#90s fem german

[beautifulfaaces]

Sofie Eifertinger

Facts

1996

German actress

Filmography

Alina [Der Feind meines Feindes: 2022]

Lisi [Kitz: 2021]

Johanna [WaPo Bodensee: 2017-2019]

Janina [Der Kaktus: 2013]

Appearance

dark blonde

blue eyes

Roleplay

playable: teenager, young adult

#Sofie Eifertinger #fem 90s #fem german #90s fem german #der feind meines feindes #kitz #wapo bodensee #der kaktus #dark blonde fem teen #dark blonde fem young #90s fem dark blonde #blue eyes fem teen #blue eyes fem young #90s fem blue eyes #teenager female #young adult female

[sasayego]

lazy sundays

prompt — your fiancé, dick grayson, is the love of your life. was. you think he’s dead, but in reality, he’s out there as a spyral agent. meanwhile, you start appreciating the little things more.

tags — reader got out of an ED, mental health issues. angst and comfort, dick grayson x fem!reader. sfw

jason todd was the one who was attracted to you first. he saw you at a wayne gala and thought you were the love of his life. he asked you out, and you immediately said yes, intimidated by the fact that a wayne was the one who noticed you.

dick didn’t even notice you, which you didn’t mind too much. jason was all that you needed. he was kind and funny but he had this really annoying behavior where he would scream at you in fights. like, scream. one night, things got heated and he left into the night, leaving you behind to go outside, no doubt to clear his mind.

you decided to take care of yourself and make it up to him, so, you had finished his laundry. when putting his clothes away, you noticed a very red helmet with another suit with keys in them. you would’ve thought that it was a cute cosplay prop if the keys didn’t open up a drawer with all sorts of guns in the bottom drawer.

you would’ve freaked out if the radio next to his guns didn’t just go static with —“fuck—nightwing here—wounded on fifth—.” and your blood went cold. jason todd? knew who nightwing was?

you didn’t even think about it, think if it was a trap. you took the radio and drove where nightwing said he was injured. nobody responded and you were praying that he was alive.

and that was when dick grayson, really, really saw you. saw your perseverance, your stubborn nature and how you always looked to the brighter sides of things even when he was stabbed in several places with a split rib and a gash to his head.

you were not a doctor, god no, you were in the beginning of your master’s degree, but with strength that rivaled a mother whose child was underneath a car, you managed to pick him up and put him in your car.

“so jason told you who I am? the little shit. he was supposed to talk to bruce before he revealed our identities. that’s what I get for having a love struck brother, huh?”

you stopped halfway and then looked at him in shock, your mouth open in a slight ‘o’. and he realized that you didn’t know, that your boyfriend of seven months was hiding things from you.

“just take me to bruce’s. say you know, and say I need help.” you let out a groan at it and press on the gas.

jason wasn’t to be found for the next few days. dick was though.

when he recovered and appeared at your doorstep with flowers and a sheepish smile, a cast and a boyish smile that felt like infidelity, your face flushed and you took them happily.

“thanks for saving me,” he said, and leaned against the doorway. unlike jason, his mannerisms and way of acting came easy, smoother, a better flow. and you fell so bad just thinking that. “may I come in?”

and against your better judgment, you stepped side. “mi casa es tu casa.”

his eyes twinkled at that. “tu casa es muy hermosa,” he said. “como el tuyo.”

“you know spanish?”

“I know mandarin, spanish, french, romansh, german, portuguese, hindi, japanese, and arabic. well, learning. dami’s teaching me that one.”

your jaw drops. “I just know english, my mother tongue, and high school spanish.”

“still better than 90% of america.”

that was how it started—he met you every so often, taking coffee out, mini golfing, kayaking, while jason grew ever so distant in the corner. you couldn’t blame jason for it, either. it wasn’t like you were making much of an effort to revive the relationship.

but everything changed that one night when jason asked you to go to a wayne gala with him. out of all his siblings, he had chosen the short straw this time. you said no—you didn’t want to go to another one of them and get hounded by paparazzi at this point.

and jason was fine with that. it wasn’t like he particularly liked going to galas anyways, so he understood your denial. until an hour later when on instagram in one of the more popular news sites, a viral photo of you and dick hugging in the rain together and staring at each other after getting a hole in one in a really hard mini golfing course started circling around.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? are you fucking him? don’t even answer that, I can tell. and even if you aren’t, I know you want to.”

“no, jason, what the fuck is wrong with you? I haven’t done anything with dick, nor do I want to. we’re friends.”

“you don’t underhand, y/n. I’m gonna be the guy that the papers make fun of once you leave me for him. so I’ll do what you don’t have the guts to. we’re done.”

your world didn’t shatter because of that, surprisingly. he moved out of your apartment. you watched gilmore girls reruns. you ate a lot of food. some cried tears, but nothing much. until one day, dick appeared at your door out of the blue.

"dick?" you raised an eyebrow, looking at him with an unsure look in your eye. "what are you doing here?" you were wearing your sweats with a dumbed down look in your eye that clearly stated you didn't know what the hell was happening.

"i'm in love with you. i'm sorry—but i can't stop thinking about you. your laugh is infectious and when you smile it's like a cloudy sky just turns back to sunshine—"

you stepped forward and kissed him. you thought the tabloids were full of shit, but you knew that they were right about this one thing.

after two years of dating, he had done a vigilante trip to india to track down some passages. while he was there, he went and bought a shiny ring. you'd marry him with paper rings. he planned a view of a skyline and it went perfectly, thank god.

but he died. he died and now you're sitting here in the apartment, staring at a photo of the two of you. you miss everything about him. the way he'd subtly add more food to your plate when you were having your ED. when he held you throughout the night after a panic attack even though he had patrol that day. when. he defended you from the paparazzi, when he screamed at jason right back when jason found out that you and dick were dating.

don't tell me you're staring at that damned photo. - tim

you look at your phone and sigh before closing down your phone. tim wouldn't understand. he wouldn't get it. how could he? it wasn't like he lost the love of his life. he was a robin. he knew loss. you didn't. he also lost his brother, you remind yourself, and that just makes it all worse.

you grab the photo and curl up in a ball in fetal position. you miss lazy sunday afternoons when you've eaten too much and that food is resting in your stomach. your head would be in your fiancé's lap and his hands would be in your hair and the minute he would move his hands from your hair or your back, you'd wake up, your body discomforted by the lack of touch. that's my superpower, you'd joke.

no, he'd respond. your superpower is being the most amazing and talented woman i have ever had the pleasure of meeting. i would do anything for you. your beauty rivals the stars in the night sky. i love you like how the moon loves the earth.

at the single thought of it, you curl up and sob, the tears racking down as you clench the photos to your heart. five months and thirteen days and you are not a single second away from properly healing. you'll never love again. you know that for a fact.

it's ten in the night when you wake up, and the couch is stained with tears. haley is right beside you, looking sad and sullen. she misses her best friend too, but she always hates it when her other best friend is crying.

"i haven't fed you? fuck," you swear before standing up. everything hurts. your heart feels too heavy. there's cuts on your wrists. you stare at them, the red from the blood dried up.

he also stares at them too. he vows that he's coming back no matter what.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson #nightwing #dick grayson x you #hurt/comfort #richard grayson #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female!reader #dc comics

[desert-fern]

Ring Around My Rosie - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw X Fem!Nurse Reader (WWII European Theatre AU)

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw X Fem!Reader

Summary: The year is 1944 and the Second World War rages on. You have been a nurse in Belgium for nearly three years, having seen the effects of the worst things human beings can do to one another. One day, like always, an injured man is brought in. An American sailor too far from the ocean he came out of on D-Day and you both are entranced.

Warnings: blood, bullet removal, mentions of Nazis (it is a WWII AU so…), probably inaccurate depictions of wartime nursing, most likely factually incorrect WWII history, fluff so fluffy I gave myself a cavity just writing this, 1940s Bradley Bradshaw (yes, he is a warning)

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: If you can’t guess, this oneshot is a WWII AU inspired by a cover of Ed Sheeran’s Nancy Mulligan that I have linked here! I’m 90% I fucked up my Spotify Wrapped for this fic so I hope you enjoy!

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Well, I met him at Guy's in the second world war

And I was working on a soldier's ward

The scent of blood was thick in your nostrils as you dragged yourself out of the field hospital in Les Annais, Belgium. The Germans had been menacing your location for weeks, baiting your troops and sending fractions limping back into your capable hands.

You knew nothing of the tactics being used, very few did. You were here as a nurse, not as a tactician, not as anyone of note, save for being the longest serving nurse at the 51st Field Hospital. The others had bailed out as soon as they could, doing their duty but the gruesome fighting months earlier at the Battle of the Bulge had sent many fleeing.

It wasn’t like you could blame them.

You were still new, having joined up as soon as you could convince your father and while you were a month shy of 23, you had never experienced anything like this. Your grandmother had told your father off, reminding him that it was his own stubborn streak that raced through you.

But you were unprepared for everything you would have to do out here, hundreds of kilometers away from home, with the least amount of training that they could spare. At the beginning, you could only offer comfort to some of these men, being unable to save them from their wounds, as they cried for their mothers, wives, children, begging for the pain to end.

Sometimes - well, most times - these men were boys your age or younger. Lives that had only just begun were snuffed out in the most violent of ways and you were left to piece together your shattered heart day after day.

So you closed yourself off, choosing to help as many as you could. The conditions were brutal, the wounds you saw even more so. A year and a half ago, you didn’t know how it felt to hold down a screaming man so a doctor could try and save a septic leg. You were a shoulder to cry on, a smiling face despite the bleakness, and more often than not, an object of flirtation and admiration.

The sky was a miserable gray, like it always was. It seemed like the sky was trying to match the color of the tents scattered around the outside of the main camp, doing its best to hide you from the prying eyes of the German aerial patrols.

The Luftwaffe were always around. Luckily for you, they couldn’t aim for shit, but you couldn’t deny that the German movements had been far more frequent. Sometimes a young man crawled through the borders surrendering to the English and American forces and begging for help.

No one else would treat him, refusing to even get close to him.

You had chastised them all, reminding them of their promises to help those in need, and slowly you had gained some help in the care of these young men, though they were few and far between.

Shouts caught your attention, sending you racing through the muddy field back to the hospital. A group of soldiers, Americans by the sound of them, were calling for help and you would be a hypocrite if you didn’t help.

Hurrying through the door ahead of them, you saw a small group, maybe seven or so men approach. They were muddy, beaten and bruised, but your eyes fell upon the man being held up by his compatriots. “What happened?” You asked, quickly replacing a red headed man and half-carried the brunette towards the only open bed in the corner.

“A bunch of Krauts caught us by surprise, caught Rooster here with a few shots and some ass- pardon me ma’am, idiot jumped out of a tree and landed on top of him,” the man explained, helping you lay this Rooster on the bed.

You focused on the brunette’s bloody uniform, eyeballing the few bullet wounds in his arms, but you were the most concerned about the broken leg. It only took one infected wound and that limb would be gone. Not today, you thought. “Dot, I need the suture kit and a basin. You,” you stated, standing up to face the man standing next to you.

“Mulligan, ma’am,” he told you, standing up straighter. “Lewis Mulligan, US Navy.”

“Lewis, can you help me hold him down? I can’t stitch him up and hold him down at the same time.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Dot hurried over with the makeshift kit, placing it on the bed along with a basin of water. Unbuttoning his shirt, you found that two of the three bullet wounds still had the bullet in them and that the third had begun to clot against his shirt. Pulling the scissors from the pants pocket of your uniform and cutting the shirt away, you finally had a better view at what you were working with. “Fucking Krauts. Guess they must be really desperate to keep using shitty ammunition,” you remarked dryly, dipping a set of tweezers in a basin of cheap spirits.

Lewis didn’t say a word, clearly stunned by your foul language. “Ma’am?”

Sighing, you turned to face him. “Lewis, I need your help holding him down. The longer this takes, the bigger the risk of infection. I can’t do that if you are going to be shocked when I cuss and swear. Can you help me or not?”

He nodded, coming to stand on the other side of the unconscious man. Hands placed on his friend’s shoulder and hip, Lewis gave you a nod and you began.

The bullets were soft and slippery. They slid out of your tweezers more times than you could count, but you made it work, finally prying the two out of his shoulder and side. Lewis wasn’t looking at you, his face green by the time the last bullet clinked into the porcelain tray. “I can take it from here, Mulligan. Go back to your group, tell them…”

“His name is Bradley.”

You gave him a smile. “Tell them Bradley should be okay unless he does something stupid.”

He left you alone, perched on the side of Bradley’s bed, stitching him up. You saw his eyelashes flutter as you finished the last stitch and quickly stood up. If he lunged at you, you had to be standing. Enough men had grabbed at you when they woke up and you had quickly learned not to make that mistake again.

Too many bruises, too many sprains, too many punches thrown.

To your surprise, Bradley let out a groan and his eyes slowly blinked open. That groan turned into a hiss of pain as he tried to sit up. “Stay down,” you said gently, approaching slowly with your hands up. “You’re in a field hospital in Belgium.”

His eyes flicked to you, taking in your bloody uniform and trailing over your face. “The others?” He said in a panicked voice. “Where are the others?”

“Lewis and the redhead are outside, they carried you here. Seven of you came up to us, that’s all I know Bradley.”

A nod. “Thank you Ma’am.” Relief was written all over his face, in the way his eyes fell closed for a moment and his shoulders dropped.

“I just finished stitching up your chest, but I need to look at your leg. Can I do that?”

“Anything for you doll,” Bradley replied with a wink as he tried to lay down. But he winced and you were there, your bloodstained hands firmly holding his shoulders and neck while you guided him back down.

Never had I seen such beauty before

The moment that I saw ya

You moved quickly to treat his leg, finding that thankfully it was just a broken ankle and not somewhere further up. The number of men that had come in with a broken leg and left with one and a half was a number that you didn’t like to think about. It was far too high.

But Bradley wouldn’t be one of them and you couldn’t help but send up a prayer of thanks. The minute he’d opened his eyes, you’d been transfixed by the deep amber of them. A deep brown like the whiskey that was saved for special occasions and sparkled like a polished gun barrel or belt buckle. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen handsome men. Quite the opposite. You saw all kinds of men at their worst. Lots of them lookers, but you hadn’t felt a connection to one until him.

