#and denmark does not meet them

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Ok but just know that you asked for this.

So there's this preconception, right, that Denmark is flat and Denmark (Copenhagen specifically) has good bike infrastructure. Hell, the yearly listing of best cities for cyclists consistently has Copenhagen at the top of the list. And I was expecting flatness and good bikes when I moved here.

But see. I'm Dutch. The biggest incline on my way to school as a kid was a bike bridge over the highway/freeway/big "4 lane either way" car go fast road. And the steepest was a lil walk-bridge over the channel.

I expected more of that when I moved, because Denmark is Flat, right?

Wrong.

I Know when I'm biking up a hill, because my bike is Heavy and biking upwards makes me want to die. So when I moved here, and I regularly asked myself to bike up ongoing 3% inclines. With my heavy bike that's built for actual city traffic and not This Shit? Yeah that sucked and I want to complain about it. If I put a marble on the ground basically anywhere between my childhood home and school, a 7+ km ride, the marble will stay where it is. Now? Hills! Valleys! Not all of them long, not all of them steep. None of them turn the ground into a wall or anything. But! Flat is different! I know flat! This isn't it!

AND THEN THERE'S THE BIKING INFRASTRUCTURE. Never before have I seen a roundabout where the civil engineers thought "Well. If we have the bikes on the round about. They have right of way over the cars trying to get off the round about. So what if we just. Made the bikes NOT part of the round about, but made them cross a ways over there. Then they're not on the round about and have to give way!" Yeah, and now I have to literally look through the back of my skull to see if there's oncoming traffic. Which means I have to stop - EVEN IF I COULD GO - which means that I'm going to be spending more time crossing that intersection, stop, turn my head 190 degrees (so I can still also look at the cars on the rest of the roundabout) to look at the cars coming from the street I was just on. It's such a disaster.

That's just one example, but in the Netherlands you would NEVER just have the bikes be dumped into the cars' right-turn lane, because cars turning right and bikes going straight don't go at the same time, idiot. And you always have all of your bike lanes connect to something. You never have a bike lane just. End. In a pedestrian zone. With no bike parking. And you always have ways for a bike to turn left, it's not like you're left stranded on the intersection, as I remember.

AND YOU DON'T SEE SIGNS SET TO BLOCK THE BIKE PATH. Cars don't park on the bike path (and if they do they're tourists who have it coming).

It's just. There's the idea that the bike infrastructure is "really good", but there's no follow through. No intentionality. They're just putting fun stuff there, because it looks nice? And then going "Welp, that's our job done!"

Oh, and remember that list at the top from the people who decide what the best cities for bikes are? Yeah spot two is always Amsterdam or Utrecht, and spot three is always Utrecht or Amsterdam. And while I don't personally like Amsterdam (density of people is too high, this messes up infrastructure that's otherwise Fine, I Guess), I don't think the actively car-hostile Utrecht should lose to Copenhagen. Then why does Copenhagen consistently top the list? That's where the people who make the list live. The office that publishes the list is located in Copenhagen. It's fucking nepotism.

AND ANOTHER THING. (yes you're getting the full night-blogging experience here)

Helmets.

If you're an (able-bodied) adult you should not need a helmet when biking on a normal pedal bicycle. (Electric bikes are scooters and thus should require a helmet) A helmet will protect you if you fall. But if you're an adult on a bike you should not be at risk of falling. The overwhelming risk to cyclists is being hit by cars. And a helmet won't help you of you get slammed into by a car that thinks you're uppity for looking after your own safety in getting to the front of the queue in the shared right turn/bike lane.

Helmets are personal protective equipment.

Any safety person will tell you that PPE is the last resort when you haven't been able to eliminate the hazard, subsitute the hazard, isolate the hazard or use engineering and administrative controls to contain the hazard. It's harm mitigation, not harm prevention. Dutch bike safety culture relies on isolation, engineering and administrative controls to make sure the bikes and the cars are not in the same space at the same time (exceptions for 30km/h and slower spaces, but in Denmark I've seen bikes on roads limited at 80km/h). WHY ARE WE SAYING PEOPLE SHOULD BE USING PPE. "PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY" SHOULD BE A LAST RESORT. CHANGE THE INFRASTRUCTURE. YOUR HELMET WILL NOT PREVENT YOU BREAKING YOUR BACK OR CRUSHING YOUR LUNGS WHEN YOU ARE HIT BY A CAR.

Ok I think that's it,

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Considering I follow so many people from so many different countries, there's surprisingly little diversity

[kenniesf1]

people we meet on vacation (pt. 2) | OP81

masterlist part 1

pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader (smau!)

summary: oscar and his childhood best friend, whose families always vacationed together, haven't seen each other in forever. maybe the f1 2025 season summer break is the time for them to rekindle?

tropes: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, social media + written, based loosely off of people we meet on vacation by emily henry

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deuxmoi Formula 1 McLaren driver Oscar Piastri spotted with singer/songwriter Yn Ln sitting outside of a club in Copenhagen, Denmark. The two were seen sharing a cigarette.

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user1 you're not being additive, you're being REPETITIVE

user8 i can't take this anymore LET ME OUTTTTT

user30 love the amount of all caps texts here

user31 we're in the trenches 🫠

user32 ofc they're outside the club

user33 ya like oscar would not be caught dead in a club

user34 every photo i see of them makes me want to jump off a bridge

user35 in a good or bad way?

user36 it's ynoscar, it's in BOTH ways

user37 idk which one of them i want to be more

user38 pls freaky friday with one of them so you can make them start dating 🙏

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oscarpiastri to portofino!

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user39 oscar in his photography era!

user40 bruh why does everything have to be about yn, what a fucking social climber 💀

user2 they've been friends since they were kids 😅

lando you never take aesthetic photos with ME

user4 ynoscar!!!!

user1 atp im just living off the crumbs

user41 learned helplessness

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yn.jpg portofino has a special place in my heart 🫶

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kimiantonelli portofino is in italy 🇮🇹

georgerussell63 ignore him, he just finished geography class

user44 GUYS THEY BOTH USED THE HEART HANDS EMOJI, DOES THAT MEAN ANYTHING

user45 bro must be new to ynoscar bc nothing means anything 😖

alexandrasaintmleux pretty view, pretty girl!!!!

user16 she stole oscar's comment lol

yn.jpg i miss youuuuu

lanadelrey you're a vision

yn.jpg let's not talk about me, LET'S TALK ABOUT WHEN THE NEW ALBUM IS DROPPING

user46 guys no oscar photo in this post OR in the last one abt copenhagen 😰

user47 yall probably scared them off with the ynoscar bs

user48 everything's fine, they referenced each other on oscar's story

liamlawson was this place in cars 2?

charles_leclerc no that was a fictional city called porto corsa

lewishamilton how do YOU know that

lando i have learned that silence sometimes is louder than words

user29 you're using words rn

oscarpiastri buongiorno 👋

user49 THEY'RE BEING SO DRY GUYS WE MIGHT'VE BROKEN THEM

yn.jpg osc you're in the toilet right now

oscarpiastri yk what they say about snitches

yn.jpg they're talented and beautiful and lovely and cool 😎

july 16th, 2025 - 14:19

yn had made it a point that she just had to find good lemonade in portofino. oscar didn't know why--most of the things she did weren't based in general necessity so much as necessity to have fun--so he didn't try to put up a fight, opting to lie in their hotel room with the air conditioning on. the second he had heard the door close behind yn, he jumped up, turning over on his stomach and scrambled for his phone.

"pastry!" answered lando after two and a half rings. "what can i do for you on this lovely sunday?"

"what the fuck is a ynoscar?" asked the aussie, saying the final word quietly, as if he were being watched by interpol. "i've been seeing it all over the internet and i think you're the only one that's online enough. also you seem like you'd care the least."

lando feigned insulted, putting his hand to his chest. "i care a lot," he said.

"okay then," oscar sighed, remembering why he didn't normally go to his teammate for help, "you'd make fun of me the least."

"also not true," lando smiled. "mate, do you even know me?"

"lando, what the fuck is a ynoscar?" he reiterated, itching his neck anxiously. yn's particular talents included a knack for finding things quickly. that's why, as kids, they never played hide-and-seek.

"okay, so before i explain the ynoscar lore," joked lando, clearly having a great time with this already, "i need to know how much internet speak you are versed in. do you know what a ship is, old man?" oscar rolled his eyes. "i'll take that as a yes."

"basically, ynoscar is what fans of you and yn, who think you're dating, call that would-be relationship," he explained. simultaneously, oscar felt overwhelmed at the idea of people around the world rooting for a relationship he, who was actually in it, couldn't fully understand and underwhelmed due to the brief nature of lando's explanation.

"and why were you tweeting about it?"

"danny thought it would be funny."

"i'm bombing danny's farm next time i'm in perth," oscar said, running a hand through his hair.

"why are you asking me about this, oscar? why now?"

the truth was that he really didn't know. somehow, this change between him and yn had come in one fast-paced rush while also being a long time coming. he didn't know why he looked at her like that. why she made him feel fucking strange. there was that word again.

"no reason," he said, clearing his throat. "hattie's been weird about it. thanks for the help." before lando could say anything else--and it seemed he was about to--oscar ended the call and the hotel door swung open.

