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Amalie’s original content masterpost

Since tumblr’s page feature has failed me, this is now a post that I will keep periodically updated.

This is an attempt at keeping a list of my posts about Danish (and bits of other languages). If you’re looking for a specific post that you’re almost 100% certain I created, but it’s not on the list here’s my tag for original posts, and here’s my tag for posts about Danish.

Basics: Danish numbers – A defense

The “Danish – An Introduction” series: pt. 1: expressions of politeness / basics pt. 2: nouns pt. 3: prepositions pt. 4: determiners pt. 5: adjectives pt. 6: verbs pt. 7: pronouns pt. 8: adverbs pt. 9: conjunctions

A little more than 625 basic words in Danish

~300 Danish concepts

Vocabulary lists: Halloween in Danish

Denmark, Scandinavia, and the Nordic region in Danish

Tea in Danish

Winter in Danish

Desserts in Danish

Kraftedme! – Swearing in Danish

An assortment of more or less ridiculous Danish phrases to incorporate into your day-to-day life!

Keeping a diary in Danish

Dreamy stuff in Danish

Knitting in Danish

Valentine’s Day in Danish

An assortment of more or less ridiculous Danish phrases to incorporate into your day-to-day life! (part the 2nd)

Top ten Danish sayings according to me

Grammar: Use of pronouns in Danish

A fairly comprehensive post about Danish gender neutral pronouns

Ask about gender neutral pronouns and links for three academic papers on the subject

Music: Dansk julemusik

modersmål (playlist of all the Danish music I could think of)

An attempt at transcribing Os to eller hva’ by Michael Falch

ESC 2018 Finale songs that aren’t in English

Speaking – how do?:

Danish filler words (”like”)

How to pronounce hygge

Use of formal you (De) in Danish

Three spoken Danish things you won’t learn in class (extraposition, det/så, and avoiding inversion)

How to pronounce soft d

Ham/hende den

Miscellaneous: The difference between “at mangle” and “at behøve”

Beating people to death in Danish vs. Swedish

Being bored and boring in Danish

An unnecessarily long explanation of vår/høst and forår/efterår in Danish and other North Germanic languages

The difference between “at træne” and “at øve”

How to write “æ/Æ” by hand

What it’s like to live and work with 6 people of 5 different nationalities and none of you is a native English speaker

A list of random words I learned while taking Spanish at uni

Brød [ˈbʁœðˀ]

Recipe for Danish pancakes

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"I love your hugs"

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist] [Mal's Orphanage]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) Other Characters: Lydo (M!OC, child) ; Rayden (M!OC, child) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow (future) Word Count: <800 Rating: General Prompt: @choicesficwriterscreations "I love your hugs" ; @choicesjuly2022challenge: Hurt/Comfort

Setting: This takes place at Mal's orphanage. He and Daenarya have just adopted Lydo and Rayden.

Synopsis: Mal and the boys are out playing in the yard when Rayden gets hurt.

The high-pitched sound of his soft cry pulled her attention. Daenarya quickly ran outside to the backyard where the children were playing. 

She rushed toward them, finding Lydo knelt on the ground beside his brother. "What happened?" 

"We were playing a game, and Rayden ran after the ball and tripped," Mal explained, brushing back the boy's dark, shaggy hair.

"I'm sorry, Miss Daenarya. I didn't mean to throw the ball so far." Lydo held his head down, his body trembling.

"Oh, Lydo," she tucked her finger under his chin, lifting his face. His eyes filled with unshed tears. She continued, "No one blames you. Accidents happen."

Mal playfully nudged the crying boy. "Rayden's going to be okay. You're a tough kid, right? A few scratches won't stop you."

The young boy nodded, trying to put on a brave face. Tears covered his reddened cheeks, dripping down on his tunic.

Daeanrya's eyes narrowed at Mal as a scowl grew on her face. She wrapped her arms snuggly around Rayden, holding him against her chest. "I've got you. We'll get your scrapes all cleaned up and put some healing salve on them. How does that sound?" 

He sniffled, nodding against her shoulder. He snaked his arms around her neck. "Okay." 

The older boy stared at his brother. His lip quivered as worry still filled his face.

"Lydo, why don't you and Mal go get Beary," Daenarya suggested. She shifted Rayden a little. "Don't you think Beary would help?" 

He nodded, not letting go of her. 

"I can do that!" Lydo answered with relief, bounding back toward the house to get the bear. 

Her fingers tenderly stroked through the young boy's hair as his sobs quieted. "Let me take a look at where it hurts." 

He shook his head and held her tighter. "I think it's better."

"Yeah?" She smiled, kissing his forehead as she wiped his tears that continued to fall. "Well, let me just check." She attempted to shift him to get a better look, but his grasp on her didn't loosen. "You don't have to be brave with me. It's okay to cry and to be hurt. Everyone gets hurt and upset, even me... even Mal."

"Really?" His big, tear-filled eyes met her gaze. 

"Of course." She tickled him softly, trying to get a smile. "I could tell you many stories about Mal getting hurt on our adventures... and sometimes in the kitchen when he thinks it's funny to play with knives instead of using them." 

Rayden smiled at her words. 

"It's okay to admit it hurts."

He nodded thoughtfully, considering her words.

"Do you think I could take a look?" 

"Here—" Lydo interrupted, slipping Beary the bear between his brother and Daenarya. 

"That was fast!" Her gaze shifted to Mal, who rushed out after the boy. 

"We ran the whole way—" Mal huffed, leaning forward on his knees, panting. "—up the stairs. Twice."

"We forgot his little pack." Lydo gestured proudly to the bear's tiny leather satchel that Mal had made for Rayden so Beary could be an adventurer and collect treasures, too. 

"That was very thoughtful of you," Daenarya smiled at Lydo before turning her attention to Mal with a growing smirk. "Looks like someone's out of adventuring shape!"

Rayden giggled softly. "Too many sweets and grape juice with Kitty."

"What???" Daenarya pretended to be shocked. 

"That was supposed to be our little secret!" Mal grumbled as Rayden laughed a little more, the pain in his eyes easing. 

"What will I do with you boys?" She gave them all a suspicious look before shifting her attention back to Rayden. "I guess I'll start with you! Let's see those cuts."

"Not yet!" He nestled further into her.

"You know I'm going to have to look."

"I know. Just another minute." 

"Yeah? What's gonna change in a minute?"

"Nothin'. It's just—I love your hugs, Mama."

Tears pooled in her eyes at his last word. Her reply caught in her throat. She held him tighter, kissing the crown of his head repeatedly. "Oh, my sweet boy, how I love your hugs, too. Thanks for letting me be your Mama."

A grin of pride widened on the Rogue's face as he watched Daenarya with the youngest of their recently adopted sons. He slung his arm around Lydo's shoulder, pulling the older boy into him. 

