#this is mot a good look hon

[gildedmuse]

Law and I know VERY different Corazons.....

[allaboutsturns]

𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽?

christopher sturniolo x reader

warnings: minor angst

summary: you’ve been living with the triplets for about 6 months now. you’ve always kind of had a thing for chris and you thought maybe he felt the same way. your guess is confirmed when one night chris asks to sleep in your room after a nightmare.

contains: fluff, minor angst, cuddling, sad chris, reciprocated feelings.

• 2:30am

i shift in bed as i am woken up by three soft knocks at my bedroom door. i bring my hands up to my eyes rubbing the sleep away.

my head tilts to the side slightly as three more gentle knocks are heard at my door. i clear my throat and manage to hum a response to the knocks, “hm?”

“y/n..?” i hear a familiar voice mutter from the other side of the closed door. i pull the comforter off of my body and throw my legs off the side of the bed placing my feet on the ground and standing up.

i walk over to the door, my feet dragging across the floor as exhaustion moves throughout my tired body. once i get to the door, i lift a hand and grab the doorknob, twisting it and pulling the door open ever so slightly.

my eyes are met by chris’s tired gaze. he looks sad, restless even. “chris..?” i murmur, my voice cracking slightly since it hadn’t acclimated to being awake yet.

he shifts his gaze to the floor and raises a hand to the back of his neck, “i’m sorry.. did i wake you..?” he mumbles quietly, almost too quiet for me to hear. he looks back up at my face and i nod in response to his question.

“can i.. actually no. this is stupid, i’m so sorry for waking you up. goodnight..” he says frantically as his fingers fidget with one another, his body turning to walk away. i place a hand on his shoulder gently, inviting him to come into my room.

“what’s up, chris?” i ask quietly, my voice sympathetic as a worried expression washes over the features of my face. i walk over and sit down on the end of my bed, patting the mattress, signaling for chris to sit beside me.

he steps into my room and closes the door behind him slowly before shuffling towards my bed and sitting down beside me. he stares at the floor the entire time and i just look at him, my eyes fixated on him. his hair falls into his face and i can no longer get a clear visual of his sad expression.

he finally opens his mouth to respond to my previous question, “i just. can i sleep in here tonight..?” he asks nervously. my eyebrows furrow with confusion at his question. chris has never been good at sleeping alone, it was always easier for him to have another body present. it made him feel safer, but he has never asked to sleep in your room. he would always ask one of his brothers, matt or nick.

“yeah of course.. why though?” i ask gently. his body shifts uncomfortably and he barely moves his head to look at me. i can see his tired eyes through his brunette hair.

“i had a nightmare…” he whispers quietly, his voice slightly breaking with each words as his eyes began to well with tears. i frown before placing a hand on his back and tracing mindless shapes with my finger tips.

he always loved when i would rub his back. sometimes when i was sitting on the couch or we were all watching a movie together he would lay his head in my lap and ask me to rub his back. it always made him smile and most of the time he would fall asleep within 10 minutes.

“do you wanna talk about it, love?” i say softly. by now i’ve noticed the tears threatening to escape his eyes and it rips at my heart. i have never seen this boy cry and it would absolutely break me to witness that.

he sniffles as a single tear manages to escape his eye, “uh.. it was..” he pauses, taking in a shakey breath, “it was about you..” he says so quietly i almost didn’t hear him.

my expression shifts to one of confusion for one single second before i wipe the tear away from his face with my free hand, “what about me, hon..?” i ask. i always used pet names for chris, he loved it and i loved the way it made him smile almost every time.

his body started to shake as more tears fell, his breathing slightly picking up, “you.. we were..” he stuttered, his voice breaking.

“we were in a car accident and i..” he paused, taking a deep breath in through his nose, “i couldn’t save you.. and you d..” sobs erupted from his body as he fell into me, gripping the fabric of my tank top tightly.

i moved my hand from his back to his head and started gently playing with his hair. my free hand resided on his cheek as tears collected under it, my thumb gently moving back and forth on his cheek.

“oh my love..” i whisper into his hair. i can feel his body heave with each panicked breath he takes, “chris, baby.. look at me, please..?” i say, my tone sympathetic. for a moment we just sit there with him in my arms before he slowly looks up at me, his eyes red and puffy. i frown as tears threaten to escape into the world but i blink them away.

“i’m okay, i’m still here and i’m okay.. i promise.” i say with a gentle smile, “i’m not going anywhere..” i say placing my forehead to his, shutting my eyes. his eyes are now shut as well.

i pull away and stand up slowly, “let’s get you comfy,” i say as i reach out a hand for him to grab. i help him up off my bed and walk over to the side of the bed that’s still relatively untouched. i pull the comforter back and look up at chris, “here, hon. lay down,” i say, my words followed by a small yawn. he lays himself onto the mattress and i bring the covers up to his shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. he pushes his head into the kiss.

i pull away and walk over to my side of the bed. i lay down and pull the covers up to my neck, turning my body to face the boy. i lift the covers up slightly, inviting him to lay in my arms. he scoots closer resting his head in the crook of my neck as he snakes his arms around my body, pulling me even closer to him. i can tell he’s trying to get as close to me as he can.

“goodnight, sweet boy,” i whisper into the top of his head lovingly. i can feel his breathing against my neck. it’s finally slowed since he was able to match my breathing.

“y/n..” he mumbles into my neck. i hum a response with closed eyes, “mhm..?”

“i love you.. thank you,” he whispers so quietly i’m almost convinced he didn’t even hear his own words. i kiss the top of his head and smile gently, “i love you..” i reply, my voice tired.

he shakes his head slightly, “no.. i love you,” he says, pulling his head away from my neck and looking at me. i open my eyes and look at him, a smile tugging at my lips.

“i know, chris. i love you,” i reply, already knowing what kind of love he meant. it was very reciprocated. his face barely twists in confusion before he smiles softly at me.

“can i kiss you..?” he asks, i can hear the subtle nervousness in his voice. even though i’ve known he had feelings for me since nick accidentally let it slip when him and i were hanging out, it still shocks me.

i smile and nod my head. he lets out a little chuckle, “words please, sweetheart,” he musters. he’s never used a pet name for me and as soon as he did i felt my cheeks flush a deep red, “yes you can, chris,” i say, giving him the verbal permission he wanted.

a second passes before he finally connects his soft lips with mine. i lean into the kiss, not wanting it to end. it’s nothing like how i imagined it would be in the sense that it made me feel so alive and loved. my stomach filled with butterflies.

chris pulled away from the kiss before placing another gentle kiss on my forehead. a smile spreads across both of our faces and he moved his head back to the crook of my neck.

“can i take you on a date tomorrow?” he asks, his eyes now closed as well as mine.

“yeah.. i’d like that,” i reply, sleep slowly taking over my body.

“okay awesome..” he whispers.

our breathing is synced and our hearts beat together as we give in to sleep. his body heat comforts me. this is the best sleep i’ve ever gotten and i won’t ever want it to be any other way from here on out.

• 3:10am

divider by: @/Kafekitsune

thank you so much for reading! this is the first time i’m uploading something i’ve written to the public so i apologize about any mistakes and what not! hope you enjoyed!

- ace <3

[scrumptiousstuffs]

user pannjed said on twitter about the video khaotung posted

“this is a song called เพื่อนไม่จริง by polycat and it's a song about how you fall in love with your friend but decide to keep it a secret for friendship's sake”

IM GOING CRAZY

So firstly, anon,my lovely mutuals and fellow FK enthusiasts, thank you for not allowing me to go sleep 😂😂😂 (i was planning to sleep after watching Pluto, but clearly Khaotung and SomSoms have a different idea).

I listened to the song anon, immediately after you post this…I can certainly see FK vibing towards it.

