#sorry dutch sorry julie

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WHY IS THIS CHAPTER SO HARD TO WRITE!!!!

[gunnerfc]

Five Times You Almost Said “I Love You” and The One Time You Did | Stina Blackstenius x Arsenal & SweWNT Reader

Summary: You think about the five times you almost told Stina you loved her and the one time you did

Warnings: a tad bit of angst here and there 

WC: 2.5k

AN: stina blackstenius arsenal’s lord and savior 🙏 | Each flashback is divided by dates!

You sighed as you fell to your couch, exhausted from the training you endured for the past week. You closed your eyes as you rested your head against the back of the couch, needing a few minutes to relax before you joined some of your teammates for drinks. Your thoughts were instantly filled with different memories of Stina.

The two of you have been close friends since you started playing football at the youth level for Sweden. Ever since you met the blonde, you’d had a crush on her and over the years it's only grown stronger. As your mind raced with memories, you were brought back to all the times you almost told Stina you loved her.

– July 3rd, 2019 –

You sighed sadly as you dropped to the bench after the final whistle blew. The Netherlands had beaten Sweden to keep you out of the World Cup's final and forced you to play for third place. You held back tears as you closed your eyes, leaning forward to rest your head in your hands. 

“Y/n/n,” Stina’s familiar voice brought you back to reality, the blonde took a seat next to you as her hand came to rest on your back. 

You lifted your head to meet her eyes, your eyes welling with tears once again as you met hers. Stina was quick to bring you into a tight hug, her head resting in the crook of your neck as she held you. She could feel your tears through her jersey but she didn’t mind, she was more focused on comforting you. 

You two stayed in your embrace for a few moments before you sniffled and pulled away from her to wipe your eyes. You mumbled a quiet ‘sorry’ for the tears on her shirt but Stina shook her head in a way to tell you not to worry about it. 

The two of you sat in silence amidst the loud cheering of the Dutch fans who were still in the stadium. Your eyes landed on Stina’s side profile as she stared out at the pitch, your eyes scanning her face as you stared at her. You’d had a crush on her for a while and while this probably wasn't the best time to tell her, your emotions were all over the place. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by a staff member telling you two to come to the locker room.

You sighed softly as you both stood from the bench, Stina’s hand reaching out to hold yours tightly as you made your way back to the locker room. You tried not to think too much about the blonde’s actions, thinking it was just her way of comforting you after the loss.

– August 6th, 2021 – 

You paced outside Sweden’s locker room after the penalty shootout with Canada that gave them the gold medal. You bit your lip as you paced in an attempt to not cry about the loss. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings so you missed Stina joining you in the hallway until you turned around. 

You stopped in your tracks as your eyes met the blonde’s, swallowing lightly as your emotions got the better of you. Before you could process anything, her arms were wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her tightly as you let yourself cry into her shoulder. 

After a few moments, you sniffled as you pulled back slightly, your arms hanging around her waist loosely. Stina moved her hands to cup your cheeks, her thumbs whipping away the tears that were falling down your face.

“I’m tired of getting far and then losing these tournaments,” you muttered, more tears still threatening to fall.

“We all are, älskling,” the blonde smiled softly as her thumbs came to a stop on your cheeks. 

You bit your lip as your eyes stared into hers, your feelings daring to be said as you two held each other. You felt the same as you did two years ago after the loss to the Netherlands, your emotions strong as you debated telling Stina how you felt. 

“Stina,” you started, your breathing heavy as you were about to tell her you were in love with her. 

Before you could continue, Magda poked her head around the locker room door, asking the both of you to come inside. She didn’t comment on the position the two of you were in before retreating into the room. You and Stina dropped your hands and took a step back, though you never broke eye contact with one another. 

Stina moved toward the door first, holding it open for you to enter first. You smiled softly as you entered, the blonde quickly following you. Maybe you weren’t meant to tell her how you felt. 

– December 2021 –

After the Olympics loss, you and Stina decided to take a small trip to regroup before you both were set to join Arsenal in the new year. You two sat outside of the house you were renting, which was away from the hustle and bustle of the major cities. You both enjoyed the quiet it offered the two of you. 

The sun was starting to set and the both of you were enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you. However, your mind was loud as you debated using this opportunity to tell your friend how you felt about her. You drummed your fingers on your leg as you went back and forth in your head, before deciding on now being your chance. 

Before you could speak, Stina beat you to it. “Do you ever wish you decided not to play football,” she spoke quietly, eyes still locked on the snow-covered trees in front of her. You furrowed your eyebrows at her question, unsure of where she was coming from.

“I wouldn’t change anything,” you replied, your voice just as low as hers.

“It would have saved us all this heartbreak from losing,” she offered, her jaw clenching as she turned to look at you.

“But I wouldn’t have met you,” you rushed out before realizing what you were saying. “Or, any of the other girls,” you quickly added. 

Stina smiled, a light tint of blush coating her cheeks. She turned her back to the trees and you were worried you might have given yourself away. You refused to say any more, worried she might not want to hear what you have to say right now. 

– January 19th, 2022 – 

You leaned against your car as you waited for Stina to join you. Your debuts for Arsenal didn’t end the way you would have liked but you were still grateful for the opportunity. You pushed off your car when Stina exited the building, a small frown on her face as she walked in your direction. 

You pulled her into a tight hug before whispering you were proud of her into her ear. Stina’s arms tightened around you at your words, her whispering back she was proud of you too. She was grateful to have you at Arsenal with her, it made the change easier having someone she knew by her side. 

Stina pulled away from you slightly, her eyes locking with yours while you stood in the quiet parking lot. Most of your teammates had already left, though a few remained inside as they took showers. Your eyes scanned her face before they glanced at her lips and you cleared your throat to clear your head. Your mind was instantly filled with thoughts of kissing her right then and there. 

The overwhelming love you felt for the blonde was begging to tip over but before you could say anything, a few of your teammates came outside. You and Stina quickly pulled away before they could catch you so close, you didn’t need them to get any ideas before you could tell Stina yourself how you felt. 

“You two want to go with us to get some drinks,” Katie’s loud voice filled the quiet parking lot, a light push from Leah making her groan.

“We’re good, thank you though,” Stina answered for you, knowing you weren’t one to go get drunk after a game. You nodded at her words, smiling at your teammates before opening your car door. 

“Boooo,” Katie teased as Stina rounded the car to get in. You both chuckled at Katie’s response before telling them goodnight. 

Tonight was not going to be the night you told the blonde how you felt even though it was starting to become too much. 

– July 21st, 2023 – 

You hummed to yourself as you scrolled through social media as you waited outside Stina’s hotel room. The two of you had a tradition of taking walks together during tournaments to help clear your head and prepare for any upcoming games. You pocketed your phone when the blonde’s door opened and she joined you in the hallway. 

You smiled at her as you pushed off the wall before the two of you headed to the elevator. You two made small talk as you walked, your hands brushing each other’s as you did so. Your skin felt hot each time you touched her and you had to move away from her to put some space in between you. 

Stina pretended not to notice as you two exited the hotel lobby, making your way down the street in Wellington. The hotel you were staying at was close to a beach and that’s where you were headed. You left right as the sun was starting to set so by the time you got to the ocean, the sun was setting over it. 

The two of you sat in the sand, you were tracing random designs in the sand while Stina stared out at the water. “Do you think we’ll win this one,” she mumbled, you could hear the doubt in her voice as she spoke.

“I think so,” you respond, mustering enough confidence for the both of you. You didn’t want to think about not winning the World Cup right now. 

Right now, you were focused on Stina, watching as she fiddled with her fingers as she looked ahead. You slid closer to her, reaching out to hold her hands in yours. You squeezed her hands lightly before she moved her head to rest on your shoulder. 