"What's that for?" Lydo squirmed under his grasp, trying to act tough.

Mal's knuckles rubbed in his hair as he hugged his eldest son. "Just because."

Lydo leaned into his adopted father's embrace as he glanced once more to his brother happily in Daenarya's arms. He smiled softly, knowing he and his brother were safe and loved; and now, they always would be.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. I do adore this little family and I hope you do as well.

Please forgive any mistakes or typos. I didn't have a chance to edit but I wanted to post it anyway.

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A Little Game

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist] [Mal's Orphanage]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) Other Characters: Rayden (M!OC), Lydo (M!OC) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow Word Count: <800 Rating: Teen (some suggestive nsft bits because it's these two and it's just who they are, but also fluffy family goodness)

Setting: This takes place at Mal's orphanage and is after Mal and Daenarya decide to adopt Rayden and Lydo but before they knows she's expecting.

Synopsis: Daenarya and Mal are playing a little game of their own when their boys ask to join in.

"Daenarya!" He attempted to scold, his words lighter than he meant as a laugh rumbled in his chest. 

"Shh," she warned, softly kissing above his hipbone, taunting him with her soft lips.

"Kit! That tickles!" He complained, trying to shift away from her unrelenting kisses. "This isn't what I meant," he choked out between chuckles.

"It's not?" She questioned. Her brown eyes widened, and her lashes batted softly, feigning innocence for a moment before she returned to her endeavors. Her teasing tongue trailed lower, meandering over every sensitive spot she had come to know and love, his laughter roaring louder with each careful touch.

His moan filled the room as his fingers tangled in her hair, begging her further.

"So loud today, Mal Volari." She repeatedly kissed over his pants, tantalizing him in a whole new way. "What ever are we to do about that?" She rested her chin on his thigh, denying him of his growing desire for her. She glanced curiously up at him, searching for an answer to her question. His darkened gaze met hers, a low growl rumbling on his lips. 

"Hmm," she hummed, ignoring his lustful gaze. Her fingers caressed soft circles on his inner thigh, both tickling and teasing him as his body bucked under her practiced touch. 

"You're going to be the death of me one day."

"Is that such a bad thing?" She nipped playfully at the exposed skin of his abdomen, her palm stroking his growing length, earning her a low moan. "I can think of worse ways to go." 

His hips bucked into her caress as his torso twisted away from her tickling kisses. The delightful mix of pleasure of play overwhelmed his senses. A guttural sound left his lips, somewhere between a groan and laughter.

Daenarya quickly covered his mouth with hers, trying to quiet the Rogue, but it was too late.

A faint knock sounded at the door. "Is Mr. Mal okay?" came Rayden's little voice. His words were muffled most likely from quite literally attempting to talk through the door. 

Mal threw his head back, groaning further in frustration at the interruption.

Daenarya bit her lower lip, fighting back her mischievous grin and laughter. 

Lydo's attempt to pull his little brother away did little to deter him. The young boy knocked again. "Mr. Mal?"

"One minute," Daenarya finally replied, leaning on Mal's chest. "This is what you wanted—what we wanted—a family."

"Our family—" His fingers threaded gingerly through her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ears. "—and I wouldn't have it any other way." 

She kissed him softly, the pads of her fingertips stroking his beard as he straightened his light tunic. "To be continued, my love."

"Come in, boys," Mal offered.

"Wait—" Lydo attempted to stall his brother, but Rayden stormed in, looking to see what the matter was.

"Are you okay? I heard a noise... You didn't sound okay," he decided, innocently shaking his head to the sides.

The older boy took a more hesitant step into the bedroom. "We can go."

"There's no need for that." Daenarya patted the bed beside her, ushering them to join. 

Rayden hopped up, nestling into her lap. "What were you doing?" He questioned with bright eyes filled with curiosity.

"Playing a little game," Daenarya smirked. Her gaze drifted to the strategically placed pillow that now covered Mal's lap to hide the course their little game took moments earlier. 

"What's the game?"

"Tickle Mal!"

"Ooo, I wanna play," Rayden begged, his eyes widening impossibly large. "Can we play, please?!"

"Sure, but—" Daenarya's brow arched. "Then, I get to tickle you next!" She kissed his forehead, offering a few teasing tickles on his side, sending the young boy into a fit of laughter as he squirmed and wiggled in her grasp. 

"Stop," he giggled, happy for the attention. "Mr. Mal first."

"Fine," Daenarya relented. She pulled Rayden closer, whispering in his ear. He nodded and turned to Lydo. 

"Ready?"

The boys nodded.

"3... 2... 1!"

As Daenarya's countdown ended, the three attacked Mal. Daenarya on his sides, Lydo to his feet, and Rayden under his arms, rendering the Rogue at their mercy (and he wouldn't have had it any other way). 

Their roars of laughter filled the room. 

What once was a derelict building in a forgotten part of town was now a beacon of hope. What once was an empty room was now a home. When they started this journey, the pair had set out to help young children find a better life. They never expected that their first two rescues would rescue them in return. It was the one thing they had all always craved and longed for, and by some chance of fate, they found it in each other—family.

Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge "that tickles"

A/N #1: I couldn't think of a better title for this fic and I finally wrote something I wasn't about to stress over a title. This is kind of random and mostly unedited/unrevised. I just wanted to write and not worry about trying to make it "good". So please excuse any mistakes. I hope it's still enjoyable.

A/N#2" I don't know why Rayden calls Mal "Mr Mal" but in my head it's adorable when he says it, like he's looking up to Mal as this super important special hero person, he'll definitely transition away from it eventually. I'm super excited for him to call Daenarya "Mama" , but Mal will be "Mr Mal" for a while

A/N #3: If you are still reading, hi! I hope you enjoyed this random story and all my subsequent ramblings. You have no idea how much you reading my writing means to me. Likes, comments, and reblogs are so very much appreciated. Thank you for reading.

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Open Heart image prompt:

The Sound of Joy

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~800 Rating/warning: General (no warnings) fluff, comfort/care, surgery Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge: doctors; picture/ask above A/N: I wrote this quickly and for fun. It's a little silly. And, I didn't really worry about editing, so apologies for any errors.

Synopsis: Edenbrook has accepted a new surgical intern.

For a wing filled with children, the melodies of abundant laughter and cheer were seldomly heard ringing in the hall. Olivia didn't have the luxury of seeing them on their best days—but that was the life of most doctors. Doctors saw people on their bad days and often on their worst days. Today was one of those days.

Joy was scheduled for surgery to repair a congenital heart defect. Despite weeks of checkups and visits getting ready for the big day, the young girl spent most of the morning crying in fear of what was ahead. Her parents' best efforts to soothe and distract her were for naught. Nothing seemed to settle her. As her worries grew, her BP climbed out of the acceptable range to be cleared by pre-op.

