#i hate the english with a passion but….

[hypnzo]

Unspoken feeling; I miss you.

Isagi x Reader : !! Fluff !! English is not my first language !! Possible mischaracterization !!

Isagi has been a friend of yours since the very first week of highschool. It was tough and maybe just a bit rough around the edges—after all, highschool can be overwhelming, especially if you have no clue on what you're doing. Nonetheless, Isagi was there to help soften out your nerves whenever you're feeling anxious about something. Whether it was exam weeks or when you dozed off out of exhaustion and completely forgot to do the homework that was assigned yesterday.

No denying it, Isagi was a soccer enthusiast, his driven passion towards the sport can be a bit contagious from time to time. Isagi offered to teach you some basics, but.. you refused, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment. Isagi was a bit disappointed but he didn't let it linger for long.

Whenever you're not overly piled up with school work, you'd be around the audience surrounding the field, blending in as you watch Isagi dribble his way through his opponents, striking out a point as his teammates jumped him in support for scoring a point in for the team. The smile that beamed on his face was unmistakable every time he spots you in the crowd, never failing to give you a wave.

Though ever since that finals, where he instinctively passed the ball to his teammate, it... unfortunately, resulted in a loss. Isagi was pretty bummed out, especially since they were so close to winning. You tried your best to comfort Isagi, even if you weren't exactly the best with comforting people when it came to sports, but you knew this was his passion and so you tried your best to be there for him.

“Thanks for being here,” Isagi sighed, sniffling his words though no tears were visible, but his disappointment was very clear. “I just wished I never passed the ball. We were so close to the win, I wonder what would've changed if I just decided to shoot it instead and be selfish,” Isagi's words poured out before he closed his eyes and just sighed. “Sorry about that. I just.. got frustrated. I should be heading back home now.” Before he could fully turn around, he stopped for a second after realizing the time, “..Uh, would you wish for me to accompany you on the way, or..?”

“It's no problem. I can handle myself. Still though,” giving him a pat on the back, a small, thankful smile creeped through the corner of his lips, “I'm still proud of you, okay? Anyway, yeah.. you should go get back home. I can go on my own.” Isagi smiled, quietly muttering out a small "Thank you" but it was hearable enough for me to crack out a smile. “Goodbye.”

It's been months since I saw Isagi. I should've known that that would've been our final goodbye. I wish I asked him to stay just a bit longer. As much as I hate to admit it, I miss him. I miss the way he laughs and the way his smile reached those blue eyes of his.

With a sigh, I sat on the couch, turning on the TV, I wasn't expecting much since it was probably just gonna be some repeated news from yesterday... Well, as I watched, my hand pressed the remote by accident. I didn't mean to skip the channel, but I was stunned in my seat.

The sports channel.. Isagi? Is that him? Well.. there's really no mistaking that blue-haired color of his and that hairstyle? That was just so Isagi. But where has he gone to? You're telling me he's been gone for months, hasn't attended school, and.. now you're saying apparently he's now on TV? Fulfilling his dreams? ...Well, not that I'd get ahold of that, I'm still hella proud of him, but that doesn't mask out my confusion as to where he has gone to. Surely if he was a star he would've dropped out by now, right? Would he..? I mean...

At least he's alive.

Watching the game, you were a bit surprised by the thrill and anxiety you're feeling through out the game. Whenever his team got ahold of the ball, you can't help but silently cheer for them inside your head. You couldn't help but jump out of the seat after Isagi managed to break the tie just before the timer runs out, marking a winning place on their record against Japan!

You decided to chat him hours after the match ended. You readback through your chats together, and well.. It felt like you've been ghosted, but you decided to shoot your shot anyway congratulating as you silently crossed your finger together, hoping he'd respond, cause.. it'd be really awkward if he just leaves you on delievered...

“Hey Isagi, I saw your match earlier against Japan! Congratulations!! Proud of youu like alwayss” a chat popped up and rang on his phone. It has been forever since he's gotten contact with others.. Blue lock was.. hell, at best, but at least they've got their break! The moment he got back his phones, your chats were immediately the ones he noticed, panicking as he typed, realizing he completely forgot to tell you all about it! “Hey!! thank you! im so sorry for leaving you without an explanation. i completely forgot to tell you all about it!!”

