#im bawling in the spain

[carelessflower]

okay DAMN okay eeshu you keep hurting me STAPH this is meant as a kiki crack post why you gotta ANGST I CANT BELIEVE

now magnus make alec believe he cant pursue long term romance alec just gonna turn to short term one night stand

// This is part II. Read part I here.

They decide 8 pm for dinner but it’s 9:30 already and Alec is nowhere to be seen.

Jace smirks knowingly while Izzy hides behind a sympathetic smile.

Magnus tries not to groan internally at how obvious the Lightwood siblings are. It’s not like anyone is actively trying to hide this from Magnus, not that anyone possibly could—considering how public Alec is with his new found obsession.

With one-night stands.

It’s so unlike Alec that the first time Magnus heard of it, he almost believed that Alec is possessed. Magnus even goes so far as to check Alec’s entire body to see if someone has cursed him.

But that’s not the case.

Alec is doing this completely out of his own choice.

And Magnus can’t blame him. It’s his stupid fuxking plan to ruin all of Alec’s date that has led Alec to this.

God, he’s a fucking idiot.

It’s 9:45 when Alec finally arrives at Taki’s for their dinner.

“Hi, sorry I got stuck with something,” he apologises the second he arrives.

Clary and Simon grin like kids because they are.

“Stuck with something or someone?” Jace quips and Alec hides a blush.

Magnus winces at the words and stares at his glass of wine. He orders another bottle—for himself.

“Shut up and eat,” Alec hits Jace on the shoulder, lightly.

It’s not that Alec is hiding this from specifically but it makes sense—it’s weird if Alec is open about this to him.

Nephilim only love once. I’ve had my one Magnus. It doesn’t get better than that.

That was four months ago and Magnus can still feel the soft touch on his cheeks. It’s the last time Alec has been close to him and every part of Magnus aches and wants to rip itself apart.

He loves Alec so much.

And Magnus misses him more than he can ever love him.

It’s just cruel how this is happening to them—not that Magnus thinks there’s a them left.

It’s just Alec and his string of hook-ups and both of their broken hearts.

The dinner continues with laughter and stupid jokes from all of them.

“I could have easily taken that hoard of demons,” Clary states.

“Stop talking like Jace,” Simon reprimands her.

Alec gets lost somewhere in this conversation before Izzy nudges him.

“You okay?” She asks worriedly.

Alec nods.

“When are you going to stop doing this?”

The conversation isn’t meant for anyone but the two siblings but Magnus can’t do anything but eavesdrop.

“Do what?”

“These stupid hook-ups. This isn’t you, Alec.”

Alec lets out a dry laugh. “This is me, now.”

“Alec—“

“Would you rather I be alone for the rest of my life?”

Izzy’s face contorts in pain and she whispers, “Are you telling me that you’re not alone, right now?”

Something flashes in Alec’s eyes and he looks at Magnus.

They look into each other’s eyes for some time and all Magnus wants is to keep on doing that.

Alec looks exactly like he used to and completely different at the same time.

There’s something so unhinged about him—like he’s given up, stopped caring.

Not about other people. But about himself.

It breaks Magnus’s heart in two.

“I tried the dating thing. It did not work out, Iz. What more do you want from me?” Alec pleads.

Izzy turns and glares at him then.

Fuck.

She knows.

She knows that Magnus is behind the failed dates.

“Those guys sucked Alec. You dodged a bullet right there,” she says instead of telling him the truth and it leaves Magnus baffled.

She stops Magnus when they’re all leaving.

“Fix this.”

He takes three seconds to decide if he should pretend he has no idea what she’s talking about but he fails.

“Fix what?”

“Fix my brother’s heart.”

He wants to scoff because Alec’s heart is Magnus’s heart.

They are the same thing to him.

They are both hurting currently.

“I don’t know how-to.”

Izzy glares. “How about you start by telling him that you fucked up the dates and that he’s not unlovable.”

Magnus looks down, ashamed. “Why haven’t you told him, if you know?”

Her face softens at that, “because I know you. I know you got hurt by Alec. But I also know that you’re not doing this to hurt him back.”

He himself doesn’t know why he’s doing this.

“Why do you think I did it then?”

“Because you love him. And you’re an idiot,” Izzy says simply.

He opens his mouth to say something but stops mid-way.

He wants Alec back but for some reason he can’t

They both love each—there’s no doubt about it.

But he doesn’t know if he can trust Alec again. Or even himself.

He’s not sure if he will be able to be more honest and open with Alec this time around—centuries of habit is not easy to break.

And Alec deserves better.

They deserve better.

“I can’t.” He tells Isabelle, and gets so much disappointed in return.

Magnus gets it.

He is disappointed in himself too.