Olivia hoped Joy would calm herself while she checked on a few other patients. She didn't want to administer an ACE inhibitor to lower her blood pressure unless she had no other choice.

As she approached the room where she had last heard the cries of a frightened girl, she now found squeals of delight. A hopeful smile crept across her face as her heart lightened at the pleasant sound—that was what she liked to hear, the sound of joy.

A few nurses lingered at the door, peering into the girl's room, their hands covering their mouths.

"Everything okay?"

"You're a lucky lady, Liv!"

"What?"

The nurse simply pointed into the room.

Olivia's gaze followed her gesture. Joy knelt forward on her bed; a smile stretched wide across her face. Beside her sat Bryce, clutching something to his chest. She snuck in for a closer look, only to find him hiding a kitten in his sweatshirt.

Her eyes widened, and her own fingers clasped to her lips at the sight of a cat in a mini mask and scrub hat peeking out.

"She's our newest surgical intern, Cali," Bryce explained, letting Joy stroke her paw. "That means she gets to help me with surgeries to make people better."

"She does?"

"Mmhmm, but only the extra special ones."

"Which ones?" She waited with bated breath.

"Only patients whose names start with J."

She thought for a moment, considering his words. "My name starts with J!"

"It does?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "My name is Joy. J-O-Y!"

"Hmm, that does start with a J! Do you know what that means?" He paused, letting her excitement grow. "That means Cali can help me with your surgery to help make your heart better. Would that be okay?"

Her head shifted up and down eagerly in reply.

"You're going to have to be extra brave, though. Cali can get a little scared."

"I can be brave," she announced, sitting up a little straighter.

"I knew you could! Do you think you can lie back so Cali and I can take a closer look at you?"

She did as requested, keeping on her bravest face. "Like this?"

"Perfect." Bryce took a marker from his pocket. "I'm just going to open your gown a little. I need to make a couple of little marks to remind Cali where your heart is so we can make you all better."

Her smile faltered, her eyes snapping shut as Bryce checked the surgical site, methodically making the necessary marks. "All done."

"I'm all better now?"

"Not yet, but soon." Bryce carefully scooped Cali out of his hoodie, giving Joy more access to her. "Would you like to give her a quick hug before she and I have to get ready to make you better?"

The young girl nodded, accepting the cat and hugging her close. Despite her nervousness, she persevered, holding onto her new found bravery.

"Next time you see me, your heart will be all better." He retrieved Cali, concealing her back in his hoodie. "Remember, this is our little secret. Shh—"

"Thank you, Doctor Lahela," Joy's parents offered as they hugged her close.

"Anytime." He turned to leave, his gaze meeting Olivia's. Her smile of awestruck wonder said it all. His fingers brushed against hers as they walked out of the room together.

"Where did you get a cat?" She marveled.

One of his brows arched challengingly as a smirk played on his lips. "I can't just go revealing all my secrets to just anyone."

"Just anyone, huh?" She folded her arms across her chest.

He stroked the cat's soft fur, keeping her calm. "Luckily for you, she only lets me tell her secret to people whose names start with O."

"Does she now?" Olivia drew closer, petting the cat gently. "I thought it was J names?"

"That's for surgeries. O names are for secrets...and kisses."

"Aren't I just the lucky one?"

He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, his lips hovering over her forehead.

The soft meow Cali stirring between them pulled them apart as Olivia giggled. "I guess it wasn't O names."

"At least not for kisses." He shook his head at the kitten, who licked his finger playfully. "I should have known—like owner, like cat—always interrupting us."

Thanks for the picture prompt @songsaboutgirls ! What an adorable picture. I love this little surgeon!

A/N2: Again, I apologize for any typos, weird medical things that don't make sense, or general nonsense. Despite that all, I hope you enjoyed this weird little story that just happened for no reason other than that picture lol.

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Sooo cute and well written (as always)! "He was an idiot, but he was her idiot" is definitely my favourite line. And I love interaction between Keiki and Bryce 😊💕

Falling

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Other Characters: Keiki Lahela Book: Open Heart  Word Count: ~500 Rating: General, fluff and silliness aka idiots in love

Prompts: @choicesjanuarychallenge2022 : why

Synopsis: Bryce has gotten himself into a situation and needs Liv's help.

"Livvvv—"

She heard his cry even before she twisted the key in the lock.

"Help! I'm falling!"

Her pulse quickened, and her eyes widened. Hastily she threw open the door, dropped her bag in the doorway, and ran toward the sound of his voice.

"Liv! You're here!"

Her efforts were halted as she found him upside down on the couch, legs over the back and head hanging down toward the floor.

"What're you doing?" Her voice rose with concern. "I thought you were actually falling."

"I am falling," he repeated.

"No, you're not." She breathed a sigh of relief, clutching her chest as she caught her breath from the panic that had risen.

"Yes, I am," he insisted with a smirk. He reached out toward her, begging her closer. "I'm falling more in love with you."

She couldn't stop the stupid schoolgirl smile spreading across her face at his words. He was an idiot, but he was her idiot.

"How about a kiss?" He puckered his lips, eyes closing as he waited.

"Is he drunk?" Olivia turned her attention to Keiki, lounging on the recliner.

She glanced over to her brother. "Don't think so."

Olivia's face marred with confusion. "How'd you know I was home? I heard you before I even had the door opened."

"I'm psychic!" He winked. "Now, about that kiss."

Keiki scoffed and rolled her eyes. She barely looked up from her phone. "He's been calling for you and repeating that line for the past 20 minutes."

"You didn't help?"

"Why?" Keiki looked dumbfounded. "He's clearly fine... or at least he was." She shrugged nonchalantly. "I came when I heard him the first time, found him like this, and decided it was more fun to see how long it'd take for him to actually fall from blood pooling to his head."

"Keiki!"

"Don't worry. I would've recorded it to share with you—" A slow smile crept on her face. "—and the rest of the world."

Olivia rested her face in the palm of her hand, shaking her head lightly. "You two really are siblings, aren't you."

"Livvvv," Bryce started again as she moved to go shut the door she had left open in all the commotion.

"Let me guess—" She turned back, her brow raising. "—you're falling?"

He nodded. "How'd you know?"

"Bro, you need to chill," Keiki interrupted. "You might actually have brain damage at this point."

Olivia relented, kneeling beside him. She knew Keiki was kidding, but she might also not be that far off if he was allowed to continue.

Her lips press softly to his. "I'm falling more for you, too... even like this. Now, let's get you up and let all of your blood go back where it belongs, okay?"

His strong hands tangled in her hair, guiding her back to him.

The heat of his breath danced over her skin. His lips brushed hers gently at first before pressing deeper. His head rushed, finally feeling the pressure from the increased blood. He sucked her lower lip as he pulled away. "Ow."

"Your head hurts?"

"Yup." He pressed his fingers to his temples, his eyes squeezing shut. "It was worth it."