You took a deep breath, your feelings were once again begging to be said but you held them in. Telling Stina you were in love with her was not what she needed right now, she was already overthinking all the games that were coming up and you didn’t want to add to her stress. 

So instead, you leaned your head to rest against hers. You squeezed her hands once more as you both sat in silence watching the sun set over the water. 

– August 19th, 2023 – 

You shook hands with the Australian players before you were brought into a tight hug from Stina. Your arms wrapped around her waist as you two stumbled slightly. You were happy to be leaving Australia with a medal but you hated that it was the first palace medal.  

“I’m proud of you, älskling,” Stina cooed as she pulled away from you. Your eyes quickly scanned her features, a smile matching hers graced your features as you looked at her.

“I’m proud of you,” you echoed her words, though you wanted to say more. 

You did your best to tune out the noise around you but it was hard and before you knew it you were being pulled by your teammates to receive your medals. You were determined to finally tell Stina how you felt. 

After getting your medals and doing media, you were back in the locker room celebrating your third-place win. Your mind was racing about how Stina might react but when she sent you a bright smile from across the room, all doubts left your mind. You waited until the team was back at the hotel to tell her, sending her a quick text to meet you by the hotel pool. 

You paced by the pool while you waited, your psalms sweety as you went over what you were going to say. However, when Stina joined you outside, everything escaped you. 

“Hi, y/n/n,” the blonde beamed as made her way toward you, moving to sit on the edge to dangle her feet into the water. 

You mumbled a choked ‘hi’ as you continued to stand. “Are you alright, älskling,” Stina’s brows furrowed in worry as she looked up at you. 

Your eyes widened at her words before quickly nodding your head. You cleared your throat before speaking. “I need to tell you something,” you rush out, refusing to look down at her. 

Stina could sense your worry as she stood up, moving to hold your hands in hers. “You can tell me anything, y/n/n,” she assured, squeezing your hands as she spoke.

You nodded absentmindedly as you looked past her. “I’m in love with you,” you proclaimed, not bothering to beat around the bush.

Stina froze at your words, her grip on your hand faltering slightly. You panicked when you felt her grip loosen on your hands and you immediately regretted telling her. 

“I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry,” you shook your head as you took a step back, attempting to pull your hands out of hers. 

Stina held your hands tighter when she felt you trying to pull them out of her grasp. “Can I kiss you,” she rushed out, her eyes scanning your face as she waited for your response. 

Your eyes widened slightly before you nodded and before you could process what was happening, her lips were on yours. She moved her hands to cup your cheeks, your hands falling to her waist. Your lips moved against hers softly, all the love you felt for her making itself known. 

Stina was the first to pull away, her forehead resting against yours as her eyes fluttered closed. You blinked a few times, grounding yourself in reality. “I’m in love with you too,” Stina whispered against your lips, her eyes opening as they locked with yours.

Your heart was beating fast against your chest as you pulled her into another kiss. The two of you stayed outside for a bit longer, you were over the moon knowing she felt the same way about you.

– Present day – 

You picked your head up off the back of the couch when you heard a knock at your door. You sat up and rubbed your eyes softly before heading to the front door. You smiled brightly when you opened the door to see your girlfriend. 

“Hi, älskling,” Stina beamed as she threw her arms around your neck. Her lips met yours in a quick kiss. 

“Hi, min kärlek,” you cooed as you stepped out the door, closing and locking it behind you.

You two were planning on telling your teammates you were dating tonight and you could only imagine the amount of teasing that was about to be thrown your way. But, as Stina’s hand grabbed yours and she placed a small kiss on the back of your hand, you didn’t care about anything they might say. You were happy to have finally told the blonde how you felt after years of keeping it to yourself.

[dearheart42regenerated]

gritting my teeth and sharing this in the tag in hopes that it'll help me manifest actually FINISHING this fic.......

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“I’m still not buying this!” Chuck popped out from the passenger’s side and leaned over the door, pointing an accusing finger at her. “How do you really know about Mutt?” he demanded.

Capri blinked and frowned, giving him a once-over as she crossed her arms. “How do you know about Mutt, Goldilocks?”

Texas cracked up at the nickname, slapping Dutch on the back. “Goldilocks! That’s a good one, hahaha…” 

“The name’s Chuck, for your information,” huffed Goldilocks, “and I’ve been hanging with Mikey since elementary school. Where have you been his whole life?”

“Elementary school, huh?” Something bitter flickered in her eyes. “That must’ve been nice…”

Mike tried to calm his friend, slightly taken aback by how riled up he was. “Easy, Chuckles, let’s just–”

“No! I’m not gonna sit back and let some random stranger put you through this all over again, dude! It’s not okay!”

“Look, I appreciate it, but–”

“All she has is a story about your bobblehead. That’s not actual proof she’s your sister!”

“He’s right.” Dutch’s eyes were wary. “Anyone could make up a childhood memory like that. How do we know Kane isn’t paying this one off like he did with your fake dad?”

“Let’s at least hear her out first, guys,” said Julie, exasperated. “You can’t demand ‘real proof’ and then not give her a chance at all! Maybe she–”

“I still say she’s an evil clone!” Texas declared.

The arguing devolved into chaos, everyone speaking over each other to the point where nothing coherent could be heard anymore.

“Heartwarming reunion over, I guess,” Capri muttered, unfastening her thigh holster. She pulled out a laser pistol and fired two blasts into the air. “EVERYONE. SHUT UP.”

Everyone shut up.

She sighed and holstered the gun, glaring at nobody in particular. “Sweet baby gumdrops. Okay. FIRST of all…” She turned to Mike. “You don’t need to take my word for it. I wouldn’t take my word for it, either.” Her com-screen popped up, glowing fiery orange. She scrolled, selected a file with the words “CAPRI C. GENETIC PROFILE” hovering above it, and flicked it over to him. “There you go. The DNA can speak for itself.”

Mike took it but barely glanced at it, still looking at her as if she were a hologram herself – something that could disappear any second. Chuck just stared at the unopened file from the other side of the car, unable to hide his own curiosity.

“Secondly. Goldilocks.”

He jumped and straightened his posture with a gulp. (Texas snickered.)

Her boots thumped in the silence as she strode towards him, cold annoyance in her voice. “For your information, I wasn’t talking about Mutt to prove I’m Mike’s sister. I brought it up to find out if he’s my brother.” She fished in one of her pockets and pulled out a well-worn photograph, dangling it in front of his nose. “There could be any number of ‘Mike Chiltons’ running around and I haven’t been here in a while. I wanted to be sure.” 

“Whoa,” he murmured, one hand reaching for it. 

Capri snatched it away, eyes hard as steel, and walked back around to Mike. Her expression softened when she handed the photo to him. “I am sure, now.”

It showed a little girl with messy hair and an even messier t-shirt – face scrunched up in a grin, one front tooth missing – and a wide-eyed baby dangling in her arms like a kidnapped puppy, clutching Mutt in small chubby hands, attempting to shove the top of its bobbing head in his mouth. The colors were faded, the edges bent and torn; but the happiness captured in it was so vibrant it made his chest ache. 

Any doubts he had left vanished, replaced by dizzying questions he couldn’t find words for. He had a sister. This was real. (What happened?)

“Thirdly!” said Capri, giving the other Burners a smile that bordered on a snarl. “I’m so very sorry if I’m being rude here, it's just that I spent the last seventy-two hours hopping city-to-colony and crossing a gazillion miles of mutants, raiders, boiling heatwaves and radiation pits to get back to Motorcity. Totally for funsies, of course. It's not like I’ve been trying to track down the only family I have left or anything.” 

Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

“Point being, I’ve had a long flippin’ day! So how about you nosy little ferrets take that file I just sent, run the DNA test, confirm I’m actually not a lying scumbag, and then y’all can decide on how to torture me next. What do you think?” she growled, shooting “Goldilocks” an incinerating look. “That sound alright to you? Chuck?”

