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An interview with Måneskin: “It's not about out bodies, it's about our music”

Heyo, I'm back with another translation. This time the article is from the German Rolling Stone website who met with Måneskin after their TikTok performance at the Schwuz, Berlin, and posted the interview yesterday. Again there were some interesting questions asked (and the pictures they added to the article are quite nice, though severely lacking some Ethan content, but check it out!).

Again, I hope that no one has already gone through the effort and translated it or is currently working on a translation. Also this is an official invitation, if you stumble across any articles or video interviews in German that you would like to have translated just message me and I'll get to it! (or if you just wanna chat about Måneskin, my inbox is always open :))

Have a great day everyone!

Full article under the cut.

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An interview with Måneskin: “It's not about out bodies, it's about our music”

Jose-Luis Amsler

July 6, 2021

Måneskin are just what this generation has been missing. Passionate, corny, and full-on honest. In an interview with Rolling Stones, the ESC winners explain to us why they would never work in a normal job and why the hype for their appearance is sometimes going too far.

Damiano, Victoria, Thomas and Ethan are entering the nearly deserted dance hall, before they wait on stage in a red-blue spotlight. They are wearing glittering fish net tops, black tape across their nipples, leather pants, heels and make up. The camera men who are filming in portrait format (9:16) suitable for TikTok are whirling up the haze of the fog machine.

Måneskin are [in] Berlin to give a TikTok concert. A TikTok livestream of this scale has not been done often – tension is in the air. The four Italians don't know at this point that due to the stream the few people present are not allowed to clap or cheer. In complete silence and with slight uncertainty the four are crossing Neukölln's club Schwuz. A few puzzled glances are exchanged. Finally, Måneskin are striking the first chord.

Then the rich sound of Ethan's bass drum is tearing through the silence. It's almost as if someone has flicked a switch somewhere. There it is, the rock star presence that is hovering over everything they do, with an ounce of arrogance (in the best sense of the word). Singer Damiano is dancing lasciviously on his heels, and during an especially ecstatic solo guitarist Thomas is throwing himself down on the floor in a way it can only be done by a passionate 20-year-old musician who had never had to worry about the looming doom of an artificial knee joint [for 'passionate' the interview is using the term 'besessen' which means 'possessed', and although I think it's rather supposed to describe the way Thomas is 'possessed / obsessed' with the music, thus passionate for the music, you never know if they didn't mean to say that the way he dances looks 'possessed' … I mean, they might be on to something here ;)]. Around half an hour and about 120 decibel later, Damiano says their goodbyes with an almost shy-sounding “Okay, bye.” After the performance, we do our interview in the Schwuz.

Rolling Stone: It was a little bit weird, right, when you went on stage today?

Damiano: Yeah, that was really strange (laughs). They only told us after the performance that the audience was instructed to stay silent for the stream.

Vic: But at least they weren't silent because we were shit (all laughing). We are slowly getting used to playing without a live audience. I mean we are doing this now for more than a year.

RS: What do you think about these new kinds of concerts such as the TikTok livestream today?

Damiano: Well, at the moment it is the only option to perform anyway, so it's alright. But of course you cannot compare this to a proper concert.

Thomas: But it's pretty cool that so many people can experience our concert live.

Vic: Also we're gonna start touring again soon. Right now we are arranging some festival and gigs. In December we will be touring Italy and afterwards we are planning to go on tour through Europe. But we don't have anything fixed yet, there is just a lot going on at the moment.

“A lot going on”. Quite an understatement considering the recent journey Måneskin has made through the past weeks after their ESC win. Their singles “Beggin'” and “I Wanna Be Your Slave” went through the roof (also thanks to Social Media) and are currently dominating the international charts – lately they were also number one in Germany. There is barely a radio station that isn't playing the band on heavy rotation [would love to know what stations they listen to, have never heard Måneskin played in German radio tbh :( ], and everyone opening Instagram or TikTok these days is flooded by Måneskin content. Every second a new fanpage with the name of 'maneskin_obsession' or 'damianos_slut' is springing up like a (virtual) mushroom. It sounds like a cliche, but Damiano, Vic, Thomas and Ethan became international stars over night.

“Of course it's nice to get compliments. But sometimes they definitely cross a line.” – Damiano David

RS: How has your life as a band changed since your win at the ESC in Rotterdam?

Vic: I think we don't even notice a lot of what's happening. Right after the ESC we went to a studio in the countryside where we made music the whole day long. So at first we didn't realise that so many things were happening all around us – and that we had so many new fans. We're just now beginning to learn what's going on. We were at Sony yesterday, there were so many fans waiting for us. That was crazy.

RS: A large part of the attention you are getting now is about your outer appearance, your style, your attractiveness. Is that getting a little too much sometimes?

Damiano: Of course it's nice to get compliments (laughs). But sometimes they definitely cross a line. Especially when we just talk about our music or about a social or political topic that we care about. In those moments it's just completely inappropriate to reduce us to our appearance. Sure – when I'm posting a half-naked picture of myself on Instagram I know that I will get these kind of comments. And then it's totally fine, I mean in the end I'm posting the picture to show myself. But sometimes it's not the right place for it.

RS: And also you should be allowed to wear what you want without being sexualised, right?

Vic: Yes, absolutely. We are wearing these outfits because we feel good in them, not to put the focus on our bodies. And in general it shouldn't always only be about how you dress. We are musicians – so first and foremost it should be about our music. But I think it will still be a long way until we will reach that point.

“That the boys are wearing make up does not tell you what gender they are attracted to. Those things should never be equated with each other.” – Victoria De Angelis

RS: But still you are sending a message with your style against stereotypical gender roles. I guess it's also not only coincidence that we are in the Schwuz today, which is normally a party location and safe space for the LGBTQ community.

Vic: Yes, that is all part of the positive message that we try to send. We want to give our audience the feeling that they are free. Free to wear whatever they want to wear, be how they want to be and love whom they want to love. It's unbelievable that there is still so much intolerance in our times. That has always been really important to us so we try to talk about these topics. We also believe that the narrow-mindedness of society is an educational problem. When you grow up with people all around you telling you how you should be, you will never feel completely free. The more people are talking about it, the sooner things will change.

RS: Some artists who are advocating for these topics are accused of 'queerbaiting', that they are only pretending to be a certain way to gain more support from the queer community. Have you also been faced with those allegations?

Vic: Yes, a few times. But of course we never pretended to be anything. Some people accuse of us queerbaiting because we look and act the way we do. But that's flawed thinking. We don't believe that clothes are connected to a person's sexuality. That the boys are wearing make up does not tell you what gender they are attracted to. Those two things should never be equated with each other.

RS: This courage for free self expression that you are conveying is mainly lived by our (young) generation through Instagram and the like. What is your relationship to social media?

Damiano: For me it was almost scary at first. The more we grew, the more people were trying to twist all of my words. But over time you start to understand that with more fame you also get more criticism. The happier you look the more hate you will get. It's not only like that for celebrities. If you are brave enough to show the things that make you happy there will always be people that support you, but they are also those that envy you. Of course, this should never lead anyone to not express themselves openly but that's easier said than done.

Vic: We are also trying not to spend too much time on social media. In the end we just try to be honest with our fans and to avoid negativity.

[caption under the picture of Damiano: 'Is already being compared to icons such as David Bowie']

It's actually surprising how little power a win at the ESC holds in most cases. Almost 200 million people are watching this shining spectacle every year – and still, a few months afterwards it is hard to remember who those people were that got covered in confetti during the award ceremony. It's the well-known curse of a casting show that rests on the winning bands. When just next year a new sensation will come to marvel at, how much impact does a win have then? There are exceptions of course, like Lena who is until this day, 10 years after her win in Oslo, a part of the more famous music scene of German pop music. With their charisma, their unusual sound at least for our modern standards, and their contemporary message Måneskin could become such an exception, too.

It's likely also helpful that the band already had a standing in the Italian music scene prior to their ESC participation. Their first album 'Il ballo della vita' already achieved platinum in 2018, three years prior to Sanremo and the ESC. And then there is also the long way that led the four schoolmates to this point that helped them gain the necessary persistence. Because contrary to what some people might want to believe Måneskin are not a phenomenon that has just been deliberately bred to be this way by the entertainment industry for Eurovision.

“I have worked [in a 'normal' job] for a whole month in my entire life – it didn't really end well.” – Damiano David

RS: You were all raised in Rome, the capital of the catholic church. What was it like to start as a young progressive band in such a conservative environment?

Damiano: In the beginning, when we started as buskers, no one gave a damn about us anyways (all laughing). But of course … Once we got a bit bigger there were a few people who had a problem with us. For example when we went to Sanremo, there were quite many people who thought that the way we looked and acted we shouldn't be allowed to represent Italy. They didn't even want to listen to our music first.

Vic: Especially when it comes to appearance and sexuality, Italy is a little more backward than other countries. The church probably also has an influence there. They are often quite conservative of course, so many people grew up with such a [conservative] mindset.

RS: You once said that the song 'In Nome Del Padre' is an answer to exactly those people. What does the song mean to you?

Damiano: Back in the beginning [of our career] we had to deal with a lot of problems. They didn't want to let us play in clubs because we would take too much space as a band or because they didn't like our (fashion) style or because they didn't want to pay us. Italy isn't a good place for bands. Our musical style was also criticised a lot. Many people were telling us: Don't do that [rock music], you won't get popular with that in Italy, you will never achieve anything with it. Of course those comments were hurtful but they were also a good reason for us to continue with what we did. And we turned our sadness into anger. With that song we wanted to tell those people from back then: Fuck off and look at us, we did it!

RS: Did you ever consider working in a nine-to-five job and live a 'normal' life?

Damiano: Nah, not really. For one month in my life I worked [in a 'normal' job] – it didn't end well (all laughing).

Vic: We all made music since we were kids. It's a huge part of us, that we couldn't just ignore. And the most important thing is that you do something that makes you happy. At least that's what we believe. So we started from a young age to put all our time and energy into music.

Thomas: Yeah, exactly. Ever since we were in school together we always made music. That has always been our main focus and it is until today. We play and play and play because it is the only thing that …

Ethan: … we live for.

Damiano: Music has also something very therapeutic for us. Even when we are in a bad mood or fight with each other – yeah, that happens, too – then all of that is gone the moment we enter the stage. Maybe that's the beautiful thing about music – that it allows you to forget everything else. You're just standing on stage, having fun with your friends.

From most bands you wouldn't buy such a corny love letter to music. Mostly it just sounds like an empty phrase, a well-practiced quotable line. But when there is something that defines Måneskin and that becomes more and more evident during our conversation it's their uncompromising honesty. The four of them are definitely not lacking a sense of humour but they take their music very seriously. Which should not be taken for granted in a generation that has mainly produced sarcastic cloud rappers and has made cynical twitter comedy a national sport. And maybe Måneskin are exactly what this generation was lacking all along.

Still, the four musicians, all in the age of 20 to 22, are also prone to the constant need for self-expression, that has become an intrinsic part of today's life. This does not only reflect in the outfits of the band (always 'on fleek') and their Instagram profiles, but also in their lyrics. Their latest record 'Teatra D'Ira – Vol. 1' shows a clear theme: The album is an ode to individuality, accentuated by fast and hard sounds.

Sometimes this message fitting for a Disney movie [really? guess I have been watching the wrong Disney movies my whole life …] is wrapped in a contrasting loud and forceful packaging, but never so much that it becomes inauthentic or self-caricaturing [note: I'm honestly not entirely sure what they wanted to say with this sentence since it uses a lot of rhetorical devices that could be interpreted in different ways, but I'd say this sounds the most plausible]. And in the end, the thing that makes Måneskin so interesting is their unification of the spirit of this time – between TikTok hedonism and an omnipresent political statement – with the music of past generations.

“When you are twenty, you start to think about what the future will hold.” – Damiano David

RS: Your musical style is often described as classical 70s rock, but in fact there are many different influences in your music. Sometimes you groove almost into funk, sometimes it's more rapping than singing. How did this mixture come to be?

Thomas: It's just that we all have our own individual influences and then we meet somewhere in the middle. And we always try to stay open for experiments.

Ethan: Yes, we are very experimental in our song writing process.

Vic: We also don't want to limit ourselves to what is regarded as typical rock music. If rap fits better at some point then we just add that in. It just happens naturally without us thinking too much about it.

RS: So why was it still rock music in the end?

Vic: Because it's the style that we feel most represented by. But actually we just play the music that we enjoy playing. That's really important to us so that we can show something real on stage. We don't want to pretend to be something that we aren't or mock those people that really enjoy our music. You should always be proud of what you're doing and never fake anything just to sell more records.

RS: Is there something like an Italian rock music scene?

Vic: There are quite a lot of bands – but the most of them are much older than us or they are more going in the direction Indie rock. There isn't really a young rock scene, which we think is a pity. But ever since we got more famous people are telling us that they started listening to rock music because of us or that they bought their first guitar and such. That's incredibly nice!

RS: So you're saying that you also want to show this style of music to a younger generation. And you capture this contrast quite well in the song 'Vent'anni', which is a typical rock ballad but lyrically portrays the thoughts of today's youth. Where did the motivation come from to write that song?

Damiano: With the song I wanted to show that I'm just a normal guy, a really typical 20-year-old. I experience the same things that other people in my age are experiencing, I'm just doing another job than them. Also I wanted to describe this age as a whole because I think it's a really special age. At 20 you start to think about what the future will hold. I think it's one of the most important stages of your life. Since we (the four of us) are all in the same age, I then started to mix our experiences together. In the end the song shows what it means to us to be 20. There is a lot of good things – you are quite carefree and are looking at life enthusiastically. But on the other hand you're too young to do certain things and too old to do others. Some people are treating you like a full-grown adult, but …

Vic: … not entirely.

Damiano: Exactly. It can get pretty frustrating at times. We wanted to show our audience: Hey, we're also just 20 years old, and we're going through the same things as you. We understand you.

RS: Except that you are the ones who are becoming a world-wide phenomenon right now. How do you want to maintain this honesty?

Damiano: I think that we could just reach this point because we have always been authentic – for better or for worse. Also we are just trying to have fun with what we're doing together. That's something special that we don't want to lose. In the end we're just four friends who started to live their dream. It's actually pretty simple. Of course – we go on stage, we get a lot of attention, we give interviews – but when we come back home we're just four friends.

#måneskin #maneskin #måneskin interview #my stuff #esc #again if you ever want anything to be translated just hit me up i'm free most of the time #ig my blog is slowly turning into a måneskin fanpage for translations and shitposting #but tbh i'm not complaining #have a great day everyone and happy waiting for sooooon

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sailorgreywolf-legacy · 4 years ago

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Ok, so no one asked for ArgChi. But I had an idea for it, so here it is. Also, with a heavy helping of Prussia.

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Chile was standing at the window looking out at the Berlin lights. It was cheery the way that the city had so many little markets with so many lights. He wished that he felt happy about this time of year, and that he could feel some warmth from the winter scene.

There was a light dusting of snow on the ground, and flakes were falling. It made him think of his beloved mountains, and the person who shared his mountainous border.

