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[literaryvein-reblogs]

I'm looking for unique expressions of love from past and present, any culture.

Thank you

Unique Expressions of Love

Ai ni fureru to, dare mo ga shijin ni naru - [Japanese] At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet

Aimer, ce n'est pas se regarder l'un l'autre, c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction - [French] To love is not to look at each other, it’s to look in the same direction together

Aisuru to wa jōtai dewa naku tsukuru kōi desu - [Japanese] To love is not a state but an act of creation

Amor vecchio non fa ruggine - [Italian] Old love does not rust

Céng j��ng cāng hǎi nán wéi shuǐ - [Pinyin/Chinese] One who has seen the ocean thinks nothing of mere rivers; Used to describe that once you’ve seen the best, nothing else will compare

Chén yú luò yàn bì yuè xiū huā - [Pinyin/Chinese] To be beautiful enough to make fish sink and geese settle, the moon hides and flowers feel shy; This saying refers to China’s four historical great beauties, each of whom can make something supernatural happen with their beauty

Concupiscible - [Archaic] An adjective that dates back to Middle French in the late 1400s and stems from the Latin word concupiscibilis, which means “desirable.” So, you might tell your flame that that they’re looking particularly concupiscible.

Entre deux cœurs qui s’aiment, nul besoin de paroles - [French] There is no need for words between two hearts that love each other

Espero soñar contigo esta noche - [Spanish] I hope you’re in my dreams tonight

Gegen Liebe ist kein Kraut gewachsen - [German] No herb can cure love

Je t’aime cent fois par jour - [French] I love you a hundred times a day

Ma raison de vivre - [French] My reason for living

Me haces feliz como una lombriz - [Spanish] You make me happy as a worm

Neue Liebe beginnt da, wo die alte aufhört, wehzutun - [German] New love begins where old love stops hurting

Quédate con quien te bese el alma. La piel te la puede besar cualquiera - [Spanish] Stay with whoever kisses your soul, because anyone could kiss your skin

Shān wú léng, tiān dì hé, nǎi gǎn yǔ jūn jué - [Pinyin/Chinese] Only when the edges of the mountains have been rubbed down, the sky and the ground are in one, I dare to say "Farewell" to you; Used to express that you are willing to love someone until the end of days

Si tu pouvais lire dans mon cœur, tu verrais la place où je t’ai mise - [French] If you could look inside my heart, you’d see the place where I’ve put you

Te amo más que a mi propia piel - [Spanish] I love you more than my own skin

Te quiero como la trucha al trucho [Spanish] - I love you like the female trout loves the male trout

Vivre d’amour et d’eau fraîche - [French] To live off of love and cold water

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ⚜ Also have these previous posts:

Terms of Endearment

Ways to Say, "I love you"

"I Love You" in Shakespearean English

Archaic Words Related to Love

Hope this helps with your writing!

[cieloclercs]

what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 2/? (read part 1 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. swearing, reader and charles cuteness but also obliviousness again, mentions of f*rerrai, arthur and joris being sarcastic bc they’re also sick of charles and y/n being oblivious

pairings. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. took a few creative liberties with this one in terms of the auction (especially the price, i have no idea what modern art sells for) but we’re going to overlook that ☺️

charles_leclerc

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pierregasly 😉 joris_trouche simp behaviour ↳ charles_leclerc tais toi / shut up arthur_leclerc so that’s where you were this morning! 😃 yourusername thank you for taking me 😊 c’était parfait / it was perfect ↳ charles_leclerc any time :)

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y/nsart study: reflection & refraction. inspired by a morning swim on monaco beach (which charles woke me up at 4am for 🙄)

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charles_leclerc you loved it really 😉

y/nsart 🙃

charles_leclerc your talent never ceases to amaze me, chérie

y/nsart thank you char 🥰

leclerc_pascale Vraiment magnifique! / truly magnificent

y/nsart ❤️

username i’m speechless. imagine being this talented

username telling my kids this is da vinci

arthur_leclerc i swear you only went last week?? how long did it take you to paint these?

y/nsart they’re only small so not that long!

charles_leclerc she’s barely left her apartment all week because she’s been painting 😑

y/nsart don’t expose me 😔

charles_leclerc now that you’ve finally finished… movie night? 🙂

y/nsart omw

username have you ever thought about selling some of your paintings? because i’d pay definitely pay for these 😍

y/nsart i’ve never really considered it, but maybe in the future!

username UHM HELLO?! WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE SECOND SLIDE???

username HJSHJS THEY’RE SO CUTE

arthur_leclerc

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joris_trouche looks very friendly 😁👍 ↳ arthur_leclerc 😂😂 charles_leclerc arthur… delete this 🙄 yourusername neither are you mate x ↳ arthur_leclerc it’s disney of course i’m not ↳ yourusername not the disney slander 🥲 leclerc_pascale Très mignon! / very cute ↳ arthur_leclerc n’est-ce pas ☺️ / aren’t they just

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y/nsart i’m so excited to announce that four of my paintings from the ‘flow’ exhibition will be going on sale at monaco fine art auction next week! thank you so much to everyone who’s supported me and my art in the past few months. it means the world to me 🩵

if you’re interested in bidding for any of these paintings, don’t hesitate to stop by monte carlo sales hall between 12 and 2:30pm! hopefully i’ll see you guys there 🌊

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username i wish i had the money to buy these 🥲 but i’m broke lols x

username the one on the third slide looks so real omg

charles_leclerc i’ll be there 🫡

y/nsart you say that like you have a choice 😭 i need you there for moral support

charles_leclerc whatever you want, chérie x

username charles stop simping on main challenge

leclerc_pascale Je suis si fière de toi, ma fille ❤️ / so proud of you, my girl

y/nsart je n'ai encore rien vendu, ne parlez pas trop vite 😭 / i haven’t sold anything yet, don’t speak too soon

leclerc_pascale Vous le ferez 😊 / you will

username so excited!!

username oh my god these are beautiful 😍

username you’re so talented 💗 did you study art at university?

y/nsart yes! i studied at the sorbonne in paris :)

username your art style is incredible! i’ve been painting for 3 years but i still can’t quite capture this kind of realism like you 🥲

y/nsart oh trust me it’s taken a long time to perfect 😅 keep going and discovering your own unique art style! i promise it will all come together sooner than you think 💕

username oh my gosh thank you so much 🥹

username i bet charles is sobbing rn because he knows he can never bag a talented queen like y/n 🙄

username so true bestie

username he’s just a simp for her like the rest of us 😔

username the way she’s drop dead gorgeous, an artistic genius, and like the nicest person in the entire world 🤩🤩 bitches wish they were y/n

username ‘bitches’ aka me

arthur_leclerc alright maybe you’re not so bad at this painting stuff 🙄

y/nsart THANK YOU arthur

username is he only just realising this now? 😭

y/nsart he’s still convinced he’s better than me (the only thing he can draw is a 2 dimensional car)

arthur_leclerc did you really have to expose me like that 😃

username PLEASE 😭

username i remember when charles first got into f1 and people used to say y/n only got so much attention for her art because she was friends with him. this is the biggest fuck you to those so called ‘fans’ who hated on her and i am LIVING FOR IT

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➜ part 3

[1vidapoeticando]

Eu sei... que muitos estão triste nesse momento, mas tudo na nossa vida tem um motivo e um propósito, se tem uma coisa que eu aprendi é não reclamar de mais nada e agradecer a Deus por minha vida e a oportunidade de estar aqui nesse mundo, não estamos aqui do nada, estamos aqui pra sermos instrumentos de Deus, e viver a vida da melhor forma possível, ajudando sempre a quem pudermos, críticas, sempre vai ter, sempre vão falar de nós, falatório não paga nossas contas, não devemos viver com o intuito de agradar ninguém, só a Deus e a nós mesmos, olhar com bons olhos foi oque Jesus nos ensinou, essa lição sempre carregarei na minha vida, eu sei de onde Deus me tirou e já sei o quanto devo ser grata a Deus por tudo e por pessoas especiais na minha vida, e agradeço sempre, muitos não sabem oque passamos, só sabem julgar e criticar, deixa pra lá, e vamos é viver a cada dia mais e melhor e agradar a Deus e ser feliz 😊 isso incomoda muita gente...