Chuck all but melted into a whimpering puddle of terror and compliance, stammering out a vaguely affirmative reply as he stumbled over to where the unopened file still hovered.

“Great! Glad we could get that sorted out.” 

Everything in her demeanor dripped with spite…but Mike was beginning to notice the dark circles under her eyes, the heaviness in her shoulders. How many miles had she really crossed to get here? How many hours had she spent combing the dark labyrinth of Motorcity to find him? (Based on nothing but a hope that it might be him?)

And then they had all assumed the worst of her. 

Capri must be exhausted.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” She stormed off towards her motorcycle. “I’m gonna check my bike for damage and maybe also secretly plot to sell out your leader to the guy who destroyed my whole childhood. Holler if you need me.”

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 24

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 23 🍂 Part 25

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Sy's big-ass family.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae, as promised, I bring thee: Ch 24. I'm making y'all wait for 25 until I have 27 written. Sorry ❤️

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Jules started her little speech by thanking everyone for showing up at her engagement party, and thanking you – and Sy – for letting her use your house, which subjected you to the scorn of your mother-in-law again. Alright; subjected Sy to the scorn of his mother again. You were largely unaffected by the aforementioned scorn.

“As you may know,” Jules continued, “Pat hates being the center of attention for the whole night, and I’m a sucker for planning surprises for people.” You felt Sy tense up next to you as she said that.

“And it just so happens that someone very important to all of us…” Jules was laying the praise on thick, which Sy didn’t seem to appreciate. It took you far too long to realize where she was even going with this. “… turns thirty next week.”

Sy looked at Julie as if he wanted to shoot her straight to hell, and you sighed, as there was now officially no way you could make yourself scarce. There was singing, then another round of singing, specifically because Sy had begged everyone to stop singing, and following that had to be an attempt at the World Record for ‘most consecutive times a single person could hear the word ‘congratulations’ before going batshit crazy.’

You surprised Sy’s family with a sudden outburst of Dutchness when you congratulated Sy’s parents with Sy’s birthday, and were then forced to explain that it was a thing the Dutch did, without being able to give any kind of even half-decent reason as to why. Finding out you were Dutch also meant that a small army of kids now forced you to teach them some Dutch words, which started out cute, but soon turned into the inevitable ‘translate this swearword for me’-fiasco anyone with any braincells would have seen coming from the beginning. All in all, it took a while for things to settle down a bit again, and you were glad when the kids had disappeared back into the crowd.

“Love kids, but thirteen of them is a lot.” You said to Sy when he helped you find a place to sit down for a minute.

“I’d ask if you’re feeling any better yet, but I don’t think that whole circus really helped,” he said as he stroked a few curls out of your face and tucked them behind your ear, where they immediately escaped again, making Sy laugh. “Let me get you a drink.”

“Thanks, Sy,” you said, grabbing his hand as he got up to head to the kitchen.

While Sy was gone, you closed your eyes, and tried to ignore everyone around you, which became impossible when Mary Beth joined you on the couch.

“Lara, sweetheart, would I be a whole lot of trouble if I asked you to hold Lainey for a minute?”

“No, of course not!” You hadn’t even finished your sentence, or the little girl was in your arms.

“Thanks, honey,” Mary Beth said softly, “I love her to bits, but my arms are gettin’ sore.”

“I can imagine,” you said. Lainey was adorable. Nine months old with enormous blue eyes, and little hands and feet and… Her mom was gone. Probably off to the bathroom, but still, you prayed she’d get back just in case Lainey decided to start crying…

“Hey, how’s my favorite niece?” Sy sat down next to you and wrapped one arm around you as he tickled Lainey with the other.

“I thought I was your favorite niece, uncle Sy?” One of the other girls had heard what he said and jumped into his lap.

“Y’are,” Sy said, “and so are the twins.”

“That’s not fair,” one of the boys yelled. Suddenly, you were being ganged up on by children. It was scarier than you would have imagined.

“You’re not my niece, Johnny,” Sy answered with a smile, and the kids laughed at their uncle’s terrible joke before disappearing again.

“You said somethin’bout this lookin’ good on me, Sugar,” Sy said softly as he pressed his lips to your temple, “but I gotta admit, it looks pretty damn fine on you, too.”

You allowed yourself to get lost in that feeling for a bit. It was like a little glimpse into your future; sitting on that couch with Sy, holding a baby…

“Dammit, Sy, I want one,” you heard yourself say, although you were sure you’d never made the conscious decision to actually speak the words. In fact, you’d never thought you’d hear yourself utter a sentence like that at all. Ever. The look on Sy’s face said it all, but he doubled down on it with words.

“As many as you want, Sugar,” he said before kissing you. The loving and intimate energy of the moment was skillfully destroyed by half a dozen children yelling “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew” the moment Sy’s lips touched yours.

“Good Lord, you’d think it would traumatize them forever,” Mary Beth said after shooing the kids away. Now that her spot on the couch was taken, she sat down in the chair next to you. “I’ll take her again, if you want.” She held out her arms, but you really didn’t want to let go of Lainey just yet.

“It’s alright, she’s asleep, anyway,” you said. Mary Beth seemed more than grateful to have her hands free for a bit longer, and you didn’t mind that you got to cuddle with this cutie a little more. Besides, your stomach finally seemed to settle a little, but you still hoped that holding a sleeping baby would keep people away from you for a bit.

It all went on like that for quite some time, and by the time people started leaving, you’d been praying they would for at least three hours. Sy was merciless in kicking his brothers – who were now fairly drunk – out of the house, and with them gone, peace was restored. Wait, no. Scratch that: quiet was restored. Peace, to you, was a house that didn’t look like a miniature tornado had ripped through it.

“Take a shower and go to bed, Sugar,” Sy said. He could clearly tell you still weren’t feeling very well – and he was one hundred per cent right about that, it’s just that you’d much rather he join you for both of those activities. “I’m gonna help Jules clean up this mess.” Jules didn’t look too thrilled that she was being roped into cleaning duty – something she had surely hoped to avoid by not hosting this party herself, but you knew she wasn’t so stupid as to actually expect she’d be let go just like that. Even with Sy’s mom doing you the courtesy of stacking the dishwasher before she left, there was still plenty to be done.

“Since when does your family leave deviled eggs uneaten?” Jules asked while she carried a plate with two sad-looking eggs back to the kitchen. “Lara, want one?” As soon as she held the plate out to you, you stepped back. Julie made a whole scene out of pointing out you loved deviled eggs – as if you’d forget that – but with your stomach as upset as it was right now, they just made you feel sick.

“Let her go upstairs, Jules,” Sy said. There was definitely some irritation in his voice, and you were one hundred percent sure he wanted Jules and Pat out of the house as soon as humanly possible, so he could get to bed, too. “She’s not feeling well. Just… help me clean up my damn house.”

Jules followed his orders immediately, which was a very un-Jules thing to do, and you made your way upstairs. First stop: bathroom. The thought of a hot shower was almost excruciatingly appealing to you right now.

[pyrothecroissant]

GUYS I HAVE A MORAL OREL IDEA!!

Okay so remember those old Tumblr blogs of like Kindergarten AUS or daycare AUS? Those but no one had made it with moral orel. So as I wanna give myself that task I'm gonna give rules as well. and you would be saying "But Guusje you have a comic to finish!" Yes I do but I'm nearly done. Yeahhhh July will iether be still the date or I will release it later. and you know give me a Lil break please I'm working on it but people need distractions. It's been two years people I'm not dying.

WHAT IS IT ABOUT?