Thanks so much for reading. This is truly a silly, pointless drabble. I just love how in love these two idiots are. They're so fun to write.

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A Very Lahela Christmas: Hala Kahiki

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Characters: Bryce Lahela, Keiki Lahela, Mrs. Lahela Book: (pre) Open Heart Word Count:  < 600  Summary: In a prequel to Open Heart, Bryce helps  Keiki celebrate Christmas in her own way. *family fluff* Hala Kahiki is Hawaiian for “pineapple”

This takes place around the same time as A Very Lahela Christmas: Kanaka Hau

Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge​​​ Sibling Appreciation ; @choicesdecemberchallenge​​​ Christmas

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“She just wants to help decorate the tree.” He attempted to hold his temper, knowing it would do little to help his cause. 

“We must have a sense of decorum, dear. Your father pays good money to have our house curated for the holidays,” Mrs. Lahela explained, sipping her tea indifferently to her son’s discontent. 

“At least let her hang the ornaments she made on the tree?” 

“I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “It would offset the whole composition. You know how these interior designers on, putting their heart and soul into things. I couldn’t have their work disturbed. Keiki will understand one day.” 

“No. I don’t think she will.” Bryce scowled. His long hair tossing to the sides as he shook his head in frustration.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.” The teenager grabbed his weathered leather jacket from the back of the couch and left without another word.

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Hau'oli Makahiki Hou (Happy New Year)

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] [Keiki Lahela]

Characters: Bryce (teenager) and Keiki Lahela (child) Book: Open Heart (prequel) Rating: General: all the fluff, holiday: New Years Word Count: ~850

Synopsis: Bryce has the perfect way to celebrate New Year's Eve with Keiki.

Prompts: Sibling Appreciation: @choicesmonthlychallenge ; beginning @choicesjanuarychallenge2022

"I thought you wanted to spend tonight with your friends?" Keiki questioned as she quickly followed her brother down the busy Mililani street.

"I did—I do." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "But that's later. Right now, I'm spending some time with you. Is that okay?"

She nodded. "I like spending time with you."

"I like spending time with you, too."

Keiki grinned gleefully. "But, why'd we have to sneak out of mama's party?"

"Because I want to show you something." His brow rose, and his lip tugged at the corner.

"What is it?" She asked curiously.

"It's a surprise!"

"Why?"

"Because it'll be more special that way?"

Keiki considered his words for a moment. "I do like special things."

Bryce suppressed a chuckle. "I know you do." He gave her hand another squeeze as the crowd of people grew denser. "Stick close, okay? I'm right here. I won't let go. It's just a little further."

"Okay." Her voice was quiet. She shifted closer, pressing herself against him as people brushed past them.

"Almost there," he reassured her, keeping her close. He watched the bright, yellow pineapple illuminating the sky grow closer as they neared their destination. He glanced frequently at his little sister, wondering if she had spotted it yet, but she hadn't seemed to. Her focus was on the bustle around them.

"Excuse me... 'scuse me... whoops, sorry man... excuse me." Carefully, he wove them deeper into the crowd. "Okay, this should be good enough."

Keiki looked around. Her brow furrowed, and her lip twisted. "I don't like it here," she whimpered as someone pushed up against her. She sniffed quietly. "I want to go home." She buried her face in his thigh.

"Hey, it's okay. I've got you." He stroked her back softly. "Let's make a deal. Be brave for one minute because I've got something to show you, and if you still want to leave after, then I'll take you home. Deal?"

She nodded, still clinging to him.

"I'm going to pick you up so you can see better, and it'll get you away from the crowd, okay?" He scooped her up into his arms, resting her on his hip.

Keiki wrapped her little arms around his neck.

"See, this is already better, isn't it? Now, I want you to look up over there. I think you're going to like it. You got this!"

Slowly, she turned her head just enough, following where he gestured. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes widened in wonder, the lights of the glittering pineapple above reflecting in the dark of her eyes. "Woah!"

"Pretty cool, huh?"

"It's so, so big!" Her lips pulled into a smile that spread from ear to ear. "It's like my pineapple Christmas tree! But much, much bigger. Ooo! Can we get one?!"

He laughed, holding her safely. He was thankful she continued on before having to answer that.

"Why's it floating?"

"You know how we watch that shiny crystal ball from New York drop on TV? Well, this is our version of it. When the crystal ball drops there, this pineapple drops here to show the new year has begun."

"I thought I was too little to stay up for new years?" She questioned curiously. "I'm not little, though!" Her brows pulled in, and her lips pressed together as she gave her best serious, "big kid" look.

He couldn't help but laugh at her spirit. "Luckily for you, this celebration takes place when the new year comes to New York, not Hawaii, so it's a few hours earlier."

"Why does New York get the new year first? That's not fair," she pouted. "We should be first. We have a shiny pineapple. It's much nicer than a boring ball," she stated firmly before returning to marveling at the sight. "It's so pretty! And shiny!"

"I'm glad you like it."

"Wait! Will it break when it drops?" She worried, clapping her palms to her cheeks. "It's too pretty to break!"

"No, they'll lower it carefully as we all count down to the beginning of the new year. It'll be safe. Promise."

"Okay. I hope so."

"Speaking of which—"

The crowd around them stirred with anticipation as they prepared for the impending countdown to signal the symbolic new beginning.

Bryce shifted Keiki onto his shoulders so she could see perfectly. "Hold on."

The two watched and counted along as the pineapple grew larger as it descended from the heavens. Cheers and excited applause rang out around them as confetti rained down around them.

Bryce pulled her back into his arms, hugging her. "Hau'oli Makahiki Hou! Happy New Year, Keiki!"

"Happy New Year." She giggled, hugging him back. Her attention shifted back to the enormous, glittering pineapple. "Can we come again next year?"

His stomach dropped at her request. He attempted to school the pained expression that flashed on his face. "That would be nice, wouldn't it... For now, let's just hold onto tonight." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, swaying in time with the merriment of the crowd. "Let's remember this, okay?" He held her in his arms, letting the joy of the moment linger as long as possible.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little memory for my favorite siblings!

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Kokoleka Wela (Hot chocolate)

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] [Keiki Lahela]

Characters: Bryce (teenager) and Keiki Lahela (child) Book: Open Heart (prequel) Rating: General: all the fluff, winter/holiday Word Count: ~700

Synopsis: Hot cocoa is a winter must even in Hawaii. Bryce helps Keiki enjoy the perfect cup of cocoa.

Prompts: Sibling Appreciation: @choicesmonthlychallenge ; hot chocolate: @choicesdecemberchallenge2021

"More?"

"More!" She nodded. The enthusiastic five-year-old rested her chin on the counter, carefully watching the rich chocolate syrup fall into the mugs. "Almost... Okay! That's probably good."