And here…I am posting the whole translation of the song (courtesy of this website)

ถ้าแอบรักและเราบอกออกไป

Tah aep ruk ale rao bauk auk bpai

If I have a crush on someone and I tell them

การแอบรักจะดูหมดความหมาย

Gahn aep ruk ja doo mot kwahm mai

Having a crush would lose all meaning

ฉันจึงเลือกทางที่สบายใจ

Chun jeung leuak tahng tee sabai jai

So I choose the comfortable path

เก็บความลับที่แท้มันสวยงามเพียงใด

Gep kwahm lup tee tae mun suay ngahm piang dai

And keep the secret, however beautiful it actually is

ชอบมองสายตาเธอตอนไม่รู้

Chaup maung sai dtah tur dtaun mai roo

I like looking at your eyes when you don’t know

ว่าตัวฉันชอบมองมันมากเท่าไร

Wah dtua chun chaup maung mun mahk tao rai

How much I like looking at them

ชอบฟังเสียงในตอนที่เธอใช้

Chaup fung siang nai dtaun tee tur chai

I like listening to your voice when you use it

บอกกับฉันว่าฉันเป็นเพื่อนเธอคนนึง

Bauk gup chun wah chun bpen peuan tur kon neung

To tell me that I’m your friend

(*) อาจไม่มีหนทางให้เป็นอย่างหวัง

Aht mai mee hon tahng hai bpen yahng wung

There might not be any way things will be like I hope

แต่อย่างน้อยก็ไม่ทำให้ผิดหวัง

Dtae yahk noy gor mai tum hai pit wung

But at least I won’t be disappointed

หากมันทำให้เจอหน้าเธอทุกวันก็พอจะรับไหว

Hahk mun tum hai jur nah tur took wun gor por ja rup wai

If it gets me to see your face every day, that’s enough for me

(**) เป็นคนที่เธอไว้ใจ มันก็ดีเท่าไร

Bpen kon tee tur wai jai mun gor dee tao rai

I’m the person you trust, however good that is

ไม่เสี่ยงเกินไปกว่านี้ เพราะมัน

Mai siang gern bpai gwah nee pror mun

I won’t risk any more than this, because

อาจจะไม่คุ้มกัน อยากเป็นคนสำคัญ

Aht ja mai koom gun yahk bpen kon sumkun

It might not work out, I want to be an important person

แค่เพื่อนแล้วกัน เพราะฉันไม่มีเธอไม่ได้

Kae peuan laeo gun pror chun mai mee tur mai dai

But just being a friend is fine, because I can’t not have you

ดีอยู่แล้วที่เธอไม่รักฉัน

Dee yoo laeo tee tur mai ruk chun

It’s fine that you don’t love me

เพราะอาจแยกทางในวัน ไหนก็ได้

Pror aht yaek tahng nai wun nai gor dai

Because then we might have to split ways some day

ทนไม่ไหวถ้าเป็นคนทำร้าย

Ton mai wai tah bpen kon tum rai

I couldn’t take it if I was the person to hurt you

เธอให้ช้ำและซ้ำด้วยน้ำมือตัวเอง

Tur hai chum lae sum duay num meu dtua eng

And cause you pain repeatedly by my own hand

ให้ฉันชื่นชมเธอมีความรัก

Hai chun cheun chom tur mee kwahm ruk

Let me congratulate you having love

ให้เธอเล่าว่าได้เจอเขาที่ใด

Hai tur lao wah dai jur kao tee dai

I want you to tell me if you’ve found someone

ไม่ใช่ฉันก็คงไม่เป็นไร

Mai chai chun gor kong mai bpen rai

It’s okay if it’s not me

อยากแน่ใจว่าเธอได้เจอคนดีๆ

Yahk nae jai wah tur dai jur kon dee dee

I want to be certain that you’ve found someone good

(*,**)

ไม่เคยเสียดายที่ได้แค่เก็บไว้

Mai koey sia dai tee dai kae gep wai

I’ll never regret only being able to keep it in

เพียงแค่ฉันกลัวว่าเธอจะจากไป

Piang kae chun glua wah tur ja jahk bpai

I’m just scared you’ll leave

ทันทีที่รู้ว่าคนที่เธอวางใจ

Tun tee tee roo wah kon tee tur wahng jai

As soon as you know the person whom you trust

คือเพื่อนไม่จริง คือคนที่คิด คิดไปไกล

Keu peuan mai jing ke kon tee kit kit bpai glai

Isn’t a real friend, and is the person who’s thinking much farther

[alexbkrieger13]

Someone wondered how Angeldahl could attend this camp when she'd just become a mom. Sorta implied she'd jetted off to camp leaving her gf at home to take care of the baby herself. This is the answer

https://www.aftonbladet.se/sportbladet/fotboll/a/0VK1pJ/filippa-angeldahl-om-bebislyckan-hon-har-varit-magisk

Angeldahl's dream for the return: "Hope he will be able to be there"

DUBLIN. Filippa Angeldahl, 26, was one of Sweden's best players against Ireland.

However, the midfielder, who became a mother last week, hesitated whether she would go.

- Of course you think about it, but Meg has been absolutely incredible, says Angeldahl.

When she scored against Bosnia-Herzegovina on Tele2 in February, she celebrated with a planned goal gesture to pay tribute to girlfriend Megan Brakes and the child she was carrying. Now the couple has welcomed their son into the world. 

It was last week that Angeldahl and Brakes became parents. The 26-year-old's upload has therefore been a little different.

- Of course it's incredibly tough. There hasn't been much sleep or exercise the week before, but my girl back home has been incredible, she says. 

And she had time to enjoy the baby bubble a bit before going to the gathering.

An unusual amount of FaceTime this collection perhaps?

- Yes indeed. 

The 26-year-old continues to pay tribute to Brakes and it is thanks to her and the family that the midfielder still chose to go to Ireland.

"Hope he can be there"

Now, however, she is looking forward to going home to Sweden and Stockholm again for the return against Ireland.  

- I love playing on Friends and playing in front of the family. Hopefully there will be a lot of spectators as well and I hope for a good match.

Ticket sales have passed 20,000 and Angeldahl hopes that the whole family will be there.

- Yes, we'll see what we can do, but I hope he will be able to be there in the stands and watch the first match live.

Because already yesterday he saw his first match on television. In a clip on social media, Angeldahl's son can be seen sitting in front of the TV wearing a Sweden shirt and cheering on his mother and his "aunts".

Sweden meets Ireland at Friends on Tuesday 4 June and whether there are any more planned goal gestures if there are goals in this match too remains to be seen.

[valentinahogdahlholm]

Manic pixie dream girl

I am not her, She who is gone with the wind, Who's lips rule the words, follow her, the movement of her hand, the rythm in her head, her thoughts beat.

Follows the beat of her heart pumping red ink instead of blood, Because I am too boring and too scared, To declare war and shake it off, with a smile on her lips, citing extensialists and other french names.

Although I know she is not true, a myth on men's lips spreading like wildfire, Lead bullets to a teenaged body.

And still I wish I could get rid of the mouth that stumbles over words, the tounge that don't have them in her grip, the voice full of false notes. Moult her skin and leave it like an old shirt in the drain by the side of the street. Throw her up with the gall, the girl who's heart was beat to a slab of meat covered in blood and gravel,

Because I am no muse, Even though I studied french and try to write something like poetry,

Not exciting enough, broken in a white shroud, a forehead wounded by thorns. I who wanted to be nymph of the wind, muse of poetry, Shaped my body after each requirement, Broke myself into parts to put them back together, All to be her, Who I can never be. Because I only have a mind for tears and a love for the written word, All her worst sides.

Because she is but a myth, spoken by men's lips, yet she gets an epos even if she only bleeds red ink. Undeniable, destined for greatness, while my words will only be lumps of ink, attempts to be worthy of the title of poetry's muse, Even though she is simply fiction. Let me be good enough to be her,

And sometimes, Sometimes I am so good that I just want to scream until the universe falls apart, The words stop being spoken and written, Discourses fall apart, their constructed walls.

But all it ends in is me looking in the mirror, at a face red from tears which will never crystalize.

//

Jag är inte hon

Hon som försvinner med vinden, 

Vars läppar behärskar orden, 

Får dem att följa henne, hennes hands rörelse, 

Och den rytm hon har i sitt huvud, hennes tankar trummar i. 

I takt med hennes hjärta som pumpar rött bläck istället för blod 

För jag är för tråkig och för rädd,

För att deklarera krig och skaka på axlarna, med ett leende på läpparna, citerandes existentialisterna och andra franska namn.

Egentligen vet jag att hon inte är sann, en myt formad av en mans läppar som spridit sig som en vild eld, 

Blykulor avfyrade mot en tonårskropp,

Men ändå önskar jag att jag kunde bli av med den mun som snubblar över orden, tungan som inte greppar dem, stämman som klingar falsk, ömsa hennes skinn och lämna det som en gammal tröja som slängs i rabatten vid sidan av vägen, 

Spy upp henne med gallan, flickan vars hjärta stampades tills det bara var en slab kött täckt av grus och blod, och märken från kängornas sulor och klackarnas spets.

Men jag är inte skapad av en tunga, utan av händer som i skapande stund förbannade mig, något jag bara insett först nu, 

För jag är ingen musa, 

Även om jag tog franska i skolan och jag försöker skriva något som liknar poesi, 

Så är jag inte spännande nog, i en trasig vit skrud, en panna rispad av törnar. 

Men jag vill vara som vindens nymf, poesins musa, 

För jag har format kroppen efter varje krav, 

Brutit mig i delar, och sytt ihop dem igen, 

Allt för att bli hon,

Men det kan jag aldrig vara.