He tried to repress the thoughts. He had come to Berlin to spend the holidays with his mentor and to avoid these thoughts, and to be with the one person who seemed to value him. He had hoped his own affection for Prussia would make him happier.

Almost as if he had heard the thought, Prussia appeared in the periphery of his vision. The man had two cups in his hands and a look of concern on his face. He offered one of the cups to Chile and said, “Drink this, and then tell me what is wrong.”

He had the tone of a stern older brother, and Chile found it comforting. He had stopped being just a mentor years ago, and had taken on the role of family. Chile replied, “I wouldn’t want to ruin your party.”

He felt strange knowing that he was the only one who was not in a good mood, especially when the party was about being merry with others. He took a sip of the drink, which he correctly guessed was mulled wine.

It was a German tradition, and he had developed a taste for it. He did not expect the kick of liquor that followed the taste of wine. He said, “Is there rum in this?” Prussia gave him a knowing smile and said, “You looked like you needed it.”

Chile felt like he was being ribbed slightly, but he wasn’t going to complain about that either. It came from a place of genuine concern, and Prussia’s own unique way of showing affection.

He took another drink, and was distinctly aware of the way it burned in the back of his throat. Prussia said, “Anyway, it isn’t my party. It’s Ludwig’s party. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have invited certain people.”

He threw a pointed look back into the crowd of his relatives. Chile knew him well enough to know who he meant. If Prussia had his way, Bavaria, Saxony and Baden-Württemberg would not have been invited, since he considered them all his enemies. They shared the sentiment as far as Chile could tell.

Like every year, once they each had a few more cups of wine, the insults would begin to flow freely between Prussia and Bavaria, and Germany would attempt to get them to stop. It was a tradition as much as the wine or the Christmas markets.

Chile decided that he should voice what was on his mind. He said, “You taught me how to fight and win, but I don’t think you told me how to live with the resentment that comes after victory.”

Prussia’s gaze was sympathetic and he was glad for that. They were difficult feelings to articulate, but having someone to listen made it a bit easier. The other shook his head and said, “You wouldn’t have listened if I had tried to warn you. I’ve never met someone as insistent as you. I turned you down as a student twice, if you remember.”

Chile nodded with a wry smile. He remembered it very well. It had taken weeks of proving his own talent to show Prussia he was worth the effort, and to begin training with him. But, if there was one trait that he could pride himself on, it was his determination when he wanted something. He had been certain that Prussia could teach him how to have an efficient army, and nothing could have convinced him to accept a lesser teacher.

He replied, “I remember. And all these years later here I am at your side.” Prussia smirked and said, “You’re more than my best student. You’re a friend too.”

Chile felt himself glowing at the compliment. He had never gotten over his instinctual joy at being praised by a man who he respected enormously.

He felt like he at least owed Prussia some explanation of his quiet unhappiness. He said, “How do you deal with your family hating your success?”

It was his turn to cast a glare at Saxony, who was looking at Prussia like he would very much like to start the yearly bickering immediately. The direction of his gaze would make it clear what he meant by the question.

Prussia sighed like he could have guessed that answer and said, “I gave up caring what they think of me. They’re spiteful and petty anyway. They’ll always resent my power, and I refuse to grovel for them.”

Chile wished he could take that advice, but his brothers were not as distant as Prussia’s cousins. He did have the same large family to be able to ignore. He replied, “I don’t think I can do that. My brother already resents that I treat you like family.”

For a moment he thought about how Peru had not sent him a sweater like he usually did, and how it had hurt to know that his brother was finally giving up on him. The war had been years ago, and yet his brothers had never forgiven him.

Prussia shook his head, and said, “Well, I am always happy to have you here. You know that you are like family to me.”

Chile smiled at him, though it still felt a bit forced. He felt an ache that had very little to do with his brothers. He felt the distance, but didn’t mourn it. Prussia seemed to understand what he was feeling, and asked, “Is this about your brothers or someone else?”

The position of his eyebrows implied that he already knew. He was perceptive enough that Chile was certain that he had made the right guess. He answered, “I can’t help but think of him this time of year. I miss him so much.”

He couldn’t stop his thoughts from drifting to Argentina, because they had spent so long together at the holidays. The chill in the air and the snow always made him think of his former fiance. Prussia said, “I understand how you are feeling. I didn’t like this time of year in the nineties, because I thought about Ivan.” He paused for a moment and then added, “I dealt with it by thinking about all the things I didn't miss.”

Chile could think of one or two things he did not miss about Argentina, but they all seemed to pale in comparison to the things he loved. He asked, “And did that work?”

He found it hard to believe that it would be that easy. Once feelings developed, they seemed impossible to fight. In the years since his own breakup, it had just gotten more painful.

Prussia laughed and shook his head, “No, it didn’t. Nothing made it better until I took Vanya back. Sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants.”

Chile knew what his heart wanted. He was keenly aware of it. But the prospect of taking back his ex-fiance was difficult to contemplate. He said, “Gil, I want him back, but it isn’t that easy. He hates me.”

Prussia put his hand on his shoulder and said, “You aren’t going to fix that tonight.”

Chile could see the twinkle in Prussia’s eye that told him that he was about to do something mischievous. His mentor could be a disciplined soldier, but he also had a certain love for chaos. Prussia then winked and said, “But I can get your mind off of it. I’m about to go tell Leopold that his sweater is ugly. It should be a good show.”

#hws chile #hws prussia #hws argentina #argchi

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naturaldisasterfanfiction · 4 years ago

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34. Part 6

I shuddered at the thought, the thought of me having to play mother to a child that isn’t even mine. I hope she gathers herself for her child “not going to lie but even if I was angry with Chris, and I was hurt. I wouldn’t be bothered. I would take my child and be happy. I hope she acts right, I’m not for kids being hurt but if she goes bad and doesn’t take care of him and then Chris is gonna look to me, and then what” I said to Mel “you married a man with kids Robyn, it could happen but don’t wish these things into existence but I think that bitch is mentally unstable anyway, it’s scary. How she snapped at that boy, but I wouldn’t mind Roro being here, she’s such a happy child. That is what I like about her. I mean I think with him he may have been brainwashed with her ways; you know!?” Mel ain’t wrong “I’m not sure about him at all, Chris doesn’t have that bond anyways but if Chris ends up going court and then wins more rights over his son then I wanted, then I’m kind of not going to be happy” Mel snorted laughing “be nice to the bitch then” side eyeing Mel “nah, she ain’t getting my money, she can fuck herself. Chris is just not rubbing my feet right now, he’s here on his phone. He needs to be like me, not care for my phone” I huffed out “but I think you may need to have that thought in your mind and accept what may happen, you know?” Mel is right “let me check on what he’s doing, I don’t want people upsetting him. He likes to read into things, I need his page deleting again” walking around the counter slowly, he has not moved away from his phone at all. The thing is people love to harass Chris because they know he takes it to heart, and cares because Chris was looking at me with puppy dog eyes and then I spoke. That bitch is a bully, and I won’t have it, he just wants to a quiet life. Chris is not weak, never that but he just wants a quiet life that he pays the bitch money, like now. She’s using Aeko as a ploy to get to him. I know his son won’t go hungry; he will be ok. I am keeping the care packages; I don’t even care about that. I don’t know where that bitch is mentally, but if things get bad I’m gonna have to have that child here. I’m not a bad person but still, I rather not.

Resting my arm on Chris’ shoulder looking down at his phone, why is my husband like this. Why does he have to get himself caught up on Instagram, pressing a kiss to the back of his head “what are you doing? We are supposed to be going upstairs” this man is staring at his tagged pictures “huh” he looked up at me “what is it? Talk to me, why are you staring at your phone and not looking at me? It’s our time” he poked his lower lip out “they are saying mean things?” I think they are “Fenty isn’t mine, they are saying how ugly I was as a baby when your forehead was bigger than my phone screen, and apparently my mom liked a post but like what if she didn’t read the caption” I sighed out “delete Instagram, you was happier without it. I want you to delete it, once you can handle the shit people say then you can go back on it. I don’t want to treat you like a child but it’s not good for your mental being when you are trying to better yourself, people are gonna tag you in shit. It’s bullying, they always do it to you. What did your mom like, tell me?” I rather we speak on it then just leaving it alone “that Rihanna got what she wanted, a baby. She will throw him soon, DNA test needed” rolling my eyes “Delete your Instagram, you don’t need this negativity” Joyce is asking for a beating from me, she is digging into this hole that she can’t escape “Robyn, Tina is on the phone, Joyce is trying to contact you?” Frowning at Dennis, Joyce is trying to call be “Joyce who?” Walking of towards Dennis and see what the fuck is up “my mom?” Chris said behind me, that boy adores his mom and she’s a bitch “is on mute?” I asked Dennis following him into the living room “yeah, Tina called and was like is Robyn there because if so Joyce is on the phone, i said who? She said Chris’ mother, I mean she has Chris’ number right?” Looking behind me and I knew Chris would be behind me following me, I didn’t want him too, but he did, I don’t blame him because it is his mother.

Taking my phone from Dennis, taking in a deep breath before answering “Tina” I said “she’s muted but she called on withheld and she said she got in touch with your manager, I’m like Robyn is her own boss so chile, I don’t know. But your publicist called me, but can I put her through?” Tina said “but what does she want? Didn’t she say what the issue was? She has her son’ number, I don’t get that she rang you like this” turning to Chris all in my space “Chris, I am going to go into another room, private. This is a private talk between us, and I don’t want you to be upset about shit yeah, then I mean it. We are going! Let the world go to shit, I don’t care. One minute Tina” moving my phone away from my ear “but I would like to hear what she has to say, it’s not fair, why didn’t she ring me. Why am I being penalised, for what!?” he spat “because she is what she is, I promise I will tell you what she says, do you trust me?” I asked “I do but I want to hear” he is hard headed but so can I “if you trust me then you will let me go and I will be back to tell you, I would not let her ever disrespect you but I can’t concentrate on this call and see your sad face, you know” Chris has this sad face now because he’s been reading shit “fine, you better tell her that she is hurting me” nodding my head “I will, just wait here. I will be back” walking by Chris “yeah so Tina, did she mention anything to you? Like what the fuck this is about!?” I would like to know anything before I answer this call “nothing, just that can I speak to Robyn, I did say she is busy and she said with my son then it clicked on who she is, Chris’ mother so yeah” rolling my eyes “ok put her through” I will go into the second living area, hopefully Chris stays put.

Sitting down on the couch “you called” I said, she is being awfully quiet for a woman that called me “I have never been an evil person Robyn, I love. I love everything and everyone, and you have married my son I see” she said “he married me, he purposed to me. I didn’t kidnap your son, clearly you think I brainwashed your grown ass son. He made his decision” I don’t want to snap at her “he is brainwashed when it comes to you, you had sex with him unprotected knowing full well what you wanted” and she says she is nice “what I wanted? Oh yes, I wanted to be the third baby mother, I wanted to be caught up in Chris’ issues, I wanted to play step mother, yes I wanted to deal with Chris’ bipolar and his odd ways, yes I wanted that. I wanted to heal Chris from his past because he hasn’t healed himself because nobody fucking cared to do it, yes Joyce! I wanted that, any sane bitch would just do what that bitch in Germany has done, oh you are just vile. Why the fuck would I wait all these years of my life to be in this situation!? Huh? Riddle me this, why is it you’re still stuck on the fact I stole your son? I didn’t steal Joyce, I took a broken man that was stuck on drugs and because I love him, if it wasn’t love he would be on the fucking streets and he would be a sperm donor, fuck!” I snapped, I just couldn’t hold back on that “you one big deluded bird” I need to not be rude “you got that bitch crying it’s love, and you crying I stole a boy you didn’t care about! Yes he is an adult, you right Joyce, he is a grown adult that his own mother failed him, I mean I am mothering him, oh wow. I am angry at you! I should be telling you, you stole your son’ adulthood because you shipped him off in his childhood to New Jersey because you couldn’t handle him, you leave him alone Joyce. You called me for what!? Hurt that I married him, mhmm. You can also stop using his name to sell your old people clothing, nobody wants those tacky shits, you also are on the list to not use his name. Only me, his daughters, his son will use his name. You! Let me find out you do, you’re getting sued, I suggest you sign those papers too Joyce!” the phone disconnected, just like that she ran off, I will not put up with shit.

I have known Chris since we were teenagers, I know everything about him, and I fucking know everything. His mother couldn’t handle him, she shipped him off. How can she allow her son to have sex as a child, I would like to murder her to be honest and they expect him to be sane. Fuck that, but that is done now. Getting up from the couch, I am done and if I get another issue now I am going to scream. I want to have some peace with Chris, no drama. I opened the door and Chris was already stood there “you don’t listen do you” tilting my head a little “you know me, you was sticking by me, like you out here dishing out gag orders on people” I chuckled “Chris, you’re my husband. I will be doing what I can, I am always doing something. I am sticking by you, like you do me. It’s ok, no evil will come between us. She will be coming to you Chris; she will want you ok?” Chris nodded his head “did you delete your Instagram?” that is the first thing “yeah, I turned my phone off too. Mel said it was be best if I did. Too much drama happening now, like people are all up in the air about it. Us being married” smiling at Chris “that is fine, I need to give my phone Dennis then we are going upstairs. We can talk about anything you like too. I am all ears, but you need to rub my feet” walking into the kitchen “those are my snacks! Get off, this fat bitch needs it but here Dennis. And please look after my daughter. If she does play up then you may come to us, do not post pictures of her, not the face anyways, you know the deal. Have fun” Jah looks like he is up to no good “he wants to wake her” Mel said “don’t bother, she will hate you for it” I said walking off “gummy drop want foot rubs huh” Chris put his arm around me “I do, and you better deliver. I think maybe we should literally sit in our robes too” I was in my robe, but I put something on to come down, after the minor meltdown earlier which I am over now.

I giggled seeing Chris in my Savage x Fenty robe, I swear he is the cutest “so you got boxers on?” I have to ask because you never know, he lifted the Robe showing me his boxers “ohhhhhh Savage Fenty boxers now? Mhmm I wonder who designed those, your dick looks bigger in those” I winked at Chris “my wife did that, I like them and this robe. I feel like a brand new guy” raising my leg at Chris “come on now” Chris chuckled getting onto the bed, he grabbed my foot “be nice now” side eyeing him gripping my foot, he sat across from me “do you have panties on?” Chris stretched my leg out to check and I yelped out “aye, I see your coochie” trying to reach over to slap his hand but Chris has a grip on my foot now “I have panties on thank you” laying back on the bed “I was just testing you gummy drop, if you take your robe off, I will take mine off” frowning at him “mhmm why you want me to take my robe off Christopher? After calling me gummy drop, I am not removing anything” Chris moved his hand and came over to me, hovering over me “I miss this” looking up at him “this position?” Chris grinned, biting on my bottom lip “I do, a lot actually” reaching my hand up and placing it at the side of Chris’ cheek, he lowered his head as he rested it on my shoulder, wrapping my arm around his neck, he didn’t lay on me but he was careful with me and just rested his head on my shoulder “I love you” pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

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Casablanca: The Characters

Perhaps the most interesting thing about Casablanca is that the only thing in black and white about the main characters is how they’re shot. The motivations, actions, and personalities of the main players, on the other hand, all reside in a rather murky gray area for much of the film. From the darkly ‘neutral’ Rick Blaine to the corrupt Captain Renault, to even the apparently noble and pure Victor Lazlo, there’s enough moral ambiguity to go around, and nothing is as it seems.