"score!" yelled yn, holding two glasses of lemonade.

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oscarpiastri nice lemonade, right yn.jpg?

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user46 oscar woke up and picked aesthetic

user49 mclaren have a new head of social media 😭

user3 show us yn 🔫

user50 these yn fans are literally insufferable, go look at her posts and leave oscar alone

user3 bro saying oscar as if he knows him and doesn't actually just have a parasocial relationship 🤓

mclaren Petition to have a Portofino Grand Prix

scuderiaferrari Please, give us more home races

mercedes no.

user51 does toto run the merc account 😂

yn.jpg it better have been nice, i broke a flipflop for it

oscarpiastri you sacrifice so much for me 🥹

nicolepiastri Who taught you how to be a photographer?

oscarpiastri Yn

user50 oh my god shut uppppppppppp about that whore

user1 why so much yn hate in these comments

yn.jpg girl tell me about it

user1 OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU

logansargeant oscar you promised you'd bring me sorbet

oscarpiastri logan they serve GELATO here

yukitsunoda did you take my camera?

oscarpiastri ...no

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yn.jpg felt like a bit of a narcissist, so, when in rome, this post is mainly me :)

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maxverstappen1 stop letting yn make jokes liked by author

oscarpiastri i took the first photo, might be the best thing i've ever done

mclaren you're leading the driver's championship???

oscarpiastri did i stutter

user1 HE DIDN'T FUCKING STUTTER

user52 they actually have my heart, i sold it

kikagomes i'm breaking up with pierre to be with youuuu

yn.jpg yes 🥰

pierregasly no 🥰

lewishamilton had to log in to tell you the fits are fire

yn.jpg who needs vogue's approval when you have lewis hamilton's?

oscarpiastri i still think "rome-ing around with osc" was a better caption

yn.jpg so i'm not the only narcissist today huh

user9 i fear this is the end of the road for me, i can't deal anymore

gracieabrams "close to you" was written abt yn

user53 funny. does that mean oscar wrote it?

gracieabrams maybe ��

conangray diva italiano

yn.jpg that's not grammatically correct 🤡

july 18th, 2025 - 11:09

rome wasn't on the list. it was in the red journal, somewhere in the later pages. yn had intended for them to visit when they were old and could be that idealized old couple that everyone wanted to be or be related to. it was meant to be portofino then milan and then bye bye italy. but oscar had insisted.

"it'll be like our own ocean's twelve," he explained, combining his knowledge of her film interests with those wide brown eyes, "except without all the theft. unless you wanna do that."

that's why the two of them were standing in a small hotel in the center of the city, sharing a fredo espresso as they waited for the clerk. their whole trip had been planned down to the shoes they would wear and now there was a whole new city they had to make time for. yn didn't mind, but oscar insisted, "i wanted to come here so, please, let me care about the logistics."

as they waited in the lobby, yn pretended not to be noticing the occasional glance that oscar would send her way, reaching for the coffee without looking at him. a part of her knew he was being normal--he'd always looked at her a lot. but there was that paranoia that had existed since she was a kid: he knows.

"i need food," she announced. "can you get the hotel room and just text me? i might die if i don't get some gelato right now." it was noticeable that oscar knew she was lying, his eyes were glossy and lips pursed. but he let her go.

...

oscar was a lot of things. nice, funny, smart, pretty, kind. he was very, very bad at negotiating. maybe negotiating was the wrong word. he was very bad at explaining to hotel managers that he and his best friend were actually not dating and needed a room with two beds and not one.

he paced around the quaint room, getting a stomach ache every time he saw the large bed. oh is the only way to describe how he felt. that all too familiar drop.

a knock sounded from the door. "osc!" yn's voice rang, the excitement noticeable. must mean she brought me gelato too, he thought to himself. as he opened the door and proved himself right, oscar couldn't help the smile appearing on his face. "here you go. lemon." the girl pushed past him to enter the room and suddenly smiling didn't seem all that appealing.

he only had the time for one lick before, "why is there one bed?"

"yeah, about that," he replied, walking over toward her. "the manager lady thought we were dating and said we looked 'so cute'"--he imitated the manager's excitement with his hands--"that she had to give us her best available room. now, best sounds great, but it did have just one bed and... i don't know, i felt like shit correcting her."

yn blinked. oscar blinked. it took a drip of gelato on the creaky floors for them to snap out of the trance that was eye contact. "it's fine," yn said, voice strained so slightly that only oscar would be able to tell. "we can share. we've shared before!" she did her very best to brush it off, not act like her skin was on fire from just the thought of sleeping next to him.

"yeah, that's what i thought," he agreed, feeling a weight lifted off his chest, "best friends can share beds."

"yeah."

"yeah."

"yeah."

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deuxmoi Photographed, Formula 1 driver Oscar Piastri and singer Yn Ln having a romantic moment in Rome. The two are currently vacationing together throughout Europe.

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july 18th, 2025 - 23:54

it was late. it was hot. the rome air was practically sticking to oscar's skin. well, it might've been hot. it's not like he was going to notice anyway. in fact, the windows to the hotel room were open and letting a cool breeze in. only, oscar couldn't tell the heat was coming from the girl next to him. it was all in his head.

yn had fallen asleep in seconds. after a wondrous day, full of great pasta and amazing sights and even a few fan encounters, she was understandably tired. on their walk back to the hotel, her sandals dragged against the cobblestones, leading oscar to put his arm under hers and shoulder a bit of that tiredness himself. she didn't say thank you--he didn't even care--but it was all worth it for that look. that god forsaken look.

yn's eyes had met his a million times over in their lifetimes. as kids, sharing a glance after they broke a vase. as teenagers, trying not to laugh as a high school professor said a funny words. as adults, attempting to hide that they were staring by making it seem silly. it wasn't silly.

watching her hair, all messed up over her forehead, and hearing her snores, loud and unashamed and her made him realize what he should've realized years ago: they weren't friends.

well, they were. that wasn't the best phrasing. they were friends, but oscar would spend his pennies in fountains and 11:11s on changing that. friend seemed like it never really did fully comprehend the connection between them. yn had been there for everything. when his friends left, when his family was fighting, when the pressure of being in formula 1 and being in the spotlight was too much. no smile of hers wasn't kind and helpful, no crease in her brow wasn't beautiful and desired, no moment of her time was deserved or unearned.

he wanted to let this happen. to wake her up right this moment and confess his recently discovered feelings in a film-like speech. he wanted to give her eternity to write about. but at the same time he was thinking about how good she was to him, he was thinking about how good she was to him.

he was only twenty-four. he had years and years left, probably consisting of challenges unlike the ones he'd ever faced before. and oscar piastri had a penchant for messing things up. how could he get through anything, much less the rest of his life, without her? if he were to get things wrong, he wouldn't be losing a potential love, he would be losing a friend.

and for those reasons, oscar piastri could never fall for her.

HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED!!!! tune in for part 3 coming soon. if you'd like to be tagged in the masterlist, please comment! thanks for reading

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[woso-dreamzzz]

World Cup VI

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adeventures Universe

Summary: It's heartbreaking

It's the worst kind of pain imaginable.

The kind of pain that lodges in a chest, in a throat, in a mind. The kind of pain that radiates throughout a body, weighing on someone, eating away at them until there's nothing left.

Eaten from the inside out.

Until there's nothing left but an empty husk of a person.

To be so close to a dream that will never be reached.

Not now.

Not ever.

It chokes someone from the inside, suffocating them until they can do nothing but accept their fate.

There's not much else to say about it.

The kind of pain that is only really experienced once in a lifetime.

The kind of pain only experienced in extra time of a football match as one last substitute is made.

The board goes up.

"On for number fourteen, number one for Sweden, Harder-Eriksson."

The final of a World Cup.

Sweden, two.

Spain, two.

And the worst person to take penalties against is subbed on.

"No," Talia says as she watches you run on," No, please. Please."

You'd taken a knock in the semifinals against Colombia, a bad one that had you sitting out most of the final.

Selfishly, Talia was glad for it.

The two goals she had scored wouldn't have gone in had you been standing between the sticks.

Had you been on in the beginning, there would have been no extra time.

You are the greatest goalkeeper in the world and you're never out of control in finals.

You thrive under the pressure, under the pressure of the whole world watching your every mood, under the pressure of Magda and Pernille's legacy.

You rise to the occasion every time.

You show why you are so sought after.

Extra time leaks away and the tears already fall as penalties are announced.

Your Sweden team isn't known for their penalty-taking abilities but it hardly matters. All it takes is one penalty to win.

One ball in the back of the net.

You can delay that for as long as you need to.

One goal to win a match.

One goal for a childhood dream to shatter.

One missed save to return to Spain as a World Champion.

But you have never let a penalty passed in your entire career.

Not at Linköping. Not at Arsenal. Not at Barcelona.

Not for Denmark. Not for Sweden.

No penalty has ever escaped you.

The shots are taken in quick succession.

You don't let any pass but neither does Spain's keeper.

The anticipation swells. The tension builds. The camera flashes to fans in the crowd.

To Patri, sitting in the stands with her hands clasped in front of her and a nervous look on her face. Talia has never seen her cousin so shaken before.