Jag har bara ett sinne för tårar och en kärlek till det skrivna ordet, 

Alla hennes värsta sidor. 

För hon är bara en myt byggd av mäns läppar, men kanske får hon då leva ett epos, även om det är rött bläck som pumpas ut från hennes hjärta.

För hon är oneklig, ämnad för storhet, medan mina ord bara blir bläckklumpar, försök att vara värdig titeln poesins musa, även om hon bara är fiktion, 

En konstruktion som fyller sitt syfte, 

Låt mig vara duktig nog att bli hon, 

Och ibland, ibland så är jag så duktig att jag vill skrika tills universum rämnar, 

Orden slutar talas och skrivas, 

Diskurserna faller samman, med deras konstruerade murar, 

Men det slutar bara med att jag stirrar i spegeln på ett ansikte rött av tårar, som aldrig kommer kristalliseras. 

[xd3str0yax]

i am actually BEGGING someone to write a kurt kunkle regression fic where whoever kind of talks him down into the headspace so he doesn’t commit literal murder pls but not in the serious way in the funny way sjshajans

Kurt was driving his soon to be victim. He was a tall, somewhat intimidating man, this usually wouldn’t bother Kurt but his energy made him feel oddly guilty. “What was your name again?” He asked, looking at him in his rearview mirror. “Sam.” His voice was so comforting.

He pushed his thoughts about this ‘sam’ out of his brain and started enacting his plan. “Crap.” He said as he began pulling over in the deserted area. “What’s wrong?” The man asked unbuckling his seatbelt. “Something’s wrong with the engine.” He popped the hood. “I’m good with cars, I’ll take a look.” The two men got out of the car, kurt grabbed a toolbox from the trunk and let the man investigate the engine.

He quietly grabbed a wrench from the box and began sneaking up behind him. Sam turned around at the last second and knocked the tool out of his hand. Kurt panicked and pulled a gun on him. “Hey! Hey! Hey! Calm down, hon. It’s okay.” Kurt’s mind went blank, what was this guy trying to do? He could kill this guy just by squeezing his finger and he was calling him ‘hon’?!

He tried to pull the trigger but his body wouldn’t let him. While he was distracted, sam managed to get the gun out if his hands. When Kurt realized he no longer had the gun, he attempted to rush him.

Sam grabbed him by the forearms, firm but not enough to hurt him. “No.” He said firmly as he looked into the shorter man’s eyes, not even raising his voice. Kurt whimpered, something about the man makes him feel… small? He feels weak but safe in his presence. He didn’t even notice the tears running down his cheeks.

Sam pulled him into a hug, keeping his hands restrained in one hand. “Shhh, shh. You’re safe, sweetie.” Why did Kurt feel like this? He was supposed to kill him but now he just wants to be held by him. He decided to give in, he buried his face into his shirt and let his tears fall. He didn’t expect one of the sam’s large hands to release his & begin petting his hair. “Let’s get you home, okay, gummy bear?” Kurt nodded against the mans chest and began walking to the drivers seat when he was stopped.

“I dont think you’re in any condition to be driving, baby.” He led kurt to the back passenger side seat and helped him in. He buckled the boy’s seatbelt and grabbed his bag before settling into the drivers seat. He began driving home, after a few minutes, he notice something was hitting the passenger seat. “What’s wrong, baby boy?” He reached back and rubbed the pouting boy’s knee.

Kurt was upset and confused about the situation. He didn’t understand how he got into this. Why does he feel like this? Why was he being so immature? He crossed his arms and jerked his keg away angrily. “Aww, is someone feeling fussy?” Kurt wouldn’t even dignify him with a response. The man reached into his bag and pulled something out, he ripped the tag off and handed it to the boy.

Kurt rubbed his fingers over the soft material, it was a small blue stuffed squid. He shook it lightly and giggled when he was met with rattling sounds. He may mot understand why he felt like this or what was going on but he was happy. “Do you like the squid, bud?” Sam asked, a smile apparent in his voice. The baby quickly nodded and happily played with his squid until they reached the man’s house.

Sam got out and walked to the boy’s door. He undid his seatbelt and picked him up, making sure he brought the stuffie with them as he carried him inside. As he was unlocking the door, he felt something wet on his shoulder. He craned his neck as much as he could to see what was happening without disturbing the boy. His heart fluttered when he saw him sleepily sucking on his shirt.

Kurt wasn’t sure why but he felt so safe. He felt vulnerable but something in him knew that sam wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. He fell asleep in the man’s arms, softly sucking on his shirt.

He woke up a few hours later not knowing where he was. He was startled when he finally took in his surroundings. He was laying on someone’s couch with a pacifier clipped to his shirt, a rattling squid in his arms, and octonauts on the tv. “Hello?” He rubbed his eyes and began looking around the house. He found a very sweet dog, but no one else home. He decided to play with the black lab on the living room floor.

While he was playin, the front door opened. “You’re awake!” Sam chirped. Kurt remembered everything that happened and tensed up. “What’s wrong, gummy bear? Not sleep well?” He set some bags on the counter and stood by the couch, looking at the boy. “Why am i here? What did you do to me? Why didn’t you call the cops?” Questions fired out of Kurt’s mouth.

Sam looked at him sweetly and knelt in front of him on the floor. “You didn’t seem like a killer to me, just a boy who needed some love.” Kurt stood up and brushed the dog hair off him angrily. “I’ve killed tons of people! I dont need someone treating me like a baby! I can take care of myself!” He ripped the pacifier off his shirt and threw it at him.

Sam managed to catch it before it hit the floor and stood up. “Listen, I know you’ve killed people and i know you can take care of yourself but wouldn’t it be nice to not always have to? I’m not gonna force you but the way you felt today… you can feel like that any time you want when im around. I want to take care of you.” Kurt wasn’t sure what he wanted to happen. He loved the care & attention he got today but didn’t want to indulge this side of him. The man seemed genuine though, maybe he could try it, just for a bit.

“Okay.” He whispered quietly. Sam hugged him and comforted him. They stood in silence, hugging for a few minutes. “You’ll really take care of me?” Kurt asked shyly, pulling his head away from the man’s chest. “Of course i will, gummy bear.”

[balloons-and-shadows]

625 words to know pt. 2

Original list; https://blog.fluent-forever.com/base-vocabulary-list/

{Swedish - English}

If you see a mistake, please let me know so I can change it!

