debbyswann

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just a girl in her room trying to create scenarios in her head so that she can actually fall asleep

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“They forgot that it's also the colour of rage”

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“I didn’t want to let them in, her and peeta, but the walls of a person’s heart are not impregnable, not if they have ever known love.”

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if they're gonna keep the epilogue scene in the movie,I'm gonna cry my eyes out

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I grew up seeking academic validation, and now that I'm done with school I feel like I have nothing more to offer. maybe that was the only thing I was good at

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Sanremo week is the busiest week of the year. I have to watch every interview, every behind the scene, be ready to comment and rate every single performance and outfit, analyze lyrics, listen to all of the songs, check if I chose the right singers for my teams of FantaSanremo.... It's a full-time job

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“ora che Lila si è fatta vedere così nitidamente,devo rassegnarmi a non vederla mai più” ❤️‍🩹

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the intensity of this scene!!

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Academic rivals

(short imagine/scenario between a Ravenclaw student and Regulus Black)

(rivalry to more???)

(word count: 1070)

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I sit down at my usual desk, students chatting all around me. I look around, observing my classmates as I wait for the lesson to start. A fellow Ravenclaw student sits next to me, and I gently greet them. We’re exchanging a few words, when I hear a group of other students approaching and I recognise his voice. As I slightly turn to the side, I glance at him while he talks to his friends. Perfect curls, charming voice, spotless uniform…Regulus Black. My eyes linger some more, taking in his appearance and demeanour. While I pretend to look somewhere else, I try to listen in and understand what he’s talking about. I can’t hear his words properly, but I’m sure he’s adding a few French words here in there. I almost roll my eyes; does he really need to do that? Now he’s even saying full sentences in French, leaving his friends half confused, half charmed. The girls are probably fawning over him at this point. I get he knows French; I get it. But there’s no need to use it so randomly. It’s not like he doesn’t know how to speak proper English, so he’s doing it on purpose. Yeah, of course he is. He wants to brag about it, the little show-off. God, I can’t stand him when he’s like this. The way he talks, the perfect nasal sounds, the air of superiority…he’s infuriating. I try to ignore the feeling in my stomach as I hear his soothing voice. I’m sure it’s just because he’s annoying, nothing more. Does he really think he’s the only one who knows a foreign language? I feel very tempted to contradict him. How would he react? Maybe he’d do him some good to be humbled for once...oh, and how tempting to see that arrogant smirk fade. I’m slightly nervous to do something like this, but it’s too late now, the words are begging to come out. I turn to my desk mate in order to avoid looking at him and I mutter:

“C’est un peu prétentieux de parler en français seulement pour démontrer que tu connais une langue étrangère.”

I don’t care if I also sound very arrogant right now, I want him to know that he’s not one step ahead of me. Not this time at least. My desk mate looks very confused, not understanding a single word and why I’m suddenly speaking in another language.

I notice Regulus stopped talking to his friends…he’s definitely heard. My voice was not very loud, but loud enough for him to hear, as he is not far away. I knew he would hear me, he’s always very receptive. The silence is almost deafening, and I know he’s looking at me. I can feel his emerald eyes boring into my skin. But I won’t give him the satisfaction of looking his way…or maybe I don’t want to admit that I wouldn’t be able to keep his gaze. I feign nonchalance, as if I haven’t spoken a single word, and I fix my books and pens on the desk. He’s still silent and with the corner of my eyes I try to steal a glance at him…is he surprised? Is he smirking? I’ll never know for sure because I keep looking straight ahead. Before he can properly react to my challenge, the professor comes in and he soon starts the lesson. I silently let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Later, as class comes to an end, students start leaving the classroom, walking to their next class. I want to be fast and disappear before he can confront me. At the same time, though, I hope he says something about what happened. I quickly pack my things and sneak out of the classroom. But as I’m taking the first steps to walk away, I hear a presence behind me. I know it’s him before he even opens his mouth; I recognise his perfume. “T’appris seulement cette phrase ou tu peux vraiment parler en français?”. I freeze on the spot, my shoulders tensing. I slowly turn to his voice, and I see him literally towering over me, his eyebrows slightly raised. I push away my nervousness and slightly tilt my head up as if to challenge him: “Tu penses être la seule personne qui parle français?”

“Bah, oui”

“Bah, non,” I retort.

He smirks at my reply and says: “Seriously though…How do you even know French?”. I know he’s implying he’s surprised that a poor girl like me knows French, so I narrow my eyes and reply: “How do you know French?”. He snorts and then says: “Ah, you know…it’s a family thing. The noble houses always have a certain education, but you wouldn’t know. My mum taught me some, along with private tutors. Oh, and I spent plenty of summers in France…it just comes natural to me. You can say I’m bilingual”. Everything he says exudes arrogance, but I know he’s just telling the truth. “How about you then?” he asks me, now sounding honestly curious. “Oh, you know…same as you.” I don’t know how I found the courage to joke, but I did. And to my surprise, his lips curl up and he snorts lightly, in an amused way. He then looks at me, expecting the real answer.

“Well… there was this French girl in my orphanage, and she taught me a couple of things. Growing up, I wanted to study foreign languages. Then I got my Hogwarts letter, and everything changed. But I still love foreign languages and study them when I have some free time. English aside, I know French, Italian and Spanish…” I see one of his eyebrows going up; he’s genuinely surprised…or impressed even; I like that. So, I add: “Four is not bad, but I’d like to at least learn one other foreign language. Five would be better."

He smirks mischievously and replies: “C’est un peu prétentieux, non ?”

He’s using my own words against me. I’m speechless at first, then I let out a small snort, shaking my head and poking the inside of my cheek with my tongue. For a few moments, we look at each other with a hint of a smile we’re both trying to suppress. He then straightens himself and says: “See you around, Farrow.” And he leaves, walking to the other direction and leaving me staring blankly at the empty corridor.

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Enzo Scanno: the only man EVER!!!

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I am Snoopy

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okay, but hear me out!!!!

imagine him playing an evil character with this outfit. do you see the vision?

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if I see even one single couple dressing up as Emily and Victor for Halloween, I'm gonna scream and carve my heart out. what do you know about Emily? leave her to the single girlies. leave her to the girls who cry at night because their hearts are too big. leave her to the girls who love deeply but they've never been loved.

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brainrot

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the trope is:

brunette&blonde best friends who shared intimate moments and are clearly attracted to each other, but don't have the guts to say it out loud

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if I speak........

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oh, how I love cute, pathetic young men with longing looks and puppy eyes