been a really long month doing both inktober and linktober but i now have some really cool pieces that im proud of, especially since its my first time doing linktober

Inktober

Days 1-10

Days 11-20

Days 21-30

Day 31

The games we managed to involved are:

ALBW, BotW, SkSw, Totk, OoS, MM, LA, ST, TFH, TP, WW, OoT, ALttP, MC and finally The original Legend of Zelda!

24 notes · View notes

cal-daisies-and-briars · 27 days

Note

Tell me more about number 6 vampires! Los Angeles! Eddie Diaz’s will! 💜💜

Oo okay so it's called Long Death, will be very angsty, and involve the changes to Eddie, Chris, and Buck's lives after a vampire outbreak in LA. Two main 9-1-1 characters will be badly impacted, but I shan't say who!

#daisies and briars writes #long death fic

8 notes · View notes

skyward-floored · 2 months

Note

7, 11, and 15 for the ask game?

7. What's the weirdest thing (character) has done/ would do?

You didn't specify so random Link again... Hibiscus! (the Link from alttp, oos/ooa and la).

The weirdest thing he's done? That's a very long list of experiences to sort through XD Having an entire adventure be a dream was certainly up there though, as was repeatedly traveling back and forth between the past and the present-day. The current multiple-versions-of-yourself-time-traveling-disaster is probably one of the weirdest though. Meeting his successors is weird.

11. What's (character)'s opinion on their Zelda?

Randomly picked a Link again... Kaleidoscope! (Link from plain-old four swords).

Kal is really close with his Zelda, he's her best friend, and they've known each other since they were little. He respects her a great deal, and knows she's going to be an excellent ruler when she's a little older, but he also worries about her a lot ever since the whole Vaati mess. Once got into a bar fight on her account.

Answered 15 here!

#thanks! :D #answers from the floor #lovely uniquevoidflowers #courage of ages #coa hibiscus #coa kaleidoscope #linkverse ask game

7 notes · View notes

psalm22-6 · 1 year

Photo

I have a hard time explaining this one . . . it is part of a series called Classics in Slang by H. C. Witwer and in each instalment a boxer named One-Punch McTague reads the classics (like Hamlet and Ivanhoe and Notre-Dame de Paris) and then retells them in “slanguage.” He also fights people with names like Rabit Punch Weird. Apparently Ethel Kingsley is a character teaching him to read and is also his manager (and possible love interest?) ? My disclaimer is that it was kind of hard to track down this installment, let alone the 8 before it so I am quite confused by the particulars of this saga and because the last name McTague is apparently Irish, I’m wondering if the humor is hinging on prejudice? I can’t tell whose slang is being imitated here. Please weigh in because honestly some snippets of this are funny. Source: Collier's, 25th December 1926 This instalment on Les Misérables was published on Christmas day (people just love Les Misérables for Christmas)

LES MISERABLES By Victor Hugo & One-Punch McTague ONCE upon a time a burly stranger breezed into a little slab in that dear Frawnce, tired, dusty and ragged from a long game of pedestrianship. The facts that he was afoot caused him to be viewed with suspicious looks, as in them days everybody traveled on stilts, except the upper classes, which hadst their own gnus to carry 'em.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, our hero kept on walkin' till he reached the drum where the bishop lived and knocked smartly on the door. In a trice he was inside.

"How are they breakin', Bish?" the new comer says. "I'm Jean Valjean and I been a galley slave for nineteen years come Arbor Day. That shouldst of rated me a job in that movie Ben Hur, but I get the air wherever I go on the account I'm a escaped convict. I'm as homeless as a milk bottle ! Tough, what?"

"I'll say it is!" agrees the bishop, which was nothin' if not big-hearted. "Sit down and knock off some chow, Big Boy; you look in dire straits!"

Whilst showin' the inner man some consideration, Jean told the bishop the reason he'd done the nineteen-year stretch was for stealin' one loaf of bread. The bishop said nothing — just coughed.