[saltycharacters]

Can I be livid for a sec? Ive spent all these years in the pandemic being one of the few doin my part, vaccinating as much as possible and social distancing and wearing masks everywhere and not even leaving the house unless absolutely necessary. A sisyphean attempt to do literally anything about the spread of covid, because so few even care to do the bare minimum at this point. So I have to sit and watch while this small group of people on this godforsaken Earth are giving up opportunities and funtimes left and right to protect our loved ones, and the immunocompromised, and ourselves and everyone else, while the selfish majority don't give a shit and literally do whatever they want, passing strains of covid amongst themselves like its a game of hot potato and. Usually I can ignore any pings of jealousy and reassure myself that at LEAST. There's one less vector to spread the illness, and that keeps at least those around me safe, and I continue finding enjoyment in safe and quarantine-approved ways, but.

Today I got a text message from my dad, which is not unusal in itself, but opening it I realized it was a photo of my abuela. Sitting across the table from my dad in her rustic little house in spain, in the rustic little village that I've visited every summer for most of my childhood. The place I've considered my favorite on earth for most of my life and that I've held in my heart so fondly that nearly every night, I dream about being there again. The place I haven't been to in years as part of the many sacrifices I've taken to combat the pandemic. And yet my dad, part of the selfish and skeptical majority, took the risk without a second thought and unceremoniously come into contact with the disease-spreading, equally uncatious masses at the airport, sat in a largely un-masked airplane for 11 hours and is now having supper with family I've been trying to protect this whole tine. He doesn't consider whether he'll bring covid to them first before bringing it to his family back in the US, he doesn't think about the likleyhood of grandma, nearing her 90's, being able to survive such an ailment, and I just know that he will not give the fact that he couldve spread covid more to the hundreds of other people a second thought. He'll sleep soundly in my favorite room, he'll have fun in my favorite places, and he'll see my favorite people all while being so in-denial about the pandemic that his conciousness will remain clean the entire trip. And this time I'm dizzy with jealousy and rage, I'm sad and homesick and frustrated and worst of all, I can't express any of my feelings to my dad or mom or any family because they'll just laugh at me for being so paranoid and tell me to come over anyway. I'm not sure I'll ever see my beloved Requena ever again, nor any of my family nor resident friends because it seems that almost everyone in the world has forgotten that we're still in a pandemic, yet those self-entitled enough to participate in this collective amnesia can have fun and do whatever without a thought for the consequences they bring. I'll be huddled at home with thise large, gaping, emotional hole in my chest while people like Dad continue on like nothing's ever happened and we all have to suffer for it. It's not fair. I'm so close to tears, I'm just. So devistated and heartbroken. If you don't do your part to quarantine to the best of your ability and practice basic pandemic saftey when out, I hate you. You're awful and I hate you.

[wosobronze]

https://www.tumblr.com/wosobronze/758347717434015745/im-straight-up-bawling-rn-i-cant-whyd-she

I BETTER NOT SEE ANYONE BLAMING HER FOR THE LOSS

She has been spain’s best this tournament and no doubt this moment will haunt her. Not the time to make stupid comments

no one should be blaming anyone, it’s a team game and alexia has been amazing for spain. worried for cata tho and the response she could get from some haters💔💔

[fawnsflowerbed]

Hiii! I've been trying to find a blog that could execute this well n I feel like you'll slay hehe. I was wondering if I could get a leon x reader with it being angst to fluff? :3 I'm a sucker for happy endings/things being fixed omg. I was wondering if you could create a oneshot/scenario where leon and the reader are arguing or something (you can decide what they're arguing about or if it starts out where things are fine then leads to that) and it escalates to him raising his voice a little which makes the reader burst into tears? And he's just kinda like 'omg why did I do that im so stupid' and so the fluff comes in with him apologizing and making up for it n stuff. (I'm a really sensitive n emotional person, so any slight raise of tone, I'm gonna bawl n hide in my room 😭) I was hoping you could also kinda make the reader like literal sunshine x leon type beat, bc I'm a v extroverted n outgoing enfp 💪🏻💪🏻

Also it'd be re4 leon! (Remake him is just so...) n please make it as long as you want, if you can! The more the merrier hehehe 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Ahhhh yes!!!! We love some re4 boy with a large heaping of angst to fluff!!!

After a slip up during a mission, Leon finds out that shouting at his sunshine often leads to rain. Luckily enough, he’s willing to bring an umbrella next time.

Word count: 2,472

Warnings/content: GN reader, 2nd person (you, yours), re4 Leon, swearing, overall angst but sweet ending.

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“So, you wanna explain what that was?” Leon’s jacket was tossed halfway across the room as you entered his apartment - your apartment. He was upset. Both of you were upset. But him especially. You could tell because he had his ‘agent Kennedy’ voice on. The one he used when the rookies fucked up.

