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TASK: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full name: Aleksandr “Sacha” Ruslanovich Tarasov

Nickname: Sacha, Cha Cha ( taking applications for others xoxo )

Birthdate: 17th of December, 1989

Age: 32

Zodiac: Sagittarius Sun, Leo Moon, Scorpio Rising

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: He/him & They/Them ( used interchangeably )

Romantic orientation: Biromantic

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Nationality: Russian

Ethnicity: Russian

Rank: Dominion

Affiliation: Death

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace: Moscow, Russia

Hometown: Moscow, Russia

Social class: Upper class

Educational achievements: Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in Psychology from The Sorbonne ( mostly paid for with daddy’s money x )

Father: Ruslan “Lana” Yevgenovich Tarasov

Mother: Alexandra “Sanya” Pashovna Tarasova

Siblings: None

Pets: None

Previous relationships:

Though Sacha prefers to keep his relationships loose, often leaving things without labels, there are a few notable entanglements.

- Saint Warden: The two experience a brief and heady whirlwind relationship ten years ago, one Summer in Paris bringing them close together, high off the drugs and each other. While a young Saint was fast to fall in love, Sacha cuts things off quickly, rathering to keep things casual than let someone become his weakness. Over the years, they reconnect occasionally, their affairs stretching a few days or weeks before the illusion is shattered again, sending Saint off again back home to London.

- Laura Vardhamana: Who’s chasing who here? Maybe that’s half the excitement, Laura plays hard to get with ease and Sacha knows they’ve met their match. Late night hook ups meld into something more, an uncanny amount of time spent together, their relationship developing a seriousness that Sacha’s never experienced. He gets suspicious, uses connections in Death to check out Laura’s tech from a far. There it is — bank statements, withdrawals and transactions made, Sacha’s been conned and is made quite the fool. So they blackmail her, turning the same receipts into threats of prison or Death.

Arrests: Breach of the Peace ( during a Death-staged protest )

Prison time: None

OCCUPATION & INCOME.

Current occupation: Executive Producer, Pale Horse Media / Dominion, Death

Dream occupation: He doesn’t dream about working, only having power

Past jobs: Never truly worked a day in their life x

Spending habits: As Death’s benefactor, Sacha allocates a certain amount of money from his family funds to the cause. On top of that, their personal spending could be described as excessive, spending mostly on clothes and other impulse buys.

In debt?: Hahaha

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Physical strength: Average

Speed: Average

Intelligence: Above average

Accuracy: Above average

Agility: Above Average

Stamina: Average

Teamwork: Because he’s so good at manipulating others to bend to his will, Sacha doesn’t mind teamwork, though he would much rather work alone if possible

Talents: Persuasion, Manipulation, making playlists and mean cocktails

Shortcomings: Detached, vain, selfish, jealous

Languages spoken: Russian, English, French

Drive?: Yes

Jumpstart a car?: No, they have people for that

Change a flat tire?: No, they have people for that

Ride a bicycle?: Yes

Swim?: Yes

Play an instrument?: Piano ( strict lessons from his childhood burning scales into his brain )

Play chess?: Yes

Braid hair?: No

Tie a tie?: Yes

Pick a lock?: No, they have people for that

Cook?: hahaha

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS.

Face claim: Robert Pattinson my beloved

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Dirty blonde

Hair type: Mostly straight with waves / 2a curl pattern

Glasses/contacts?: No

Dominant hand: Right

Height: 6’1″ / 185 cm

Build: Lean

Exercise habits: Combat training and the occasional run once or twice a week, Sacha’s definitely not passionate about exercise

Tattoos: General Tattoo Inspo ( x, x, x )

Highlights

- Death Skull on his left shoulder close to collarbone, able to be seen from straight on

- “Тарасов” or Tarasov in Russian under left collarbone

- a shitty stick n poke pansy on his thigh, given by Saint around ten years ago

- “Ignorant Style” tattooing, really vibe with @/bad.badtattoos on ig’s style ( here, here, here, here, here, here, here, )

Piercings: Earlobes

Marks/scars: Freckles across skin, though none too pronounced. A few scars from drunken shenanigans gone wrong — Sacha really becomes reckless when he drinks.

Clothing style: Varied. Some days, they’re very casual, slouching on stupid graphic tee with jeans, other days are more like sleek designer boots and trendy, high waisted pants.

Jewelry: On dressed-up days, Sacha might swap his basic silver hoop earrings for something with shine, or might throw on a sleek watch to impress. His family has passed down two items of significance: a signet ring meant for each patriarch of the Tarasov family, and his grandfather’s pocket watch. Neither are worn or used on regular occasion, though might be broken out when Sacha is sent on official Tarasov Media Conglomerate business.

Allergies: None

PSYCHOLOGY.

MBTI type: INTJ - The Architect

Enneagram type: Type eight - The Challenger ( independent, stubborn, determined )

Moral alignment: Neutral Evil

Element: Fire

Emotional stability: Sacha keeps emotions hidden well beneath surface, often disguising one emotion as another, whatever is the most useful for the situation. Most of the time, people perceive him as detached and cold, making it hard for him to maintain regular relationships for long.

Introvert or extrovert?: Extroverted

Obsession: Finding people’s weaknesses

Phobias: Snakes! Egads!