Bryce suppressed his chuckle at her calculating expression. He added one last drizzle to each of their mugs. "What's next?"

"Marshmallows!"

Her eyes widened as she hopped up onto the stool, pulling the jar closer to her. "So. Many. Marshmallows!!!" She marveled before reaching into the container with both hands, grabbing as many of the tasty treats as she could manage. A few of the mini marshmallows fell from her grasp, spilling on the counter as she dumped handfuls of the topping into each of their mugs.

"I think that's enough!" He pulled the jar back from her as the liquid rose in the cup, threatening to spill onto the counter.

She shrugged, stealing a few marshmallows off his mug. "Your loss."

Bryce sprinkled a dusting of cinnamon and nutmeg on top. Then, with a flourish, he grabbed the can of whipped cream and constructed the perfect whipped cream mountain atop their chocolatey treat.

"Done?"

"One last thing!" He added a pinch of toasted coconut to compliment the coconut milk he used.

"Okay, now are you done?" She complained, getting impatient.

"Yes!"

"Yay!" She licked her lips and extended her arms to reach for the mug.

"Not yet!" He stopped her quickly. "Coat on. Mittens too!"

"Why?" She whined, folding her arms across her chest. Her lips turned down in a pout. "It's almost 80 degrees."

"You trust me, right?" He took her parka and held it up for her. She nodded, moving slowly toward him. "Then, trust me. I told you we were having the perfect hot cocoa—that doesn't stop with the drink."

"Fine!" She conceded, putting her arms in the jacket sleeves as he helped bundle her up.

"And the mittens," he reminded her, throwing on his weathered black leather jacket.

"Now, can I have my cocoa?!"

Bryce pulled up her hood, securing it around her face. He smiled as he took in the sight of the young girl: bundled for winter in the mountains from the waist up and ready for the beach with her shorts and flip-flops. "Yes; but, not here."

Ignoring her confused expression, he placed their mugs, a plate of gingerbread cookies, and a handful of candy canes on a try. "Come on."

He led her down the hall to the parlor room. It was perfect for his plan since their mother had set up a snowy white Christmas tree with silver adornments there.

"Ready?" He paused at the closed doors. "Go on."

Keiki signed, rolling her eyes as she opened the double doors. The cool, crisp air kissed her nose as a toothy grin spread across her face. "Woah."

"I may have turned the air conditioning all the way up and added some fans with ice to help things along," he stated proudly. "If we're going to enjoy the best hot cocoa, I thought we should do it right!"

Keiki wasted no time running toward the pile of pillows and blankets Bryce had arranged for their picnic next to the enormous and finely decorated tree.

He closed the doors behind them and followed closely behind. He set the tray down in front of his eager sister. "Now, you can have your cocoa."

Keiki wrapped her mitten-covered hands around the large mug, bringing it to her lips. "Mmm." She hummed, enjoying the way the soothing liquid warmed her cheeks despite the cool room. "So good!"

"Yeah?"

She nodded enthusiastically, taking another sip.

"Glad you like it." He reached for his mug.

"Do you think you can make it snow?" Her words were mumbled by the cookie she managed to cram in her mouth in the two seconds since he had looked away.

"Maybe next time, Keiks." He hid his growing grin behind his mug, sipping the warm treat. He shook his head softly, enjoying her excitement at it all. She would be the one thing he'd miss when he left at the end of the school year. But he couldn't think of it now; they still had months of memories to make before he worried about that. Until then, they would just have to make the most of every moment.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this little drabble 💖 I apologize if it's not good, I've been sick for the past week and am waiting for a covid test.

Tags in a reblog, please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!

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Welcome Home, Jovie!

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (OC) Other Characters: Keiki Lahela, animal shelter volunteer Book: Open Heart  Rating/Warning: General *Fluff*; brief mention to animal neglect Word Count: ~1,450 Prompt: Mango: @choicesaugustchallenge ; @choicesbookclub OPH Book 2

Synopsis: Olivia, Bryce, and Keiki head to a local animal shelter to rescue a pup and give him or her their fur-ever home.

A/N: I had every intention of giving these three a bunny, but #TeamDoggo won the vote.

"I still think we should get a hedgehog." Keiki crossed her arms as she got out of the car.

"I can't help it if people like dogs best," Bryce gloated, pleased that his Pictagram post had received the most likes and comments, cementing the choice for their future pet. "Besides, what would you even do with a hedgehog?"

"Take adorable photos," Keiki interjected. "Did you even look at the recent ones I sent you? They made him a little tent and set up a campsite for him. It's the most adorable thing ever! Think of all the precious photoshoots we could have!"

"No."

Oliva's lips pressed together in sympathy, wrapping her arm around Keiki's shoulder supportively. "They really were adorable. Maybe one day."

"I guess," she sighed, her posture slumping. Her eyes widened, turning her attention to Bryce. "It's just that... after you left, I was all alone." Her voice dropped somberly. "I didn't have anyone to talk to or play with—it was just me. I had to pretend a lot. Looking at all the cute hedgehog pictures gave me something to hold on to with the hope that one day I could have one of my own. Since owning a hedgehog in Hawaii is illegal, I thought here my dream could finally come true."

His face softened, taking in his sister's requests.

"I guess some dreams are meant to be broken." She sniffled, wiping away a single tear, and then turned into Olivia.

"Bryce!" Olivia appealed, gesturing to his crying sister in her arms.

He exhaled noisily, running his fingers through his hair. It was the least he could do to make up for leaving her all those years ago. "Ughhh. Fine. If it means that much to you, then maybe we can—"

"Oh my god, really?!" She turned quickly, her tone rising instantaneously.

His gaze narrowed on her overly cheerful appearance and noticeable lack of tears. "Wait. Did you just make that up?"

"What? No! Why would I do that?" She rambled defensively.

"You were this close!" He held out his fingers to demonstrate. "Close, but not close enough, Keiks. Now, let's go meet our new dog!" Bryce moved eagerly toward the shelter.

"Did you really make it up?" Olivia lowered her voice as she and Keiki followed closely behind.

"I might have embellished and taken some creative liberties." She shrugged. "It was worth a try."

"Have you considered auditioning for the school play?" Olivia looked at her in bewilderment.

Keiki's lips turned up, and her face brightened. "It's crossed my mind."

"A dog will be fun!" Olivia nudged her cheerfully. "And don't forget, we still all get a say in which dog we adopt. You might just find one you love!"

The three had researched nearby shelters and looked online for available dogs. There were too many choices, so they settled on some criteria to help narrow their search. Despite the adorability factor of puppies, they decided a puppy needs more time, attention, and training than they currently have to give. They also limited their search to small and medium dog breeds. Big dogs are floofy and fun but need more room than is available in their apartment. With this focus, they found an animal shelter just outside of Boston that had several potential matches.