There’s a reason these are some of the most memorable characters in one of the most memorable movies in the history of Hollywood. Without any further ado, let’s take a look at the characters of Casablanca, starting, of course, with our protagonist: Rick Blaine.

(Spoilers below!)

Of the main trio of characters, Rick Blaine actually seems the least suited to be the protagonist, our hero, if you will. He seems to be pointedly neutral, world-weary, cynical, sarcastic, and cool as ice. He’s got a quick draw and an even quicker wit, he’s a chessmaster who wants no part of this war, and while exit visas are traded in his club, he never does any of the trading. He seems to have no goal other than his own profit, no ‘protagonist problem’. He is, as it would seem, the Han Solo to Victor Lazlo’s Luke Skywalker: central, but not the driving force.

In fact, while being at the center of most events of the film, Rick doesn’t actively move the plot until the last third of the film. For the first two thirds, he seems to fill much the same position as his business, Rick’s Café Americain: being a reason for the characters who do drive the plot to meet.

However.

Remember when I said how nothing in Casablanca is how it seems? That applies to Rick more than anyone else.

While Rick doesn’t overtly pick a side in the war, and claims to be out for nobody but himself, his actions speak much louder than his words. From what little we do know about his past, he has a habit of fighting on the side of the underdog, and as for the present?

He rigs the roulette wheel for the refugee couple so they can win enough to leave Casablanca. He pays his employees after his club has been closed, even though it might bankrupt him. He refuses to sell Sam. He hides the letters of transit in his club. He allows his band to play ‘La Marseillaise’ over the German patriotic song.

In short, if Rick’s out for nobody but himself, he’s doing a terrible job at it.

All of this, we see within the first two thirds of the film, the two thirds in which Rick does little to take part in the actual events. He is involved in that events are taking place around him, and he is doing nothing to stop or aid them, preferring to make snarky remarks about things happening around him. Rick’s relevance to the plot is simply because he has the letters of transit that everyone wants, and, on the surface, it doesn’t seem like he’s there for much else reason. If that’s the case, why is so much time spent showing the audience his character? If he has no goal, no ‘problem’, then why is he our protagonist?

Simple. It might take a while to wake Rick up to the events of the world, but when he moves, he moves fast.

All of the events, the demonstrations of Rick’s true character, all come to a head in the last section of the plot. It is here where we see, without a shadow of a doubt, Rick’s true colors: a sentimental idealist who finally chooses to take a side, definitively. It is here where he stops claiming that he sticks his neck out for nobody as he makes a sacrifice and takes a stand. It is here that he becomes a hero. The man who claimed he was only out for himself gives up everything for the safety and happiness of the woman he loves, and her husband.

In a way, this makes Rick an extremely unconventional protagonist. He does not change from beginning to end personality wise. He was an idealist from the beginning, under the guise of a cynic, who simply decided to stay in Casablanca and focus on the small picture: his own life and those around him. By the end of the story, he is still an idealist, just one shedding the cynical facade and choosing to look at the big picture, the world at large rather than events in his personal bubble. His character didn’t really change, but something about him sure did.

His outlook.

The way Rick perceives the world at the beginning and at the end of Casablanca is what marks the growth of his character, the change from small to big picture. And unlike the other protagonists we’ve taken a look at on this blog, it doesn’t take a journey of any kind to make that change. It takes one woman.

Ilsa. The one person that makes Rick drop his calm and collected facade, even if just for a minute.

Ilsa is the one woman Rick has ever loved, the person who matters the most to him, and she is the one who is responsible for his change of worldview, twice over, in fact. During his time with her in Paris, he is the happiest he has ever been, and it is her leaving him with a broken heart that first causes him to fall into the jaded person we meet at the beginning of Casablanca.

And it is her re-entrance into his life that first begins to re-awaken his heroic tendencies, and inspire in him a goal, a problem, a decision to make that places him firmly in ‘protagonist’ camp: the inner conflict of his personal happiness versus the right thing to do.

In the end, it is Ilsa’s plight and her conversations with Rick that persuades him to look at the big picture. His love for Ilsa pushes him into action, and forces him to step up and allow himself to do what’s right, and it is this that makes him our hero, as odd a choice as he might be.

Of course, as I mentioned, he wouldn’t be one if not for Ilsa.

At first, Ilsa would seem to be a better choice for a protagonist than Rick. She has a connection to both Rick and Victor, and is absolutely central in both the search for the letters of transit and the romance angle of the film. She is married to Victor, but in love with Rick, as she has been since their meeting in Paris.

As a result, Ilsa is the most conflicted character in the film, and masking it with a cold, detached exterior. She has an emotional strength that has carried her through her husband’s alleged death, leaving Rick, taking care of her husband, and refusing to leave Victor’s side while being pursued by Nazis. She is silk hiding steel, sentimental enough to ask Sam to play a song with memories of happier times in Paris, and forceful enough to go to Rick to try to force him to give her the letters of transit.

And remember, she too is not what she seems.

Ilsa’s true feelings are extremely hard to figure out as the film progresses. She pretends not to recognize Sam at first, and never tells either man about the other. When she does go to Rick to get the letters of transit, she pulls a gun on him, and when that clearly doesn’t phase him, she falls into his arms, declaring that she still loves him.

Ingrid Bergman manages to play Ilsa as loving both men in her life very intensely, and willing to sacrifice to keep them both safe. She is unwilling to leave Victor, but is heartbroken over parting with Rick for the second time, finding herself unable to and telling Rick to do the thinking for all of them. She is unable to make a choice, stuck in the middle, and it is as much a surprise to her as it is the audience when Rick sends her on the plane with Victor at the end. Ilsa’s life is a balancing act, torn, like Rick, between duty and personal happiness, represented by Victor and Rick.

Ilsa’s choice is tied to Rick’s choice, and as a result, despite being in love with and determined to protect both men in her life, ends on the side of duty. She too must make a sacrifice by the end in the name of the big picture.

But what of the other man in the triangle?

Victor Lazlo would seem to be another excellent choice for a protagonist. He is the closest to a traditional hero among the cast, an escapee from a concentration camp and a leader of the underground resistance against the Germans. He is the purest and most morally upright member of the main characters, representing the duty to Rick’s happiness. He is what brings the focus into the big picture, determined to take a stand for the betterment of the world, positive that he is doing the right thing.

It is he who is, and has been, married to Ilsa, and clearly loves her as much as Rick does. He is kind and understanding to her, and without pressing her for details, forgives her easily for her unknowing affair with Rick while she thought he was dead. He too is willing to sacrifice, offering to give up his chance to escape Casablanca so that Ilsa can.

In a way, Victor is the least complex character of the main trio in the film. He has little internal conflict, and is thoroughly Good throughout the entire movie. Despite not being the protagonist, he demonstrates plenty of heroic behavior that makes him a perfect contrast to Rick. His fate is in Rick’s hands as well, and when he boards the plane with Ilsa, he does so due to Rick’s own sacrifice, indicating a subtle message:

For the good of the world, sometimes we have to put what we want on the backburner.

This is why Rick is the protagonist. In the end, it is his choice what comes first, duty or happiness, and the fate of the other two depends on his growth, his decision. Be the heartless cynic, or romantic idealist?

Of course, by the end, we know that Rick is a romantic idealist at heart, but there’s another character that we’re pretty sure is a heartless cynic. But like I said, Casablanca is full of surprises.

Captain Louis Renault is the head of police in Casablanca, who busies himself by taking advantage of any given situation. He knows Rick quite well, due to frequenting his club on both official and unofficial business, and while he is supposed to be arresting the ‘usual suspects’, he’s not above a bribe. He himself admits that he blows with the wind, offering no loyalty to Germany, but none to the Resistance, either. When Rick holds a gun to him and tells him to phone the airport, he makes sure that he gets a message across to the head Nazi in Casablanca instead. Whatever serves Renault the best, that’s what he’s going to do.

Or so it would seem.

At the very end of the film, Rick has shot Major Strasser, and Renault is left with Rick’s life in his hands. Does he turn him in, a choice that would likely get him in better with the Nazi officers? We expect him to.

But instead, he mildly tells the cops to ‘round up the usual suspects’, and walks off with Rick into the fog, evidently planning to fight injustice together.

What brought about this change? Was it just advantageous, seeing as Strasser was dead? Was it out of fondness for Rick? Was it out of rebellion against the German invasion?

We don’t know. Rick doesn’t either. All we know is that he turned, at the last minute, to possibly being the sentimentalist that he accused Rick of being earlier. And we’re glad he did.

We can’t say the same for Strasser.

Strasser is a bit odd by way of ‘Movie Nazi’. This is not the caricatures of Hogan’s Heroes or the buffoon-like Hitler from The Great Dictator. He is not overtly evil in that he does not shout his orders in a cartoon like German accent and commit random acts of cruelty. He is relatively soft spoken. Make no mistake, he is definitely the villain, but the way he goes about hunting Victor and closing down Rick’s is understated and clever. He even almost wins. It’s interesting that the least ‘monstrous’ version of a Nazi in popular film is in a war propaganda film created during World War II.

Of course, a villain he is, and he dies like one too. Rick shoots him before he can get in the way of the bittersweet ending, leading to one of the most satisfying elements of the film: even in a morally gray world like that of Casablanca, good still beats evil.

Speaking of those grays, let’s talk about some of them.

Signor Ferarri is one of the most influential men in all of Casablanca, being deeply involved in the illegal affairs taking place there. He is set upon buying Rick’s club, and patiently waits for Rick to sell it to him. For being involved in illegal activities, he is a remarkably affable, if conniving, guy, willing to wait for Rick to give him the club, and even willing to help Victor and Ilsa. In Casablanca, even the grayest of the gray can have their heroic sides.

Even poor Ugarte.

Ugarte sure leaves a big impact with such a small amount of screentime. He is responsible for most of the plot, being originally in the possession of the letters of transit that he gives to Rick, but more than that, he is an indication of the kind of people that live in Casablanca. Like Captain Renault, Ugarte is eager to take advantage of a situation, but rather than caving to the Gestapo, Ugarte makes his money by selling exit visas to desperate refugees, many of whom he meets in Rick’s club.

How Ugarte got the papers in the first place is vague, and we aren’t sure whether he killed the Germans delivering them or not, but either way, Rick is a little more impressed with him when he finds out he has the letters. He doesn’t have long to be impressed though, as Ugarte is arrested and executed quite abruptly. While we don’t know much about him or his loyalties, he was there to make an impression, and make one he did.

On the other side of all of this moral ambiguity is Sam.

We don’t know a whole lot about Sam except that he knows Rick, and knew him and Ilsa in Paris. He plays the piano, and is the source of that catchy tune: ‘As Time Goes By’. He’s good friends with Rick, enough to try to keep him company while Rick is upset, and is vital to bringing Rick and Ilsa back together. Rick is fond enough of him that he makes sure that he’s paid extremely well when he sells his club to Ferrari, which, considering how Rick tries to present himself is pretty telling as to how close the two are.

Perhaps the best part of Casablanca are its memorable and iconic characters. It is these people and the depth to both their characters and their plight that makes them so compelling, even seventy five years after they first made their mark on the silver screen. For all of the ‘corny’ drama that Casablanca can seem like, it feels real. These characters feel real, and as a result, the audience feels for them. Our hearts break for them and their struggles with their own personal conflicts, and we feel the weight of the decisions they have to make.

The brilliance of Casablanca is in crafting these real, genuine people the audience can understand, from their motivations to their faults. We want these people to be happy, and yet we know they can’t be. The movie asks the viewers to struggle with the same choice that Rick, Ilsa and Victor must make, and the sincerity and openness with which this choice is made clear holds up decades later.

Casablanca feels completely genuine. It’s a film grounded in realism, yet steeped with a hopeful edge that takes some of the bitterness out of its melancholy ending. We care about these people. We care about what happens to them. Their ending, their lives, matter to us in the way that all characters are meant to do.

In short? There’s a reason Casablanca’s characters are so beloved and so iconic years later. They earned their spot in Hollywood’s hall of fame.

Thank you guys so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, stick around for more, as we discuss Casablanca’s place in the culture of 1942 next time! Don’t forget that the ask box is always open for questions, suggestions, discussions, or just saying hi. I hope to see you all in the next article.

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Request: Request: hi! Love your writing! Can I ask for a weird request? Can I get a Stark reader who was close with Tony then something happened and they drifted apart and he stopped being a good dad and so now after endgame she’s kind of dealing with that fact and the fact her dsds dead and there’s like other conflicts relating to that like him moving on with Morgan and Pepper? Also could she have been dusted or something? Thx your amazing!

Requested by: Anonymous

Post date: 5-29-19

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A/N: Ok so I love Tony Stark and it was like incredibly hard for me to write like him as a bad dad so I hope you all like this and this request kind of killed me but I loved it. 😂 please reblog/comment/like and if you requested something I working on it! I’ve got many things in the works! Love you all! Also I just hit 100 followers and I couldn’t be happier! Thank you all so much! Now for 200!

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“Goodbye Dad” you whispered as you stared down at the casket beside you. Your fingers gently traced over the wood, everything slowly becoming a reality for you. Your dad was gone. Tony Stark was gone. You’ve cried and cried but it didn’t bring him back, so you did the only thing you could think of. You moved on. You glanced around the funeral, seeing who was there and who was crying. It showed emotion, showed how someone felt. You didn’t cry this time. You haven’t cried since... well since you thought you moved on.

“He would’ve been proud of you kid, you know that, right?” Happy said wrapping his arm around you and pulling your shoulder into his side. You mindlessly nodded your head, not paying attention to what the man was saying as you were in your world. Looking up you caught sight of Peter, tears falling down his face as wiped them away just as fast. His eyes looked with yours before he gave you a sad smile, unable to hold back any emotion.

‘He would’ve been proud of you kid’

He would’ve been proud of Peter, Peter was more of a son to Tony than you had been a daughter. Hell, Peter seemed to be mourning him more. Your head turned to face Happy before shrugging out of his embrace, heading into the house. A house gotten when you were gone. A life made when you were dusted. 5 years. You were gone 5 years and you come back then your dads gone? Thanos really messed you all up.

“Hey what are you doing in here? Everyone’s outside.” Pepper asked snapping you out of your thoughts.

You avoided her gaze. “I just needed to get away for a bit. I’ll be back soon.” The room was empty was empty after Pepper left, leaving you to let your thoughts wander.

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You could hear the cries and shouts from the battle below as you flew above it all in the suit you made with your dads help. You had watched as the team took out as many of Thanos’ army as possible before you could go through the portal Doctor Strange made you. As soon as the fighting started you had gotten hurt, the suit breaking down your right arm as a huge scratch and crack came after.