Alright so, No it's not about the main kids in MO. It's the adults, So Reverends Sunday school. Yes it's a au where locations are non existent. I don't wanna do more tedious tasks of watching episodes for a angle. SO, Reverend putty Had to make a Sunday school/Daycare for Children in Moralton. Because you know why not even though he would suck as a teacher he needs to spread the word of God to them. I would say there are Five main kids and the rest are side characters. Okay so, Clay, Bloberta, Fran, Millie and Danielle. Yeah the main group are the kids. Their the main focus. There's no shipping as everyone are aboutttt 4-7. So shipping would be odd. ALSO I WOULD NOTE THERE ISN'T ANY CLAYBERTA OR CLAYIELLE IN HERE SO SORRY. But anyhow, The kids just kinda run around annoying Rod. That's the AU. Help.

RULES

This is gonna be very important but I've stated before, No shipping. Might sound as a hypocrite as I've shipped kids at that age but as I wanna keep it as wholesome as possible Shipping is not allowed. And NO proshipping. If I see any rod x kids questions you will be blocked. No joke you will be blocked even as a anon I will ignore that question. Go on AO3 If your a sicko (Not saying all MO writers are sickos but you know what I'm saying if you've looked at it for one second) . If you know me you know I do not want kids to do adult things.

Don't DM me just ask, Now I don't mind DMS, but if I make a sideblog as that's what I am thinking of doing to separate my comics and this AU. I don't want DMS. But I'm not blocking you except if you Overstep this boundarie a lot of times. Then I will Block you.

Mentioning Canon events is uhhh... no. It wouldn't make sense but I have a sense that people will do that so please don't.

My grammar is piss poor as a lot of you know, I'm dutch and I'm still working on it. So I would like it if you don't point it out.

HEADCANONS ARE WELCOME. PLEASE GIVE ME THEM. If it's shipping headcanons no. If it's just headcanons you have about their kid Versions ohhhhhhh come here. I will give you credit so PLEASE don't like..Be anon and Give me headcanons I wanna give people ideas.

SEXUAL STUFF WILL BE FORBIDDEN GOT IT? This goes hand in hand with The shipping thing but like... No, don't even ask rod sexual things.

[beardedmrbean]

Shamima Begum has lost her latest bid to overturn the government’s decision to strip her of British citizenship, the Court of Appeal has ruled.

Ms Begum left the UK aged 15 with two other east London schoolgirls to travel to Syria in February 2015.

Last year, she lost a challenge against the decision at the Special Immigration Appeals Commission (SIAC).

Here are the key developments to date:

August 1999: Shamima Begum is born in England to parents of Bangladeshi heritage.

February 2015: British counter-terrorism police launched an international hunt to find three London schoolgirls who were making their way to the so-called Islamic State’s (Isis) territory in Syria.

Ms Begum, 15, had slipped out of her house in east London, with friends, Kadiza Sultant, 16 and Amira Abase. They caught a flight to Istanbul, Turkey and travelled to the Syrian border from there.

In late February, the Metropolitan police confirm that Begum and her friends had reached Syria. Ten days after arriving in the country, Shamima Begum marries Yago Riedijk, a Dutch-born convert to Islam and a convicted terrorist.

October 2017: A US-backed alliance of Syrian fighters takes full control of Raqqa, ending three years of Isis rule in the city.

13 February 2019: The Times’ war correspondent Anthony Loyd finds Ms Begum, then 19-years-old, at the al-Hawl refugee camp in Northern Syria. A pregnant Ms Begum tells him that she wants to return to the UK to raise her child but that she did not regret her decision to join Isis. She says that she had had two other children who died of malnutrition.

She says she had been unfazed by seeing the head of a beheaded man as he was an “enemy of Islam” but believes that Isis did not deserve victory.

Three days later, Ms Begum gives birth to a baby boy.

19 February 2019: The UK government serves notice that it intends to strip Ms Begum of her British citizenship.

The then-Home Secretary, Sajid Javid, writes to Ms Begum’s parents to inform them of his order to strip her citizenship. He believes that, because her parents are of Bangladeshi heritage, she can apply for citizenship of that country.

The law allows the government to remove citizenship if they can show the person behaved “in a manner which is seriously prejudicial to the vital interests of the UK” and when there is “reasonable grounds for believing that the person is able, under the law of a country or territory outside the UK, to become a national of such a country or territory.”

24 February 2019: Ms Begum’s father, Ahmed Ali, speaks to The Mail on Sunday and says that he “doesn’t have a problem” with his daughter’s British citizenship being removed.

Speaking from his home in Bangladesh, he said: “If she at least admitted she made a mistake then I would feel sorry for her and other people would feel sorry for her, but she does not accept her wrong.”

16 July 2020: The Court of Appeal rules that Ms Begum should be permitted to return to the UK in order to fairly contest the British government’s decision to revoke her citizenship. This ruling was appealed and sent to the Supreme Court.

26 February 2021: On February 26, the Supreme Court ruled unanimously against bringing Ms Begum back, thus reversing the previous decision.

15 September 2021: Ms Begum asks the British people for forgiveness in an interview with ITV. The now-22-year-old says that Isis’s killing of innocent people is “unjustifiable”.

She apologised for comments she had previously made to a BBC journalist about the Manchester Arena bombing. In 2019, she had claimed - when asked about the 2017 attack - that it was wrong to kill innocent people, but that Isis considered it justified as retaliation for coalition bombing of Isis-held areas.

She told ITV: “I do not believe that one evil justifies another evil. I don’t think that women and children should be killed for other people’s motives and for other people’s agendas.”

November 2022

Before the Special Immigration Appeals Commission (SIAC), Ms Begum’s counsel said: “Without seeking to investigate and determine, still less consider, whether she was a child victim of trafficking and whether there were failures by public authorities in the UK to prevent her being trafficked.”

January 2023

In the BBC podcast series, she said she understood public anger towards her but insisted she was not a “bad person”.

She said she accepted she was viewed “as a danger, as a risk”, but blamed her portrayal in the media.

February 22, 2023

Ms Begum lost her appeal in a SIAC court to overturn the government’s decision to strip her of her British citizenship.

October 2023

Ms Begum’s appeal against the loss of her British citizenship began in the Court of Appeal.

Begum’s team of barristers claim she was a victim of Isis propaganda and was groomed into terrorism.

Samantha Knights KC told the court the government had failed to consider the legal duties owed to Ms Begum as a potential victim of trafficking or as a result of “state failures” in her case.

February 2024

Three judges dismissed Ms Begum‘s bid at the Court of Appeal.

Giving the ruling, Lady Chief Justice Baroness Carr said: “It could be argued the decision in Ms Begum‘s case was harsh. It could also be argued that Ms Begum is the author of her own misfortune.

“But it is not for this court to agree or disagree with either point of view. Our only task is to assess whether the deprivation decision was unlawful.

[scotianostra]

19th June 1606, saw the birth of James Hamilton, the 1st duke of Hamilton.

Born at Hamilton in Lanarkshire and educated at Oxford University, he succeeded to his father’s title of marquess of Hamilton in 1625 James became a favourite of Charles I at a time when all these ceremonial roles were becoming the norm, Charles appointed him as his master of the horse, which I doubt meant he was mucking out the stables!

From 1631 to 1633, during the Thirty Years’ War on the European continent, Hamilton unsuccessfully commanded a force sent to aid the Swedish troops fighting in Germany. In 1638 Charles made Hamilton a commissioner to deal with the Scots, who had drawn up the National Covenant, pledging to maintain their Presbyterian form of worship in opposition to the English type of worship that Charles was trying to introduce. Hamilton resigned his commissionership in 1639, after failing to disband the Scottish Assembly of Covenanters. When he returned to Scotland from England in 1641, he attempted to come to terms with the more extreme Covenanters under the earl of Argyll.

Shortly before the outbreak of the Civil War in August 1642, the alliance between Hamilton and Argyll collapsed. Nevertheless, Hamilton tried to keep Scotland neutral in the conflict. He was made duke of Hamilton in April 1643 and seven months later was forced by the Covenanters to flee to England. But Charles, who had decided to give Montrose a free hand in crushing the Covenanters, no longer trusted Hamilton, and in January 1644 he had the duke imprisoned. Although freed by Parliamentary troops in April 1646, Hamilton still remained loyal to the king.