Despite all three of them initially wanting different types of pets, the moment they entered the shelter, they were like kids in a candy store. Olivia and Keiki cooed merrily at each pup they saw, their eyes growing impossibly large, taking in all the adorableness around them. The rounds of affection pleased each of the pets they greeted, happy to have the attention. Bryce's eyes glowed as he moved more thoughtfully and purposefully, looking for just the right surfing companion.

"Aww!" Olivia fell to her knees beside a cage with a scrappy, tan dog. "You're so cute!"

The two-year-old mutt tilted its head to the side, looking up at her.

"Keiki! Over here! Look at this sweet girl!" Olivia covered her mouth as her eyes grew wider. Her tone quickly shifted as she cooed at the curious canine. "Yes, that's you. You're a sweet girl, aren't you, Mango."

The dog yipped in response, her tongue hanging out to the side of her mouth as she panted contentedly.

"Ohmygosh! She's adorable!" Keiki knelt beside Olivia, putting her hand up to the metal bars. A smile grew across her features as the dog licked her fingers.

"Aww," the two girls sounded in unison. Their high-pitched cheer brought Bryce to their side.

"What even is it?" His brow arched at the smallish-medium dog.

Olivia gestured to the sign attached to the corner of the cage. "It says Mango is a spaniel mix/breed unknown."

His lips pursed, not as taken by the dog as them. "I don't know."

Before he could protest further, one of the shelter volunteers was beside them. "She's a great choice! Mango came to us a couple of months ago from unfortunate living conditions. She had been neglected and was malnourished. But, she's a trooper. She's recovered wonderfully. Would you like to meet her?"

"Yes!" Olivia blurted out. Her teeth showing as she smiled brightly. "I mean—yes, please. Thank you." She breathed, trying to contain her enthusiasm.

"Come on, girl," the volunteer directed as he opened the cage door.

The honey-colored dog poked its head out apprehensively, sniffing the air cautiously.

Bryce sat beside his sister, holding his hand out for the dog.

"It's okay," Keiki offered quietly.

Mango inched her way forward, looking between the humans staring at her. Her head tilted to the side, her tail wagging tentatively as they continued speaking quietly to her. Feeling more courageous, the pup bounced up, hopping into Olivia's lap.

She roared with laughter, her head falling back as the eager dog licked her cheek.

"Liv! She loves you!!!" Keiki gently ran her fingers down the dog's back, moving closer.

As if on cue, Mango turned her attention to Keiki, looking to offer her affection to the next human. "She's amazing!"

Bryce tried to keep a straight face, but as Mango made her round to him, his face softened.

She dropped down playfully in front of him. Her front paws fell low to the ground as her hindquarters raised; her tail swooshed happily in the air.

"What? You want to play?" His voice was light as he leaned down to her.

Mango barked and spun around in a circle before resuming her jovial stance.

He slid his hands down her back, capturing her vibrating tail.

She followed his movements, barking and turning to try to catch him.

Olivia's squeal of excitement pulled his attention from the dog. "You love her, too!"

He sighed half-heartedly. "Do I even have a choice?"

Olivia turned toward Keiki; their matching smiles showed they had already made their decision. "Technically, yes, but since there are two of us, and one of you... there's no point."

"We're really going to adopt a dog named Mango?"

"Why not?" Keiki defended. "They're delicious!"

"Exactly! They're a fruit! Not a dog," he insisted.

"We named her Mango. She didn't come with a name," the worker interrupted. "When she first arrived, one of the things we found she loved most was mangoes. That little girl couldn't get enough of them."

"See! There's a good reason," Keiki argued. "It's fine. You'll get used to it."

"If the name is troubling you, should you adopt her, you could change her name," the volunteer suggested.

"That won't confuse her?" Bryce questioned.

"Dogs are resilient and highly intelligent. Many of our adoptees end up with new names. Dogs of any age can learn a new name in as little as a few days to a week."

"Hmm," Bryce considered.

"Belle?" Olivia suggested immediately.

"Honey?" Keiki offered quickly.

"Princess."

"Sweetie."

"Fluffy."

"Snookums"

"Smushie!"

"Mr. Fluffikins!"

"It's a girl," Bryce interrupted the girl's back and forth.

Keiki shrugged. "I stand by the suggestion."

Olivia watched as the dog pranced between the three of them, her body fluttering with joy under their attention. "What about Jovie?"

"Like Bon Jovi?" Bryce questioned.

"No, Jovie, like jovial. She's so cheerful despite everything that she's been through. She hasn't let her bring her down."

"Aww! That's adorable, Liv!" Keiki agreed. "I like it."

"Is this going to be a thing now? I'm continuously outvoted?" Bryce grumbled apathetically, feigning protest.

"Well, you are going to be living with three girls," Olivia smirked. "I'd get used to it if I were you."

His gaze narrowed toward her, as she winked in reply. There were certainly worse things to happen than being surrounded by three females that he adored.

The decision had been made.

"Welcome Home, Jovie." Olivia scooped the dog in her arms, letting the affectionate pup pepper her face in kisses.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story. Tags will be in a reblog, please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed.

A/N2: Holland Roden is my Olivia face claim; her dog Fievel will be Jovie's face claim.

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hey~

hope you are having an amazing week!

how would you feel about doing a noah harris x mc request from the best vs worst prompts?

maybe 21. best day at school vs worst day at school OR 27. best game vs worst game?

hi anon! thank you for the request, #27 was fitting and allowed me to close-out the chapter of my noah x mc arc (a little bit got cut out from my outline, but at least now it's finished).

author’s note: when I got this prompt, I decided to take the outline I had written for a continuation of my other MTFL fics and retro-fit it here, which is why it’s a bit longer than typical prompt fills. this finally gave me the motivation to continue the relationship I started in “first choice” and “the perfect gift.” I also drew some real-life inspiration from patrick mahomes of the kansas city chiefs (national football league in the u.s.). enjoy!

copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. series/pairing: my two first loves - noah harris x mc (emma price) rating/warnings: 13+; none based on/prompt: best vs. worst / 27. best game vs. worst game; also inspired by the song “never really over” by katy perry word count: 1.7k summary: two years after graduating college and agreeing to go their separate ways, the universe seems to want emma and noah back together.

best game vs. worst game

worst game

emma tapped her finger on her thigh nervously as she waited in her boss’s office for her first assignment. she had spent the last two years since graduating college curating a travel blog for a small magazine, which had allowed her to travel all over europe, north america, and south america – an experience she knew was probably once-in-a-lifetime.

but she was homesick and decided to return stateside once her contract was up. it didn’t take long to find a position with a professional agency that contracts photographers out for high-profile athletic and celebrity events. even as a junior photographer, she was going to have the chance to take her own photos.

her boss finally handed her a sheet of paper without so much as a glance, motioning toward the door. emma supposed she was excused then, quickly scanning the sheet as she walked out to her car. a pre-nfl charity meet-and-greet was the assignment, and if she wanted, she could stick around to take some back-up photos of the game.

seemed easy enough. except the team was the nightingales. where her ex-boyfriend was currently the quarterback.

a little over two years ago

noah gripped emma’s hand, leg thumping nervously in anticipation. his other hand held hazel’s, who wasn’t faring much better at keeping still. on the other hand, mrs. harris had sat frozen still in front of the t.v. for the last thirty minutes, and emma had to keep glancing over to make sure she was still breathing.

to say they were all on edge was an understatement. in a matter of minutes, they’d find out of noah was going to become a professional football player.