Jean couldn't get no shut-eye that night from thinkin' of the high prelate's kindness to him, so to show his gratitude he grabbed all the silverware in the joint and took it on the run. He was no Nurmi [I swear this is a reference to a Finnish runner who won nine Olympic gold medals in the 20s], how the so ever, and was soon brung back by the cops. But to the amazement of all, includin' me and Victor Hugo, the jovial bishop told the John Laws everything was jake, because he'd gave the heirlooms to Jean for him to get a new start in life. As long as the whole silly affair was only in a novel, what did the bishop care?

Jean turned up again in the village of Oo La La and by improvin' on the shape of mustache cups, the chief manufacture of the town, this go-getter soon become a wealthy millionaire. He called him self Father Madeleine and on that account the yokels laughin'ly made him mayor. Everything was hotsy totsy and Jean was sittin' handsome.

But they was one bird which thought the mayor was phoney and that was the chief of police, Javert, whose old man was so stingy he wouldn't give him a first name. Javert hadst been born in jail and spent his life tryin' to make everybody permanent visitors to his birthplace. Hearin' that Father Madeleine hadst adopted a cunnin' little tot entitled Cosette, Javert went to him and says the followin':

"Well, they fin'ly nailed Jean Valjean. He's goin' to jail at Paris next week!"

"So's your aunt Anastasia!" remarks Father Madeleine, unperturbed. "I happen to be Jean Valjean myself!"

"That's what I thought!" grins Javert. "You fell for my plant like the Jasper you are! Will you go to Paris peaceable and take the rap, or shall I call my minions?"

"I love that," says Jean. "I bet you don't even know what a minion is, you big sapolio!"

But, nevers the less, he checked out for Paris that same night and told all to the police, which was so charmed to see him that they sent him to the galleys for life, with the idea of turnin' him in to a master oarsman as a reward for him givin' himself up.

D'ye think all this bothered Jean Valjean? Hades, no! That very same Xmas he come to light again in Sacre Bleu, the French hamlet where he'd put little Cosette to board. He paid her bill and left without stealin' anything, as he was gettin' absent-minded, and they moved into a handsome garret in gay Paree.

Jean never bounded around in the day time as he was duckin' the galley cops, not cravin' to go back to that tiresome rowin' racket no more. But at eve he done all his prowlin' with the other dips which pass in the night, and one gloamin' whilst droppin' a gulden in a beggar's hat he got the thrill which comes once in a lifetime. The beggar was the gumshoe, Javert. More grief!

Scamperin' home, Jean grabbed Cosette and they done a fade-out, with Javert and a battalion of dicks hot on their French heels. They come to a high wall and Jean Valjean hadst to laugh. He'd climbed so many hoosegow walls that this one was a pipe for him. Over he leaps with Cosette in his arms and lands in a convent.

"Nuns the word!" says Jean to the good sisters and stayed there six years as landscape gardener. Javert done nothin' but gnash his teeth all durin' that period.

Jean then went through the motions of changin' his name to Fauchelevent and havin' a yen for the bright lights he again went back to Paris, where Cosette grew up to be a traffic stopper of the first water with more curves than a corkscrew. One of her first acts was to sink to the neck in love with a young youth rejoicin' in the name of Marius, the son of a gil which rejoiced even more in the name of Baron Pontmercy.

Then along comes a passin' revolution and what with bullets and knives flyin' back and forth like sparrows, Paris become another Chicago for a time. Marius was foreman of a street barricade, or a barracuda, as we call 'em, and the first day of the fun he captured Jean's old-time hindrance, Javert, as a spy. The dick was sentenced to be shot at sunrise and was prayin' for a eclipse, when along comes Jean Valjean and asks permission to be allowed the pleasures of bumpin' off this pest personally.

Holdin' his gun in his hand, Jean led Javert behind a bush and there cut the copper's bonds. A boob for the ages, what?

"Beat it!" says Jean. "You're as free as advice for a cold!"

Javert fled a few feet and then turned back with a wild cry.