She cuts a striking picture against the complete calmness of Magda and Pernille when the camera switches again. They don't look worried in the slightest.

They've always been your biggest supporters, the biggest believers in your ability to do anything you set your mind to. They've seen the talent in you for years.

There is no reason for them to be worried.

Talia takes the ball, the last penalty for Spain.

She steps forward.

You come out of your goal, walking forward towards her until you're face to face.

The conflict is clear on your face.

To anyone else, you look deadly calm. Magda's feature on your face matches your mother's expression in the crowd but Talia can see through it.

The slight furrow of your brow, the downturn of the corner of your mouth. The way that you can't quite meet her eyes.

"I'm sorry," You say as she places the ball on the penalty spot.

"I know," Talia replies.

"I am really sorry, my love. I...I didn't want it to end like this."

"Don't be. Go do what you do best."

Talia's dreams of a World Cup slip through her fingers in an instant. She usually shoots right, in the top corner. This time though, she'll shoot left to the bottom.

Pernille sits up in the stands as you back away from Talia, returning to your line.

The stadium holds its breath.

A home World Cup win would mean the world to Sweden. To defeat the hosts would mean the world to Spain.

But you stand in their way.

A formidable force between the sticks with more experience than most your age and an unshakeable spirit that intimidates by just your mere presence on the pitch.

"She's got this," Magda whispers to her, clasping Pernille's hand tight," Even if it is Talia."

The stadium ripples with anticipation, shouts escaping throats as Talia lets the ball fly...

Your familiar red jersey moves, your black gloves reaching out.

Your body crashes to the ground.

A millisecond too late and the ball would have gone in.

Your fingertips manage to brush it away though, forcing it away from your line.

The knock to Spain's confidence is big.

It can be felt all around the stadium and just a box away, Pernille sees Patri bury her head in her hands.

Sweden's last penalty is taken quickly.

Scored even quicker by your captain.

A title defended on home soil. The triumph of Sweden over Spain.

The crowd is electric and Magda pumps her fist into the air, screaming like she'd just won this herself and Pernille hauls herself out of her seat to head down to the barriers with her wife to greet you.

The crowd is nothing compared to the roaring in Talia's ears as that pain settles into her bones and gnaws away at her muscles.

She falls to the floor, breathing in a ragged breath as a childhood dream slips away from her.

"I'm sorry," She can hear over her sobs," My love, I'm so sorry."

Familiar arms wrap around her. A familiar smell filling her senses and she grabs onto a familiar red jersey, pulling at it and forcing herself even closer.

"Go," She says," And celebrate."

"No," You reply, sitting down next to her and guiding her head to your shoulder where she could cry without cameras watching her," I'm staying right here."

"Your mothers-"

"Can wait," You insist," I want to be here. With you."

You've singlehandedly ruined Natalia's dreams. You had dangled a World Cup in her face and snatched it away again.

It was so close.

She was so close to being the first person to ever score a penalty against you.

Mere inches sat between her and the World Cup.

But you'd ruined it. You anticipated her change. You pushed away her penalty.

Last time, you'd scored Sweden's only goal. This year, you'd saved all of Spain's penalties.

You are Sweden's hero. Sweden's golden girl. Sweden's vice-captain and the greatest goalkeeper they've ever produced.

There is no hope of competing against you.

A World Cup won and a World Cup lost.

Magda and Pernille wait by the barrier. Talia can see them, ready to celebrate with you.

But you don't go anywhere.

You just hold her as she cries.

[alltimecharlo]

begging for a fic about the coffee shop. will hiding in the bathroom??

yay!!! yes, yes, i was hoping someone would ask! fic under the cut 🩵

Mack spots him first, through the big window of the quiet Stockholm coffee shop. Coach—Warsofsky—walking past like he’s just out for a peaceful morning stroll. Which, okay, maybe he is. It’s Team USA’s downtime before the gold medal game, Mack knows that much. But Mack stiffens anyway.

“Oh shit,” he mutters, eyes narrowing slightly.

Across the table, Will is mid-sip of his cappuccino, the foam clinging to his lip. “What?”

Mack doesn’t take his eyes off the street. “Coach.”

Will chokes. “Coach?”

Mack tilts his chin toward the window. “Warso. Right there.”

Will twists around fast—too fast—and then ducks so hard his chair squeaks across the floor. He’s already halfway out of his seat. “Nope. Nope, absolutely not. I told him I was—fuck, I told him I was doing a solo museum thing. Why would I lie? Why did I lie? Get rid of him. I’m going to the bathroom—”

He’s gone before Mack can say a word, disappearing down the hallway past the pastry counter.

And then, like clockwork, Warsofsky pushes through the glass door with the polite jingle of the bell overhead.

Mack exhales through his nose, plants a relaxed expression on his face, and sinks a little deeper into his seat as Warso collects his coffee. When Coach’s eyes land on him, Mack offers a casual wave like he just happens to be here, alone.

“Hey there,” Warso says, approaching the table. “Didn’t expect to see you back in Stockholm.”

Mack shrugs, keeping it easy. “Yeah. Team Canada’s flying out from here, so we had to come back for all our stuff.”

Warso winces in sympathy. “Tough loss. Denmark played a hell of a game.”

“Yeah,” Mack says, mouth twitching. “Definitely not the ending we wanted.”

“Still,” Warso nods, “you guys had a solid showing. And hey—USA’s looking good.”

“Smitty’s looked real good,” Mack agrees smoothly.

Warso smiles. “He’s stepped up. Playing like he’s got something to prove.”

“Yeah, he always does.”

They linger in a weird little silence. Mack taps his fingers on his cup, then takes a slow sip.

“You waiting for someone?” Warso asks, glancing at the empty seat across from him.

Mack nods. “Yeah. Should be here soon.”

Inside, he’s chanting please leave please leave please leave like a spell.

Warso, thankfully, doesn’t linger. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it.”

“Will do, Coach. Good luck tomorrow.”

“Thanks. We’ll need it.”

As soon as the door shuts behind him, Mack’s already leaning toward the back hallway. A few seconds later, Will peeks out like a guilty raccoon.

“Is he gone?”

“Yeah. You’re safe.”

Will slinks back to the table, collapsing into his seat with a dramatic sigh. “Jesus. That was a close one.”

Mack grins, reaching for his coffee again. “You really thought hiding in the bathroom was your best option?”

“Yes. And it worked, didn’t it?” Will sips from his cup, watching Mack over the rim. “So…who were you meeting?”

Mack raises a brow. “What?”

“Coach asked if you were waiting for someone and you said yes. I mean, I guess technically true, but you made it sound like a date or something.”

There’s a twitch at the corner of Will’s mouth, like he’s trying to play it cool but not quite pulling it off.

“You jealous?”

Will shrugs, but it’s too loose, too quick. “I’ve only just got you back.”

And yeah, that hits Mack in the chest a little. He clears his throat. Looks down at Will’s hand on the table and wishes, briefly, that they weren’t in public.

Instead, he nudges Will’s foot under the table. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

Mack snorts. “Unfortunately.”

Will grins, looking so damn smug with his chain tucked beneath his hoodie. Mack wants to kiss him stupid.

They probably will end up sneaking the other into one of their hotel rooms tonight. Knowing them, there’s no probably about it.

♡

[pxstelmxsings]

Hello! May I request Italy, Spain, American, Germany, and/or Denmark with a plus sized soulmate or girlfriend(Whichever you feel most comfortable writing)?

This is so cute!

Genreal notes: Like always, I write on mobile, so I apologize for any weird spelling mistakes.

I left Denmark out of this because I really need to revisit his character.

Warning: Mention of stereotypes. Nothing fully written but like possiable mindsets are there. Nations are old, and it can be hard to unlearn things.

♡ America

1. America thinks plus sized people are hot. He is almost plus size himself, so why wouldn't he find it attractive in others?

2. there is only one thing he would comment about your weight, and that is his sweaters and hoodies are not super sized on you. He fixes that by going out and buying bigger hoodies.

3. If any other nation comments about your weight, he will punch them :)

4. America is very aware that fat rolls can get funky smells if not cared for correctly. He has anything and everything you might want for your hygiene.

Don't like what he has? He will go buy new products for you.

5. America ways tries his best to make to make sure you feel happy in your body no matter your size.

♡ Germany

1. I think he would worry about your health a lot. It doesn’t matter if you are a little chubby or one of the largest plus sizes you can be. He worries.

He would be just as worried if you were underweight. Maybe a little more.

2. He does a lot of research on healthy deit plans to make sure you are meeting all your intake goals. It is through this research that he learns he eats way too much bread and cheese.

3. If he ever sees you feeling down about your body, he'll try his best to make you feel better... just know he is kinda bad at saying the right things.

4. He unlearns a lot of negative weight stereotypes through you.

5. He does love your chubby cheeks and belly. To him, they make too adorable for your own good. Especially when you wear traditional feminine clothing.

♡ Spain

1. Spain has always been underweight. Not so underweight it makes others truly worried about his health, but enough that comments have been made.

2. The differences in body weight is veeeerrrry noticeable, and he honestly loves it.

3. He will steal your hoodies to wear during siestas. They smell like you, the hoodies are huge on him, and they are made of soft fabric.