His gaze made it hard to focus as you fumbled with his boot lace, finally undoing it after what felt like hours. The smell still made you recoil a little, even after nearly a year in the nursing corps. Regardless, you still had to do your job. So you worked quickly, removing both boots and socks and compared both sides to assess where the break was.

A soft touch to his foot had him chuckle and you glanced up at him curiously. “Sorry, just ticklish, is all,” Bradley said sheepishly, hand coming up to rub at his mustache.

You gave him a smile before returning to work, splinting his ankle and cleaning the blood, sweat, and mud from his skin. “Better now?” You asked him, tucking a blanket over his body and helping him into a clean-ish shirt.

His eyes met yours and despite being in pain, Bradley shot you a small smile. “Better now that I can see my guardian angel.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard that one, sailor? More times than you’ve used that line on anyone in stockings.”

Bradley just grinned at your retreating form and let his eyes slip shut. The pain in his body was getting to be too much, but as he dozed off, he found himself listening to your voice as you reprimanded a soldier barely older than yourself for getting out of bed. You intrigued him, that’s all.

He said I was his yellow rose

And we got married wearing borrowed clothes

Weeks had passed since that first interaction and both you and Bradley had been writing to one another as often as you could spare. While in the hospital, you learned that he and his friends had been separated from their landing crew as they made their way inland from the coast. He’d been on Omaha Beach during what had become known as the “D-Day” landing in Normandy.

Not that he’d been allowed to tell you that, but he had anyways, trusting you implicitly. He’d had to leave after nearly a month under your care, but made a promise to come back.

You hoped he would, but neither of you knew what would take place.

The fighting had drawn closer to your hospital as the Allies fought for Belgium, liberating it in 14 days and wrestling it from German hands. There had been some celebration amongst your ranks, but your heart ached for Bradley, praying every night that he came back to you.

For now though, you had to settle for letters. Bradley’s smooth voice seemed to read every letter aloud to you, each word wrapped in that gentle, flirtatious tone he had used every day you had looked after him.

Doll. My darling Rosie, the most recent letter began. They usually started out with some endearment, God knows he had used enough of them as he tried to win you over despite your colleagues warning him that you wouldn’t fall.

You remember Lew? Well he told me that writing to you was a waste because I wouldn’t get any letters back, but I know you. You wrote me back like you always do. Means I’m going to have a nice big stack of letters waiting for me the minute the post catches up with us.

We’re still marching. It’s been hell on my ankle, but you patched me up nice and neat so I’m not too worried. At least the view is nice. I think you would like it where we camped tonight, crickets are chirping now as I write this and it’s peaceful. Kinda like those nights you spent sitting with me when we’d talk about everything and I would always get worried that you would get sick of me jawing and talking your ear off, but you never did. Spoiled me for a good listener. The boys here don’t talk much. Battle fatigue is crawling all over them and it is always quiet around these times cause no one says a word.

It’s awful lonely though, sweetheart. I miss your laugh, especially how you would have to cover it when it was the middle of the night. Closest thing to home I had in a while. I hope you can hear my voice in this letter because I know I hear yours every time. And I mean every word, Doll, I hope you know that.

When I come back, I want to take you somewhere nice. Get you all dressed up in something pretty but you would still be the most beautiful dame I ever saw if you came out in your uniform that I know you are wearing now. Maybe I’ll take you dancing like you talked about, holding you close for song after song and if I’m lucky we would be going steady after that. That kiss on the cheek you gave me before I left is just haunting me because I had a taste of the future, if you feel the same of course.

Call me a flirt, doll, but I’m just sweet on you. I’m doing everything in my power not to go AWOL and come all the way back to find you, but I hope this letter finds you well instead.

Thinking about you, my English rose.

Yours always,

Bradley.

Wiping a tear from your cheek, you carefully folded the letter back up and placed it with the others. They were all like that, yearning to be back here instead of wherever he was, thoughts of the future and he always, always, signed it off with “Thinking of you,” or lately “Yours always.” Every letter gave you hope and while you knew some of yours had likely been delayed, you always jumped up like you’d sat on a tack whenever the post arrived.

Dot had started teasing you the second that Bradley left, but one reminder of Lewis and she too was blushing. The two of you sat in your quiet fear, praying that neither one of you would get a letter from one of their unit mates saying that one or both was gone.

Your next letter went out the same day.

Hopefully, it would all be alright. So for now, you let yourself dream of dancing in Bradley’s arms, Glen Miller playing softly in the background as he held you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Hundreds of miles away, huddled under a thin blanket, Bradley pulled a creased letter from his pocket, finally having the chance to read it. As the letter slid out of the envelope, a sweet smell burst free and filled his nostrils. He recognized your perfume, the scent having filled him with joy every moment he spent by your side as he recovered.

Shifting a little and adjusting the blanket, he opened it up, catching a second page that tried to escape in the sudden breeze. Bradley moved his lantern over and began reading your tight script that had his heart skipping a beat each time he saw it fill a page.

Bradley,

I received another letter from you today and I thought I had best get writing so I don’t miss the post truck. I do remember Lewis. Hopefully he remembers Dot because she is patiently waiting for a response to her letter. I don’t think it matters, the sentiment is still the same and I would rather see you at the end of this harrowing ordeal than have you replay thoughts on paper.

I had been meaning to ask about your ankle. If it ever gives way, splint it like I showed you. I don’t want you to break it again, even if that would mean you have to come back to me. But for the moment, I am glad for your letters. They make me feel closer to you. Describe the view for me, please. I see nothing but muddy fields, canvas walls, and wounded men. Is it raining a lot on your march? I know your boots were ruined when you were brought here. Did you ever find new ones? He had, but the source of them sent his stomach twisting in knots. Pulling boots off a man killed in battle felt savage, like they didn’t matter as a person.

I miss our talks as well. I learned so much about you so quickly and I feel like I know everything about you. I miss the snort you make when you laugh, especially when I told you that the other nurses called me Rosie because I was the only English nurse here. I was worried you would stop breathing some nights the way you clutched your chest as you laughed like you had never heard anything so funny. But I would give anything to see your smile, the one where it reaches your eyes and it seems you swell up with joy. I know there isn’t much time for smiles now but if I could just give you one of mine, I would.

Send my love to the boys with you. War is hard enough without having to deal with loneliness at the same time and you all are in my thoughts and prayers. I miss you terribly and find myself daydreaming of you every spare moment I have, which is not often anymore, but I drift off to sleep with your past letters in my hands and your words in my mind.

Your confessions for after this war sound like heaven. I hadn’t let myself dream too long about what will become of us. We have both heard the stories of wartime romances often enough to know how precarious they can be, but if you have hope, dearest, then so do I. I’ll wear my best dress and you in your uniform, we will be the best dressed pair at the dance hall. Nothing sounds better than dancing close with you. I don’t care how presumptuous it is, the way my heart yearns for your nearness, I can give my answer to your most secret hopes without hesitation.

If you asked, dearest, I would be yours in a heartbeat. So long as you are mine as well. Bradley breathed out a laugh, trying not to wake his comrades. He had been kicking himself ever since he had sent that letter, hoping you felt the same and by the grace of God, you did. I may be English but we aren’t always prim and proper when angered. I could and would write a million pages with barely any thought, but the truck is waiting for me, so I must end this letter here. I hope my words keep you warm in this autumn weather and please, if you can, come back to me.

Stay safe, dearest.

Your Rose

The letter crinkled in his grip as Bradley bit back a wide grin. You were okay. You wanted to go steady. You cared for him. Fuck the war, he though. His doll was waiting for him back in Belgium and not for the first time, he hoped that the war would end for purely selfish reasons. You were waiting and his mama had raised a good boy who never left a woman waiting, he wasn’t going to start now.

The radio in the small hospital crackled as the BBC broadcast announced Germany’s surrender as Russian troops poured into Berlin. Cheers went up amongst the nurses and the men they were caring for, but you knew that the casualties were high on both sides. The United States still fought with Japan in the Pacific, chasing them back towards their island, and you knew that the fighting would go on for a long time.

The only thing? You hadn’t heard from Bradley in months, not since March of this year; 1945. It was now May.

The worry in you grew every day, trying and failing to hide it from Dot and the others around you. It hadn’t affected your work, but it affected nearly everything else. You were hardly sleeping, rereading his letters so often you had them memorized. “Thinking of you” was written in his neat handwriting against the back of your eyelids, and everytime you blinked, you thought of him.

A few days went by since that monumental announcement of the war’s end and some fighting was still happening but Germany’s surrender had a lot of Nazi sympathizers fleeing like rats. But world leaders were acting quickly and you knew that while it would be some time before you would return home to England, it would also not be enough time for Bradley to come back to you here in Les Annais.

So, like always, you went to work. The soldiers around you were still flirtatious, some even outright admitting that they were sweet on you, but you politely told them that you were waiting for your man to come back to you, and that while you were flattered, you just couldn’t.

Sweet smile after sweet smile. Bed bath after bed bath. Infected wound after infected wound. And still, no Bradley.

Then you heard your name shouted from outside. You had been packing your things, having received your letter to head back home, when Dot yelled so loudly you thought a hoard of Nazis were marching toward you. Racing outside dressed in your one non-uniform dress, you saw a Jeep full of men pull up. They too were yelling, and when you ran up, you saw a familiar face not half a meter away.

He was covered in dirt and grime, his hair longer than you had seen and his cheeks were covered in stubble like he hadn’t shaved in a few days, but it was still your Bradley in every way that mattered. “Bradley…” you breathed, coming to a stand-still with your hands over your mouth. You stood stock still, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you took him in disbelief. “You’re safe…”

“Hey doll,” the rasp in his tone gave you shivers as you met his eyes. They were still the same color as the whiskey you all had drank the night the war was declared over, the same sparkle twinkling like the stars as he took you in. “Look at you. You look beautiful.” Bradley clambered over Simon, nearly elbowing him in the face in his haste to get out of the Jeep. “Prettiest picture I ever saw.

You blushed, ducking your head a little at his compliment. Bradley’s heart soared as he took you in, marveling at how his imagination had been unable to capture the picture perfect moment of you in that dress. You had lived in his thoughts for months, each letter sending pangs of loneliness through him as each moment without you passed. Now, standing in front of you, your hair curled and dressed like a million bucks, Bradley felt his love for you grow infinitely larger.

“You…” you began, looking up at him, your eyes wide in shock. “You came back, sailor.”

“‘Course I did. What kinda man would I be if I left my best girl waiting.”

Dot and the others were still watching intently, keen on seeing what happened when you both finally let your resolve snap. “Come on Rosie! Give your man a kiss!” Lewis hollered from where he stood with Dot in his arms. “He’s only been dreamin’ about this since forever!”

“Mulligan, I swear to God, shut your fucking yap for one minute,” Bradley yelled back, shifting his focus from you to his friend. “Sorry doll, Dot, shouldn’t have said those words with you around. Can you forgive me?”

Shooting Dot a wink, you caught his hand. “If you kiss me hard enough, sailor, I just might forget the whole thing.” You weren’t sure where the boldness came from, but it was worth it when Bradley’s face lit up.

“Is that right?” He said in a low voice. “Just one kiss?”

You shrugged as your gaze fell from his amber eyes to his lips and back again. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?”

That was all it took because next you knew, Bradley had picked you up in his arms and let his lips fall against yours, kissing you so soundly your breath left you in a rush. His hands around your waist held you so securely you didn’t fear falling. Your own hands cradled his face, subconsciously brushing away the tears that fell from his eyes.

He set you back on your feet, but his hands didn’t leave your hips. “So, did you forget about it yet?”

Smiling cheekily back at him, you replied “Forget what?” He chuckled and you let your palms slide down his neck to rest on his chest over his heart. “All that being said, dearest, I leave today. And I know you aren’t down yet.”

“We got separated from the Navy landing crew, doll. Kramer sent a telegram to the high ups and they are sending us on leave for a little while. Especially since we weren’t supposed to be in Berlin,” Bradley told you, a big hand running up and down your back. “So as long as I get to port at a reasonable time, I’m still doing my duty.”

“And when is that, Bradley?” Toying with his jacket, you found yourself chewing on your lip in thought.

“Hey.” His gentle tone had you looking up at his face that was filled with compassion. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’ve got it in writing and up here,” Bradley told you, tapping his temple. “My mama always said I had a mind like a steel trap.”

You leaned up onto your tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I’m still going to worry, Bradley. I don’t know how not to. But I trust you. If you say you have it, then you do.”

Bradley leaned down to kiss you again, this time the fierceness of the gesture had you gasping against his mouth. “God I love you.”

The world stood still as you looked up at him. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course, Rosie. Unless you have some other beau running around London that I don’t know about.” He paused, looking down at you. “Wait, you don’t have a beau waiting on you, do you?”

Looking shocked, you shook your head. “No. No, I don’t. My sister was the looker of the two of us.”

By now, Lewis and Dot had run off somewhere and the other men traveling with Bradley had scattered throughout the camp offering help to the pretty young nurses still there.

The two of you were alone.

“Come on,” you said, tugging him towards your tent. “I have something to show you.”

“You could lead me off a cliff, Rosie and I’d follow you happily,” Bradley chirped, relishing in the pretty blush that dusted itself across your face. His body hurt from sleeping sitting up, he hadn’t had a shower and probably smelled terrible, yet even just being near him flustered you to no end.

And he loved it. Maybe not as much as he loved you, but how could he deny you? Your grip on his hand tightened as you pulled him to you, your other hand coming to rest on his jaw. “I didn’t want to do this in public, but I’ve been daydreaming about you kissing me like I’m all you have ever wanted, Bradley.”

The words raced through him, excitement building as he let you guide his face to yours. The first gentle touch of your lips to his had him smiling broadly, and he knew that you were smiling just as hard by the way you pulled back just a little. The next attempt went similarly; the two of you too giddy in the other’s nearness to kiss the other properly.

But he made it work, catching your chin and kissing you soundly. The gasp that fell past your lips gave him an opening and he took it, slipping his tongue past your lips.

Bradley had anticipated some kind of resistance, the feeling probably new to you, but he found none as he continued to kiss you like you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. If anything, you brought in your own fierceness to the gesture, your tongue tangling with his.