Lo sé... que muchos están tristes en estos momentos, pero todo en nuestras vidas tiene un por qué y un propósito, si hay algo que he aprendido es a no quejarme más de nada y agradecer a Dios por mi vida y la oportunidad. estar aquí En este mundo, no estamos aquí de la nada, estamos aquí para ser instrumentos de Dios, y vivir la vida de la mejor manera posible, ayudando siempre a quien podamos, críticas, siempre las habrá, siempre las habrá. hablar de nosotros, hablar no paga nuestras cuentas, no debemos vivir con la intención de agradar a nadie, solo a Dios y a nosotros mismos, mirar con buenos ojos es lo que Jesús nos enseñó, esta lección la llevaré siempre en mi vida, Se de donde me sacó Dios y ya sé lo mucho que debo ser. Estoy agradecida con Dios por todo y por las personas especiales en mi vida, y siempre estoy agradecida, muchos no saben por lo que hemos pasado. solo saben juzgar y criticar, dejenlo pasar, y vivamos cada dia mas y mejor y agrademos a Dios y seamos felices 😊 esto molesta a mucha gente....

I know... that many are sad right now, but everything in our lives has a reason and a purpose, if there's one thing I've learned, it's not to complain about anything anymore and to thank God for my life and the opportunity to be here In this world, we are not here out of nowhere, we are here to be instruments of God, and live life in the best possible way, always helping whoever we can, criticism, there will always be, there will always be talk about us, talk doesn't pay our bills, We shouldn't live with the intention of pleasing anyone, just God and ourselves, looking with good eyes is what Jesus taught us, this lesson I will always carry in my life, I know where God took me from and I already know how much I should be I'm grateful to God for everything and for special people in my life, and I'm always grateful, many don't know what we've been through, they only know how to judge and criticize, let it go, and let's live more and better every day and please God and be happy 😊 this bothers a lot of people.....

Je sais... que beaucoup sont tristes en ce moment, mais tout dans nos vies a une raison et un but, s'il y a une chose que j'ai apprise, c'est de ne plus me plaindre de rien et de remercier Dieu pour ma vie et l'opportunit��. être ici Dans ce monde, nous ne sommes pas là de nulle part, nous sommes là pour être des instruments de Dieu et vivre la vie de la meilleure façon possible, en aidant toujours qui nous pouvons, la critique, il y en aura toujours, il y aura toujours parler de nous, parler ne paie pas nos factures, nous ne devrions pas vivre avec l'intention de plaire à qui que ce soit, juste à Dieu et à nous-mêmes, regarder avec de bons yeux est ce que Jésus nous a enseigné, cette leçon que je porterai toujours dans ma vie, je Je sais d'où Dieu m'a pris et je sais déjà à quel point je devrais l'être. Je suis reconnaissant envers Dieu pour tout et pour les personnes spéciales dans ma vie, et je suis toujours reconnaissant, beaucoup ne savent pas ce que nous avons vécu, ils ne savent que juger et critiquer, laisser tomber, vivre plus et mieux chaque jour et plaire à Dieu et être heureux 😊 cela dérange beaucoup de gens....

Lo so... che molti sono tristi in questo momento, ma tutto nella nostra vita ha una ragione e uno scopo, se c'è una cosa che ho imparato è a non lamentarci più di nulla e a ringraziare Dio per la mia vita e l'opportunità essere qui In questo mondo, non siamo qui dal nulla, siamo qui per essere strumenti di Dio, e vivere la vita nel miglior modo possibile, aiutando sempre chi possiamo, le critiche, ci saranno sempre, ci saranno sempre parlare di noi, parlare non ci paga le bollette, non dobbiamo vivere con l'intenzione di piacere a nessuno, solo a Dio e a noi stessi, guardare con occhi buoni è ciò che Gesù ci ha insegnato, questa lezione che porterò sempre nella mia vita, io so da dove Dio mi ha portato e so già quanto dovrei essere sono grato a Dio per tutto e per le persone speciali nella mia vita, e sono sempre grato, molti non sanno cosa abbiamo passato, sanno solo giudicare e criticare, lasciamo perdere, e viviamo ogni giorno di più e meglio e piacendo a Dio ed essere felici 😊 questo dà fastidio a molte persone....

أعلم... أن الكثيرين يشعرون بالحزن الآن، لكن كل شيء في حياتنا له سبب وهدف، إذا كان هناك شيء واحد تعلمته، فهو ألا أشتكي من أي شيء بعد الآن وأن أشكر الله على حياتي والفرصة التي أتيحت لي. أن نكون هنا في هذا العالم، لسنا هنا من العدم، نحن هنا لنكون أدوات لله، ونعيش الحياة بأفضل طريقة ممكنة، ونساعد دائمًا من نستطيع، النقد، سيكون هناك دائمًا، سيكون هناك دائمًا تحدث عنا، الكلام لا يسدد فواتيرنا، لا يجب أن نعيش بهدف إرضاء أحد، فقط الله وأنفسنا، النظر بعيون جيدة هو ما علمنا إياه يسوع، هذا الدرس الذي سأحمله دائمًا في حياتي، أنا أعرف من أين أخذني الله وأعلم بالفعل كم يجب أن أكون، أنا ممتن لله على كل شيء وللأشخاص المميزين في حياتي، وأنا ممتن دائمًا، فالكثيرون لا يعرفون ما مررنا به، يعرفون فقط كيف يحكمون وينتقدون، اترك الأمر، ولنعيش كل يوم أكثر وأفضل ونرضي الله ونسعد 😊 هذا يزعج الكثير من الناس

私は知っています...今、多くの人が悲しんでいることは知っていますが、私たちの人生にはすべて理由と目的があります。私が学んだことが一つあるとすれば、それはもう何も文句を言わないこと、そして私の人生と機会を神に感謝することですこの世界では、私たちはどこからともなくここにいるわけではありません、私たちは神の道具となるためにここにいます、そして可能な限り最善の方法で人生を送り、常にできる限りの人を助けます、批判、常に存在���ます、常に存在します私たちのことを話してください、話してもお金はかかりません、私たちは誰かを喜ばせるつもりで生きるべきではありません、ただ神と自分自身だけです、良い目で見ることはイエスが私たちに教えてくれたことです、この教訓は私が常に人生で持ち続けるでしょう、私は神が私をどこから連れて行ってくれたのか知っています、そして私がどれだけあるべきかすでに知っています 私はすべてのことと私の人生の特別な人たちに神に感謝しています、そして私はいつも感謝しています、多くの人は私たちが何を経験してきたのか知りません、彼らは判断し批判する方法しか知りません、それを手放して、毎日もっともっと良く生きて神を喜ばせて幸せになりましょう😊これは多くの人を悩ませています

[desikanya]

Nalanda: knowledge and history that was burnt to ashes

Origins of Nalanda University:

Nalanda University was founded in the 5th century CE, during the reign of the Gupta Empire, which is often referred to as a golden age of Indian culture and learning. The university was established by Kumaragupta I, a Gupta emperor, and it quickly became a prominent center for Buddhist studies. The name "Nalanda" is derived from the Sanskrit words "Nala" (lotus) and "da" (giver), symbolizing the university as a giver of knowledge.

Glory During the Gupta Empire:

Under the Gupta Empire, Nalanda flourished as a major center of learning and attracted students and scholars from various regions, including China, Korea, Japan, Tibet, Mongolia, and Southeast Asia. The university was renowned for its comprehensive curriculum, which included subjects such as philosophy, logic, grammar, medicine, mathematics, astronomy, and the arts. The institution was characterized by its impressive architecture, with numerous monasteries, temples, and libraries, and it is estimated to have housed around 10,000 students and 2,000 teachers at its peak.

Great Indian Scholars:

Nalanda was home to many great Indian scholars, including:

Nagarjuna (c. 150–250 CE): A pivotal philosopher in Mahayana Buddhism, Nagarjuna is best known for developing the concept of "emptiness" (śūnyatā) and founding the Madhyamaka school of thought, which emphasized the middle path between existence and non-existence.

Vasubandhu (c. 4th–5th century CE): A prominent philosopher and one of the founders of the Yogacara school of Buddhism, Vasubandhu made significant contributions to Buddhist philosophy and psychology. His works, including the "Abhidharmakosa," are foundational texts in Buddhist studies.

Dharmakirti (c. 7th century CE): An influential logician and epistemologist, Dharmakirti's writings on logic and perception shaped Buddhist philosophy and had a lasting impact on Indian and Tibetan thought.

Shantarakshita (c. 8th century CE): A philosopher and abbot of Nalanda, Shantarakshita played a crucial role in the spread of Buddhism in Tibet and is known for his works on logic and philosophy.

Visits from Monks and Scholars:

Nalanda became a melting pot of cultures and ideas, drawing many eminent scholars and monks. Notable figures include:

Xuanzang (Hsuan-tsang): A Chinese Buddhist monk who traveled to India in the 7th century to study at Nalanda. His detailed accounts of his journey and the teachings he encountered are invaluable historical documents that provide insight into the university's operations and the broader cultural context of the time.