4. There might be a few harmful /out of date ideas that he will have to unlearn. For example, he assumes that you come from money because of your weight. If you are, let us say, a broke college student... Yeah, he will be shocked.

5. You are always getting clothing gifts from him. Spain wants to see you in every single sexy outfit he can think of.

♡ Italy

1. Italy will request to see you in minie shorts or mini dresses / skirts all the damn time. This man loves thick thighs and will never hide that fact.

2. While Italy is very lean nowadays, that hasn't always been the case. He likes to compare any stretch marks you might have to his own.

3. Just like Spain, Italy loves to steal your clothing. Listen, he feels so safe and loved when wrapped up in your hoodie.

4. About dies from hotness overload when you wear bikinis to the beach. Someone come save this man.

5. Honestly, he doesn't worry about your health all that much. Italy knows first hand you can be plus size while still eating healthy and working out.

[hygienic-soap-dispenser]

Hws Nordics as University Students Headcanons

Because I am a suffering student and you need to suffer with me <3

Denmark

The clown of the group

Has trouble focusing/paying attention

Will use other Nordics in group study session with the goal of body doubling to keep each other in check and focused, but often devolves to laughing and banter instead

Offers good moral support and asks a lot of questions in class, has great participation marks, but can go off topic

Rallies people to meet when need to discuss group projects, again he is great moral support

When writing he either cannot write anything or speed types and hyperfocuses, no in-between

Appears self-confident and social but can actually struggle with self esteem and seeming like he's incompetent or "too much" for people, tries to compensate by being extra likeable and useful

Bonds with people over humor, socializing and making friends are more important than grades to him

Only chooses classes that interest him, does surprisingly well as a result

The most likely of the Nordics to be late for class

Goes to a lot of college parties

Sweden

The mom of the group, always checking in on people and making sure everyone feels included

Reformed high school bully, but still gossips with Norway about classmates and faculty

Has very high standards for himself and his work, will force people in his group projects to do at least 2 rounds of editing

Can really get in the zone and hyperfocuses when studying, but to do that he needs his noise cancelling headphones, his stim toy, perfect room temperature, comfy study clothes, and his daily ritual to actually start

Refuses to pull all-nighters to finish assignments, sleep is more important to him (king)

Is professional with group projects, is calm and good with delegating work

At the same time, he is very opinionated and loves to debate people in and out of class. Often argues with specific students

Easily overwhelmed from noises, activities, and group projects, needs to find quiet places to hide

Gets good grades, professors either love him or forget he exists

Is part of some interest clubs, like for art and woodworking

Norway

The mysterious hottie who sits in the back of class

Hates group projects, doesn't contribute much to them unless it's with his favourite people (other Nordics, specifically Sweden)

Doesn't contribute much in class, but when he does it is good

The class health nut, goes out for 6 am and 11 pm jogs (he is insane)

Also tbh he gives off the vibe of someone who'd be a health nut but also really into drugs at the same time?? Like he does sports and yoga and tracks his water consumption and macros but at the same time experiments with drugs to "expand his spiritual worldview"?

Is fine with concentration, doesn't really struggle unless there's a lot going on in his head at the time

On that topic, he frequents the counseling and medical clinic. There have been rumors about his frequent medical visits...

His writing is okay, nothing to write home about, but then sometimes can get very poetic and profound, especially when it's a personal topic

Gossips a lot with Sweden, they like to people watch together

Skips a lot of classes, somehow still passes

Finland

Perfectionist and an over-achiever, bases a lot of his self-worth on grades. Will get upset if he gets anything below an A-

Can feel like he's in a competition with classmates for good grades and approval from professors, will ask a lot of questions and tries to start discussions in class

Will talk to the professor right after the end of the 1st class to introduce himself and establish dominance

Tries to humble brag about school and his work ethic by telling classmates how often he crams and pulls all-nighters

Very anxious about grades, always does well (at the cost of his mental health)

Mostly sustains himself on energy drinks and coffee

Doesn't like group projects because he thinks no one else cares about doing well as much as he does

This isn't helped by the fact that he has trust issues and thinks others will let him down

Frequents the counseling center and medical clinic on campus. The former because of stress and trauma which worsens school stress, the latter because of medical issues as a result of said stress

Professors either love him or hate him

Despite how he acts in class he's actually a people-pleaser, but his over-achieving nature can be hard to deal with

Goes to the campus gym at least once a week to lift weights, probably part of the school hockey club

If he survives, will pursue graduate school

Iceland

The freshman, trying to figure things out

Thinks that because he did well in high school he'll have an easy time in university (he won't and will be humbled)

Sits in the back of class but secretly wants to sit up front with the "nerds", doesn't want to risk making a fool of himself

Overanalyzes group projects and panics. Double/triple checks his work before sending in his contributions because he wants to seem competent in their eyes

Usually reserved but once he opens up will say the most out of pocket things, sometimes it slips in his quiet phase

Surprisingly, is among the worst of the Nordics in terms of grades. This is mainly because he is unconfident in his own work and views, so he often ends up self-sabotaging his work or doing the bare minimum

His friends are his main priority in school, not grades

Like Fin, is a people-pleaser. Unlike Fin, he is easy to get along with

[paikothecateater]

We don't talk enough about Netherlands being Iceland's uncle (him being Denmark's best friend and Denmark being Iceland's actual dad (not really, but you know what I mean)

- Iceland's personality is very compatible with the Netherlands. They love their energetic families, but they also have IPhone level social batteries. In the sense that while they absolutely adore the people around them, but when they need space, they need space. As a result of that, Iceland and the Netherlands don't see each other as company. Iceland does not drain the Netherlands' social battery and vise-versa.

-they are both equally cynical. If Denmark brings the Netherlands along for a Nordic hangout, he and Iceland are immediately teaming up to meet the negativity quota.

-Iceland genuinely considers the Netherlands his uncle. Netherlands approves of that sentiment. Whenever he feels like being a cool uncle (it's not often, but it happens) he'll take Iceland out to do something. It's fun, but they will exchange a maximum of ten words the whole time.

-the Netherlands gets told everything Iceland wouldn't tell Denmark or Norway. He knows that the Netherlands isn't a snitch, but if he needs help, he'll be there.

-I feel like the Netherlands and Iceland always end up babysitting Denmark, so he doesn't do anything dumb.

[gender-under-construction]

Here in Denmark, we're pretty informal with strangers. Nobody uses 'sir' or 'ma'am' when addressing each other, so getting misgendered (either on purpose or by mistake) isn't something that happens in an obvious way if you're just going to the store to buy groceries.

We also don't tend to you Mr./Mrs./Mx./whatever when talking to people whose (last) name you know. I don't even call my doctor by her honorific. Just her first name.

What I'm saying here is that people really have to go out of their way in order to misgender a stranger they're just meeting in passing (i.e. at the store or whatever). Not to say it doesn't happen, because of course it does, but it's pretty much something that happens intentionally when it does.

Have to say, though, it hasn't happened to me personally. At least not in ways that are mean-spirited, and usually it's children who are confused about my having short hair (which, like...??!!) and wanting to know if I'm a boy or a girl (I guess their parents never told them that girls can have short hair and boys can have long hair!).

Anyway, just thoughts. But I think I'd get a pretty big rush being called 'sir' by a perfect stranger.

[andreal831]

What languages do you think the Mikaelsons can speak?

So many.

A lot of this discussion is about to be based on headcanons. I will try to point this out every time.

They would have all grown up speaking Old Norse. The village they grew up in was very white for a land that had not been colonized by white people yet, so I have to believe it was a settlement of Norsemen. I like to think they also learned the language of the indigenous people who lived near them. This is a bit of a HC, but based on how they spoke about living at peace with them, I can see it. Either that or they forced the indigenous people to learn Old Norse, which I can also see.

Freya would have also grown up speaking Old Norse with Dahlia.

They then travel to France, where I imagine they learn French since they communicate with Lucien and the rest of the court easily. Especially since Old Norse would not have made them many friends in Europe at this time. I would also like to point out, despite them speaking English on the show, they would not have learned or even heard English at this point. Potentially they ended up in England first, since they could have been in Europe for about a year before running into Lucien, but it would make more sense for them to have ended up in Spain and traveling up since we know they end up in Southern France. So maybe they learned Spanish then too.

After this, they settle in Tuscany, so likely learned Italian. They were in Italy for a long time. I feel confident this is a language they would all remember just for how long they used it.

The show doesn't tell us where they go next, but we know they meet Aya not long after. Based on their clothes and Aya's name, I would guess they are in an Arabic country (somewhere in present day "Middle East"), so they would have learned Arabic as well.

At some point during the 1200s, Elijah, at least, ends up in the Mongolian Empire and recruits Shen Min to the Strix. This could be so many different places since the Mongolian Empire was quite expansive. They were already in the "Middle East," so they may not have fully traveled all the way to present day China, but I would think Elijah could have at least spoken to Shen Min. Whether it was Arabic, or he learned Mongol.

We also can assume Klaus and Elijah spoke a variety of languages, as they created the Sun and Moon Curse and spread it throughout cultures. Elijah mentions Klaus' Aztec drawings, meaning they at least had an understanding of the language.