“I'm back now and i wont go back soon. Maybe we could meet up? sorry again!” You received the message without fail, feeling relieved that at least he was aware, apologized, and.. well, alive.

Remembering that one ice cream stand you both often went to after school dismissal, you planned on maybe going there with him. Could there be a better place? Definitely. Did you even have enough money to go there? ...Not really. It's really not like you have any allowances left after every commute on the way, and.. greeting a friend you haven't seen in months in an ice cream stand nearby your school wasn't exactly the best place to do that, but hey! It counts! Plus, it's not like Isagi is all that picky anyway...

“Sure, do you mind meeting up with that one ice cream stand? The one that we always go to every school dismissal?” Honestly, you couldn't help but wonder if he still even remembers it. How many months have passed by, anyway? Surely wherever he went through wouldn't affect his memories like that, would it?

“Sure alright :) lets go there” you couldn't help but feel giddy as you read his reply. It was a short text yet it was still very him. At least he didn't seem to change despite all those months.

Isagi waved a hand, the one you always remember whenever he'd see you anywhere on campus. Whether that'd be you watching his game, school dismissal, or when you both pass by each other in the hallway. Perhaps it could've been those months you've been missing him, but you couldn't help but just hug him—you didn't mean for it to be emotional, yet here we are.

Isagi was a bit startled when he felt your hands envelop him, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, but slowly melted into it. “Hello, I'm.. uh, sorry again for.. forgetting to inform you," he says as you both pulled away from the embrace.

“It's alright. I mean, I was a bit worried, but you know.. you're back, you still know me, so.. I'm not entirely mad,” you say, hinting out a light-hearted tone to ease up the emotional tension that you accidentally brought into the hug.

Isagi smiled and chuckled as you both walked beside each other, shoulders touching, the air was light and it felt nice to feel his presence beside you. It gave off the very same comfort of your first meeting—the one that soothed your nerves and your anxiousness whenever things get a bit stressful.

Chattering out some laughters and stories, Isagi couldn't help but smile whenever he looks at them. He's been gone for months and while that probably wasn't all that long for some people, to him? It was. It felt longer than expected, he couldn't scratch away the feeling if time just slowed down during his time in Blue Lock or if it was because time just seems to tick slower to bore him out due to the lack of presence of his.. “friend”.

As they ordered some ice creams, Isagi couldn't help but get his heart to admit how much he missed this. He missed them. A lot. It wasn't just this whole ice cream thing, it was them—it wouldn't feel the same if they weren't here. Isagi quirks up a smile, feeling giddy, as he listened to them ramble about everything he's missed—not that he'd cared, after all, the very thing he missed the most was already in front of him, so he couldn't really care less about anything else. But if it meant getting to hear their voice and thoughts? He all in for it.

As the hours go by, they both take a stroll under the lowering sun as the stars slowly start to appear in the orange hue sky. Both may have realized, but neither of them would mention the way their pinky intertwined with each other...

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

[crtter]

Why, that’s my main man Louis XVI! We all know him. You know, married Marie Antoinette, helped with the American Revolution War, lost his head during the French Revolution… Louisville in Kentucky is named after him! I like this portrait. It has him wearing his coronation robes. Very snazzy. It wasn’t painted at the time of his coronation though. He was 19 when he ascended to the throne after his grandfather, Louis XV, died from smallpox. He got a different portrait of him painted then. This is a later piece, from the 1780s, if I’m not mistaken. I think he’s in his mid-thirties here.

Anyway, his non-king name was Louis Auguste, he was born in August 23, 1754 and he has never caught a single break in his life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, in the greater scheme of things the French Revolution was a net positive for the world. Like, my country could still be a colony to this day if Napoleon hadn’t ascended to the throne and scared the king of Portugal into going hiding in Brazil. But you can’t help but feel a little sorry for the guy. Nothing ever went his way!

To start off, he was never meant to be king at all and, in his heart, he’d probably would rather have been anything else. His father was the next in the line of succession, and after him, it would be his older brother, who his family like, HEAVILY favored over him and didn’t even try to hide it. This meant he didn’t get nearly as good of an education as his brother did, getting stuck with an elderly, very conservative tutor who mostly only taught him religion and morals. But his brother would die at only nine years old (Louis was six then) from a bone infection after a bad fall from being pushed a little too hard while roughhousing with his friends. Then his father would die as well, of tuberculosis, when he was eleven, and his mother would follow a bit over a year later, having fallen into a deep depression after her husband’s death. So most of his immediate family drops dead and Louis becomes heir to the throne. Turns out he couldn’t have done so in worst circumstances: he inherited a lot of debt from his predecessors, had to deal with the repercussions of an unusually harsh winter that destroyed crops all over France and he just didn’t have a single authoritarian bone in his body.