When you finally pulled back, cursing your need to breathe real air and not just Bradley’s closeness, you found that his eyes were still screwed shut. “Pinch me,” he breathed out. “This has to be a dream.”

“This is real, dearest,” you replied with a giggle. “Would I lie to you?”

“You promise?” The tone of his voice seemed so young to your ears, reminding you that for all your 25 years, and his 27, he was still too young to have seen everything he likely had seen.

“Of course.”

His eyes fluttered open, shining brightly with unshed tears. “Thank God. I don’t know what I would do if I had imagined you.”

“I’d say that you have a very vivid imagination then, dearest,” you replied softly, turning his face back to yours. When he’d looked away, you didn’t know, but you loved the sight of those warm eyes looking down on you and you would do anything to keep them in your life. “Besides, where would I go then? If I weren’t real, as you say.” Your fingers ran along the back of his neck, gently playing with the short curls. That was something else you hadn’t noticed until now; the natural curls that had emerged once his hair had a little length.

“Marry me.”

You froze, shock filling you from head to toe. “I beg your pardon?”

“Marry me, Rosie. I don’t have a ring, hell, I don’t even know if I’m going to have a home when I get back stateside.” The words poured out in a rush, but the emotion in his tone was palpable. This wasn’t just a wartime distraction to him. “All I know is that if I don’t tie you to me, if I don’t make every effort to keep you near, I’ll regret it forever doll.” Bradley’s eyes held nothing but sincerity, truth seeping from every pore as he held you, his big hands pressing you to him.

A deep sigh left your lips, the silence thundering in Bradley’s ears as he waited. You glanced up at him, your eyes misty with tears. “If I say yes,” you began, swallowing thickly. “If I say yes Bradley, you don’t get to leave because this is hard. I would be your wife, and you my husband. We do this together or not at all.” Tears had begun falling and you didn’t know if this was an accumulation of emotion from finally having him close or if it was fear. Fear of being wed and left in a heartbeat.

“Rosie, I would find the Chaplain now if it meant that I could spend the rest of my life with you. I would march to the Pacific now to end this war if it meant I could marry you faster. I fought for us just as much as I fought for my country and my mama would come down from Heaven like a shot if I even so much as thought about leaving you behind.” Bradley had ducked his head down, holding your teary eyes with his own. In the growing darkness, you could barely make out the ring of his honey-coloured iris, but you knew that he meant what he said.

How could he not?

“So, doll. What do ya say, hmm? Feel like being Mrs. Rosie Bradshaw?” The usual humor in his tone returned when he saw the meaning behind his words sink in. You understood him and trusted him deeply, after all he’d come back, hadn’t he? In what world would he do all of this and not mean it, not swear by it? Bradley had taken a step to close the distance between you both for the rest of time, pulled his heart out of his chest and held it out to you.

You met him halfway. “I’ve certainly been called worse, Mr. Bradshaw,” you teased gently, as you toyed with the collar of his jacket. “What makes you think I’ll come running when you call that name?”

“Because I’ll come running if you promise to call me that everyday, Rosie doll.” A giggle broke loose from your chest and the matching smile seemed to split your face in two as you watched Bradley’s face light up once he heard your reaction to yet another sweet name he could drop. “You never did answer my question, doll. Are you gonna leave me standing out in the cold like some sort o’ schmuck or are you gonna let me in to get all the good lovin’ my weary bones need?”

You slapped his chest, cheeks burning under his attention. “My mother raised me to never let a man starve nor grow cold, therefore I believe I ought to marry you, dearest. How else am I to go on living when I have a very handsome sailor practically begging for my hand?” You were still smiling broadly and as you watched your words get processed.

“Yeah?”

“Of course.”

Bradley let out a whoop of joy, grabbing you suddenly before picking you up and twirling you around the yard. “Well dammit all! Rosie said yes!”

Cheers broke out from around the hospital. Nurses and the G.I.s were clapping and whistling in celebration that only got louder when you brought your hands to his face and kissed him so hard you could feel your lips bruise from trying to pour every ounce of feeling into it. “God, I love you,” you mumbled against his lips.

Setting you back on your feet, Bradley dipped you over a strong arm, bringing you into another sweet kiss that had you wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself as close as you could to his chest. “So,” Bradley mumbled. “When I find my mama’s ring, it’s yours. She would have loved you, Rosie. My pop too.”

You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. “I’m certain that they’re very proud of you, Bradley.” The softness of your tone combined with the sincerity filling every word was a shot straight to his heart. Tears sprouted in his eyes and Bradley brought you back up, hugging you tightly.

“I really lucked out, didn’t I? Meeting the most perfect girl this side of the Atlantic.”

A week later, you married Bradley William Edward Bradshaw in a simple ceremony at a small chapel outside London. His mother’s simple diamond and gold ring had slipped into your finger on the voyage across the English Channel while you had been staring out at the ocean around you.

You had scarcely noticed it at first, but when your eyes fell upon it for the first time, you swore that your heart had nearly fallen into your shoes at the sight. Bradley had laughed at your reaction, pulling you close and wrapping you in his arms for the remainder of the journey, all the while watching you trail your eyes over your hand time and time again.

It was all he could do not to press a kiss to your left hand every time he saw the ring catch the light, which was often, especially by lantern and lamp light.

Needless to say, the pair of you were very happy, and while Bradley had been tapped for deployment into the Pacific theater, his ship had only just made port somewhere in Spain before the US detonation of their super weapons in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The Japanese emperor had surrendered almost at once and from your position in London, you couldn’t blame them. You had always hated the unnecessary violence, the casualties just because and this was no different. The innocent civilians hadn’t needed to die in such a way as they had, though you couldn’t see a way of changing the course of the war.

But Bradley was safe and on his way home to you. In the end, you couldn’t help those affected by the tragedy any more than you had during the war in Europe. You would be trying to wrap a wound made by a cannonball with a tiny sliver of fabric, so you set about waiting for him to come back to you.

Now though, you needn’t worry as much. You were Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw and he had made many a promise yet never broken a single one. So the mere sight of his form on the dock eased it all.

Today started the rest of your life.

We got eight children now growing old

Five sons and three daughters

She and I went on the run

Don't care about religion

I'm gonna marry the woman I love

Down by the Wexford border

She was Nancy Mulligan

And I was William Sheeran

She took my name and then we were one

Down by the Wexford border

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A/N: So, I hope your heart has a big ass cavity in it and that you enjoyed the cotton candy level of fluff that I just threw at you! Big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 for being the best beta reader ever and @sarahsmi13s, I’m sorry for making you sob when I was sharing snippets

Read Roo and Rosie’s Christmas fic here!

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FEM! TRAFALGAR LAW HEADCANONS BECAUSE I LOVE WOMEN

a/n : sometimes i just wish law was actually written as a girl cuz DAMN

first off, CLOTHES SHE'D WEAR!!

i'm getting major streetwear/chola style vibes from fem! law

like i mean ripped up baggy jeans, croptops, hoodies, oversized t-shirts, sports bras, long clickity clackity nails (if she really wanted to but very occasionally), and of course (his? her?) their hat

she got her earrings done when she was too little to remember so it's just annoying to have to redo them every so often

i have no clue who'd do her tattoos since she most definitely wouldn't trust some sketchy guy to do them

maybe herself but i don't think that's it either

and whenever you ask her, she makes up a different story (like that one blond guy in "ratatouille" who has a criminal record)

"woke up with it" "they're stick n pokes" "this guy i knew who would only wear bucket hats" and of course "nunya"

she is half german and half mexican (may or may not be self projection with the mexican part)

i get HUGE ymir from aot vibes with fem! law

she appears rude, hardheaded, and pessimistic, but she really does care about others and does have some hope in her (wishing her crew likes her horrendous hawaiian shirts)

her music taste is rock, rap, indie dream pop (tv girl), and then sad spanish songs that slap way too hard (i'm thinking "no me queda mas" by selena, a bunch of vicente fernandez songs my mom loves to play at full volume, and "amor eterno" by rocio durcal)

def not straight i mean just look at fem! law fanart on tumblr bro like honey... and man, am i glad she isn't straight cuz GODDAMN

if you go out with her, you need to order for her pls she can't do it on her own

but she will take the bill, no excuses

i think the type of person she needs as a partner would have to be okay with silence, they have to be outgoing and fun but mature with intense situations, and yeah

plays the bass guitar and has been for years

also plays the drums but her main instrument is bass

really wants to be in a band but not really since she hates the idea of having to be nice all the time for the public

at a mall, she either hangs out at hot topic, barnes and nobles, or justice the whole time

got a bunch of piercings all over her but that's a secret lol nobody knows...

UNTIL I TELL YOU: bellybutton, industrial, conch, ear lobe, tragus, bridge, middle tongue, hip, nipple, and then a bunch of genital piercings i will not be discussing any further XD

her most used apps are photos, notes, tumblr, pinterest, depop, and....... ao3

OKAY OKAY as hard as it might be to believe this, this is NOT self projection it is TRUTH

she doesn't religiously read fics or anything, just occasional oneshots about her nerdy crap when she's bored or something

my girl out here reading her "sora, warrior of the sea" 10k+ fics 💀

if you take her home to meet the family, at first they'll be thrown off by her intimidating looks, but soon enough they'll realize what a little loser she is! the cutie patootie she is <3

LOVE LOVE LOVES cringy 70s/80s/90s movies (think "grease", "the princess bride", "pretty in pink", "10 things i hate about you", etc.)

she doesn't know why. she hates the dumb stereotypes and all that stuff, but she just can't help it! she's so real for it too

idk why but i feel like she'd LOVE spiderman???? like as an obsession?

she is pretty normal about the live action movies, it's just SPIDERVERSE THAT MAKES HER GO CRAZY

she also wants to be good at art but never has motivation to do it

she def has an upside down smile (that what it's called? i think of it more as a "oh that's cringy look and stare y'all" smile)

is she scrawny? muscular? i can't decide honestly. like yeah guy law has some brawn, but he is still a pretty lanky guy, so that's why i see fem! law as a lanky chick. but i love muscular women... goddamn she is just lanky. she obviously has some meat on her bones, but not much.

that being said, i don't think she's very curvaceous either (let's pretend oda didn't draw her the way he did). she is no doubt an a cup, and while her butt is fairly larger, she's still pretty flat.

she also only ever wears sports bras since she thinks regular bras are uncomfy and a hassle.

for a va to replace masc! law's, i would say for japanese romi park. for english, i'd say either trina nushimura or elizabeth maxwell.

for one piece live action, i would want like zendaya as fem! law 😭 aye anything for queen zendaya

only bepo knows this, but she wears socks and sandals on sundays no fail.

has a tattoo somewhere of bepo's name inside a heart with an arrow through it (think those tattoos that tough guys get, with instead of bepo, "mom" is what's written)

fem! law still wears ugly ass hawaiian shirts, don't get it mixed up ✊

that's all for now :)

likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

have a good day!!

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[superman--yoosung]

hi your matchups say they're still open, i hope this it okkk!! i'm 🐇

• i have no preference towards gender but i don't like super masculine characters

• i don't really use pronouns but she/her, ver/vers, it/its are ok. fem presenting but with androgynous swag. beautiful in a girlprince way

• adult character from genshin! only recently turned 18 though haha. no tighnari or childe pls!

• i loove fashion (designing it, studying it, wearing it), idols, rabbits and deer, sewing outfits + plush dolls and creaching around at night. i haate loud, messy people and lots of textures (i'm autistic). i hate the sunlight! terrified of dogs IRL but i'd be a collie or black german shepherd.

• i'm mostly quiet (INTP), i have no control over my tone/filter so i get people saying they thought i hate them/i look angry a lot. air-headed, very low attention-span and "bimbo" tier. clumsy most of time/i dont look at what im doing. i love acting valley girl or like a malnourished bimbo (idk). i'm like a dog with the personality of a cat. beliefs.. don't be a freak idk .. don't kill ppl and i will be judgmental if i don't like your vibes.

• i think i'd have electro vision just because i get it a lot on quizzes. i also connect to it the most aesthetically. id love a sword and id have a vv elegant/pretty fighting style ..

• personal flaw erm there's zero connection between my brain and mouth so i can't really communicate much of my real feelings (esp affection). i also struggle to connect with ppl!! i'm mostly disconnected 90% of the time so it's very hard to truly love (romantically or platonically) someone for me!

• i'm 162cm... vampire to the extreme i'm 100% a vampire if im in genshin.. very strict on skincare and how i look (sensitivity issues). OR half-deer.. or half-rabbit.. My personal aesthetic is ouji/lolita, victorian/gothic themes of Black Butler and The girl from the other side.. Dark fantasy/dark academia.. LOL

i'm TERRIBLE at giving affection and words of affirmation. i love words of affirmation though and i realllly jus want someone equally as love with me/if not more

Hello 🐇, nice to meet you!! Your matchup was challenging because I kept doubting my choices, thinking, "Wouldn't this or that character's design be a texture/sensory nightmare, though??" which is a really silly thing for me to get caught up in, of all the many factors involved. (But in my defense, all the characters have SO MUCH going on in their outfits haha!!)

Your matchup is.............................

KAZUHA !!

Meeting under the cloak of darkness once or twice could merely be considered coincidence... By the fifth time, however, Kazuha was certain: it was fate that continued to bring the two of you together.

To those unfamiliar with the elusive duo, a relationship such as yours might seem threadbare - after all, since you only made your appearance when the moon was at its highest, and Kazuha drifted from place to place like a leaf in the wind, it seemed unlikely that you would ever cross paths in important ways. But you both knew differently. Naturally, even the smallest of actions, a singular drop in a pool of water, becomes a ripple whose rings inevitably grow in meaningful ways.

This is how Kazuha views your relationship: subtle, and all the more beautiful for it.

Fun details:

It will not take too many meetings for Kazuha to find you endearing. He's observant, so the nuances of your interactions will linger in his mind long after you've left. He'll enjoy learning about you and your mannerisms! He will always be respectful of your boundaries, too - and with his sharp mind, he can often tell if you're bothered without you having to verbalize it. (He'll ask, anyways, though, just to be sure.)

Kazuha admires your abilities and passion in subjects you enjoy. Many of the evenings you spend beneath the moonlight or on cloudy days are filled with discussions that jump from topic to topic, sharing your interests with one another. Kazuha is an eager listener, so feel free to share your passions to your heart's content! He will remember most every word. But when you're feeling quiet or have nothing to share, he can fill the silence with his charming words - though quiet companionship is also enough, too.