Elijah goes to Greece briefly to reunite with the Strix. He is there so briefly, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't fully learn the languages. However, he does appear to be someone who picks up on languages quickly so he may have learned a good amount while trying to track down Aya.

The Originals finally settle in England, but there is a lot of missing time we don't know about. Likely while they were traveling spreading the news about the Curse. So we don't know what languages they learned in this time. But they finally, actually, learn English. We know Klaus at least knows a little Bulgarian as he responds to Katerina in her native language. And don't forget the trip Klaus makes to kill her whole family, he likely picked up some phrases on the way. It would make sense for them to go through Bulgaria, as they were traveling from the "Middle East" to England. HC, they likely went through Serbia or Romania, Hungary, Austria, Germany, than either Belgium or the Netherlands to get to England. Likely, picking up a little of the languages on the way.

After England, the family moves to Denmark so they likely learned Danish. Or at the time it was Middle Danish, which was derived from Old East Norse. I like to think at this point (nearly 500 years since they spoke their native tongue), they were forgetting how to speak it, but they loved Denmark since it revitalized their native language for them.

Around 1500s, Klaus ends up in Russia, just to kill people it looks like, so he probably did pick up some Slavic, but I fear he did not spend a lot of time speaking with the locals. We also have no idea if the rest of the family was with him.

We can assume Klaus met Gaspar Cortez in Malaysia since he is angry at the family for burning down Belaga, Sarawak and Klaus retaliates by killing his whole family. Since Klaus was there enjoying art, I would assume he learned the language enough to get around. It likely would have been Malay at the time. From Russia, to Malaysia, they likely would have spent a lot of time using their Arabic and learning Persian from the Mughals.

In 1702, they are back in Spain, they all definitely speak Spanish fluently. I would think they took a boat to Spain and likely didn't spend extended time in any area.

They flee Spain and end up in New Orleans for 200 years. I like to think they speak French and English in New Orleans, especially Elijah with Celeste.

After that, we know Klaus and Rebekah go to Chicago (still English), but we don't know where Elijah goes. Likely, he flees America to bring Mikael as far away as possible.

Elijah and Klaus reunite in Germany, so they likely both speak it. Elijah, at least enough to get by and talk to Antoinette. I also believe Elijah at some point learned Mandarin as he tells Antoinette to go to Shanghai, it appears he has been their recently.

And of course, Elijah does speak French fluently, which is shown by his time in France in Season 5. Also, Klaus speaks it fluently as well as he spent Season 5 stalking Elijah.

To some it all up:

Elijah and Klaus are likely fluent in: Old Norse, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Arabic, Mandarin (at least Elijah is), German, Middle Danish, Malay.

Elijah and Klaus likely can speak/understand: a couple indigenous languages, Mongol, Bulgarian, Slavic, possibly Hungarian and Austrian

I also think Elijah would have learned Latin at some point for "academic" purposes, but really just to say he can speak Latin.

Rebekah likely would have learned many of the same languages as her brothers. She was often daggered or not shown in flashbacks, but I think she was there for most of the travels, learning right alongside them.

Kol likely speaks many different languages because of his fascination with magic. Even if he didn't directly travel to the places, he likely learned additional languages to read the grimoires. He was also daggered a lot, but he was also traveling on his own a lot, which just don't really know where.

We don't know where Freya and Dahlia ended up, but I think they stayed in the Netherlands for a while and likely weren't exposed to a lot of languages. It's a bit of a HC, but I would think it would be very difficult to learn a different languages every time they woke up when they only had a year.

Finn would have come out of that coffin after 900 years, speaking Old Norse, French, Italian, or maybe Spanish. Maybe Sage was English and taught him when they met, but I'm also confused when they met since he was daggered so early on.

I also believe they've forgotten more languages than they remember since they've lived so long and likely don't use them on regular basis. A lot of the languages they used while traveling, likely they don't remember. Although they could probably pick them up quickly.

This also made me think of a conversation I just had about their accents. It makes no sense for them to have British accents. From what we can tell, they only lived there for maybe 50 years, 500 years before TVD begins. Even Katherine drops her British accent.

I think Elijah's accent makes the most sense. It's not quite anything. It kind of has an old feel but it's not British, it's not American. It's a result of him learning a lot of languages and a lot of accents throughout 1000 years.

I know the writers picked British accents since in America that's how media has decided to depict anything "old." But how would Finn have a British accent?? If anything it should be Italian since they spent so much time there before he was daggered for 900 years. He's never even been to England. The rest of them spent 200 years in New Orleans, why didn't they pick up an American accent?

But, as always, I digress.

Thanks for the ask! It really made me think. Let me know if I missed any languages they would have spoken.

[the-capricorn-system]

okay proper intro post!!

hi there, were capricorn system! this blog will be for any amd all system shenaniganery!

so, meet the crew! /ref

(links lead to longer intros for each headmate btw! -raph)

raphael: our host! it/they/xey! its an angel, and also probably the original of us! we think. we dont know! blog is @theetherealraphael

sapphire: our protector, and effectively the mum of the system! shes a cat therian, she/her pronouns! @sapphirethegemstone

tesco: grumpy, also protector, and does our homework! any masc/neutral pronouns! @gb-tesco-official-new

judge: quiet calm and chill! it/he! doesnt really have a personal blog, but sourced from the gimmick blog @the-gimmick-judge!

lee: also grumpy, hes our negative emotion holder! he/him, no blog yet!

clef: every plural scp fan has a clef fictive, apparently, so heres ours! they/it/other neutral pronouns!

billy: thats me! resident little and psychologist! any pronouns, and please be normal around me! also no blog!

meg: fictive of meg from trials of apollo. she/her, i guess.

jasper: grumpy mc-grumpy face. (hey!) any pronouns, very british (were all british, mate)

samael: a fictive of one of our ocs. she/xey.

[REDACTED]: Wouldnt You Like To Know, Weather Boy?

uranus: fictive number one from solarballs, he/him. accidentally summoned the other two through yearning. ‐:]

neptune: fictive number two from solarballs, any pronouns! :.**3

erebus: fictive number three, only recently showed up. they/them!

venus: fictive number 4... sigh. he/him.

iris: t h e 5 t h f i c t i v e ! i t / i t s f o r m e !

(plaintext: the 5th fictive! it/its for me!)

saturn: SIX???? SIX SOLARBALLS FICTIVES. WHY. HOW. anyway she uses any pronouns!

uriel: another fictive of one of our ocs, xey/they!

onfiel: andddd another! he/xey/it

denmark: hes. the country of denmark, yep. from the gimmick blog @denmark-official. he/him i think?

kay: im a songtive of the song cannibal by kesha~!

martin: basically the most posh asshole ever. he/him

and honorary mentions of our friends!

partner system <33: @nanochittle

big brother! @some-rando-with-internet

little sibling is @pennyroyald!

friendddddds!! @homocidalpotat

@bored-dromaeosaur @meatierbunger

sorry for tagging you guys btw if you dont want this tag lmk!! but uh we just appreciate you guys a lot!

also, please dni if youre anti-endo! were mixed origin!

- billy!

[scotianostra]

On October 22nd King James VI set sail for Norway to collect his bride Anne of Denmark.

The Autumn storms of 1589 were responsible for treacherous sailing conditions, but unfortunately for the women of England and Scotland, they prompted a far more dangerous consequence – a renewed fear of witchcraft.

That September, the new queen of Scotland – set sail to travel to her new kingdom. She had just married James VI via proxy, and was expected to quickly arrive in Scotland to meet her new husband.

But she did not arrive. Anne’s journey was a disaster – the fierce storms damaged her ship and she was forced to anchor in Norway for repairs. A second attempt to set sail was made, but her ship once again sprung a leak and returned to Norway. With winter setting in, the bad weather was expected to continue. The decision was made to postpone the journey until spring, and so Anne remained in Norway.

If history has taught us anything Scottish Kings were a randy lot, you only have to look at the disastrous journey Alexander III took to reach his Queen, ending up dead at the foot of a Fife cliff.

James was unhappy when he heard the news about the delay and unwilling to wait that long to see his bride. He made the decision to go to Norway himself to fetch his queen. Well we all know James survived the hazardous journey, once over there the celebrations of their wedding lasted months and it is said that during this time it ignited his obsession with witchcraft.

In Denmark, witches were blamed for the storms that damaged Anne’s ship and stopped her from travelling. A trial was held in Copenhagen in 1590, resulting in the executions of the accused women. This wasn’t unusual in Denmark – there had been a number of witch trials in the country during the sixteenth century.

In Scotland, witchcraft was against the law – although it mostly went unpunished before 1590. But when James arrived back in Scotland with Anne and heard the news of Denmark’s witch trials, he began his own witch hunt. Witches were accused of trying to kill the king and queen, by calling up the strong storms that James and Anne had encountered returning to Scotland.

One of the accused witches was a wise woman named Agnes Sampson. Under torture, she confessed to things that were so ‘miraculous and strange’ that even James found them difficult to believe. Allegedly, Agnes whispered to the king, telling him the words that he and Anne had spoken to each other in private on the first night of their wedding, removing any doubts James had. He said he ‘believed all the devils in hell could not have discovered the same’. Agnes was executed. There were around seventy people accused of witchcraft during this trial – it is not known exactly how many of them were killed along with Agnes.