Verb

Att arbeta - to work

Att leka - to play

Att gå - to walk

Att springa - to run

Att köra - to drive

Att flyga - to fly

Att simma - to swim

Att åka - to go

Att stoppa - to stop

Att följa - to follow

Att tänka - to think

Att tala - to speak

Att äta - to eat

Att dricka - to drink

Att döda - to kill

Att dö - to die

Att skratta - to laugh

Att le - to smile

Att gråta - to cry

Att köpa - to buy

Att betala - to pay

Att sälja - to sell

Att hoppa - to jump

Att lukta - to smell

Att höra - to hear

Att lyssna - to listen

Att smaka - to taste

Att röra - to touch

Att se - to see

Att titta - to look, to watch

Att kyssa - to kiss

Att bränna - to burn

Att smälta - to melt

Att gräva - to dig

Att sprängas - to explode

Att sitta - to sit

Att stå - to stand

Att älska - to love

Att gå förbi - to pass by

Att skära - to cut

Att slåss mot - to fight

Att lägga sig ner - to lie down

Att dansa - to dance

Att sova - to sleep

Att vakna - to wake up

Att sjunga - to sing

Att räkna - to count

Att gifta sig - to marry

Att be - to pray

Att vinna - to win

Att tappa - to lose

Att blanda - to mix

Att böja - to bend

Att tvätta - to wash

Att laga mat - to cook

Att öppna - to open

Att stänga - to close

Att skriva - to write

Att ringa - to call

Att vända - to turn

Att bygga - to build

Att undervisa - to teach

Att växa - to grow

Att rita - to draw

Att mata - to feed

Att fånga - to catch

Att kasta - to throw

Att rengöra - to clean

Att hitta - to find

Att falla - to fall

Att knuffa - to push

Att dra - to pull

Att bära - to carry

Att ta sönder - to break

Att ha på sig - to wear

Att hänga - to hang

Att skaka - to shake

Att signera - to sign

Att dräpa - to slay

Att lyfta - to lift

Blandad substantiv

En karta - a map

En punkt - a dot

En konsonant - a consonant

En vokal - a vowel

Ett ljus - a light

Ett ljud - a sound

Ja - yes

Nej - no

En bit - a piece

En smärta - a pain

En skada - an injury

Ett hål - a hole

En bild - an image

Ett mönster - a pattern

Ett substantiv - a noun

Ett verb - a verb

Ett adjektiv - an adjective

Adjectives

Lång - long

Kort - short

Hög - high

Låg - low

Bred - wide

Smal - narrow

Stor - big

Liten - small

Långsam - slow

Snabb - fast

Varm - warm

Kall - cold

Het - hot

Sval - cool

Ny - new

Gammal - old

Ung - young

Bra - good

Dålig - bad

Blöt - wet

Torr - dry

Sjuk - sick

Frisk - healthy

Hög - loud

Tyst - quiet

Glad - happy

Ledsen - sad

Vacker - beautiful

Ful - ugly

Döv - deaf

Blind - blind

Trevlig - nice

Snål - mean

Rik - rich

Fattig - poor

Tjock - thick

Smal - thin

Dyr - expensive

Billig - cheap

Platt - flat

Böjd - bend

Manlig - male

Kvinnlig - female

Tajt - tight

Lös - loose

Mjuk - soft

Hård - hard

Djup - deep

Grund - shallow

Ren - clean

Stark - strong

Svag - weak

Död - dead

Vid liv - alive

Tung - heavy

Lätt - light

Mörk - dark

Ljus - light

Kärn - nuclear

Berömd - famous

Pronouns

Jag - I

Du - you

Hon - she

Han - he

Hen - she/he (genderneutral)

Den/det - it

Vi - we

Ni - you

De - they

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An Unexpected Turn Of Events

Mominette Month 2021

Day 01 - Find A Child

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Authors note: Hi, everyone! Just one quick to let you all know so that this fic is not confusing for you. This fic is a reverse Robin fic. In other words, Dick is the youngest instead of the eldest, and Damian is the oldest instead of the youngest. This same thing applies to all of the other bat children as well.

Marinette sighed in relief as she finished rifling through her purse. She had woken up late and had hastily left her hotel room for her consultation. She had thankfully not left behind anything that she would need during the consultation. Feeling a bit paranoid, she looked once more through her purse, and there was the tape measure, pencils, notebook, sewing kit, and the NDAs. She may or may not have flipped through the grimoire belonging to the guardians and found the spell for expanding the space in her purse to be the way it was for her yo-yo when she transforms into Ladybug. Unlike her yo-yo, the expansion was still limited. But the extra space was still beneficial.

As Marinette was walking, she pulled out her phone to look at the time. 9:50, she thought, leaves me enough time to get to Wayne Tower by 10:00 if I want to be on time. As she was putting her phone away, she felt something hit her legs and torso. She let out a slight oof at the unexpected weight against her lower body. As she peered down, she saw a cute boy, probably around eight years old clinging onto her legs. He had black hair, and as he looked up at her with teary eyes, she saw the most devastating sparkling blue eyes she had ever seen. His slightly chubby cheeks were flushed pink, and his nose also had a pink tinge to it. The flushness was probably a result of the choked sobs he was currently letting out.

As Marinette looked around, she realized that none of the nearby grown-ups looked to be his parents, nor did they look like they were missing a child. She bent down and smiled softly at him, hoping to calm him down a bit. After a beat or two, her smile seemed to do the trick, and his sobs reduced down to a few tears. Once she knew that he had calmed down, she softly whispered, “ Hey, honey. Are you lost? Do you want me to find your parents?”

He sniffled a few times before replying with a slight tremor in his voice, “Yes. Please help me find my Boose.”

“Your Boose?” Marinette questioned.

“Yes,” he slightly whimpered, “Boose is my new daddy. My other daddy and mommy had to say goodbye to me.”

Marinette gasped in shock at his words. This poor kid, so young, and yet his parents were gone. Dead. Marinette thought about the many akumas which her parents didn’t survive. She then shook herself out of her thoughts. Come on, Marinette. Stop worrying about yourself all time. Your parents are okay now. But this kid is lost! Get out of your head! Steeling herself, she gently asked him, “What’s your name, hon? Mine is Marinette, but you can call me Mari..”

Surprised by the kindness and warmth in her voice, he stuttered out, “Richard… but I like Dick better. Richard sounds old. I’m not old!” He then shyly added, “It’s nice to meet you, miss. You have a pretty name.”

Marinette smiled as she saw his confidence growing with every word he spoke. Marinette laughed aloud at the words he shyly said, “It’s nice to meet you too.” She then questioned, “Do you remember where your daddy is?”

Dick was now bouncing on his heels, and he squealed out in excitement, “Yes! My daddy is in the big, tall building with the huge ‘W’ on it!”

The corners of her mouth twitched in amusement. Dick’s excitement was infectious. His words then caught up to her. Well! It looked like luck was on her side after all! She would have enough time to get Dick back to his dad and still be on time for her consultation. She stood back up and then smiled down at him, “Well, I’m heading there too! So why don’t I take you back to your daddy?”

Dick nodded his head rapidly before holding her hand with his much smaller one. They then started walking towards Wayne Tower. Dick continued to babble on about the most random of things. He talked about his grumpy older brother, who it seemed begrudgingly liked him. He also discussed the many pets his older brother had. It also seemed like Dick’s adoptive dad had a slight problem with adopting too many children from what could be told from the many siblings that Dick mentioned.

When the door of Wayne Tower came into sight, Dick stopped talking, allowing them to walk in comfortable silence. As she was about to speak to ask him where in the building his father worked or the name of his dad, Dick blurted out, “I like you, Miss Mari. Can you be my mommy? I don’t have a new one yet!”

Marinette stopped in shock before trying to stutter out something, anything, but all of her words were incoherent. What do you say in response to a question like that, she thought to herself? She saw Dick looking at her for an answer, and after a while, he decided to pull out some puppy eyes. Shoot! Marinette thought. I need to say something to stall for time. At least until I get him to his dad. She reassured him, “I am thinking about my answer, Dickie! But how about we first get back to your daddy, and then we talk about it?”

Dick contemplated her words before nodding in agreement and practically bouncing through the doors. Marinette sighed in relief and also walked through the doors. Her head was down as she speculated what she should do about Dick’s question. Suddenly, a rough voice spoke up in front of her, “Hello. Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I presume.”

Marinette lifted her head, and there in front of her was Bruce Wayne, her newest client. And clinging to him was the very boy that was holding her hand just seconds ago. She suddenly remembered hearing something about Bruce Wayne adopting the son of some acrobats who were in an accident. The name of the kid was Richard Grayson! She hadn’t made the connection!

Realizing that Bruce was looking for an answer, she hastily stuck out her hand, stuttering, “That is correct, Monsieur Wayne. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

He stared at her hand before gently taking it and raising the back of her hand to his lips. “Please, the pleasure is all mine. Let’s make our way upstairs.”

She blushed at his gentlemanly actions before squeaking out a small, “Let’s.” The three of them climbed into the elevator and went to the top floor of the building. The doors of the elevator opened up, and Bruce gestured for her to go first. She did so and looked around at the beautiful interior of the building that she had not yet noticed. Bruce then opened up the door to what seemed to be his office. Inside she saw there to be seven kids. She smiled at them in greeting. Most of them smiled back at her. The exception to this was what looked to be the oldest and one of the younger ones. (Damian and Jason, if you didn’t figure it out.)

Marinette felt Bruce step closer so that he was next to her before he spoke once more, “These are all of my children, biological, adopted, or otherwise.” He pointed to the man with stunning green eyes stating, “This is my oldest son, Damian. He’s 22.” Damian gave a tight-lipped smile in response, along with a slight tilt of his head.

Next, Bruce gestured to what looked to be the second oldest saying, “This is Tim. He’s 18 years old.” He was sipping coffee and giving the briefest of nods to her. He looked seconds away from collapsing.

He then acknowledged a blonde girl, remarking, “This is Stephanie, but she likes to be called Steph. She’s 17 years old.” The girl seemed to be bouncing in place and close to bursting from excitement.

He pointed to a rough-looking boy stating, “This here is Jason. He just turned 15. He’s a few months older than the next youngest.” The boy smirked at Marinette in acknowledgment of his introduction.

Bruce finally gestured to a girl with Asian features saying, “This is Cassandra or Cass. She’s 14, but like I said, a few months younger than Jason.” The girl seemed to be peering through her very soul. After gazing for a few seconds, she hummed in what Marinette deemed to be satisfied as if she liked what she saw.

Bruce then turned towards her, “And you’ve already met Richard or Dick. Thank you for bringing him back.”

Marinette smiled in acknowledgment of his compliment before replying, “It was nothing Monsieur Wayne. He was all alone, so I had to help him. But he was delightful the whole time. Now as for what I came here for, what type of clothes have you been looking for–”.