“I don’t know, I was just-”

You were fighting with your own tongue and teeth to get your answer out. Leon wasn’t usually an angry person. Not towards you, anyway. But you’d slipped up on your last assignment - a hunt in Annecy, France. Despite being new to the DSO and still getting your footing, you’d been partnered up with your boyfriend for the latest mission. Thanks to his exceptional reputation and overall cool under pressure attitude after the incident in Spain, it wasn’t new for him to teach the rookies the ropes.

You’d both under anticipated just how many bioterrorists and B.O.Ws there would be, though. Backed into a corner with one bullet in the gun. All out of grenades, too.

“Fall back and wait at the drop off area, I’ll stay and cover you. Do not approach any of the hostiles. Got it?” He’d said, readily gripping at his knife.

You’d nodded silently.

But you’d found an opening while sprinting down one of the stone paved alleyways, catching a quick glimpse at someone coming up behind Leon as his back was turned. Sure, he could hold himself in a fight. But he looked outnumbered. Tense. You’d acted on instinct instead of backing away like he’d strictly ordered you too. A quick bullet through their skull threw their body into the clean bricks of the building, now stained with crimson red and organ splatter.

But then they all turned to you. Somehow cognitively realised you were weaker and significantly smaller than Leon - who’d now found ammo in a corpse’s pocket. You could see it behind their fogged pupils, the way they fixated on you like predators at prey.

That’s when you got jumped.

You sighed out a little to keep your composure. Your own jacket was now discarded, although in a more civil matter as you’d hung it on the coat rack next to the front door. “I was just trying to help.” It was all you could really say. It was the truth, but it still didn’t feel like enough.

“You trying to help almost put you and a lot of other people in danger. You know that right?” Hasty hands undoing the straps on his tactical gloves, he didn’t look at you. He just tossed them next to his fur lined corduroy jacket as he lectured on.

You exhaled shakily, your own hands reaching down to undo the laces on your thick leather boots. At this point you felt at a loss for words.“Of course I do but-”

He finally turned to look at you, to face you with that stoic look he often wore during interrogations. You were caught up in your own questioning, it seemed. But this time he didn’t want to get any information out of you. He wanted you to listen. “If we hadn't gotten back-up reinforcements, the blood would’ve been on our hands Y/N. What if that horde got out into the street?”

Frustration began bubbling up into your spine. “I get it, okay?”

“I don’t think you do.” Leon turned his gaze to the side for just a moment with a head shake. He closed his eyes, sighed, and then spoke once more as if contemplating his next words. “Director Winston was right, you’re not cut out for the field yet.”

Your brows furrowed in shock. You’d worked hard to get on the field, and now it felt like it was all for nothing. “What? Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not. You disobeyed a superior. If I didn’t make that clean shot when you were jumped we would’ve both been killed.”

“But we weren’t, and that’s what matters!”

“It was too close of a call.”

“And what, that makes me incompetent?”

Those soft baby blue eyes had sunk into nothing but loud thoughts turning into louder words.

His demeanor finally snapped in half, breaking his vow of stone as he threw his hands out in anger. “It makes you a liability!”

You flinched back at his words and volume. Especially the volume, the way his voice suddenly swept into a boom that hit every wall around you, as if making it shake. His voice was so loud that it actually felt like the room shook, and that scared you so badly. In a way it made your ribs jitter in an instant. Made that familiar sting behind your eyes begin crawling up on you as you stared at him in nothing short of shock.

Shock, and potential fear.

Dead silence.

Conflicting emotions were rising and rising, hands now beginning to shake as tears formed in your eyes. Your expression was nothing short of devastated, a hand reaching up to cover your mouth as if you were to scream. But no noise came out.

It all hit you at once.

And Leon noticed it too.

“Fuck, no- love I didn’t-”

You were gone before he could finish his sentence. Quick, hectic steps through a haze of welling tears. You heard him take a step from behind you, as if he were about to go after you, before hesitating. He didn’t know whether to run or give you space. To hold you and apologise profusely, or sit quietly next to you just so you knew he was there.

He knew you were a sensitive soul behind a joyful exterior. This little dancing sunbeam in his life. Sunbeam who pressed kisses to his chin in the kitchen as he sat waiting in front of the warming coffee machine. Sunbeam, who went along with his playful banter before leaving for a mission. Sunbeam who hummed little songs to themselves as they brushed their teeth. That squealed out and laughed when he swept them up. That kissed him with every ounce of love they had to offer. That made him feel alive again after years of misery.

Sunbeam who grinned at him when they finally passed their physical examination, securing their position in the D.S.O.

But he’d seen how you flinched back when Director Winston was disciplining some poor rookie.

That should’ve been his first sign. A sign of your sensitivity to that side of people, that anger.