Drug use: Recreational, mainly drugs like ketamine, molly, acid

Alcohol use: Daily, mainly vodka

Prone to violence?: No, would rather use their snakey ways

Prone to crying?: hahaha, no

Believe in love at first sight?: No

MANNERISMS.

Accent: With years of effort and practice, Sacha manages to disguise his natural Russian inflection with something closer to a Southern English accent, though it’s not perfect and you can hear it on occasion, especially if he’s been drinking

Hobbies: Binging shit TV, giving shitty stick-n-poke tattoos, making shitty tunes on the piano, listening to music, demanding aux privileges

Habits: Drinking, smoking, lying their ass off

Nervous tics: Clenching jaw

Drives/motivations: Power, control, greed, attention

Fears: Failure, losing control, submitting to others

Sense of humor?: Kinda fucked up tbh

Do they curse often?: Tastefully

FAVORITES.

Animal: Bears

Beverage: Iced Coffee or Vodka

Book: Bret Eason Ellis’s American Psycho

Colors: Green, Purple, Silver

Food: PIZZA! but a childhood comfort food is syrniki

Flower: Orchids

Gem: Chalcedony

Mode of transportation: Land Rover

Scent: Vanilla, Oud, Tobacco

Weather: Cloudy, breezy

Vacation destination: Swiss Alps

ATTITUDES.

Greatest dream: Becoming bigger and more influential than his father ever was

Greatest fear: Missing a huge opportunity, becoming irrelevant, being controlled

Most at ease when: exerting control

Least at ease when: being forced into something

Biggest achievement: Making a name for himself outside of Russia / Becoming the benefactor of Death

Biggest regret: Not negotiating with Uriel to enter Death as a Seraphim x

#task.#about.#drugs cw #alcohol cw #it's task day for sacha

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langernameohnebedeutung · 5 years

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when they re-cast Magneto, should the actor need to speak at least some german?

Naah I don’t really see much of a reason for him to speak German. For one Ian McKellen delivered a really amazing performance and he didn’t need to speak German once to clarify exactly who he was and where he came from. So it’s definitely not necessary.And if they included scenes where he speaks German (or any other language, after all dude got around) I’d prefer it if they kept the whole film in English if necessary and suspense-d of disbelief-ed the scenes where characters are supposedly speaking a different language. It’s...just really weird to listen to actors pretending to speak your language (and often you don’t understand what they’re saying and you can tell they are struggling to focus on their acting as well as pretend to know what words they’re saying).

We also get this weird dynamic where Fassbender suddenly switches to English mid-scene when talking to another German guy to make it more dramatic or yells at God in English or speaks English to Polish factory workers he’s known for ten years and who live behind the Iron Curtain and definitely don’t know any English. Obviously, they’re using the other languages as a device for the parts of the audience who don’t speak the language - for example the supposedly Russian Captain in First Class is actually Croatian afaik and the Swiss banker definitely not a native French-speaker. The Spanish guy in the bar even had to get dubbed over in the Spanish version of the film. It’s kinda funny if you think about it how they deliberate write their scripts and shoot their scenes to help China cut out any gay scenes but force the entire world to switch language settings mid-film to make their scenes look authentic. That’s some priorities, baby. Plus they switch to English when the actual ‘content’ and ‘acting’ is supposed to happen.Honestly, my only language demand for the new actor playing Mags would be to give him an accent when he speaks English. For one, his identity as an refugee and immigrant is really central to the character and his ideas and his fears - and the practical reason: He learnt English relatively late and he would have an accent speaking it. Especially giving him a British accent is such an over to the top, stereotypical “villain” choice, because Magneto doesn’t have and never had a meaningful relationship to Great Britain. It’s particularly ironic because in the original films, Magneto says he came to America directly after the war as a young boy - so that’s where he would have learnt most of his English. Instead he has a British accent. It’s just such a weird choice for Magneto. Plus having an accent is canon so fight me, Marvel-

#fandom #marvel #x men #erik lehnsherr #Anonymous

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jacewilliams1 · 4 years

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Flying away—two experiences flying outside the US

I am not referring to leaving. I am referring to flying in other countries away from home where customs, regulations and people are different. I have only flown in two other countries but each was an interesting experience in different ways. In Iran, where I spent a year Fulbright Grant teaching at Tehran University, life was a challenge in many ways. Language and culture were an obstacle to teaching. The challenge was dealing with obstacles, including the government, its bureaucracy, and its secret police. I would summarize it as a year of obstruction and frustration.

When I learned that there was a glider operation at Doshen Tappeh airport where civilians could fly, I decided that would be my relief from the university. I was to learn that obstruction and frustration prevailed in all aspects of Iranian life. There was some relief at the glider field in that there were many of us foreigners in the club. We all shared a mutual love of soaring. We could compare notes on what we had learned about overcoming the obstacles or just relieve stress by complaining to each other.

Flying anything in Iran, even a glider, is frustrating.

The glider club, like almost every activity in Iran, was supported and controlled by government bureaucracy, often with many nonsensical rules. The rules often seemed to be created to prevent enjoyment or accomplishment. Everything was supplied and controlled by the government. The support personnel, a winch crew, the maintenance staff, and the instructors employed by the government, seemingly had no interest in the activity and did not really understand the interest we had in soaring.