“and the twenty-third pick goes to… noah harris!”

the room filled with squeals as they all jumped up from the couch and gathered noah into a giant group hug. his arm never left emma’s waist, even as he lifted hazel off the ground in excitement.

“you’re coming with me, right?”

she avoided his gaze, choosing to hug him and duck her head underneath his chin instead.

“tonight is about you! we can talk about us tomorrow. we should be celebrating!”

emma took a deep breath and pulled her car out onto the main road, making sure her phone was navigating to the stadium. she hadn’t seen or spoken to noah since they broke up – even though he tried to understand her reasoning, which was that he needed to focus on football and she was going to be traveling constantly – and she wondered if he was still upset.

if they ran into each other, would he even acknowledge her?

her mind raced with different scenarios of how their “reunion” could go and before she knew it, she was pulling into the stadium parking lot reserved for press. you’re here to do a job, she reminded herself as she took a deep breath and made her way into the meet-and-greet area where players were speaking to and hanging out with several families and children.

she took a quick look around and sighed in relief when she didn’t see noah anywhere. she could do this.

about an hour later, she was packing up her equipment. the game would start soon and she needed to get into position. she hefted her bag onto her shoulder carefully before standing up, immediately wobbling under the weight and losing her balance.

a strong arm wrapped around her waist and steadied her.

“thank you—” her voice died in her throat as she looked up at the man that still haunted her dreams.

his eyes and face were mostly the same, but there was a hardened edge to them that wasn’t there a few years ago. his body and shoulders were much larger as well, and he pretty much overwhelmed her frame.

“hey cheerleader.”

she swallowed. “hi, noah.”

his hand lingered even as she righted herself and cleared her throat nervously.

“good luck—”

“it’s good to—”

they chuckled, tension broken for the moment as they looked into each other’s eyes.

“harris, let’s go!”

noah shoved his hands in his pockets and took a step back. “maybe we could catch up after the game, if you want to.”

her eyes brightened. “i’d love to.”

they didn’t get the chance. the world seemed to move in slow motion when emma saw noah go down in the pocket from a particularly bad tackle. he had to be carried off the field in a stretcher and it was all she could do to keep from running onto the field.

they had broken up so he could focus on his career. she hoped it wasn’t in vain.

best game

two years later

emma crouched low to the ground with her long-range camera, snapping pictures of the huddle. there was less than twenty seconds left in the game – just enough, if barely, time for one last play. they needed a touchdown. and she could feel the nervous energy in her body thrumming in time with that of the crowd.

when noah went down with that horrific injury a couple years ago, most people wrote him off and didn’t think he’d play again. and if he somehow managed to recover? they all just said he probably wouldn’t be the same. a collarbone injury was usually a career death sentence for quarterbacks.

but the media, press, and so-called sportscasters didn’t know noah like she did. how strong a fighter he was. how he picked himself back up after every setback and pushed onward.

this time, she was with him every step of the way.

that didn’t mean he had an easy go of it.

he had to get surgery and go through months of intense physical therapy to get his shoulder feeling back to normal. then he had rehab for football to try to get back into form. and there was always doubt as to whether he’d be as good as before.

the season hadn’t gone smoothly. they scraped and clawed their way to the playoffs, with opposing teams taking advantage of noah’s occasional hesitance in the pocket and conservative throwing by pressuring his position. but somehow, they pulled through.

sportscasters all over would remark about how something seemed to just “click” back into place for noah harris.

only noah and emma knew what that something was.

a few weeks earlier

“are you nervous?”

noah hummed thoughtfully as his hand trailed up and down emma’s shoulder.

“surprisingly, no,” he said after a moment. “win or lose, i have everything i’ve ever wanted right here in my arms.”

emma chuckled. “when did you become such a romantic?”

“you know you bring it out of me.”

he turned on his side so he could nuzzle his nose in her hair. “you’re it for me, babe.”

“me too, noah. i mean it. if you’ll have me forever, i want that with you.”

noah pulled back to look at her. “for real?”

she nodded.

of course, emma couldn’t say with confidence that their conversation made that big of a difference, but noah’s performance every game afterward seemed to be nothing short of miraculous. by all means, his shoulder should still be giving him trouble, but the way he was throwing today in the championship game would make anyone wonder if he had been injured at all.

but this was it. everything was riding on this last play.

they were down by three points and too far for a field goal. a touchdown would end the game and clinch the championship. the team wasn’t known for playing it safe, not with noah and his arm at the helm.

emma was glued to her camera lens and clicking away, but she was barely focused on the shots. she just hoped the footage was positioned correctly and usable. she heard noah call out the play and quickly scanned the field as players moved into position.

a hail mary.

it really was going to come down to these last few seconds.

she saw the wide receiver break through the line and speed down the field, turning back to where noah had stepped back, arm poised to throw. on instinct, emma moved her camera up and snapped the shutter, capturing the exact moment noah released the ball, right before he was tackled to the ground.

and then everything seemed to move in slow motion.

she swung the camera to the left, finding the receiver in the end zone with his arms outstretched. he jumped up and the ball came arcing directly into his arms and the stadium roared with such an intensity she thought she was going deaf.

emma quickly put away her camera and left her bag with her assistant before running on to the confetti-strewn field, weaving around reports, players, and staff.

she knew noah got tackled. she needed to see that he was okay.

despite the reporters surrounding him, she squeezed her way through and wrapped her arms around him.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” she yelled over the stadium noise. “i knew you could do it.”

noah smiled and removed her hands from his neck. she frowned in confusion as he took a step back and dropped to one knee.

“what are you doing?”

he was holding out a ring box in his hand and she had no clue how that got there. did a trainer or someone sneak that over to him?

it didn’t matter. it didn’t matter that they were surrounded by tens of thousands of screaming fans or that this moment was likely being broadcasted live by the sheer number of cameras around them. it didn’t matter that his friends and teammates were all hollering and creating a protective circle around them.

all she could see was the love of her life looking up at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“the championship ring we just won today is nothing compared to what this ring means right here,” he said, opening the box to reveal a very sizable diamond.

“marry me, em?”

emma squealed, not caring that it made her look like an excited teenager.