In 1597, James released Daemonologie, a treatise about witchcraft – although his own fervour for witch hunting seemed to have waned, the fear of witches among the population had taken hold. Large scale witch trials took place in Scotland well into the seventeenth century, and an estimated 3,000 people – who were mostly women – were accused.

Under the union of the Scottish and English crowns in 1603, James’ work spread south, into his new kingdom.

Daemonologie laid out information such as how to identify a witch and how to punish them. One way to seek out a witch was in their use of charms and herbs: ‘By curing the Worme, by stemming of blood, by healing of Horse-crookes, by turning of the riddle, or doing of such like innumerable things by wordes, without applying anie thing, meete to the part offended, as Mediciners doe’. Women known as healers and midwives often came under suspicion because of their skills. Another way to identify a witch was to find the mark of the devil hidden somewhere on their bodies – James referenced Agnes Sampson’s trial directly, describing how they shaved her head in an attempt to find her mark, eventually finding it on ‘her privities’.

James explained that it was mostly women who were witches as they were ‘frailer than man is’ and so were more easily entrapped in the ‘snares of the Devil’. He used the bible to support his arguments as witchcraft was ‘plainely prohibited’, referencing Exodus 22.18: ‘Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live’ – the only acceptable punishment for a convicted witch was death.

These guidelines were used in trials until 1727 when Janet Horne became the last woman in Britain tried and executed as a witch.

The book series, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, uses the name Geillis Duncan for a character who is eventually involved in a witch trial, although the books are set after the last execution.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Not German

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You're not German

Magda doesn't often get phone calls from her manager. Most of the time it's emails or good old-fashioned letters in the mail so when she gets the phone call, she's a little confused.

She's even more confused when the topic turns out to not even be about her but you instead.

"Does y/n hold German citizenship?"

Magda's confused. "Huh? Erm...I don't know, why?"

"Was she born in Germany? Is that where her birth certificate is from?"

Magda laughs slightly. "Which one?" She turns serious though as anxiety swells in her gut. "Yeah, she's got a German birth certificate. And a Swedish one and a Danish one."

She hears her manager swear on the other side of the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Germany are interested."

"Interested? In what?"

"In having her play for their under-fifteen team."

Magda laughs again. "They can't do that. She's not German."

"Legally, she is. She was born in Germany. She's lived there for more than five years. She was registered in a German school while you and Pernille were at Bayern. Under the eligibility rules, she meets the criteria."

"She's not German," Magda insists.

"It's called jus soli - the principle of birthplace. She was born in Germany. She has citizenship. They can call her up if they want."

Magda swears. "They can't," She insists," I...I won't let them. We've settled. We're good where we are. She's too young to be shipped off across the world to a country that-"

"To a country that's interested in her? A country whose language she's fluent in? A country that she's grown up in?"

Magda grinds her teeth. "A country that shouldn't be trying to poach the future star of Sweden or Denmark. How did they even find out about this anyway? It's sneaky. She's not theirs to have."

"Magda-"

"No! She's barely fourteen! She's not going to Germany!"

"Who's not going to Germany?"

Pernille appears in the doorway, still wrapped up in her coat from where she's just gotten back from dropping you off at training.

"y/n." Magda's still grinding her teeth. "Germany want her."

"For what?"

"To play on their youth team."

It's not often that rage flickers on Pernille's face but this is clearly one of those times.

"She's not eligible to play for them," She says firmly, as if her speaking it into existence will make it happen.

"Apparently she is. Some stupid law about being born in Germany," Magda replies, turning her phone onto speaker.

"They can't have her."

"That's what I said."

"She's too young to go off to Germany by herself."

"I said that too."

"You're missing the point," Magda's manager says," They're inviting her to play for them. It's not them saying she has to or them pretending that they're her only option. Just an option. She's not registered with them so they put out feelers with the Swedish FA who put them in contact with me."

"She's not German," Magda insists again, feeling her throat tighten.

In her mind, Sweden and Denmark were always going to be the only option for you. One day, one (or both) would want to call you up for the senior team. One day, you would choose which of your mothers' footsteps to walk in. One day, you would either be wearing Sweden or Denmark's colours at an international tournament.

She hadn't even considered that your birth and time spent growing up in Germany would mean that you might not end up in either her's or Pernille's team.

"Listen, Germany knows that. They know that but they also know who her parents are, they know she's on track to be one of the best keepers in the world. They know that she speaks the language and she's smart. To them, securing her now could mean she chooses them when she turns eighteen and all three of us know that when she hits eighteen, she's going to be great. It's tactical for them. Sure, they lucked out on her meeting all of the eligibility criteria and, sure, it's completely underhanded and sneaky of them but, ultimately, it's no one's decision but hers. She's not registered with them. If they want her they go through me and they go through you. But they want her and a decision needs to be made."

"A decision has been made," Magda says," The decision is no. They can't have her. She's too young to go to Germany by herself. She's too young to be mixed in with the politics of this all. It's confusing and I won't let it happen."

Pernille's nodding firmly at her side even though Magda's manager can't see them.

"It's...Magda, I understand what you're saying. I do. None of us want her in German colours but...it's not your decision to make. It's hers."

"She's not here right now," Pernille says after a long stretch of silence," She's at practice."

"Talk to her when she comes home," Magda's manager says," Let her make the decision."

●～●～●～●～

You think Momma and Morsa have had an argument when you slip through the front door after having been dropped off back home by your friend's mother.

The vibe at the dinner table is frosty and you glance between your mothers awkwardly.

You're not entirely sure what they could have argued about but it's making your dinner very unenjoyable.

"So," Morsa says finally, putting her cutlery down," What do you think about Germany?"

Momma shoots her a look and your eyes dart between them.

"Er...Are we moving again? Back to Germany?"

Morsa's eyes widen. "Why? Is that something you want? You want to go back to Germany?"

Momma keeps glaring at her and horror swirls in your stomach.

"Are you two breaking up?" You ask quickly, looking between them in disbelief. "Is that why you're asking about Germany? Is one of your moving to Germany and you're sorting out who I'm living with?"

You stand up quickly, your chair clattering to the ground.

"I-I don't want to have this conversation."

"No! No, princesse." Momma reaches out to grab at your wrists, pulling you into her grip. "Me and Morsa aren't breaking up. We're not separating. We're not moving to Germany."

Morsa scoffs.

"We're not moving to Germany, Magda!" Momma snaps before pulling away, her tone softening," I'm sorry for worrying you, princesse, but me and Morsa got a call today."

"A call?"

You're guided back into your seat.

"A call," Morsa says. Her hands are clenching and releasing on top of the table.

"And...This call had nothing to do with you two separating?"

"Nothing at all," Momma assures you," It just threw us."

"And it's about Germany?"

"You were born in Germany," Morsa continues, though her eye twitches like it did all those years ago when Leah Williamson gave you her shirt," And you went to school in Germany, when you were younger. Do you remember?"

"I only went to school once a week," You reply," You home schooled me the rest of the time."

"We did but it was still a German school you went to."

"I guess. What has this got to do with the call, though?"

"My manager called earlier. Germany's interested in inviting you to their under-fifteen team."

"Oh." You sink down in your seat. You don't like where this is going at all. Both of your mothers had played for their youth teams. They were always going on about how much of a good experience it was for them.

You hadn't been called up for either Sweden or Denmark just yet.

You don't know if you really want to go to Germany to play.

"Oh?"

You laugh bitterly. "Germany, huh? I'm...I'm not German."

"Under the law, you are. And under the eligibility criteria, they can ask you to play for them," Momma explains.

"Oh..." You play with your food. "When do I have to leave?"

You don't want to play for Germany at all. You don't want to play for anywhere but Denmark or Sweden. But Momma and Morsa always go on and on about how much it improved them to play in the youth teams. You don't want to let them down.

You don't see Morsa's face fall at your words. "You want to go?"

"Do I have a choice?" You sullenly look at your food. Suddenly, everything tastes like ash in your mouth.

"Of course, princesse," Momma assures you," You always have a choice."

"You won't make me play if I don't want to?"

"Of course not."

"And-And Germany won't force me to play for them either?"

Morsa lays a hand on your arm. "What makes you think that Germany will force you to play for them?"

"Tia Tana said once that she and the Spanish team went on strike and then they all got called up during their next international break."

"This is a youth team, princesse," Morsa says," They have no right to ask that of you and they'll have to get through me, Momma and Sweden and Denmark to make you. You don't have to play for them if you don't want to."

"And you won't get mad? You always say that playing on the youth teams developed your skills."

"We won't get mad," Momma says," You don't want to play for Germany?"

"No."

"Okay. Then you won't play for Germany."

"That simple?"

"That simple."

You breathe out a long breath as your body finally relaxes, all of the tension bleeding out of the room.

Morsa is in a similar position, finally looking relaxed for the first time since you got home.