Of course, he knows how clumsy you can be, but as long as he's around, the wind will keep you steady on your feet. If you're comfortable with physical touch, he'll reach out to balance you, or let you hold onto him. If not, he'll do his best to verbally warn you of any uneven terrain or obstacles in your path you haven't noticed.

You two are THE definition of elegance in battle. Kazuha can swirl your electro abilities, making potent reactions. And as sword users, you can both keep your skills sharp by practicing together!

If you ever give Kazuha one of your creations, it will almost instantly become one of his most treasured posessions. He will do his best to keep it safe from harm on his journeys - though the wear and tear clothing might get from constant use is, in a way, a sign of how much he loves it. (Please forgive him if the clothes or plushies do see some light damage, though; the mercenary life is not always kind.)

Once you've become closer, Kazuha will bring you gifts from his travels. They're mostly small things that remind him of you: a carving of a rabbit, some medicine for your most recent clumsy tumble's resulting scratches, a paper umbrella from Liyue to help block out the sun. Whatever he sees that he thinks would interest you or that you might find use for in your day-to-day life, he'll get. If you dislike any of them, he takes no offense to that, either - he'll quietly store the details of what you disliked about it in his mind for reference the next time he gets you something.

You want words of affirmation? Oh, boy, does he provide! It's actually rarer for him to not slip a compliment or reassurance into your conversations. He'll take any chance he can to remind you of how much he treasures your company, and should you decide to pursue a romantic relationship with him, how much he delights in giving you affection (and being the recipient of yours, in whatever ways you deign to give it.)

He will write the most stunning of poems with you in mind, string dozens of haikus together with your name as inspiration. And, in the quiet company of only you and the moon, he'll whisper words of devotion, of loyalty and hope.

Kazuha, if asked to point to the one thing he loves most about you, will laugh at the inquiry, shaking his head. How can one point to a cloud in the sky and call it superior to the others around it? Kazuha thinks all of the things that make you unique are inseparably what he loves you for. To ask him to pick one is to ask the impossible of him. Still, if it was you who pressed him for an answer, he might relent, and tell you this: your very presence, right here beside him under the nighttime tapestry of midnight blue and flickering stars, gives him a sense of belonging, makes him think that - yes - there are things far greater than a life of wandering... and they can all be found within the depths of your eyes.

~~I feel like many writers default to Albedo when someone mentions difficulty expressing emotions, and while I do love him for you too (for other reasons), I thought Kazuha would be better with words of affirmation and understanding what you may leave unspoken. I almost went with Rosaria or Yelan, also, as you both could be creatures of the night together (lol), but I hope this matchup is satisfactory!

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[sucuretcannelle]

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

Hii I'm Rye! People sometimes know me as "Cinna", in case there's any confusion with that. You can also call me "Lizzy" if you'd like, but I do prefer the first one.

I go by She/he/they pronouns and I'm pangender, usually fem presenting. AFAB.

I speak English, French, a bit of Spanish, and I'm planning to learn German and Greek

I'm black! 🇨🇲🇺🇲

I am a witch! Polytheist, mainly working with angels and demons

I will not disclose my age for obvious reasons

I'm 5'9

I'm from the state of Old Bay and crabs!

I have chronic pain

I write sometimes, usually on and off, but I used to write a shit ton in 2020. I draw sometimes too!

I loooove my ocs. They live rent free in my head. I'm thinking of them as you read this. This blog is an RP blog before anything else, so there's a bunch of "Fandom Grounds" / Metanoia content on here!

You can ask to be my mutual there's a 90% chance I'll say yes, I love people guys

My discord: Sucuretcannelle

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#5

Summary: You got yourself a puppy, however when you lose the little bastard, you meet a very handsome dog owner

Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: None

A/N: did this idea pop in my mind after I played Best Friend Forever on the nintendo switch? Maybe...

It was safe to say, you knew nothing about puppies. You thought they were cute—which they are—and they need to go on walks and poop an awful lot. However, there is one thing you did not realize and that is how freaking fast they are. 

When you picked up the little Bernese Mountain pup at the pound, he seemed a little comatose, however with the lightning speed this bastard took off, he appeared to have an overdose of energy after all.

You thought he was simply depressed at the pound.

And here you are, in the park, looking around you, hoping to see a little light brown ball of fluff. You defeatedly sigh, tears burning in your eyes. You just lost your fucking dog, it’s unbelievable and pretty damn pathetic. A sniffle escapes passed your lips. Great, you were officially the worst dog owner on the entire planet. Who the fuck loses their dog? Their pup? You literally had him for around two weeks. 

‘Bob!’ you yell. ‘Bob, buddy! I’ve got snacks. C’mere boy.’

But it doesn’t help. The little bastard doesn’t appear.

Defeatedly, you plop on a park bench, tears dripping over your hot cheeks. You don’t know how long you cry on that bench. 

And then you hear a bark and you look up, only to spot your puppy almost tripping over his own paws, next to a German Shepherd. You jump up. ‘Bob!’ you scream, as you rush over to him, wrapping your arms around the excited canine whose disappearance almost meant your death. ‘Don’t you dare leave me again.’

You turn to the German Shepherd and smile at the animal, who pushes her nose against your cheek. 

‘Thank you for bringing back my dog,’ you say, patting her head, after you put your own dog back on his leash. ‘Where’s your human?’

’Ah,’ I hear from a distance, ‘Aika, you brought the little man back?’

The German Shepherd—who apparently is named Aika— rushes back to her owner and barks as a response. When the handsome man stands closer to you, you nearly gawk at him. He’s gorgeous, with the thick beard and the buzzcut, as he is wearing cargo shorts and a simply dark green shirt.

‘Thank you,’ you say.

‘Quite unbelievable you lost a pup.’

Okay, that hurt a lot more than you initially thought it would. ‘Please, throw some more salt in the wounds,’ you mutter. ‘I feel bad enough already.’ You don’t want to cry, but you can’t stop your umpteenth sniffle of the afternoon.

‘Oh no, I was just being sarcastic,’ the man quickly says. ‘Please, miss, don’t cry.’

‘I thought I’d lost him forever,’ you admit, wiping away your tears. ‘Thank you so much for catching him.’

‘No problem.’ His accent is thick, southern and it does things to your heart, especially when you see his light colored eyes, that despite their icy color, still appear warm. ‘What’s his name?’

‘Bob,’ you sniffle. 

‘Is this your first puppy?’

You nod. ‘Yeah, it is. I try my best, but it’s obviously not paying off.’

The man chuckles. ‘Well, you must start to discipline him,’ he says. ‘Otherwise he’ll be the one in charge, sooner rather than later. This is gonna be a large dog in the future, you must be able to handle him.’

‘I know,’ you whisper, scratching Bob behind his ears. ‘It’s just… There are no puppy schools around and I am a total noob.’

He nods. ‘Want me to help you out?’

‘Really?’

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#4

Captain Syverson x fem!reader 

Summary: You and Syverson already have five rowdy boys, but Sy really wants another one..

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: Some sex, slight breeding and pregnancy kink.

Sy had been thinking about adding one more kid to the Syverson bunch. He was the proud father of five rowdy boys, and said boys were a perfect mix however of the two of you.

As you were preparing dinner, Sy helped you out and the two of you looked through the window, so you could keep an eye on the five boys. 

‘Babe,’ he said, ‘can I ask you a question?’

‘Always,’ you said.

‘What would you say if we had another kid?’

It stayed silent from your side. He tried to read you, but he couldn’t get a definite answer. Were you opposed to the idea? Were you on board? 

He got nada.

‘Why?’ you asked him.

‘One more kid would make our family complete, don’t you think?’

‘A family of six kids?’ You let out a laugh. ‘That’s truly what you want?’

‘I’d love it, babe. You are so great with the boys and we always discussed we wanted a large family.’

You walked up to him, grabbing his face and gave him a kiss on his lips. ‘Well, if you can figure out a way to get the kids out of the house—in a responsible matter, mister Syverson—we’ll see what’s possible.’

˚ · • . ° .

He got the kids out of the house—responsibly—and after he took them to his momma’s place, he was quick to go back to your residence. It was a beautiful house, a place he had build when you were engaged. Back then, you were still stuck in a little apartment, but he and his builder friends put in a lot of effort to build your dream house.

And that dream house had a lot of bedrooms.

The two of you always wanted a big family. Just like you, Sy came from a family of one. Being only child had made the desire for a house filled with kids a lot bigger for you.

First you had your oldest Alexander, who is now eight years old. Second came twin boys Channing and Brady, who were now six years old. Then came number four Logan, who is four years old. And lastly, there was number five: baby Noah, who just turned two. They were all the sweetest boys, protective of their mother, desperate to become like their father, with their own special personality traits. 

Witnessing you be their mother, made Sy fall in love with you even more. Every time you got pregnant, he saw the changes of your body, he took care of you and watched you be a loving and doting mother to the five boys. Mischievous, sure, but they listened well to you.

Better than they did to Sy from time to time.

He closed the door behind him and found you in the living room, a sweet smile painted on your lips. ‘What’s up?’ you asked.

‘You really want us make a baby on the couch or you’d like to be comfortable on the bed?’

‘We would see what was possible, Sy,’ you laughed. ‘Which isn’t necessarily making a baby.’

He groaned. 

You made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. ‘You want another baby?’

‘I’d love to.’

You chuckled. ‘Well, I’d love another one.’

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532 notities - Geplaatst 14 juli 2022

#3

Rich certified daddy in his late 40s early 50s!Henry Cavill x College student!fem reader

Summary: After the party was over on the yacht, Henry and you are about to have some more fun.

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: unprotected sex, orgasms,

A/N: Once again: the coverpage might be consisting of skinny white girls, but this is the aesthetic I was going for. no worries: the reader is neutral when it comes to physical appearance. Also, I caved and wrote a part 2 (and a part 3 lol). Just a side note: going on a yacht with someone you barely know, at night as he sails it further off shore, isn't a very smart thing to do and I do not recommend doing it in real life. But for fictional sake: enjoy hehe

The lavish boat party had officially ended, however it only meant it was about to start for the two of you. Your friends had given you a thumbs up after they got on their jetski’s again, soaring off back to where they came from. The rest of the rich assemble left as well and Henry sailed the yacht to a secluded space. 

You stuck to him like velcro, unable to pull yourself away from the man. He was attractive, his aura was pleasant and in no way were you able to be further apart from him. He didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary even. You got to be at the helm, as he stood behind you, pressing kisses on top of your head, his hands wrapped around yours.

The sunset was amazing, the sky turned in a beautiful orange and pink color. You sat on the couch that covered the entire foredeck, as you stared over the slightly glimmering waters caused by the sun. Henry came down next to you, pushing some of your hairs from your face. ‘Do you like it?’ he asked you.

‘I love it,’ you admitted. ‘I wish I could stay here forever.’

‘Why can’t you?’

You rolled your eyes as you laughed. ‘Not everybody is filthy rich, Henry. I have school. It took me years before I finally had enough money to go here.’

Henry nodded. ‘Well, I can take you places,’ he said.

‘You barely know me,’ you whispered in a low tone.

‘I can get to know you,’ he said, pushing himself up. ‘Do you want us to get to know one another?’

Did the man who presumably looked like a millionaire want to get to know you? You nodded. ‘I would like that.’

It started off sweet. He pressed a short kiss on your lips, but you didn’t want to let go. Your hand was quickly placed on the back of his neck, pulling him closer for more. A deeper kiss. More intense. 

He parted his lips and your tongue evaded his mouth, all while he grabbed your leg, pulling you on his lap. You straddled his thick thighs, your fingers fumbling with the last few buttons of his shirt. You pushed the shirt over his shoulders, before he threw it on the floor. 

Your kisses became hungrier and you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against his groin, earning you some grunts from his side. 

’Take off your clothes,’ he said. ‘Now.’

You stepped off his lap and though it felt kinda strange to shred yourself from your clothes as you were out in the open, you still took the risk. The waters were quiet, not a soul in sight, so you felt like you could do it. You dropped your bikini and the short to the floor. He licked his lips in anticipation and told you to lay on the soft couch. As you sat down and scooted back, he quickly undressed himself.

You would probably never get enough of a naked Henry. 

Having sex outside is something you had never done. Something you thought you’d never do. However, nothing had been normal about this entire day.

With Henry naked in between your legs, it appeared his hands were everywhere on your body, just like his soft lips were pressing kisses on every inch of skin of yours. 

It didn’t appear he could get enough of you either, managing to push you over the edge time after time, using his mouth and his fingers, before he finally slid his hard cock in between your tight walls.

Your eyes slightly hooded, as you were drowning in with pleasure, all because of the magic that is Henry. 

He placed his hand gently over your mouth, a clear indication that—no matter how vacant it was—you were way too loud. 

 ‘Quiet now, baby,’ he whispered, ‘think they can almost hear you back at your hotel.’

You nodded, but you couldn’t stop your moans. Not anymore. He plunged his thick length deep inside of you and you were a whining mess, squirming underneath his frame.

He pulled his hand from your mouth, before kissing you roughly. You ran your fingers through his locks, when you were bucking up your hips to meet his thrusts. 

Your walls were tightly clenching around him, right before you came and squirted all over the large couch like mattress. 

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572 notities - Geplaatst 3 mei 2022

#2

Rich certified daddy in his late 40s early 50s!Henry Cavill x College student!fem reader

Summary: You were on your spring break and one day, you and your friends end up on a yacht and... the man who owns said yacht, is quite something.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: fingering, eating out, sex, loud sex, doggy style, squirting, orgasms

A/N: I know the girls in the pictures are white, but these pictures had the sets I had in mind and i didn't want to make them black and white because that didn't fit the aesthetic. Please know that the reader in the rest of this drabble is totally neutral, as I didn't describe hair color, skin color, etc.

This was already the best time of your life. You were in your senior year of college and finally, you had found the time—and money—to be part of a real spring break. It was filled with booze, with dancing and all while wearing different types of bikini’s, matching it with cute flip-flops, shorts and skirts.

