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[thisismeracing]

Based on this request I read wrong lol sorry, nonny! now here you go <3

CHARLES DATING A GREEK GIRL | CL16

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to greeks and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

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Charles is a sucker for 'hidden' places. Don't get him wrong, he loves the famous cities and countries, he lives in Monaco after all, but he loves those small places not everyone knows about. Places with tons of history and you hear the people who live around tell how it used to be and how the traditions changed around town; That's why he's so excited to travel to Greece and meet your family.

He'll be that person who buys books about Greece in the airport and reads the entire duration of the flight. By the time you're leaving the plane, he may know more about your country than you;

Charles is obsessed with Greek cuisine;

When you met he was starting to study Spanish as his fourth language, but gave up switching to Greek instead, because c'mon, he wants to understand all the gossip during family dinner;

Speaking of which - Charles will fit perfectly into the family, from the way he dresses (guess those books were onto something) to the small expressions your cousin taught him while showing him around the house;

There's meaning behind small actions. Your boyfriend knows it so the first time he says I love you it's in Greek (he confessed that it took him a week to master the correct way to say it, and he aced it);

Will cause havoc on the fandom when someone asks him if he prefers Italian or Greek pasta/bread and he simply stays silent;

Will casually tell you that you'll get married on a Greek island just like in the movies;

The wedding will include tons of traditions, of course, and you know it because you caught Charles talking with your parents about it one day;

He will get his whole family into the Greece-loving club - your family better find space to fit the Leclercs next summer because Arthur told you he would even take his girlfriend;

Charles will wear a bracelet with Greek eyes, a small gift you made and gave him a month into your relationship;

Overall just loves you and your culture and will be very outspoken about it. Nobody will dare to say a bad thing about Greece or hint that some other island is better than all the ones you have in your home country;

Honorary Greek citizen - he'll definitely ask how can he get citizenship and when you ask "WHY?" he'll simply say he's curious;

All things aside, he'd just love to show you around Monaco too. It doesn't have as many stories as you have in Greece, his words not yours, but it's still an amazing experience.

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[desultory-novice]

Even an innocuous paintbrush wasn't safe.

"All of our miracles shall curse us in the end..." indeed.

Them foreboding statements. Gotta watch out for them...

...Meanwhile, Meta Knight continues to shrug everything off, from wielding Ancient Artifacts (tell me Galaxia isn't one! Just TRY!) to wishing on two separate Clockwork Stars! Why so cheat, Meta?!

I'm totally okay if people want to use some variant of my "Adeleine is (gently) cursed with eternal youth/eternal sameness" HC, btw. I mean, there's got to be SOME reason she stays the same!

My only other explanations are:

-She spends a lot of time off planet (maybe on Ripple Star) and there's a time dilation between the various planets that means she's just missing a bunch of years whenever she's off planet.

-She's not truly "human" and whatever species she is happens to be incredibly long-lived or with an extraordinarily long childhood.

-Popstar's unusual, magical "come back from death like the grass in summer" field works on old age too. Or...it prevents aging?

Hrm...I feel like I had a fourth theory but I forgot it! Feel free to add your own explanations for Adeleine's age in the comments!

[nostalgia-tblr]

See, the one Sadboy Loki stan-meta point I will generally agree on is that the desperate need for a throne is about wanting the acceptance and acclaim (ie The Poor Sad Woobie Just Wants To Be Loved) so yeah fair enough on the redemption arc being But What If Friends?? and What If Me But Hot Hot Selfcest Gaining Self-Respect?

I suppose the proof of that is that while pretending to be Odin and literally being the king of Asgard he... did fuck all, really? Wrote a play about himself, lounged around a bit. That's not someone who wants the power bit of being the ruler of everything and while I may disagree on the exact depths of his emo despair and whether it's a moral get-out-of-jail-free card I do agree that yeah the thing that makes ruling everyone attractive to Loki is that those everyones (erm...) will then pay attention to you and tell you how great you are.