"I can't be annoyed runnin' you down all my life!" he hollers. "Cook me and be done with it!"

"Who's writin' this book — you or Victor Hugo?" snarls Jean. "Vamp!"

When Jean dashed back to Marius he found that the sheik which hadst won Cosette's heart and hand hadst got himself wounded. The poilus was shootin' everybody right and left, with no regards to lovers and the etc. They was only one chance to escape and that was through a sewer, but Jean Valjean hadst never learned to hesitate. With a maniacal howl he tore off the manhole cover and plunged beneath with Marius on his shoulder!

[from here on out the scan is cut in a way that obscures a letter in the middle of each word down the page so I put in parenthesis words that I’m not sure make sense or can’t see]

The ters raged about him, but he rag right back at 'em and done a [Edeto] the mouth of the river. When come to the surface with Marius, [whoes] he see sittin' on the bank waitin' him but Javert! That simply [poisd] Jean!

By [?] time this funny sleuth was beginni to slightly annoy Jean, so after [?] Marius to a medico he went with Javert to his room. Javert stayed outside thinkin' matters over. Whils the was officer of the law he couldn't leave Jean Valjean escape and on the other hand he couldn't pinch the guy which [had] spared his life. The thing was a [?]-off all around, so Javert run back the river and crowned a life of nonsense by jumpin' overboard and drownin. The big stiff was all damp, anyway.

Marius, wiry youth, got better and wed Cosette, and Jean called 'em both to his side. “As long as Javert has kissed off, kiddies, there’s no kick left in life for me no more, there bein' nobody to chase me!" he sobs, and so did I when I read this. "That bein' the case, I'm goin' to One side, please!" And executin' a back somersault, he fell to the floor deceased, and legend hath it he’s dead to this day!

#les miserables #my research #lm inspired #speculation and mysteries

57 notes · View notes

radiant-reid · 2 years

Note

would love to know what kind of life you think spencer would have if he wasn't in the BAU (like in an alternate universe)! e.g. his career, friends, family life, etc (love ur posts btw heheh)

oo this is such tough one and i know he talked about having some random imagined future as a farmer in the show ?? but that's not here

career: the easy answer is engineering but engineering dudes and the new finance bros, ew. I can't imagine an alternate universe where he's not rich, but i don't think he would have gotten rich from tech. i can't see him as an entrepreneur either but maybe he would have started a business ?? also, teaching, i think he's too smart to be a professor all his life. and we'll hope he never finds a cure for something because he might ✨ disappear ✨ the things i can see him doing;

-medicine, because he loves helping people out -law, probably starting with criminal defense because i don't think he could be part of an unfair prosecution team but then if he ever had to defend someone he thought was guilty, i think he'd switch to medical malpractice suits, environmental, and immigration. i don't think he'd be able to do it for too long so i think he'd eventually become a judge because he's quite smart - maybe controversial but politics (hey, president Reid) because he's smart and honest so he'd be better than 98% of politicians out there. - once he has money, i definitely think he would have founded a charity

location: i just cannot see him living on the west coast. and i know he's from las vegas, but i can't see him living somewhere hot either, idk he screams snow at winter to me. dc or boston make sense to, maybe nyc or chicago for a little bit when he's in his 20s. when he has kids and gets married, i think somewhere outside of a city, hopefully Potomac MD since i'm convinced it's the nicest place in the country. wherever he lives, he has a very nice house worth at least a few million as well as other property like an apartment somewhere he goes for work and a lake house

family life: i think about this a lot. he'd definitely be married and have 3 or 4 kids, but i'm not sure the order of gender. GG twins, B, G could be a winner or G, BG twins, G. whatever it is, more girls than boys (if not all girls) and i'd really love to see him with twins. i also think they'd be pretty close in age and he would have taken some time away from work when they were little. private school (international if they'd like), a nanny who can speak another language to them so they're bi-if not multi-lingual, international travel, ivy colleges, trust funds. lots of luxury but he's very careful to teach them their privalage