[fanficfish]

some random hetalia thoughts about the countries

mostly headcanons and character studies i guess. probably canon but who knows i'm too sleepy to go check. i'm gonna ramble and maybe it'll maek sense i don't know. Someoen tag me if they get anything idea worthy out of this.

link the inspired post: https://www.reddit.com/r/hetalia/comments/1eqt7ek/after_all_these_years_im_gonna_say_it_i_did_not/

I've seen a little talk about how England leaving America on his own for so long messed him up a little (thank you reddit user who go that talk going). So i wanted to think about some of Englands' other colonies and stuff i guess?

so like we have America. I still stand he's probably like, Jamestown or something and over time he became the main US rep, like how the UK has the four brothers (five? Six with Sealand) but England represents them at meetings. Or Japan reps all of Japan instead of like a couple dozen prefectures showing up. That kind of thing. And like that guy's a little messed up. In earlier parts ofhis story, he's shown to just be really explorative, stil strong tho, but mostly jsut a nice sweet kid who happens to have three teenagers fighting over him. Seriously couldn't they share? Oh wait it's hetalia no they can't XD

anyways, it's only wlater once America is firmly under British rule that he starts growing the yelling and loudness. I think that's like the sign hhat he wants a little attention f rom England- like, he's shown to just be a guy when it's Canada when they're kids but england gets the "SHOVE FOOD IN MY PIEHOLE" treatment. And I think that's just because England keeps leaving and coming back but sometimes he just ignores the kids and does his own thing for a long time. Canada ends up letting America take the lead for them. And then later on once all is said and done America revels in his big parties and whatnot because the attention is on him, and it won't heal the hrut of England just leaving all the time but it sorta helps. (Canada doesn't count they're basically joined at the hip it's not the same).

and if you compare it to like the Italies for example. Austria was still there to watch over Italy North even though he really went for the uh. Less optimal route. But he was till there, in his own way. Prussia definitely wasn't going to leave HRE and later Germany alone unless he absolutely had to. Spain didn't jsut go gallivanting around when Romano was there (no comment onhis other former colonies). Ofc you could make an argument for Iceland, but by the time Norway took over he'd been alone mostly for 300 years, and even if Norway and Denmark didn't exactly visit all the time because i headcanon Iceland stayed happily on his island 90% of the time like Aland and Faroe Islands to avoid the drama called "four nordics pretending they could get along under one roof when they definitely are not good rooommate compatable", I doubt he was entirely without parental guidance. Norway could always sense him (so themoment anything bighappened Norway would be marching right over), and Iceland mentions sending letters out. I'm jsut gonna guess he sent the letters via Mr. Puffin, and I'd guess Mr. Puffin could always deliver some words if needed from overseas. Iceland also apparantly has fairies at his house so there's that too. Not thet he'd admit it.

But if you notice, it's def circumstance that gives some character which is cool when we're talkign about stereotype-based characters. Ameriica becomes loud and "ignores" the room when he's given the stage, because if he outrages everyone then he'll get attention. Italy N.. had everythig taken care of for him and has few worries, and a pretty good work ethic since Austria isn't a slacker. Roomano is a spoiled brat. Iceland....honestly boy just needs to accept the others rubbed off on him and he's just as kooky as the rest of them. I know you're a teen and all but kid c'mon you love them mystical animals and you keep bringing up your weird museums XD (I swear this child got Norway's anti-socialness, Sweden's inability to admit things (in his case, he actually likes hanging out with the others), Finland's oddness, and Denmark's everythign else because we all know Norway probably saw Iceland at last and had a crisis over it, man knows when Iceland appears but can't get around to taking the ruling for how many years????

And then there's New Zeeland, who had to raise Austrailia when NZ was also pretty young. NZ doesn't even have the hope of hep fro manyone- America and Canada i'm pretty sure still had visitors from like France and I think the Netherlands would have popped by a few times, because they did do a bit of um. Trading. with the colonies and stuff. Austrialia used to be on the other hand where they sent English prisoners. New Zealand is not ready for that kind of craziness, and so of course we're gonna get a free range crazy Austrailia and a done with it New Zealand who got no help and probabl ygot even less parental support then America. BTW it's crazy that technically GB still techncialy rules over so many big places like Canada and Austrailia even though they also technicall ydon't like that's just so wild.

so what have we learend from this? England sucks as a dad, and Iceland's teen rebel phase is in full swing. WHat was the poitn of this? I don't know but you read it and i wrote it so.....

ima sleep i forgot the poitn already lol

[yanxidarlings]

Hello there! I don't know if the inbox is open but could I request the Nordics (separate) with a darling (romantic) who just keeps questioning why they chose them of all people as they continue to try and leave them? Thank you and have a wonderful day!

INSECURITY: NORDICS

DENMARK

matthias honestly see's his darlings insecurity as fishing for compliments - normally he would shower them in verbal affection, especially if asked, but assuming that this is just after getting caught trying to escape, he's a bit pissed. "i don't know, i could probably find someone better couldn't i" yes this little shit is using his darlings moment of self consciousness as manipulative ammunition.

his darling is probably crushed at his words, matthias feels a bit bad seeing how their face falls, but it's for the best. if things go as planned, his darling will start to put more effort into the 'relationship', and stops trying to escape.

or his darling could completely shy away from him after hearing his words, smart decision, darling, if he see's how dejected they are, matthias is going to feel really bad.

he didn't mean it, min elskede!, he was just in a bad mood, it's like when you're feeling insecure and try to up and leave!. please forgive him.

it's best not to drag this out any further, and take the apology and pampering, lest matthias starts to think his darling is attempting to manipulate him, and believe me, you do not want to entirely loose his trust.

NORWAY

lukas wonders the exact same thing sometimes. he really tried to shake his obsession, it's not like he wants to be so attached to his darling but he is.

he doesn't answer his darling initially, too busy enchanting the basement to keep them from trying to escape again. this likely puts his already distressed darling on the edge, and might lead them to think he's decided to dispose of them when he doesn't come and visit for the next week.

the darlings words linger in lukas's mind; if he hadn't already kidnapped them, he might have tried to distance himself from them and focus on his responsibilities as a big brother and a country (to no avail), but he can't risk his darling going off and telling everyone about what he had done, so, in that week he decides to put his darling out of their misery.

finally, after a week, he re-emerges into the basement, with a tray of food in his hands, his darling is soiled and starving at this point, so they don't fight back when he hand feeds them the love potion infused fiskesuppe.

FINLAND

tino's heart just about breaks upon hearing his darlings words - it all makes sense now! his darling does love him, they just struggle with insecurities, that he clearly desperately needs to address.

so, if his darling doesn't like physical affection, verbal affection or being smothered, they just made the stupidest decision of their life; tino now dedicates his days to boosting his darlings self esteem. best to go along with his self love boot cam, he'll forget all previous grievances.

but assuming 10 hours of standing naked in front of a mirror complimenting themselves just creeps them out, and they still want to escape from tino's clutches; they once again try to leave when the chance presents itself.

finland goes absolutely insane, no one can calm him down when he realises his darling isn't home when he returns from the latest world meeting - after all he did for them? were they even being sincere or was it all another ploy to escape?! throw all previous trust out the window, once he gets his darling back he's going full tiger mum.

SWEDEN

"who made you think this" berwalds instantly ready to throw hands, start a war, go viking mode. it's simply incomprehensible to him that his darling doesn't adore themselves as much as he adores them.

it must be someone's elses poisonous words corrupting his darling self image, probably denmark, or maybe prussia, germany and austria, or it could be-

if berwald hadn't kidnapped his darling yet, expect to wake up in his house the next morning - clearly his darling is being horridly abused by the people they surround themselves with to think that they aren't worthy of love.

whilst he wasn't planning on pursuing a romantic relationship with his darling, and was content in his position as their guardian angel, if it's what he thinks they need, he'll do whatever he must to ensure their wellbeing.

ICELAND

here we have the angsty teenager, who immediately takes it as his darling mocking him. fine! be that way, he didn't even like them that much to begin with (lies). once he realises how immature he's being, he panics.

did he just ruin his entire relationship with his darling over his own insecurity? emil screams into his pillow when it occurs to him that his darling was being sincere. even if they weren't, he couldn't stay away from them for that long. if he wasn't already stalking them, he's picked up the habit now: they hate him so how else is he to get his fill of them?.

after a few months of being estranged, emil works up the courage to make amends. but it isn't the same, his beloved is on edge, they don't trust him like they used to. it drives him to absolute insanity loosing the closeness he once had with his darling.

he doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, he just follows and watches them in a desperate attempt to get close to them again.

eventually, his brothers get concerned, lukas can't stand to see his baby brother so distressed, so he does what all good brothers do and puts icelands darling under a love potion. to emils horror. at first he thinks they've come around, but is quick to become suspicious of the sudden affection he's receiving.

emil will demand lukas undo the love potion, when his darling is back to their senses he's so embarrassed, he stutters apologies, as the door opens.

norway walks in with a suitcase, "here's all their stuff" "WHAT"

isn't norway a great big brother kidnapping icelands darling for him.

