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𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) — 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬

miguel o’hara x fem!reader. 3.2k words

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angst but kinda fluffy? straight after; mention of past violence (minor) — you wanted to know what those spanish sentences miguel made you say meant, him having kept that to himself. and when you do, having scouted miles, you’re left…well…shocked. your friends are also left shocked wondering who asked you to say those things. when you go to question miguel about it you find him in a state you’ve never seen him in before.

You had desperately wanted to translate the Spanish Miguel had chosen not to tell you. So much so, that you had began to scout HQ for a Spanish native speaker. You were too prideful to use your phone for translation, plus Miguel said nothing on not asking someone.

You remember Miles saying his mum was Hispanic. Even if his Spanish wasn’t top notch you’re sure he’ll understand at least a few words. Understand the sentences Miguel made you say.

You spot Pav talking with some other spider variants, using large hand gestures. "Pav!" You call, walking up to him.

He shifts his gaze to you, a smile soon following. “Y/n. How are you?”

You smile. “Good…yeah, no I’m good. I was just wondering if you knew where Miles was?”

“Oh.” He spins. “I swear I saw him over there.” He points in a random direction. “…now he’s gone. Maybe with Gwen.” He nudges you, raising his brows. You chuckle, understanding the meaning of those raised brows.

“Well, this will only take a moment. I just need translation for something.”

“Translation? To what language?” Pav asks.

“From Spanish to English. And I heard Miles knows a bit.”

“Ah…wait, but doesn’t Miguel fully speak it?” Pav pauses. “Yeah, he’d know a lot more than Miles.”

You nod. “He just won’t tell me.” You mutter under your breath.

“What was that?” Pav asks, brows furrowed.

You look back up. “Miguel’s just kind of busy right now.” You had no idea if he was or not. “And so I thought Miles might be free.”

“I see.” Pav nods. “Come on, I’ll help you find him.” Pav begins to head down one of the paths in the communal area where bunches of spider variants sat and stood talking.

“Miles!” Pav called out to nowhere in particular. “Miles!?”

“Is yelling his name really gonna help?” Your brows furrow.

“I like to think yelling will conjure up the whole ‘spider-sense’ thing.” Pav says, still gazing around. “Wait, maybe I need to sound more in distress.”

You chuckle, looking around. And that’s when you spot Miles and Gwen. “Miles!” You walk over with a smile. Pav is hot on your heels.

Miles turns, and copies your smile. “Y/n, hey.”

“Okay look, I’m sorry to ask this but can you translate something for me?” You ask, hopeful.

Miles tilts his head slightly. “Yeah, sure. As long as it isn’t French, or Dutch, or Russian. Or practically any language I don’t know.”

Your smile widens. “No, no. None of those. It’s just Spanish.”

“Oh.” Miles stands straighter. “I’ll warn you I don’t know a heck of amount. But I can give it go.”

“Thank you.” You grow more excited in way. All of last night you had been thinking about what you had said, really trying not to just roll over and grab your phone.

“Okay, so it’s two sentences.” You begin. Miles nods. “The first one is…’Me encantaría usar…tu cama para otras…cosas’.” You say it somewhat slowly, making sure you got it right.

When you look back to Miles, he’s staring at you blinking. You stare back. “What?” You ask.

“Um.” He scratches the back of his head. “I’m probably hearing it wrong.” He mutters to himself before he’s looking back to an expectant you.

“What was the second one?” He asks, a little more curious this time.

“Uh…’¿No crees que…me vería bonita atrapada entre…tus sábanas?’”

Now miles is staring at you. You eye him, brows furrowed. “What does it mean?”

He coughs. “Who said that to you?”

“Oh, no I said it to someone.” You answer. “Well, they asked me to say it…”

“You said it someone…” he drifts off, slightly gulping.

“What? Is it…bad?” Your brows are further furrowed. “Come on, Miles, please. I’ve been dying to know what it means all of last night.”

“Well, the first one…it means ‘I’d love to use your bed for other things’.” He mutters it out extremely quickly. That you think you don’t catch it right.

“What?”

“And the second one means ‘don’t you think I’d look pretty trapped in your sheets?’.” Miles’ has looked away, scratching the back of his neck again, clearly a fraction flustered.

This time you’re staring at him, or more so through him. Then you blink. “What?” You repeat stupidly. That can’t be right. Why did miguel ask you to say something about his bed…

Now you weren’t dumb you were just…in shock. Because how does that make sense. And as the words settle in your mind a little more, you begin to feel the familiar burn in your stomach.

Recently your skin had begun to feel hot. In specific scenarios, around a specific someone. Every moment that he had touched you in some way you had either been injured, or fainting, so you hadn’t realised the reactions in the moment. But now, having your mind clear and your body healthy enough your skin grows prickly.

Then there was the touches on your chin…

At first you thought that they were a form of showing his superiority. It seemed like something he’d do. But when you really thought about it, you realised that he wasn’t grabbing Peter’s face like that, he wasn’t leaning over a chair that Gwen was sitting at.

Now you’ve grown hot. And your cheeks are probably bright red, considering how Pav is eyeing you. “Um.” You nod. You don’t know why you’re nodding. You just need to do something that isn’t stare off into space.

“Who, um, asked you to say that?” Gwen asks.

You shift your gaze to her, still slightly stuck in your own head. You felt the urge to fan yourself, but realised how implicating that would seem. Miguel got you to say that stuff? That seemed to be a repeating question in your head.

“Oh, uh, nobody.” You didn’t really want to tell them that it was Miguel. You felt it would put pressure on something that you were sure wasn’t even something. It wasn’t…right?

But now as you quickly thank miles and skim past them, your mind is whirring. Did Miguel…? You press your lips together at the thought, unbuttoning the first button of your dress shirt. You were sure you were reading into it. Though…part of you was actually hoping the underlying meaning you were thinking of was the truth.

You were even slightly shocked at yourself at this revelation. It’s as if it had always been on the tip of your tongue. Not falling off because Miguel is well…Miguel.

;;

“What was that about?” Pav asks, watching your leaving form. Gwen watches you go as well, eyes narrowing in her own inspection.

Miles was still going over the sentences in his head, really double checking he got them right. “Yeah…nah, that’s right.” He mutters. “My translations right.”

“Who asked her—“

“Asked who what?” Hobie appeared, clearly just back from a mission, as he leaned against Miles, resting his arm on his shoulder.

“Y/n.” Gwen says. “She asked Miles to translate something for her.”

“See, I knew this guy would be helpful.” Hobie slightly shakes Miles’ shoulders.

“I think someone has a crush on y/n.” Pav says, making Hobie shift his gaze to him.

“Who?” Miles asks, suddenly interested in the small ordeal.

Pav shrugs, but Hobie shakes his head, scoffing. Pav hadn’t seen you and Miguel interact a hell of a lot. Gwen didn’t pay that much attention to people’s gazes, and Miles was well…new. So, maybe Hobie could give them a break, but he still couldn’t believe how oblivious they were.

Hobie began to figure out Miguel’s little crush on you when Miguel had called him in for a last minute mission that Miguel could have easily done himself. He hadn’t needed Hobie.

And when Miguel’s jaw clenched at the mention of how he was supposed to be hanging out with you, Hobie began to clock on.

“Come on, you lot.” Hobie says staring at them. “Tell me, who speaks Spanish here? Fluently?”

Gwen looks down, thinking. “Miguel.”

Hobie nods. “Uh huh.” He presses, seeing their slightly furrowed brows. “Oh bloody hell, you lot are thick.”

“Oh…” Pav mutters. “Oh!” He realises, and Hobie gestures to him, sighing in relief.

“Thank anarchy.” He mutters, thankful one person caught on.

“Miguel likes y/n?!” Pav practically exclaims, earning a few side glances from other spider variants.

“It’d seem so.” Hobie smirks.

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Later that evening, you stood, not meaning to feel as flushed as you were. Standing in front of Miguel's bedroom door, you felt hot, your breathing quickening. After having found out what he got you to say—and having gone through the stages of confusion, denial and then shock—you've arrived back to sweaty palms.