Yijing (I-tsing): Another Chinese monk who visited Nalanda in the late 7th century, Yijing studied Sanskrit and Buddhist texts and later wrote about his experiences, contributing to the understanding of Buddhist practices and education in India.

Atisha: A Tibetan scholar who studied at Nalanda in the 11th century, Atisha played a crucial role in the transmission of Buddhism to Tibet.

Books and Manuscripts:

Nalanda was renowned for its vast library, known as Dharmaganja, which housed thousands of manuscripts and texts on various subjects. Scholars at Nalanda produced and preserved a wealth of knowledge, including commentaries on Buddhist scriptures, philosophical treatises, and scientific works. The library was said to contain texts in multiple languages, including Sanskrit, Pali, and Tibetan, making it a crucial repository of knowledge in ancient India.

Destruction of Nalanda:

The destruction of Nalanda University in the late 12th century was a catastrophic event that not only marked the end of one of the world's oldest centers of learning but also resulted in the irrevocable loss of a vast repository of knowledge. The university, which had flourished for several centuries, was renowned for its extensive library, Dharmaganja, which housed thousands of manuscripts covering a wide range of subjects, including philosophy, medicine, mathematics, astronomy, and Buddhist texts.

The library was said to have been so vast that it took months to burn all the manuscripts after the invasion, symbolizing the immense loss of intellectual heritageThe invasion by Bakhtiyar Khilji in 1193 was a turning point for Nalanda. Khilji's forces not only destroyed the physical structures of the university but also targeted the scholars and monks who had dedicated their lives to the pursuit of knowledge.

Many were killed, while others fled to different regions,the destruction of Nalanda also meant that many original texts and commentaries were lost forever, resulting in a significant gap in the historical and philosophical understanding. The tragedy of Nalanda serves as a poignant reminder of the fragility of knowledge and the importance of preserving cultural and intellectual heritage.

[universaln0b0dy]

I understand! (Twisted wonderland characters x reader)

《Characters》: Vil, Rook, Azul, Kalim

《Summary》: You have trouble understanding the language everyone speaks in Twisted wonderland to communicate with eachother, causing you resort to say things in your mother tongue, but to their suprise they can understand you.

《Note》: So, I used google translate for every language exept German- uhh Vil is german, Rook french, Azul dutch and Kalim Arabic. Also whole Twisted wonderland talks Japanese. (Also it's only canon that took speaks French, the others are just headcanons!)

Vil Schoenheit:

Vil probably noticed immediately. He had come to notice that a lot of people tended to struggle pronouncing his name, but you got it right on the first try and the way you pronounced it was quite familiar to him.

Though he wasn't completely sure until he heard you mutter it during class, while you were mentally searching for a way to say what you meant. "Kann ich das Glas da haben?" (Can I have that glass over there?)

Vil looked at you nodding. "Hier bitte."(here) He answers and you smile. "Dankeschön!" You say, not even noticing Vil had answered you in your mother tongue.

You continue to try understanding the lesson, writing down words you are familiar with to make a sense out of everything. Vil looks at you tilting his head, an idea had just popped up in his head.

"Wenn du willst kann ich dir Japanisch beibringen." (I can teach you japanese if you'd like) Vil offers and you snap your head towards him in suprise, now having finally grasped that he indeed had talked german. "Wirklich? Das währe nett!" (Really? That would be nice!)

Turns out Vil was better at teaching than duolingo. Because of his strictness you even learned a lot in a very short time, though you thought it was okay.

During that time, you and Vil got closer, because of the language you and him had in common. It's not like that language was spoken rarely, but it was special that even someone from a different world spoke the same language as you.

"Hey! Lieblingsmensch, wie geht's dir?" (Hey favorite person! How are you?) You exclaim hugging Vil. He didn't remember when it came to the point that he allowed you to do so, or the fact that he needed to smile every time you crossed his mind, but he liked that. You teasingly winked and Vil couldn't help but chuckle

"Gut. Und die geht's dir mein Liebling?"(good and how are you my dear?)

Rook Hunt:

When you first heard Rook speak French you felt like a wonder had happened. The first day arriving at Twisted wonderland had already been tiring since you rarely understood a word.

"Rook!" You run towards the blonde haired male that looks at you in confusion.

"Vous parlez français, n'est-ce pas ?"(You speak french, right?) You ask and Rooks eyes widened in surprise. He looks at you with a content smile. "oui je le fais" (yes I do.)

You sigh in relief upon hearing that. Maybe you finally found the perfect opportunity to learn Japanese. You look at Rook again.

"Pourrais-tu m'apprendre le japonais ?" (Could you teach me Japanese?) You ask looking at him with hope glittering in your eyes and Rook agrees with a content smile on his lips.

The next few weeks are packed with Rook trying his best to teach you Japanese and you finally understanding what is happening around you, even gaining the opportunity to converse with the others.

But even outside of those lessons you and Rook spend a lot of time together, spending the whole day talking in French. The both of you become surprisingly close.

"Bonjour mon cher! comment va ma personne préférée au monde ?" (Hello my dear! how is my most favorite person in the world doing?) You tease Rook with a smile, something you started doing a while ago. Rook smiles at you.

"Je vais très bien ma chérie !" (I am quite alright my darling!)

Azul Ashengrotto:

You had been warned by multiple people that making a deal with Azul is a bad idea, but he was the only person that could help you. You struggled with understanding people in twisted Wonderland and after hearing Azul speak Dutch, you recognised that maybe, just maybe you would be able to do something against that problem.

"Azul! Help me alsjeblieft Japans te leren! Ik teken zelfs een contract!" (Azul! Please help me learn Japanese! I will even sign a contract!) Azul blinks at you, hearing you speak Dutch for the first time, he had expected everything from you, but not that.

Azul agrees, making you sign a contract. To his suprise you could read everything on the contract and agreed to the terms that you would work in mostro lounge.

Your Japanese wasn't the worst, but you seemed to have a lot of trouble understanding and speaking. Well at least you were good in writing it.

Soon Azul started to find himself longing to spend time with you even outside of those lessons. He loved talking to you because you were quite a pleasant person to be around.

After a while you started to jokingly flirt with him, though it wasn't sure if Azul understood that you were joking, or you were actually joking. "Hallo mooie jongen! hoe was je dag?" (Hello pretty Boy! how was your day?)

Azuls face flames up before he smiles slightly.

"Geweldig! Hoe was het met jouw parel?" (Great! how was yours pearl?)

Kalim Al-Asim:

This was troublesome. You didn't understand a word of what Trein had said, or anyone else for that matter. You sigh, before hearing Kalim speak in a language way to familiar to you. You walk towards him.

"kalim? hal tatakalam alearabiatu?" (Kalim? You speak Arabic?) The white haired boy turns his attention towards you with a smile. He knew you usually didn't talk that much, mainly because of your accent. But he was surprised to hear you speak his mother tongue.

"naeam 'afeal!" (I do!) You clap your hands happily after hearing that, asking him to teach you Japanese. Kalim probably isn't the best option, but you trust that he wouldn't try to use that to his advantage.

You and Kalim start studying together and much to Kalims suprise he also gets better in school as teaching someone else made him actually grasp what's happening on the worksheet.

You also get often invited to party's by Kalim, simply because he wants to spend more time with you and you accept, becoming closer to the white haired male.

After a while you have a full understanding of Japanese not needing to be reached anymore, but that wasn't the end to your dates with Kalim. The though of you decide to do other things together.

On a long carpet ride you look at Kalim with a smile.

"shkran limusaeadatik ya klim, laqad jaealat hayaati almadrasiat 'afdal kthyran". (Thanks for your help Kalim, you made my school life a lot better.)

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(Alright, so this was fun! I mean I only really understand what I have written and German and the few pieces of french my brain is able to understand. Wich means I have no idea if google translate handed me some bs translation in some cases. I actually wanted to use the official arabic writing, but Tumblr didn't let me! But I hope you'll enjoyed this anyway!

-Uni~☆

[abr]

Lo statalista sociale ogni tanto paragona il liberismo al suo primo cuggino, lo statalista bolscevico. Come i figli del cuggino, i sessantottini, comparano ancor oggi liberismo ("selvaggio") e fascismo. Tra parenti prima di parlare mettetevi d'accordo, su.