The operations chief changed frequently and the operation rules changed each time. It was rumored that each new chief got the job because of a mistake made somewhere else and the position was actually punishment. The new chief‘s sole concern was to have nothing go wrong in his new position, so he established very restrictive rules to avoid that. With each new arriving chief, all pilots would be required to do another check ride with an instructor. No previous flight checks were trusted. This used up a lot of good flying time. Often when thermal activity was good, either the winch crew would leave with the winch because it was time for tea (the national drink—chai, pronounced cha eee) or flying was cancelled by the chief because of “too much turbulence.”

Since all gliders had radios, you were constantly bothered by being asked what your altitude was. There was a weird rule that you had to be wearing a parachute if you were above a certain altitude. If you were flying without a chute and reported an altitude too high, you were told to come down. It was hot in Iran and chutes were a discomfort. Chutes are necessary when flying with many other gliders and collisions are possible. We seldom had many gliders in the air and none flying near each other so no chute was necessary.

This rule was circumvented by using a method developed by Fred Sharp, a Canadian with much experience in the Middle East and India. Fred said each time you arrive at the field, find out who the new chief is, and ask him repeatedly what the parachute altitude is. This was not so you would not forget, but that he wouldn’t forget what he told you and create a new one while you were in flight. If asked your altitude, you made sure your reply was an altitude below that. This could not be contradicted from the ground. In spite of all the obstacles at the glider field, it did help me survive everything else in Iran. at least for a year.

The other flying I did away from the US was twice in Switzerland, two years apart. I flew gliders at Grenchen in the western part of the country, adjacent to the 2000-foot Jura mountains near the French border. In spite of not being fluent in German, I could speak enough to be made translator on one occasion for a couple of other Americans there. The purpose was to tell them that all landings at Grenchen were to be full stall landings, not wheel landings. The checkouts were simple, brief, and approval was given by the universal word OK. I was then towed up by the mountains in a Schleicher K 8 glider to use the ridge lift.

On one of the occasions the wind was from France, so I was towed over the mountain ridge. I then discovered the wind was at an angle to the mountain face and not producing much lift. I could see pastures below and thought I would be landing out trying to avoid cows on the rollout. It would be a long trailer retrieve across the mountains back to the field.

I spotted a long, narrow ridge which had a spoon-shaped notch in one end that faced into the wind and I decided to see if this notch was producing any lift. I flew to where I suspected lift and fortunately found some. It was narrow and not very strong. I was able to climb in it by flying tight, steep circles. Each time I got to the altitude of the main mountain ridge, the lift died out. I had no other choice but to keep trying to use it for more altitude but the result was the same. After four attempts I got high enough that I thought I could clear the ridge and make it back to Grenchen.

I left the lift and headed directly for the ridge. I made it across but I startled a farmer cutting hay with a scythe in an alpine meadow by flying about fifty feet above his hayfield. The field sloped away toward Grenchen. I paralleled the slope until the mountain dropped almost vertically. Suddenly my altitude above the ground changed from fity feet to two thousand and a clear glide back to Grenchen airport.

I ate in the little airport restaurant and heard a comment made by another nearby diner that I always remember. He had just returned from an aerobatic flight in a Bücher Jungmeister biplane. It was not about flying. It was about my attempts at German and the local food. He spoke English about as well as I spoke German. I had ordered in German with a little hesitation so it was clear I was not a local. When the other diner was asked by the waiter how the food was, he replied in accented English, no doubt for my benefit, “For vat it vas… It vas aaalll right.” The food was simple but delicious, contrary to his remark. I have since often thought of using that in many restaurants that were not that good.

There were quite a few glider pilots who were there from elsewhere, other parts of Switzerland and also Germany. They had brought their gliders and were staying in a dormitory that had been built into a hangar. I arrived early one morning and found them eating breakfast at picnic tables outside the dormitory. One of them asked me where I was from. I told him America and added I was half Swiss and half German. I believe I said this in German: “ halb Schweizer, halb Deutcher.”

Flying gliders in Switzerland is a great way to learn about a foreign country.

This brought an immediate response from several of them, both Swiss and Germans. I heard “das ist unmöglich,” that’s impossible, and a good natured argument broke out among the whole group. It seemed to end with the Swiss telling the Germans that they would not be flying there if they were allowed to fly in their own country, without all the regulations imposed by the government. Besides, the Swiss said, it was better flying in Switzerland anyhow. I had inadvertently started a ruckus. I then remembered my mom, who was Swiss, and my dad, who was German, would kid each other the same way.

My checkout in a Super Cub in Switzerland was at Le Locle, a tiny town right on the French border. French was spoken in that area. There was a very nice, small airport there. I was there because I had met a Dutch girl, Desiree Vierheim, who was managing the desk of the hotel in La Chaux De Fonds, where I was staying. I was visiting there to attempt to have a clock I design produced. She knew of nearby places that she had not yet visited. I had a VW Squareback I bought and picked up in Germany to use and then ship home. She became my guide in the region as well as a translator. I provided transportation. She spoke at least five languages: Dutch, English, French, German, Spanish, and maybe Italian.

We went to Le Locle to a locally well known, excellent restaurant. While in Le Locle I spotted the airport. I asked her if she had ever flown in a small plane. She said no and was reluctant to try. The airport had a Super Cub and I had flown Super Cubs in America. I was checked out by a French-speaking instructor. The checkout was brief: a trip around the pattern and again the universal word OK on landing. During my checkout, Desiree had been convinced to go for a ride with me in the Cub by the airport manager. He convinced her I was a capable pilot and she would enjoy it.