You take a breath, knocking, but instead of the solid feel of the door, your hand falls through, the door having been cracked open a fraction—your nervous state must have forced you not to notice. It swings wider and your breath hitches.

Miguel's room is a mess, and not just his bed this time. Things are smashed, and his chair is thrown, lying lifeless on the floor. You then shift your gaze up to a heaving Miguel. He finally notices your presence, meeting your wide eyes.

Miguel had always been someone who was controlled. Sure, he got agitated easy, and clearly had some anger issues to deal with, but 'messy' was never a word you associated with him. And here he was hair ruffled, wet from the outside rain, and covering part of his eyes. His chest heaved to a mismatched beat, as his nose twitched in a snarl, his fangs very visible in the dim light. He looked like the definition of ‘a mess’.

"What are you doing here?" His low tone breaks you from your silent stance, your lips coming closed to rub against each other in...thought? You weren't entirely sure.

You gulp. "Did something...happen?" You scan his body for injuries, but find none. You glance at his open window. "Did you go on a mission?"

"Did you need something?" Miguel doesn't mean for his tone to come out so harshly. And watching your face twitch a fraction made him grind his teeth in annoyance at himself.

"I was going to ask you something, but..." Now you weren't so sure that this moment was the right one.

Miguel gulps, turning slightly away from you. "If you have nothing to say…go."

Yes, Miguel was acting clip and rude with you. And yes...maybe he did turn away so he wouldn't see your expressions. But then he hears your steps slowly draw closer. He shifts his gaze back to you.

Right now was the worst time to see you, he didn't want you to see him, he wanted you to go.

"I thought you had nothing to say?" Miguel briskly asks, but you caught the slight crack in his harsh tone. A crack that displayed a mix of emotions—stress, anxiety,...fear?

Before you know it you're moving closer, your feet, the rain and his breathing filling the other wise silent room. "Now's not a good time." His tone cracked even more. This time with anger.

You stop, a decent distance away. And maybe you should leave, leave him to this. But what is this? You voice that. "What is this?" 'This' as in the mess. 'This' as in Miguel's body language. He looked like he was not even a minute away from exploding.

"Are you...okay?"

Part of Miguel's facade broke at that. "I'm perfectly fine. Do I not look it?" He spits this, fully turning to you. Some droplets of water, that had drenched his hair slides down his cheek.

You know not to be taken aback by Miguel's words. But you'd never seen the word 'crazed' written in his eyes before...'frantic'. "No...you don't look it." You say, eyeing him. "You look...you don't look like yourself."

Miguel mockingly nods, his tongue dragging across one of his fangs, and actually drawing blood. "Right." He forcibly chuckles. "I forgot, I'm supposed to look...what? Composed? On task? In control?" He's stepped closer to you, each word coming out like a snarl.

"Not everything stays the same." Miguel is saying. "Not everything goes the way we plan." He grits out 'plan' like he despises the word altogether.

And as you glance from his hair to the window, to then his too clean of a suit, you realise something. It wasn't a mission, but he had gone somewhere.

"Miguel, where did you go?"

"I didn't go anywhere." He scoffs out.

"Yes you did." You say, narrowing your eyes in thought. And maybe now would be a good time to leave, leave him be. But of course you wouldn't, 'worry' now tieing you up tight. Then you pause. "Why are talking about things that don't go to plan? What hasn't gone to plan?"

"You know, you can be real nosy sometimes." Miguel wanted to punch himself. Why did he say that? You had never been nosy, only observant. Maybe too much for your own good, but it was surely a talent of yours. And here he was shaming you.

But in this moment you weren't fazed. Something was wrong. "Miguel, you've clearly just come in here angry. You're hair's wet from the rain, so obviously recently. Your room is a mess. It's never a mess. You're...never a mess."

"Oh, plenty of things can become a mess, y/n."

"Yeah, but never you. Sure, you've gotten angry before, but you've never trashed a room. There's glass on the floor...you broke that mirror." You gesture to the one hanging on the wall, a prominent fist imbedded in the middle.

"Don't tell me you're gonna deduce where I've fucking been by the glass?!" He was yelling. Not at you. Never at you. At himself. But he's always been very good at projecting. Especially when you're around.

"No." You breathe. "I'm asking you." You say, letting a hint of your concern shine through. You were concerned. Very concerned. Maybe Miguel would have noticed your concern, if he wasn't slowly loosing it. If the messed up room wasn't enough of a tell, he's hit his peak.

"What happened?" You ask again, and this time you finally get a response.

"I fucked up, okay?!" He exclaims, his heart pounding a mile a minute. "I can't take it back. And I've tried. I've really tried. But you know what? Maybe this is meant to happen. Maybe I'm meant to screw everything up."

You stare at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I..." Miguel drifts off, fisting his already disheveled hair. "I let them take it..." Hs voice has softened. But not to a nice kind of softened—a broken one.

You step a fraction closer. "Who? And take what?"

You can visibly see Miguel's strength ebbing away. He looks exhausted, and all in all done. Done with everything. You didn't like that look, you didn't like the inclination of it. "Miguel." You say slowly.

But he's going farther and farther back into his mind, getting tangled up in thoughts you could tell had begun to haunt him. Screwed up? What had he supposedly screwed up?

Then before your mind could work on overdrive, millions of questions wanting to surface, and before Miguel could step further back from reality, you stepped much, much closer, reaching up on your tip toes. And then you wrapped your arms around his neck...hugging him.

Miguel is frozen. Entirely frozen. His mind stops trying to murder him and the drowning sounds in his ears fade away. Now he can hear your breathing, a nervous beat clear. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know if he should do what he’s thinking.

But then you’re slowly drawing back, arms leaving his body. And he can’t have that. He swiftly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back to him, as his hands clench around your shirt.

Your breathing hitches as Miguel’s breath hits your collarbone, his head choosing to rest in the crook of your neck, his lips grazing part of your skin.

No. He had told himself he wouldn’t think like that anymore. It was exhausting, and he was tired enough as is. His grip tightened around you. To all the doubtful voices in his head, he was using you to say ‘shut the hell up’.

You could feel Miguel’s entire body practically slump against yours. And though your cheeks were red hot, and your heart was screaming you wrapped your arms back around his neck, your wrists meeting together by his hair.

For once Miguel heard silence. He had always had too many voices in his head telling him this and that. And that ‘this was what has to be done’ and that ‘no, you can’t get distracted’.

Now he felt a much relieving calmness engulfing him. You. His breathing slightly shuddered against your neck, the open of his mouth leading his fangs to lightly brush across your skin.

You shivered at this, earning Miguel to lean his head back. But he didn’t let your waist go. You stopped those voices and he’d be damned if he let you step away from his body now.

Your breathes met, as did your gaze. You were close, the seeming millimetre making you seem even more so. You could feel Miguel’s fingers fiddle slowly with the back of your shirt, your front still pressed against his.

“I’m…” You gulp, your voice coming out much shakier than you intended. “Sorry…I probably shouldn’t have hugged you.” You could practically taste his breath.

“Yeah…you probably shouldn’t have.” His tone is breathy, sounding out of body, as his gaze flickers to your lips.

They’re dry—of course. And now at the close proximity licking them made you feel ten times hotter. You prayed he couldn’t see your blushing cheeks.

“I’m sorry that I just…sorta came in.” You felt you had to fill in the silence. Miguel didn’t seem to mind it though, cause it meant that he could listen to your voice. And replacing your voice with the one’s in his head is probably the smartest choice he could ever make.

Well maybe the second smartest choice… He stared at your freshly wet lips, breathing harder. His thoughts had changed from ‘how much more could he take’ to ‘how much more…more…more’. He wanted more. More of your closeness, this seemed to not be enough.

In response to his thoughts his hands glided up your back, making your body lean more against him. Chest to chest.

“A-and I probably shouldn’t have assumed all that stuff…” you breathe out, as Miguel tilts his head, looking down at you. It’s safe to say your were flustered.

“I think you did alright.” He partially whispered.