Diamo un servizio:

a) le ideologie social stataliste nazi o mao differiscono nella teoria e nelle prassi assassine, quanto il dna di gemelli omozigoti;

b) storicamente, nazional-socialismo o fascismo e internazional-socialismo o (bene-)comunismo, son mostri fatti sgravare nel reale dai gas iprite della "inutile strage" (cit.), la I Guerra Mondiale, evento che ha annichilito l'Europa ma per fortuna non solo nostra, di tutto il mondo, non il suo refugium che come tutti i bambini sani che han giocato ai cowboy sanno, è l'America;

c) i perdenti ce l'hanno col liberismo perché li ha sconfitti, a loro e ai cugini loro, trattandoli per quel che sono: carcinomi degenerati;

d) l'Occidente è tornato a salvare se stesso dalle metastasi più e più volte - la citata I guerra, la II, la Guerra Fredda; oggi l'Occidente difende se stesso dalle degenerazioni woke e Dems, così come da bravi fradei difende gli Avamposti di Civiltà come Israele contro le superstizioni barbariche circostanti (i veri liberisti come i veri Cristiani non forzano nessuno ad adottare la Civiltà: puntiamo sulle Best Practices e sul parlar dolcemente ma con un grosso bastone a portata di mano); ben diverso è il discorso Ucraina, dove il più pulito ci ha la rogna;

e) Dulcis in fundo, dalla nuda cronaca alla pars construens: il liberismo è l'unico autentico erede di quel grande filo storico filosofico che parte dall'antica Grecia e dall'ebraismo e si radica a Roma, assieme si fanno Cristianesimo, poi Scienza, Rinascimento mercantilista e capitalismo: la Civiltà, ovvero le radici dell'Occidente Cristiano, dominante e vincente su ogni idealismo degenere, su ogni statalismo sia esso satrapia, caciccato, ortodossia, fondamentalismo, dittatura del proletariato o confucianesimo. Spiaze.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

In your corner - Chris Evans and Co

A/N: one of my coworkers was rude to me today and it got me wondering how each CE babe would respond to you complaining about it to them

Warnings: Language! Insinuation of Murder!

Jake Jensen

Jake would instantly console you and let you just rant about it

But when he could tell that ranting wasn’t working he changed tactics

He’d make his way into his games den and load up the copy of Sims 4 that he brought for you

He’d start making a sim of your coworker who upset you using a reference photo that the losers helped him get hold off

He’d then call you in and let you use all the different kinds of deaths in sims to work through your anger

“How you feeling now?” He’d ask slinging his arm around your shoulder

“Much less murderous, thank you babe” you grin leaning in to kiss him

Andy Barber

Andy had heard you complain about this coworker many many times and he decided enough was enough

He had a hunch that your coworker was as great as they made themselves out to be so using his DA skills he got digging

It didn’t take long for him to find out that your coworker had jumped from job to job, state to state, far more often than the normal person did.

A little more digging found that you’re coworker had left their jobs just before the business got into some difficulties

Connecting all the dots Andy discovered that they had been embezzling funds from every company they worked for

so it wasn’t long until the police showed up at your office and arrested your coworker, Andy sending you a sly wink as they did so

Colin Shea

Whenever your coworker was mean or rude to you it instantly made your confidence plummet.

Colin had spent many evening just holding you and trying to remind you how smart, beautiful and just goddamn amazing you were

But he could tell it never really sunk in so he got to work

At his next gig he made sure you had the best seat in the house and were always in his eyeline

So when they started playing their new song he could sing it directly to you

Tears collected in your eyes as he sang about how he fell in love with the a girl who doesn’t know how amazing she is and how he’d spend the rest of his days proving her wrong and showing the world how special she was

As the song ended he mouthed ‘I love you’ to you, and as soon as the set ended you ran up on stage and gave him the biggest kiss ever

Ari Levinson

Ari played the long game.

He knew that you coworker also shopped at the same grocery store so it was only a matter of time until they crossed paths

When they did Ari first played it nice, introducing himself with a handshake but the mind games were already afoot.

He used his large frame and 6ft 3 hight to tower over your coworker and gripped his hand extra tight

He kept the conversation flowing until he saw your coworker lower their guard and thats when he went in for the kill.

The smile he had on his face dropped and turned serious.

“I’ve heard you’ve been making this hard for Y/N” he started, when your coworker tried to defend himself Ari didn’t let a single word leave his lips.

He put him exactly in his place reminding him that you outranked him in every instance and if he was rude to you ever again the Ari was going to have words

“And it’ll be my fists doing the talking”

You coworker just meekly apologised and promise to be better and apologise to you.

Lloyd Hansen

It was plain and simple when it came to Lloyd.

You complained to him about your coworker

The next day your coworker completely disappeared, never to be seen again

🩵🩵🩵

That’s all I can think of for now but I’ll add more if I think of any and recommendations are welcome!

[mako-neexu]

A/N: woke up earlier to a DA VINCI CE THIS SEPTEMBER AND DUG THROUGH MY HELL HOLE OF TUMBLR DRAFTS JUST TO FINISH THIS SINCE I MADE THIS DURING PAPERMOON BUT I NEVER GOT TO FINISH. I LOVE YOU DA VINCI 

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growth | gudao and someone precious to him (its not tagged as ship but it could be interpreted that way too. either way is fine.)

He wakes up in a familiar room.  A room he knew well and frequently visited back in those days of peace.

Ritsuka blinks a few times to see if his surroundings were real. But the ground he stood on and the inventions and objects before him seemed to be as real as it gets.

Of course, it was merely a dream, but seeing it once more tugged at his heartstrings more than he could have imagined.

He smiles.

A soft laugh catches his attention, “Why are you smiling Fujimaru-kun?”

He turns to the source, and could not help but rub the back of his neck and laugh as well, “Well, I was just remembering how I completely spilled an energy drink on my bed when Fou tried to settle on my lap last time. Because I got lazy in changing the sheets, I slept with the stain on, which caused everyone to get mad me. Well, not all- but y’know...”

Da Vinci clicks her tongue, setting her cup of steaming coffee on the side. “Even now, you still have that bad habit of bringing drinks near your bed.”

He approached her while she picked up a small ornithopter, caressing its tail with eyes holding some affection... and nostalgia. “I guess so, Da Vinci-chan.”

Ritsuka swallows. His eyes catching sight of the floor before biting his lower lip, and sighed, “How...How are you, by the way?”

His heart was loud in his ears. Each thump was as if something clogged his throat.

Damn. Why is he feeling this way now? 

Her amused scoff was mixed with feigned hurt relieved him more than he could admit, “Same old, same old~ At least my back no longer hurts from hunching over my inventions back in those days. Now, I just have to worry about my back getting hurt from how beautiful my form is!” 

And her smile was wide, ever so similar to the Mona Lisa the painter created, yet so different that she had a charm separate from that artwork alone.

...He missed her.

“Anyways," She gave a dismissing wave before making her way towards him. "I like your mystic code! Did she make it for you?"

Da Vinci leaned close to observe the matching uniform he had with Kadoc. Well, almost. The theme was similar anyways. 

Though it was made only within a week, the care put into it was obvious from the way there were some parts that were hand embroidered, along with hidden pockets strategically put so no obvious lump could be seen.

Besides that, Ritsuka knew what caught Da Vinci's attention the most was Chaldea's symbol attached at the center of his chest.

Ritsuka laughed a little, rubbing his nape once more, "Mini-you and Miss Crane really packed every spell here. Habenyan proposed a sketch of the design. Not to mention, the self-defense mechanisms they put if I were out cold and unable to fight. Haha..."

That soft, proud smile of hers made his heart ache terribly.

Da Vinci was beautiful and confident just like always.

She laughed, throwing her head back in pride, "Fufu! We inventors and artists want nothing but the best for our creations and users!" 

As she reached towards his shoulders to brush the nonexistent lint off, he noticed how there was someone sitting on one of the tables and chairs behind Da Vinci, but he couldn't see who it was.

Their surroundings outside of Da Vinci was blurry, though he clearly recognized it as the old workshop from Chaldea, it was as if the space itself was doing its best to hold up.

"And would you look at that! You're seriously taller than me now! Unforgivingly handsome too! What the heck!?"

Her expression of gawking made him laugh.

"It's called a growth spurt, Da Vinci-chan." He rolled his eyes in half jest, his bangs falling over to one of his eyes. The inventor smiled brushing it behind his ear, but then-

She flicked his nose, which caused him to squawk in surprise, “Even though you’ve matured, you’re still the dork that loves giant mecha and sweets in the morning.”

“So is one of those the things you’re going to give me?” Ritsuka quirked one side of his lip. Even if he was trying to play it cool, deep down, he was a little embarrassed knowing she still remembered that he always snuck in some extra sweets from Emiya’s kitchen in his pocket. He doesn’t do it anymore, but the fact that she still remembered both made him happy yet flustered.