His defeat early in his career should have been a lesson to King Charles that he was a poor leader, and must be a factor in the Royalists being defeated by Parliamentarians. Hamilton led a 24,000-man army against the Roundheads in July 1648 only to be defeated by some 9,000 troops under Oliver Cromwell in an eight-day battle around Preston.

Taken prisoner by Cromwell, Hamilton, after a futile attempt to escape, James Hamilton was executed less than six weeks after his King, on the same scaffold.

He really should have stuck to his horses and posing for portraits like this one from Dutch painter Daniël Mijtens

Much more on Hamilton and the whole sorry tale can be found here http://bcw-project.org/biography/j

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Prompt-oween Day 3

@occreatorexchange

Prompt: “I’m not watching horror movies just so you can hold me under the pretense of protecting me from the movie. If you want to cuddle, all you have to do is ask.”

Fandom: The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

Characters: Julie Lawrence (OC), Jimmy

Rating: T

Summary: Julie was expecting something more when Jimmy invited her over to watch some horror movies.

Notes: Takes place in between currently unpublished chapters of my fic, Is This Love?

Sorry that this fic is a day late. I didn't have much time to work on it last night, it kept getting longer and started to diverge from its original ending.

Julie runs over to pick up the phone.  “Hello?”

“Hey, Jules.”

The sound of his voice leaves her nearly breathless.  She wasn’t expecting Jimmy to call.  She hasn’t seen or spoken to him in days.  Their respective friends have kept them apart.  Not that their friends had found out about them yet, which Julie was thankful for.

“Hey, yourself,” Julie replies.  She twirls the phone cord around her finger, hoping she doesn’t sound like a total dork.  Flirting was not her forte.  “What’s up?”

“I’m free this weekend.  Do you want to come over?  Assuming that you’re free, too, of course.”

Her throat goes dry.  She bites her lip.  “What do you have in mind?”

Julie isn’t sure what she’d do or say if he says that it’s time for them to sleep together.  She still wants to, of course.  That was the deal.  But he’s been keeping them on the slow path.  Frankly, she’s been enjoying it.  But time is running out.  She’ll be heading to Berkeley soon.

“I was hoping you might like to join me for a movie marathon.”

Julie blinks.  That’s not exactly what she was expecting him to say.  But she’s not sure if she’s disappointed or not.  Julie has always loved movies, but Jimmy was kinda a geek about them.  And it was definitely a turn on.  That in itself has her leaning toward saying yes, but that hopefulness in his voice is sending her over the edge.  And maybe, just maybe, he was too polite to ask over the phone if she was ready and willing to have sex.

“Okay.  But you’re sure there is no chance of the guys springing something on you?”

“I’m sure.  Dutch wanted to go to some car show or race.  Tommy’s going with him.  Bobby is at some church retreat for the whole weekend.  And your brother will be working.”

“Good,” Julie sighs in relief.  “Do we want to do this on Friday or Saturday?”

“Well,” Jimmy begins.  “I was thinking we could start on Friday night and continue on Saturday.  And that you would spend the night.”

Hearing that has her heart beating so rapidly that she thought it would beat out of her chest.  She twists the cord anxiously.  “You want me to spend the night.”  She’s not sure if that was a statement or a question.

“If that’s okay.”  Julie can hear something in his voice.  Is it hope or fear?

“Yes.”  Did I say that?  Okay, yes, I’m going to commit to this, she thinks to herself.  “Would five o’clock be too early?”

“It’s a date,” Jimmy confirms.

Her heartbeat spikes again.

“Well, not a date, but…”

“Yeah.  I know what you mean.”

As she sets the phone back on the cradle, Julie bites her lip.  Is it too soon to start packing?  What does she need to bring?  What does she wear?

***

Julie knocks on Jimmy’s door fifteen minutes early.  He opens the door, grinning.

“You know, you could have let yourself in.  It was unlocked.  And I did give you a key, which you’ve used a few times before if I recall.”

She smiles back shyly.  “True.”

Jimmy slips an arm around her waist, ushering her inside.  “Come on in.  I hope that pizza is okay.  It should be here in about ten minutes.”

“No, it’s fine.  I can’t expect a gourmet meal every time I see you.”

Jimmy laughs.  “It’s been a long week and I’m treating myself.  And by that, I mean not having to worry about washing dishes.  Did you have any problems with Sid about staying out?”

She shakes her head, dropping her backpack by the couch.  “No.  He bought the cover story.  And he’s got some business dinner at the club.  Nicky’s got my back in case he does call.”

Julie spots a collection of movies sitting on the coffee table, some in the typical cardboard cases and others that came from Blockbuster.  A bowl of popcorn sits in the center of the table.  She looks up at Jimmy.  “So, you weren’t kidding about a movie marathon.”

He cocks his head, frowning slightly.  “No.  I know you like movies just as much as I do.  And I thought we could spend some time together.”

“Yeah, I get that,” she says quietly.  “But you also said you wanted me to spend the night.”

Then the realization hits him.  “Oh.  You thought we were going to…”

“Yeah,” Julie finishes the thought for him.  Realizing that she was wrong, it’s hard to look him in the eyes.  She wraps her arms around herself to keep still, and maybe as an act of comfort.  “I mean, the last time we were here together, things got a bit hot and heavy before we got rudely interrupted.  I just thought we were going to pick up where we left off.  And that the movie marathon was just a nice ploy to get me here.  Now, I feel like an idiot.”

Jimmy closes the distance between them, one hand at the small of her back and the other cupping her cheek.  He leans down to kiss her.  “Don’t,” he murmurs as his lips touch hers.  Julie uncrosses her arms, letting her hands roam up and grip Jimmy’s blue cotton shirt.  She is taken by surprise as he licks her lips, begging for entrance.  Julie has no problem complying.  She grows weak in the knees and the only thing holding her up is Jimmy’s strong arms.

There’s a knock at the door.  Reluctantly, Jimmy pulls away.  “That’ll be the pizza,” he says out of breath.

“Damn it,” Julie groans, sitting on the arm of the couch.  “Why are we constantly getting interrupted?”

Jimmy laughs, wiping his mouth, as he walks over to the door.  “Maybe our timing is off.”

***

While Jimmy deals with the delivery guy, Julie goes to the kitchen, to get paper plates, napkins, and two cans of soda.

Jimmy had moved the stacks of movies to one corner of the table to set the pizza boxes down.  The bowl of popcorn moves to the opposite side of the table.

“So, you never said what we’re watching,” Julie comments as she hands Jimmy a plate.

He looks up at her as he pulls apart two slices of pizza.  “What, you didn’t look over them?”

She stares him down as she accepts the slice he puts on her plate.  “I think we’ve established that my mind was on other things.”

Jimmy grins.  “I thought we could watch some horror movies.”  He wipes his hands on a napkin before putting one of the tapes into the VCR.  “I thought we might start with Dolls.”

They settle themselves on the couch as the opening credits play.  Julie turns to him with a raised eyebrow.  “I’m not watching horror movies just so you can hold me under the pretense of protecting me from the movie.  You know me.  Movies don’t scare me easily. If you want to cuddle, all you have to do is ask.”

Jimmy smiles big, his face all lit up.  “Consider this me asking,” he replies playfully.

Julie scoots closer to him, nearly sitting on his lap.

[bombshelllblonde]

heyyyyyy im backkk!!!!!!!

invading ur ask box again lol, sorry!!!!!!

this might start being a thing

ANYWYAS

i totally forgot to mention last time hiw muvh i love lenny, mary-beth and hosea and tilly and MOLLY O SHEA omg

the drinking mission w lenny is one of my favorites, and I LOVE PLAYING DOMINOES W TILLY MY GIRL SHE IS THE BEST

AND SADIE I LOVE HER SM

Like yea gurl!!!!! kill the o driscolls!! kill them all!! avenge ur pookie!!! rahhh!!!