“Ughh Arti, what’s the damage?”You asked the A.I. In your suit, Arti. When he told you your arm was broken you groaned before getting back up determined to finish the fight. You looked around, hoping to see family winning and right away you saw Peter and your Dad. You let out a light laugh them, both bloodied up but smiling as they hug. You carefully went over there, not interrupting their moment but fast enough so Thanos’ guys didn’t see you. When they pulled apart Peter’s eyes found you, you couldn’t help the smile that covered your face. He quickly pulled you into his embrace, squeezing you tighter than he just hugged your dad which made you feel good inside. It didn’t feel like 5 years to you two but you knew it had been. When you separated you made your way to your dad hoping for a hug from him as well. But when he patted your back your hopes fell.

“Hey Kid. Glad you’re back.” He gave you a smile before patting you again, turning around to fight off some creature. Your smile fell. That was all you got? Peter got a freaking hug and you got a pat on the back. You drowned out the noise around you as you stared at him fighting, desperate to say something to him but not knowing what.

Arti’s voice pulled you out of your trance, “on your 6, miss Stark.” You quickly turned around, shooting down the creature who tried to get the jump on you. As the battle continued, you ran into more of your team each one either happy you’re back or happy you’re both back. When you caught sight of Thanos you flew over to him as others did as well. You all tried to get to him but when he threw you off him causing you smack your head on the ground you almost passed out. You stayed on the ground trying your best to focus but unable to until you saw Thanos put his hand in the air to snap and you moved onto your elbows unsure about what’s going to happen.

“I am inevitable.” He says as you get on your feet. When his snap sounds you wince until you realize nothing happened. You let go of your breath and a smile falls on your face as you look at your dad who was panting as his hand went up.

“No…” you whispered as the stones made their way down his hand. You knew what was going to happen. He was going to die and you couldn’t stop it. “Dad! No!”

“I am Iron Man.”

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“Your dad was a hero.” You hadn’t realized Peter’s arms where around you until he spoke, your throat was dry as you held back tears. You weren’t going to cry, you wouldn’t let yourself cry over him. he was gone, and crying would’ve changed anything.

“I didn’t want him to be a hero. I wanted him to be my dad, but he wasn’t because he was too busy playing hero.” You whispered, reaching up to wipe the stream of tears on his eyes. Peter’s face looked even sadder if it was even possible causing you to pull him close to you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his fell on your waist, his head resting in your hair laid on you shoulder. For a few moments it felt like nothing changed, Peter and you were hanging out in your room at the Avengers tower and your dad was down in his lab. But that couldn’t happen anymore. You both separated when you heard footsteps leading into the room. Morgan’s body soon came into your view and you gave her a soft smile. “Hey Morgan. How’s it going, girl?”

She looked up at you before shrugging at you, blowing you off as she turned to Peter. “Peter! I want a cheeseburger! Come with me.” Peter glanced between your sullen face and her happy face, unsure of what to do until you nodded, lightly shaking your head to let him no it was okay. He picked her up before turning to you, mouthing an apology as you pretended to smile. Only when he walked out of the room did you finally react. Morgan didn’t like you and you were her sister, instead she wants to spend her time with Peter, someone who wasn’t even related to him. You laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as your fingers played with the hem of your black dress. Morgan didn’t think of you as her sister, hell a few weeks ago she didn’t even know you existed, no one told her about you. You stared at the ceiling until someone else decided to ruin your solitude.

Happy looked down at you as he gently grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the couch as you groaned, “Come on Y/N, everyone’s heading home now so it’s time to say goodbye.”

“I already said goodbye.” You mumbled, trying to fall back down but to no avail.

Happy sighed, “I meant to them, not to- not to your dad.”

“oh…”

“You coming?” You nodded your head as you let him drag you back outside, refusing to look in the direction of the casket. You gave everyone hugs and said your goodbyes before heading over to the lake, watching the water ripple. It hurt, your whole body ached, and you couldn’t stop it. You could feel your cheeks getting slightly wet, but you made no move to dry it, just letting it fall. You needed to be alone, but unfortunately for you, some people just didn’t understand that. Happy and Peter refuse to let you go through this by yourself, they wanted to be by your side the whole time. When Peter sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder you had begun sobbing, causing the boys heart to break at the sound.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s going to be ok. I’m here, I’m here. I’m not leaving you. Ever.” He said, gently rubbing your hair as he kissed your forehead, your sobs had slowed until your labored breathing was the only thing they heard.

“I couldn’t save him.” you whispered, Peter and Happy’s head perking up at the words. Your eyes were blocked by tears as you tried to look through them, still staring at the water in front of you. “I couldn’t save him. Hell, I could barely save myself! I’m not a hero! He said it himself I was just a mistake.”

Happy’s heart stopped when you said that, hoping that you weren’t talking about what he thinks you were. “What are you talking about?”

You let out a chuckle as you turned to face the man. “I heard you guys... that day before he went to Germany. We fought, and I stormed out of the tower, couldn’t get my head straight. I ended up at this bar and they let me in, I mean Y/N Stark, such publicity. I got hammered, so I left and wanted to talk to him, wanted to apologize... but keep in mind I was drunk and when I went down to his lab, I saw you and him talking... and he looked like he was also drunk off his ass. I listened. I heard my name and I wanted to know what you were talking about.” Your words were soft but they somehow managed to hit Happy hard.

“You heard us?” Your eyes locked with his as you nodded. Peter grabbed your hand as he looked confused at the both of you.

“Not at first, my brain wasn’t retaining information and so I put my glasses on and asked Arti to record it. At the time all I managed to get was Y/N, 15 years, slut, and mistake. At first, I thought he was talking about me being a slut because I didn’t think he knew about, well about me still being a virgin at the time. I tried rationalizing everything, but I was way too drunk, so I called it a night. Next morning, I woke up hungover but sober, so I watched the video. He didn’t call me a slut... no he said he banged some slut 15 years ago and Y/N was the mistake... he called me a mistake. The rest of the video wasn’t any better. Talking about how I wasn’t a good daughter and was just a liability on the field. He left for Germany and when he came back everything was different. It was like that one fight changed my life forever.” Peter squeezed your hand as you closed your eyes, trying your hardest to hold in the soft cries. Happy just stared at you, full of regret. He should’ve done something that night, said anything about you to defend you but instead he didn’t, he just listened.

“Y/N…” Your eyes darted open as you stood up to face the man, your voice laced with anger as well as sorrow.

“NO! It’s true! H-he stopped wrapping an arm around me when he was proud of me, his little forehead kisses he gave me were cut down by like 90%, and he stopped hanging out with me in his lab, me talking about my life or school and him working on his latest project where he would screw up and then I would fix it. Everything changed. You know when he went to space, I didn’t know until Pepper told me. She said that she thought I would’ve been the first to know. This was 10 hours after he left. I was dusted, Happy. Pepper told me everything about when he came back. He kept mumbling ‘I lost the kid. I lost the kid’ and she thought he meant me, but when he said ‘I lost him’ she realized he didn’t mean me. He meant Peter. I wasn’t his daughter. I was as much of his daughter as any other sorry little lost girl in the world.” You hadn’t realized you were shouting until you stopped talking eyes wide as you came closer to Happy, fists clenched as they shook. You needed this, to be able to vent. You’ve been holding this in for so long and now you were just letting it all out, saving your regrets for later. Peter hadn’t said a word since you started yelling, to afraid of angering you even more.

Happy put his hands on your shoulder, determined to calm you down, but there was no point. “Y/N, you don’t mean that.”

“I do. I mean every word I say. He blew it off. When Pepper told him, he blew me off. You know I knew he wanted a kid with Pepper, but you’d think that he would’ve acknowledged the daughter he had now. He blew it off. They had Morgan and they moved on. He forgot about me. And now 5 years later I come back and he’s hugging Peter in the middle of the battle field and when I go down there, he pats my back and continues fighting. Then he died. But you know what. He was dead to me long before that. My dad died that night I recorded you two.”

“Y/N...” your anger tripled every time he tried to get you to calm down.

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME! I NEED TO GET THIS OUT! I met Morgan. And-and you know what, she had no idea who the fuck I was. I said my name and she looked right through me. No one told her about me. I expected that from him. But you? And Pepper? You didn’t say anything about me to her? Nothing at all. I’m her sister and she didn’t even know I existed. You know, I could’ve done it. What he did. I was right there, I had my hands on Thanos and yet... it was him. It should’ve been me. The world didn’t need me. It could’ve gotten along just fine. It looks like it had and then I came back, and the world was... fucked.” Your voice cracked as your speech faded. Everyone was quiet no one knew what to say. Your eyes had traveled down to the ground, tears falling faster than ever as you slowly turned towards the house. You thought Peter would’ve followed you or Happy, but no one did. You were alone, and he was dead. You wished it was you. You wished your dad was with his new family and you had been the one to snap. You wished you were the dead girl.

PART 2

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loudsuitlover · 5 years ago

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Love is a lot of texts

Part 1. Love is a lot of doubts

Luke

Luke: I have to send you a voice mail telling you what happened to my wound

Anna: What happened to your wound? Oh boy! I can’t leave you on our own, can I?

Luke: Haha nothing happened to the wound don’t worry

Anna: Oh, thank God! My little girl! I have treated that wound with more love than I treat some people

Luke: lol it’s just they didn’t take out the stitches yet so I’ll have to go to Germany with them on haha family trip with stitches included haha If you want you can come to Germany with me, we have a spare spot, so you could continue taking care of it

Anna: And of the wound as well ;) Like your personal nurse hey?

Luke: HAHAHAHA you’re too much

Anna: You make it pretty easy... Do you think you’ll surive all the way in Germany without me? Please don’t hurt yourself again, you won’t have a Med student around to take care of your injuries...

Luke: I don’t know... I’ll try... But in case I do get injured, I’ll think of you

Anna: Given how clumsy you are, if you think of me every time you get injured you must be so in love by now...

Luke: I’ll be careful then... I need to forget about you...

Anna: Will you stay above me? Look my way, never love me. This is a joke only well-versed in music people will understand...

Luke: Of course I understand, you idiot. Your jokes keep falling, your jokes keep falling.

Anna: Alright your chill hour of music before sleep was enough for that.

Luke: It helps me fall asleep and forget people like you

Anna is writing....

Luke: who show up so frequently in my mind

Anna: I was writing that you’re despicable but you fixed it with that so I won’t.

Luke: Haha we always end up talking about the same... Why is that, Anna? You tell me.

Anna: Haha Idk...But they say between joke and joke the truth is shown ;)

Luke: Well, if you want me to show you something else, you just have to say the word ;)

Anna: haha you’re good. Maybe when you come back from Germany you can come over and show it to me.

And the wound too.

Luke: I’d love to, as long as some other time you come over and show me something else.

Anna: Done ;)

- --- -

Harry

Anna sent a youtube video: Carrot cake with MasterChefStyle

Harry: bitch

Anna: Handsome. Love you. I’m gonna grab my headphones. I want to listen to MasterChefStyle before going to bed. I really do love you.

Harry: Dude, I don’t know in which moment I thought it was a good idea to tell you about this. I changed my name afterwards.

Anna: Don’t worry MasterChefStyle. Your secret is safe with me.

Harry: To MisterChefystyles

Anna: HAHAHAHA I was going to criticize you for changing such wonderful name

Harry: Full incognito

Anna: But then I read the y in MisterChefystyles and I said mate just when I thought it couldn’t get better

Harry: That’s me

Anna: Did you wake your mum already or you’re still on the way?

Harry: Actually I just got here, listen.

Harry sent a voice mail.

Anna: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Your poor mum had to send you to hell

Harry: I’m in for some slaps

Anna: Like the ones you gave me last night? ;) Oh boy, even me myself got scandalized

Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Anna: Thanks for sharing this moment with me really. It’s like just on one night I’ve gotten to know you like I’ve known you for years. You tell me about your sister, you show me videos of your family, I listen to your mum’s voice and I found out who MisterChefystyles was. I haven’t been happier in my entire life. I adore you.

Harry: Yeah you’re really finding out about all my secrets... You’ll end up finding out the truth about my micropenis.

Anna: That’s everything I want in life.

Harry: Oh, no, another? It seems to be a lot of people’s principle goal.

Anna sent a photo.

Harry: Oh no. How do you even have that photo?

Anna: Because I keep everything of yours because I love you.

Harry: Oh boy.... I’ll believe you in the end.

Anna: You can believe me. I never lie.

Harry: You lie more often than you talk, Annie haha Good night beautiful X

Anna: Good night MisterChefystyles xx

- --- -

Luke

Anna: Oh boy, nobody cares about your stitches, except from me... You see when I’m a doctor this won’t happen to you. I might kill you with a wrong diagnose but you’ll never be unattended

Luke: hahaha Idk what I prefer... But I actually believe in you even though you don’t haha

Anna: Hey that was actually sweet. I love you shit.

Luke: I do love you shit.

Anna: Oh <3 x

Luke: Got rid of the stitches :)

Anna: Really? Awesome! Did it hurt? What did they say about the scar? That it looked so good because someone must have taken really good care of it? :)

Luke: haha it didn’t hurt and it was all very fast, they didn’t even say anything about how it looked haha but I know it’s all because of you if that means anything

Anna: Of course it does :) Anyway, how are you? How is Germany?

Luke: It’s actually very very pretty. It’s such a shame you haven’t been here, I reckon you’ll love it but don’t worry Anna, someday we’ll make a trip over here and I’ll show you around :)

Anna: Well that would be great! I would love you a lot!

Luke: Could you even love me any more than you do now?

Anna: It’ll be hard that’s for sure... And if you want we can rent a car and I can show you how to properly drive. I know you manage more or less but I’ll let you learn from the best.

Luke: HAHAHAHAHA very funny! You’ll be lucky if I let you drive at all.

Anna: Of course you’ll let me drive! I’m such a good driver

Luke: I’m actually curious about how bad you actually drive so I’ll let you even if it’s just to find out. I love you anyway but you already know that.

Anna: hahaha you’re by far the silliest person I know. When you’re back I’ll win you at an illegal race in order to shut up that mouth of yours.

Luke: If silly is the one who makes silly things then I admit I am sometimes but so are you ;) Illegal race her? What a good driver, lady! Challenged accepted.

Anna: Actually, thinking it through, you already have a scar on your skull because of an opened window... I wouldn’t want you to kill yourself trying to pass me because then how would I get over that?

Luke: Don’t worry, I won’t need to pass you because you’ll always be after me

Anna: Excuse you, but you’re the one who’s always after me ;)

Luke: I don’t know if it was intentional but I got the double sense there and just so you know in that sense you’re actually the one who’s after me, I already got ya, love.

Anna: Well it took you long enough! I don’t wash the hair of just anybody...

Luke: Haha just thinking about it makes me laugh. Sometimes I still can’t believe you actually washed my hair ;) You’re funny, Annie, you should make stand up comedy... Or we could make a show together but we let’s do it soon

Anna: And the show as well.

Luke: The show can wait

Anna: And you?

Luke: I can’t wait to be back but it all depends on my brother... He’s sick and we’re still in the hospital, we don’t know what’s going on, some infection or something.