That probably *is* the Younger Son thing at work, innit? "Well, if your brother were to die in a "hunting accident" of some freak accident or plague (btw he is basically immortal so this is v unlikely) then we'd need you after all, so we'll keep you around and make sure you're exactly the sort of arrogant twat we need for that job and probably stop you getting too interested in doing something else with your life *but* as mentioned you're basically the insurance policy that we're unlikely to ever actually need so... maybe you could take up knitting? Bee-keeping?" (This is, again, why monarchies and primogeniture are fucking *terrible* ideas that lead to societies overflowing with young men itching to become Crusaders and Conquistadors but I'm sure nobody needs me to go on about that shit again though I just thought of a thing I should add to that fic)

[intercal]

people REALLY don't like it when I refer to my post-bike shower as "deglazing"

[blueberrywhale123]

Maxi is a Good Friend - Chapter 1

Hi y'all! 😊 So this is a little story I wrote that I'm just gonna leave here. Tell me what you think! It might not stay up here and I have no clue how to do the formatting for stories on this thing but oh well🤷‍♀️

So before you read, here a little context (I feel like those recipes from a mommy blog rn).

I've always loved season 1 of Violetta but was bothered by Tomas just butting in where I didn't want him🤣. And I also felt like no one but Leon and Ludmila(!!) were doing anything to keep him in check which seemed so weird to me. So I wrote a story where Maxi (because I really wanted to use him and he's good for this concept I have) notices Tomas' pushy behavior and helps Violetta put a bit of distance between them.

All done! Enjoy hopefully!

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CHAPTER 1/2

“Violetta! Over here!”

Maxi shot his hand into the air to better snag Violetta’s attention when he noticed her scanning the tables for him. As soon as she spotted him, Violetta bounded to her seat, all flouncing curls and bright grins. Maxi stood to greet her and they kissed each other’s cheek as they settled down.

“Hey, Maxi, so what did you want to show me?”

“So, I took that melody you made of the piano the other day and messed with it a bit. Tell me what you think of this.”

They both leaned over so Maxi could share his earbud with Violetta and listened for a moment as the familiar melodic lines were intertwined with percussion and strings, weaving into a fuller and warmer piece of music. Violetta slid her eyes shut against the world and allowed the music to wash over her, taking her to a new place. Maxi watched her in silence, analyzing any twitch in her facial features for signs of displeasure, waiting for her to come back to the surface and put her thoughts into words. He had been trying to keep the mood of the melody intact, the sensitivity and sweetness of it had too much of Violetta in it for him to erase it with layers of synth and the like. He’d been rather satisfied with the end product but his ultimate test was if the original composer liked it too. As the last notes strained to be heard even as they dissipated into the air, she opened her eyes to find Maxi eagerly poised for her feedback.

“It’s beautiful Maxi, really. I wouldn't change a thing,”

“Alright,” Maxt wiggled in his chair, swaying his shoulders from side to side. Violetta smiled at her friend’s enthusiasm.

“Oh, is that Tomás,” Maxi half stood to his feet to peer out the floor-to-ceiling front windows of the restaurant. And sure enough, he was right. Tomás was strolling by the entrance, seemingly not sure whether he was entering or not while deep in conversation with another boy that Maxi recognized from the music class he shared with Tomás.

He was about to call out, even walk up and offer them to join, but as he took a step away from the table, Maxi happened to glance at Violetta and what he saw stopped him in his tracks. Violetta was frozen in her chair, twisted halfway around with her head to the side as if she wanted to look but couldn't bring herself to follow through. But he could see the way she was flickering her eyes back and forth between the wall and Tomás. Maxi was used to Violetta and Tomás’ odd moments when they seemed lost in each other’s eyes, though it hardly happened since Violetta had started dating León; but this was completely different. Violetta was tense as a string pulled to its tightest and her eyes shone with intense discomfort. Slowly, Maxi lowered himself into his chair again, watching as Violetta somewhat relaxed but also how she kept glancing Tomás’ way until he wandered out of view.

“Hey, Violetta,” Maxi ventured, not at all liking what he was thinking. “You okay?”

“Hmm,” Violetta turned her full attention onto Maxi, “Oh, yeah, of course.” Her regular smile plastered itself on her face and Maxi watched her try to shake off whatever had just affected her so much. It wasn’t working.

“Did you and Tomás fight or some-”

“Maxi, I don’t really want to talk about Tomás, okay?”

“Well, I just thought that if something happened maybe I could help you clear it up and-”

“Maxi! The last thing I need is Tomás and me making up.”