Mary-beth and kieran are my blorbs. my pookies. my babbygirls. my schmookums

molly o'shea that woman that she is i love her so so so much

i feel so bad for her tho w her fights w dutch :(

speaking of dutch, idk i have like a neutral (slightly negative) view of him???

i dislike how he treats molly, and w how he treats mary-beth?? (inst dutch also like 40-50 and mary-beth like 20-smth? idk im probably rlly biased in this lol)

ALSO another reason dutch be chosing Micah the rat over what is his basically adopted son??

im definitely biased in this but wtv lmao

but he hasnt really done much so i dont hate him, but i dont like him either

moving on, do yk if theres any way to explore blackwater + south of it while playing as arthur? i wanna get all the dinosaur bones and legendary animals !!

i replayed the 'americans at rest' mission, yk w bill (i think) javier and charles at the bar (towards the beginning of the game)

its so fucking funny i cannot

arthur walks in, uses his amazing charmer skills (LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER) and then bill runs in, punches a guy therefore starting a bar fight, HERE COME CHARLES WITH THE STEEL CHAIR, arthur gets his ass kicked and then kicks ass and nearly beats the guy half to death

yk when jack grows up and tells epople abt his dear ol uncle arthur that uncle lore drop boutta be CRAZYYYY

did i mention charles throwing a chair? its my favorite part could you tell

i have a pretty neutral view of john marston ig, i kinda hope he steps up and gets the stick outta his ass, starts being a father to jack or smth but im trying not to get my hopes up lmao

thats it for now!!!! hope u have a nice day!!!!

(thanks for responding to these btw! lmk if im bothering u tho, ty for letting me ramble abt my hyperfixation lmao)

okay lsitennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn rdr2 has been mt hyper fixation since July of 2022 when my brother in law gave me his old ps4 and the game and i don’t think ive shut up about it since i started playing. My entire personality is rdr2. And my current outlet/therapy is writing my rdr2 fanfiction

it’s gotten to the point where my family has literally started buying me cowboy/outlaw stuff. when I was a teenager i loved owls so everyone got me owl things. now im obsessed with cowboys at 26 years old and every gift I receive has something to do with outlaws

My sister got me a cameo of Roger Clark talking to me as Arthur for my 25th bday and literally nothing has ever topped that. It was the most amazing gift ever and now I have a video of Arthur Morgan saying my name and talking to me about my horses!!!! It’s so amazing I watch it all the time

unfortunately there isn’t any way to explore blackwater as Arthur unless you get like mods or something. the AI immediately roll up and the bounty hunters shoot him dead if you try to get into west Elizabeth

do you know how to play dominoes??? Literally ive only ever played 5 finger fillet in that game because i cant fucking play dominoes or poker bc i don’t know how

also Tilly is amazing just wait until later in the game. there’s a mission that really solidified the love i have for Arthur being the protective older brother

Dutch is sooooo complex and i think that’s why i love him so much. i won’t get too deep into my feels for him just yet bc i want you to keep going without me saying anything but once you get farther into the game we can talk about him!!!

Hosea and Dutch are literally my gay fathers. I love them so much. Their love for each other literally makes my tummy flip I love it so so so much

Also I’d let Charles hit me with a chair too, tbh. Love of my life

I never disliked Molly but I didn’t like her either, I think she’s just too much of a loud mouth. Felt like to me she could have not been in the game and it wouldn’t have changed much. Idk

And John’s complexity we can talk about after you progress a lil further. I honestly don’t want to spoil anything or give it away unless you don’t care about spoilers. But I’m just gonna stay quiet until you let me know 😂😂😂😂

[unknown-jewel]

Hello, I have a theorie that I want to talk about very badly

that texas used as foreshadowing mike/julie relationship if the show wasn't shown on the Disney Channel Maybe I read too much in to it but hear me out

Julie has no problem sharing a bed with Mike, In the fifth episode, minute 13, when everyone asleep, we see that Julie is sleeping at the end of the bed, and there is an empty space with a pillow these is 99.999999% mike please , I mean, this clip wasn't added for no reason, it was because Mike couldn't sleep but… (( I just want to see how it is decided who gets to sleep in the bed and who doesn't )) in the other side Texas is asleep hugging Dutch , I know it was put as a joke, but we knew that someone else needed a hug and someone to tell them everything was okay at the time.

The kiss that came out of nowhere from Texas, in episode 14, I mean come on Mike's face like what the f*^&$ , I am the only one aloud to do that And the writer like no kissing for you, Then he turns to us and says to as This is what we can show you, folks

(I apologize for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language)

Sorry it took me so long to answer this!

I don't know if I personally count the Skylark Motel scene as Jukebox bait. It didn't seem like Mike planned on sleeping at all that night, and even if he did he could've just slept on the floor like Chuck.

That bit in episode 14 was 100% a Jukebox moment though. Mike's WTF expression is perfect.

I gotta include this screenshot from one of my videos stating what I believe are Mike's inner thoughts in this moment:

So yeah. These two definitely have a lot of interesting moments together. Not sure if they were meant to be hints that they would get together eventually, or if the writers just wanted to keep them as friends, but in the end it doesn't really matter. Not being canon was never gonna stop anyone from shipping these two. It certainly hasn't stopped me. :3

Good theory, though! <3

[dobbiamo-capire]

FERRARI: IN HUNGARY THEY SAY GOODBYE TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP

Like every Monday, I’ll translate the best bits of Italian newspapers under the cut. Sorry for the delay, this was A LOT.

As always, translation under the cut, every mistake is on me, pls share to support my effort in sharing italian press with you all✨

‘Red sunset’ (Gazzetta dello Sport), ‘Sprofondo rosso’ (word game between ‘profondo rosso’, a movie title, and ‘Sprofondo’ that translate as ‘sinking red’)(Corriere della Sera), ‘Trial Ferrari’ (La Stampa), ‘Autogol’ (own goal, they used it last week too) (La Repubblica): the press review highlights some particularly catastrophic titles from the main national sports and non-sports newspapers. It couldn’t be otherwise. Ferrari stepped in Hungary with ambitions not only of victory, but even a 1-2, instead Carlos Sainz started second and finished fourth at the finish line, Charles Leclerc finished sixth starting third, but in the middle of the race he was leading and in control of the race before yet another strategic mistake by the pit wall of the Scuderia di Maranello that definitively set down any ambition for success from the monegasque.

“The Dutch shower. Ferrari goes on holidays as the leader of the championship of words and mistakes, Red Bull has the real one in their hands. They walk with their heads down, Sainz and Leclerc with their hearts torn apart by cyclone Max, and from the same acts of self-harm: fourth and sixth after starting second and third. Like Imola we had arrived for the 1-2 too, but the smile disappeared along with Friday's sun, when the Reds, in the heat of 30 degrees, were uncatchable. In pieces and with one more enemy: Mercedes”, the beginning of the piece that opens the sports pages of Corriere della Sera.

“On holiday with the blues. Hungary was supposed to be a hunting ground for Ferrari, hungry for points and glory after Leclerc’s crash and chase from the back for Sainz in France, has turned into hostile ground. And the Budapest race is going to be added to the list of horrors (and mistakes) of a season born under a lucky star (two successes and a second place in the first three races) and which was gradually complicated due to breaks, whacked strategies and blunders of the drivers. The month of July is a faithful segment of this: opened with Carlos Sainz's first success in F1, continued with the amazing victory of Charles Leclerc in Austria (complemented, however, by the roast engine of the spaniard) it ended in the worst way possible with Sainz 4th and Leclerc finished even 6th", reads the columns of La Gazzetta dello Sport.