We took off and flew along the Doubs River on the French border, viewing some beautiful country. At some point I attempted to turn back to the field and was disturbed to learn I could not budge the stick to use the ailerons to bank into the turn. It would move fore and aft, but not side to side. I began to worry and think both of how to use only the rudder for turns to control the aircraft for landing and if I should tell Desiree, who had initially been reluctant to fly, that we had a problem. Cubs have tandem seating and dual controls. I looked back at Desiree to see if she was aware of our problem and how she might be reacting, when I discovered what our problem was.

Desiree was not enjoying the flight as much as I was. I could see she was quite tense and had tightly pressed her legs together against the control stick. Desiree was the problem. When I was able to get her to relax and give control of the Cub back to me, we landed. She enjoyed the restaurant, which was excellent, much more than the flight. I had forgotten flying is not a joy and addiction that all of us share.

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thearrangment-phff · 7 years

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III. Love At First Sight

May 2016

This was the day. Isabella was dressed in a casual way hoping her future husband didn't see her as a stuck up little girl. Charles had told her that Harry would be by her apartment sometime past 5 and Isabella even offered to have Harry sleepover for the weekend, to which Charles agreed.

Isabella and Harry needed not only to make their relationship look real, but they need to get to know each other first. Isabella could hear her mother and father's voice to just be herself. Isabella's parents came from a family and generation were royals married other royals. Although Carl Christian and Marie Astrid didn't seem to mind who their children married as long as they were in love. Isabella was an exception because the Prince of Wales picked her personally.

She would marry Harry, become a Duchess, pop out some babies, and live the rest of her life in solitude. There was a moment where she was on her laptop, scrolling through the news feed, when she replayed the Prince of Wales words, "A marriage to your daughter brings a lot more to us than she realizes."

So, she picked off what advantage could she bring. She was an Archduchess of Austria that was a big deal since the empire and monarchies of Austria-Hungary were abolished. She was just a title but she had like a dozen cousins that were Archdukes and Archduchesses because of it. Through her father, she had less than a handful of Austrian-Hungarian princesses as cousins and maybe 50-second cousins for him too.

Her mother was slightly more connected. Marie Astrid was born a Princess of Luxembourg, making Isabella the granddaughter of one Grand Duke of Luxembourg and the niece of another. Her uncle Henri was currently serving Luxembourg as its Grand Duke for about 20 years now. Her grandfather Jean abdicated the position when she was a small girl. She had faint memories of his abdication and her uncle Henri assuming his new role.

Isabella had 2 more uncles, Jean and Guillaume. She was close to her uncle Prince Jean of Luxembourg because he had children around Isabella's age. Her cousin Wenceslas and her were born some 16 days apart and they were inseparable for a while when they were younger. Isabella's aunt Margaretha had married of Prince of Liechtenstein and back then, that was a big deal. She had 4 cousins from her aunt that were slightly older and was only really close to her cousin Josef.

Isabella's family was well known in Luxembourg and Belgium. Her maternal grandmother was a Princess of Belgium making her somehow related to the current King of Belgium but it was her parents who really had royal cousins. Her mother's cousins include German counts and countesses, German dukes and duchesses, Prince and Princesses of Ligne, as well as two kings of Belgium, one of which was the former King Albert II of Belgium.

Her father's cousins include Prince and Princess of Ligne, a lot of Archdukes, and Prince and Princesses of Liechtenstein. It was then she realized that a marriage to her would bring some things. The British royal family was accused of being distant with other European royal families over the years.

Isabella remembered the funeral of Queen Fabiola of Belgium, who also happened to Isabella’s godmother. Fabiola was always so kind to Isabella and to everyone. To which Fabiola confessed her happiness was brought forth even more after losing her children in five different pregnancies and her husband. All royal families came to Belgium to mourn except the British Royal Family. Isabella remembered hearing for weeks about how rude and disrespectful to was one them to not be present at a European Queen’s funeral. Albert II of Belgium, her uncle Henri Grand Duke of Luxembourg, and several other titled men scolded at the idea that the Queen of the United Kingdom couldn't even send one person to the funeral as a representative.

Marie Astrid told Isabella once that once the Queen and her son were dead no one in Europe would ever respect the British royal family again. Maybe that was why Charles wanted her to marry his youngest son?

There was a knock at the door and Isabella took in a deep breath before opening the door. She came face to face with the tall, red-headed, prince she was to marry in no time. They gave each other small smiles before Harry spoke.

"If you don't mind my RPO's have to take a look around."

Isabella nodded, "Yes, of course," and moved out of the way to let the two men look around her small apartment, "Please come in I don't want you to stand in the hallway."

Harry only took a couple of steps forward as he looked around the small apartment. He didn't want to move until the RPO's said everything was fine. Isabella's apartment was so small it didn't take long before they nodded at the Prince before existing.

Isabella looked at them with a slightly confused look and Harry cleared things over, "They'll stand outside to give us more privacy."

"Oh okay," there was a small break of silence that Isabella hated, "Please sit down I don't want to be rude."

Harry nodded following her to a stool. She didn't have a large living room and her kitchen was even smaller with a small table and two stools on either side.

"Your English is better than I thought. Pa said you were German," began Harry before Isabella had widened her eyes.

"No, I'm not German. I can speak German but I'm Swiss. Born in Geneva actually," explained Isabella.

"I'm sorry. I heard German was your first language and I assumed-"

Isabella cut him off immediately, "It was French actually."

Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "French? Why tell people German?"

"French was my first language because I could communicate with my mother's cousins in Belgium and my cousins in Luxembourg. I can speak it but I had this horrible accent and eventually told people German was my first language because I use to have a thick German accent for some odd reason. I was learning both at the time so it isn't a total lie."

"And when did you learn English?" Asked Harry.

"Um... for a boarding school in Kent actually. I went to school with a cousin of mine but he isn't actually my cousin, but is. All I know we are related somehow" chuckled Isabella.

"So, you learned English there or-"

"Learned English to not be the odd one out. My accent is weird as you can hear," smiled Isabella.

Harry gave an involuntary laugh only a second later giving an apology, "I didn't want to say anything."

"Well learning so many languages can do that," exclaimed Isabella.

"How many languages do you speak?" Asked Harry.

"Well, there's German, French, English, Spanish, and a bit of Dutch and Luxembourgish."

"Dutch and Luxembourgish? Those are different."

"I was curious about Dutch because some of my family speaks it! My mom knows Luxembourgish and she taught me some things."

"You seem more American too," teased Harry.

"I spent a couple of years in the States for school for your information. Their behavior was easy to pick up," smiled Isabella, "Enough about me. Tell me some things about you."

"You didn't do any research on me that moment this was arranged?" Asked Harry with one of his eyebrows up.

"Don't flatter yourself, red prince, you don't intrigue me that much. I've spent my whole life with titled people you aren't any different," laughed Isabella, "Besides who says any of those things are true."

"You are right," Harry paused trying to think of something, "I like chocolate."

"Chocolate?" Isabella gave him a small pause in return, "I hate chocolate actually and it's a shame because Swiss chocolate is supposed to be amazing."

"How can you hate chocolate? You’re a shame of a Swiss girl since you hate chocolate," joked Harry.

"Okay red prince tell me something else about yourself."

"… I like to play polo"

"A rich boy's sport," added Isabella.

"I play for charities mostly," corrected Harry.

"Something else?"

"Skiing. I love skiing. One time I went to the South Pole with wounded servicemen and women for Walking With The Wounded. It was for different charities all of the world for veterans. It was absolutely amazing," gushed Harry with a slight smile on his face making Isabella get this warm feeling in her stomach.

"That's amazing. I know you are big on helping veterans and soldiers and such. It's amazing that you do it. In some time, I would love to be a part of those charities should you allow it."

Harry looked at her confused on the last part, "Of course you could. It's not my place to tell you what to do."

Isabella nodded at him, "How about another fact about you?"

"Star Wars or Star Trek?" Asked Harry hoping she would say the right answer.

"Star Trek hands down," laughed Isabella making Harry smile and nod her, "I'm guessing that was the right answer.

"Yup. What about nicknames? Do you have one?" Asked Harry.

"Just Belle. You?"

"Well, technically Harry is a nickname since my name is Henry. My friends use to call me Spike, or Spike Wells because my hair was always up."

Isabella laughed at him, "I would love to see a picture of that."

"Just google me in my early teen years and I can guarantee you, you'll find many embarrassing pictures of me."

"Oh, I will," laughed Isabella.

Harry noted in that second, he liked her laugh, "Do you like dogs?"

"I don't know... I never had one as a child. So, I wouldn't know."

"… Maybe we can get a dog later."

Isabella nodded and smiled at him, "Okay. You know I came into this conversation knowing I would like you. Your father said we have things in common and he wasn't wrong about that."

Harry looked at her for a second knowing her words were genuine, "I'd say the same thing. We could be friends in this marriage if you'd like. We don't have to resent each other," bargained Harry.

"Sure. We have to get our stories straight starting now. We have to be a couple in public and for the cameras you know."

"Yes. So, who knows about this arrangement?"

"Just my parents. My brothers and sisters don't know."

"I didn't even ask about your family," said Harry in slight guilt.

"No that's fine. I tell you about them really fast, I have an older sister Marie Christine. Either or both is fine I just her Christi. Then there's Imre, Christoph, and Alexander. Then there's me, and finally, the youngest of us all is Gabriella. I call her Ella. Who knows from your family about this whole thing?"

"Just pa and granny. I only have one brother. Must have been... different to have so many siblings."

Isabella laughed at him, "That's one way to put in. I hated my sisters and my brother never wanted to play with me. I was always making an excuse to visit my cousins because they actually liked me."

There was another small silence that Isabella hated. Every once in a while, their conversation would end like this, "So what do we tell people when they ask where we met?"

"Oh well, I guess we can say through a friend. Vague enough but won't press too many questions," answered Isabella.

"What about how long we've been dating?" Asked Harry.

"Well when's the last time you had a girlfriend?"

"I think about this time 2 years ago. What about you? When's the last time you had a boyfriend."

"Well way long before that. So we'll say that we've been dating since... November of 2014. Does that sound good?"

"Sure. Why November?"

"Well, you don't want it to close to when you broke up with your girlfriend because that could lead to rumors we don't need. And besides November 1st is my birthday and it kind of popped into my head immediately," explained Isabella.

"Okay. My birthday is September 15."

"I'll remember that. So, I guess our two-year anniversary is coming up I hope you have something wonderful planned," joked Isabella.

"So, uh, since we have about a year until we're forced to walk down the aisle, and this year is about getting to know each other, you should come to London. You know to get to know each other and smile for the press and all."