You were shutting the bedroom door behind you and locking it before he could contemplate it any longer. As soon as the lock flicked you were slumping against the nearest wall, hand pressed up against your mouth to try and calm down. But like a drain pipe bursting, it all hit you in a tidal wave. Knocked the wind from your lungs as you sobbed out lowly, almost choking as if sinking into the salty current of a whirlpool. Part of you still tried shushing your blubbering, tried silencing every bawl from leaking eyes and a quivering bottom lip. You didn’t want him to feel guilty.

But fuck, what he’d said. How he’d said it. How loud he’d been.

It hit you where it hurt.

So you balled up against the clean painted walls of your bedroom, probably just as clean as the ones in France before being splattered with bioweapon blood. Eyes now scrunched shut to try in a feeble attempt to block that thought out. So with limp hands and shaken bones, you stripped out of your mission gear and got into a soft sweater with some comfortable sweatpants. Suitable depression attire, as you’d usually call it in your mocking nature. But now you were burying your nose into the green fabric of the jumper, watching your tears seep stains into the woven threading. You resumed your usual spot against the wall, and as soon as your back pressed against it the tears started up again.

Not even a second later there was three soft raps against the wood of the door. No word spoken, just a knock. A silent question that you eventually answered, hopping up on your knees to click the lock out of its place before slumping back down. Your head hung back to rest at the wall, eyes closed as your eyes kept weeping.

Leon’s presence was both felt and heard as he crept through the doorway and shut the door behind him gently. Just the sight of you on the floor, looking disheveled and above all else hurt, made the pain in his chest just that much heavier. He didn’t know what to say.

“Hey.”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves before turning to look up at him standing above you. “Hey.” Your voice was rasped and shaky.

He licked over his lips nervously. Still not a clue on what to say to you to make this any better. “So, I fucked up.”

You gave him a broken chuckle in response. “Yeah.”

His pace had completely changed from spry anger to calmed, soft worry. Eyebrows creased as he went to sit down next to you, resting his stiffened back against the wall. Now it was Leon’s turn to struggle to find the right words. His mouth ran dry.

“I didn’t mean what I said, by the way. It- it’s not that you’re a liability.”

You just shrugged a bit. Fuck, you looked exhausted. Not even bothering to look in his direction. You just stared upwards, as if focused on some imaginary object hanging from the ceiling. “But I am.”

“No you’re not, and that’s my fault for ever putting that thought in your head. And you’re not incompetent, either. You’re still new to this. And I’m not mad at you for what happened, I just..”

“Just?”

He gave his head a soft shake, eyes shut with a soft spoken response that had you finally facing him.

“I’m so scared that I’ll lose you.”

You couldn’t give him a response. All you could do was stare at the ever mighty Leon Kennedy opening his heart up to you once again. Showing you every wound and fear as if it were another scar on his back that only you were allowed to see. Only you were allowed to try and heal.

This had affected him as much as it had you.

“I’m all good for myself getting hurt out there, don’t get me wrong.” He continued. “But if you’d gotten hurt - or god forbid you…”

Your hand went out to his shoulder, brow creasing in worry despite your tears still falling absentmindedly. It was like your body had taken the reins on this one.

“I’m- I’m terrified, Y/N.” He whispered it like a secret, staring down at the carpet with a shaking head. “You are one of the only good things in my life. Hell, you’re probably the best thing. And knowing that it might happen while I’m there - me, who’s meant to protect you not just as your boyfriend but as your partner - it- it scares me.”

You offered him a sad half-smile, rubbing a thumb over his shirt carefully. “The Leon Scott Kennedy is scared?”

He gave you a weak chuckle, his own hand resting over yours. It was his own way of saying he had you in that moment as he still didn’t know how comfortable you were with being held.

“Petrified, sweetheart. And I’m sorry I didn’t say that sooner. That it came out like…that.”

Once again left speechless, all you could do was nod in response. Then his hand moved from yours to hold your face. “Hey.”

You were both falling into that same pattern. “Hey.”

He bit at his cheek before continuing. “I want you to know this. Even if you’re new to all of this, that doesn’t make you a burden, or a hassle. It just- it scares me so much. When I saw that- that thing jump you I just couldn’t think straight. It’s like something kicked me out of gear. I felt so helpless, knowing if I missed that shot or wasn’t quick enough I might’ve lost you. That you’d get hurt beyond healing. You are the most important thing to me. It’s- it’s my job to keep you safe, Amore.”

A broken laugh crept from your throat. All it took was that sound to put Leon’s mind at ease, watching how your eyes slightly crinkled with your smile.

“You’re busting out that nickname at a time like this?” Another sniffle. He always used it whenever he needed a smile out of you, a laugh. Mostly because you loved to tease him about the fact that despite his Italian-American genes he somehow managed to burn water.