With a snap, Maxi shut his mouth closed and backed away from Violetta’s look. It was as stern as she could make herself look and Maxi could take the hint that he was pushing too hard on the wrong sore spot. Holding his hands in the air, Maxi apologized and Violetta softened, her whole body seemed to sag and her face pinched in contrition for her sharp tone.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’m just a little stressed and tired right now. What with … everything.”

Maxi nodded silently and they sat together in peace, all the while Maxi’s mind replayed the scene of Violetta and Tomás. Something was wrong. And maybe he shouldn’t pry but he had never seen Violetta act like that around Tomás before. So, he took one more plunge and hoped that it wouldn’t end in either of them storming out in anger.

“Just to be clear - and I’m not trying to get involved - but are you avoiding Tomás?”

Violetta sighed from deep within herself and remained silent, casting her eyes anywhere but Maxi. Just when the silence had carried on for so long that Maxi dismayed at never being able to give Violetta some peace of mind, she opened her mouth. Maxi had to stop himself from jumping to attention. Violetta glanced his way and shut her lips tight again. Maxi’s jubilation deflated inside. A moment passed before Violetta opened her mouth again to speak, this time with her eyes on the wall to her left.

“It’s really hard to be around him right now.” Was what she said and Maxi could hardly grasp it.

Tomás? Hard to be around? He was a great friend to be with. Why would Violetta think that, especially when … Here Maxi found his missing puzzle piece. He liked hanging out with Tomás, but Tomás was just a friend. For Violetta, it was a long and messy history that seemed desperate to drag her back in despite her trying to put it behind her and enjoy her time with León.

“Being around him just confuses me more because he tells me we’re meant to be. That I can’t deny it. But I’ve been hurt so much by him, Maxi. Is it really wrong for me to want to be happy with León? León takes care of me, I love him. It’s not a lie.”

“Of course, it’s not a lie, Vilu,” Maxi rushed to assure her, taking her hand in his to infuse some measure of warmth and comfort into her. “Who told you that you’re lying? We all know you love León. León knows it for sure.”

“Tom- it doesn’t matter.” Violetta shook her head as if to shake away all the muddled thoughts that clouded her brain daily, her problems all jockeying for their turn to be dealt with. “All I know is that León and I always get hurt because I’m with Tomás. I get hurt because my doubts are dredging up again and León gets hurt because of it too. If I want this to work, there can’t be a third party in this relationship hovering over us.”

Maxi patted her hand, happy to see the strength that filled her frame as she spoke her fears and resolutions. Only for her countenance to fall and her body to slump forward. Pain pinched her features and Maxi couldn’t think of anything to say in the wake of her utterly broken frame. Defeated was the only word he could think to describe her. Violetta brought her free hand to her face and roughly rubbed at her eyes.

“But Maxi, I don’t know how to put distance between us. It feels like Tomás just pops up whenever things are going well with us. It’s always the same thing. ‘Why are you with León?’ ‘I know you love me’ ‘You have to decide’ But when I do, he doesn't believe me!” Maxi caught a glimpse of her teary eyes and his heart squeezed painfully in his chest at the sight of his dear friend’s agony. What could he do?

Violetta turned her eyes back to the table and sighed. “I care about Tomás,” she whispered so quietly that Maxi strained to hear her. “I do. But I want to be with León. I love being with him. Why is it so hard, Maxi?”

Her small words, spoken so softly and with all the innocence of a child begging someone they trust to help them understand the unexplainable, were a knife to Maxi’s heart. What could he do? He couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. But what did Maxi understand about any of this?

Violetta squeezed his hand twice and her usual smile, while a tad dimmer, was still bright enough to alleviate some of Maxi’s worry. “Thank you for listening, Maxi. I’m sorry to put all that on you. I hope it doesn’t make you act any differently around Tomás, though. He’s still your friend.”

“No, don’t worry, Violetta,” Maxi smiled back, stood to his feet, kissed Violetta goodbye, and headed back to the studio with a mind full of many things that he needed to think about. The most important of all being, how to help Violetta.

[the-crow-binary]

Christopher: I thought you dead !! Dracula: It was just a prank, bro. Christopher: It isn't funny. Dracula: That's because you have no sense of humor.

[transfennecbuddy]

So, I actually listened to this song a while ago (thanks Youtube algorithm!) and meant to say something about it, but I legitimately forgot. But now I've remembered, mwaha! This song is called Be My Guest, and for the life of me I can't find out who the song artist is! (I think they might just not have a name?) So I'm linking this song at the end so y'all can find it and listen to it.