But before she could continue, Dick blurted out, “Daddy, I like Ms. Mari! Can we keep her? I want her to be my mommy!”

The result was instant. The room burst into a flurry of noises, each of Bruce’s kids trying to speak over one another. Marinette was blushing very brightly. In fact, from how hot her face felt, she was sure that she was inventing new shades of red. Marinette looked over to see Bruce’s reaction and squeaked when she saw him staring at her with a sharp, analytical gaze.

Marinette took a few breathes to calm herself down. She then softened both her gaze and voice as she addressed Dick, “Dickie, honey, as much as I loved meeting you and talking with you, I, unfortunately, cannot be your mommy. Bruce is your daddy, and he will someday find a lovely lady who will be your mommy.”

At her last sentence, all or most of the kids seemed to have snorted in amusement. It seemed as if they disagreed with her statement. Dick looked sad and seemed to be growing teary-eyed. Marinette looked over to Bruce for some help but only found him concealing the amusement that he was most likely feeling quite well. If she hadn’t been Ladybug, she probably would have never noticed the slight bit of emotion peaking through his mask. She glared at him reproachfully as if saying, this is your kid, so you need to help me convince him that I would not make a good mother.

He rolled his eyes in return as if trying to say, Don’t kid yourself. You would make an excellent mother. And you’re already attached to him, don’t deny it.

As Marinette sighed in response, Bruce turned away from her towards Dick and knelt to his level. He then gently said, “Now Dick. Miss Mari can’t be your mommy.” Marinette started nodding as if agreeing with Bruce’s words. But then stopped when he continued, “But she can visit you and maybe one day be your mommy.”

Marinette opened and closed her mouth, no words coming out. Before shyly looking down before raising her head, stammering, “Well, I guess I could visit.”

All the kids started cheering in response. The exception to this was Damian. But the corner of his lips was slightly raised as if the start of a smile. Dick bounded over to her, hugging her and babbling out everything he wanted to do with her. And in all the chaos, Marinette’s and Bruce’s eyes met. They both exchanged small smiles.

Marinette then clapped her hands together, reminding them, “I do still have to do a consultation with all of you. So how about we do that, and then we can do something fun together?” Seeing everyone’s nods, Marinette then continued with the consultation. But unbeknownst to anyone in the room, their relationship would change drastically in the coming months. But ultimately, it would change for the better.

One Year Later

It has been a year since the faithful day when Dick requested Marinette to be his mom. And since then, they only seemed to grow closer. She had met Alfred, Bruce’s Psuedo father and the children’s pseudo grandfather. She thought that he was extraordinary. And honestly godsent. She also experienced a lot of adventures with the Waynes. In fact, after only four months of knowing each other, she figured out that they were the Bat-Family. She had caught them once after patrol and raised her eyebrow as if demanding an answer, and god did she get an answer from them!

Marinette and Bruce had also started dating. This change in their relationship occurred a few weeks after she found out their identities. They were now engaged to be married in a few months. All the children had warmed up to Marinette over the months, even Damian, who always withheld his emotions. But they had all come to see her as their mother figure and were ever so grateful for her. And so they wanted to do something for her birthday.

The very morning of her birthday, everything went wrong. Marinette woke up to quite the sight. All over the kitchen was what looked to be cake batter. It seemed as if they were trying to put the baking she had taught them to good use, but they had also made the cake batter explode. Marinette and Bruce stared at the mess before they both started laughing. Marinette had a light, melodic laugh, while Bruce had a very gruff laugh.

Marinette beckoned all of them forward for a hug before proclaiming, “I love that you all were trying to do something for me, but none of you had to do anything. But it’s the thought that counts, so thank you. But next time, please stay away from the kitchen.”

She then shooed them on their way before getting two mops, handing one to Bruce as she passed by him. She kissed him on the cheek before starting to clean up the mess, Bruce following her actions. She then quietly snickered, “Well, this was quite a sight to wake up to on your birthday. I would have thought that today would have been relaxing.”

She looked up to see Bruce shoot her a small look before shaking his head in amusement. “Mari, darling, when has our lives with them ever been relaxing? They are always getting into trouble.”

She snorted in response, “Yes, well, they get it from their father.”

Bruce glared at her lightly before pulling her into a deep kiss, “I don’t know. Their mother seems to be just as chaotic sometimes.”

She shook her head in amusement, pulling herself away from Bruce’s embrace and questioning, “How is this even my life anymore?”

He chuckled lightly, alerting her that he was about to sass her in some way. “Well, from what I remember, about a year ago, you came across this kid that–”

Marinette held up a finger to his mouth, stopping him from uttering another word. She was also glaring at him reproachfully. “Yes, I do know-how. I was there. Now go away so that I can clean up the rest of the kitchen. You’re distracting me.”

He let go of his mop before giving her another deep kiss and then darting away. As he strolled out of the room, he shouted over his shoulder, “Oh, I know how distracting I am. I am well aware of how irresistible I am, ma coccinelle.” He could hear her spluttering in response before yelling back at him, but he continued on his way to his office. Along the way, he chuckled to himself.

Back in the kitchen, Marinette was glaring at nothing. She was also plotting ways to show her fiance who the irresistible one was. She then sighed in happiness. Yes, her life was amazing. A year ago, if someone told her this would be her life, she wouldn’t have believed it. But now she was living it, and god was it amazing. Funny what finding a child will do to you, Marinette thought to herself before carrying on with her task of cleaning up the mess her kids had made. Yeah, life was amazing.

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Jon: Hello everyone, and welcome back to our regular format. If my husband being horribly soppy-

Martin:-hey!-

Jon: -turned you off the how, this should be a refreshing return to formula, though I can’t guarantee there won’t be further horrible soppiness-

Martin, performatively under his breath: -most people thought it was charming-

Jon: -as that tends to happen when one is recording with the love of their life. If last week’s episode is the only one that you like, too bad, I’m back in full form, and should be at least through the rest of the season.

Martin: This show doesn’t have seasons? Due to the whole lack of a narrative thing?

Jon: I was referring to spring.

Martin: Oh, right.

[A beat passes.]

Martin, flatly: Oh. Great goof hon.

Jon, smug: Thank you.

Jon, sincere: Also, before we get properly started, I did want to actually thank everyone who sent well wishes.

M artin: Yes! We got positively inundated with lovely messages, it definitely brightened both of our days. I would even say it was wonderful.

[Jon groans.]

Jon: I am..not proud of the energy we’ve created for this episode so far, and we haven’t even hit the small wonders. Speaking of, do you have a small wonder this week?

Martin: Mine’s bad action movies.

Jon: Really? I had no idea you even liked them, let alone consider them wonderful.

Martin: Okay, so, saying I like them is a bit of a misnomer? It’s more that I like what they can do more than the movies themselves?

Jon: Elaborate?

Martin: It probably comes as a surprise to no one that I’ve tried my hand at a fair amount of mindfulness and mediation techniques. I’ve found poetry and journaling have been helpful for actually processing life events and whatnot, but when it comes to giving your brain a hard wipe and reset, nothing is half as quick and effective as a shitty shoot-em-up. Somethings about 2 hours of cartoonish, pg-13 violence held together with the absolute loosest of plots brings me to a state of mental blankness that would make a monk jealous.

Jon: How have I never witnessed you doing this? When are you sneaking off to go see Micheal Tarantino or who ever films?

M artin: That’s definitely not the right name.

Jon: Martin, dear, I don’t care. And you’re dodging the question.

Martin, fond: I’m not dodging anything. Since apparently we’re getting into it, you haven’t caught me cavorting with a movie involving more explosions than character development lately because I haven’t been. Haven’t needed it, in recent years. Turns out when you’re not crushingly lonely and working a literal nightmare of job, there’s less of a drive to try and escape your own thoughts. Shocker, I know. Still, to anyone out there that feels like their brain is on fire, go try watching a fast and furious. Any of ‘em, it doesn’t matter. Or even better, Chronicles of Riddick. I can’t remember a single goddamn detail of that movie, which makes it perfect for what I’m talking about.

Jon: I have the strong feeling that th is is a “mileage may vary” scenario.

Martin: Well, yeah, that’s this whole podcast. Plus, I imagine that movies like this would cause more stress to someone who cares about, say, world-building or rules consistency.

Jon: I wonder who you could possibly be referring to.

Martin: It’s a purely hypothetical person, love, don’t worry about it. Any small wonders?

Jon: Yes! Particularly relevant to the last week, my small wonder is stripping the sheets from your bed when it’s been too long between washes.

Martin: How very specific. M ost people would just say ‘clean sheets’.

Jon: Well, for one, I’m fairly certain that we’ve already covered clean sheets-

Martin: Shit, have we? Thank god other people keep track of this, otherwise this show would be unbearably repetitive.