God, he didn't even know why he was so nervous with her now. She gave him a small smile and nod, "Okay. You are right. We have to be a real couple in their eyes. Fair warning, I am very affectionate. My father always said it was the Habsburg blood in me."

Harry liked her smile. He liked her laugh. He liked her, but simply in a friendly manner, "Good. So uh since I'm staying here..."

Isabella noticed his nerves getting the best of him, "Yes, of course... uh, the couch turns into a bed so that's where you'll be sleeping. It isn't bad actually."

"Okay. I think I should send the guys to the hotel then," said Harry as he got up and walked towards the door.

Isabella slipped from her chair and walked towards the kitchen. She was going to make pasta for them tonight as a kind gesture. Harry returned with a smile on his face and Isabella explained she was making food for the both of them. He even offered to help but Isabella had objected to the whole idea.

It took almost an hour before they were once again seated across from each other with wine and pasta in front of them. Isabella looked to him before touching her food

"Why did you agree to marry me?"

Harry froze. He couldn't answer because, in all honesty, he couldn't give her a full one, "Why did you?"

Isabella thought about her words carefully, "I guess because my father wanted me to. I never doubt his intentions. I learned from a young age that he's right even when he doesn't want to be. What about you?"

"My relationships haven't always gone well for me in a while. After my last relationship, I thought that I would never find anyone who could handle my life. Then pa comes to me saying he found this girl he wanted to meet and he tells me some things about you. I even said that she wouldn't like the royal duties that come with me so she wouldn't want me. Then he told me that you have your own title and I thought that maybe this girl won't use me for that part then. That was shattered when pa said I would have to marry you next year either way. I was angry, but then I realized-"

"You agreed to me before you knew so why shouldn't you after?" Finished Isabella.

"Kind of. Ed, my secretary explained the reason behind pa wanting me to marry you and then he explained that our marriage would be even more of a big deal because royals marrying each other hasn't happened in almost 20 years."

"Basically, a marriage to me would bring its advantages, right?"

Harry nodded at Isabella, "It also had its disadvantages, but those were few, and there were way more advantages really."

"Name one," asked Isabella.

"A connection to Austria, Luxembourg, Liechtenstein, and Belgium in the bigger picture. It's a dynastic marriage in the eyes of Europe."

"Last one between reigning houses was my aunt Margaretha to a Prince of Liechtenstein. She's a big deal in the eyes of the old elite and so are her children, my cousins. My father always said that aunt Margaretha was different, but I don't know if that was a compliment or an insult," wondered Isabella.

"I heard the same thing from Ed. Pa told me to meet you before I decided anything rash like giving up my titles or something worse."

"You would give up your titles so you wouldn't have to marry me?"

"Now we'll never know."

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IVAN RAKITIĆ TALKING ABOUT HIS WIFE, SEVILLA AND FC BARCELONA:

I have a story for Hollywood. It’s a romantic comedy. But it’s actually real. It starts with a Croatian guy walking into a bar …

It was 2011. I was 21 years old. I arrived in Spain really late — maybe 10 o’clock at night. I had been playing for Schalke in Germany for the past four years, and Seville were all set to sign me the next morning. All I had to do was take my medical test and sign the papers.

My older brother Dejan was traveling with me, and when we got to the hotel, we had a late dinner with some people from the club. For whatever reason, I was a little bit nervous after dinner, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. So I said to my brother, “Let’s have a drink and then we’ll go to bed.”

Those words changed my life.

Because the woman who happened to be working at the hotel bar was … Wow. This is the part of the movie where everything goes into slow motion, you know? She was so beautiful.

I said to myself, O.K., Seville. Wow. I like this place.

But I couldn’t say anything to her other than “Hola,” because I didn’t know any Spanish. I spoke German, English, Italian, French and Serbo-Croatian, but no Spanish. It was terrible.

So my brother and I were just sitting there, having a chat, when someone from another big European club called my brother on the phone. They said that they had heard that we had arrived in Seville, and they wanted to send a plane to come pick us up so I could go and sign with them instead.

We didn’t have a formal agreement with Seville yet. It was a big step for me to move to Spain, and maybe a big risk. New country, new language. I didn’t know anyone there. The team who wanted to send the plane for me — let’s just say it might have been an easier adjustment.

So my brother said, “What do you want to do?”

I told him, “Well … I said ‘Yes’ to the president of Seville already, and my words are worth more than a signature.”

He said, “Alright, I’ll tell them.”

Then I pointed across the bar and I said, “You see our waitress? I am going to play here for Seville, and I am going to marry this woman.”

My brother was laughing. He said, “O.K., whatever you say.” He thought I was joking.

The waitress came back and asked if we were finished, and I said to my brother, “You know, I’m still a bit nervous. I don’t think I can sleep. Let’s have another drink.”

The next day, I signed my contract with Seville, and I lived in that hotel for three months while I searched for a house. So every single morning, I went to the hotel bar for a coffee and an orange Fanta so that I could see the beautiful waitress.

All I knew was that her name was Raquel. She didn’t speak any English, and I didn’t speak any Spanish. So every single day …

“Buenos días, Raquel. Un café y un Fanta naranja.”

I don’t know how to explain it. Sometimes, you meet someone and you just have a different feeling. Whenever I saw her, it was like a bomb went off inside me. Week after week, I slowly started to learn some Spanish words, and if I was struggling, I would use my hands a lot to try to explain what I was trying to say to her.