“False move. Even more: Ferrari own goal. In Budapest, where they were aiming for a 1-2, the Reds do not even get on the podium – writes Repubblica – it is true that the Red does not shine, favored in theory. But especially the strategies are the things that turns it off altogether. Especially those on Charles: they put on him hard tires, reacting to Verstappen’s pit stop, while he was in the lead (lap 40 of 70) with over 7’’ lead over the Dutchman. Too bad it is the only useless compound, as the Alpines demonstrated in the meantime, fro the temperatures precipitated by 30 degrees compared to the Friday when the monegasque was flying like his teammate. Charles disagrees, asks to stay out, but Ferrari has no other mediums and for the softs it's too early. Verstappen overtakes him twice. Russell one. Leclerc lost at least the podium. The pit to the softs 15 laps from the end is just an admission of guilt.”

“It is on the strategies that the paths and destinies of the protagonists parts away – analyzes La Stampa – Verstappen starts with soft tyres and then moves twice to mediums. This is the strategy suggested by Pirelli, which excluded the hard compounds for the race at the Hungaroring. It's like at the restaurant when the chef does not recommend a dish: better leave it alone. And instead Leclerc, always him, takes the strategy that in retrospect (but also beforehand, says Pirelli) turns out to be wrong: medium, medium and hard. The difference in performance is disarming. Verstappen flies to the finish line for his 28th win. His lead over Leclerc with nine races to go rises to 80 points, the one of Red Bull over Ferrari is plus 97. Second places are also at risk: Mercedes is 30 lengths from the Prancing Horse, Perez is minus 5 from Leclerc, Sainz has been overtaken by Russell. To sum it up: it's over, the title is virtually assigned. Stage wins are the only thing that’s left, there are still 9, even if the start of the championship had promised much more to the ambitions of the Ferrari drivers.”

[studyyblrring]

Introduction post

Langblr Reactivation Challenge

Week 1 - Day 1 (challenge)

Hi everyone! I'm really hoping to really get back into language learning this year and consequently become more active on here by sharing my progress/resources/just making friends :)

My name is Vanessa and I'm 24.

My TLs this year are: Japanese and Dutch. (in this order)

If things go well, or if I need a break from either, I'll probably either jump back into studying Korean for a bit or properly start with Thai, but I want to focus as much as I can on my TLs.

My mother tongue is Romanian, but I am fluent in English (C1 according to the IELTS test i took almost 4 years ago lmao)

I've dabbled in many languages over the years, but probably the only other one worth mentioning besides the ones I already have is German!

I have a lot of hobbies that i get hyperfixated on alternatively for weeks at a time, including but not limited to: knitting, crocheting, experimenting with digital design (i really wanna learn blender this year), coding, cooking, reading, listening to a lot of music!

I've been a K-pop fan for 8 years :")

Why I'm studying Japanese/Goals:

I've been studying Japanese on/off for 8 (!!!!!) years this April, but I've never been able to get my language level past somewhere in between N5 and N4 on a good day

I'm hoping to reach an intermediate-ish by the of the year, so around N3 (textbook-wise ideally want to be done with the Quartet series and move on to Tobira before 2024, but reaching Quartet II by the end of the year would still be amazing!)

My current goal in terms of JLPT is passing N4 this year! (probably in December, though if things are going well I might try for July as well). maybe even N3 in December but im trying to keep things as realistic and manageable as possible

Now onto why I'm studying, I started learning Japanese when I was in high school because I found out about the MEXT undergraduate scholarships and I was hoping to increase my chances of getting selected, by knowing as much Japanese as possible, but by the time I finished high school I had changed my plans and didn't apply

But through that, I fell in love with both the language and the culture and I got into anime (it was backwards for me lmao), and I kept studying whenever I could and I really miss it, since it's always been a lot of fun for me

I'm also maybe sorta kinda considering applying for the mext graduate scholarship this year or next year but don't hold me to it, I'm not 100% on it yet, but it is another big motivator for me

Why I'm studying Dutch/Goals

this will be a lot shorter as I don't have that many feelings in regard to the dutch language

My reason for studying Dutch is mostly functional, as I'm enrolled in a Dutch university and I live there for most of the year (I'm also starting an internship at a Dutch company this year, and though the staff is international, knowing Dutch would still be helpful) and knowing Dutch at a higher level will simply make my day-to-day life a lot easier and I would have less awkward interactions that start with "Sorry, do you speak English?" 🙃

My goal is to get around B2? maybe B1 would be more realistic? I'm honestly not sure, I haven't decided yet exactly what my textbooks/resources are going to be, as my studying has been kinda sporadic, but I have been keeping a 63-day Duolingo Dutch streak! I also have a Dutch conversation partner with whom I have ~1h Dutch conversation calls twice a month, and those have been quite helpful as well

and i guess my ultimate goal is to simply be able to get around with using mostly (if not only) speaking Dutch when I'm out and about

see you tomorrow :)

[ducklooney]

Happy late birthday, Brigitta MacBridge!

Even though I'm already late for posts, including birthdays, I certainly don't forget about my favorite Duckverse characters. And so with one, in my opinion, the best underrated character, and that is Brigitta MacBridge. Yes, she is a well-known business woman who always gets the job done right and loves to help. Certainly, what is known about her is that she loves Scrooge. Yes, Scrooge doesn't love her because he thinks she wants his wealth, but she doesn't. She just wants Scrooge, and Scrooge is such a bastard duck. All in all, she appears for the first time on July 24, 1960 in the comic "Zio Paperone e l'ultimo balabù" or "The Last Balaboo" by the writer and artist for the Donald Duck comics published in Italy, Romano Scarpa. Since then, the development of the character of Brigitta MacBridge begins. In addition to the usual jobs, she often hangs out with Dickie Duck, Daisy Duck, Magica de Spell, Grandma Duck and others, she is also on good terms with Jubal Pomp, also a businessman and Brigitta has a niece named Loretta. Brigitta appears most often in Italian comics, but has occasional appearances in Dutch, Danish, Norwegian, and Swedish comics. Unfortunately, she didn't have her own animated portrayal except once, by Romano Scarpa in the Topolino Show announcement (it was a show of classic shorts with Mickey and his friends, dubbed in Italian).

Yes, Brigitta also met Goldie a few times, and yes they were once rivals, but eventually became best friends. Yes, I love the love couple between Scrooge and Goldie, but I will always have the love couple between Scrooge and Brigitta in my heart, because they are definitely meant for each other, no matter how much Scrooge doesn't like it. Sorry, my opinion. And yes, Carl Barks himself loved the character of Brigitte MacBridge and got along very well with Roman Scarpa. And now, pictures of Brigitta MacBridge from the beginning to the present day. And yes, she is half duck, half goose.

If you love Brigitta MacBridge, feel free to like this and reblog this. Happy birthday Brigitta MacBridge and sorry for the delay!

[motorcityarchive]

Hello, I’m not entirely new around here but this blog is!