Da Vinci crossed her arms, “What, you caught up on that? Also, nope, it’s none of those! Why don’t you try and guess?” 

With a smirk, he thought long and hard for a moment... actually, a little too long, but then she gave up, “Fine, fine- now, come over here.”

“Wha-”

There was a tug on his sleeves, which caused the Master to stumble forward a little but nevertheless regained his balance.

Something warm pressed against his forehead. Arms wrapped around his frame which dwarfed her own.

.

Ritsuka then realized what it is.

.

“...It’s been tough, huh?” Her quiet voice made it difficult to look at her in the eyes when she pulled away.

All he could manage was a nod.

Her sigh combined with her soothing caresses on his back made him swallow, his chest felt so heavy, a pang was starting to make itself known, “We don’t know when the ‘end’ is but I’m sure there is one. I know there is one. But whether you choose to run away or fight is up to you. No one will begrudge you if you choose the former. What we only want is for you to be happy, Ritsuka.”

That lump in his chest only grew.

A Da Vinci slowly pulled away, she tried to smile, only to have it come out sadly.

“Still, it only felt like yesterday that we were just the same height. You’d also come to my workshop late at night for advice, on how to deal with some Servants you weren’t sure how to talk to.”

...Those times made the young man smile over the bittersweet nostalgia of sharing tea, sitting on a stool while she leaned against the counter and hummed. It may have been artificial, but the golden light that sometimes bathed Da Vinci’s workshop always gave the area a warm reception to anyone who entered.

Aside from the Doctor’s room, the place felt so close like home. Especially when it was decorated and truly loved like a workshop from Italy.

“I remember devising a lot of your mystic codes as well, young man.” Opening her glasses and pushing it up to the bridge of her nose, she glanced into the direction of a certain wooden table holding countless sheets of rough drafts and sketches. “If I could, I’d have included the information and gave it to my successor... but, ah well, sorry for the time constraints! If I knew about what would happen sooner, I’d have packed the info as well to the Border~★“

Her signature wink has Ritsuka chuckling softly, “You’d constantly ask me for feedback on it too. Especially for the Atlas uniform’s spells.”

Those times had been fun. Wearing her inventions, testing them out, and even if it had flaws, the bugs were minor, otherwise...

“But, you know...” Ritsuka paused, now glancing at his gloved hand bearing the command spells, his arm covered in a new mystic code developed by his friends. He can’t deny that he was always happy to receive one every now and then from them, and yet...

His soft blue eyes met the inventor’s own.

“...No one can beat your mystic codes, Da Vinci.”

He appreciated the current ones, but the old mystic codes he had, using uniforms from mage schools and awesome suits, were still the best for any and every situation he came across.

“You’re going to say they’re old and full of creases by now, but you made them, you know? Everything you gave to me, I’ve made sure they’re still taken care of to this day. Because even now, they’ve never failed to protect me from harm.”

...The love she poured into each and all of her inventions were something he’s experienced himself. From her more serious projects to the more silly ones... she wasn’t one to hold back.

Because that is who Leonardo Da Vinci is, one of the people who’s helped him at the beginning, even when he was just... some guy who’s secretly a little scared and confused from all that’s happening.

To the side, he sees her swallow, her expression unreadable behind the glint of her glasses. Even if couldn’t see, he as some sort of inkling. He just hoped he didn’t hurt her feelings accidentally...But the rustle of clothing is what catches his attention, she moves before him, raising her hand to cup his cheek.

Behind the silver frames of her glasses lies the beautiful yet hopeful gaze of the Mona Lisa, Leonardo’s smile ever beautiful like her soul.

“I’m glad. I’m really...glad.” She said, voice almost a whisper, as if something fragile would shatter if it was any louder, “If those could still protect you for a little while longer-help you for as long as you’re still on this journey-then I couldn’t be anymore happier.”

Breath caught on his throat, his gaze lowers while he tries to match her happy smile.

“It truly is a little surreal,” The inventor quietly laughed, strangely soft, “You’re all grown up now. Even for a heart wrenching moment like this... you’re not crying anymore.”

Fujimaru slowly hugged her, feeling her warmth, smelling like home. Back at the observatory atop a snowy mountain. Back to those times where it was just the four of them enjoying a quiet moment beneath an orange kotatsu.

“You smiled at that time, right?” She smiled even as blood red spilled past her lips, even as gold began to gather at her feet, her determination to protect him and Mash had never wavered for even a second. From the beginning, down to her last moments, he always saw a smile.

What Da Vinci deserved wasn’t partings of sadness, rather, a round of applause for someone as great as her. A certain someone would agree with his words.

Tears... He felt that it didn’t suit the occasion. For this warm, happy dream where he was able to meet her again and share another moment with one of people he’s cherished the most. Whether this was real or not, he was going to be honest before her no matter what.

And like the genius that she is, she was quick to notice his implications, the words unsaid between the both of them.

Returning his hug, Da Vinci’s laughter was a little muffled, dwarfed as she is in the hold. And before Ritsuka closed his eyes, knowing that the end of the dream was near, he’d smiled into a certain someone’s direction, seeing now the unmistakable green and white accents of the clothing the man wore.

And just like the times they all said goodbye, Ritsuka was happy to see their smiles once more.

[tiger-willow]

Anyone else scared about what is going to happen today? Either Philza Minecraft causes a war between the eye workers and the federation workers or Chayanne fucking dies or gets kidnapped (I pray Rose will do her best to help 🙏)

Translations (google translate used for Portuguese and a bit for Spanish & French)

🇪🇸Es: ¿Alguien más tiene miedo de lo que va a pasar hoy? O Felipe Minecraft provoca una guerra entre los trabajadores oculares y los trabajadores de la federación o Chayanne pinche muere o es secuestrado (rezo para que Rose haga todo lo posible para ayudar)

🇧🇷Pt: Alguém mais está com medo do ué vai acontecer hoje? Ou a Felipe Minecraft causa uma guerra entre os trabalhadores dos olhos e os trabalhadores da federação ou a Chayanne pra caralho morre ou é sequestrada (rezo para que a Rose faço o possível para ajudar)

🇫🇷Fr: quelqu’un d’autre a-t-il peur de ce qui va se passer aujourd’hui? Soit Philza Minecraft Provoque une guerre entre les travailleurs des yeux et les travailleurs de la fédération soit Chayanne putain de meurt où est kidnappé (je prie pour que Rose fasse de son mieux pour aider)

[jazzandother-blog]

Jimi Hendrix in the U.S. Army, 1961-1962

(English / Español / Italiano)

Letter home, October 1961

Dear Dad:

I have just received your letter and I am very happy to see that you are well and that you and Leon are together. It has taken me by surprise and I am very happy, because I know that you are, or should I say were, very lonely there. That's how I feel when I start thinking about you and the rest - and Betty. Tell Leon to do what he's supposed to do, because, as you used to tell me, life takes its toll on you. I'm also very happy that you have a TV, and I know you're ‘working hard’ at fixing up the house. Keep it up and I'll do my best to survive the Airborne to make our name stand tall. I'm going to try my hardest and I'm going to try my hardest and I'm going to make it so that the whole Hendrix family has the right to wear the Howling Eagle insignia of the United States Army Airborne Forces (smile)! Don't worry, next time you see me, I'll be wearing the badge of pride. I hope so.

To Dad Hendrix, from your son, with love. James

P. D: Please send me the guitar as soon as you can, I really need it now, it's still at Betty's.

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Carta a casa, octubre de 1961

Querido papá:

Acabo de recibir tu carta y estoy muy contento de ver que estás bien y que Leon y tú estáis juntos. Me ha pillado por sorpresa y estoy muy feliz, porque sé que estás, o debería decir estabas, muy solo allí. Así es como me siento cuando empiezo a pensar en ti y en el resto –y en Betty–. Dile a Leon que haga lo que se supone que tiene que hacer, porque, como solías decirme, la vida te acaba pasando factura. También estoy muy contento de que tengas una televisión, y ya sé que te estás «currando» lo de arreglar la casa. Sigue así y yo haré todo lo posible por sobrevivir a las Fuerzas Aerotransportadas para dejar nuestro nombre bien alto. Voy a esforzarme mucho y a intentarlo con todas mis fuerzas. ¡Lo conseguiré para que toda la familia Hendrix tenga derecho a llevar la insignia del Águila Aulladora de las Fuerzas Aerotransportadas del Ejército de los Estados Unidos (sonrisa)! Tranquilo, la próxima vez que me veas, luciré la insignia del orgullo. Eso espero.