He gave you a slight smile that tugged at the corner of his cheek. “Just trying to ease the tension. Is it working?”

One last sniffle before wiping the stray tear from your face using your sweater sleeve. “Yeah. Yeah it is. I just-”

You could feel your bottom lip wobbling again, blinking back another wave of tears. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Oh, sunshine.” He softened up for you, a gentle arm dragging your body towards his so you could rest your face against his chest with every weak sob. He never stopped rubbing your back, muttering quiet comforts into your hair until the wave passed and you calmed down once more. What you had yet to realise is he was willing to sit on the floor for hours with you in times like this, just to make sure you were okay.

Wiping the last of your tears away with his thumb, he reached down to take your hand in his. “So, here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna take the rest of the week off-”

You began protesting. “Winston will-”

“Winston can kiss my ass for all I care. I messed up, so I’m gonna make it up to you, okay?”

You knew you weren’t winning this argument no matter what. So instead you settled back against him. “Mhm.”

You could practically feel his smile of victory, a hand smoothing over your hair in short soft strokes. Leon sat his chin on your head

“Why do you call me that, anyway?”

“What? Sunshine?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought that was obvious by now.” He chuckled a bit. “You know about everything that happened to me. Everything I’ve seen. It’s been dark. Really dark. But no matter what you’ve stuck by my side, you’ve been my light. And god, the way you bounce off the walls, love. I’m not the only one you light up. You should see how much happier everyone has been ever since you joined the team. You’re just so outgoing, so willing to love. I love that about you. That and so much more. You’re my sunbeam, y’know?”

Your face scrunched up in questioning, to which Leon chuckled. “Does that make you my moonlight or rain cloud or what?”

He just smiled fondly, pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and pulled you closer so your tear stained face could bury in his chest.

Because right now nothing was more important to him than the person in his arms. The one he would protect for the rest of his life.

No matter what.

“It makes me whatever you want me to be, sweetheart.”

[littlestitious]

SKAM ESPAÑA HAS CLAIMED 12:31 AS GAY O'CLOCK FOLKS

[comebacksoonboys]

THIS IS WHAT IS GOING ON IN CATALONIA AND SPAIN

almost a week ago, on monday, catalan politicians were given prison sentences between 9 and 13 years for organizing an illegal referendum for autodetermination (under spanish law it is illegal for territories to demand independence). people were obviously mad. most of these politicians have more jail time than murderers or r*pists. so people went out on the streets to protest. a lot of shit has gone down since monday, so imgonna try to give a quick rundown of what i can remember:

[**tw for police brutality, physical injuries, blood...**]

1st day, monday. people are mad so they go El Prat airport in barcelona to protest for the freedom of the political prisioners. the police start retaliating and hitting people just because.

https://twitter.com/cazatalentos/status/1183784607227023362?s=21

the national police used rubber bullets as "self-defence" or whatever the fuck the government has decided to call it now. 131 people were harmed, and at least one man lost an eye due to these beatings: https://www.instagram.com/p/B3ox3AFi8fP/?utm_source=ig_web_button_native_share

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apart from that, some roads were cut for three hours or more, and the airport remained "occupied" by the independentists for about 10 hours.

oh and also, anti-independentists (the press calls them that. normal people think theyre fascists) started provoking people by waving spanish flags and verbally and physically attacking manifestants.

2. protests started on the streets of barcelona, and people started lighting containers on fire. somehow spanish people cared more for the containers getting burnt than for the people receiving all the violence. the days have kinda blurred together, so im just gonna link some of the videos ive seen on twitter, theyre basically just,, aggressions from police:

https://twitter.com/albanodante76/status/1184224819237314561?s=21 (translation of the tweet: "let the world see it: police tries to run over the protestors in barcelona. here is the true violence. the State/Government is already looking for body count. the images speak for themselves")

https://twitter.com/merydanvers/status/1184232593883054082?s=21 (translation: "you want me to trust the police and security forces seeing what is happening right now?" then she quotes what the police say in the video: "come on, we're people of peace, come here, come on!")

https://twitter.com/jordisalvia/status/1184575397767405568?s=21 (police running people over)

theres also some videos of police beating older people up bc! how fun! we get unrestrained access to violence!!!!

like this one which made me start bawling my eyes out: https://twitter.com/juanmi_news/status/1185331416051208198?s=21 HES JUST TRYING TO PUT OUT A FUCKING FIRE AND HES MET WITH NOTHING BUT VIOLENCE

today (saturday, oct. 19) in madrid, more specifically callao, in the very center of madrid. more police brutality: https://twitter.com/nayara_belmonte/status/1185647627557310471?s=21, https://twitter.com/publico_es/status/1185659354541899776?s=21

also heres a funny video of a policeman falling gdjshsjshskshsjs https://twitter.com/shul_evolution/status/1185653524325158914?s=21 (trans.: "the number of injuries keeps getting higher")