wealth not a private jet (he's environmentally conscious) but first class always. he invests in lots of start-ups, particularly medical ones, and stocks, and founded a charity. he doesn't flaunt his wealth but i think he has lots of designer clothing, and because he's so wealthy he mostly buys from eco-friendly shops for things like socks when he could get cheaper ones from Walmart. loves to spoil people, his wife has a very pricey engagement, nice jewelry, birkins, nice cars, the kids get everything on their birthday/Christmas lists, their house has elegant art and furniture

friends a lot, some from work but probably more from outside of work. especially once he comes out of his shell as an adult and because i think his wife would be an extrovert who quickly discovered her dorky boyfriend could charm people and contribute in just about any conversation

#i'd love to know what y'all think his au job would be #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid headcanon #cate's soapbox

114 notes · View notes

eudaemon-m · 7 months

Text

btw guess who's in en beta again some brick stuff lower (nothing new im just having fun)

La Brique translation with typos as per usual

she's neat ok it's not like im gonna just spend all this time taking screenshots uoou

also do you have an idea how long The brick skill descriptions are. there's an essay there

idk if i'll have time to participate in guide making and other useful beta stuff this time etc etc but oo. brick

12 notes · View notes

virromanus · 25 days

Text

20 Intermediate Italian Phrases for Travelling Around Italy

Dov'è la stazione? (Where is the train station?) - Pronunciation: doh-veh lah stah-tsee-oh-neh - Phonetic: /doˈvɛ la staˈtsjoːne/

Potrebbe aiutarmi? (Could you help me?) - Pronunciation: poht-rehb-beh ah-yoo-tar-mee - Phonetic: /potˈrebbe ajˈutarmi/

Posso avere il menù, per favore? (Can I have the menu, please?) - Pronunciation: pohs-soh ah-veh-reh eel meh-noo, pehr fah-voh-reh - Phonetic: /ˈposso aˈvere il meˈnu, per faˈvore/

Quanto dista? (How far is it?) - Pronunciation: kwahn-toh dees-tah - Phonetic: /ˈkwanto ˈdista/

Posso pagare con la carta? (Can I pay with a card?) - Pronunciation: pohs-soh pah-gah-reh kohn lah kahr-tah - Phonetic: /ˈposso paˈɡare kon la ˈkarta/

Un biglietto di andata e ritorno, per favore. (A round-trip ticket, please.) - Pronunciation: oon bee-lyet-toh dee ahn-dah-tah eh ree-tor-noh, pehr fah-voh-reh - Phonetic: /un biʎˈʎetto di anˈdata e riˈtorno, per faˈvore/

Che ore sono? (What time is it?) - Pronunciation: keh oh-reh soh-noh - Phonetic: /ke ˈore ˈsono/

Posso vedere la mappa? (Can I see the map?) - Pronunciation: pohs-soh veh-deh-reh lah mahp-pah - Phonetic: /ˈposso veˈdere la ˈmappa/

C'è una guida in inglese? (Is there a guide in English?) - Pronunciation: cheh oo-nah gwee-dah een een-gleh-seh - Phonetic: /tʃɛ uˈna ˈɡwida in inˈɡleːze/

Mi sono perso/a. (I am lost.) - Pronunciation: mee soh-noh pehr-soh/ah - Phonetic: /mi ˈsono ˈperso/ˈpersa/

Potete chiamare un taxi? (Can you call a taxi?) - Pronunciation: po-teh-teh kyah-mah-reh oon tahk-see - Phonetic: /poˈtete ˈkjaːmare un ˈtaksi/

C'è una fermata dell'autobus qui vicino? (Is there a bus stop nearby?) - Pronunciation: cheh oo-nah fehr-mah-tah del-ow-toh-boos kwee vee-chee-noh - Phonetic: /tʃɛ ˈuna ferˈmata delˈlautobus qui viˈtʃino/