And now, you were sitting—totally illegal and in the wrong attire—on a jet ski with your friends, all soaring over the waters. You screamed in excitement. This was so much fun. You were far of shore, however closing in on a yacht. You slowed down your jet ski and looked up. It appeared to be a party on there. Your friends and the jet ski’s were making quite the tumultuous noise, causing the guests to look over the railing, down at you. They seemed fancy and a few guys were talking to someone else, clearly eager to get your friends on board. 

They managed to succeed. Three guys helped the four of you with making sure the jet ski’s won’t drift away and after you left your dirty flip flops on the bottom of the stairs, you and your friends made your way to where the real party happened.

It wasn’t the booze fest you had been part of for the last few days. It was fancier in everything. The music, the drinks and the appetizers. You were almost afraid that what you wore screamed “tacky spring breaker”.

Your friends all gained the utmost attention of the three guys who had helped you all on the yacht. Their loafers were probably worth more than your monthly rent. 

To say you were feeling slightly out of place was a gross understatement. You grabbed something to drink and plopped on a very fancy lounge like couch. You took a sip, when you heard someone clearing their throat next to you.

There was someone sitting next to you? You had totally missed that, as you were drowning in self pity. ‘I’m sorry,’ you said, looking to your side only to make eye contact with the most handsome man you had ever seen. In between his brown hairs, were streaks of grey. His bright eyes looked intense. He wore a white blouse, however it was totally unbuttoned, revealing a hairy and broad chest. His shorts appeared way too expensive and unlike the other male party goers, he was bare foot. 

His face showed some signs of maturity and you thought he was in his forties, pushing the fifties, but it was still evident how gorgeous he was. 

You were at a loss of words. He had some whiskey in a glass and brought it to his lips. 

‘Was someone else sitting here?’ you asked.

He shook his head. ‘It’s all good, doll.’

You felt your face heating up at the sudden nickname. You took a sip of your drink and plucked your pink short, that matched your bikini. 

‘Spring break?’ he then asked.

You chuckled. ‘What gave it away? The atrocious outfit or the stench of beer and booze?’

He smirked and he looked so handsome doing so. ‘You look too colorful.’

You nodded. ‘Is this your yacht?’

‘Correct.’

‘So you’re like really rich.’

‘Something like that,’ he said. 

‘You’re kind of a cliché,’ you told him, which caused him to be interested. ‘Whiskey, a yacht, an unbuttoned blouse, handsome. The only thing that misses, is a cigar.’

‘I’ve got some downstairs,’ he chuckled. ‘I’m a walking cliché.’

‘How unoriginal.’

You discovered the handsome rich man was named Henry and he was a real looker. You hated how gorgeous he was, but what you loved about him, was that he was approachable. 

You started to sit closer and closer to him, up to a moment where you were seated on his lap, your legs draped to his left side, his large hand resting on your thigh, toying with the bottom of your short. He brought the glass to your lips, allowing you to take a sip of his whiskey, but it was so strong and not at all what you loved.

Especially not after those nearly sickening sweet drinks you had all those days. 

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729 notities - Geplaatst 22 april 2022

Mijn #1-bericht van 2022

Henry Cavill x fem!reader

Summary: During your job as a hotel maid, you walk in the hotel room, not ready for what you’re about the encounter: the hot actor Henry Cavill, who is masturbating

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: mentions of male masturbation and blowjobs and obviously male orgasms xx

You took this job, because you needed the money. There were only a few upsides to this job and fun wasn’t one of it. Time spend cleaning up, was mostly spend listening to music, as you did what you had to do: clean up.

With your AirPods plugged in your ears, you bring the card to the reader and the door unlocks for you. This was the final room for your shift and you wanted it to be over with real bad. 

You made your way inside, closing the door behind you, your hands full of cleaning supplies. Your cart had given up on you at the beginning of the shift and because there was no spare, this ought to do it for now. 

It was a quick clean up, no changing bed sheets so for that you forever grateful. You walk further into the room, before your eyes fall on something totally unexpected.

You let out a loud scream, when you realize and can finally comprehend what you had just seen: Henry Cavill—the actor Henry Cavill—naked on his bed, whilst masturbating. You stumble back, trip over the little trash bin, while he also lets out a scream, covering himself up, maintaining some of his modesty. 

He is huge, you think to yourself. They weren’t lying when they called his precious package the kraken. Oh gosh.

‘I’m so sorry, mister Cavill,’ you say, desperate to find your AirPod after it fell on the floor. ‘I thought I had to clean the room. There was so sign on it to tell me otherwise.’

He has yet to say something else, however you can’t get the Superman sized manhood you just saw out of your mind. Finally you find your earphone, before you try to collect your cleaning supplies that has scattered all over the floor. 

You had to look him in the eye eventually, right?

‘I apologize,’ he says, ‘for neglecting to put a sign on the door.’

You stand up and despite trying not to look, you couldn’t help but notice that bulge coming from underneath the blankets and as of right now, you have difficulties mainting a professional facade.

Besides: you are a wet and horny mess as we speak.

Moments go by where the two of you aren’t saying anything. The only thing you can hear, is his deep breaths and your own heartbeat. ‘I should go,’ you say, though you do not take a step. Your mind is wandering and you even find yourself thinking: This is how porn starts.

You’re not making it better for yourself. 

And then something changes in his eyes. Shame turns into lust. Humiliation turns into desire. 

Who is going to take the first step? 

‘You need help?’ 

Apparently you’re taking the first step. You cannot believe that question just left your lips. You honestly asked The Henry Cavill if he needs help? Maybe you’ve watched too much porn, to think a question like that can just leave your lips without people being freaked out.

Before however you can say something alone the lines of never mind, I’ll just go and never come back, he says: ‘Sure.’

Okay, now you need to act like you’ve got this all under control. You’re good at blowjobs. You can give him that once in a lifetime blowjob. A core memory. Raise the bar for every bed partner that is to follow you. You place your AirPods on the desk and make your way over to him, dropping on your knees on the side of the bed, while he is sitting on the edge, feet planted next to you on both sides. 

‘Just don’t tell anyone,’ he says.

You shake your head, eager to take him in your mouth. ‘It’s our little secret,’ you whisper, before wrapping your lips around his cock. He slides deeper in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. However, nothing fazes you. Much to his own surprise, you manage to take him all in, your nose hitting his pubes and he lets out the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard.

You squeeze your legs together, desperate for some friction. 

‘Good girl,’ Henry praises you and you physically were unable to stop the moan that escapes your lips. He hisses, taking a handful of your hair, slightly pulling you back, so forcing you to look at him. His eyes are slightly hooded, almost like he’s one step out of this world. 

You feel your jaw aching, however you do not give up. You are going to give this man the greatest blowjob he has ever had.

His breathing become more erratic, as you use your hand to pump the rest of his shaft. Judging from the most beautiful and hot sounds he makes—you’ll dream about it tonight probably—he is close. He bucks his hips up against you, as his seed fills your mouth. However, it catches you slightly off guard and the huge amount spills passed the corners of your mouth, mixed with your drool from your chin to your chest. You swallow what is left in your mouth and when you want to catch a breath, Henry leans over, planting his lips firmly on yours, not caring that his own semen is smeared on your lips as well. 

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743 notities - Geplaatst 26 april 2022

Bekijk je jaaroverzicht van 2022 →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #smut does best hehe

[just-some-random-blogger]

good morning/day/evening, lovie! ig ive just burst (into tears) from the amount of love i felt to this gif. 'when its day FOR YOU' its 2:19 and ive had some drinks w/friends. yeah, we have fem, masc and neuter gender words. and it usually depends on the nouns gender its paired with. and the nouns gender depends on logic (like a girl is fem while in german girl is neuter) or just feelings nothing (night is fem). 'i typed my love actually so thats on google translate' 1)i figured you typed my love bc youd used it already 2) we say google translate sucks 3) musc is the main form of an adjective on its own so no wonder its translated like this. 'but theres no rap here?' idk TT i just love this speaking(?) part, we call it recitative but im not sure. theres one song that describes my taste in the best way possible. milyy (darling/honey). it has no eng subs (all the translations ive found are ugly) and it doesnt matter, just listen to the way it sounds and the music. i have no idea why theres a child in the vid bc?? ok the chorus literally sounds like 'Guess what ive been doing when you werent here? I was meeting my ex-lover. He promised me to show his new apartment And to try out his windowsills. And i put on my red gloves Despite him begging for stockings. Do you know, honey? (x2) Do yk what ive been doing while you were gone?' it doesnt really imply sex BUT it does have mentions of alcohol and the whole vibe isnt childish at all... but ok i love the song. 'you’ve made me like her again' a fanfact! i have such halseys last album (where those songs are from) vibes from all hotd fics. maybe all this royal aesthetic affects me like this. 'which is what her name is an anagram of' OMG fhsjd i never thought abt it! ig its not really a problem you couldnt read it as halsey. if it doesnt bother you too much, then its fine. your writings are still good shjs. and youre still big brained. 'thank you for reviving my interest in halsey' my pleasure<з you can take all the time universe gives us! yeah i put notifs but the main point is i dont have notifs in general HFJFKDH the sound is ALWAYS off so... my mom gets mad at me frequently and noone can contact me whenever they want. 'AND I LOVE THE SONG SO MUCH' IM SO GLAD. its so beautifel and also meaningful like the cartoon itself! i used to love su sm TT 'my child' meow meow, catmom. 'dont be so ok with it' well mindset ig. 'i cant even read the russian symbols' AHAHS IM SORRY i forgot to type a latinised version. its zapekanka. k is k its a simple one. and a is a. and з is z, i usually use it for <з. and yeah!! youre so right with p! what a big brain! 'she’s literally just a plot device without too much depth used for nada' oh its sad( actually its like 90% of russian classic literature and thats why i usually end up hating fem characters. or theyre just too... sweet and naive and all. i dislike all people with this type of character and its not my fault its 8/10 times women (in lit). i love characters that are interesting to me and it doesnt depend on the gender. ig im frequently seen as a sexist/homophobic just bc im judgemental... yeah not the best trait but i dont choose whos the one im going to hate based on THESE facts. yeah your face can annoy me, your voice can sound too pitchy for my liking or i just dont like your vibes BUT not bc youre a woman/man/gay or smth else. and MORE SO when you have a reason to dont like a person? it doesnt matter whos it. 'WHYYYYY>?' well i dont know ANY of them closely and im still judgemental. 'YOU GOT A MR WORLDWIFE TOO' YEah! pushkin is some kind of a literature hero here? well hes done a lot of things for it and the language and hes been a brilliant writer (hes called genius in schools). but he was SUCH a worldwife. hes written that he had more than 100 women. but he did have a wife closer to the end of his life. he also had a footfetish and put it in his most famous novel.. 'you keep saying cunning spain' well i like this image. meowmeow im glad you find it cute meowmeow. ig its all for the part 1 bc its already long. see you soon, my love<з

this is how my cat greats me sometimes T_T i miss my jinjin T_T MEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW T_T

ig ive just burst (into tears) from the amount of love i felt to this gif.

<3 <3 <3 thats great. idk if ive told you already, i feel like i have, but my teacher says its good to cry 2 a week to flush out the dirt from your eyes. on another note, i was chopping onions for my grandma this morning and i CRIED SO BAD IT HURT LASFHLKASHFKLHASFASH

'when its day FOR YOU' its 2:19 and ive had some drinks w/friends.

you went drinking!!!???? omg i hope you were responsible with it. i only recently tried drinking when it was my best friend's birthday. i want to try it again because being drunk is so fascinating but also i cant do that because T_T i would die on my way home

yeah, we have fem, masc and neuter gender words. and it usually depends on the nouns gender its paired with. and the nouns gender depends on logic (like a girl is fem while in german girl is neuter) or just feelings nothing (night is fem).

in german girl is neuter ???? ok then. i dont understand enough about fem/masc words cos filipino is neutral everything we just have siya which is he/she/it everything lolol HAHAHAHAHAH

'i typed my love actually so thats on google translate' 1)i figured you typed my love bc youd used it already 2) we say google translate sucks 3) musc is the main form of an adjective on its own so no wonder its translated like this.

#1 big brained for that #2 she trying google on her last brain cell T_T #3 makes sense. boo men 👎

'but theres no rap here?' idk TT i just love this speaking(?) part, we call it recitative but im not sure.

i see. thats nice to know. i figured that with all the music you sent me. i personally dont like it. i guess you like spoken poetry with background.

theres one song that describes my taste in the best way possible. milyy (darling/honey). it has no eng subs (all the translations ive found are ugly)

HAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAAHA I FELT THE UGLY TRANSLATIONS HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA i love the kitties and the cutie bb girl <3 if i had to guess what i means based on the song and the video, is it about wanting to growing up and like expectations as an adult? like 'i cant wait to be an adult' but also be careful what you ask for?

and it doesnt matter, just listen to the way it sounds and the music. i have no idea why theres a child in the vid bc?? ok the chorus literally sounds like 'Guess what ive been doing when you werent here? I was meeting my ex-lover. He promised me to show his new apartment And to try out his windowsills. And i put on my red gloves Despite him begging for stockings. Do you know, honey? (x2) Do yk what ive been doing while you were gone?' it doesnt really imply sex BUT it does have mentions of alcohol and the whole vibe isnt childish at all... but ok i love the song.

[jaw on the floor] my gosh boy was i wrong T_T WTF WHY IS THERE A CHILD HERE HELP T_T WHEN I TELL YOU MY JAW DROPPED AFTER READING THIS I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SUCH A BIG BRAIN MOMENT FOR ME IM SO 💀💀💀💀

'you’ve made me like her again' a fanfact! i have such halseys last album (where those songs are from) vibes from all hotd fics. maybe all this royal aesthetic affects me like this.

interesting to know. i mean i think each of our experience affect us as a person so it goes both ways.