A papá Hendrix, de tu hijo, con amor. James

P. D: Por favor, envíame la guitarra en cuanto puedas, ahora me hace mucha falta, sigue en casa de Betty.

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Lettera a casa, ottobre 1961

Caro papà:

Ho appena ricevuto la tua lettera e sono molto felice di vedere che stai bene e che tu e Leon siete insieme. Mi ha colto di sorpresa e sono molto felice, perché so che siete, o dovrei dire eravate, molto soli lì. È così che mi sento quando inizio a pensare a te e agli altri - e a Betty. Di' a Leon di fare quello che deve fare, perché, come mi dicevi sempre, la vita ti prende il suo tributo. Sono anche molto felice che tu abbia una TV e so che stai “lavorando sodo” per sistemare la casa. Continua così e io farò del mio meglio per sopravvivere all'Aeronautica e far sì che il nostro nome sia alto. Ce la metterò tutta e farò in modo che tutta la famiglia Hendrix abbia il diritto di indossare le insegne dell'Aquila urlante delle Forze aviotrasportate dell'esercito degli Stati Uniti (sorriso)! Non preoccuparti, la prossima volta che mi vedrai, indosserò il distintivo dell'orgoglio. Lo spero.

A papà Hendrix, da tuo figlio, con amore. James

P. D: Per favore, mandami la chitarra il prima possibile, ne ho davvero bisogno ora, è ancora da Betty.

Source: Pasión por el Jazz y Blues.

[freshunknowndreamland]

Helena Aphrodite Swan is the younger twin sister of Isabella Marie Swan. Isabella or Bella, as she prefers to be called, hated her sister because she believes that she attention seeks and is out for everything that she wants. But that is Helena she is sweet, and she is kind and always trying to help everyone even if she is hurt in the process.

I do not own any of the characters or the scenes from Twilight that go to the author/creator of Twilight. And pitcures are from google. I only have my oc Helena.

Part 3

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The Turning

There was almost silence apart from the faint heart beat of Helena who was still being held in his arms with a bit on her neck and blood on Marcus' lips.

"Why is she not screaming?" Caius asked his voice even but feeling a little worried for the young girl although he will not admit it.

"I do not know. But I must take her to my room. I shall wait for her to wake up." Marcus' voice was void of emotion as he stood with his mate in his arms and left the throne room.

The other two brothers looked on in concern as they watched their brother leave with his mate. They prayed she would wake and soon for they don't think they can watch Marcus eat himself alive if she does now make it.

~In Marcus' room~

Marcus gently places Helena on his bed before he quickly shut the door so no one will come in. (Or so he thought)

He sat in the chair next to his bed holding Helena's hand, looking at her face as appears peaceful as if turning into a vampire did not hurt.

"per favore, torna da me amore mio. Farò del mio meglio per proteggerti. tu sei la mia seconda possibilità. non posso perderti. se non ce la fai ti seguo amore mio." Marcus said loud enough for Helena to hear. Praying she can hear him and that she will come back to him. (please come back to me my love. i will do my best to protect you. you are my second chance. i can not lose you. if you do not make it i shall follow you my love.)

~Time skip~

It's had been a week and still Helena has not woken up and Marcus has not left her side not even to feed. His eyes were as dark as Vantablack. His brothers and guard has tried to get Marcus to leave his room even to feed or check and clean his mate. But he still did not leave, he only allowed Jane to come and check on his mate under his close supervision. He also allowed her to clean and change her. He may have been in the room but he turned his back to give them some decency. But after that he would growl at anyone who knocked on the door or spoke to him, even if it was to see if he was ok or wanted to feed.

~Time skip~

Two days later as Marcus looks out the window to the garden glowing under the high sun when he heard it.

Helena's heart had finally stopped. Marcus turned around and within a second was next to her waiting for her to open her eyes and look at him.

Just a few minutes past then an hour and Marcus thought she was gone from this world, and that shattered his undead heart and he let out a mornful roar as he clutched to Helena like a life line and ran as quickly as he possible could to the throne room where his brothers and elite guard where sure to be.

~In the throne room~

The King's and elite guard heard Marcus mornful roar knowing that Helena must not have woken up. Everyone put their heads down in sadness. Felix and Demetri tries to hide their whimpers for the lose of a soul-sister they just got to meet. Jane and Alec where beyond angry. How could her own twin be so hateful to her? What did she ever do to her? It pained the twins to think of hating each other, so how could Isabella hate her twin? Caius and Aro where saddened not only for the lose of a sister that could have been, but also a brother as they know what he will ask and they know they can not deny him this, not this time for a true mate to be left behind will drive them to insanity and Marcus was not far from that now as he had not fed in almost two weeks.

All was silent waiting for the doors to be opened. And only a moment passed and the doors opened revealing a grieving king holding on to his queen with tears that will never fall. Falling to his knees infront of his brothers laying his mate softly on the ground, moving the hair from her face.

"EVERYONE LEAVE NOW!!" Caius belowed at the guard.

And within a second all the guard had left and it was just the four of them left in the room in silence. Until Marcus spoke up.

"I can not live without her brothers, please do not make me you know what happens when one half of a mated pair is killed and I can not and will not live without her." He sounded weak as he pleaded for death but he did not care. He was ready to face death to be with his mate again.

Caius and Aro looked sadly at their brother as he knelt infront of them begging for death.

Aro walked slowly to his brother and spoke gently to him. "As much as this pains me, pains us, I will grant you this, but first shall we have a funeral for your mate before you meet her again." You could hear the grief and pain in Aro's voice.

Marcus looked up at his brother and gave a slight nod of his head before holding his mate once again to take her to a room to prepare her for the funeral and Marcus left for only a few moments to change to look his best to put his mate to rest.

But while he did this Helena woke up alone looking around being able to see everything alone clearer than she had ever done before. Slowly getting up looking down at what she is wearing. It was a beautiful black and red dress.

Slowly Helena walked to the mirror across the room not realising how fast she moved gasped as she saw herself with red eyes. That was when she felt it, the burning in her throat the hunger for blood but she didn't know that so left the room to find the kitchen surly they will have something to eat right and wouldn't mind to much.......

[awardseasonblog]

Quest'anno agli Oscar l'animazione è più ricca che mai! Da The Wild Robot a Inside Out 2, passando per le perle stop-motion Memoir Of A Snail e Wallace e Gromit, e il nostro orgoglio italiano Chiara Malta per ChickenForLinda ce la farà?

[henrisims]

EN: Initially built as a salt box in 1812 as a temporary home for a family of wealthy Dutch immigrants, Pembrooke House has been home to several families, including Mr. Jacob Thompson, who lost it to pay off gambling debts, and the Widow Mrs. Mary Pembrooke, who between 1847 and 1850, increased its size, renovated its style for the fashion, added the grand columned entryway and attached the kitchen to the main house, but it was later partially burnt down in 1865 during the civil war, but the heirs of mary found the house expensive like a "white elephant" to maintain and rebuild, spending a long period of time abandoned and deteriorated until its sale in 1886 to Mr. Malcolm Tarth, a prominent surgeon with a thirst for social advancement who grew rich on the railroads, then brought the house into the Gilded Age as a country residence, modernizing and adding gas lighting, furniture brought from Europe, indoor bathrooms, state-of-the-art kitchen generation, and the entrance for carriages with access to the main hall. These were Pembrooke's best years but in 1932, the Tarth family went bankrupt after losing almost everything in 1929 and the house unfortunately went into foreclosure to pay off debts, being closed until 1940 when Mr. Herbert Parysh, poor dreamer, spent almost everything he had and started a renovation to convert it into a country house, but died of illness before finishing. Since then, the house has remained closed under the threat of demolition for the construction of a luxury horizontal condominium.

FR: Initialement construite en tant que "Salt Box" en 1812 comme résidence temporaire pour une famille de riches immigrants néerlandais, Pembrooke House abritait plusieurs familles, telles que M. Jacob Thompson, qui l'a perdu pour rembourser ses dettes de jeu, et la veuve Mrs. Mary Pembrooke, qui entre 1847 et 1850, augmenta sa taille, renouvela son style pour la mode, ajouta la grande entrée à colonnes et attacha la cuisine à la maison principale, mais elle fut plus tard partiellement incendiée en 1865 pendant la guerre civile, mais le les héritiers de Marie ont trouvé la maison chère comme un "éléphant blanc" à entretenir et à reconstruire, passant une longue période de temps abandonnée et détériorée jusqu'à sa vente en 1886 à M. Malcolm Tarth, un éminent chirurgien assoiffé d'avancement social qui s'est enrichi grâce aux chemins de fer, a ensuite fait entrer la maison dans l'âge d'or en tant que résidence de campagne, en la modernisant et en ajoutant de l'éclairage au gaz, des meubles importés d'Europe, des bains intérieurs, cuisines de dernière génération, et l'entrée pour les calèches avec accès au hall principal. Ce furent les meilleures années de Pembrooke mais en 1932, la famille Tarth fit faillite après avoir presque tout perdu en 1929 et la maison fut malheureusement saisie pour rembourser ses dettes, étant fermée jusqu'en 1940 lorsque M. Herbert Parysh, pauvre rêveur, a dépensé presque tout ce qu'il avait et a commencé une rénovation pour le transformer en maison de campagne, mais est mort de maladie avant de terminer. Depuis, la maison est restée fermée sous peine de démolition pour la construction d'une copropriété horizontale de standing.