“Well…you’re not throwing a chair..so..” Stupid, stupid, stupid—you think to yourself. “I mean…”

And to your shock you notice his lips begin to curve up. And not just to stop at a certain point. No. His lips continued to widen until he was smiling. An actual, genuine smile, that oozed amusement, and it made him look…happy?

“Careful.” You say. “You look like you’re expressing a ‘sparkly emotion’.”

“Oh no.” His grin doesn’t fall, and it only makes your heart beat faster. “We wouldn’t want that…would we?”

You quickly shake your head, and Miguel presses his lips together with further amusement, his eyes darting. “…cute.”

You freeze. And Miguel seems to realise his small slip up, as his eyes grow a fraction wider. He had slipped up in English. Goddamn English. You understood.

But what he didn’t know was that you understood a lot more than just that word. And as the reason for your arrival to his room came back to you, the simple word ‘cute’ seemed to mean a whole lot, lot more.

I’m sorry this one’s kinda short, and not too much is going on. but I wanted them to have a close moment like this before they…well…y’know.

at this point I’ve decided to do nine parts (it fits better) so next part…mhm…FINALLY we can get some closer HaPpIniNgS

plus next part im gonna go onto a deeper dive of where Miguel went and who the masked men are — i just needed a bit of tension filled fluff

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lewisvinga · 8 months

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chocolate almond croissant | jude bellingham x fem! perez! reader

summary; jude bellingham and the granddaughter of florentino pérez, the president of real madrid, soft launch their relationship

fc; nailea devora

note; i haven’t written in forever and i’ve never done a smau on tumblr so here’s my attempt😋😋 my requests are closed btw 😁

masterlist !

liked by bsfuser, judebellingham, and 739,038 others!

ynperez: in france, kinda want a baguette

user1: mother

user2: i wanna be u

bsfuser: u only know the words oui and allez les bleus

ynperez: i know cama ooh too

camavinga: i feel so special

user3: anyone see jude in her likes

user4: he’s trying to get on presi’s good side

user5: our future president

user6: tell papa pérez to send the damn bid

user7: i’m a culer but i love yn

liked by ynperez, camavinga, and 2,038,937 others!

judebellingham: the south of france

user8: we were in the same country we’re meant to be guys

user9: my faves

user10: going feral rn

camavinga: QP QP-skyyy

vinijr: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄me dejaron

judebellingham: restttt bro😘

ynperez: ur so unserious

judebellingham: thx

user11: isn’t yn in france rn??

user12: who is yn??

user13: she’s florentino pérez’s granddaughter, he’s the president of real madrid 😭

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ynperez: when bae ate the last bite of your chocolate almond croissant

bsfuser: u look so sad

ynperez: nothing to smile about in my life

user14: BAE????

user15: omg she’s not in her single era anymore

user16: 100% believe she’s dating a real madrid player

aurelientchm: how many bites did he take

ynperez: one too many

ynperez: and one too many sips of my matcha latte 💔💔

judebellingham: sounds delicious 😁

ynperez: yeah yeah 😒

user17: can you blame her?? jude and aurelien are on that team i’d want them too if my father was the president of the biggest club!

user18: real

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judebellingham: new found love for chocolate almond croissants

user19: it’s illegal to be this fine

user20: damn

user21: call me delusional but didn’t yn pérez talk about her ‘bae’ eating her chocolate almond croissant & they seemed to be in france together

user22: delusional

vinijr: wonder what else you love 😂🤣

judebellingham: hey man, chillll🤫

ynperez: u should try matcha lattes i heard they’re good

judebellingham: i’m a fan of them icl

user23: no way jude isn’t dating yn pérez

user24: tryna get on presi’s good side like presi didn’t speak english for him at his presentation 😭

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ynperez: bf always taking pics of me mid complaining should i dump

user25: yn so cute😭

user26: THE SECOND PIC LMFAO

user27: dump him u can do better (me)

judebellingham: I CANT HELP IT THAT YOU LOOK CUTE WHILE COMPLAINING??

ynperez: ur so dumb ur lucky ur cute

judebellingham: oopsies

user28: JUDES COMMENT IM SCREAMING

user29: i knew those twitter threads were right

camavinga: it only took so long for jude to explode

vinijr: to be fair u always complain

ynperez: i helped sign him he should be grateful for me!

liked by judebellingham, vinijr, and 1,482,038 others!

ynperez: ruined my soft launch but it’s okay, mi novio is tan lindo y lo quiero 🤍 [my boyfriend is so cute and i love him]

tagged; judebellingham

judebellingham: i said i’m sorry😔

ynperez: it’s ok pumpkin

vinijr: just so you know he giggled

judebellingham: i don’t giggle idk what u mean

judebellingham: i love you🤍

ynperez: i love you 🤍🤍

user30: I KNEW IT

user31: it couple

user32: now we know why jude signed for real madrid

yourbsf: finally u posted him, such cuties 🥹

ynperez: i wanted a cute soft launch but this will do😔😔

user33: she calls him pumpkin that’s so adorable

user34: idk if i want him or her

user35: anyone see vini’s comment 😭

liked by ynperez, camavinga, and 3,028,937 others!

judebellingham: prettiest girl ever, te quiero, mi flor 🌹🤍 [i love you, my flower]

tagged; ynperez

ynperez: AWHH U SPOKE SPANISH TO ME YOU LOVE ME🥹🥹🥹🥹

judebellingham: what can i say, i have vw the best teacher!

ynperez: te quiero muchísimo mi querido [i love you very much, my dear]

judebellingham: te quiero siempre [i love you always]

user36: 50% of me is crying but the other 50% is so excited

user37: him speaking in spanish for her?? that’s so cute stop

camavinga: he asked me 20 times to make sure he was saying it right btw

judebellingham: mate, don’t expose me like this 😕😕😕😕

user38: camavinga 😭

user39: wanna know how presi feels

ynperez: papa pérez is happy that his granddaughter is happy 😁

user40: i’d sign for real madrid too if that means yn perez would be my gf

#football imagines #football scenarios #footballer x reader #football one shot #footballer x y/n #football smau #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine

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theromcommotel · 11 months

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Helloo! How r u? Hopefully well! As someone who has Spanish as a comfort language, I'd love a Camilo x Fem!Reader fanfic(or headcanons!), short or not, where whenever Cami speaks whole Spanish sentences, Reader just feels so happy and safe! Reader can be a foreign if it works better for u. I don't know Spanish but that makes it better, haha. Maybe times where Camilo asks if Reader can even understand him and she'd be like "no♡". Ur work always makes me smile. Hope u'll have a great morning, afternoon, evening, night or midnight!

CAMILO X READER !!

FOREIGNER READER !!

prompt: camilo’s dating a foreigner!!

requested by: anon

warnings: ALL SPAINISH IS GOOGLE TRANSLATED AS I ONLY SPEAK ENGLISH AND FRENCH also this is a mix of a oneshot and headcanons so hope that’s chill!! also this anon is SO SWEEEEET😭😭🫶🫶 i never rlly thought my work would make anyone smile (i write for me, and ig i never rlly thought about what others think of my work) so i’m so happy at least someone enjoys it!!💗

camilo is a bit of a rambler in general (personal headcanon), and it amplifies when he’s with his partner

“entonces isabela y mirabel deciden hacer equipo conmigo?! loco verdad?” (so isabela and mirabel decide to team up on me?! crazy right?”)

“i’m sorry ‘milo, what?”

“oh yeah, sorry, amor.”

camilo does try his best to speak english (or whatever language you speak) when he’s with you

but sometimes his native tongue sneaks up on him

but he also does like to do it to confuse you XD

like he’ll make a hella suggestive comment and you’ll have no idea what he said lmfao

“qué pensarías si te inmovilizaran en la cama ahora mismo?” (what would you think if you were pinned to the bed right now?)

“uhm…si?”

“LETS GO”

“WAIT WHAT’D YOU SAY-”

hey hey

sorry i got kinda lazy for this😭

i have a master list coming soon tho!!

-hermy

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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BǍO BÈI, MON AMOUR AND... BABE, I GUESS??