Anna: Wait, are you serious? But how is he? Is it serious?

Luke: He’s good, yeah, he’s just got a fever and this belly ache that won’t fade away but don’t worry. I’ll keep you inform we just don’t know much yet.

Anna: I’m so sorry, Luke. I hope it’s nothing because your mum already has enough on her plate worrying about you.

Luke: hahahaha very true. She’s a saint.

Anna: Well she’ll be proud of you when you introduce me to the family.

Luke: Or maybe she disinherits me

Anna: I hate you.

Luke: Wow, that’s the ugliest thing you’ve ever said to me.

Anna: Idiot.

Luke: Look, our first fight.

Anna: hahaha now the reconciliation. It’s your turn to wash my hair

Luke: hahaha It’d be my pleasure. One of these days we can meet up and I’ll wash that beautiful hair of yours. Best plan ever.

Anna: haha now I love you again. Can’t you see how easy it is for you?

Luke: Yay! Does that mean I don’t have to wash your hair anymore? Nah, I’m kidding. Really I even want to haha

Anna: Whenever you want.

Luke: Want me.

Anna: I already do and if you wash my hair even more.

Luke: Your house or mine?

Anna: I have a bath ;)

Luke: Then it’s settled.

Anna: I don’t even know if you’ll manage.

Luke: Why wouldn’t I?

Anna: Because you’ll get nervous and get shampoo on my eyes.

Luke: hahaha I would never do that! And btw the doctor just said the fever is gone and he’s free to go so we’re flying back home in the morning so he can go to the hospital at home and stuff.

Anna: That’s so great! I’m so happy for my brother-in-law! I hope he gets well soon.

Luke: hahaha he said thanks but he still doesn’t aprove of our romance.

Anna: He knows I’m too good for you...

Luke: hahaha I believe he thinks the exact opposite but whatever helps you sleep at night.

Anna: I sleep perfectly fine thank you, I have no doubts. I think we all know what this is about already.

Luke: I don’t ;)

Anna: Well if you’re as slow driving as you are thinking then I already won the illegal race

Luke: Thankfully I’m only slow on certain things... And driving is not one of them ;)

- --- -

Harry

Harry: Well if I do the masters degree I’m not doing it here. I think I want to go to France for a while.

Anna: Nooooooooooooooooooo

Harry: You’re going to Italy so don’t complain! Hey where the fuck are you going to be in August?

Anna: Here :) And I’ll come back from Italy, it’s only for ten months not “for a while”

Harry: I’ll come back too. For you. I think. And if you’re gonna be here in August, get some of the guys together and come visit me to my sister’s :)

Anna: I’ll remember that

Harry: Or you could come on your own :) But it’s kind of far away... And you’ll probably forget because you’ll meet an Italian guy and fall in love with him

Anna: I can drive up to your sister’s and I won’t get a ticket because I do respect speed limits :) And I won’t fall in love with anyone. Now that I know God I won’t pray to saints.

Harry: I don’t know what to say to that. I’m speechless.

Anna: hahah Cook me something

Harry: Anytime haha you’ll come then? To my sister’s? :)

Anna: Yes :) I’ll surprise you guys.

Harry: Stay for several days, we’ll spend the day at the beach and then you’ll sleep in my bed

Anna: Will I have to go in through your window like a thief?

Harry: It has fences but I’ll get a rotaflex, don’t worry.

Anna: HAHAHAHA Yeah, surely your mum won’t hear that.

Harry: well that’s okay, she’ll be proud when she sees you.

Anna: Yeah, right, like when my Aussie exboyfriend’s dad found us on the pool... Not cool.

Harry: Wait, whaaaat? lol

Anna: Haven’t I told you about that?

Harry: No. I mean I think you haven’t. You’ve told me many things but since you’re life is so fucking interesting

Anna: That was the cruelest joke you’ve ever said to me.

Harry: It wasn’t a joke, silly. I’m serious. You’re probably the most interesting person I know. If only you ate meat...

Anna: Well I don’t bite meat but sometimes I suck on it HAHAHAHA God I love scandalizing you. I know what face you made when you read it.

Harry: I almost have a heart attack

Anna; I love saying these things to you because I remember that one time we were playing truth or dare and you ask me something and I didn’t quite understand so I answered wrong and now you think I’m like such a fucker and I love that.

Harry: What do you mean?

Anna: You remember when you asked me if I had been with more than three guys?

Harry: Yes.

Anna: And I said “sure”?

Harry: Yes.

Anna: Well I thought you meant kissing. That’s what I said sure like that, like it was so obvious that I had been with more than three haha

Harry: Oh haha I mean it’s fine either way haha

Anna: I know but it’s just not true and since you know so many things about me now, I thought you should know that too.

Harry: Okay. So with how many have you been? Just curious.

Anna: But what do you mean with “been”? Like- naked?

Harry: Well then you’d count that one time you went to the nudist beach with your girlfriends... I mean fuck for God’s sake.

Anna: Hahaha then 1

Harry: THEN YOU LIED!

Anna: hahaha no I didn’t lie! I told you! I just understood you meant kiss! And I mean I was three months living on my own in a foreing country... Of course I’ve kissed more than three guys... But this is a secret between me and you because I have no clue why but somehow in my group of friends everyone thinks I’m a sex goddess haha but it’s not true

Harry: Don’t worry about that, you’d still be a sex goddess even if you were a virgin.

Anna: HAHAHA I don’t know how I got that reputation but I kind of like that nobody knows the truth about that haha well now you do but you won’t tell

Harry: Of course I won’t, don’t worry. And I don’t know either but to me ever since I met you you’ve been like the female version of Joey. Well no, you’re actually more like Barney Stinson. Yeah, that’s you, 100%

Anna: What? Haha that’s so funny. I must be so snobby then because that couldn’t be farthest away from the truth haha

Harry: No, you’re not snobby at all because it’s not about what you say. You don’t ever brag about that. I think it’s just the way you are, you know? Like how you talk, the way you look, the way you smile... You’re confident and very attractive so... I guess we all just assume haha

Anna: Are you serious? I don’t ever get anybody’s attention! That’s what I thought of you when I met you, you know? That you probably get any girl you want.

Harry: Oh, come on! Don’t come to me with the false modesty! And me? Getting girls? HAHAHA I am terrible at flirting! I always mess it up haha Everything I’ve had I’ve had it because it had practically fallen on my lap. If it had been for me I’d still be a virgin.

Anna: Then just like me.

Harry: Yeah, right. You’re a goddess, mermaid.

Anna: And you’re an idiot haha I’ve had guys rejecting me since middle school.

Harry: Did you check if they were blinds?

Anna: Haha can you stop? I’m being serious!

Harry: So am I! But please do tell me, open up your heart.

Anna: Well, you know how silly I am! I mean I did tell you about Lorenzo.

Harry: Well, yeah, but that was just a bump in your impeccable carreer.

Anna: Not at all haha I’m just an idiot, that’s it. When I like a guy I get all weird with stupid jokes and then guys just never notice me.

Harry: Hahaha I can’t believe you. That’s impossible.

Anna: Haha alright, we’ll see if you say the same five years from now when I’m a single surgeon.

Harry: Trust me, what will surprise me about that would be the surgeon part.

Anna: hahahaha you’re such a jerk!

Harry: The only reason you’re single is because you want to.

Anna: Don’t think so.

Harry: Know so. And anyway, you have a gay best friend. You’re already safe. You’ll always be the woman on his life.

Anna: That’s true. Cody I love you.

Harry: And if not, I can be you plan H.

Anna: You’re my plan A.

Harry: I think that’s the most beautiful thing a girl has ever said to me. Only second to my mum’s “you’re the most handsome guy in the planet”

- --- -

Luke

Luke: Hey if you’re up tell me a funny story.

Anna: Sorry I was asleep but I’m up now :) What was it? How are you?

Luke: Well I was a bit worried because the doctor said the blood tests weren’t all that soothing but then he explained everything and it’s better.

Luke sent a voice mail.

Anna: Oh, well, chronic diseases do suck but at least they know what he has? I don’t really know what to say to you but just know I’m here if you need me, yeah? And you know I know nothing about medicine but if you wanna talk about alpacas just call me :) And I love you.

Luke: HAHAHAHAHAHA I don’t know how you do it but you always get smiles out of everyone even when it looks imposible. I am so grateful I know you. Alpacas hahaha You always make me laugh. Thank you.

Anna: Oh boy, you’re gonna make me blush haha

Luke: Don’t get nervous ;)

Anna: So you still wanna hear a funny story?

Luke: I’m always in for that, am I not?

Anna: Well in that case. I’ve been playing on my own with one of the toys of the girl I nanny for like 25 minutes. She got tired but here I am still painting with these things.

Anna sent a photo.

It’s so calming.

Luke: Hahaha that’s just pitiful. Where’s the girl you nanny?

Anna: I’m not actually nannying now. It was her birthday and she invited me so I came,

Luke: You went to the an eight-year-old birthday party for free?

Anna: She invited me! I couldn’t say no. She’s like a little sister to me now.

Luke: You’re something else. Anyway, tell her happy birthday from a random stranger.

Anna: Will do :)

Luke: Thinking it through, I’m not even a stranger... If she’s like your sister, then she’s like my future sister-in-law...

Luke sent a photo.

Btw that’s the best part of your drawing.

Anna: Did you really just spend all this time searching for the error?

Luke: I mean it wasn’t that hard to search.

Anna: Yeah right.

Luke: Hey Anna

Anna: Yes?

Luke: I actually can’t wait to see you.

Anna: Neither can I :)

Luke: And before we start declaring our love to one another, did I just see a picture of your dog on a mat in the middle of your pool?

Anna: HAHAHA Yes you did! She’s so annoying! She wouldn’t let me lay under the sun because she just keeps laying on top of me and licking me all over so I have to get on the mat on the pool but now she jumps in there too. There’s no scape!

Luke: Well they say love between two female dogs is the strongest ;)

Anna: Mate then if you come here, she’ll go crazy!

Luke: Crazy jealous of seeing me with you

Anna: Haha She’s not jealous and I’m sure she’ll love you, don’t you know they say dogs do like their owners?

Luke: Somehow that was actually beautiful. If you keep it up with those you’ll have my heart in no time.

Anna: Good then :)

Luke: Good :)

- --- -

Harry

Harry: Tell me another song.

Anna: You already learnt the last one? Man you’re fast.

Harry: There’s nothing to do but play the guitar at my sister’s.

Anna sent a song. Andrew Belle Pieces Acoustic

Anna: I love that song and I think it’s easy on the guitar. You can learn it so you can sing it to me when you ask me to be your girlfriend.

Harry: hahahaha I’ll hire eight to ten mariachis for that. I’ll search the chords but yeah it seems easy and I like it too. Thanks, muse.

Anna: Haha you’re welcome, artist

Harry: I think I can learn it and sing it to you on Tueday when I’m home

Anna: Wait, you’re coming home on Tuesday already? :)

Harry: hahaha no, I’m only passing by but I’ll stay a day or two.

Anna: What for?

Harry: I’m picking Mum up from the aiport and then we’re driving back to my sister’s.

Anna: Oh, thank God, I thought you were just passing by because you couldn’t live without me and I was thinking how is this guy going to handle next year when I’m gone?

Harry: Please don’t remind me. And even though it’s true I can’t live without you, that’s not the reason I’m driving three hours there and three hours back as you can see. Anyway, when the fuck are you coming to visit? Because I saw Cody two days ago and I told him something and I said “don’t tell anyone, not even Anna” and he said “no I won’t tell her because I want to see her face when you tell her”

Anna: Hahaha I love that that’s the reason he won’t tell me. So you’re not telling me either until I go visit you.

Harry: That’s right, you got it.

Anna: Okay well I’ll go after you pick up your mum from the airport.

Harry: In fact, why don’t you come up with us?

Anna: In your car?

Harry: Yes, I’ll respect speed limits this time, don’t you see my mum will be in the car too?

Anna: A three hours ride with your mum and you? Haha And then how do I get home?

Harry: I can drive you.

Anna: Three hours here and three hours back?

Harry: I could still a day or two too. That way we’ll spend more time together too.

Anna: Mmm I’ll think about it.

Harry: I don’t wanna beg but I will if I have to

Anna: Haha you don’t have to. I’ll take it as the beginning of our visits. I visit you at your sister’s, you visit me in Italy.

Harry: Right cause it’s the same thing haha

Anna: You have to come anyway, otherwise I’ll step on your throat and never talk to you ever again.

Harry: Wow, so agressive. I don’t know what’s worse.

Anna: That’s sweet? I guess?

Harry: Haha Well, I’ll go but then you’ll have to come visit me when I move to Norway.

Anna: You’re not moving to Norway because I don’t want to live there. It’s too cold.

Harry: I don’t want you to go to Italy and you’re going anyway.

Anna: It’s not the same because Italy is closer and the weather is nicer and I’m coming back. I’m not moving, it’s just a scolarship. Just wait for me, when I’m back I’ll confess my love to you.

Harry: Didn’t you just do it? Now I won’t be able to look surprise when you get on one knee and ask me to marry you.

Anna: Well I wasn’t going to ask you to marry me so soon. I was just going to ask you to be my plus one to the family reunion, like my formal boyfriend as my grandma calls it.

Harry: I thought that was Cody?

Anna: Cody is my brother.

Harry: Does he know that?

Anna: Cody is gay. You know what? I’ll have to invite another guy who understands my relationship with Cody. He’s more than a friend but less than a lover. You had everything Harry, if only you had understood that...

Harry sent a photo.

Harry: Cody says “siblings don’t know the way you taste”

Anna: Cody if I end up single because of you I swear to God I’ll cut you from your throat to your anus and I’ll hang you from the wall like a salami.

Harry: HAHAHAHAHA Don’t worry Annie. You won’t end up single.

Anna: Well I don’t know because Norway is far away and it’s too cold and they see so little sun :(

Harry: Well okay, you win, I’ll stay home.

Anna: I mean we can go elsewhere if you hate home so much. Just somewhere not that cold.

Harry: I don’t care where if it’s with you.

Anna: Oh, I love you.

Harry: I love you too.

- --- -

Luke

Anna: Remember when you told me I was going to break my back one of these days? I think the day has arrived :(

Luke: What do you mean? Are you okay?

Anna: My back hurts a lot :( I need a massage.

Luke: Does your back really hurts or you just want a massage? haha

Anna: Well you’re a physical therapist, aren’t you?

Luke: Student*

Anna: And you’ve never given me a massage

Luke: I was going to say you’re a med student and you’ve never heal me but that would be lying

Anna: That’s right. That’s why you need to give me a massage, a good one that leaves me with a feeling of euphoria and light-weight

Luke: HAHAHAHA I’m so sorry to inform you I don’t think I can do that. So far I can only give therapeutic massages and trust me they don’t live you ephoric and light-weighted lol If you want euphoria you should try drugs

Anna: Man you’re idiotic. I had made the joke so easy for you, it’s practically told on its own but you let the opportunity passed. I’ll remember this.

Luke: You mean I have to get myself another girl who actually appreciates my therapeutic massages?