3. after two? nights, the fascists and neonazis started coming out! how fun!

https://twitter.com/lavanguardia/status/1184933982628143106?s=21 (trans.: "a young antifascist is brutally beaten up by a group of neonazis. his face is completely bruised") this tweet, i believe, surprised all of spain, since its from an important news outlet, and they dare say the word nazi.

https://twitter.com/miquel_r/status/1184742988460777472?s=21 (trans.: "yesterday night in madrid, a group of extreme right wing people counterprotesting against the sentence of the "procés") this picture is,,, a Lot bc yes theyre doing the nazi salute, and theyre also holding a flag up that say "long live the unity of spain" and another flag with the extreme right-wing fascist party (vox) that denies being fascist, although having very fascist ideals and they always seem to get mixed up with fascists :/// how unfortunate for them ://

https://twitter.com/aritaa_7/status/1185303616313266178?s=21 this is in the city where i live. i went there bc i knew there was a protest in support of catalonia, but i ended up on the wrong side and i was surrounded by spanish flags. i recorded for a little bit, and my hands were shaking from how scared and angry i was. (video isnt mine)

4. there were some protests in cities like madrid, zaragoza, and valencia. in catalonia, a general strike was declared on friday, and people did the "walks for freedom", coming to barcelona from all over catalonia to demand freedom and that our rights be respected:

i saw a picture of all the walks meeting in a rotonda but i cant find it anywhere

5. people have now realized that the fight has now turned into something more than demanding freedom for political prisioners. it has turned into a fascist/police vs antifa/people who believe in democracy. spain has realized that fascism is not as dead as we thought it was, and that people arent willing to learn after 40 years of suffering, and 40 more of a tried democracy

[sky-full-of-imagines]

Romance Languages (Remus Lupin x Reader)

So sorry for not updating as often but midterms are upon me and I’m drowning in study guides and essays.

“Hey there! I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the boys (James, Sirius, Remus, etc) have to take a foreign languages class and they have no idea what's going on, so they get the reader to tutor them. Bonus points if there's mutual pining! Thanks!!” OH MAN THIS IS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY BECAUSE IM A SPANISH MAJOR AND HAVE 6 YEARS OF FRENCH EDUCATION AS WELL SO I AM SO READY THANK YOU FOR THIS. Therefore, I’m going to make the languages that the boys take those two because I’m familiar with them, hope that’s okay because I don’t want to butcher up a language, you know? As for the mutual pining, you didn’t specify which pairing so I hope Remus is okay!

Dumbledore had recently come back from a visit to the American wizarding schools and was inspired to implement language courses in his own school. You were beyond thrilled, ever since you were little your parents had hired language tutors for you; you were fluent in both French and Spanish.

The rest of the school seemed pretty okay with the idea of having another class added to their day, well except for the marauders.

“Can you believe it? As if we don’t have enough work already.” Sirius muttered as he looked at the timetable McGonagall had given him. McGonagall gave him a pointed look as she continues to distribute the timetables.

“Ms. Y/L/N, it seems that there’s a mistake here, they have you down for two languages.”

“There’s no mistake Professor, I talked to Professor Dumbledore to see if it was okay for me to take two.”

She nodded approvingly at your enthusiasm as Sirius rolled his eyes.

“What languages are you taking, Y/N?” Remus asked as he looked at his own paper.

“French and Spanish, mother was very excited for me to study those languages again, it’s been a few years so I hope I’m not too rusty.” You replied.

“What about you guys?” you asked the rest of the boys.

“James and I are taking the language of looove.” Sirius said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows as James snickered. This time around it was you who rolled their eyes.

“Peter and I are taking Spanish. Mum wants to take a family vacation to Spain this upcoming holiday so I figure taking Spanish would benefit me.” Remus answered as Peter nodded.

“Well if you lads need help you know where to find me.” You announced, as you picked up your books heading towards Defense Against the Dark Arts, Remus followed suit and offered to carry your books, you smiled as you handed them to him.

A couple of weeks passed by and it seemed that the students were really enjoying their language classes. You were sitting in the common room when suddenly, Sirius and James barged in, Remus following behind with a pile of books.

“Y/N, WE ARE IN GRAVE DANGER.” Sirius exclaimed.

You quickly stood, thinking that the castle was under attack or something of the sort.

“WHAT IS IT? A SIEGE?” You babbled.

“WE HAVE AN EXAM TOMORROW.” Sirius bawled.

“Sirius Black, are you talking about the French exam?” You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“The one and only.” James confirmed.

“Let me guess, once again you both procrastinated till the very last minute, huh?”