PT: Inicialmente construída como uma "salt box" em 1812 como uma casa provisória para uma família de imigrantes holandeses ricos, a Pembrooke House foi residência de várias famílias, como o Sr. Jacob Thompson, que a perdeu para pagar dívidas de jogo, e da Viúva Sra. Mary Pembrooke, que entre 1847 e 1850, aumentou seu tamanho renovou seu estilo para a moda, adicionou a grande entrada com colunas e anexou a cozinha a casa principal, porem mais tarde acabou sendo parcialmente incendiada em 1865 durante a guerra civil, mas os herdeiros de Mary achavam a casa dispendiosa como um "elefante branco" para manter e reconstruir, passando um longo período abandonada e deteriorada até a sua venda em 1886 para o Sr. Malcolm Tarth, um proeminente médico cirurgião com sede de ascensão social que enriqueceu com as ferrovias, trouxe então a casa para a Idade Dourada como uma residência de campo, modernizando e acrescentando iluminação a gás, mobília trazida da Europa, banheiros internos, cozinha de última geração, e a entrada para carruagens com acesso ao salão principal. Foram os melhores anos de Pembrooke mas em 1932, a família Tarth faliu depois de perder quase tudo em 1929 e a casa infelizmente entrou na penhora dos bens para pagar as dívidas, ficando fechada até 1940, quando o Sr. Herbert Parysh pobre sonhador, gastou quase tudo o que tinha e iniciou uma reforma para convertê-la em um hotel-fazenda, mas faleceu doente antes de terminar. Desde então, a casa permanece fechada sob a ameaça de demolição para a construção de um condomínio horizontal de luxo.

[jamneuromain]

Do you have any age gap (legal OBV) stories to recommend about Steve Rogers or other CE characters?

Hi nonnie<3 Thanks for asking! Hehehe you've come to the right person for this ask :3

Since I don't really know whether you are asking for an age gap fic where Steve is older than Reader, or Reader older than Steve, so I'm gonna recommend a little bit of both <3

Steve Rogers age gap fics (where Steve is older than Reader):

Attached by @anika-ann: I literally wouldn't recommend any other fic before this one. It's funny, smutty, and full-on fluffy. It's an AU about the story between student!Reader and substitute Professor!Rogers. It doesn't specify how many years are there between Reader and Steve, but it's implied multiple times in the story.

The White Queen by Echoinsanity: This is the most amazing fic I've read regarding a Hydra!Reader and Captain America!Steve. It's about 87k and the author is currently writing the second part to this series :3

A litte bit of something else:

A Royal Scandal by @donutloverxo and LizzyGal: A Royalty AU with modern King!Steve and Chief of Staff!Reader. I would say the authors didn't specify about an age gap but I think it's a pleasant read :3

Steve Rogers fics (where Reader is older than Steve):

This is where @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates comes in :3

Teach Me How to be Good: Tutor!Reader and Student!Steve. Tutor is 25, hired by Steve's father to give Steve （18） some tutoring ...

It's All about the...: Sugar mommy!Reader and Stripper!Steve. Reader's friend pulled reader into a stripper club where she met Steve, who was desperate for money (and of course, everything that happened after

CEVANS Character fics (Andy/Ari/... older than Reader)

@oh-my-damn:

Highways and Heatstrokes (Trucker!Ari x Hitchhiker!Reader)

Diplomatic Negotiations (Teacher!Ari x Student!Reader)

Sweet Heartache (DA!Andy x Intern!Reader)

@ronearoundblindly:

Bedrock and Blueprints (Ari x Reader, best friend to lovers trope)

@onsunnyside:

Flamingo King (Trailer Park!Ari x Reader)

And also shamelessly my own :3

You Had Me Before Hello (College AU, Ari x Student!Reader)

Dancing in the Daydream (Professor!Andy x Student!Reader)

That being said, there are also a lot of pretty amazing stories from the writers I've reblogged from (tagged #jnmreads) and you can check their masterlist/works!

[youwouldntlietopapa]

First Impressions - Chapter 2

Rating: 18+

Features: Secondo x OC (Ophelia)

Tags: developing relationship, crush at first sight, brothers being brothers

(Also available on AO3)

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In the weeks that followed the meeting, it would have been more than fair to call Secondo distracted. Which was unusual for him. Unusual and uncomfortable. But he didn’t seem able to help himself. The headstrong Sister occupied every thought that he didn’t keep a tight hold on. Every time his mind wandered, it wandered back to her. The minor rush of chaos after she’d walked out of the meeting. The dozen emails he’d dealt with afterward. The hint of a smile and the fire in her eyes when she’d looked at him. 

He silently chastised himself again. It was foolishness. At best. A weakness was more like it. To let someone, anyone, consume his thoughts so completely after what could barely be called an introduction. She was one sibling among many. One woman among even more. He knew this without a doubt, he’d taken many of them into his bed. Why should this one be anything more? It was nothing he couldn’t master. Nothing that couldn’t be solved with one night to get it out of his system. And yet…

Weeks. It had been weeks. He hadn’t managed anything more than developing some rather embarrassing new habits. Wandering the grounds at lunch because he’d noticed she preferred to eat out there. Looking in on Choir practice as if it had ever been a priority before. Spending an ever increasing amount of time in the library, browsing the shelves that provided a view of her office. He didn’t need anyone to point out to him that his behaviour was verging on unhinged. Like some giant creep who was, by nature, as far from inconspicuous as a person could get. But when had his younger brother ever needed to be asked for his input?

“You are in here again??” Terzo said, too loudly for the quiet space. 

Secondo hissed in annoyance and moved further behind the shelf between him and her office door. “It is the library, idiota! Keep your voice down.”

He dropped his voice into a stage whisper that, frankly, wasn’t much better than his usual volume. “Oh so now we are quiet and spending all our time in here? Since when?”

“You think I am not allowed to come find my own books?” Secondo snapped back. 

“Allowed? Si. Willing? No.” Terzo smirked and looked over the shelf he was standing next to, plucking out a book and holding it up. “Rites and Rituals of the Blood Moon: Witchcraft of the womb and menstrual cycle? If this is your plans for her, I think maybe you take her to dinner first, fratello. Seems only polite.”

He grabbed the book from his little brother and smacked him with it. “Se hai qualcosa da dire, dillo e basta. Basta con queste sciocchezze.”

“What is there to say?” Terzo rubbed his arm where the book caught him. “I am not blind and you are not stupid. You follow her around like a… well not like the puppy. You are not so cute. Like a terrifying shadow. Standing outside her office, trying to look like you need a book so bad. Every day. For days.”

“You exaggerate.” He grunted unconvincingly. 

It was his turn to smack Secondo. “Since when are you so afraid to ask, ah?”

“I am not afraid!” 

“Oh, si? So you just act like a stalker as a new hobby?” He nodded toward Ophelia’s half open office door. “Maybe I ask her out first, since you don’t.”

Secondo’s expression hardened and he drew himself up to his full height, glaring down at his brother. “Farai quello che vuoi, come sempre, Terzo. La vuoi così tanto, prendila. Ce ne sono altri. Molti altri.” He growled deeply and pushed past him, storming out in a swirl of robes and anger. 

Terzo watched him go, a half formed apology dying on his tongue. It was a delicate balance, pushing him out of his comfort zone or getting him to confront his feelings. And Terzo, admittedly, wasn’t much of a delicate touch with those things. Still, the guilt twisted in his stomach, wondering if he’d managed to spoil the entire thing. He glanced back over at the new Sibling that had his brother so twisted in knots and sighed, weighing the chances that he’d end up dead if he meddled. 

At least Primo would protect him. Probably. 

Ophelia looked up from her work when he knocked, moving to stand when she saw who it was, but he waved for her to keep her seat. “How can I be of service, Papa?” She asked calmly. 