Quanto tempo ci vuole per arrivare a...? (How long does it take to get to...?) - Pronunciation: kwahn-toh tem-poh chee vwaw-leh pehr ah-rree-vah-reh ah... - Phonetic: /ˈkwanto ˈtempo tʃi ˈvwɔle per arriˈvare a.../

Posso avere una mappa della città? (Can I have a city map?) - Pronunciation: pohs-soh ah-veh-reh oo-nah mahp-pah del-lah chee-tah - Phonetic: /ˈposso aˈvere ˈuna ˈmappa ˈdella tʃitˈta/

Ho prenotato una camera. (I have booked a room.) - Pronunciation: oh preh-noh-tah-toh oo-nah kah-meh-rah - Phonetic: /o prenoˈtato ˈuna ˈkamera/

Dove posso comprare un biglietto? (Where can I buy a ticket?) - Pronunciation: doh-veh pohs-soh kom-prah-reh oon bee-lyet-toh - Phonetic: /ˈdove ˈposso komˈprare un biʎˈʎetto/

Posso avere il conto? (Can I have the bill?) - Pronunciation: pohs-soh ah-veh-reh eel kohn-toh - Phonetic: /ˈposso aˈvere il ˈkonto/

C'è Wi-Fi qui? (Is there Wi-Fi here?) - Pronunciation: cheh wee-fee kwee - Phonetic: /tʃɛ ˈwiːfi qui/

Dove posso trovare un bancomat? (Where can I find an ATM?) - Pronunciation: doh-veh pohs-soh troh-vah-reh oon bahn-koh-maht - Phonetic: /ˈdove ˈposso troˈvare un baŋkoˈmat/

C'è uno sconto per gruppi? (Is there a group discount?) - Pronunciation: cheh oo-noh skon-toh pehr groop-pee - Phonetic: /tʃɛ ˈuno ˈskonto per ˈgruppi/

#learning italian #italian language #italian #italiano #travelling in italy #travel #travelling solo #italian travel phrases #italian phrases #italian linguistics #italian phonetics #intermediate italian

3 notes · View notes

hecatemoon87 · 11 months

Text

A Modern James Delaney Story - master list

Chapter Eight

Tala walked quickly to her office and closed the door behind her. She bit her bottom lip and softly hit the back of her head against the door.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she muttered. She then walked over to her desk and woke her computer. Typing in the password she tried to focus on her inbox.

Just a mere minute ago she had kissed James in the supply room.

She had innocently entered the supply room to fetch a notepad. James had entered not long after and was frantically shifting through a drawer.

"What are you looking for?" Tala said, holding her notepad as she came to stand next to him.

"I need a bloody battery for my keyboard. I have a fucking meeting in ten minutes and I need to update my presentation," he said, irritably.

"Okay, I saw a drawer back here labeled batteries," Tala said, walking back over to where she found her notepad. She opened it and asked, "What kind do you need?"

"Two double As," he said. She picked out two batteries and placed them in the palm of his hand. "Thanks," he said.

"You're welcome," she replied. She moved forward to leave, but then moved at the same time and they bumped into each other. Tala could feel the heat of his body warming the little space that was between him.

James did not hesitate and fully accepted her kiss. He slipped one arm around her waist and with his other hand he carefully brought it up to the side of her face. Tala parted her lips and James slipped in tongue into her mouth. Their tongues locking, Tala moan softly into him.

His scent smelt clean, with just a hint of cologne that made her pupils dilate. She gripped her notepad hard in both hands as her eyes met his. This was too much for her to control any longer.

A passionate ferocity that she could no longer deny bubbled up in her, and she dropped her notepad and kissed him.

Her hands gripped his shirt tightly at the waist, then she brought her them up to his muscular chest and smoothed them down to his abdomen. James growled with pleasure when she bit his bottom lip.

The sound of the supply room door opening caused Tala to push away. Rita, the receptionist, stuck her head in.

"So that's where you can find the batteries Mr. Delaney," Tala said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she left as quickly as possible.

As she burned a path through the carpet back to her office she heard Rita telling James that some important caller was on the phone.