'which is what her name is an anagram of' OMG fhsjd i never thought abt it! ig its not really a problem you couldnt read it as halsey. if it doesnt bother you too much, then its fine. your writings are still good shjs. and youre still big brained. 'thank you for reviving my interest in halsey' my pleasure<з

nah it bothered me so much my brain was so frustrated i hated seeing her and her name because i kept reading it wrong. i read her as hasley in my head for a long time even though i knew it was wrong then i only shut up my brain by reading at loud and suddenly the world was silent again lashflashflasf and i wasn't bothered by her name anymore

this was the era of halsey that i could not pronounce HAHHAH

you can take all the time universe gives us! yeah i put notifs but the main point is i dont have notifs in general HFJFKDH the sound is ALWAYS off so... my mom gets mad at me frequently and noone can contact me whenever they want.

thank you i need all the time in the world cos school T_T. also ur so me fr tbh i personally dont care about notifs even though its on i just ignore everyone T_T HAHAHHA

'AND I LOVE THE SONG SO MUCH' IM SO GLAD. its so beautifel and also meaningful like the cartoon itself! i used to love su sm TT

ive heard it on tiktok before and i wondered where it was from so thank you for that <3 i love the cartoon too but i never got to watch it play out, you know, like on tv theyd play the episodes out of order and i just ??? yeah i never even learned about stevens mom whats up with her

'my child' meow meow, catmom.

<3

'dont be so ok with it' well mindset ig.

DONT BE SO OK WITH IT

'i cant even read the russian symbols' AHAHS IM SORRY i forgot to type a latinised version. its zapekanka.

slay zapekanka

k is k its a simple one.

IT IS WOW I THOUGHT IT WASNT MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE actually idk when i started telling myself it wasnt a k lol HAHAH

and a is a. and з is z, i usually use it for <з. and yeah!! youre so right with p! what a big brain!

purr thank you for the brief lesson <3

'she’s literally just a plot device without too much depth used for nada' oh its sad( actually its like 90% of russian classic literature and thats why i usually end up hating fem characters. or theyre just too... sweet and naive and all. i dislike all people with this type of character and its not my fault its 8/10 times women (in lit).

SAME I HATE IT WHEN WOMEN ARE STUPID LIKE SIR HAVE YOU MET A WOMAN? AND HAVE YOU MET A man (derogatory) russian literature L for that 😞🍅thats why i like making my fem characters chew their male interests. feminism.

i love characters that are interesting to me and it doesnt depend on the gender. ig im frequently seen as a sexist/homophobic just bc im judgemental... yeah not the best trait but i dont choose whos the one im going to hate based on THESE facts.

T_T i think ur just judgy T_T your ire has no boundaries T_T HELP T_T you should maybe work on that ? but i totally get not liking weak characters

yeah your face can annoy me, your voice can sound too pitchy for my liking or i just dont like your vibes BUT not bc youre a woman/man/gay or smth else. and MORE SO when you have a reason to dont like a person? it doesnt matter whos it.

T_T 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀like i said, your ire knows no bounds

'WHYYYYY>?' well i dont know ANY of them closely and im still judgemental.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HELP T_T

'YOU GOT A MR WORLDWIFE TOO' YEah! pushkin is some kind of a literature hero here? well hes done a lot of things for it and the language and hes been a brilliant writer (hes called genius in schools). but he was SUCH a worldwife. hes written that he had more than 100 women. but he did have a wife closer to the end of his life. he also had a footfetish and put it in his most famous novel..

HE HAD A WHAT NOW actually i dont want to know more about his footfetish, you do you boo. BUT OMG he like rizal for real, although yeah he didnt get married he just 💀 then never had a wife cos he just 👻 but idk if his lovers reached 100 💀💀💀💀💀💀

'you keep saying cunning spain' well i like this image. meowmeow im glad you find it cute meowmeow.

T_T MEOW MEOW

ig its all for the part 1 bc its already long. see you soon, my love<з

YEs yes p2 <3

xxx

#anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #modern!daemon nonnie

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Counting numbers in different languages

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The other Celtic languages still have this kind of numerical system, same as Georgian, Albanian and some Slovenian dialects. That is the end of this “Unusual counting systems in Europe” series, but don’t think though that these are the only languages in the continent with vigesimal systems.

#COUNTING NUMBERS IN DIFFERENT LANGUAGES FULL#

Notice that sometimes the word “warn” (over) is used, instead of “ha” (and), just like in Welsh.Ĭlick here for a full 1-100 list of Breton numbers. 57 – seizh ha hanter kant – 7 and (½ × 100).24 – pevar / peder warn ugent – 4 over 20.The number 30 has its own form instead of being formed as 10+20 as other vigesimal systems like Basque, 50 is formed as half of 100 instead of 10 + (2 x 20), and the number 18 is thought of as 3 x 6, instead of 8+10. They are mainly based, again, on a vigesimal system but with a few exceptions. Good news though, this time they’re a bit easier 🙂. With that in mind, it won’t come to you as a surprise to see that Breton numbers have some similarities with Welsh numbers, which we’ve already covered in the first part of this series. It belongs to the same language family as Irish, Welsh, Scottish Gaelic, Cornish and Manx. Breton counting systemīefore talking about this counting system, perhaps I should introduce you to the language.īreton is a Celtic language spoken in Brittany, a region in north-west France. Or here for a more in-depth analysis of Danish numbers. “halvfems”)Ĭlick here for a full 1-100 list of Danish numbers. 90 – halvfemsindstyve (halv-fem-sind-s-tyve) – ½ 5th times 20 – (abbr.80 – firsindstyve (fir-sind-s-tyve) – 4 times 20 – (abbr.70 – halvfjerdsindstyve (halv-fjerd-sind-s-tyve) – ½ 4th times 20 – (abbr.60 – tresindstyve (tre-sind-s-tyve) – 3 times 20 – (abbr.This is the regular way of saying the number 50:įollowing the same logic, the actual names for numbers 60, 70, 80 and 90 as follows: The interesting thing about all this is that Danes don’t realize what they’re actually saying because these names you see are abbreviations of the actual forms, and thus they don’t make much sense to anyone. 91 – enoghalvfems (en-og-halvfems) – 1 and (4½ times 20)*.78 – otteoghalvfjerds (otte-og-halvfjerds) – 8 and (3½ times 20)*.56 – seksoghalvtreds (seks-og-halvtreds) – 6 and (2½ times 20)*.Let’s go to the next half then (muahaha). If you’ve ever studied German before, you’ll notice that Danish follows the same order, that is, they say “two-twenty” (2 and 20) and not “twenty-two” (20 and 2) as English does, but aside from that little detail the rest is not hard to understand. 34 – fireogtredive (fire-og-tredive) – 4 and 30.Now, seriously, Danish is a bit like French in the sense that they use a decimal system for most of their numbers (actually, half of them) to suddenly change later. But I warn you, don’t let yourself be fooled by evil Danish! It’s all a wicked lie. Once we’ve all jogged our memory, let’s dive right into today’s languages, shall we? Danish counting systemĭanish has the kind of numerical system which invites you to be overconfident when you first have a look at it. “Oh, this looks fairly easy”, you might think at the beginning. You might remember from last time that most of the “weird” counting systems in Europe are vigesimal at least in some way, which means that they base their numbers in groups of 20 instead of in groups of 10 like decimal systems do, the so-called “normal” systems, like in English or Spanish. This time we’ll tackle the remaining two languages I had chosen, Danish and Breton. In that very same post I said I was going to make a second part because otherwise it would have been way too long so…here’s part two! 😀 It’s already been a while, but last summer I wrote a post regarding interesting ways in which some European languages count.

#Counting numbers in different languages

[beautifulfaaces]

Arianna Afsar

Facts

October 22, 1991

American actress and singer

She is of Bangladeshi and German descent

Filmography

Priya [Wedding Season: 2022]

Kathy [Canal Street: 2018]

Elizabeth [Tattoo Nightmares: 2014]

Appearance

brunette

brown eyes

1.82m

Roleplay

playable: young adult, adult

#Arianna Afsar #fem 90s #fem american #90s fem american #90s fem bangladeshi descent #90s fem german descent #wedding season #canal street #tattoo nightmares #brunette fem young #brunette fem adult #90s fem brunette #brown eyes fem young #brown eyes fem adult #90s fem brown eyes #young adult female #adult female

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ starting prompt: based off a tweet i saw that said ‘we always kinda shipped them together. he kept scoffing that he didn’t like her and yet he always look at her first when someone made a joke to see if she was laughing too’.  

♡ pairing: walter hahn (WWE / NXT) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination. take a look and you’ll see into your imagination. i’ll be begin with a spin....”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

"who’s that?” Walter asked his blond friend. Marcel looked up to see you, headphones in and blaring music so loud that everyone was able to hear. “oh, that’s ( your name ). she’s Timothy’s-,” before he could finish the sentence, Timothy came up to you and gave you a quick hug, “that’s his manager. she also works in the front office,” he continued. 

Walter’s eyebrows went down in confusion. never in the time that they were together in RingKampf had he ever took interest in having a manager and from the looks of it, you were the exact opposite of Tim. from afar, you were bubbly, excitable, and cute. 

Tim was nothing of the sort. polar opposites one might say. 

you were sitting in your seat as Tim was eating lunch. dancing to whatever you were listening, Walter couldn’t help but laugh at your antics. he knew Tim like the back of his hand so the decision to make you his manager was either his doing or something that was out of his hand. 

“she’s....interesting,” he said under his breath, making Marcel look at him for a moment, “any particular reason why you’re so interested in her? she’s been his manager for a while now,” Marcel put in. Walter shook his head, deciding not to respond. 

you were Tim, watching as he scarfed down his dinner while you finished up a few papers that needed to get done for next weeks taping. you were supposed to be dressed and ready to go by six but because of Tim’s new storyline with the boys from Imperium, you had to figure out a few things before the match. 

Timothy was a bit hard headed at first, stating that he didn’t need a manager but after a while, he got used to having you around. you were almost like a pest that he cared about like a sister. 

“hey, your friends are over there! why don’t you say hi!” you exclaimed, seeing Walter, Fabian, and Marcel in a corner, speaking to each other, “no. we’re not supposed to be speaking with each other,” was all he said before continuing to eat. 

you huffed before scooting out of your chair, “well, I’m going to say hello. since we’re going to be working with each other, I guess it’s only right to get formalities out of the way,” you stated, making Tim’s eyes go wide in panic. 

he instantly tried to get you to come back but by the time he tried to reach for you to come back, you were already prancing over to them. 

“hi!” you exclaimed happily. Fabian, the friendliest of the bunch gave you a smile, “i’m ( your name )! Tim’s manager. it’s nice to meet all of you!” you introduced yourself, giving them your hand to shake. 

Fabian introduced himself, giving you a hug instead. Marcel on the other hand just took the handshake and murmured his name to you. Walter remained looking at you, not bothering to say anything outside of giving you a simple head nod. 

to the untrained eye, like yourself and others, Walter’s reaction was a given. he was never a man of many words yet to the boys and Tim, they could see that Walter was holding himself back. almost like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. 

you giving Walter a smile, one that would’ve made anyone fall for you but he just turned his head to another direction and started to speak to Marcel in German. you gave Fabian a confused look, wondering why he didn’t tell you much but you felt a hand clasp onto your shoulder a second after. 

“evening boys,” Tim’s voice spoke from behind you. you gave him another look, wondering why he went back on his word from earlier, “they’re looking for you in makeup and they’re pissed,” he whispered into your ear.

your eyes widened, realizing you were beyond late to get your makeup done. you gave them a quick goodbye, shoving your work into Tim’s hands and screaming at him to put it into your office before basically darting off to the makeup station. 

Tim, Fabian, Marcel, and now Alex who had shown up looked at Walter with suspecting eyes. no one said a word but Tim could sense Walter had taken an infatuation with you. 

+

a few weeks passed since your encounter with Walter and the rest of Imperium. since you were working 'against’ them now, outside of the ring, you got a bit close to Marcel and Alex. they would invite you to sit next to them when Tim wasn’t with you. 

you tried to get closer with Walter but he always closed you off. he would say absolutely nothing to you and when had too, it wasn’t anything besides a few words. at first you thought that maybe you just annoyed him to the point where he didn’t like you but eventually, Tim told you that he was just that way with anyone that didn’t know him. 

“good morning to my favorite Germans!” you said, running up to Marcel and Alex, engulfing them into a forced hug. they stood stiff, basically embracing the forced hug, “and Walter!” you added on, giving him a brief wave. 

“where’s your boyfriend?” Alex asked, looking around. you fluttered your eyebrows in confusion, “boyfriend? wanna tell me who that is?” you asked. Marcel gave you a hearty laugh, “Tim. he’s asking for Timothy,” he stated. 

you let out a laugh, louder than you intended as you sat down next to Walter and Alex, “Tim? my boyfriend? that’s like saying it’s gonna snow in Florida. never going to happen,” you joked, trying to calm down your giggles. “very defensive about it, aren’t ya?” Alex added on. 

“people love the idea that we’re secretly together but Timothy is like an annoying brother. I love him but I wanna kick his ass 90% of the time. the other 10 is caring that he doesn’t get killed by you guys.” 

before you could continue, you heard a producer call your name, telling you that you were needed to clear up a few things for Hunter. you told them goodbye and went over to the producer. 

“so she’s single, huh?” Alex said, tapping his chin. Marcel looked at him, “why do you care?” he asked. Alex shrugged, “now that we know maybe this idiot will ask her out,” he mentioned. 

Marcel let out a laugh as Walter stared at him annoyed, “yeah right. he actually has to make conversation first and he can’t even do that with her. I’ve been hearing a few people have been interested in asking her out. not that she knows or anything,” Marcel said quietly. 

he actually had no idea if anyone was interested in you or not. personally, he could have cared less but he knew his best friend better than anyone else. Walter liked you, he was just too much of a chicken shit to actually admit to it. 

“who?” Walter asked almost immediately. Marcel closed the circle in, “for starters, in the NXT roster is Jordan Devlin and Sami Zayn from Smackdown has been rumored to have gotten her number,” Marcel lied. Alex perked at the names, “and how did you find out?” he asked, a bit suspicious that he knew. 

Marcel shrugged, not bothering to say anything for a moment, “oh, just heard a few of the girls talking yesterday while I was working out,” Walter stared at the table, his mind racing with thoughts. he never knew others actually had taken an interest in you, not that it was wrong to do as such but he was taken back that it was more than one person. 

“what has you so quiet all of a sudden?” Walter shook his head, not responding as he got up, taking his jacket with him and leaving the table. “I wonder what his problem is,” Alex murmured. Marcel laughed, “he’s finally going to grow a pair and ask her out,” Marcel stated. 

-

you were working in your office, sorting through a few different files you needed for a storyline in the women’s division. it was already late into the night as you filed the sheets away and started to get your things ready to leave.