➳ request: Can I request Finny, Baldroy, Joker, Snake, and maybe Dagger with a multilingual fem s/o? I speak English, Spanish, and French irl. Bonus points if you incorporate pet names in either of those. I’m thinking along the lines of some nice headcanons.

➳ character/s: finny, bardroy, joker, snake, dagger

➳ warnings: swearing, perhaps butched pet names from other languages, generally butched arabic (baldroy), french (joker), spanish (finny), norwegian (snake) and german (dagger) because i don’t speak anything but english

➳ notes: woww that’s really cool that you know how to speak other languages, i’ve always wanted to be fluent in something other than english and i used to learn mandarin, but i hated the teacher at school and dropped the subject asap lmao

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐘.

infatuated

he thinks it’s super cool

and hot

now he gets creative for pet names for you

he goes beyond the classic babe, baby, sweetheart, doll etc

now you gotta suffer with sweet cheeks, toots, sugarplum and all that cheesy gross shit

but he gets which language mixed up all the time

he probably messes up the pronunciation as well

it’s ok, he’s attempting

he often notices that you’ll speak arabic when you’re tired or frustrated

“habibi... come to bed.”

but also when you’re thinking of a word and it only makes sense in the languages you know

it’s fine, he thinks it’s cool

and funny because accents between languages also change

all in all, very impressed

── 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘.

literally gets the anime sparkles in his eyes

as if you could get any better??

constantly asks you to speak your other languages

asks you for the names of basic household items in that language

“what’s bed in spanish??”

“la cama.”

“oh my god that’s so cool-”

but then you bamboozled him with another language

and he then discovered you’re multilingual

because he caught you speaking cantonese to lau

and he thinks you spoke, like, gaelic one time

he’s not sure what the languages are but it’s COOL

he definitely butches some of the words

most of the words

but it’s the thought and effort that counts

── 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑.

what a little charmer

he would tease you for keeping this from him

and would also want to learn

he probably has caught you just mumbling to yourself in french

wants to learn french because stereotypical romance

but also to eavesdrop-

sometimes he’ll just stick his head through your tent ‘door’ and go

“tu veux venir te promener avec moi?”

and you’re left wondering how he knows to ask you for a walk of all things

you both use ma chérie and mon chéri

it’s the most basic one

but it does the job

as a joke he suggested you speak your other languages as an act for the circus

you said no because it’s not really that circus-worthy

but maybe in future it’d be a funny gag

── 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.

silent admiration

emily and keats are more vocal about it

if he has snakes from the countries which language you speak they now cling to you, they’re yours now

they don’t leave you

he will probably learn easy words when he wants something but doesn’t wanna say in front of EVERYONE

“klemmer?”

“awww, yes hugs.”

the whole circus cannot interpret norwegian at all

nor can they understand korean or swedish

but they all think it’s a fun gimmick

because you’re extremely multilingual

his face was like :000

when you asked a foreign guest who didn’t speak english

‘what language would you like me to speak?’

because damn

what a badass that you can just whip out a language and speak it fluently

── 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

in love even more

if that’s possible

you’re just so cool ;v;

he won’t lie

it sounds like gibberish at the start before you teach him

the only thing he can possibly interpret is your tone

even then

he’s fucked if you speak a language that naturally sounds aggressive

because he’s gonna think you’re PISSED when you’re asking if he wants potatoes or not

“liebling, give me cuddless”

“LEE BLING??”

he can’t for the life of him try to imitate you without sounding offensive

so he doesn’t

he just admires you from afar

and from close by

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scotianostra · 6 months

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On October 26th 1911 the Gaelic poet, Sorley MacLean, was born on the island of Raasay.

He was brought up within a family and community immersed in Gaelic language and culture, particularly song. Sorley studied English at Edinburgh University from 1929, taking a first class honours degree and there encountering and finding an affinity with the work of Hugh MacDiarmid, Ezra Pound, and other Modernist poets. Despite this influence, he eventually adopted Gaelic as the medium most appropriate for his poetry. However, it should be noted that MacLean translated much of his own work into English, opening it up to a wider public than the speakers of the Gaelic language.

During the Spanish Civil War, MacLean was torn between family commitments and his desire to fight on behalf of the International Brigades, illustrating his left-wing - even Marxist - political stance. He eventually resigned himself to remaining on Skye. He fought in North Africa during World War Two, before taking up a career in teaching, holding posts on Mull, in Edinburgh and finally as Head Teacher at Plockton High School.

It is often said that what Hugh MacDiarmid did for the Scots language, Sorley MacLean did for Gaelic, sparking a Gaelic renaissance in Scottish literature in line with the earlier ‘Scottish Renaissance’, as evinced in the work of George Campbell Hay, Derick Thomson and Iain Crichton Smith. He was instrumental in preserving and promoting the teaching of Gaelic in Scottish schools. Through the diverse subject matter of his poetry, he demonstrates the capacity of the Gaelic language to express themes from the personal to the political and philosophical.

MacLean’s work was virtually unknown outside Gaelic-speaking circles until the 1970s, when Gordon Wright published Four Points of a Saltire - poems from George Campbell Hay, Stuart MacGregor, William Neill and Sorley MacLean. He also then appeared at the Cambridge Poetry Festival, establishing his fame in England, as well as Scotland and Ireland, where he had become something of a cult figure thanks to a fan base including fellow poet Seamus Heaney. A bilingual Selected Poems of 1977 secured a broader readership and a new generation began to appreciate his work.

Latterly, he wrote and published little, showing his concern with quality and authenticity over quantity. Never a full-time writer, he was also a scholar of the Highlands with a vast knowledge of genealogy, and an avid follower of shinty. Amongst other awards and honours, he received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 1990. He passed on in 1996 at the age of 85, and was survived by his wife and two daughters.

I have posted many times about Sorley, and probably overused Martyn Bennet’s Hallaig, but if you haven’t heard it, please go to Youtube and search for it, you won’t regret it.

Todays poem is Tràighean/ Shores, the Gaelic version first, followed by the verse translated by his fellow bi-lingual poet, Iain Crichton Smith.

Nan robh sinn an Talasgar air an tràigh

far a bheil am beul mòr bàn

a’ fosgladh eadar dà ghiall chruaidh,

Rubha nan Clach `s am Bioda Ruadh,

sheasainn-sa ri taobhn na mara

ag ùrachadh gaoil ‘nam anam

fhad ‘s a bhiodh an cuan a’lìonadh

camas Thalasgair gu sìorraidh:

sheasainn an siud air lom na tràghad

gu `n cromadh Priseal a cheann àigich.

Agus nan robh sinn ciudeachd

air tràigh Chalgaraidh am Muile,

eadar Alba is Tiriodh,

eadar an saoghal `s a’bhiothbhuan,

dh’fhuirichinn an siud gu luan

a’ tomhas gainmhich bruan air bhruan.

Agus an Uibhist air tràigh Hòmhstadh

fa chomhair farsaingeachd na h-ònrachd,

dh’fheithinn-sa an siud gu sìorraidh

braon air bhraon an cuan a’ sìoladh.

Agus nan robh mi air tràigh Mhùideart

còmhla riut, a nodhachd ùidhe,

chuirinn suas an co-chur gaoil dhut

an cuan ’s a’ ghaineamh, bruan air bhraon dhiubh.

’S nan robh sinn air Mol Steinnseil Stamhain

’s an fhairge neo-aoibhneach a’ tarraing

nan ulbhag is gan tilgeil tharainn,

thogainn-sa am balla daingeann

ro shìorraidheachd choimhich ’s i framhach.

If we were in Talisker on the shore

where the great white foaming mouth of water

opens between two jaws as hard as flint –

the Headland of Stones and the Red Point –

I’d stand forever by the waves

renewing love out of their crumpling graves

as long as the sea would be going over

the Bay of Talisker for ever;

I would stand thee by the filling tide

till Preshal bowed his stallion head.

And if the two of us were together

on the shores of Calgary in Mull

between Scotland and Tiree,

between this world and eternity,

I’d stand there till time was done

counting the sands grain by grain.