Jon: Christ, yes. I typically check the website a good three times while prepping, and every about one out of those three times I find I’m trying to do an topic we did 30 episodes again. Anyway, um, it’s just nice, I think. When you’ve been too busy or sick or away for awhile, tossing the sheets in the wash makes a room instantly seem nicer. Of all the chores out there, this one, at least for me, has the highest reward to effort ratio.

Martin: Hard agree. Especially when the y have that slight funk of having been around to long, getting rid of that is such a relief. Speaking of, we need to change our sheets soon.

Jon: We can do it after the episode. Who goes first this week?

Martin: Considering last week was only me talking, I’m gonna say it’s you.

Jon: Alright, then. My first thing this week is Martin K. Blackwood.

Martin: Absolutely not!

Jon: Oh, you can do a whole episode on me, but I can’t do one little segment on my husband, whom I love very dearly?

Martin: Not while I’m sat here, no!

Jon: So you’re saying you don’t want me to tell the internet that your resolve to be kind even in the face of indescribable cruelty is one of the mot breathtaking things I’ve ever witnessed, or how I find it incredibly endearing when you get so emotional that your voice comes out as a squeak, or even that, on a more base level, you’re very physically attractive, and I could lose entire days thinking about your arms alone?

Martin, audibly blushing, voice the aforementioned squeak: Oh my god, Jon!

Jon, laughing: Then it’s probably for the best that my actual first thing is best friends.

Martin, peaking the audio levels: Oh you absolute bastard! Do you enjoy this? Do you get some sort of perverse sense of entertainment from riling me up?

Jon: Oh, don’t you start. As if you’re not as bad as I am. Maybe even worse.

Martin: That’s not…

Jon: Yes?

Martin: Okay. Maybe it’s slightly true. Really, what is romance for if not flustering your partner with compliments?

Jon, teasing: I certainly can’t think of anything.

Martin: Hush, you.

Jon: No, I don’t think I will.

Martin: Fine. I suppose you can tell our delightful audience about the power of friendship or whatever.

Jon: I would’ve assumed more enthusiasm, considering this segment is still, indirectly, about you.

Martin: In what way?

Jon: In the way that, to the shock of all, you’re my best friend.

Martin, pleased: Oh, is that what I am?

Jon, exasperated: Yes, dearest husband, I wouldn’t have married you otherwise. Though, upon reflection, I knew you were my best friend before I knew I held romantic feelings for you.

Martin: When was that?

Jon, letting out a breath that vibrates his lips: God it was...2016? I think it might’ve literally been the day after you told me about your CV.

Martin: That early? Huh. I wonder if that’s what people were picking up when they said they we were close.

Jon: What people?

Martin: I don’t know specifically, that’s just what Daisy told me.

Jon: Daisy? When the hell-?

Martin: It...was when she was interrogating me? And, because sometimes I have to be a parody of myself, pretty much my only take away from that interrogation was “people think me and Jon are close”.

Jon: Well then. It’s not like they were wrong.

Martin, smug: No, no they weren’t.

Martin, sincere: And you’re my best friend, too.

Jon: I was certainly hoping that you’re in this relationship for more than my good looks and incredible fortune, both in the monetary and luck sense.

Martin: You say that as if you aren’t good looking, which we all know is patently untrue.

Jon: You’re biased. You’d say I was good looking if I were nothing more than some primordial ooze with thoughts about its station.

Martin: I’m being completely objective. If you were primordial ooze with thoughts above its station, you’d be the cutest ooze of them all. That’s just scientific fact.

Jon: I’m starting to think we might be insufferable.

Martin: Starting to? Might be?

Jon:…

[Jon clears his throat]

Jon: What I find wonderful about the concept of best friends is, to me, they’re the closest thing real life has to soulmates. I don’t personally believe that there’s some..grand mystic force that drives people to be tied together in the manner that narrative typical soulmates are, and if there was I don’t think it would necessarily be the kind of emotional, heartfelt bond one would hope for, but I do believe that there’s individuals that get to know one another, and because of that knowledge, they chose to stick with one another. It doesn’t have to be a romantic, which is why I say best friend rather than specifically ‘spouse’, but I would argue that the basis of a strong romance like you and I have, is very much rooted in that connection. A true best friendship is an equal partnership, and there’s a sense of..matched sensibilities and understanding that can be utterly incandescent when it happens.

I also think that having one or more best friends makes living life on a day to day basis both better and just flat easier. The dark times aren’t as dark, and the bright times shine even more. I know from my own personal experience there are events that I..that I don’t know how I would’ve made it through without you. Hell, last week my..recovery period would’ve taken much longer if you hadn’t been there.

It’s an amazing thing to have someone to share things with, both triumphs and burdens. Um, also, according to Dictionary.com, the term best friends in English has been around since the 1200s. Something about that delights me, like, yes, we’ve had this casual way of referring to a Favorite Person for roughly 800 years. That makes it a hold-out from early Middle English. I dunno, it’s one of those things that make me feel overall very charmed by humanity.

Martin, audibly smiling: No, yeah, hard agree.

Jon: What’s that look for?

Martin: Nothing. Just. I love you a whole lot, you know that?

Jon, voice soft: I may have heard you say that once or twice. Per hour.

Martin: Only that often? I really need to be more diligent about that.

[There’s a bet of silence, presumably where they’re making doe eyes at each other.]

Jon: What’s your first thing?

Martin: Oh, um, right. Rats!

Jon: The expression or the animal?

Martin: Jon, have you ever once heard me say “rats” as an expression? Obviously I’m referring to the animal.

Jon: Ah. Should’ve known, considering that what, a third?, of all your segments have been on animals.

Martin: Yeah? And? You got a problem with critters? With creatures? With lil guys?

Jon, laughing: No, no, it’s very sweet. I’m just surprised you never became a vet.

Martin: Oh believe me, I wanted to. But then I learned that it was not, in fact, a job composed entirely of getting paid to play with other people’s pets.

Jon: You had that job, though, didn’t you? I thought I remembered you mentioning a month long stint at a doggie day care.

Martin, sighing dreamily: Best job I ever had. Too bad that place was shut down after it was revealed to be a money laundering front.

Jon: Good lord.

Jon: Martin did you...did you know it was a money laundering front at the time?

Martin:

Martin: Would it make you feel better if I said no?

Jon: Martin!

Martin: I figured it out like a week in, but, like, who cares? The pay was decent and the floor was super easy to clean, which is very much a plus for even a front of a doggie day care.

Jon: That’s...rather a lot. How about instead of getting into that any further, you tell me about rodents.

Martin: I would love to. But first, we have a shoutout!

Jon: Ooo, a shoutout. Does it specify who should read?

Martin: Let me check. It...does...not…..

...

Jon: Martin?

[A beat.]

Martin: Right! Sorry, um. This week’s shoutout is from Tim, to Danny. It says, “Danny! My favorite person who shares genetic material with me! I wanted to say thank you for your podcast obsession from 4 months ago, and specifically for telling me about these marrieds. They’ve gotten me through many a dull hour at the publishing house. Also, with this shoutout, I’ve officially gotten ahead on the Superior [Last Name Redacted] Brother scoreboard, so suck it. Love you lots, and looking forward to your visit next month, Tim.”

Jon: Oh.

Jon: Um. That’s very..sweet? I think? Mostly?

Martin: Yeah, I’d say so. Uh. We have to take a quick break because, uh, someone is..at our front door! Be back with you all in, from your side of things, just a moment.