Anna: I think I could get over it

Luke: Well I guess it was beautiful while it lasted Anna.

Anna: No, no, I take it back. Don’t get yourself another girl.

Luke: hahahahaha what is it gonna be?

Anna: Actually if you want, try to get yourself another girl. Let’s see if you can find some who washes your hair like I did.

Luke: lol okay after this reflection time I’ve decided to keep you but on one condition: next time, don’t wash just my hair ;)

Anna: Well alright but I hope you know what you’re doing and by that I mean if you fall hopelessly in love with me I won’t be responsible for that

Luke: hahahahaha I think I’ll take that risk

Anna: Good ;)

Luke: Anna my nose is bleeding. Come heal me.

Anna: Are you serious? You’re always giving things to do haha What’s your problem?

Luke: You are! Nah, really I’ve always been a lot of work

Anna: Well that’s good, entertaining

Luke: Yeah, I was very naughty when I was a little boy

Anna: So was I. I know it’s hard to believe because I’m adorable

Luke: It actually doesn’t surprise me from you haha I just used to play hide and seek without warning. Mum wasn’t happy about it haha What was your problem?

Anna: I was just evil. My mum always tells the same story to illustrate my wickedness. When I was four years old I filled the bathtub and told my older brother that mum wanted him to have a bath with his clothes on so he did and then when mum found him I said “mum look! My brother got on the tub with his clothes on!”

Luke: HAHAHAHA that’s just cruel!

Anna: yeah I know, I’m not oroud

lroud*

proid*

proud* FUCK

Luke: HAHAHA what’s wrong with you?

Anna: I get nervous talking to you Luke

Luke: I can tell haha Don’t be

Anna: Well what’s important is that I’m not evil anymore. Now I’m only naughty in my room ;)

Luke: Now it’s you who’s making me nervous hahaha

Anna sent a photo.

Luke: And now you sent a picture of baby Anna after making me think of you being naughty in your room. I don’t know how I feel about that haha But you had such a good girl’s face! In fact you still do. Those are the worst...

Anna: I want to see a picture of baby Luke

Luke: Oh, I wish I had one here but I don’t.

Anna: Don’t worry, your mum will show them to me when she embarrasses you showing me pictures of little Luke nude like all mothers-in-law do

Luke: Impossible. I look cute in all of them.

Luke sent a photo.

Luke: My mum just me that one with my brother.

Anna: Which one are you?

Luke: That’s what I was going to ask you ;)

Anna: I hope you’re the one smiling into the camera.

Luke: Do you really not recognize your future husband?

Anna: Haha just tell me who you are! I’m going crazy with the zoom. The two of you are crazily cute anyway, my man and my brother-in-law even though I don’t know which one is you.

Luke: lol okay well when we were little people thought we were twins so I’ll let you live with this because of that... I’m the one looking into the camera

Anna: Really? Yay! The one I wanted! Our kids will be so cute!

Luke: As babies yes, then they’ll grow and get uglier like we all do

Anna: They won’t if they look like their dad. See how nice I am? You just get your brother in the bathtub once and you’re the devil.

Luke: hahaha yeah how can I trust you won’t get our kids on the bathtub with clothes on just for fun? And btw I didn’t even know you have a brother?

Anna: Yeah well he doesn’t live home anymore but yes I do, he’s one year older than me.

Luke: Really?

Anna: Yes, Dylan’s the name of your brother-in-law

Luke: Mate, I know nothing about your life and you know everything about mine haha

Anna: I’m very shy

Luke: Yeah, with me you are but I reckon that’s because I make you nervous... Oh I didn’t tell you! You know my hair is blond where the scar is? Because of you and the oxygenated water lol

Anna: Oh boy, really? I’m sorry!

Luke: Don’t be. I like it, it reminds me of you.

Anna: Oh <3 I’m gonna tell you something but don’t let it get to your head. I’ve looked up in our thread to when you told me you were coming back in five days because it’s feeling like an eternity. I mean if that’s not something a kind person would do, I don’t know what is...

Luke: Aaww Of course I know you’re kind- you’ve been nothing but kind to me- and it’s okay that you miss me, I miss you a lot too :) But don’t let it get to your head either hey?

Anna: Don’t let it get to your head he says... Tonight I’m sleeping like this :D

Luke: To be fair you won me over tonight with that looking up in the thread thing. If only we slept together tonight...

Anna: Slept... lol

Luke: What? haha What else would we do, young lady?

Anna: Well you know... Watch Disney movies... Or read French poetry

Luke: Read French poetry haha You’ll have to read it to me cause I don’t speak French but we can hang out one day for you to read French poems to me. But just for that.

Anna: Just for that.

Luke: I gotta run but before I go I want to tell you that I’ve laughed a lot with you tonight and that you really always make me happier. Good night princess X

Anna: Just come back

Luke: I wish

- --- -

Harry

Anna: I’m home. I love you a lot <3

Harry sent a voice mail.

Anna: I didn’t get anything you just said haha you’re so wasted Harry

Harry sent a voice mail.

Anna: I would have gone home with you. You just had to invite me officialy. Then I would have gone. But you didn’t.

This message was erased

Harry sent a voice mail.

Anna: HAHAHAHAHA

Harry: I erased the other three voice mails because I listened to them and I thought they were so pathetic... I mean if this wasted I thought they were bad, just imagine how pathetic they must have been

Anna: More pathetic than you bailing out on that naked girl at the beach?

Harry: Oh, don’t remind me

Anna: haha it makes sense now that Cody would want to see my face when you told me haha And there I was thinking you got all the girls

Harry: See? I told you I suck at it. But anyway I did good. Her friend told me she does that with all the guys.

Anna: So what? Her friend was just jealous.

Harry: Well, that’s okay. If she wants me, she’ll have to proposition me again knowing I’m a slow guy.

Anna: Oh how I wish I was her

Harry: Dude, don’t tell me those things! You love teasing me. You know you just gotta say the word.

Anna: That’s not true haha You just told me you liked this Maria girl!

Harry: Well she’s not you.

Anna: You should have officially invited me home

Harry: Dude I’m retarded. I just dig my own grave... But anyway if it means anything, even if you had come over... I’m so drunk I think when I get home I’ll just probably hit my head against the door of my room and fall on a coma on the corridor.

Anna: Hahahaha you’re the funniest person I know I love you! But anyway I just wanted to sleep with you. Maybe even cuddle. Nothing more. I mean the other thing... I used to want it but... After the Maria thing... I am not so sure...

Harry: Look Maria has nothing on you but anyway I’m reaching negative levels of dignity so I better just shut up. And fyi cuddling with me is such a privilege. I might even let you be the little spoon.

Anna: I should have gone home with you but boy your “you can crush at my place... if you want” didn’t seem like the kind of invite one takes. But anyway I should have accepted because we would spoon each other now but tomorrow morning... I’d wake up good.

Harry: Fuck.

Anna: hahahah no, but really I give up on you. I didn’t know there was this Maria girl who has a history with you... I’ll just wait.

Harry: Listen Anna, Maria is just a hook up. Well not even because I’m retarded but she’s just a girl. You are.... I love you. When you come back from Italy I’ll be waiting for you.

Anna: Don’t say things you don’t mean.

Harry: Now that’s the pot calling the kettle back.

Anna: You’re just drunk haha And so am I. I am actually making myself some soup.

Harry: I wish you were cooking for me.

Anna: Plus I’m on my underwear.

A thong.

Harry: Fuck me.

Anna: hahaha

Harry: Well no, fuck you. I’m gonna have a shower.

Anna: At 4.30 am?

Harry: I could shower with you but no, the lady had to take an uber and go to her house and make vegetable soup. Fuck ubers.

Anna: hahaha I’m not going to Italy

Harry: I wish

Anna: I wish I was your room so you’d always sleep inside me.

Harry: Fuck. That’s it. If you keep it up when you actually want to fuck me you’re gonna have to tell me “Harry make me yours” or I won’t take you seriously.

Anna: Harry between joke and joke the truth is shown.

Harry: yeah, go on

Anna: hahaha just come see me when I’m in Italy

Harry: And then we’ll fuck?

Anna: hahaha

Harry: I hate you. I’m going to bed. I don’t hate you, I love you.

Anna: Love you too X

- --- -

Luke

Luke: So what plans do you have for august?

Anna: None haha I want to save money for Italy so I’m not going anywhere.

Luke: Good! I’m staying home too.

Anna: Nice! Do you want to go watch the Lion King to the movies?

Luke: Yes, I’d love to! What theatre do you usually go to?

Anna: Well this summer I’ve gone to the Odeon a couple times, I’ve also been to Icedure and obviously my beloved Eastside Movies in my hood but don’t worry I won’t make you come all the way to my hood haha

Luke: No, that’s fine! I can drive there and you can show me around. I’ve never been on the suburbs :)

Anna: Are you serious? haha

Luke: Sure! It’s fine for me but whatever you want is fine by me really.

Anna: Okay well that would be very sweet of you actually! I can take you to the bars too! You’ll see how cool they are. You’ll be my third visitor :)

Luke: Cool haha Really? You poor thing! Well you can get happy because I’m the third visitor :)

Anna: I am happy! You’re the best!

Luke: Don’t make me blush... I just want you to worship me like a god.

Anna: Give me a massage which makes my toes curl and I will

Luke: hahahahaha so it’s not impossible! I’ll fight for it.

Anna: The day you finally give me a massage I’ll have to look for another goal in my life. Maybe I even start crying because I’ll feel happy but empty in a way like- what now?

Luke: hahaha Thank God you explained it cause otherwise I wouldn’t know what to do about the crying. Well, don’t get your expectations too high or I won’t be able to please you

Anna: I’m sure you’ll be able

Luke: 100% sure?

Anna: 100%

Luke: Thank God

Anna: I trust you on this massage because I trust you on everything, except on changing lanes on the road.

Luke: hahaha that was all Harry’s fault, the bastard sped up.

Anna: Sure

Luke: If you want to see how good of a driver I am, I’ll give you a ride when we go to the movies

Anna: I know you’re a good driver, silly. Everyone says so.

Luke: Who’s everyone?

Anna: Cody, Zara and Harry.

Luke: Harry? Lol I wasn’t expecting that

Anna: Haha he said you’re a good driver even though every time you’ve driven him somewhere you’ve gotten nervous and mess up a little

Luke: That’s not true! Fucking liar!

Anna: Haha that’s what he said

Luke: Well, looking at it from the bright side, this just means you’ve been around talking about me and my driving skills... This proves how you can’t stop thinking about me.

Anna: That’s right. I have another plan for us but we’ll have to do it some other day

And the plan as well ;)

Because otherwise it’ll just be a way too cool day.

Luke: hahahahaha I’m all ears

Anna: There’s a pub with a pool table. I’ll win whenever you want ;)

Luke: Wow you’re talking to the pool master

Anna: Then you already won cause I’ve never played haha Just always wanted to

Luke: haha really? That’s cute haha I’m pretty good at getting it in the hole

The ball

Shit I didn’t do it right

And the ball too*

Fuck, too late.

Anna: HAHAHAHA you’re so adorable

Luke: Not too much I hope haha Well whenever you want

Anna: Whenever I want what?

Luke: The pool ;)

Anna: Alright.

Luke: Practice some first because otherwise I’ll get bored...

Anna: If I eventually win I’ll never let you leave this behind

Luke: You wanna bet, clown?

Anna: Whatever you want.

Luke: Go. Just ask.

Anna: Mmm... Well you already know what I want.

Luke: True. You know what I want too.

Anna: Do I? I don’t remember now.

Luke: I want a full body wash of course.

Anna: HAHAHA

Luke: Nah, I’ll have to think about it.

Anna: That was funny. Unexpected and funny. 1000 points for the man with the scar.

Luke: hahaha I really want that but I’ll think of something for general audience. What you want is the massage, right?

Anna: How clever, how wonderful.

Luke: See? Now I just have to think about what I want...

Anna: Shouldn’t be so hard

Luke: Do you have any suggestions? Any secret talents that I might want to benefit from?

Anna: You tell me but don’t be shy because in the face of the vice of asking, there’s the virtue of not giving.

Luke: I want something that implicates my five senses. You gotta work with that.

Anna: Done.

Luke: What do you mean done?

Anna: I already know what I’ll give you if you win.

Luke: Well what is it?

Anna: Win and you’ll find out ;)

- --- -

Harry

Anna sent a voice mail.

Harry: HAHAHAHAHA I love your family

Anna sent a voice mail.

Anna sent a video.

Harry: HAHAHAHAHA LOL Mate! Your brother is God! He does not have the voice you say he has. And he looks a lot like you.

Anna: That’s only because he’s not giving me a lecture in the video.

Harry: Seriously I’m still laughing. Eventually you’re going to get me to date you just so I can be a part of your family. In our anniversary I’ll be like “I’m hanging out with your brother”

Anna: HAHAHAHA No way, you’re going to fall in love with me. I’ll make it, Harry.

Harry: Sure...

Anna: I just haven’t started my plan yet because I’m going away for ten whole months

Harry: Nah, you already did. The problem is just that, that you’re going away and you’re going to break my heart. Cody and I were talking about it the other day and we almost cry out there like the two grown up men that we are.

Anna: I’m going to miss you both so much.

Harry: He said he had considered hacking the ministry of justice so he could give you a criminal record and you wouldn’t be allowed to leave the country but that then you wouldn’t be able to be a doctor either so he couldn’t do it.

Anna: lol these are the reasons I don’t want to go to Italy...

Harry: I wish I had known you like this before you asked for the fucking scolarship. I would have convinced you to stay.

Anna: No, you wouldn’t. You’d be supportive of me because you’re an angel.

Harry: I’m very selfish. I think I would have made you stay with me and for me.

Anna: You probably wouldn’t have gotten my hints and wouldn’t even know I liked you.

Harry: Truer words have never been spoken, especially considering it’s you we’re talking about, the queen of inappropriate jokes.

Anna: Yeah I know I joked too much about it. When I come back from Italy, I’m gonna have to press reset. Otherwise you’ll never know.

Harry: Exactly. Well, maybe when you come back from Italy I’m already married.

Anna: Well in that case I’d abandon my plan of conquest.

Harry: Don’t.

- --- -

Luke

Anna: Hey! Do you still want to go to see The Lion King? I mean since you’re so “fed up” with home blablabla I thought maybe you didn’t even want to go anymore.

Luke: But what does one thing have to do with the other? Sure I want to.

Anna: Okay, cool. When?

Luke: If you’re the one who doesn’t want to go just say it ;)

Anna: I’ll go with you anywhere even though you say I’m usless as a co-driver, you wouldn’t let me drive your car, you tell me I’m not singing when I am and you don’t want to have a swim with me...

Luke: All of that is completely taken out of context haha

Anna: I beg to differ

Luke: I was gonna tell you you were lying but actually all of that is true except from the swimming part because I am dying to go swimming with you. You were driving me crazy with your fucking bikini today.

Anna: You’re such a liar. You are the one who’s going to drive me crazy. I actually hate you for that.

Luke: I’ll take it because there isn’t love without a bit of hate.