(EDIT: I think their name is Azari, whoops. I'm still linking the song tho.)

Also, I would like to add a disclaimer before I even start talking about this song, lol. I do not know any actual names to describe any of the instruments, so if it starts sounding like I'm talking about nonsense, that's why.

So. This song is so good but in a sneaky way! It doesn't come out with any loud instrumentals or emotional singing. It's quiet and soft and sneaky and I LOVE it so much! I love this song's vibe and everything! The music is really simple but eases into the background, and the vocals at first just follow the beat, which sets up a really sly, really calm sort of song that still is easy to jam to. Like you could close your eyes and just relax to this song. You'd end up dancing a little, of course, because the beats are just too immaculate and well-placed to avoid not snapping to them, but it fills the silence in a way that's fulfilling but quiet. There's something definitely there, but it doesn’t demand your full attention. You can do something else while letting this play in the background and take up the back of your thoughts. (Which was why I was going to play this while working when I'd remembered I hadn't wrritten about this song yet.)

Then it adds a lil jazziness to it with some more off-beat beats (that sound kinda like a maraca, actually)! And I love these beats! They're so good that I can almost taste them in my mouth and savor how good they are, mm! The jam levels surpass pure vibing and get me to tap my foot, it's so nice! Now the song's taken up a lil more conscious thought, just enough to realize hey, this is frickin good, but you're still just enjoying the musical silence that it has.

But it doesn’t stay that way! This song has the AUDACITY to pause, take away the new syncopated beats, and leave the end up of beat undefined and (lyrically) silent! And I UTTERLY. LOVE IT. When you're not expecting it, it's like you've been vibing ever harder as the song goes on and you expected to vibe more from the build, but then the music drops out from under you and gives a slower, more careful answer. Like someone is sneaking behind you (which fits with the lyrics)! And the suddenness plus how good the slow down is gives me shivers. I love this part! It blends into the background less, but it's so good and satisfying to vibe to! And there are random real-life sounds in there (like a car horn) that don't sound random or jarring at all! Everything sounds so smooth and well-produced and satisfying!

And then after that, the song goes back to vibing with a few more beats added and it's just... When I'm paying attention to the song, the vibing and fulfilling drop and return to vibing makes me want to cry happy tears, and when I'm not paying attention, it makes me want to wave my hands and tap the beat into anything I can find. Like it's so good that I have to let the music out somehow.

And the end! The end of the song is so slow and sly and MM so good! And the art is so beautiful, I had to say something about it! And the way this song blends the roboticness of the vocaloid's lyrics, the music, and the real-life sounds is just wonderful! This whole song just feels well-produced in a way that even someone with no experience producing music can tell! Like the song artist knows just when to push and pull back to make an awesome song!

This song is so good for working because it's so varied and interesting yet quiet and unobtrusive about it! And honestly, I love it so much that it immediately got put onto my Vocaloid playlist! I recommend it to literally anyone!!

Here's the link to the song:

[jaepuppy]

why does montez look like an influencer who accidentally got wrapped up in some weird stuff this weekend

[sarcasm-andotherstuff]

Raga random poll without polls just say: A or B?

[capsensislagamoprh]

I love your friend and their perseverance is valid. They want comments? Ask them, and if they are okay with it, hook a rabbit up. I don't even like Star Wars, but I'mma love me a well written story. Who knows. You just may convince me space crusades is worth it. I got you fam.

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[emebonmedia1]

Simple Hack To Free More Space on Your Android Phone! #AndroidTips #Phon...

[sahidullah]

Deuteronomy 10 He Owns the System

[psycho-linguist]

hehe, Brillenschlange

i made my hognose tiny glasses and it's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life

Edit: Btw if any of yall wanted to know, her name is Rosie and she is, as the tags say, a western hognose.

[bencasso]

Stoptime Rag - Arranged and Performed by Ben Barnes on Violin#subscribe

[rose-wine-rose]

Rain Solace 10-Minute Yoga Meditation Relaxation

[stellunars]

today's horrors include:

being sleepy but unable to nap because you have food in the oven and will be woken up by the timer in less than 20 minutes anyways

dying grandmother