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HIII ITS ME HEART FLUTTERING ANON 😁 SO! FAV CHAPTERS EEEE first of all chap 1 had me hooked obviously from the start, and for chap 2 i lovedddd how it set the scene for how they first met and then when they ran into each other again ... literal tingles up and down the way he TALKED to her??? “pretty omega ... i won’t bite” AHHHHHHHHHHHH

and then all of chapter 3 was so good the way he was talking to her again was sooo good so possessive and it was incredible like i don’t know if you understand literally LITERALLY it makes my body tingle and then chap 4 when he carried her through the forest and hes all like “you wouldn’t want me to lose control would you” AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

and then chapter 5 i love that you wrote her a sweet best friend and also that scene where she imagined him .... GOD ur incredible. and then the ENDING. when taehyung popped out .... i’m actually double biased with taehyung and jungkook and so when that happened i was like JHDJSAIWIQKSJJS more tingles it was so well written please

... then chap 6. do i even need to say anything? thigh riding i CANT i almost passed out and he made her admit that she had her own fantasies and nobody could do it like him .... also the end when he was like “it won’t be just your legs that ache in my wake” AHHHHHHHHHHHH LIKE I SWEAR MY WHOLE BODY JUS. IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT OTHER THAN AHHHHHHHHHHH

chap 7 ... the whole dancing scene was so hot and then he told her to come to him OOOOO ANTICIPATION

finally chap 8 GODDDD first of all i love grinding like literally you don’t even understand and so when you wrote that in i was like EEEEEEE and then she went down on him and at the same time she got off on his leg that was so so sexy but then they have to go apart again :( until the next chapter !

so. in case you haven’t noticed it’s very hard for me to pick a fav chapter. lol. BUT i would def say chap 6 and chap 8 for obvious reasons, chapter 3 and 4 were also really sexy but i think my fav will be chapter 9 actually i’m anticipating it a lot and i’m sure it’ll be nothing but amazing ... that’s not pressure it’s me having faith in you cause you’re an amazing writer and i’m so excited to see what you come up with next hehe

i hope tbis wasn’t too long and annoying to read but yeah ily

Chapter 1 of COC was written during a lust filled craze following the Idol performance at Gyeongbokgung Palace that they boys did for that BTS week on Jimmy Kimmel’s show. Kook really was in a rare form following his 23rd birthday and that performance truly had me salivating over him from start to finish. I saw Jungkook and my eyes did not stray from him once and not a day later, I was working on a fic that I had no idea would become the 40k plus piece that is now COC. 

Chapter 1 was brought you to my overwhelming horniness after that performance and it’s interesting that you were lured to my fic in the same way Jungkook allured me to him even from the moment I first saw him back in 2013. 

You caught that little bit with him biting her in chapter 2, huh?? XD I am impressed. Perhaps he was joking, perhaps he knew from that second he saw her that she was destined to be his mate and therefore was hinting at a future mating mark???

Moving on, Jungkook is indeed a very possessive individual (from what we know of him irl in that he’s said “what is yours is mine and what is mine is mine”) and I wanted to depict that side of him in addition to making that trait even more abundant in his character in the story since wolves themselves are very territorial and possessive creatures. If Jungkook irl likes to stake his claim on things, then you can only image how much more enhanced that side of him would be if here were, say, a werewolf. 

I am glad you Jungkook’s characterization in the way that he converses with those around him (especially reader) and when I was writing, I wanted reader to feel shy and even more, I wanted you guys as the readers to “feel” the tingle that she does when he speaks to her. The fact that you do means i succeeded in that and I am very, very pleased to hear it!

As for his comment about “losing control,” let us just say that every single time that reader is around him, it takes him an enormous amount of self-restraint not to let his urges take hold of him that she brings out whenever he inhales her pheromones that make his baser being howl with need for in addition to her own personality that he finds very refreshing and adorable. On top of all that, she’s the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, so he’s quite taken with her and she with him. I wanted to instill that desire between them as well within their conversations and hopefully that is conveyed in the chapters, too!

Chapter five....that one was one written after quite the dream I had. I will say that one was genius if I do say so myself. It was so long and i had so much I wanted to do with it and the final product I was actually really satisfied with. I’m happy to know you were, too, hun! It’s funny you say you are double biased with Tae as someone I know very well irl is biased so hard for him that not even Kook can sway her attention (and lbr how can one NOT look at Jungkook when he’s sin incarnate when he wants to be and cute lil baby boy when he feels like being sweet?)

LISTEN CHAPTER SIX I WROTE IN ANOTHER LUST FILLED HAZE OKAY I MAKE NO APOLOGIES FOR THIGH RIDING I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN HIS LEGS??? HAVE YOU??? LITERAL ORGASM MATERIAL ISTG I WOULD RIDE THEM WHENEVER, WHEREVER AND HOWEVER HE WANTED IF HE LET ME. MY URL LITERALLY IS JJUNGKOOKSTHIGHS OKAY I MUST PAY HOMAGE TO THE CREATIONS OF THE FINEST MAKING TO MAN (honestly though everything about Jungkook is a gift from the gods). i cannot tell you how many times I have thought about fucking myself over his thighs okay it’s just not healthy and let us leave it at that. Ahem, anyways.... chapter six really was something, huh? That whole chapter got deleted off my computer after I closed the file and forgot to save it and so had to rewrite the whole thing from scratch. It was a sad day when that happened, but I got right back to work and finished the reworked version about two days later. I had worried for some time that that chapter wasn’t as hot because of the diction in it, so hopefully you were able to immerse yourself in that and get those tingles there, too XD

Chapter seven was especially long and that one was actually deleted originally after some comments about the diction and so I had to rewrite it and repost it so that people would be able to understand it better. That whole dance scene is very close to my heart as it was taken directly from that little dance break Jungkook does in his My Time performance during their online MOTS: One concert. The song he sings is also My Time, which is my favorite solo song (in combination with Euphoria because they are both my children and you can’t pick favorites with children lbr), so that whole little show he puts on for reader is very special to me since I love the song (and dance) so much. 

Chapter eight was hot af, I admit it. He really did a number on reader in chapter seven and so she wanted to show him how he made her feel and boy, did she deliver. He fell even harder for her when he realized she wanted to please him despite her inexperience and it was a godly experience for him to be able to teach her how to use her mouth on the only cock that she will ever have in her mouth or her cunt. :) They are animals after all, for only animals do what they did in that chapter in terms of her literally rutting against his leg and getting off while she drank his seed after blowing him. Anyways, it was hot and I confess, my mind really was somewhere south while writing that. 

Oh, and to clarify, they don’t separate in that chapter (and I have begun to write chapter nine and they are not apart in that one either. Well, in the beginning at least ). 

So, chapters 6 and 8 were your favorites, huh? Looks like your favorite ones are the ones with smut , eh??? Interesting... I will say that chapter nine will not have any smut in it, but I think you will be pleased with it when you read it. You will have quite a lot of emotions hit you during it and I hope to do you justice when I post it, hon. 

Thank you so much for giving me such a long and detailed response. You may think I found it annoying, but I assure you that I did not. Rather, I thought the opposite in that it was endearing and I want you to know how grateful I am that you took the time to write all this out and send it to me. I wanted to give you a response that was just as detailed and thoughtful as I appreciate you for doing what you did. So, I guess what I am trying to say is thank you for this. I enjoyed reading your thoughts and i hope you will be appeased by my reply in turn, sweetling. 

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What Magda (and Kosse) said svt(se)/sport/fotboll/besviken-magdalena-eriksson-gor-dem-battre-an-vad-de-ar

Disappointed Magdalena Eriksson: "Make them better than they are"

Sweden played 1-1 away from home against Spain.

Afterwards, Magdalena Eriksson was convinced.

- We make them better than they are, she tells SVT Sport.

The Swedish soccer ladies took the lead in the 14th minute through Rebecka Blomqvist. But with seven minutes left in the game, the equalizer came after Spain pressed throughout the second half.

- A tough match against a very skilled Spain, so it is not completely unfair that it will be 1-1, says Zacira Musovic.

Magdalena Eriksson does not completely share that image. The defender thinks that Sweden has a good first half but is disappointed with the performance in the second.

- In others, we get way too deep and find it difficult to get out of it. Gives them way too much initiative and they really have momentum throughout the second half. We have to look at the second half and see what happened, says Eriksson.

Spain were missing 15 of their best players after a schism with the Spanish federation but still managed to have plenty of possession and pressure a regular Sweden.

- It is the Spanish style and their identity. Many of these players come from Real Madrid and it's not a bad team either. But I'm still disappointed with us today and I feel we could have stood up even better, been more aggressive and not given them so much time. With time with the ball they will be good. We make them better than they are, says Eriksson.

Kosovar Asllani agrees that Sweden starts well and then loses.

- A strange match. We start well first 20. We find the surfaces that we have talked about. But the more the match goes on, the more we fall away. We get very long and don't get into pressure. It's frustrating that we don't get to the press game today. We allow them to have too much possession.

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Funnit sig till rätta

— Tänk fritt ...

— Jag går mot ett klimat och en sund livsstil där försöker må bra i mig själv. Det är dit jag är på väg hoppas jag.

Hon vill slippa ha ångest över sin livsstil, lägger handen där hjärtat finns och ser på mig. Nyfikenheten är främsta egenskap hon vill ta med sig på resan in i framtiden, ångesten har dämpats och säger sig ha funnit sig till rätta.

— Jag gör så gott jag kan.

Friday For Future i Uppsala och Sverige den 24 maj 2019

~

Has settled in

— Think freely ...

— I’m heading for a climate and a healthy lifestyle trying to feel good in myself. That’s the place I’m heading for, I hope.

She wants to avoid anxiety, lay a hand where the heart is and looking at me. Curiosity is the supreme attribute on that journey in to the future, the anxiety has soften and says she has settled in.