And also on Uist, on Hosta’s shore,

in the face of solitude’s fierce stare,

I’d remain standing, without sleep,

while sea were ebbing, drop by drop.

And if I were on Moidart’s shore

With you, my novelty of desire,

I’d offer this synthesis of love,

grain and water, sand and wave.

And were we by the shelves of Staffin

where the huge joyless sea is coughing

stones and boulders from its throat,

I’d build a fortified wall

Against eternity’s savage howl.

As well as Hallaig I enjoy listening to Somhairle by Niteworks, an Electronic Celtic fusion band from the Isle of Skye who put some of Sorley’s words to music. Listen to it below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PgWqrxa_-Y

#scotland #scottish #history #edinburgh #Hallaig #Hebrides #Raasay

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judebelllngham · 17 days

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Tchou speaks English almost fluently and I think so does cama but I don't know if he's as good so they probably talk with jude in English

i know but i do think there is still a slight language barrier 😂

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vivirhastaquemarse · 11 months

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I love u

•introduction: Hi! my name is Lau and I write poems, I decided to start uploading them here and put them in the context in which I imagine them, I hope you like it, my first language is not English so if there is something wrong I am very sorry and let me know in the comments, the poem will initially be in Spanish since that is where the essence remains the most, but I will also put it in English as well as the context, thanks for reading ♡♡♡♡

•context:you are in a relationship with bella and you are sitting outside on the porch of her house feeling the beautiful night air, you are a writer and spanish is your first language.

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I can't believe how beautiful the night is. These are the kind of nights you want every day, it's cold but not cold enough to make your hands freeze, it's clear so you can see a few stars, the moon is waxing but it feels like it's lighting up a full moon, you're wrapped in a blanket but that's not what you like the most about the situation but that you have Bella next to you; They are both laughing at how you fell in the street earlier when they went to buy something at the supermarket and you are really clumsy.

you: sometimes I really feel like I have two left feet.

B: Weeeell, I love your two left feet, besides, you don't need a right foot, bc u have me and I'll take you wherever you need or want for ever.

you smile immediately, Bella is not the person who gives the most tender words on a daily basis, so when she makes these little comments you immediately die of love because you know they are real

you: how cheesy !!!! I love that

Bella immediately blushes and hits you with a pillow which starts a war and lots of laughter.

you: stop! STOOOOP! (you scream in the middle of laughter because I was tickling you)

They stops and starts to spread little kisses all over your face while u smile.

you: I love u

B: oh no, you can't just say that.

you: what?

B: I had a love attack so now I deserve that you delight me speaking Spanish, I haven't listened to you for days and if I do it's only when you talk to your mom, I want something for myself

you: oh uh okay emmmm, do you want the basic answer or do you want the cheesy but real one?

B: I'm going to give you permission to be very cheesy just because today I feel capable of supporting it

The two laugh and sit facing each other, clearly you didn't have anything prepared but it's so easy to say what you feel with them, so you sigh and start talking

Me gusta verte escapar de las esquinas más cerradas en tu autito, me gusta verte inventar flores de papel, me gusta que me regales tu tiempo, tu vida y tu pasión.

Me gusta verte de lejos pero no muy lejos, me gusta verte de cerca o desde cualquier ángulo en realidad, porque te veo y me tranquilizo, porque tu paz me salva del mar de ansiedad que me persiguió por tanto tiempo.

Me gusta verte salvarme aún cuando no lo notas, me gustas en colores, en rosas, en grises o en negros, me gusta la forma de tu pelo y las líneas de tus manos, porque en realidad ya hace tiempo que tu cuerpo se volvió externo para mi, hace rato que estamos adentro de nuestro universo, y qué lindo es poder encontrarte en cada recoveco de mi cuerpo.

Me gusta tu voz, es sin lugar duda el sonido más etero qué amaré.

Te amo de madrugada, de día y de noche. Con luz, envuelta en sombras o humores. En la cima más alta, a la tarde, en mi cama. Me gustas a mi lado cuando veo televisión llorando, me gustas leyendo guiones y sorprendiendote en el camino. Y por supuesto que sí, me gustas en el verano con un humor de mierda y en el invierno con tu sonrisa interminable. Te amo todas las sombras, las alegrías y toda la vida.

(translation) I like to see you escape from the tightest corners in your little car, I like to see you invent paper flowers, I like that you give me your time, your life and your passion.

I like to see you from afar but not too far away, I like to see you up close or from any angle really, because I see you and I calm down, because your peace saves me from the sea of anxiety that persecuted me for so long.

I like to see you save me even when you don't notice it, I like you in colors, in pinks, in grays or in black, I like the shape of your hair and the lines of your hands, because in reality your body has become external to me for a long time, we have been inside our universe for a long time, and how nice it is to be able to find you in every recess of my body.

I like your voice, it is without a doubt the most ethereal sound that I will love.

I love you at dawn, day and night. With light, wrapped in shadows or moods.

At the highest peak, in the afternoon, in my bed. I like you by my side when I watch TV crying, I like you reading scripts and surprising you along the way. And of course I do, I like you in the summer with a shitty mood and in the winter with your endless smile. I love you all the shadows, the joys and all of life.

when you finish Bella looks at you as if you were the most beautiful being in the universe and as if you were the most important thing in them world, that's one of the things you love most about them, Bel always makes you feel seen and loved even if the whole world sees her to them, the only thing that matters to you is that they sees you.

B: You drive me crazy, I have no fucking idea what you said but I love you

we kiss and god it feels so right this is all i need

B: Now tell me what you said.

you: noup

B: TELL MEEEEEE

you: noup (you say laughing)

B: OOOOH do you want more tickles then? (challenging you)

you: I'm not going to tell you now, you'll know when you have to know, in a couple of months or years, we have a looooot of time to decide

B: well, but you still can't save yourself

again it starts to tickle you and that's how you want to feel all your life.

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I hope you liked xx

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey fic #bellaramsey #bella ramsey fanfic #bellie and pedge #lesbian #writing #the last of us ellie

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1. Hello, it's been a long time, you may not remember me, but I'm still working in the translation of your story "The Darkness Inside" into Spanish. Sorry It has take me a lot of time, but I have been strugling with a lot. The reason why I'm contacting you is to ask for your help, although maybe you don't want to get involved or just don't read this hahaha, well it turns out that a guy from the Spanish-speaking community of Sterek's fandom has been plagiarizing fanfics originally written. next

2. in English, for the moment, you have not been one of his victims and I hope you never will be, but if he is doing this with other people, nothing will stop him from doing this with you too. :(You know I'm not against translations, I'm translating your work because I love it, but I don't think it's fair that he steal credits from other people's work saying they are his.I can't pass you any link, unfortunately, but the ones that have been proven to be plagiarism are:"Stiles' Pack" by... next

3. by NarcissisticPrince AO3, plagiarized as "El renacer de Stiles" by SterekForevers Watt*pad. "There's a wolf in my bed" by halcyon1993 AO3, plagiarized as "Un lobo en mi cama" by SterekForevers. "Future Dreams" by midnitekween AO3, plagiarized as "Sueños futuros" by SterekForeversWhile only those have been verified, I wouldn't be surprised if all of their stories were plagiarized. Again, I'm just asking for your help, please, but I'll understand if you don't want to get involved in this. Next

4. Again, his watt*pad user is SterekForevers

Hello! o/

Oh my goodness, please don’t apologize, translations are hard and I am like, the worst about touching base with people because I am always tired (my messages are like, a year old and I feel guilty every time I see them orz) Seriously, take your time, it’s meant to be for fun right? And especially if you’re going through a lot, please take care of yourself first, you are the most important thing so please be kind to yourself!

Thank you for letting me know about the person plagiarizing works on Wattpad. Did you happen to tell the authors whose works were discovered? (Or maybe someone else told them?). I went to try and find this person’s Wattpad just to see how many works they have that could be plagiarized, but I can’t seem to find the user. Either they’ve deleted their page/been removed by Wattpad, or they’ve hidden their profile to people. Either way, hopefully the people whose works were taken can get them removed, and thank you for spreading this awareness and looking out for the writers, you’re very kind! (That being said, people reading this, please don’t witch hunt. If you find the page that I couldn’t, please just see if you recognize anything and notify the authors, please don’t start bullying this person, that’s not how to handle a situation like this).