She thought that was funny. She was like, “Me … Jane. You … Tarzan.”

I was drinking so much coffee it was ridiculous.

I probably asked her out 20 or 30 times.

She never said no, but she always made an excuse that she had to work and then go to bed. After three months, I moved into my house, and I remember feeling really sad, because I thought maybe it was over. But I didn’t give up. I would still drive into town and go for a coffee at the hotel all the time.

If she wasn’t working, I’d walk straight back out the door and go to another place. If she was there, it made my day.

By then, my Spanish was getting better, so we could talk a little more. I forced myself to watch Spanish TV and listen to Spanish radio all the time. I think I’m lucky, because for whatever reason, people from the Balkans seem to have a talent for learning languages.

One day, Raquel finally explained why she wouldn’t go out with me. She said, “You’re a footballer. You could be moving to another country next year. Sorry, but no.”

You know, I’m not the biggest guy in the world, so I thought, Shit, maybe she sees me and she doesn’t think I’m going to be very good and Seville will sell me in the summer.

Part of my motivation when I went to training was to establish myself in the squad so that I would be around for awhile and this girl would finally have dinner with me. It literally took me seven months. I arrived on January 27. On August 20, I got a text: She’s in the bar with her sister having a drink! Not working!

See, at this point, pretty much everybody in the town knew my story, so someone was in the bar and they tipped me off with a text. I refuse to name my source 🙂

I called a friend and we drove right to the hotel, and I took a seat right next to Raquel, and I said, “O.K., you’re not working. You finally have time to come to dinner with me.”

She was surprised. She said she didn’t know, maybe …

I said, “No. I’m not leaving. I know you’re with your sister and everything, but we have to start today. Let’s go. We’ll all go.”

So we all went out together.

The next day, we met for lunch, and we have been together ever since. Six years together, with two beautiful daughters now. And it was the hardest thing I’ve done in my life. It was harder than winning the Champions League, and it took nearly as long.

It was especially funny when I met her family for the first time. At that point, I was feeling pretty confident with my Spanish, but then you get around a big family and, my God … they were speaking so fast, and with the Seville accent, which is a little bit different.

Her dad was trying to make jokes with me, and I had no idea what the hell he was saying. I would just pretend I knew and laugh anyway. But he could tell I had no idea what was going on, so finally he said, “It doesn’t matter. Give me two or three months and you will understand everything.”

I think this is the special character of the people from Seville. They have a really open spirit and receive everyone like family. It was funny because my wife doesn’t care about football at all, so I thought maybe her family was the same. But they’re big Seville supporters. My wife’s grandfather had already passed away when I met her, but her father told me that when he went into the hospital during his final days, the nurses took off his clothes and put him in a hospital gown, but when they tried to take off his watch, he refused.

It was his special Seville watch.

He said, “No, this stays with me. To the very end. If I go, I go with my club.”

I think people don’t really understand how much footballers are affected by the people in their lives. When we’re interviewed, people always ask about managers and tactics and training, but they almost never ask about what’s going on off the pitch. And to me, that’s just as important to your career. In the span of six years, I moved from Switzerland to Germany to Spain, and it was a really intense and lonely experience at times. I was a pretty good player at Basel and Schalke, but I always felt like I was missing something.

When I met my wife, I felt as though I really had something to play for, and my career went to another level after that. We had a lot of special years in Seville. In 2013, I was named the first foreign captain of the club since Maradona. That was such a special honor for me, especially because of how much the club meant to my wife’s grandfather.

It was also a very proud moment for me because of my history. My parents are from Croatia, but they immigrated to Switzerland just before the start of the Bosnian War because they could feel the danger coming. I grew up in Switzerland idolizing Robert Prosinečki. He was a hero for Croatians, and he played for Real Madrid, Barcelona and Seville when I was a kid. I was lucky to have a very normal life with my friends in Switzerland and be untouched by the war. But for a long time, it was impossible for my family to go back to Croatia. I think the first time we went back was when I was seven years old, just to see my grandparents. So for me, going to school in Switzerland surrounded by Swiss friends, my Croatian identity was tied to Prosinečki and the national team.

My mother likes to tell a story. When I started going to school, I came home after the third or fourth day and I said, “Mom, I don’t want to go anymore. I just want to play. How many years do I have to do this?”

And she said, “Nine years.”

And so I said, “Nine years? O.K., I’ll go for nine years, but not one day more.”

And that’s pretty much how it happened. At 17, I went to play football professionally for Basel. My dream was very clear. I wanted to be Robert Prosinečki. So to be able to go play in Spain like he did, and to actually be named Seville’s captain, it was just incredible.

When Barcelona wanted to sign me in 2014, it was quite an interesting experience, because my wife’s family obviously wanted me to stay. But they also knew that you only have one opportunity to move to the biggest club in the world. So in the end, they supported whatever I decided. It was a pretty difficult decision for us — much more difficult than you might expect. But the club said that they were satisfied with the fee that Barcelona were willing to pay, and they supported the move. It made me very happy to leave on good terms, because my whole life changed at Seville.

My wife’s father was like, “O.K., good luck, but when you guys play against Seville … Well, I’m sorry.”

It is every boy’s dream to play for Barcelona. I remember when I arrived for the presentation, I walked into the dressing room, and they had my boots waiting for me at my locker, and I got goosebumps looking at the boots. I was thinking, These are not just boots. These are my Barcelona boots.