It’s not like he was unintelligent. Much to the contrary, actually: he taught himself how to speak Italian, Spanish and English (the latter, reportedly, because he loved ships and navigation and he wanted to read Captain James Cook’s memoirs and Robinson Crusoe in the language they were originally written), had his own personal library, mastered advanced calculus and was and passionate about cartography, clockmaking and locksmithing. He was far from a tyrant or out of touch with his people either. He liked to secretly visits poor families in person and give them money that had been reserved for his own personal expenses, often took decisions that were the opposite of what was advised to him because, in his own words, “it might not be what’s best for the country but it’s what the people want and I want people to like me”, and held progressive values for a man of his time, passing or at least attempting to pass laws prohibiting the persecution of religious minorities, abolishing torture, serfdom and the death penalty.

So, why did Louis XVI die in the way he did? There were a lot of factors, of course. One of them is just because he was a symbol of the monarchy that had been plunging the country into more and more debt for the past 100 years, but a key one was that he was just awfully indecisive. It was it hard for him to make important decisions as quickly as he should and easy for him to be persuaded by other people of what he should do, which made for some pretty inconsistent, often poor results. He also hated attracting attention to himself so he refused getting statues and paintings made to celebrate his accomplishments, which made the public largely unaware of the good things he did while VERY aware of his shortcomings, real and imagined, because political cartoon artists had a field day with him and his wife. His contemporaries also thought of him as kind of uncouth and not very bright due to the fact he was shy and awkward. He was a bad public speaker, prone to going into uncomfortable silences mid-conversation and had a hard time looking people in the eye, which gave him an uncharismatic reputation. But, most importantly, Louis just… didn’t fight back. He was chronically insecure. Eager for approval. He could’ve easily thwarted the initial revolts with his personal army but he felt like raising weapons against his own people was as unforgivable as doing so against his own children. So he made a point to forbid his men from attacking the revolutionaries and to try and talk it out with them and give in to their demands, eventually even letting himself and his family to be taken into house arrest to Paris.

More things happen after that, but the gist of it is, even though Louis was technically in decent terms with the revolutionaries and on board with being stripped of all his power and becoming a constitutional monarch, even writing to his brothers to demand that they do not try anything counterrevolutionary and that he didn’t need their help, he felt like a prisoner and that his children were being mistreated. So he and Marie Antoinette decided to take a leap of faith and flee Paris to cross the Austrian border. The thing is, Louis genuinely thought that the revolutionary efforts were concentrated in Paris and that people elsewhere still liked him and would support his decision to escape. He was VERY wrong about that. They were eventually recognized and apprehended because, well. Louis’ face was literally on the money and someone eventually went “Wait a minute… don’t I know this guy from somewhere?”. The people were shocked by his betrayal and secret plotting with foreigners to escape given that he had previously seemed so cooperative. So he and his family are put in an actual prison this time, and he’s eventually tried for high treason and crimes against the state. By then he knows he’s cooked and that he’s going to be killed but he seems oddly resigned to it. I guess he just gave up.

Later on when his lawyer and former minister goes to tell him, in tears, that he has indeed, been convicted to death he just thanks him for his hard work and tells him that “We’ll meet again in a happier life!” One of the last things he said at all, on the way to the scaffold, was asking if there have been any news of the La Pérouse expedition lately. which was this version of the Captain Cook expeditions of his he had organized a few years before it all went to shit. Funny little man, he was. He was scared of cats because he got a nasty scratch on the butt from his grandfather’s cat as a child, but he dutifully took care of this very cat until the day it died after his grandfather’s passing. He liked to stealthily make his way out of windows and climb on the roofs of the palace of Versailles at night to hunt for nocturnal animals. His favorite horses were named Escargot and Desiré.

I can do this trick with some other VERY random subjects too. Someone look up “French king”, get the first picture you see out of Google Images and show it to me on this post. Don’t give me a name. Just the picture or a link to the picture. I’m going to either awe you or creep you out. No middle ground.