“You see my dear Y/N, usually we wouldn’t be panicking a dumb exam, but this one has an oral part.”

“Stop saying the word oral, please, you’re creeping me out.” You countered.

“If any respectable French person heard our speaking abilities they would avada kedavra us on the spot.” James concluded.

“Very well, I’ll help you two…f you get me some fancy chocolate.” You proposed.

They both nodded furiously.

You told them to gather their supplies and to meet you in the library in ten minutes; they both ran to their dorm to do so. You shook your head, chuckling at their frantic states. You heard Remus clear his throat from behind you, you felt guilty having forgotten that he was there since he had been relatively quiet during Sirius’s moving speech.

“Sorry Remus, here let me help you out with those.”  You said as you grabbed half of the pile of books. You noticed they were his Spanish books and a rather heavy looking Spanish dictionary.

“Thank you, Y/N, you didn’t have to.” He said kindly.

“It’s my pleasure. Are you ready for our Spanish exam tomorrow?”

“Kind of, I was wondering if you could help me practice as well but it seems that you’ll have your hands full with James and Sirius.” He answered, looking rather disappointed.

“Nonsense! I would love to help you out. I was going to ask if you wanted to study with me earlier.” You responded as you both made your way to the library.

Much to your surprise, Sirius and James were there already. They must’ve used a shortcut…

You made copies of your own study guide and gave them to them. After five minutes of them looking it over, Sirius finally broke the silence with a loud groan.

“This was so not what I signed up for. Romance language my arse.”

“Sirius, how do I put this gently…” you pondered out loud, Remus was already chuckling knowing exactly what you were going to say.

“French is called a ‘Romance’ language because it derives from Latin. Latin was the language of the Romans.” You explained slowly.

“Some of the other Romance languages are Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and Romanian.” Remus added as you nodded.

“And you two didn’t think of telling me this before?!” Sirius wailed as you and Remus laughed. After that mishap you were practicing some terms of endearment in Spanish with Remus, trying not to blush as he said them. Since valentine’s day was around the corner your professor thought a Valentine’s day theme exam would liven things up, but in your case it was making you like a tomato in front of Remus.

“Remus, please, I’m begging you, enunciate that ‘nya’ sound because right now the way your saying mi cariño, is sounding like macarena.” You said trying not to laugh.

He nodded, blushing furiously. Sirius and James were sneakily watching the two of you, smirks on their faces. They both knew how you two were heads over heels for one another but were too shy to admit it.

By this point James didn’t know who was blushing more, Sirius was about to have a betting pool going on to see how many times either one of you stuttered and blush.

“Ma chère, aide-moo?”

“Very close, Prongs, but it’s moi, not moo.”

“Y/N, am I allowed to practice with you again?”

You had given Sirius a sort of time out from practicing his speaking skills after he kept sneaking in suggestive phrases in French (butchering them up terribly, but the boy knew what he was doing).

“If you say voulez-vous coucher avec moi again, I will lock you in the dungeons with Snape.” You threatened. Sirius behaved for the rest of his practice session with you.

“Est-ce que tu veut aller á Hogsmeade avec mon ami Remus ce week-end?” Sirius asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Your cheeks turned pink as Sirius gave you a knowing smirk. Looks like Sirius was finally getting the hang of the language. You quickly composed yourself, feeling Remus’ eyes on you, he had been attently listening in on the conversation in case Sirius stepped out of line and thought nothing of the phrase until he heard his name.

“S’il me demande.”

You quickly looked down back at your book after answering but by doing so you missed how Remus scribbled down what you had said and was now flipping through James’s dictionary, a blush overcoming his fair features. With new found vigor he was flicking through the pages of his Spanish dictionary.

“Well Sirius, it looks like our work here is done.” James said smugly. Him and Sirius gathered their belonging and left, shooting Remus a thumbs up. You were correcting Remus’s paragraph and didn’t see their exchange or how flushed Remus became.

“La joven tiene un carro rojo.” You said slowly, enunciating the roll of the letter r in the word carro. Remus was mesmerized by how your lips moved seamlessly as you said the words, and how soft they looked.

After a few tries he finally got the hang of the double r.

“Good job! Your r’s have gotten so much better.” You congratulated him as he chuckled, glad to see you smiling proudly at him. You were both flickering through your notes silently when the clock surprised you both as it chimed 11 times.

“Wow, time really does fly.”

“Yeah, it’s um better if we called it a night.” He said gathering his belongings.

“Do you have any last questions?” you asked, as the two of you made your way towards the Gryffindor common room.

“Just one.” He mumbled. You prompted him to go on and he inhaled deeply.

“¿Y/N, cariño, quisieras acompañarme a Hogsmeade este sabado?” he asked. Your mouth went slack as you marveled at his almost perfect pronunciation. The question finally sunk in as your heart hammered wildly in your chest.