Anna: You’re the worst.

Luke: xx

Anna: I’m gonna play the piano. Fuck you.

Luke: Yes, play some so you don’t sound like a robot next time ;)

Anna: Excuse me? I won’t play for you ever again for saying that, mister.

Luke: No! Please do play for me! You were the one who said that!

Anna: But it’s not the same when I say it that when the man of my dreams agree...

Luke: Who is the man of your dreams?

Anna: You know what? I’ll stop so you don’t have to play it dumb anymore hahaha

Luke: I like playing dumb :)

Anna: Sometimes I really think you’re not even playing... Like you just are that dumn.

Luke: What are your plans for tomorrow?

Anna: Idk

Luke: Okay then we’re going to the movies. I’ll pick you up and you show me the way. I checked and they’re showing it at 19, 20.30, 21.30 and 22. Which one do you prefer?

Anna: I think 20.30?

Luke: Cool!

Anna: You can still bail out. I mean if you want to go to another theatre that’s closer I understand.

Luke: Oh boy, how many times do I have to tell you? If you don’t want to go there you can say it haha

Anna: No, no, it’s perfect for me.

Luke: Cool, it’s perfect for me too.

Anna: Okay, then see you tomorrow.

Luke: Can’t wait xx

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Books I Read Throughout 2020-Part One

For many of us this year has been incredibly stressful and difficult. There were times throughout this year that my mental health had suffered, but there were also times where I couldn't have been happier. If I were to make any comparison to what the year was like, I would say that it was like the scariest and exciting roller coaster that anyone has ever been on. During the year, while the world seemed to burn around us and everything terrible happened, I managed to surpass my reading goal for the year. Something I did not expect to do, especially since I had months where it seemed that I couldn't finish anything. In times like this, I think it's important to take a step back and look to the positive things, even if they are small.

Here I am going to give a brief description of the first 10 books that I read, with a small snippet of what I thought of the books at the time.

Book One - The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Finished Reading on January 4, 2020

"It is 1939. Nazi Germany. The country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier, and will be busier still.

By her brother's graveside, Liesel's life is changed when she picks up a single object, partially hidden in the snow. It is The Gravedigger's Handbook, left behind there by accident, and it is her first act of book thievery. So begins a love affair with books and words, as Liesel, with the help of her accordian-playing foster father, learns to read. Soon she is stealing books from Nazi book-burnings, the mayor's wife's library, wherever there are books to be found.

But these are dangerous times. When Liesel's foster family hides a Jew in their basement, Liesel's world is both opened up, and closed down.

In superbly crafted writing that burns with intensity, award-winning author Markus Zusak has given us one of the most enduring stories of our time."

For years I have heard good things about this book and for many, this is an all time favorite. I was excited to pick this one up, especially since I had read

I am the messenger

by this author and loved it. While I do not view this book as an all time favorite for myself, I do think it was beautifully written. I just personally wished that it was a bit shorter at times as it seemed to drag on. Despite feeling that it was a little long, my favorite part of this book was the role in which Death plays. I won't mention anything more in case some of you are still contemplating picking this one up.

Book Two - All Systems Red (The Murderbot Diaries #1) By Martha Wells

Finished Reading on January 5, 2020

"In a corporate-dominated spacefaring future, planetary missions must be approved and supplied by the Company. Exploratory teams are accompanied by Company-supplied security androids, for their own safety.

But in a society where contracts are awarded to the lowest bidder, safety isn't a primary concern.

On a distant planet, a team of scientists are conducting surface tests, shadowed by their Company-supplied 'droid—a self-aware SecUnit that has hacked its own governor module, and refers to itself (though never out loud) as "Murderbot." Scornful of humans, all it really wants is to be left alone long enough to figure out who it is.

But when a neighboring mission goes dark, it's up to the scientists and their Murderbot to get to the truth."

This was a novella that I greatly enjoyed, but unfortunately I have not kept up with the series. I believe my library did not have the rest of the books and at the time I didn't want to purchase them. As my library continues to get the rest of the series, I will gladly continue to read them. I thought the story was unique, and at times funny. I would highly recommend this series to anyone who wants a science fiction book that is quick and easy read.

Book Three - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them By Newt Scamander

Finished listening to an Audiobook on January 7,2020

"An approved textbook at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since publication, Newt Scamander's masterpiece has entertained wizarding families through the generations. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is an indispensable introduction to the magical beasts of the Wizarding World. Scamander's years of travel and research have created a tome of unparalleled importance. Some of the beasts will be familiar to readers of the Harry Potter books - the Hippogriff, the Basilisk, the Hungarian Horntail ... Others will surprise even the most ardent amateur Magizoologist. This is an essential companion to the Harry Potter stories, and includes a new foreword from J.K. Rowling (writing as Newt Scamander) and six new beasts!"

I am not one who will usually listen to audio books. I have an incredibly difficult time listening to anything that is over 3 hours because it's hard for me to really concentrate on the storyline. On occasion, though I will listen to them, depending on the length of the title and if the general consensus is that the audiobook is better. Fantastic Beast was a great audio book to listen to when I took my daily walks. I was able to delve a bit deeper into the wizarding world and learn more about the creatures briefly mentioned in Harry Potter.

Now, I do want to briefly bring into attention that I will no longer purchase anything written by JK Rowling. I have always distanced myself from creators as I use books and music to escape, but it has come to my attention that JK Rowling has repeatedly done harm to the trans community. That's not something I agree with or can support in any way shape or form. For those who do continue to purchase and read JK Rowlings work, that is your choice and I will not say anything about it (unless it is actively causing harm here). This is my own personal choice and opinions on JK Rowling.

Book Four - The Near Witch

Finished Reading on January 9, 2020f

"The Near Witch is only an old story told to frighten children.If the wind calls at night, you must not listen. The wind is lonely, and always looking for company.And there are no strangers in the town of Near.These are the truths that Lexi has heard all her life.

But when an actual stranger-a boy who seems to fade like smoke-appears outside her home on the moor at night, she knows that at least one of these sayings is no longer true.

The next night, the children of Near start disappearing from their beds, and the mysterious boy falls under suspicion. Still, he insists on helping Lexi search for them. Something tells her she can trust him.

As the hunt for the children intensifies, so does Lexi's need to know-about the witch that just might be more than a bedtime story, about the wind that seems to speak through the walls at night, and about the history of this nameless boy.

Part fairy tale, part love story, Victoria Schwab's debut novel is entirely original yet achingly familiar: a song you heard long ago, a whisper carried by the wind, and a dream you won't soon forget."

I am going to be perfectly honest. I will pick up everything that V.E Schwab writes eventually. Including this book, I have read 10 of her books and I have enjoyed every single one of them. The Near Witch is one of V.E Schwab's earlier works that had previously gone out print. Recently, the book has gone back into print and received a cover change. The story takes you to another world with superstitions, magic, and adventures. While it is apparent that this is an early work of V.E Schwab that does not mean that it's not a great book to pick up. This book brought me back to the type of books that I read when I was younger and it was an overall great experience.

Book Five - How's Moving Castle By Diana Wynne Jones

Finished Reading on January 12, 2020

"Sophie has the great misfortune of being the eldest of three daughters, destined to fail miserably should she ever leave home to seek her fate. But when she unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Sophie finds herself under a horrid spell that transforms her into an old lady. Her only chance at breaking it lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Howl's castle.

To untangle the enchantment, Sophie must handle the heartless Howl, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, she discovers that there's far more to Howl—and herself—than first meets the eye."

Howl's Moving Castle is probably one of my favorite stories of all time. I first watched the animated film by Studio Ghibli. In all honesty, I have a hard time determining which version is my favorite. The movie and novel do have some differences, but I think both can be enjoyed. Howl's Moving Castle shows how the pressures placed upon us and how we view ourselves can have a negative impact on ourselves, but only if we let it. Sophie struggles with being eldest daughter, and struggles with seeing her worth, but as the story progresses, we see how resilient and strong she is.

Book Six - Bird Box By Josh Malerman

Finished Reading on January 21, 2020

"Something is out there, something terrifying that must not be seen. One glimpse of it, and a person is driven to deadly violence. No one knows what it is or where it came from.

Five years after it began, a handful of scattered survivors remains, including Malorie and her two young children. Living in an abandoned house near the river, she has dreamed of fleeing to a place where they might be safe. Now that the boy and girl are four, it's time to go, but the journey ahead will be terrifying: twenty miles downriver in a rowboat—blindfolded—with nothing to rely on but her wits and the children's trained ears. One wrong choice and they will die. Something is following them all the while, but is it man, animal, or monster?"

I had originally watched the Netflix movie before listening to the audio book. I was curious about the book as I noticed a lot of people was divided on whether or not the movie was better than the book. Although I thought the audio book was great, I definitely enjoyed the movie more. Normally this is never the case, but I thought the book was adapted well onto the screen. What are your thoughts on it? Was the movie better than the book?

Book Seven - Skyward By Brandon Sanderson

Finished Reading on January 25, 2020

"Defeated, crushed, and driven almost to extinction, the remnants of the human race are trapped on a planet that is constantly attacked by mysterious alien starfighters. Spensa, a teenage girl living among them, longs to be a pilot. When she discovers the wreckage of an ancient ship, she realizes this dream might be possible—assuming she can repair the ship, navigate flight school, and (perhaps most importantly) persuade the strange machine to help her. Because this ship, uniquely, appears to have a soul."

Skyward was the first Bandon Sanderson book that I've ever picked up, shocking I know. I was not disappointed at all. Skyward brought me out this world and I found myself rooting for the girl who fought for everything that she's ever had. If you haven't picked this ne up yet, what are you waiting for?

Book Eight - The Name of the Wind By Patrick Rothfuss

Finished Reading on January 30, 2020

"My name is Kvothe.I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep. You may have heard of me.

So begins a tale unequaled in fantasy literature--the story of a hero told in his own voice. It is a tale of sorrow, a tale of survival, a tale of one man's search for meaning in his universe, and how that search, and the indomitable will that drove it, gave birth to a legend."

I first read this book in 2015 and picked it up again earlier in the year. I personally feel like I enjoyed the book more the second time around. It's a lengthy and often slow story of a man telling the story of his life. I have often described this book as having a similar ambiance to The Lord of The Rings and Harry Potter. Don't get me wrong though, this is a completely different story of those two series, but I couldn't help but draw a comparison.

Book Nine - Red, White, and Blue By Casey McQuiston

Finished Reading on February 15, 2020

"First Son Alex Claremont-Diaz is the closest thing to a prince this side of the Atlantic. With his intrepid sister and the Veep’s genius granddaughter, they’re the White House Trio, a beautiful millennial marketing strategy for his mother, President Ellen Claremont. International socialite duties do have downsides—namely, when photos of a confrontation with his longtime nemesis Prince Henry at a royal wedding leak to the tabloids and threaten American/British relations.

The plan for damage control: staging a fake friendship between the First Son and the Prince. Alex is busy enough handling his mother’s bloodthirsty opponents and his own political ambitions without an uptight royal slowing him down. But beneath Henry’s Prince Charming veneer, there’s a soft-hearted eccentric with a dry sense of humor and more than one ghost haunting him.

As President Claremont kicks off her reelection bid, Alex finds himself hurtling into a secret relationship with Henry that could derail the campaign and upend two nations. And Henry throws everything into question for Alex, an impulsive, charming guy who thought he knew everything: What is worth the sacrifice? How do you do all the good you can do? And, most importantly, how will history remember you?"

I needed something lighter and easy to read after The Name of the Wind. Red, White, and Blue did not disappoint, and I was whisked into the life of Alex Claremont-Diaz and Prince Henry. This LGBTQ+ book is full of entertainment, self-discovery, drama, and love.

Book Ten - Cress (The Lunar Chronicles, #3)

Finished Reading on February 17, 2020

"In this third book in the Lunar Chronicles, Cinder and Captain Thorne are fugitives on the run, now with Scarlet and Wolf in tow. Together, they're plotting to overthrow Queen Levana and her army.

Their best hope lies with Cress, a girl imprisoned on a satellite since childhood who's only ever had her netscreens as company. All that screen time has made Cress an excellent hacker. Unfortunately, she's just received orders from Levana to track down Cinder and her handsome accomplice.

When a daring rescue of Cress goes awry, the group is separated. Cress finally has her freedom, but it comes at a higher price. Meanwhile, Queen Levana will let nothing prevent her marriage to Emperor Kai. Cress, Scarlet, and Cinder may not have signed up to save the world, but they may be the only hope the world has."

The Lunar Chronicals is a guilty pleasure of mine. Each book in the series is a re-telling of famous fairy tales. Cress, the third book of the Lunar Chronicals, is a sci-fi/ fantasy re-telling of Rapunzel. While each book follows a different fairy tale, the whole series comes together and forms an epic story. As we follow a shy young girl, who spent her life locked away from everyone suddenly get swept into the resistance, we learn that hope is always possible even in hopeless situations.

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footballfangurl · 5 years ago

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James Rodríguez - You’re My Light

Request: Can you write an imagine of James Rodriguez where he wins an award from FIFA and he dedicates his award to his wife and their children?

words: 1679

Hi guys. So it has been a while since I’ve written anything but here you go. My first one-shot in probably about 4 months. Sorry to keep you waiting this long. This is my first James Rodríguez one-shot so please let me know what you think x

I also want to thank @tumpaasaye for her support during these past few months and for giving feedback on this one-shot.

Enjoy 💕

"Baby, relax." She whispered silently, afraid of talking too loudly and interrupting the ceremony that was going on currently, but also wanting to comfort her husband who she could see was clearly freaking out from where he sat next to her. Placing her hand on his thigh soothingly, she squeezed softly in reassurance and smiled when James took her hand off his thigh and instead held it in his own, interlocking their fingers tightly. He was squeezing her hand rather tightly out of nervousness and it hurt a bit, but she didn't say anything, preferring this to the nervous leg shaking he had been doing previously.

"If I win and I have to go up there, I'm going to start st-stuttering and embarrass myself and everybody will laugh." He whispered to her with a frightened look in his eyes and she frowned, firmly shaking her head before leaning in so he could hear her better. She softly placed her hand on his cheek and made him look at her so that her point would come across more clearly.

"You listen to me, James. Nobody is going to laugh at you for stuttering. You can't help it so you shouldn't worry about it. And if anybody laughs, they'll have me to deal with. If you get too nervous, just look at me. Don't look at anybody else, okay? Just look at me." James nodded shakily, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm himself, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him close to her to assure both him and herself that everything would be okay.

And James and she only had to wait for a few more minutes before the next award was announced. They played a video of the nominees and she grinned when she saw the images of her husband playing around with a football and scoring for Bayern. He had really grown into his own at the German club and he was happier there than he was back at Madrid. And although he did miss his teammates back in Madrid and it had been hard to adjust to life in Germany, she didn't think that he wanted to move back to Madrid if he had the option of staying.

When James' name was called, the smile on her face couldn't be wider. She was so proud of her husband and all that he had achieved. She started clapping, standing up in excitement and laughing out loud when James pulled her in a tight hug and lifted her up for a brief moment. To everyone else it seemed like he had all the confidence in the world but she knew that his heart was still beating very fast because of the nerves he had, not looking forward to having to address an entire hall of footballers, a lot of whom he had looked up to as a kid.