I hope you’re doing well and please take care of yourself if things are a bit rough. Your health and happiness are the most important thing, so make sure you’re being kind to yourself! <3<3<3<3<3

#Not TW #Blood's yakkity yaks #minamikasworld

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slayonehundredninetytwo · 10 months

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I am the one who left the detailed application before (from Seungmin) I love to leave a lot of details for applications. By the way, I might become one of the people who always leave requests but I like to contribute in ideas, so I'm sorry because you'll have to read me often from now on hahahahahaha.

Now I'll leave one for Taehyun from TXT uwu

Puede comenzar con los chicos teniendo una semana de descanso, en la que Taehyun comienza a desarrollar dolor en el cuerpo después de su apretada agenda, pero cree que descansar hará que desaparezca; sin embargo, al segundo día nota que su cuerpo se siente cada vez peor y comienza a desarrollar fiebre y malestar general. Al principio lo esconde de los miembros porque no quiere arruinar su descanso pero por la noche su cuerpo se siente muy pesado y adolorido, agregando que su fiebre solo lo pone más sensible, pero se encuentra solo en el apartamento porque todos se fueron. salir sin él y eso lo entristece y comienza a llorar, por lo que llama a Kai, su mejor amigo, y le preocupa escuchar llorar al niño, por lo que informa a sus hyungs que deben regresar rápidamente al apartamento para ver qué está pasando.

Todos llegan y Yeonjun corre rápidamente a la habitación de Taehyun donde encuentra al chico llorando y temblando en un rincón de la habitación y nota su fiebre alta, por lo que lo cuida con la ayuda de los otros chicos y todos terminan acurrucados en el suelo. cama y cuidando a su segundo maknae.

I would like that when you find Taehyun, the guys say lots of sweet words to him, please 😊!

Hello anon!

I would love to write your request, but i don’t speak Spanish. I’m going to copy paste the request to google translate, but the fic will be English. Is that alright??

🫶

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magnoliasenior56 · 1 year

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Choosing a Senior Placement Agency

Choosing a Magnolia Senior Placement senior placement agency can be a big challenge. The best placement agencies are ones that are trustworthy and devoted to the welfare of their clients. They have contracts with senior communities and facilities that pay them a commission. finding senior living They also have a database of senior communities and facilities, so they can quickly refer seniors to one. They can also negotiate a senior's monthly fee at a community.

Before you start your Magnolia Senior Placement business, you will have to determine if you can afford to operate in a particular area. Many agencies do not require payments from their clients, but there are also ones that do. You will also need to register your business and draw a business plan. This plan will cover every aspect of your business. It will include information about your office location, employees, leadership, and customer services.

It's a good idea to start a Magnolia Senior Placement business in an area close to two hospitals. This way, your customers can get help with Medicare/Medicaid. In addition, you will have to research the area and find a suitable location.

Choosing a Magnolia Senior Placement senior placement agency can be very important for your family. You want to find an agency with a track record of placing seniors in safe and affordable facilities. You also want to make sure the agency has a good reputation. You should also find out if they have experience working with different types of insurance. Consider looking for a senior placement agency that caters to the needs of seniors who do not speak English well.

The best way to find a Magnolia Senior Placement agency is to look at multiple review sources. These sources will allow you to see what other seniors have to say about the services they receive. You can also ask previous clients about the agency. These people will tell you if they had a positive or negative experience. A good senior placement agency will also have a coordinator who will stay in touch with the family and the new residents. This coordinator will also be there to assist with the move.

The Magnolia Senior Placement coordinator will also be able to help with the paperwork and scheduling. The coordinator should also be trustworthy and understand the emotional stress of moving. The coordinator will also be able to answer questions the family may have. They will also be able to assist with a tour of the new facility. The coordinator will also ensure that the family feels comfortable and happy in their new home.

Magnolia Senior Placement

Address:4018 Northwest 76th Avenue,Camas,Washington,98607

Phone:360) 803-1420

Email:[email protected]

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charilincalero876 · 2 years

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Blog Indisciplinario

ENGLISH

undisciplined blog

members :

.Maria Fernanda Mejia Fariñas

.Andrea Fernanda Castillo Galeano

.Sandra Elizabeth the lourdes Blandón Sanchez.

.Charilin Chantal Avendaño Calero.

.ACTIVITY 1.

Write 5 country and their capital

COUNTRY. - CAPTITAL

Spain - Madrid

Nicaragua - Managua

U.S.A - Washingtong

France - Paris

Argentinian - Buenos aires

.ACTIVITY 2.

TRANSLATE TO SPANISH

Glacier - Hielo

Island - Isla

Forest - Bosque

Coast - Costa

Jungle - Jungla

Mountain - Montaña

Cliff - Alcantilado

Dune - Duna

River - Rio

Desert - Desierto

Meadow - Prado

.DRAWINGS

Coast

Glacier

Island

forest

meadow

river

sea

desert

cliff

jungle

dune

ACTIVITY 3.

1.Which direcion point to the top of the page?North

2.Which points of the compass rose are the longest?West,East

3.What direction is between south and west?Soutwest

4.How many directions are shown in the compass rose?Eight

5.What direction is opposite of northwest?Southeast

6.What direction is opposite of southwest?Northwest

7.What two directions are next to east?Northeast and Southeast.

ACTIVITY 4.

Activity 5.

ACTIVITY 6.

activity . 8

Nicaragua is a beautiful country on the western side of Central America, Nicaragua is between the Caribbean Sea and the Pacific Ocean. Nicaragua is a small country. Its capital is Managua and approximately 6.625 million people live in Nicaragua. They speak only one language, Spanish.

Activity 9.

activity 10

Nicaragua is a very beautiful country known for its spectacular territory with lakes, volcanoes and beaches. The sprawling Lake Managua and the iconic Momotombo stratovolcano lie north of the capital, Managua. To the south is Granada, noted for its Spanish colonial architecture and an archipelago of navigable islets with abundant species of tropical birds.

group photo

(none of the members have tourist photos in Nicaragua)

BLOG INDISCIPLINARIO

GEOGRAFIA DE NICARAGUA

ENSAYO DE CCSS

INTEGRANTES:

MARIA MEJIA

SANDRA BLANDON

ANDREA CASTILLO

CHARILIN AVENDAÑO

Ensayo 7mo A

Introducción:

En este hermoso ensayo abordaremos el tema de las características culturales de nuestra bella Nicaragua tales como sus bailes, comidas, costumbres religiosas, leyendas, modos de vida, etc. También hablaremos sobre grupos indígenas ejemplos de estos son los mestizos, los ramas, los mayangnas, los misquitos

Desarrollo:

“Los grupos humanos de Nicaragua tienen características particulares, Estas pueden ser bailes, costumbres religiosas y modos de vida.