“of course this week had to be my busiest week, now I have to call an Uber home,” you groaned. you had put your car in the shop because of a few issues it had and it wasn’t expected to get finished until at least Monday, “god damn it Tim, you just had to leave,” you huffed. 

just as you pulled your phone out, you saw Walter walking out of the locker room, “hey Walter! what are you doing here so late?” you asked, trying not to make it awkward, “I stayed working out late,” he said. 

you nodded, “ah, don’t overwork yourself now,” you mentioned, “but give me a second? I need to call an Uber home. my car is stuck at the mechanics until Monday and Tim already left,” Walter’s eyes widened, realizing this was his chance. 

“I have a car, I can take you home?” he asked, trying not to come off as intimidating. you perked up in relief, “really? that would be so amazing!” you said happily. he grabbed his keys and jiggled them, “my cars on the other side of the building,” he said.

you followed behind, trying to make conversation and interestingly enough, he was actually responding to you like a normal person would. not those snippets of conversations he would say around the others. 

the entire ride home, you were trying to crack jokes, seemingly trying to make him laugh which ended in you making an idiot out of yourself and making him laugh that way instead. Walter had never realized he actually liked you as much as the others would joke he did but now that it was just the two of you, he could sense the feelings were there. 

the ride to your house was a bit on the shorter side. you lived in a small two bedroom house, closer to Full-Sail than he thought. just as he put the car into park to let you get out, you turned around and gave him a smile, making Walter glad that it dark outside and you weren’t able to see his sudden red face. 

“I know this is weird but would you like to come in? I have food I made for myself this morning after I came from work and I’m sure there’s enough for you.” 

Walter sighed in relief. 

“I would love too.” 

#wwe #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #nxt #nxt uk #nxt imagine #wrestling #wrestling imagine #walter #walter hahn #walter hahn imagine #walter x reader #nxt uk imagine #imperium #marcel barthel #timothy thatcher #fabian aichner #alexander wolfe

[throughyanderewindow]

Nothing Else Matters (4/?)

Pairing: Yandere Bucky Barnes x Yandere  Fem!Reader

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, General Yandere Stuff, Bucky’s Not a Big Fan of Bucky, Some Bad Words

A/N: Now we enter the section where Window (that’s me) tries to get through the plot of a movie without just quoting/recapping it. She does ok. 

Formatting is a bit weird on Tumblr so I got a second divider for in the text instead of just beginning and end, might go back and add it to previous chapters later idk.

Life quickly fell into a pleasantly domestic routine, on good days at least. The good days were full of soft kisses and easy conversation (though you found yourself doing most of the speaking). Bad days on the other hand were when Bucky would just shut down. He wouldn't speak, he'd barely react to anything you'd do and getting him to eat was always a challenge. You were still happy of course, things could be difficult but fundamentally you still had what you'd always wanted, you just wished you could be more of a help to him. 

Bucky on the other hand was filled with self-loathing for the way he made you live. You had told him you loved him for who he was now but Bucky knew better. You had dreamed of the man from the history books, a brave, charming, hero with an easy smile and even easier confidence; How could you ever be happy with the broken excuse for a man wearing his face? Everything in him screamed that he had to make you leave, that you deserved better and if you couldn't see that he'd have to force the issue. But every time he tried to act on those feelings, tried to force you out of his life, his throat would close and his body felt like it was made of lead. So he remained stuck, hating himself more every day he let you stay and yet filled with an overwhelming fear at the thought of letting you go.

The pair of you might have spent forever in that tempestuous limbo had it not been for the newspaper. It had started out as a good day, the weather was nice enough and Bucky had taken you with him to get some things. He didn't really like leaving you alone if he could help it, even though things had been quiet for quite some time he never stopped feeling on edge. That alertness is probably why he noticed the man watching him. Before Bucky could question him the man bolted, leaving a newspaper behind. You hadn't picked up very much Romanian but the title had enough English to get the gist: Winter Soldier, Bombardment, Vienna this was very bad.

"We have to go, right now." Bucky grabbed your wrist and began back towards the apartment as quickly as you could without drawing more attention. The place wasn't empty when you arrived. You were surprised to see Steve Rogers but he seemed much more surprised to see you.

"Are you a civilian?" You nodded at that. "This is not good." He replied. He turned to Bucky then "Some very dangerous people are coming here, right now. If you care about her life you need to get her to leave."

The familiar fear rose in Bucky at those words, he dug his fingernails into his right palm before grabbing you by the shoulder. "You need to run."You weren't exactly thrilled with this plan "But what about y-"You weren't exactly thrilled with this plan "But what about y-"

You weren't exactly thrilled with this plan "But what about y-"

He cut you off "If I try to look after us both, we'll both die. You have to go."

You knew he was right but it didn't make it easy. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before rushing outside. The 'dangerous people' must have been closer than expected though as you barely made it half a block before being tackled to the ground.

After spending about an hour in some kind of prison car you were told you weren't going to be hurt but they would like to ask you some questions later. You internally rolled your eyes at that. You weren't going to tell them a thing but these were clearly not the guys in charge and if you were going to tell someone to go fuck themselves might as well wait for the bigwigs right?

They certainly gave you a lot of time to think though, your mind began to wander. You wondered, not for the first time, if there was some kind of gymnast assassin course you could have invested your time into instead of history classes; if there was though it probably wasn't just advertised to anyone. Besides how could you have known things would be this action filled? You were sure if you consulted some kind of 'People In Love With World War Two Veterans' they would have thought history was a fine choice. Although if you met them in the current day they'd probably all be in their 90s and would wonder why you were so young. 'Oh, my boyfriend? No, he's not way older than me, he just spent a lot of time frozen. No, he's not the guy from World War Two who very famously spent a bunch of time frozen but I understand the confusion. Wait, you're kicking me out of the club? But why?' 

Your daydream was interrupted when the car began to move. "Wait, where are we going?" you asked the driver.

"Airport." he replied with a thick German accent.

"Why?"

"You may be important in what comes next."

The trip to Berlin was similarly uneventful. You'd never been arrested before but would not have previously guessed it involved so much waiting and intense boredom. The only thing you were looking forward to was the chance to tell a person who had apparently been waiting several hours for your arrival where they could stick their questions.

After landing there was a mercifully short car ride and then finally, finally you were put in an interrogation room where you were greeted by a clean cut, friendly faced man.

"Good afternoon ma'am, I'm Agent Norris. Can you confirm for me that this is you?"

He put a file on the table. Flipping it open the first page was information on you, your full name across the top followed by your passport photo. "Yes, this is me." you told him. It was clear he already knew that but it was probably some psyche out trick you didn't understand.

"Let's cut to the chase," Norris began "we know you've spent a lot of time with Mr. Barnes and I'd like to ask some questions about that." 

"Well that is a problem because I'm not telling you a damn thing." You told him while giving him a faux-friendly smile.

"Listen, we can protect you from him. He kidnapped you,didn't he? Did he say he'd hurt you if you talked about it?" Norris asked, giving his best sympathetic look.

You laughed a bit at that."Kidnapped me? You think he kidnapped me? I went with him because I wanted to, I'd follow him anywhere." That drew an interesting face from the agent.

"All right, maybe you believe that now but the evidence suggests otherwise. You disappeared right before getting a degree that everyone I've spoken to agrees you were passionate about. You didn't say anything to your parents, who filed a missing person report regarding you about two weeks after your disappearance. I see an intelligent, talented woman with a bright future here." He poked your file. "Not someone who'd leave it all behind for a man she didn't know."

"Oh fuck, my parents think I'm dead! I'm going to need to get them an apology gift basket later. As for the rest of it though: go back to those people in my life, tell them who I left with and they'll all tell you this is in character for me. The degree is a means to an end, the only thing I've ever cared about is Bucky Barnes. You want information on him? You can pry it from my cold, dead hands." You hissed.

"Interesting." Norris replied, he paused to sip his coffee but you thought it was probably just as much for dramatic effect. "He's here you know. Barnes is here and he hasn't asked about you at all." The look he gave you was a bit more mocking than was probably advised in the interrogation handbook. "I don't think he cares about you nearly as much as you care about him."

"That's not true!" You yelled at him. "You don't know him at all!"

Before Norris could reply the door was thrown open, bringing in sounds of struggle from outside the room. "Norris it's the Soldier, we need all hands on deck!" another agent shouted. Norris jumped to his feet.

"If you leave this room you'll be shot!" He shouted over his shoulder as he took off running after the other agent, barely stopping to lock the door with a code. He probably expected his threat to at least give you a moment's pause but the second he was out of sight you lunged for the door; Now you just had to get it open.

Norris has used a code to activate an electronic lock but in his rush had forgot to also use the low-tech lock. If you could find some way to shut off the system-

As if hearing your thoughts the power went out, letting you swing the door open. For a half-second Norris' words echoed in your mind; But all you cared about was leaving this damn place and catching up with Bucky, wherever he was going. If getting shot was the risk you had to take so be it.

Taglist is a separate post because Tumblr is a delight.

dividers by writeyourmindaway

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German III B: 3.7-3.11

Vocab:

unterrichten

teach, instruct

ausbilden

train (for a job)

*komponieren

compose (music)

vorführen

present, perform

*aufführen

perform

*heilen

heal

*die Ausstellung, -en

exhibit

*der Bildhauer, -

sculptor

der Fotograf, -en  --> die Fotografin

photographer

entwickeln

develop

*der Pilot, -en  --> die Pilotin

pilot

*der Musiker, -  --> die Musikerin

musician

der Arzt, -¨e  --> die Ärztin

doctor, physician

starten (ist)

take off (airplane)

landen (ist)

land

der Rechtsanwalt, -¨e  --> die Rechtsanwältin

lawyer

verteidigen

defend

*der Fall, -¨e

case

unschuldig

not guilty, innocent

*vors Gericht gehen

 appear in court

die Krankenschwester, -n

nurse (female)

der Krankenpfleger, -

nurse (male)

*pflegen

care for

s. kümmern um

worry about, take care of

*impfen

inoculate

*der Chirurg, -en

surgeon

der Ingenieur, -e --> die Ingenieurin

engineer

entwerfen, (i), a, o

design, plan

*leiten

lead

der Geschäftsmann, -¨er  --> die Geschäftsfrau

business man

der Informatiker, -  --> die Informatikerin

computer specialist

programmieren

program

reparieren

repair

der Naturwissenschaftler, -  --> die Naturwissenschaftlerin

natural scientist

*forschen

research, investigate

entdecken

discover

*erfinden, a, u

invent

*der Bauarbeiter, -  --> die Bauarbeiterin

construction worker

bauen

build, construct

die Ausbildung

training (job)

der Elektriker, -  --> die Elektrikerin

electrician

*der Klempner, -  --> die Klempnerin

plumber

*installieren

install

der Friseur, -e  --> die Friseurin

hair dresser

die Frisur, -en

hair style

frisieren

style someone's hair

*färben

dye

*stylen

style someone's hair

der Reiseleiter, -  --> die Reiseleiterin

travel guide

die Führung, -en

guided tour

erklären

explain

*der Azubi, -s

apprentice

*das Handwerk, -e

trade, craft

*die Buchhaltung

accounting

der Gastarbeiter

guest worker

holen

get, bring

der Ausländer

foreigner

vor allem

above all

dauern

to last

erkennen

recognize

die Ausländerfeindlichkeit

opposition to foreigners

die Unsicherheit

insecurity

niedrig

low

die Regierung

government

das Gesetz

law

Making Sentences:

-You don't use an article with words for professions, nationalities and religions.

- "Ich studiere __________, um _______ zu werden"

"Ich studiere Medzin, um Ärztin zu werden"

"Ich studiere Jura, um Rechtsanwalt/Rechtsanwältin zu werden"

"Ich studiere Musik, um Komponist zu werden"

"Ich studiere Chemie, um Chemiker zu werden”

Relative Pronouns:

who (refers to people or personalized animals) which (refers to things or concepts) that (used for either group, but not considered as "correct" or formal) leaving it out and making it "understood" ("That is the boy I like" = "That is the boy whom I like.")

1) pick Masc, Neut, Fem, or Pl. based off of the antecedent (noun that the relative pronoun is referring to

2) pick the case based off of the relative pronoun’s clause

3) put relative pronoun after the comma and kick verb to the end of the clause

Die Schuhe, die meine Nichte trägt, sind rosa.

Meine Lieblingsjeans, die mir meine Eltern geschenkt haben, hat einen Fleck.

Die Mädchen, mit denen die Jungen getanzt haben, sind Schwestern.

Die Bluse, deren Ärmel zu lang sind, ist auch zu teuer.

Das Haus, das er kaufte, war ziemlich weit weg.

Der Junge, dessen Baseballmütze das ist, ist mein Bruder.

Mein Bruder, für den ich dieses T-shirt gekauft habe, ist 2 Jahre jünger als ich.

Mein Vater trägt fast jeden Tag einen Sakko, der grau ist.

Ein Pilot ist ein Mann, der ein Flugzeug fliegt.

Eine Bildhauerin ist eine Frau, die Skulpturen macht.

Ein Azubi ist ein junger Mann, der eine Ausbildung macht.

Eine Fotografin ist eine Frau, die Fotos macht, entwickelt und druckt.

Ein Musiker ist ein Mann, der Musik komponiert oder spielt.

Eine Informatikerin ist eine Frau, die Computer programmiert und repariert.

Fun Facts:

After the Second World War there were not enough workers in Germany for all the reconstruction work. In 1955 a series of agreements began with Italy, Spain, Greece, Turkey, Portugal and Yugoslavia. These deals mostly brought in unskilled men who worked in industry and construction. They wanted to work for 1-2 years and then go "rich" back home to make room for other guest workers.

Between 1945 and the construction of the Berlin Wall (1961), 3.8 million Germans from the GDR came to the FRG. The West Germans thought that was very good: they had more workers and also the propaganda that the people in the East were against the communist system.

After the Wall was built, almost no East Germans came, and the FRG began to bring more and more guest workers out of Turkey ° until the oil crisis in 1973 brought an end to it. With the recession, these workers were no longer needed, but many of them had already received the residence permit and their families had also been brought to Germany.

The integration of the Turks was not easy. They followed the customs of the Muslim religion and culture, and this was unknown to most Germans. The guest workers were not allowed to become official citizens, but many felt they were "Germans." The children who were born in Germany were still "foreigners" and not citizens.