"Remember, if you get nervous, just look at me." She whispered in his ear and after he put her back down on the ground, she rewarded him with a soft kiss on the lips before gently pushing him away and towards the stage. He walked over there slowly, receiving some claps on the back from teammates -both current and former ones.

"Oh, wow. This- this is amazing." James started when he finally arrived at the stage, taking the award from the presenter and looking at it in amazement and disbelief. He glanced upwards shyly and quickly averted his gaze again when he saw all the familiar faces looking up at him. He didn't know everyone personally, of course, but he had played against most of them already and the ones he hadn't played against, he had either met at events like these or some campaign they had to do for a sports brand.

"I uh- I want to thank my amazing wife for this. If- if it - if it wasn't for her dragging me out of my- of my bed every morning and her endless patience, I wouldn't be here. D- darling, I- I- I love you and I appreciate you, al-always." James said, looking right at where she was standing in the crowd like she had told him to do. She smiled back gently and encouragingly, and he nodded, taking a big breath before continuing. "I'm- I'm- I'm also dedicating this aw-award to our children, who- who couldn't be here tonight but who are always my- my biggest critics. They- they are the reason I do this, and I could never have achieved something like this without my- my family." Her heart swelled with happiness and pride at his speech, but she had to hold back a frown when James glanced somewhere else and saw something that completely turned his mood around. Suddenly he looked even more unsure than before and she stood up a little bit from her chair, taking care to do it subtly so that it wasn't noticeable, trying to catch whatever it had been that had taken his fragile self-confidence away from him.

What she saw made her fume with rage. How dare he? Did he think it was fun to laugh at her husband for something he couldn't help? He knew all too well that this happened to James whenever he got nervous and felt uncomfortable and he had absolutely no right to make fun of James like this. Ooooh, just wait until she got her hands on him, she'd strangle the living-

"So- so- so, th-thanks ag-again for this aw- aw- award." James stuttered before quickly walking back off stage and towards where his wife sat boiling with rage.

"Sorry, baby. I couldn't do it." James quietly said, sitting down and casting his eyes downwards after having picked up on her mood. He was fiddling with his trophy and her eyes softened at seeing him so down.

"What on earth are you talking about, James. You did amazing." She assured him, placing her hand on top of his in reassurance. Gently taking the trophy out of his grasp, she placed it to the side before moving closer to him and softly leaning her head on his shoulder, taking his hand in hers to play with his fingers. They took care to whisper, not wanting to bother any of the people around them and not wanting any of them to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Th-then why are you upset?"

She nodded in the general direction of Cristiano Ronaldo and James' eyes widened in realisation. He began to shake his head, trying to convince her that it didn't matter to him. She was quite protective of him when it came down to his stutter and he knew that if he let her think that it still bothered him that Cris was laughing when he began stuttering, she'd go up to his former teammate and pick a fight with him.

"Listen, honey, that's just- just Cris. He didn't mean anything by it."

"James, Ronaldo or no Ronaldo, I don't give a shit. I'm going to stand up for my husband."

"Baby, p-please calm down. It's not a big deal, alright?" James murmured, twisting his hand around in her grasp to interlock their fingers so that, after the award show was finished, she wouldn't be able to escape him quickly like she surely was planning on doing. His wife could be very quick and agile when she wanted to be, even on the high heels she was wearing now. James never could understand why she wore those death traps. If he was a woman, he'd pick comfort over looks any time.

"Fuck no, I'm not going to calm down. This was your moment and he thinks that it's okay to just do this to you? No. I'm not having it. I'm going over there to give him a piece of my mind. Just because he's won the freaking ballon d'or a couple of times doesn't mean that he can do whatever the fuck he wants."

James was hesitant to reply, noticing that people were starting to turn around to look but he shifted his body more towards her and said, "baby, look at me".

She picked up her head, still frowning in annoyance at what Cristiano had done but also giving James her full attention. He untangled his fingers from hers and put his thumb on her brow, smoothing out the wrinkles that were there whenever she frowned.

"Smile, please. For me. I love it when you sm-smile." He whispered, sighing a bit when she shook her head stubbornly. James had to suppress a smile and instead bent his head forwards, putting his lips to her ear and whispering, "Just forget about it, b-baby. It's not worth it. That's just Cris, he teases me sometimes about it. No harm d-done. Please don't do anything about it."

James looked her in the eyes imploringly, the corner of his lips twitching upwards when he saw her pout angrily.

"Please," James said again, his lips brushing softly over hers in a feather-light kiss, "for me?"

She huffed, rolling her eyes but nodding her head, leaning forward to press her lips more firmly against lips. The kiss lasted only a second before she pulled away.

"Fine. But just this once, and only because you asked so nicely. Next time he does it, I'm going to go and give him a piece of my mind." His wife warned him, and James grinned, nodding his head in agreement.

He pecked her lips once more before taking her hand in his again, intertwining their fingers and shifting in his chair so he was facing the stage again. He lifted their hands upwards, pressing another kiss to her hand and whispering, "Thank you, baby", before he tried to pay attention to the ceremony again. And as they walked out of the room later that night, he pretended not to notice when she bumped into Cristiano on purpose and didn't apologise and instead walked ahead, pulling her along by her hand to hide the fact that he was smiling.

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kurtty-drabbles · 5 years ago

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Church au (little dancer)

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @sailorstar9 @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336 N/A: Based on a sort of gifs from the Disney Hunchback of Notre Dame. The scene where Esmeralda kissed Frollo on the nose on the Fool´s festival.

In Colonia, Germany is typical to have celebrations in honour of the Church, well, in all honesty, is a competition to see who can make the best jubilation, in laymen terms, a competition to see who can give the best party and the Church often decides that Berlin has this title guarantee.

The head of inquisition and the new Karcist is not opposed to celebrations in his homeland, but, has yet to understand why he´s in Colonia, such small and forgettable part of his Germany, well, the Pope thinks he´s well fit to be the judge of all the event and that´s because the Church doesn´t have many famous German judge.

In his mind, the festival won´t be memorable, until, she shows up. Dresses up with satin and moving to the beat of the music with such mastery that she can´t be human, in the back of his mind, this is how faes dances, not humans.

She phased through the guards and goes easily to his side, Kurt can see and feel how she´s petite and how there´s a huge difference in size between them, the woman with her free chestnut hair and that innocent expression cup his face, looking at his golden eyes and a moment of fear and hesitation cross her pretty face.

Kurt, on the other hand, is studying her minuscule expressions; how she gulps hard and looks away for a moment, to then quickly look back at him, and to his surprise give a gentle peak at his nose.

The woman then leaves as she went and Kurt is mesmerized, as she is back dancing, never missing the beat, and then, when her doe eyes look at him once again, with hesitation and fear and a bit of pride, Kurt has to reevaluate some of his notions. Colonia did win the festival for their excellent dance and no one will question Kurt why Colonia and not Berlin.

The dancer´s name is Katherine Anne Pryde, a young woman native from Ultramar that was sent here for unknown reasons, she works and studies at the Suspira Academy dancer, a fitting name as is a dance school found by witches. Wanda did roll Talia in this school, however, it was in the Berlin one and not Colonia.

Karcist Kurt Szardos shows up to speak with the headmistress of this unity, an old witch that believes in the old arts and frankly Kurt can correct the woman in some of her beliefs as he was in those “dark times” and it wasn´t as glamorous as someone believes.

And what a surprise. The headmistress shows her best pupils and Kitty is there. How convenient that Kurt has a chance to speak with the young woman. “you´re a great dancer” Kurt speak and is an honest commentary, such a great dancer that he see her movements in the fire, in his mind, prompting him to think many, many scenarios.

Kitty pouts and crosses her arms. “You think I dance like a white swan, I heard that all the time, I´m too delicate and petite, so, I must only dance like a white swan” there´s a tone of bitterness present and Kitty herself notices and adopt a more demure expression. “people don´t think I can dance in a dark swan way, only an innocent and pure white swan”

Kurt only replies in a more friendly term. “Actually, I think you dance as a mix of both, it was a nice mixture of innocence and sin that hardly we see nowadays” this caught her by surprise in a positive way.

“Really? Oh, I´m sorry about the kiss if that makes you uncomfortable” Kurt has enough self-control to not show her how that kiss didn´t make him uncomfortable, instead, he merely jokes and makes the young woman more comfortable in his presence.

At the end of the day, the headmistress asked if the Church is willing to be a partner of this unity, of course, the questioner was made with more subtle and tact. Kurt is always a fan of arts.

In a sense, Kurt can admire the irony as the dark swan dances to the audience coving temptation and dark secrets, all the while, Kitty is the only one with a clean soul, while the others around the black swan are here for more than mere talent.

There´s manipulation and self-interested surrounding the ones that are dancing along with the black swan and Kurt can admire a good irony.

“Isn´t she something else?” the headmistress admitted to Kurt as they watch the show in the best view possible. “I reckon you do have a point after all”

Kurt only smiles as the black swan stop dancing and makes her final move, it was, in Kurt´s mind, amazing and he definitely would like to see her dancing again and gain.

Piotr is back at the church, a well-made mission is a reward by allowing Piotr some free time, and he decides to visit his friend, who is currently writing something too intensely to notice the Russian until he announces himself.

“Piotr!” Kurt exclaimed happily “how was the mission? Care for a drink?” and the intensity of whatever he was writing is broken off as the two men are drinking and talking, the mission was a success.

“And what are you up now?” Piotr asked bubbly with the drink already. Kurt only smiles and speak in a happier tone. “I found a nice dancer in Colonia, she dances like an angel, she dances like the devil”

Piotr laughs at this. “You would know how a devil dances?”

Kurt drinks more and chuckles at this statement. “No, but I know how a vampire dance” the mood is chipper until Kurt adds “and I think she should dance only for me” Piotr put his drink down as Kurt is now showing his fangs with a certain adoration in his looks. “we don´t see innocence and temptation mixed like that”

Kurt goes to visit the school, once again, to speak about the partnership and is greeted by Kitty Pryde waving at him, now a bit shyly, but no longer afraid of him.

“Hi, Karcist Kurt” she greets him and Kurt knows it may be too soon to suggest her to call him by his name, his name will sound lovely coming from the dancer´s mouth. “The headmistress is waiting for you, she even prepared everything for you” there´s a bit of mirth on her tone.

Kurt jokily asked. “Oh no, she won´t try to do another extravagant party again, right?” he puts his hands on his checks and makes Kitty laugh. It was a cute sound.

“No, I think she gets the message from last time, but, even though the party maybe tone down…is still extravagant for you” Kitty declares and Kurt sighs comically. “Well, at least, I´m not alone, you´ll be on my side if someone starts talking about fancy wines, right?” Kurt asked nicely and Kitty vows she´ll be on his side. Kurt is really pleased to hear that.

At night, Kurt and Kitty are walking together, a nice friendly date, or so, is what Kitty is trying to convince herself and failing, to the point, her worries are being too obvious and she decides to confront Kurt about some rumours.

“Karcist Kurt” she starts without hesitation or fear, at least, not letting those emotions be visible “I´d enjoy my time with you, a lot, but, I did hear lots of rumours about you” Kurt sighs already expecting this. “Of course, there are many rumours about me”

Kitty gulps and speaks freely now. “A friend of mine told me you are sadistic and enjoy killing and torturing people in the Church”

Kurt is bemused and wants to know who´s this friend of her, however, he reply to this rumour. “Katzchen, I´m the head inquisitor of the Church and a Karcist, of course, people make my job be 10 times bloodier than it is” Kurt is telling the truth “yes, I do conduct interrogation and yes, sometimes, I do have to punish criminals, and that´s the important part people forget, I don´t go out of my way to hurt innocents”

Kurt has a look of hurt in his face and Kitty is feeling bad with her doubts, but, she continues. “My friend also said that the Church is full of pervert and the whole multiple things is …forced upon people” Kurt´s hurt increase at that. How Kitty can believe in such rumours? Oh, she does not, judging by the way she´s gazing upon her, but, doubts can ruin anything.

“Yes, the Church has the attitude of multiple, but, no one is forced upon this” is a technical true, first the woman must have a certain age and get another requirement, now, Kurt is too hurt and adds “do you really believe in those rumours? Do you think I´m a terrible person?”

“No, no, I´m sorry, is just I never enter in contact with the Church and people are always telling me that you´re scary” Kitty explained and Kurt needs to know who are those people. His hand touches Kitty´s as Kurt gazes upon her eyes.

“There´s also the rumour that the Church hates people dating people outside the Church that´s a lie” correct, no one will have any problem with Kurt dating Kitty because he said so. “The only question here is, do you want to be with me?”

Kitty nods and speaks “Kurt, I want to be with you, but, I also must ask, if you´ll be fine with me not wanting to join the Church”

Kurt is also expecting this and is a bit disappointed, but, he´s older and she´s younger. “Of course not, Katzchen, I want to be with you and that´s it”

Kitty gives him a tight hug, apologies were exchanged and new vows were made, as they are now to their date, no more pretence, Kurt asked in a subtle way for the names of her friends.

Kitty is with Kurt, again, one of her favourites part of her week. The man is back from a mission and is enjoying the time off he clearly deserves it, so, when she was allowed to enter in his chambers in one of the territories of the Church, the woman didn´t dare or wanted to think of the implications.

“Kurt” she gives a nice kiss on his lips and it always makes him sigh in relief, joy and relishes at the same time, well, she can´t say his kisses don´t have the similar effect on her. “I have a present for you”

Kurt is overjoyed. Kitty hands the small boxes and Kurt can sense she made the arrangements herself, the bow on the box it was her doing and he enjoys that very much. It was a tie. “I know this is not conventional gift for a vampire” there´s a tone of joke here “and you must be older than dust” Kurt pinch her delicately and speak about manners, the woman only laughs “Sorry, sorry, moving on, I thought the tie would be a nice gift, I do see you with ties before and I think this one is more your style”

Kurt looks at the tie, is a scarlet one, and he knows she must be making some meme/joke with vampires, well, he can let her as she´s giving him such genuine affection. “Wanna put the tie for me?”

Kitty did just that with joy. She starts mentioning how her landlord is giving her troubles again. “the rules the man is creating makes no sense and I´ll have to leave” she complains and Kurt was expecting this part, after all, it would be too suspicious if the landlord just kicked her out, now, a more demanding landlord is more believable.

“Well, you can live with me” Kurt suggested once the tie is ready and adorning his neck. She gives a big smile and asked if that won´t be a problem. “Of course not, I would love to have your company here” “And I would love to be here with you, elf, so yes, my answer is yes,” Kitty said and Kurt has too much self-control to not shout a big yes, instead, she put Kitty is his lap and kisses her. He gets his dancer, his ballerina all too himself and no one will come between them.

#church au #kurt wagner #kurtty #yandere!Kurt #kitty pryde #the friends who told those rumors are wishing for death #piotr still haven´t realized Kurt is yandy #Kurt is a much saner Frollo

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