Los mestizos practican tradiciones de la época colonial, por ejemplo la Danza de la gigantona y el enano cabezón, en el cual la gigantona representaba a una mujer blanca, y el enano cabezón es su pretendiente de origen mestizo, esto refleja como estos últimos procuraban casarse con una mujer blanca para obtener una mejor posición social

Grupos indígenas de Masaya practican costumbres religiosas como la cama de cristo, que utiliza cruces de madera pintadas en verde o celeste, con el nombre del santo al que se le dedica la cruz, cuando se hace esta tradición se celebra al santo con comidas especiales así como los nacatamales y chilate (atol de maíz con chile)

Los ramas, en el caribe, tienen una vida dedicada a la caza, la pesca y la agricultura. Este grupo habla otro idioma, es decir que tiene uno propio pero este se esta perdiendo lentamente

Los mayangnas sobresales por construir casa continuadas donde la separación de estas es apenas visible

Los misquitos poseen creencias religiosas relacionadas con los elementos y fenómenos de la naturaleza, por ejemplo el sol, la luna, los truenos y el arcoiris ya que piensan que estos tenían una vida en la tierra antes de nosotros

Otra tradición es la del palo de mayo la cual es una celebración en las regiones autónomas de la costa caribe (Raccn-Raccs) que se festeja la venida de las primeras lluvias de mayo, se decora un palo con cintas de colores y se hacen danzas a su alrededor”

Una tradición muy conocida y celebrada es La purísima, esta se celebra los departamentos de Managua, León y Masaya, esta tradición se destaca ya que en ella le cantamos a la virgen Maria y se dan dulces, canastas, panitas, etc

Así mismo Nicaragua tiene muchas Leyendas así como la llorona, el padre sin cabeza y la cegua, son parte de nuestra identidad cultural.

conclusión:

Todos los grupos tienen diferentes formas de vestirse celebrar de vivir y diferentes tipos de cultura y religiones tienen una vida y una forma de vivir muy particular tienen una forma de celebrar o recordar a sus antiguos grupos y se destacan por ser únicos en todos los aspectos, en este trabajo aprendimos lo duro que puede llegar a ser escribir un ensayo, también aprendimos a fortalecer el trabajo en equipo, la verdad es que este trabajo nos pareció muy bonito de hacer ya que aprendimos muchas cosas nuevas sobre las características culturales.

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LINK DEL VIDEO SOBRE LA EXPOCICION DE LA CORDILLERA DE DIPILTO

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Listen Real Closely Ch. 6

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Delta x afab!OC (eventually)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing, English is not Basic, not much else too it this time

Summary: Another meeting with General Camas has nobody liking the outcome. Lennox gets exactly two options, and Delta can do nothing except follow orders.

(Rip me, this took so long to write 🥲)

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“Aurek, besh, cresh, dorn, forn, grek, herf, isk, jeneth - wait no, fuck - jenth…” Where was a stupid little alphabet song when you needed it, Lennox thought as she recited everything yet again. She had to get through it without mistake before Besh would start on anything else every lesson. It was slower going than she wanted, even when she had been practicing on her own the past several days. She wanted to do better. She wanted to actually speak to Boss and Scorch and Fixer and Sev, and show Besh how much she improved on the day to day.

It was easier to remember the alphabet and write than it was to talk though, which annoyed her. They used completely different mouth sounds, so she was constantly doing a run around in her head of spelling, translating, and then trying to say the words as they come. At least they had almost identical sentence structure and grammar rules; she didn’t know what she would do if she had to learn those too. Languages were never her strong suit, as her old Spanish teacher could attest. But that teacher sucked; Besh had the patience of a saint and she appreciated him for it.

‘How are you learning English faster than I am Basic? It’s not fair in the slightest,’ she wrote.

Besh gave her a winning smile, and spoke in English just to rub it in. “I’m the best. Simple.”

“You mean… you’re…” she snorted lightly, “you’re the… you’re the Besht!”

She dissolved into mostly silent laughter, hiding her face in her arm to muffle the sound. When she looked up Besh seemed amused but only by virtue of her reaction. She turned to Boss sitting vigilant in the corner, who only glanced up from his data pad at the noise despite, Lennox knew, having been listening to them the whole time.

“Oh come on, because “best” sounds like Besh?” She looked back and forth between them, and ignored the very deliberate look they shared.

She rolled her eyes and wrote, ‘Whatever, that was brilliant in English. It’s no fun when I have to explain it - I’ll teach you some more puns later.’

‘If we get the chance. We’ll have to see what the General says when we land.’ He had a look in his eyes but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

‘You guys better make me sound good in your report.’ She wrote jokingly, but was suddenly very aware that she could be sent fuck knows where if this general of theirs didn’t want her around anymore. It made her heart pound.

‘Well, you’re not so bad I suppose.’

She smiled weakly. ‘A shining recommendation.’

‘Let’s go over what you know how to say. Start with greetings.’

“My name is Lennox Cahill, nice to meet you. What’s your name?” She recited dutifully. Besh had been teaching her basic words and phrases as she learned the alphabet, but she still had to bridge the gap between reading, writing, and speaking.

“A little stiff but that was good.”

Well, she recognized the word “good,” but it sounded more like “so-so”. Even simple conversation seemed a way off from happening, much to her displeasure. Realistically she knew it wasn’t possible for her to learn a language in a week, but that didn’t stop her from wishing she could. There just wasn’t any time; they landed in a few hours and then… she didn’t know.

“I think… I’ll miss you,” Lennox sounded out each syllable carefully. She didn’t know what made her say it, and she certainly had time to back out of it, but it felt like she had to. Delta, as wary of her as they were, never did her any harm, and Besh, dare she say, had fun during their meetings. It could have been a lot worse for her. “And Delta.”

Boss was looking at her like she’d just sprouted a second head, but she only shrugged her shoulders awkwardly. He probably already thought she was weird, so there was no harm in it. Besides, she’d have said it eventually anyway.

‘Are you nervous?’ Besh asked.

“Yeah.” She admitted, cursing how small she sounded. She was more confident than this! But the language barrier and her lack of a place in this new galaxy made her wary of change more than she ever had been before.

He nodded, like he expected that to be her answer. ‘The Jedi are our generals, and keepers of the peace in the galaxy. They won’t give any orders that will hurt you.’ He always wrote his longer sentences so she would understand.

Oh, how she wanted to believe him. He regaled her with information about these Jedi, like the one she had seen in hologram her first day, who would lead them to victory against the separatists. He sounded like a recruitment commercial. But she knew it was never that simple. The needs of the many and all that. She knew it; knew what her dad and brother had told her. She would fall to the wayside if something else was more important.

“The general’s name is Camas?” Besh had already told her, but she asked just in case she was saying it wrong. And to distract herself.

“Correct.”

Their lesson continued for another hour, and she left with the instruction to try and sleep, since it would be morning when they landed planet-side. She gained some comfort when Besh said he’d be at the meeting too. Of course Boss, Scorch, Fixer, and Sev would be there; her constant watchers that they were.

She wondered idly, as she and Boss walked back to their room, if they thought she didn’t notice they never left her alone. The only give was when she used the refresher - their strange word for a bathroom. Not that she wasn’t glad for it. She really didn’t want them to know her that well.

She found solace under the spray of water for a few minutes, before she dressed in her own clothing, not what she had been borrowing.

It was better this time, easier to deal with as she donned each piece. She spent hours the third day scrubbing at the stains that remained with whatever soap she found. Her back and knees had cramped from leaning over the sink for so long, shifting and stretching the whole time though it did little to help her growing aches. But she hadn’t stop until everything was clean and her fingers were pruned and throbbing, rubbed raw as much as the cloth had been.

It didn’t feel like it had been that long since she flopped onto her bunk to sleep but she was surprisingly clear headed, if a bit miffed, when she woke up. Miffed because Sev had kicked her bunk and startled her awake - to which she mumbled tired curses back at him. She was never very pleasant right after waking up.

The halls were buzzing with movement as they made their way to the main hanger; ships were being lowered from overhead railings, men were shouting orders and pointing, and everyone got out of their way when they passed. They walked around an opening in the ground and Lennox saw hundreds of men lining up in formation in full armor when she glanced down.

A blaring alarm sounded and Lennox jumped. It wasn’t unlike the alarms from the droid factory, except it only went off once and when she looked, nobody else reacted to it, other than glancing up in acknowledgement. So, maybe they weren’t going to blow up this time? That didn’t stop her heart from racing though. She loosened her grip from the strap of her bag that she used to carry her notebooks and datapad, smoothing the fabric against her chest to calm her nerves. She tripped when the ship jolted but quickly got her feet back in working order.

Everything was a blur after that between being loaded into another ship, taking off, and landing again on a whole new planet. She didn’t have time to really take it in like she had Geonosis, but she supposed that was a good thing; fight or die wasn’t a fun way to familiarize herself with a place.

Delta ushered her across the tarmac of what she assumed was their new military base - sparsely populated since nobody else had landed yet. She had never been on one before so she wasn’t sure what to expect but this one was as clean-cut as industrial could get, for as much as she knew about architecture. Which wasn’t much now that she thought about it.