Not able to focus any longer on her inbox, Tala picked up the phone and called Helga.

"Oo la la, Ms. Swiftstorm, getting it on with her boss," Helga teased.

"Shut up, I can't believe I did that!" Tala said, freaking out a little.

"Boring. I want details, not drama," Helga said.

"Jesus, Helga. Fine, it was fucking fantastic, alright? His beard is so soft and his lips, god his lips are were so bouncy. And his tongue, the things he did with his tongue just inside my mouth was glorious. I want more," Tala said whining.

"Then get more. What's the problem?" Helga said.

"I don't know..." Tala said. She paused when she heard a soft knocking at her door. She glanced up when it opened and Rita popped her head in.

"Hello! Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were on a call," Rita said, cringing.

"No, it's fine. What's up?" Tala asked, pleading silently that Rita had not seen her and James kissing.

"Nothing important, just wanted to make sure you found that notepad you were looking for?"

Earlier Tala had asked Rita where she could find a notepad. That's when Tala realized she had left it on the floor of the supply room.

"Yeah, I did. I found it. Um, it's great. Very nice notepad. It's here, in my drawer, safe and sound," Tala said, lying her ass off.

Rita smiled and then closed the door.

"What's this about a notepad?" Helga asked.

"Nothing. Look, I have to go kill myself or maybe get back to work, I don't know which yet," Tala said.

"Fuck him, Tala. Fuuuuuuck, James," Helga said in a small little imp like voice.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Tala said, making a face.

"I'm acting like the devil on your shoulder," Helga said, as if Tala should have known that.

"You don't need to change your voice. You are the devil on my shoulder," Tala said. This made Helga laugh and they said their good-byes.

Close to five o'clock, Tala signed off her computer for the day. Her plan was to leave before James spotted her. As he shouldered her purse behind her desk, her office door open. James stood at the threshold.

"Shit," she muttered.

"Shit? That's interesting considering you're the one that started all this," he said, closing the door behind him.

"I just wanted a notepad," Tala whined and wiggled in frustration.

James furrowed his brow, a bit confused at her comment, but ignored it and walked over to face her.

"I don't get you. You're interested, you kissed me, but right now you're trying to run away?"

"I do like you, I did kiss you. And yes, I'm running away," she said, nodding in full agreement.

"And?" he said.

"And I don't know what I want, okay? You seem like a very complicated man. Albeit, a very sexy and mysterious man," Tala said, nibbling on her lip and forgetting her point for a moment. "But!" she said, pulling herself back into focus. "But, I want a committed man. Not just a fling."

"Do you think I just see you as some sort of object?" he asked.

"Yes? No? Maybe. You've been with a lot of women, James. I read plenty about you and just through the media alone I've counted sixteen different women on your arm through out the years."

"Fuck, didn't you hear anything I said about what the media wants to portray about me verses the actual truth?"

"Yes, but...fine, look me in the eye and tell me you didn't sleep with each of those women," Tala said, folding her arms and waiting.

James shifted uncomfortably in place. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "I slept with most of them."

"Ah-ha! See? You can't commit," she said.

"Fucking hell," James said, bringing a hand up and pinching the bridge of his nose. He released his face, his hand dropping his side. "Alright. Done. We'll just be friends. Happy?"

Tala was not happy. She didn't like this final conclusion he came to. "No," she said, scuffing her high heel against the floor. James sighed then closed the gap between them. He placed his hands on her arms and looked her square in the eyes. "Give me a chance, then. Hmmm?"

Tala gazed deep into his gorgeous blue eyes. They were blue at the moment, but depending on the light they were green, sometimes gray, other time slightly brown. They were lovely.

"Okay, you're right. I'm asking you to prove yourself, but I haven't given you a chance," she said.

"I respect you, Tala. I'm not playing games," he said, stroking one of her arms. She placed her hands on his chest and said, "Swear to me."

He brought a hand up to her chin, hooked a finger under it and said, "I swear it."

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #james delaney au #james delaney

17 notes · View notes