[refridgerators]

i love the phrase ”singing praises”. what a beautiful combination of words. the word ’singing’ is often used for the act of singing (preforming songs or tunes with one’s voice by making musical sounds with the voice) but here it is only used to makes the word ’praise’ (express approval or gratitude) seem like such a musical word. like an art form. ’singing’ in this context can also be seen to be used because praising someone is seen as an art. it can go both ways.

[okitanoniisan]

Some thoughts & speculation about RGG8 gaiden or """pirate yakuza in hawaii"""

[jimmyspades]

[soloisfine]

Just lived through the experience of vaguely remembering a sentence along the lines of "if we have to die, we should live to the fullest" and trying to determine where it came from

The problem is, since I more or less know three languages, I could not for the life of me understand in which one I learned that phrase and so I kept suffering until I managed to grasp the source of the phrase in my memories

And the main clownery of it all? It was neither of these three languages. It was from Mozart, L'Opéra Rock (Vivre à en crever) which is in fucking french that I only know as well as a couple of years I studied it at school could give me

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

okay i actually might drop out of school to become a plane mechanic im being for realzies this time

[scrawlingwithstyle]

I need to vent because essays make me inordinately angry

I'm in the middle of my first essay for my basic composition class, which I've already failed once, and I have to redo the entire essay from square one because my thesis "doesn't take a proper stance" on the assigned issue.

Here's my problem. Our prompt is, more or less, "Should teachers give some students extra leniency because their lives are hard?" The options are "No, every student should be held to the same standard, regardless of their situations," and "Yes, we need to level the playing ground to make it fair." Equality vs. Equity and all that.

My brain has decided both of those answers are bullshit and the Real answer is you can have your cake and eat it too.

Unfortunately, this means my response, which is "Professors should offer a small amount of grace to all students, rather than singling certain students out," is not a valid response.

And unfortunately for me, the way my brain works is that I'm Not Allowed to lie. If I lie, it's obvious that I don't believe it.

I've been told a few times, "English is easy! Anything can be the right answer if you back it up properly!" That's bullshit because it doesn't apply to argumentative essays. If it did, I could keep my thesis and essay how they are.

No. Math is easy. Math is objective. Math has One Problem and One Answer. (Even the ones with more than one answer have a single way to write that answer.) Math makes sense.

English? Essays? Every new assignment has new rules, and it's all arbitrary bullshit. It's subjective, and it's stupid.

[thecranewivesrpf]

everyone wish me luck for my exams 😭

[meatmensch]

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[quaalussy]

the last push i needed to realize i wanna change my major is the prof walking into my social determinants of health class and going omg i havent seen most of you since covid its so nice to see ur smiling faces without the masks

[fire-eyed-raven]

I wish people who write anti ship posts won't put it in the main tag.

Please have some decency and manners.

Tags are created for filtering content and curating your online experience.

Putting anti ship post in the ship tag ( and not sensoring it in the post itself) is a disrespect to your fellow social platform users.

It creates an unnecessary drama in the fandom and in fact is a biting. Because it would rouse a direct response from someone who is emotional about a topic. And many people are because well, it's a fandom, we are here because we are emotional about it.

Putting anti posts in a main ship tag is a very childish behavior.

I would know. Because I used to be like that 5 years ago and I'm embarrassed of that. I outgrew it since then.

Still hate the ship. Still hate the character. But I don't post my hate or dislike in the main tags anymore.

Because I'm an adult and I do understand that we are all responsibile for curating our own online experience but if people do not agree to use instruments intended for it correctly it nullifies all the effort we put in it.

When you mistag your post it ruins recomendation algorithms. And posts and blogs get reccomended to people even if they blocked the tag.

The block function is not good enough as it is. Please don't make it work even worse than it does now.

Can we please respect each other and have some fandom culture on this site.

Thank you.

[thefabelmans2022]

like no offense but the people who make fun of how jeremy strong talks are telling on themselves in such a serious way like someone just made fun of him for using the word PRIMAL. read a fucking BOOOKKKK

[babaroqa]

i hate you i hate you i hate you

[pekodayz]

im gonna be honest. these art classes r some of the only college classes that have stuck with me

[milo-is-rambling]

Who was gonna tell me that reading is fun sometimes