They walked inside the central building and down more twisting hallways she was sure to get lost in later. Before she knew it they stopped her in front of a nondescript door, and Boss pointed firmly to the ground. “Stay here.”

She swallowed hard but nodded, not moving a muscle when the door slid shut in her face. There was a note of finality in being left completely alone for the first time in days. She didn’t think they trusted her that much, but now there wasn’t a reason to be watched. They had already seen whatever it was they needed to. Even if she started running she wouldn’t make it far, tempting as it was just for something to do.

Footsteps distracted her minutes later and she turned to see Besh rounding the corner, identifiable by his namesake’s letter painted the helmet clipped to his belt. It was the only adornment on his armor “to leave room for his colors” he’d told her, whatever that meant. Delta already had colorful armor, but she wasn’t sure why Besh had to wait to paint his. Actually, Delta were the only ones she had seen with their armor painted since she’d been with them. She needed to remember to ask about it if she got the chance.

Besh paused for a second by her, glancing from her to the door and then back at her. He pat her on the shoulder. “You’ll be okay,” he said before going into the room.

“I wish I was that optimistic,” she mused, staring at the door. She could only guess what was going on beyond it.

She was leaning against the wall for what felt like ages, but in reality probably wasn’t that long, when the door slid open and Fixer waved her in. She followed him to another hologram table and took her place with him on her right and Sev on her left. Whether they planned it or not it was smart to put her between the SIC and the most likely to kill her. Not to mention having the table between her and the door. She was well and truly trapped now.

The general, however, was not where she thought he would be. Instead of being projected in place around the table like before, he was miniaturized in the middle of it, so she had to crane her neck even more if she wanted to look him in the eye.

Deep breath. “Good morning, General Camas.” Nailed it.

“Good morning, Miss Cahill,” he greeted her, but that was as much as she understood from everything he said. He spoke a fair bit more to her after that. A question, she guessed, based on his inflections.

She looked at Besh opposite her in trepidation. There was no way she could have an actual conversation with this person out loud.

He said something and Fixer messed with the console. A screen lit up in front of her, text sprawling across it as Camas spoke again.

“Good morning, miss Cahill. I trust you’ve been treated well during your stay on the Prosecutor?”

She could have kissed Fixer with all his technical know-how, but she settled with bumping her forearm with his and hoped her face conveyed her thanks. She stepped towards the console and typed ‘I have, yes.’

“And you’ve been learning Basic as well, I see. You must be a quick study seeing as you started with a language not even our protocol droid knew.”

He sounded suspicious. ‘Besh is a good teacher.’

“Indeed. Tell me, how long where you in the droid factory on Geonosis before Delta squad found you?”

Quick to the point at least. It was a typical play, she recognized. Separate the two parties, Delta and herself, and see if their stories match up. Delta had more than likely told the general not only their account of finding her but also the goings on of the days that had followed. He wanted to see if she was stupid enough to lie about anything. And she couldn’t even if she wanted to, because she had no idea what Delta had already said. So she would answer his questions exactly and nothing more. At least until she got a feel for what exactly he wanted from her and what he would do with her after this.

‘Only a few minutes.’

“And how did you come to be there on that particular day?”

‘I don’t remember.’

“Is there anything you do remember?”

‘I was taking a backpacking trip on my planet. I went off the trail one night for a few minutes but I don’t know what happened after. The next thing know, I’m waking up in that factory.’

A simplified version of what she had told Boss during their first interroga- *ahem* - conversation. Exactly the truth, but not like she was reading from a script. It would be stranger if her story didn’t change a word.

“Your planet. That would be Earth, correct?”

‘Yes.’ She saved herself some trouble with the next sentence. ‘I was told it doesn’t exist.’

“There’s no record of it, not even in the vast archives of the Jedi Temple. Nor is the galaxy you claim to be from.”

‘I heard that too.’

And she was tired of hearing it. Delta probably was too for as many times as they have, but they were utterly unflappable, almost completely unmoving when she glanced at those she could see. She wished she could see Camas better; he was hard to read as a hologram, and near impossible in miniature.

“It would be prudent if you meet with one of our healers as soon as possible. If you do come from a different galaxy, they might be able to find a physiological difference, even if you’re human all the same. It could bring us closer to finding proof of your claims and maybe a way home as well.”

She could hear the slow crackle of her spine as her shoulders pulled back to an almost painful degree. There it was. His caveat. They wanted to study her, and all he did was wrap it in the pretense of “helping” her. Well, there was no help of theirs that she wanted if they were going to try and bullshit her like that.

“No,” she said, her voice carrying a strength that she didn’t feel she had.

She barely noticed the others shifting in response.

‘I’m sorry? I don’t understand.’ Camas tucked his hands into his sleeves.

‘I respectfully decline your offer,’ she wrote, and hoped the tone of “go fuck yourself” didn’t carry over through text.

Camas tutted and shifted his weight. ‘Surely you understand the benefits of accepting?’

Lennox pressed her tongue firmly to the roof of her mouth. ‘I will not be spending any amount of time with your wizard doctors. Or any doctor for that matter.’ Why bother, when she already knew what they would find? The only ones benefitting would be them.

Camas looked at her, and even though he wasn’t there in person it still made her skin crawl. ‘Of course, we cannot force you,’ he conceded, much to her surprise. ‘But, we will not divert an entire star destroyer for one civilian when a war has just broken out across the galaxy. Arrangements can be made for your stay until such a time that evidence of your claims emerge or if you change your mind and accept our offer.’

She blinked up at him slowly. ‘Agreed.’

‘It seems been making a lot of concessions lately; first those unruly Nulls of Skirata’s and now you.’ He said offhandedly to himself.

But he didn’t realize the news he just broke to her, and her head started to swim at the new information. Was that what was going on here? A galaxy wide war? They kept asking if she was a separatist, so who was separating from what, and who’s side did she end up on?

Her mind raced, and it certainly washed away the lingering aggression without the threat of hospitalization hanging over her head. Paranoia though - that crept up slowly. She would have to be more careful about how she acted until she found out more about this war.

Maybe Besh would tell her - he had been open to her questions before now. Or maybe Scorch if she could pull him into a conversation. He was the most approachable of Delta even if that wasn’t saying much.

General Camas had apparently deemed her part of the conversation over seeing as how he didn’t speak directly to her after that. She kept her eyes on the live text just in case, but there wasn’t anything she had to comment on. It was mainly Camas speaking to Delta about a continuation of their mission, only with modified parameters. Apparently, since they were going to be based out of the Prosecutor and not on planet, that was where she was going too, yet again under their watch unless they were on a mission.

They didn’t like it, that much was obvious, and while they logically gave reason for their protest to the idea, they relented in the end. It surprised her, honestly. She agreed with them; she was a civilian, unfamiliar with almost everything, and would be better monitored on the base where there was less of a chance to slip away if she ended up being a Separatist spy after all.

She didn’t agree with that last part, personally, but she understood their perspective.

But it seemed Camas had an answer for everything, and it made her wonder if this was somehow the only other option he considered aside from taking her away to their healers. She was a civilian, so she would be considered a guest like any other on board the Prosecutor. She wasn’t familiar with a lot of things, so they would teach her the same way Besh was teaching her Basic. And there was still a chance she was a spy, so being confined on a ship gave her less placed to disappear off to, as opposed to a whole planet.

Lennox didn’t care either way. She was resigned to being watched and every hour of every day for the foreseeable future. Delta even admitted their specialty were assassination, get in, kill, get out, kind of missions, but it did nothing to sway Camas.

It sent a cold shiver down her spine. They really could kill her at any time and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. It made running away more appealing, if only for a second before she realized they would just hunt her down if she did. She didn’t fancy them at her heals like that. It was bad enough with them being her shadows.

She tugged at the back of her hair as the six of them walked out of the room to… wherever. She didn’t like this any more than they did. But she clutched the strap of her bag all the same and followed them diligently as she had been, and would be… for now.

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