It must’ve only been a minute but to Remus it felt like hours and your silence was killing his slowly.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have listened to Sir-“ you cut him off with a soft kiss.

“Sí.” You whispered as you broke the kiss, a joyous smile on your face.

He looked surprised and confused at the same time by your actions but then a grin broke out on his face.

“Really?” he said as he hugged you tightly, spinning you around.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages.”

You both laughed gleefully and kissed once again.  

I guess Sirius was right, Romance languages had a little romance in them.

Translation of phrases:

Ma chère, aide-moi: dear, can you help me? voulez-vous coucher avec moi: shout out to Lady Marmalade, would you like to sleep with me. Est-ce que tu veut aller á Hogsmeade avec mon ami Remus ce week-end?: would you like to go to Hogsmeade with my friend Remus this weekend? S’il me demande: if he asks me. La joven tiene un carro rojo: the young lady has a read car. ¿cariño, quisieras acompañarme a Hogsmeade este sábado?: love/dear, would you like to/accompany me/ go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday? Sí: yes.

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about me tag:)

I was tagged by the lovely bella @fahirydust thank you!! I AM SO SORRY im terrible about completing tags in a timely manner

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

name: ellery

middle name: gwendolyn

gender: female

star sign: taurus

height: 5′10"

age: 16

hogwarts house: hufflepuff forever

favorite color(s): i like aLL the cOLOURS - except im not crazy about red

time rn: 10:25am

hours of sleep: last night- about 5 :/

lucky number(s): 12

last thing i googled: the twilight saga - DO NOT JUDGE ME I WAS MADE TO WATCH IT although if im honest i liked it a lot more than i thought i would lol

favorite fictional character: Hermione Granger, Anna Oliphant and Etienne St. Clair, Elizabeth Bennet

blankets i sleep with: hmmm 6 right now?

favorite artists: actual artists: a few of my favourites- Vermeer, John Singer Sargent, John William Waterhouse, Klimpt, James Tissot  music artists: Enya, Adele, George Ezra, the Lumineers

dream trip: ahh so many places but right now I’m feeling Barcelona, Spain

dream job: museum curator:) preferably at an art museum 

what i’m wearing rn: olive green converse, dark wash skinny jeans, cosy white cableknit sweater, my glasses (a bit of a necessity), turquoise earrings, ponytail 

follower count: 410

posts: the number? erm like 1,775

what do i post about: well, things i like: Britain, books, period dramas, music, art, and occasionally my own pictures and things

most active followers: @hello-loverofthearts @juls23287 @experienced12

when did your blog reach it’s peak: not yet

why did you make your blog: i wanted a place to be semi-creative without making a mess, which is what i spend my time doing when i’m not doing schoolwork or on here. Then i got into the Downton fandom and now I just post anything i like really:)

do you get asks on a daily basis: nope :(

why did you choose your url: it describes me pretty well

countries you’ve lived in: just the US rip - same bella same:/

favorite fandom: Downton, Harry Potter, Jane Austen, Good Behaviour

languages you speak: english and I’m learning spanish, I would also love to learn French someday

favorite film of 2016: I haven’t been very good about getting to the cinema to see this year’s films but i liked Love and Friendship and I CANNOT WAIT to see La La Land which will hopefully happen soon

last article you read: BBC article - Is Trump’s bleak vision of the US justified?

last thing i bought online: a gift for my friend Maddie and a book by Julian Fellowes called Belgravia

last person i dreamt of: i haven’t been getting enough sleep this week to have dreams lol

a recurring dream: when i was little i had a reoccurring dream that i was being chased around a mall by the Wicked Witch of the West lol but I don’t really have any reoccurring dreams now

phobias/fears: Snakes, natural disasters, especially tsunamis and tornadoes, and generally speaking death. Snakes is the only one that causes a problem for me though. The other ones are not things i’m likely to encounter, but if I have to be near a snake I loose it. My mom tried to make me hold my sister’s pet snake once and I started bawling, near hyperventilating. I was 15. So that’s embarrassing.

how would my friends describe me: as a British wannabe and artsy history nerd, who is far too romantic, oh and i apologise too much apparently

if i had $$$ to spend what would i buy first: a trip to europe, but thats more like $$$$ than $$$ so probably clothes lol

shuffle your song library and list the first 3 songs that play: 1: Quicksand by Caro Emerald 2: Lonestar by Norah Jones 3: River Lea by Adele

i tag if you’re interested in doing this: @thesetteeproblem @herskirtsarentthatshort @colorfullyvintage @klarinette49 @scathach124 @obsessingoverdownton @modernamericangirl @heroes-of-hogwarts and anyone else who wants to:)