In 1988 there were 4.5 million foreigners ° in the FRG. It was something new for the Germans to have so many foreign residents in the country. Some were afraid, especially ° that the foreigners would take their jobs.

Then the wall came down in 1989 and there was a great euphoria (reigned). Many people of German heritage from countries in the Eastern Bloc were allowed to and wanted to move to Germany. 3 million of these so-called "emigrants" came in the next 15 years.

The euphoria did not last long. It soon became apparent that the country needed a lot of money to help these many new residents. Most of them had no work and many did not speak German because it was forbidden in their communist countries. Nor were there enough apartments for so many people who came to the country almost overnight.

At the beginning of the 90s there was a wave of foreign immigrants °, especially in the former GDR, where guest workers were not allowed to have families. So the many new foreigners there were really something "strange". There was already great uncertainty ° across the country (east and west) with the rapid change (change) of life after the fall of the Berlin Wall. Instead of euphoria, there was a great fear of the unknown (unknown). Would you have a job? How could you pay the new prices? In the GDR the quality (but also the prices) had been quite low °. Now not only the quality was much higher but also the prices.

Then the government began to take new measures. Not all emigrants were allowed to come to Germany. There were quotas for different countries. Not all asylum seekers are allowed to come or stay.

On the other hand, there is finally (after 90 years!) A new law ° on citizenship and more and more foreigners are becoming legal "Germans." There is also a kind of "green card". With this card, foreigners (especially computer scientists from India) can work in Germany for 5 years.

What does it all mean? With fewer legal immigrants, there are all the more illegal ones. Of course, this problem is also known in the USA. But it is hoped that the newer immigrants will be integrated into German life more quickly. They also want to prevent xenophobia and a repetition of the terrible violence about 10 years ago. Hopefully it will work!

#german #german 3

[acetechne]

Ed: 1885 - 1895

Age: 90-100 / Human Age: 8-9

History and Character Notes below!

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Historical Notes

- Edmonton’s prospects are in the gutter and Calgary’s are booming, but so are the prospects of Strathcona aka “South Edmonton”. Even so, a few people still come up to settle and set up shop, including Germans and Quebecois and then English-speaking Ontarian.

- By 1887, The NWT was allowed to elect MPs to parliament and Alberta was given one seat. Frank Oliver held back from this race and waited for the territorial election for a council seat next year. 

- Edmonton was still very smol at this point and adult white/metis residents numbered 350. Farmers kept ignoring the clearly superior land and greater rainfall for Calgary’s bad dirt, alas. Even with Red Fife wheat, however, frost still takes most of the crop.

- The Great Man Triumvirate Thing of this period is Frank Oliver (newspaper/politics), Matt McCauley (gr8 for leading mobs and future mayor), and John McDougall (successful merchant), all of whom this book tends to glorify despite it being relatively common knowledge nowadays that Oliver for sure was racist af so I hesitate to say more on them until I do further reading. Anyway, they established the Board of Trade in 1889, the first west of Winnipeg. 

- The Calgary and Edmonton Railway reaches Red Deer at the end of 1890 and then.... stopped in Strathcona instead of crossing the river. Everyone is Aghast. The rivalry between Edmonton and Calgary was still in the preheat stage, but the rivalry between Edmonotn and Strathcona was ready to throw down at any time (and they often did). The population of Strathcona was already about the same and looked like it was going to quickly surpass and subsume Edmonton.

- we got electric lights are we a real city yet? in 1892 the hamlet became a town of 700 people, Amazing!!! But without a town hall they just met over the butcher shop where the volunteer fire brigade had their junk. There were also a couple of false alarms about oil around this time.

- Strathcona tried to steal the Land Office in June of that year- “Timber Tom” Anderson had been appointed Dominion government land agent, so he started loading up all the documents to take them back to South Edmonton... but immediately an angry crowd of Edmontonians surrounded the wagon, took the wheels off, loosed the horses, and rescued the documents before sending “blistering telegrams off to Ottawa”. The NWMP garded the wagon and records until Ottawa had a chance to reconsider. The imagery was just too good.

- After Edmonton was incorporated, more immigrants came to settle including Chinese and Scandinavian settlers as well as what Frank Oliver teasingly referred to in his newspapers as “Edmonton’s Jewish Community” - a single man. The Ukrainians also came during this period

- Everyone’s mostly focused on local town issues but no one can resist digging at Calgary any chance they get. Frank Oliver reprinted a column from a Medicine Hat paper that read “It is undeniable that there is a growing feeling in the territories that Calgary is a pig that wants all the swill in the community trough, and disturbs everyone on its vicinity with incessant squeals for more”.

- We got politics we got schools we got electricity we got lawyers, telephones, breweries, and bicycles are super trendy, and we still have to import butter from Manitoba and turkeys from Ontario. Also fruit trees just straight up die here no matter what lmao.

Design Notes

- Here we have Edith’s first appearance in the timeline! Edith essentially grew out of a Fem!Edmonton design and represents the (now former) city of Strathcona  on the south side of the river from Edmonton. They look similar because of her initial design and because people from outside Edmonton are unlikely to make the distinction between them nowadays. She has a slightly different background than Ed (her heritage is French/British and Blackfoot rather than Cree) and they have adopted a sibling relationship over the years. It was thought she would be the dominant personality of the two but, spoilers, the opposite happened and she has become a small but vibrant part of Edmonton since. Her full human name is now officially Edith Garneau.

- Strathcona is the younger of the two but she caught up to Ed very quickly and even surpassed them, which is why they look about the same age. She also has a similar appearance to her modern one because... she capitalizes a lot on her 1890s-1910s history now.

- Ed may still look like a kid who wouldn’t know puberty if it bit him, but he’s actually just reached his centennial and has reached that inner grandpa phase of not giving a damn anymore because he’s kind of desperate, something i will cover more in The Comic

#projectcanada cities #aph ocs #historical hetalia #aph edmonton #aph strathcona #pc: edmonton #pc: strathcona #hapo art #traditional art #ink #mixed media #watercolour #ed timeline

[rawiswhore]

Julian Sands x Fem Reader- “Catscratch Fever”

Here’s a fanfic about someone I haven’t written about in forever.

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One actress you've idolized for a long time is Nastassja (pronounced "nah-STAH-see-uh") Kinski, a popular Polish/German actress in the 1970's and 1980's, mostly the 1980's, who is the daughter of Klaus Kinski, a Polish/German actor from the 1960's to 1980's seemingly remembered more for being a severe nutcase than being an actor.

Luckily, Nastassja is more famous than her father.

Nastassja's most famous movie is "Cat People", a remake of a horror movie from the 1940's about a young woman whose sexual awakening brings horror when she learns her urges transform her into a black leopard.

Sounds good on paper, but the other plot to the movie is really disgusting and problematic, and I won't spoil it for you.

Despite the disgusting plot, you do somewhat like this movie, for the atmosphere, music and Nastassja Kinski.

So much, you're staring in a remake of this movie playing Nastassja's part, how awesome is that!

Even better, the person you hired to play Malcolm McDowell's character in the Nastassja Kinski movie is Julian Sands.

For those who don't know who Julian Sands is, he is a British actor during the 1980's and 1990's who still acts today, arguably his most famous role was in "Warlock", where he played the son of Satan, and "Boxing Helena", about a man so in lust with a woman, he acts his perverted sexual fetish out on her.

He was also that British man with long blond hair in "Arachnophobia" starring Jeff Daniels and John Goodman.  

Fun fact: He almost played Lestat in "Interview with The Vampire", Anne Rice really wanted Julian to play Lestat and so did her fans, but Hollywood wanted an actor much more famous than him, so they casted Tom Cruise.

Speaking of long hair, the icing on the cake is that Julian grew his hair slightly longer in this "Cat People" remake, that was your suggestion, because Julian looks so much hotter and sexier with long hair, just look at him in "Warlock II", "Boxing Helena", "Husbands and Lovers" and even "Arachnophobia".

Julian is so much hotter and sexier than Malcolm McDowell in your opinion.

You were standing in a room with a bed with Julian, he dressed in a silky black suit, looking as brooding and charming as ever.

Cameras were surrounding the two of you filming you as well as a microphone hovering above you, not being noticed or filmed during the movie.

He was coming onto you, walking up to you and placing his hand on one side of your face, trying to seduce you.

You were falling under his trap, his British accent is so sexy, your head's leaning back like you're having an orgasm.

You could nearly sink to the floor and swoon over his charm and sex appeal.

Since you're playing a person who turns into a leopard during her sexual urges, you buried your face into his neck, rubbing the side of your face with his, like how cats nudge their furry bodies against people's legs.

You're acting like Nastassja Kinski was during her love scene with Malcolm McDowell from the 80's "Cat People".

Before you can turn into a leopard, you have to mate with other "cat people", and you're not talking people who love and own several housecats ("crazy cat ladies" as they're called).

Julian's playing a role that was played by Malcolm McDowell in the 1982 version, and Malcolm's character just so happens to also be a "cat person"; someone who transforms into a feline, like a leopard or a panther.

Since you and Julian are both playing cat people, Julian buried his face into your neck as well, he smelling your perfume, the two of you slightly heavily breathing on one another, your breaths sound more like gasps.

On the inside, Julian thinks you smell so good, he could really bury and sink himself into you.

Speaking of sinking himself into you...

Julian took a little nibble of the skin on your neck, hopefully he doesn't taste the toxic perfume sprayed on your neck.

He took a little bite of you like he was a vampire, like a mother cat who was carrying her kitten by the scruff of its neck with her mouth.

But unlike a mother cat, he wasn't lifting you off of the ground.

Your head was leaning back, you let out a cross between a moan and a gasp from your lips.

The camera was closing up on your face, looking like you were having an orgasm.

One of your hands was behind Julian's head, gripping onto his hair, but not too tightly.

Your fingers were sliding through his hair, down to the bottom of his hair strands.

He was speaking sexily to you in your ear, his voice low, seductive and husky.

Your clit is quivering over his voice.

Julian pushed you onto the bed, where you flopped your back on the mattress, the bed bounced when you fell onto the mattress.

He was standing above you, you were looking up at him.

He was busy undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, your eyes were watching him undress himself.

When his shirt was completely undone, he peeled his blazer and shirt off of his arms and body, standing there shirtless.

You slid your feet out of the stiletto shoes you were wearing, thank God you wore stilettos you can easily slide your feet out because of an up and coming scene.

He then slid into the bed you were laying on and kissed you, while you were laying there propping your elbows on the mattress and relaxing.

Your eyes had closed when his lips met yours, so did his eyes.

He placed his hands on both sides of your face and crawled into bed, standing on top of you.

One of your hands was behind his head, running your fingers through his hair, but not enough to mess his hair up.

You want him to look good for his movie!

Your other hand was caressing up and down his bare chest.

Julian's hands moved from your face to the front of his pants, where he unbuckled his belt and slid his belt out of his pants loops by pulling on the belt buckle, tossing the belt to the floor.

He then moved his hands to his pants and slid his zipper down, unbuttoning his pants afterwards.

Despite the camera not filming it, the top of Julian's feet was behind one of his heels (and you don't mean high heels), where he was kicking his shoes off.

You can distinctly hear him take his shoes off during this scene.

Julian started to pull his pants and boxers down, the camera not showing him pull his pants and boxers down his body.

When his pants and boxers were on the floor by now, one of his feet was pressing on the tip of his toes, pulling the sock off of his foot and sliding his foot out of the sock.

When that foot was bare, he stepped on his toes again, specifically the tip of his sock, where he slid his foot out of that sock.

Now both of his feet are bare.

Julian's hands, meanwhile, where gripping to the bottom of your sweater, where he pulled that sweater off of your torso and arms and over your head, tossing that sweater away.

Julian crawled further onto the bed, this time the two of you were laying in that bed together, still kissing one another.

His hands were sliding between and behind your back as well as between the mattress, where his hands managed to unhook your bra.

Since Julian has kissed your lips for far too long, his lips slid from your lips down to your neck, where he buried his face in your neck, his teeth taking another bite of your neck again, this time a different part on your neck.

While he was biting on your neck, his hands were sliding your bra straps down your arms until they slid below your wrists and hands, he tossing your bra away to the floor.

Your breasts could feel the chill air on your skin, his torso was pressing slightly on yours.

After he took your bra off, he put his hands on your miniskirt, he pulling your skirt and panties down at the same time.

He slid your skirt and panties all the way down your legs, until they were down to your ankles.

You lifted your feet out of your panties as well as your skirt.

Julian was wearing a sock around his genitals so his erection won't enter your twat, plus, the two of you don't want to catch AIDS.

Julian's hands were now on your face, one of his hands shifting behind your head, where he ran his fingers down and through your hair.

One of your hands was behind his head running it through and down his hair, whereas your other hand was on his chest.

One of Julian's hands reached for the lightswitch and turned the lights off, where the room was now mostly pitch black with a bit of blue in there as well.

Despite the room being dark, there was some light in the room so people can see the two of you have sex.

As this sex scene progressed on, Julian pretended to thrust himself into you, you letting some quiet, breathy moans while he pretended to thrust himself in and out of you.

The back of your head was resting on a pillow as he pretended to fuck you, your head was sticking up and your eyes were closed while he pretended to bang you.

The camera shot to his face, he leaning his head back a bit and looking like he really is having sex with you.

Julian is somewhat harsh to look at now that he's older, but he still is a little sexy.

You probably should've casted someone else besides Julian Sands, although sometimes his face looks completely wrinkle free and ageless.

Fun fact: in the 1982 "Cat People" version, Nastassja Kinski's character has a sex scene with some other guy (not played by Malcolm McDowell) while her hands are handcuffed to the bed.

In the "Cat People" remake you're in, the person you're having sex with when you recreate that handcuffs to the bed scene isn't Julian Sands, it's Tom Hiddleston!  

Other men you thought of casting in the handcuff sex scene is Sebastian Stan.

You had also thought of casting Michael Fassbender and Christian Bale in Julian Sands' role, but they turned it down.

If "Cat People" had been remade in the 90's instead of the 80's, Julian Sands would've played Malcolm McDowell's role, and if they couldn't get him, then Ralph Fiennes or some other brooding but seductive and sexy British actor.

Nastassja Kinksi's role would've obviously been played by Winona Ryder.

#julian sands #fanfiction #cat people