— I’m doing my best.

Friday For Future in Uppsala and Sweden, 2019-05-24

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Vietnam Travel Tips For First Time Travelers

Vietnam Travel Tips For First Time Travelers

If you are seeking for the essential information for your first-time Vietnam trip? Or you once traveled to Vietnam, yet you still find this country has a lot more to offer? Then this post will provide you some helpful travel tips relating to SIM Card, Money exchange, and bargaining in Vietnam!

SIM CARD

Why do you need to have a sim card when you are in Vietnam?

Wifi is not available everywhere in Vietnam. You can get it free in restaurants, coffee shops or community places. But when going out, you will need to use the mobile data plan serving for updating the newest travel photos on your Instagram, searching the places on Google Map, translating to communicate with the locals, using the ride-hailing apps, and more.

Which provider do you should choose?

Nowadays, there are 3 leading mobile internet providers in Vietnam, including Viettel, Mobiphone, and Vinaphone. Frankly, we highly recommend Viettel Mobile cause it is the largest mobile network and the best choice in Vietnam.

The 4G Viettel SIM card. Photo: Viettel Store

Where do you should buy a sim card?

Vietnam government has enforced a policy in 2016 that required all sim cards registered for those using it. Therefore, you should make sure that you purchase a sim card registered at the airport or the official outlet of the provider. Try to say NO with the shops on the street, travel agency or hotel selling sim card because your sim card may be cut off the mobile data suddenly.

At the airport The helpful advice is to buy a sim card at the airport due to two main reasons:

Sim Card is registered so that you will minimize risk and hassle.

The staff here can communicate English fluently. They are quick, efficient in setting your sim card and consulting the data plans meeting your demand.

At Vietnam’s international airports, there are many kiosks selling sim cards but remember to choose Viettel because of its wide mobile coverage. Prepare your passport ready; you can buy a Sim Card (50.000VNĐ- 60.000 VNĐ). And you pay the additional fee for data plans depending on your option.

At the official outlet of the provider If you leave the airport without a sim card, you can go to the official outlet of the provider to order it. Remember to bring your passport, which is used for registering and activating your sim card.

Mobile Data Plans After installing the sim card into your phone, you will continue to choose the mobile data package, which depends on your demand. There are plenty of options includes Internet+ Calls, Calls+SMS, Internet+SMS, only Internet, Calls and so on. Here are the most popular data plans for travelers:

MONEY EXCHANGE

Ha Trung street, the so-called Gold Street of Hanoi. Photo: Vietnamnet.vn

First and foremost, the Vietnamese Dong is the official currency in Vietnam. Vietnam is an ever-growing country, and the payment cards become more popular and convenient but not accessible everywhere. You should convert to Vietnamese cash to ensure you can pay for the cyclo driver or buy souvenirs, clothes on sidewalks or even buy snacks at any street vendor.

Where should you exchange money?.

There are some locations/ places such as hotels, jewelry stores and banks where you can exchange money. Read on to know what you should do.

Best exchange rate – Gold or Jewelry Stores

Even locals often exchange money at gold or jewelry stores because these stores offer the best rate exchange at all compared to banks, hotels, travel agencies.

Safe, Boring Procedure- Bank

The bank is certainly the safest place to exchange money. In general, the rate in banks is not the best or too bad. However, the procedure can make you feel bored. But at banks, you can exchange almost types of money. Besides banks and jewelry stores, you also can come to travel agencies, hotels for exchanging money. You easily find these places in central areas. Note: At the airport, there are many kiosks where you could exchange a small amount of money to pay for transport to your hotel. And remember to count again every time you exchange it.

BARGAINING

Bargaining in Vietnam is very popular when you buy any goods, especially in markets. If you travel to famous destinations, visit the local market to buy souvenirs, clothes, and more, you need to bargain with the shopkeepers. You will feel that everyone wants to rip you off, the sellers want to challenge you. Do not worry about it. It is only a bit of “culture shock”. Relax and bargaining looks like a competition. If you can buy something at your price, you win.

You should learn to say some common Vietnamese sentences: How much (Bao nhieu) Too Expensive (Dat qua), The other seller sells at a cheaper price (Cho kia re hon) as well as One (Mot), Two (Hai), Three (Ba), and more.

At the market, note that you can not negotiate types of merchandise attached price tags.

Steps to bargain:

Do not express that you like and want to buy that stuff

You should ask if the seller can get the price down. When the seller says “YES”, the quiz starts:

It would be best if you offer half of the original price and then little by little increase from the first price you say. At that time, the seller also tends to reduce the price gradually.

If the price is in your resistance point, you win. If not, you can pretend to walk away. Then the seller can keep you back and sell it for you.

You may love this: VIETNAM TRAVEL TIPS: WAYS TO SAVE MONEY FOR BUDGET-CONSCIOUS TOURISTS

Should you need further information, please contact our travel consultants at consultant@evivatour.com.vn or visit our website for General travel tips in Vietnam.

Source: https://blog.evivatour.com/vietnam-travel-tips-for-first-time-travelers/

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The qualifier against Slovakia came to be Nilla's 189 and last international match. She cried after the full time whistle. Six months later she told why and about her choice to decline the EC aftonbladet(.)se/sportbladet/fotboll/a/7dkn2o/nilla-fischer-berattar-sanningen-om-tararna-efter-landskampen Also a good insight into how the dialouge goes between Peter and the players

When the referee called off the World Cup qualifying match against Slovakia in December, Nilla Fischer burst into tears.

Now she tells the truth about the tears and the choice to turn down the EC.

- I will feel it deep in my soul, she says.

Nilla Fischer made her national team debut in a losing match against Norway. 2001.

Since then, there have been 189 international matches for the experienced centre-back.

So when the referee called off the World Cup qualifying match against Slovakia last fall and the television images zoomed in on a crying Nilla Fischer, many wondered what had happened.

- I don't want to say that then of course, but it was that I didn't know if it was my last international match or not, she says and continues:

- That's what came over me, I think. That whole picture. The national team has been a big part of my life and football means so much to me. So it was something that just came over me when the final whistle went.

Despite that, Nilla Fischer chose to turn down this summer's football EC.

- It's stupid to say it was an easy decision in the end because it wasn't. It's always tough to miss the opportunity for a championship, but I've still landed in the fact that it's the way it is, so I get to enjoy when they take the gold this summer. 

Fischer, who also turned down the Olympics when his wife Mika was expecting the couple's second child, believes that there are mainly two reasons behind the decision to stay at home this summer.

- I only have one day with both children at home, but it's not easy. It's not a recovery day and then both for my own sake to be without the two of them for anything from three to five weeks and then also put that responsibility on Mika. It doesn't feel right.

What will it be like to follow another championship on television?

- It will be great fun, but I also realize that it will be difficult to watch. I think there will again be a bit of this feeling of unreality at the beginning, then it depends a bit on how far they go. If we go all the way to the final and have the opportunity to take the gold and take it, then I know I will be extremely, extremely happy and proud that we take it, she says before admitting:

- But I also know that I am only human, so I will feel it deep in my soul. I don't know what it will be. If it will be sadness or, like, think about not being able to participate and win a gold with the national team. But that's how it is.

The 37-year-old centre-back thinks that national team captain Peter Gerhardsson and assistant Magnus Wikman have been very responsive in the dialogue. Something that has also made it easier.

- Yes, definitely. It has done that. This is not the first time we have had a dialogue about whether or not to join. You don't have to have children to have an understanding of that, I don't think, but he has had a great understanding that there is more than football, says Fischer.

Confederation captain Peter Gerhardsson often points out himself that each squad that is selected is only for the matches that apply to that collection. He looks no further ahead than that.

- I think they see the person in a different way than I have previously experienced. It is of course necessary to perform on the field, but it is really accepted that if there is something with the training or the family, the camp will come a day later or maybe not at all. And a conversation about more than just football, says Fischer.

Fischer therefore hopes that her no thanks to this summer's EC does not mean that her national team career is over.

And after the experience against Slovakia in Malmö, the 37-year-old feels that she herself wants to know that this is the last time she puts on the shirt before she pulls it over her head.

- The perfect ending would of course have been to win a gold in a championship. But definitely that I want to plan it somehow. I don't know why I want it, but in my head it almost feels easier before an international match or a camp to know that this is the last thing than to go home and just by the way now there won't be any more , she says and adds :

- But I also have to be good enough to be selected.

The contract with Linköping extends over this season. If there will be a continuation, Fischer has not thought about it yet.

- Really, I almost only think about one week at a time. This is the end of the year, then new decisions will be made this autumn. But now I have this year. That's what I focus on. It's a lot to get together and I'm not a virgin.