GREENLAND

way to reinforce kunuk's belief that he and his darling are soulmates, reader. just when he thinks his darling can't get any more perfect for him, they say this. it's kinda disturbing to see the heart eyes he gives them as they pour out their heart to him, probably sobbing too.

he immediately counters with his own belief that he isn't good enough for his darling, but he loves them so much that he's gotten past that to bring them together (kidnap them).

if anything his darling made him more attached to them, he goes from being attached at the hip with them to being their conjoined twin; if kunuk wasn't open with them before, he sure as hell is now. if he was, all boundries between him and his darling fade at this point.

kunuk also uses his darlings insecurity as a way to isolate them from others; no one understands them like he does, as no one understands him as they do, so what's the point of going to america's birthday bash when he and his darling could stay home and cuddle?

[paikothecateater]

Actually im curious how do you reckon hong and ice became friends

Alrighty, grab a snack, a drink, and a blanket because this is gonna be a long one.

So, in my AU, Hong Kong and Iceland first met after a World meeting. Iceland was just so over it and wanted to get home, but he had to wait for Germany to finish lecturing Denmark for being an idiot with America, a common occurrence.

Iceland just kinda sits there doing his own thing, probably on his phone, trying to be ignored as much as possible (which is impossible because literally most of the nations are way too social.)

Norway and the others are trying to escape an awkward conversation with Italy (not because they dislike him or anything. They find him super pleasant and approachable, but they're just not big conversation people) which Iceland had been able to slip away from relatively easily because of his generally weak presence.

He actually had a bit of luck avoiding interactions altogether that day. Apart from a few interactions, he'd been completely left alone.

(Greece commenting on Iceland's crocheting hobby and wondering if he could make little cat sweaters to which Iceland happily agreed, and Romano just checking that he was fine, something he does with the teen nations who tend to keep to themselves whether something is wrong or not, so he prefers to be safe than sorry and make sure they're just being weird introverts and not upset about anything - side note: this is relating to a headcanon I don't think I've ever explicitly stated: Romano is a generally very caring person. It's partially because he wants to feel needed, but it's also because he feels this strange sense of responsibility for the other nations' wellbeing. A universal older brother, if you will. He especially does this with the teen nations as he has a special soft spot for them because they're usually pretty timid and are often forced to grow up too fast which he doesn't like, and they remind him a lot of himself, and he just generally likes kids.)

Iceland had only really gotten to enjoy the peace for about ten minutes or so because he looked up from his phone to see Hong Kong looking down at him.

Iceland, at this point, would barely speak to anyone but the other Nordics on a daily basis. He had absolutely zero social skills and for some reason, seeing Hong Kong just gave him a fight or flight reaction.

Hong Kong starts off making small conversations. He didn't really care about most of Iceland's answers to the questions he asked, he just wanted him to keep talking. Hong Kong didn't really have a ton of friends outside his immediate social circle, and he was honestly just looking for an excuse to be away from China.

He chose to talk to Iceland for a couple of reasons:

1) he thought Iceland looked cool af. He didn't really put together that Iceland wasn't this cool rebellious teen who had dyed his hair white and put in coloured contacts, he was just albino, so Hong Kong thought he was super cool and edgy. He also misinterpreted Iceland's reluctance to talk or respond as him just being so cool and aloof and disinterested.

2)he was the only other teen in the meeting hall at the time. The others had all left as soon as possible.

3) Iceland spoke really good English which Hong Kong also admired.

So, they had a pretty basic conversation with Iceland getting in almost three entire words (a record when one is speaking to Hong Kong. Hong Kong asked if he could have his number, so they could chat here and there. Iceland agreed because he didn't dislike Hong Kong, and he felt he'd be a lot more comfortable talking online.

They each go back to their respective homes and forget about each other for about a week or so. It's actually Iceland who reaches out.

Their conversations start off pretty basic. 'what's the weather like for you?' 'what time is it over there?' 'what are the northern lights like?' etcetera.

They eventually start talking about their families. 'China is driving me crazy. He won't leave me alone.' 'Norway won't stop coming into my room without knocking, it's driving me crazy.' 'England said he liked my outfit, so I don't care that China said I looked homeless.' 'Denmark's been taking me out fishing every weekend for the past couple years. It's fun.'

They grow a lot closer online, but it's almost funny how instantly they go back to barely talking the second they see each other in real life.

Hong Kong eventually realised that Iceland wasn't super aloof or anything, he was just straight up terrified of him. Hong Kong found this hilarious.

Eventually, they decide enough is enough and plan for Hong Kong to come over.

Hong Kong had only met Norway at this point (I have a mini fic-ish thing written on their first meeting. He basically tried to mess with Norway, not knowing that he was actually pranking Iceland's brother, and he was mortified when he found out. Norway decided he liked Hong Kong.)

Hong Kong thought he had confidence until he met Denmark. He basically became Iceland when they first met. Denmark's personality was just so explosive.

Eventually, they started hanging out more, Iceland never stopped being terrified of him, and now Iceland is Hong Kong's adopted introvert.

Hong Kong was actually a lot more eager to be Iceland's friend than the other way around. They both consider themselves the other's sidekick.

Hong Kong is very protective of his spot as Iceland's best friend. He will literally get so pissed if someone else calls Iceland his/her best friend.

To explain their dynamic in an easy way, Iceland is still pretty timid, and he's still uncomfortable in social situations, but he's started becoming more confident and comfortable thanks to Hong Kong's influence. Hong Kong feels like Iceland is a safety net if he's ever in a situation he feels like he can't go through alone.

They're basically brothers at this point. It's to the point they both visit each other's homes even if the other isn't even home. They're each part of each other's families now.

[bouquetface]

I’m a royals fan so I was hoping you could check out Prince Christian of Denmark’s chart? Mainly focusing on his relationships/future marriage. :)

👑 Christian, Crown Prince of Denmark - Vedic Chart Prediction

Spouse Appearance:

There seems to be no exact type. He likely has relationships or admires multiple women at various points in his life who appear drastically different from one another. At one point, he will have had relationships with people from different cultures (ethnicity, religious, nationality, etc).

Spouse Meeting:

His spouse approaches him. She is introduced to him or she introduces herself. He does not need to put effort into meeting his spouse. She has likely travelled far distance to reach the meeting location - he is not the exact reason she comes to this place. She may come for a work related reason.

Spouse Personality + Background:

She is wealthy. She has a very good reputation/public image. She is people-orientated. She may genuinely enjoy meeting new people + socializing.

Her career is likely client-based/people orientated. Her work influences the masses. She may advocate for societal improvement specifically for issues regarding women/girls. She acts as a mentor/teacher/authority. She may have interest in aesthetics/design and justice.

She is business-minded. She is highly intelligent - she knows how to appear sweetly but think ruthlessly in business.

Her mother is likely a fiery personality. Her mother is protective. She motivates and pushes the spouse/her child to do their best. Her mother can be an inspiration for her. The relationship is very strong between the two. She will be much closer to her mother than her father.

Her father is likely religious. The father in some way has failed to properly nurture her. He may be distance - physically or emotionally - during important times in her life. He may be away at work, he may be focused on other things such as money/career, other children/siblings, etc.

A darker possibility of these placements is: Her father may have (or will) suddenly die sooner than expected. This doesn't exactly mean he died when she was a child, depending on your parent's age, having a parent die when you're in your 40s can feel they died young.

Married Life:

The spouse will control what goes on in the home. She may like specific designs and decor. She will want control over home and family related matters. For example, she may schedule a family photoshoot, and be specific about when, where or how they dress as a family. She'll likely enjoy photography -their home may have many photo albums or photos around the home.

She will want to mentor/raise their children in a specific way - for example: she wants them to go into specific schools, learn specific things like religion, instruments, sports, etc.

She may occasionally come off as arrogant as it can feel she is preaching at him instead of speaking to him as an equal. In married life, there will be ego-related fights. It isn't necessarily that either feels strongly about the fight's topic rather they hate to feel like they've lost the fight. Neither wants to be controlled.

On the bright side, she will bring wealth to him. She will teach him and transform his life's perspective. By 7-12 years in, he will feel he is an entirely different person. He learns to see perspectives he didn't consider important before. She forces him to check his blind spots.

The spouse sways from being on a religious/spiritual path to a materialistic/superficial path. For example, she is connected to a higher power but she can't look past the need for wordly pleasures like validation from other people.

Children:

His first child may be a son or more masculine in personality. This child will be charming and considered attractive. This kid will be concerned with their appearance and health. They may become physically active in sports and health field.

The relationship with both parents will be overall very good - however, there is potential for the child to feel somewhat lonely/neglected during tough times. Even if the parents are not distant, the child will feel the need to handle burdens themselves.

There is difficulty regarding the second child. Possible reasons: Difficulty in having the child. This child is unconventional in personality. This child causes a scandal or family drama at some point.

Divorce Potential:

There is potential for divorce. However, if he waits to marry this can indicate multiple long-term relationships instead of multiple marriages.

The spouse is very devoted. Divorce is not easy. The spouse will want to stand by his side for as long as possible. They can mentally destroy one another by forcing a connection to remain. They can feel more like coworkers or siblings than lovers at some point. There is possibility for infidelity - he is meant to experience multiple relationships thus it would be important he does not marry early to prevent disaster in marriage.

His 7th house ruler (Saturn) in 1st H indicates he is constantly encountering people who want to control his life. He may meet friends, lovers and even business partners who believe they know best - they attempt to restrict or dull his personality and life.