#spanish nats

[wtficedance]

no way for Spanish fed to change the Euros assignment after the fact when they sent S/D off to their holidays thinking they didn’t have any more competitions - Tim was in Germany, Olivia’s back in Canada. Makes sense to send V/K to Euros since they were preparing for it anyway and then change the Worlds assignment - changing the Euros assignment 2 weeks before it would have magnified this disaster. This was the best compromise

Q #216:

Excellent point. And in the context of WC being in Montreal it absolutely makes sense to send S/Dk since they will benefit from hometown MF politicking far more. But man, what ridiculous criteria in the first place. Imagine if Japanese assignments were decided by TES, someone like Satoko would have been passed over so many times despite being one of their best skaters. Also, ridiculous given that S/Dk are certainly benefiting from experience (even if that has shown up in their scores significantly less than anticipated).

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

[sherlockig]

[maevedmab]

A picture to commemorate one of the best lines of OFMD

[nat-the-rat326]

Some doodles

[soapbubbles511]

Honestly one of the funniest consequences of the scheduling/logistical complications of filming in NZ is Buttons and the Swede don't share a scene together all season (also Buttons and Spanish Jackie).

Ewen filmed his episodes the first month of filming. Nat (and Leslie) filmed their scenes the last month of filming.

So Buttons is just missing for the whole pimping the Swede out to Spanish Jackie story. The only point where they attempt to give some explanation is he was supposedly getting the getaway boat while they were stealing Jackie's chest of indigo. Otherwise I'm just assuming Buttons kept getting off his leash and trying to wander back to the sea.

[mon-ster-chen]

💫 from Samba Shutte/IG...Spanish Jackie 😀

[natolesims]

*Sips tea* Yeah. It surely won’t be.

[thesparklyfkingpirate]

Just wanted to share my femme swede outfit from NYCC!

Me with other Swedes 🦷and Jackies 👃

I was so overwhelmed in that room I legit do not recall posing for this pic🧐🥴

Well aren’t you the absolute unit?

Maybe it doesn’t always have to be scary Maybe sometimes it can just be an expression of our SWEDE LOVE!

Some closer up pics of my outfit details:

He’s holding his own head. That’s terrifying. Modified some halloween earrings into a The Swede pirate flag.

This Swede glows in the dark! Bc of course she does. Tooth bag was a hit!

Hope to wear it for a pic with Nat Faxon some day! 🙌

[darkwater-reservoir]

Panic

Pairings: none

Content Waring: panic attacks, dissociation, blood

Notes: TSV is referred to as Tyler as that is my headcanon name for him, nat uses she/they, characters speak some Spanish in this (it is translated to English in parenthesis) but i used Google translate for it bc I cannot speak any Spanish so uh. I'm sorry if it's gibberish

Summary: nat has a panic attack and tucker does his best to calm her down.

Nat nervously taps her fingers against the wood of the lunch table. It's been a week and Tyler hasn't come back from his mission. He should have been back by now, he promised he would be, but he isn't. No one else at the camp has heard from his group and neither she nor Tucker have heard from him in a few hours.

Hours. It's only 7 hours since his last message so he's probably ok. He has to be because if he isn't...

No, she isn't going to think about that. She has to stay positive. Tyler's fine he'll be back in an hour or so and be just fine. But what if he wasn't? What if the strobe killed him? What if she never saw him again? And then what? What if the strobes got to the camp? What if she lost Tucker too?

Suddenly Nat can't breathe. The weight of the air around them is too much and their hands are shaking. What if they lost both of their friends and was alone again? What if something happened to them and they couldn't stop it? They can't breathe. They mutter something about how suffocating the air was and the man next to them comments on it, but they can't hear what he's saying. His words are drowned out by the static in their head.

Suddenly a drop of water hits Nat's hand. It must be raining, but there are no clouds. It hasn't rained in years. When they look back down another drop hits their hand. Then another and another. It has to be raining. It has to be.

The man says something to her. She hears it, but she can't respond. The air around her is too thick. If she speaks she might waste air. It feels like she's dying. The man asks her again in Spanish. It's clear he's not well versed in the language with how shaky his words are, but she understands him.

"Estás...bien?"

("Are you ok?")

She doesn't know how to respond. She doesn't even remember why she got so scared in the first place. Nat shakes her head.

No, she's not ok.

"No puedo respirar..."

("I can't breathe...")

The man curses under his breath and speaks again, "Qué puedes...ver a tu...alrededor?"

("What can you see around you?")

Nat looks up and sees the man in front of her. He's wearing a white hoodie and a pair blood stained khakis. His scarred hands are anxiously fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie and his hazel eyes are full of fear and concern. He has a scar on his lip and claw marks on the side of his neck. She recognizes him. It's Tucker.

Te veo...Tucker estoy asustada..."

("I see you...Tucker, I'm scared...)

Tucker sighs and pulls at the strings on his hoodie tightly, his leg bouncing nervously. "I know, I know. You're ok, Nat. You're gonna be ok. Is English ok? I'm still not great at Spanish."

Nat nods, their hands still shaking and their mind still racing. Tucker loosens the hood on his hoodie and returns to fidgeting with its strings. "Ok, what do you hear around you?"

Nat focuses on the noises of the camp. They can hear the low hum of the alien ship and the indistinct chatter of the soldiers. She can hear a mother comfort her child not too far off. "I hear the ship and...people..."

Tucker smiles, "good. That's good. What can you feel?"

The rough, hard wood of the bench beneath them, the soft fabric of their sweater, and the cool, wet tears on their face. Their breathing starts to slow. "The table and my sweater."

"What can you smell-"

Nat hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Tuck." Tucker hugged them back, "don't mention it."

Nat started to cry again, "I'm sorry. I...I should be stronger. This is so stupid."

Tucker sighs, "no it's not. You had a panic attack and that's totally normal. Don't beat yourself up over it, ok kid?" Nat nods and wipes their face, and their attention shifts to some commotion at the other end of the camp. Nat's heart sinks as they watch Tyler emerge from the crowd of people.

He's covered in bright blue and crimson blood and his black hoodie is torn in many places. As he gets closer, she can see a sadness in his eyes that told her everything she needed to know. He killed the strobe and survived, but his hope sure as hell didn't.

[0-twentyone]

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo - kiss, kiss

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

[sherlockig]

[quiveringdeer]

Morning to everyone

[blueberryrock]

Duolingo: so can you tell us why you wanna take spanish again?

Me: *dont say you wanna use it to try and write fics in spanish* i want to talk to strangers

[httpshujii]

hi hi pretty, how's everything? How's your cat?

Are you still at the hotel? :/

Also, your "limited" spanish took me out, that's more than the expected

ciara is gonna stay at a friend's and im in a lil tight spot but its gonna be okay :> and no we managed to go back to my house, get some other things like clothes and my laptop and stuff and now we're at my aunt's house