“of course, i’ll marry you!”

noah carefully placed the ring on her finger before wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up. he swung her around before placing her carefully back on the ground, bringing her in for a deep kiss.

“i love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“i love you too, noah,” she whispered back as they held hands and headed off the field.

* * * * * taglist: @choicesficwriterscreations; @khoicesbyk; @nyastarlight; @chetachisblog; @robintora; @shows-simp-card; @brycesgirl;

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A P P S

All the apps listed here are available to download on iTunes (iOS). Bolded = not free.

Duolingo

Learn Danish

Danish by Nemo

Mango Languages

Danish Flashcards

Learn Danish (different from 1st one, in-app purchase)

Babbel (one free lesson)

Study Danish Words

WordUP Danish

Learn Danish - Wordpower

Woorden

Gus on the Go: Danish for kids

LearnOasis

W E B S I T E S

Danish Class 101 

Speakdanish.dk

Copenhagen Language Center

101 Languages

Ielanguages

Grammar explorer

Loecsen

Learn with Oliver

Polymath

BBC

Unilang

Transparent Language

Basby

D A N I S H  N E W S / R A D I O / T V

DR

TV2

Berlingske

BT

Billedbladet

Politiken

Jyllands Posten

C O N J U G A T I O N / V E R B S

Verb conjugator

Verbix conjugator

Verb list

Wikibooks verb list

Vores fællesprog

A simplified grammar of the Danish language

500 Most common verbs in Danish

T E X T B O O K S

Perfect and periphrastic passive constructions in Danish

Danish: An Essential Grammar

Colloquial Danish (this one is life-saving!)

D I C T I O N A R I E S

Freedict

Dicts

E B O O K S

Saxo

Familieforlaget

Children’s books forever

Det forkerte barn (pdf)

Logos Library

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Vocabulary Trainer

Danish Class 101 Podcast

Danish swearwords

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After Rei had her hair cut short, Bryce decided to change his visual a bit too...

Rei is by the nurse's station checking her patient's results when...

Bryce (off screen): Hey, Rei!

Rei (a bit surprised): ?

Bryce (with that characteristic cocky smirk of his): How's my new haircut? ✨

His hair's just a bit shorter, though.

He knows damn well he looks fine 👌 but he likes hearing it from Rei

Rei automatically blushes by the sight of her boyfriend and is mesmerized by Bryce's gorgeousness ✨ She's the literal 🥺 emoji whenever she sees him.

Rei: Y-you're looking great

✨ Bryce feels satisfied and proud of himself ✨

Jackie (off screen): Stop flirting in your shift, you two!

Bryce: Careful Jackie, is this jealousy I'm sensing? 😏

Rei: We aren't flirting...

Some (AKA Jackie) will say that he got jealous of Rei's new hair, but Bryce allegedly says that he was ✨motivated✨ by his girlfriend

Anyway, I love these two dorks and their new hairstyles 😌💕

Tagging: @nyastarlight @endlessflame @awkwardalbatros @choicesarehard @strangelycami @stillafictosexual @queen-kass-the-writer @indiacater @worldofchoices9-blog @radlovedreamer @fairydustandsarcasm @choicesthot @blackreddish @lilyofchoices @fluffywhitehair @weavingfractals @eileendannie @hellooliviaolivia  @lahelable  @bucket-harrington @god-save-the-keen @choices97  @allthatglitters2020 @thequeenchoices @hellomynameisdevi @dreaming-of-movies @maria-lahela @zodiacsign1 @omgjasminesimone @miss-raleigh-carrera @lahellacute @brycesgirl  @raleighcarrera @simsvetements @wolverinesbeer @virtuallytakenby @anotherbeingsworld @teenytinytanya08 @srta-give-me-my-jax-rl @sitsoncornflake @jamesashtonisbae @lxdy-starfury @kelseaaa  @eleanorbloom @freckles-spangledvampire  @choicesficwriterscreations (if you would like to be tagged in (or out of!) upcoming Bryce x MC fanfics/fanarts, please let me know!)

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oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

[nyastarlight]

Congratulations on getting everything up and running again! 😊❤️

blog giveaway!

I wasn’t confident I could build my blog back up after accidentally deleting it back in December, but with the support of some very key mutuals and new fandom interests (sorry if you followed me for only Choices 🤗 but ILY for staying!), I’m happy to say it’s finally in a place that I feel good about.

So, as a thank you to all my mutuals, followers, and readers who have helped me get my blog back on track, I have decided to do a giveaway! 🥰💖

Rules & Guidelines -

1. You must be following me by Tuesday, March 23 midnight EST. You can unfollow me after if you want, but only followers until I draw names will be eligible. (Exception below the cut)

2. Each reblog of this post will count toward your drawing, up to a max of 3 and only up to the March 23 deadline above.

3. I’ll be using Wheel of Names to draw a random name and will reach out to you. If I don’t hear back in 48 hours, I’ll redraw and pick someone else.

4. If I find that your blog promotes hate, racism, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, queerphobic, fetishizing, etc. type content or posts, you will be ineligible and I will soft block you. This includes if I find whitewashed art on your blog. This has been a problem across fandoms and it is not acceptable. It’s not hard to go back through your archive or art tag and double-check.

*If you’re not sure if art you’ve reblogged or drawn has been whitewashed, ask around, especially known blogs run by poc and poc artists.

Prizes & Additional details under the cut!

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IDK about y'all but I'm tired of OPH MC's hair (I get bored with the same hairstyle pretty often so I practically try new haircuts everytime I go to the saloon). I think we haven't had any new hairstyles in three books (or, if there was any, I didn't feel like it matched with my MC) so here's Rei's new hairstyle. She was a bit nervous of getting her long dark hair cut short, but she felt that it was time for a change.

Rei (blushing slightly under Bryce's gaze): ...

Bryce (completely mesmerized by her new hair. And how pretty his girlfriend is. His heart might have even skipped a beat): ...

Rei (blushing harder and starting to feel a bit embarrassed by his stunned silence): Y-you know... I was starting to grow sick of my hair and... Well, Jackie thought it would be a nice change and...

*Bryce cups her face in between his hands*

Bryce: YOU'RE PERFECT, DO YOU HEAR ME?!

Rei (blushing even harder by his sudden closeness): Yeah, I hear yo--

Bryce: GOOD! BECAUSE YOU'RE PERFECT!✨

Just a small silly piece of these two being cute together. Rei being a nervous fluff ball and Bryce the supportive boyfriend he is 😌💖 Bryce singing "girl, you're amazing just the way you are" like Bruno Mars to Rei on a daily basis lskfskfkgk

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I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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Watercolor Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley portrait by the wonderful @/elsiebsart on Instagram! 

😍😍😍

I love all my digital art commissions, but seeing these lovelies in traditional art was something I couldn’t pass up! Love how soft it is!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Birthday countdown art #4 (2 days to go!)

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