As you may be able to tell from the name it’s a Titmouse/Disney Motorcity archive blog, meaning I will be rebloging everything* related to the show and organizing it in order to make certain posts easier to find. Please feel free to send me any old or un tagged posts to archive and please understand that this will be a slow and lengthy process, I am a full time student and as much as I love it organizing motorcity posts is not my only hobby :)

*This includes posts that I may not personally agree with or like

Below are the current Tags I have/will use for posts, it’s LONG:

Warning Tags:

- Potentially NSFW

This tag will house content that has suggestive themes and/or characters lacking appropriate** clothing (**appropriate for the scenario presented ex. burners in bathing suits hanging out at the beach will not be tagged, single burner in a bathing suit without any other context will be tagged. I am being overly conservative on purpose, I’m sorry, this MAY change in the future)

- NSFW

Sexually explicit material: Obvious pin ups of characters/Characters in sexual contexts

- TW Flashing

For videos that contain flashing

- Potentially Triggering

Suicide or self harm mentions as well as generally disturbing material, sorry it’s vague for now I’ll make it more specific if the need comes

- Death

- Implied Death

- Major Injury

- Age gap relationship

- Adult/minor relationships

I am likely as displeased as you that I have to make those a tag

General tags:

- Motorcity

- Headcannon

- Cannon

- Fan work

- Fanart

- Fan edit

- Fan fiction

- Contained Fan fiction

- Video edit

- Image edit

- Screenshot

- Video game recreation

- Digital art

- Traditional art

- comic

- Meme

- Music

- Playlist

- Ask

- Ask game

- Crossover

- Other fandoms

- Written work

- Theory

Gang/Territory tags:

- Burners

- Motorcitizen

- Deluxian

- The Amazons

- Mama’s boys

- Larpers

- The Duke’s men

- Terra dwellers

- The Skylarks

- Fan gang

- Electroblades

- Cablers

- Weekend Warriors

- The Dude Bros

- Outsiders

Character Tags:

- Mike Chilton

- Julie Kane

- Julie Kapulsky

- Chuck

- Texas

- Texas Yang

- Dutch Gordy

- Claire

- Tennie

- Roth

- Jacob

- Hudson

- Kaia

- Rall

- The Duke of Detroit

- Cyborg Dan

- Babs

- Thurman

- Thurman the Magnificent

- Ruby

- Ruby the Darkslayer

- Lord Vanquisher

- The Oracle

- Sam

- Philip

- Rayon

- Red

- Junior

- Foxy

- Lizzie

- Bracket

- Antonio

- Abraham Kane

- Kane

- Crater

- AJ

- Jenzen

- Tooley

- Capri Chilton

- Mike’s Mom

- Mike’s Dad

- Mr. Gordy

- Mrs. Gordy

- Darr Gordy

- Sue Ellen

- Utilitons

- Background Character

- Crossover Character

- [name of crossover character]

- [ship] fankid

- [character] fankid

- [name] oc

- Bots

Ship tags:

- ship

- Implied ship

- Multi ship

- Poly ship

- Cannon x oc

- [character]/[oc]

- MikeTex

- Mike/Texas

- Jukebox

- Julie/Mike

- Muck

- Mike/Chuck

- Dutch/Mike

- Dennie

- DutchTennie

- Dutch/Tennie

- DutchTex

- Dutch/Texas

- Dutch/Chuck

- Dutch/Julie

- Texie

- Texas/Julie

- Clulie

- Claire/Julie

- Chuck/Julie

- Chuxas

- Chexmix

- Texas/Chuck

- Cluck

- Claire/Chuck

- Poly burners

- Jacob/Hudson

- Claire/Foxy

- Flaire

- Red/Mike

- Rulie

- Red/Julie

- Rayon/The Duke

- Babs/The Duke

- Kane/The Duke

I will eventually add more but I either don’t know the ship or do not want to think about the tags of some of the ships I know are on here, I’ll deal with it when I get to it

Au Tags, This is a list that I assume will be ever growing but so far we have:

- Au

- Fantasy Au

- No burners Au

- Galaxies Beyond Au

- Wings au

- Meant au

- And many more to come

All aus will have Au at the end

Idk what to call these but they’re kinda like aus:

- trans!burners

- baby! Burners

- spider! Chuck

- motorcitizen! Chuck

Misc. Tags

Fashion, for outfits other than cannon ones

All posters will have their own tags as well to search by artist/creator

More Tags will be added as I see fit

[charleslebatman]

How does being a Catholic have anything to do with this discussion? // anon mentioned liking tweets about the orange order despite being Catholic. orange order hate Catholics, they march in parades and sing songs about killing Catholics every July, anon was saying that liking doesn’t mean agreeing and giving an example (not the Dutch orange order fyi, the Northern Irish one are the ones anon is talking about)

Yes, except that here, I've repeated at length that this was most certainly not the case (not to use the imperative). Like the death story. I'm not that stupid. 🙃

I’m not talking to this ask in particular. However, I used scenarios that in my eyes could have explained and left doubt, more than certainty. Proof that I'm not that sensitive. I assure you that others would have a lot less patience than me when they see this.

I'll add one more thing: if we love manifesting as french people, we also love humor, and that's the way it should be. It's our way of putting our situation into perspective, to avoid feeling too sorry for ourselves. To have a sub-pope in the face of the unbearable violence we've been witnessing for months now. And particularly through black humor. So believe me, I'd have recognized if this was humor for her. Her name isn't Chantal, she's 45 and doesn't know what she likes on the Internet, uneducated and stupid. She knows very well how the Internet works.

People really have no respect for the word of those who say they suffer injustice, discriminatory and violent laws. I understand even better why women's word is so questioned. Many people are unable to accept that humans are imperfect, problematic and can be immortal to varying degrees. AND IN DIFFERENT WAYS.

[thetardigrape]

I posted 4,102 times in 2022

That's 3,791 more posts than 2021!

187 posts created (5%)

3,915 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@batsarebetterthanpeople

@chuplayswithfire

@ofmdaily

@knowlesian

@blvckwidow

I tagged 2,330 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#ofmd - 228 posts

#our flag means death - 154 posts

#ofmd fic - 46 posts

#the amazing devil - 38 posts

#yes - 28 posts

#ofmd meta - 19 posts

#fuck - 17 posts

#holy shit - 13 posts

#madeleine hyland - 12 posts

#love it - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#me‚ creating a tumblr post on the absolutely public website tumblr: the people who inspired this post will definitely never ever see it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I just love how a lot of characters in OFMD are struggling with questions of identity and NONE of them are about being queer. Stede is struggling with being a weakling, an aristocrat, and a pirate. Ed is struggling with being a killer, a legend, and a peasant. Jim is struggling with being an assassin. NOBODY is like “oh no, what does it mean if I’m queer.” It’s not even a question. Fucking incredible. Love it.

1,461 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#4

Love the implications of this:

What was he gonna do, go in there and execute them one by one with his muzzle-loaded pistol?

"Sorry, can the rest of you just hold on a minute, I need to load this again, then I can keep killing you."

1,714 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#3

Most of my meta so far has dealt with Ed and Stede. As it should, they're the stars of OFMD.

But now I wanna talk about Lucius and Izzy. Because I've been dying over "Have you ever been sketched" for weeks and I need to talk about it. This is less of a meta and more of me just picking this scene apart because I love it so much.

The scene starts with Izzy naming a long list of chores Lucius will have to do. At this point, Lucius knows about Izzy the Spewer. He knows Izzy doesn't actually have the authority to make him do anything, and he knows a secret that Izzy definitely doesn't want spread around. So with his response to Izzy's demand that he does these chores, Lucius readies for his first blow.

Lucius has already used this line before. Crucially, back in the galley, he had nothing else to use against Izzy, and Izzy won that fight. But now, Lucius is armed. And Izzy's about to give him yet another weapon.

See the full post

2,078 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#2

Ed: wanna do something weird?

Stede: yes absolutely

Ed: cool, take your clothes off

Stede: this sounds perfectly reasonable, okay

2,988 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Listen, though, Buttons is actually a really good first mate.

Noticed talk of a mutiny and brought it to Stede's attention before anything happened

Quietly coached Stede on how to be more effective as captain

Caught sight of the Spanish ships on the horizon before anyone else, including Blackbeard and Izzy

Didn't assume the fog alone would conceal the Revenge from the Spanish

Knew the movements of the Dutch merchants so precisely as to be able to zero in on them a full day and a half before their paths crossed

Very much attempted not to let Calico Jack on board

Only one besides Stede who didn't engage in Jack's shenanigans

Honestly, he should give Izzy lessons.

5,100 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

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