“Oh no, no. I don’t come here for business, Sorella. Only I realise there is a new sibling here, one who is very experienced in the Ministry. And I am failing in my duties to make her welcome.” He tsk-ed and shook his head, dropping into the chair across from her dramatically. “I don’t even introduce myself properly or ask your name.”

She stared back at him looking amused, even if she was holding back. “I can assure you, Papa Terzo, you need no introduction. Your reputation far exceeds you.”

He couldn’t help looking pleased with himself taking it as a great compliment. “Ah, but you don’t tell me your name, Sorella.”

“Ophelia.” She offered her hand. 

Terzo took it more delicately than the shake she’d offered, turning her hand to kiss it. “A pleasure, Ophelia. I hear you make an impression with Seestor when they offer to make you Imperatrix. And with my brother. I hope he is not the one who puts you off the idea. Usually I am the one for those meetings, but he says yes first this time.”

She chuckled softly and tactfully retrieved her hand. “No, not at all. I was very honoured he took the time from his day.” Her expression turned a bit suspicious. “Have you come to try and change my mind, Papa?”

“No! No, no, no. Nothing like this. On my life, Sorella.” He held up his hands in surrender. “The decision is yours and, if you don’t mind, I say it is impressive to say no when everyone is watching. Most people? They can’t do it. They crumble when the spotlight is on. Perhaps you teach me your tricks, ah? I am terrible at saying no.”

Her look stayed suspicious even as a smirk crept onto her lips. “So I have been told.”

Terzo blinked at her for a long moment, not quite sure he’d heard correctly. But no. No, he had definitely heard her. All at once, he tipped his head back and laughed. “I see now why Seestor doesn’t like you!”

“I suspect she has many reasons.” 

He waved away the comment like a fly. “That one has a list for all of us. I am near the top, I know. Consider it a badge of honour. She hates the best.”

Ophelia considered him for a moment, looking him over in a way that he wasn’t accustomed to. As if she could read him like a book. It was an odd position to be in but he tried to keep a calm expression. 

“May I be candid, Papa?”

“Of course.” He put on his best charming smile. 

“Are you trying to make a move? I don’t like to presume but, as I said, reputation.” Ophelia was blunt but not unkind. 

Terzo opened his mouth to reject the very idea, and then closed it immediately. Secondo, he thought, is doomed. “Can you blame me, Sorella?” 

“That depends.”

“On what?”

That amused look washed over her features again. “Are you doing it just to wind up your brother?”

“My….?” He paused. Satanas, she was a hard one. If not for Secondo, he might have tried his own luck sincerely. “Not just.” Terzo admitted. 

“Oh?”

He sighed and dropped the game, sitting back in his chair and eyeing her just as shrewdly. “You see him watching, si?”

“The tallest man in the Abbey, in his robes and paints, following me around at a distance?” She chuckled. “He would be very hard to miss.”

“But you don’t say anything to him?”

“It seemed impolite to interrupt him. Besides, all things come in their own time and I get the impression he’s not one to appreciate being hurried.” Ophelia said earnestly. “Is this to try and force his hand?”

“Maybe. A bit.” He had the good sense to look a little ashamed. “More I think… that I really don’t introduce myself properly when you come here. I don’t make the effort to meet you. And my brother is… he is a difficult man. But he is fragile. And if you tell him I say this, I deny it.”

She nodded and held up a hand. “My word, your secrets are safe with me.”

Terzo stared at her, weighing his options and how much he should say. He was probably a dead man anyway, if Secondo ever found out. “I don’t remember ever seeing him like this. I think maybe I should worry. But he won’t listen, no matter what I say, so I think to talk to you. Make sure you don’t take advantage. That this is not some kind of game you play with him.” He shrugged. “He is a pain in my ass, but he is my brother.”

Ophelia stared back, giving equal weight to her words. “I don’t play games. Certainly not like that. Certainly not with him.”

There was nothing in her tone that left any room for doubt. He nodded once sharply, content with her answer. “Maybe it is you I need to warn in that case.”

“Warn?” Her eyebrow quirked up. 

“I tell you, he is a difficult man, my brother. And not easier because he is interested.” He smirked without any real humour. “Maybe worse because he is interested.”

For the first time since he’d sat down, her eyes drifted away from him. Focused on nothing. Her expression settled into something more pensive. “Are you trying to force his hand or run me off, Papa?”

“No.” He said gently. “Only I know him better than anyone, I think. And I know he is bad at wanting. Worse at having. Terrible at keeping. I try to keep him safe, but you need also to know before you walk face first into that wall.”

Ophelia looked back at him. “He’s very lucky to have someone like you on his side.” 

Terzo snorted. “Maybe you tell him this, ah? I don’t think he believes it from me.”

“Well, if you’ve gone to this much effort on his behalf, I can only think he must be worth the trouble. And I will keep what you’ve said in mind.” She considered him again and, again, he felt uncomfortably seen. “Posso chiederti come mai eri così sicuro che fossi interessato a ricambiare?”

He blinked at her a few times, not anticipating the switch. “Ho sbagliato?”

She chuckled softly. “No.”

“Non sono poi così male nel leggere le persone, sorella. Oltretutto lavori negli archivi. Pensavo fossi bravo a maneggiare cose vecchie, danneggiate e fragili.”

Ophelia tipped her head back and laughed in a refreshingly unaffected way. “Se questo è un tentativo di ottenere riparazioni gratuite, ti faccio pagare per il lavoro nascosto, Papa."

“Oh no, Sorella.” He assured with a wink. “I don’t think all the glue and tape in the world is enough to fix this antique. We only try to maintain.” 

“Conservation it is.” 

“I do ask one favour.” Terzo looked at her seriously. 

She nodded once. “How may I be of service, Papa?”

“Don’t tell him I talk to you. I prefer not to die like that.”

“You have my word.”

Terzo caught her hand once more, kissing it, careful to avoid leaving his paints on her skin. “Grazie, Sorella. Sono in debito con te.”

With that, he stood and slipped back out of her office. Leaving Ophelia staring at his empty chair, wondering what in all the depths of hell she’d gotten herself into.

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“Se hai qualcosa da dire, dillo e basta. Basta con queste sciocchezze.” = If you have something to say, just say it. Enough of this foolishness.

“Farai quello che vuoi, come sempre, Terzo. La vuoi così tanto, prendila. Ce ne sono altri. Molti altri.” = You will do what you want, as always, Terzo. You want her so bad, take her. There are others. Many others.

“Posso chiederti come mai eri così sicuro che fossi interessato a ricambiare?” = Can I ask why you were so sure that I was interested in reciprocating?

“Ho sbagliato?” = Was I wrong?

“Non sono poi così male nel leggere le persone, sorella. Oltretutto lavori negli archivi. Pensavo fossi bravo a maneggiare cose vecchie, danneggiate e fragili.” = I'm not too bad at reading people, Sister. Besides, you work in the archives. I thought you'd be good at handling old, damaged, fragile things.

“Se questo è un tentativo di ottenere riparazioni gratuite, ti faccio pagare per il lavoro nascosto, Papa." = If this is an attempt to get free repairs, I charge for under the table work, Papa.

“Grazie, Sorella. Sono in debito con te.” = Thank you, Sister. I am in your debt.

[lunamagicablu]

Se non puoi essere un pino in cima alla collina, sii un arbusto nella valle, ma sii il miglior, piccolo arbusto accanto al ruscello; sii un cespuglio, se non puoi essere un albero. Se non puoi essere un cespuglio, sii un filo d’erba, e rendi più lieta la strada; se non puoi essere un luccio, allora sii solo un pesce persico: ma il persico più vivace del lago! Non possiamo essere tutti capitani, dobbiamo essere anche equipaggio, C’è qualcosa per tutti noi qui, ci sono grandi compiti da svolgere e ce ne sono anche di più piccoli, e quello che devi svolgere tu è li, vicino a te. Se non puoi essere un’autostrada, sii solo un sentiero, se non puoi essere il sole, sii una stella; Non è grazie alle dimensioni che vincerai o perderai: sii il meglio di qualunque cosa tu possa essere. (Douglas Malloch) ************************** If you can't be a pine tree on top of the hill, be a shrub in the valley, but be the best, little shrub beside the stream; be a bush, if you cannot be a tree. If you can't be a bush, be a blade of grass, and make the road happier; if you can't be a pike, then just be a perch: but the liveliest perch on the lake! We can't all be captains, we must also be crew, There's something for all of us here, there are big tasks to do and there are also smaller ones, and what you have to do is there, close to you. If you can't be a highway, just be a path, if you cannot be the sun, be a star; It is not thanks to size that you will win or lose: be the best of whatever you can be. (Douglas Malloch)