As a footballer, of course you want to win games and titles. But to be a part of this club is something different. Full respect to all the other big clubs, but at Barcelona, I think there is a special feeling with the people of the city, and with people all over the world.

As a playmaker, I am blessed to play with the greatest attackers in the world. With Messi, for example, the whole world sees his brilliance in the games. But you have to multiply that by 20 or 50 for what he’s doing in the training sessions. It is a joy for me, just as a fan of pure football, to be able to play with him every day. But it’s not just him — it was Neymar and Xavi, and now Suárez, Iniesta, Piqué. There is a rhythm to the way we try to play — it’s like a big machine. When you hit the button, all the pieces inside already know what to do. It’s one thing to see it on TV, or to play against Barcelona, and it’s another thing to experience it for yourself. If you don’t enjoy football in Barcelona, then you don’t enjoy football.

If you don’t enjoy football in Barcelona, then you don’t enjoy football.

For me, every single day is still a pleasure if I’m playing football. I left Switzerland 10 years ago to pursue my dream abroad, and I’m very lucky that I ended up here in Barcelona. I hope to wear the shirt for many more years.

I think that when I arrived here, some of the players were a bit surprised by how well I spoke Spanish (with a Seville accent), and that was very helpful for me in adapting to the dressing room culture. I have my wife to thank for that. She is the reason I was able to grow from Tarzan, to the captain of Seville, to a champion at Barcelona.

Our older daughter is four years old now, and she’s starting to understand just how seriously people take football in Barcelona. We’re trying to predict whether she’s going to be obsessed with football like me, or not care about it at all, like her mother. Right now, she’s kind of in the middle.

If I’m at home watching football on TV and somebody scores, she gets really mad. She says, “No! You have to score the goal!”

It doesn’t even matter if it’s Messi or Suárez. No. It’s not good enough. It has to be Daddy who scores. He can’t assist, he has to score. So I’m doing my best. Maybe I will try to talk to Leo about this.

Source: https://www.theplayerstribune.com/ivan-rakitic-barcelona/amp/

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"i have no idea what you're saying even tho we both speak swiss german" au. (i had this classmate from schaffhausen and she had a heavy accent and everytime she talks to me i have to ask her to repeat like 3 times, and like in the end i give up and just nod and smile hoping she DIDN'T ASK FOR ANYTHING LMAO)

OMG HOLD ON

Christophe’s first language was French. While he had no difficulty living with that since he had trained in Champery all his life. But going around in Valais meant you were bound to pick up the local Swiss German dialect, especially when socializing with the locals. Sure enough, that, French, and English were all he needed to know when he needed to travel here and overseas.

But after the last Europeans championship, his score was so so close to Victor’s that coach couldn’t help but feel that he lacked in something. Chris, of course, never blamed anyone for his own shortcomings. So when coach insisted they needed to relocate his home rink for a change, Chris asked him to take a short vacation instead.

Definitely, that meant he can visit him in Zurich for a few days before coach comes back home from a week’s stay at the Therme Vals. Oh how Christophe missed his lover, he barely visited Champery that year because of his studies in university. But this time, a surprise visit was in order.

And then a surprise language barrier HAHAHAHA rip boyfriend

#replies #i was writing this aND THEN I SAW SOMETHING AND FORGOT WHAT DIRECTION I WAS GOING LMAO IM SORRY #but u get the idea HAHAHA #suisse anon #Anonymous

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weareallstilllearningright · 4 years

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gadgetsrevv · 5 years

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Moritz Bauer makes Celtic Europa League prediction as right-back raves about rival Hatem Abd Elhamed

Well-travelled Moritz Bauer witnessed some of the greatest ever European games last season after calling in favours from friends to land tickets.

Now the on-loan Celtic star aims to create some memories of his own as he prepares to make his Hoops Euro bow against Cluj at Parkhead tomorrow night.

Bauer is buddies with Liverpool’s Xherdan Shaqiri from their time together in the Swiss international youth set-up.

And the full back was at Anfield on that unforgettable night as Jurgen Klopp’s men staged an incredible comeback to beat the mighty Barcelona 4-0 to book a place in the Champions League Final.

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The 27-year-old is also good friends with Ajax’s Dusan Tadic and was there when they were on the wrong end of another astonishing turnaround as Spurs won at the death in Amsterdam.

And Bauer was at the Wanda Metropolitano Stadium for the final itself with Shaqiri an unused sub for Liverpool’s 2-0 win over their Premier League rivals.

The defender just came up short in his bid to reach the group stage with one of his former clubs Grasshopper Zurich with Lyon, Fiorentina, Lille and Brugge blocking his path on four separate occasions.

But Bauer has the chance to sample it at Celtic starting with tomorrow night’s Europa League Group E revenge mission against the Romanians who eliminated the Hoops from the Champions League qualifiers.

The defender was an unused sub for the 1-1 opening group draw against French Cup winners Rennes.

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And Bauer said: “Last season, because I had such a good contact with Xherdan Shaqiri, I was often at Anfield to watch Champions League nights.

“I was at THAT Barcelona match and it was great. They were quite down after losing the first game 3-0 but they did it. And to be honest I was really blessed because I’m also friends with Dusan Tadic from Ajax so I watched both semi-finals and the final.

“It was like all my Christmases and birthdays came at once. I got tickets for all the games because I had friends in all these teams so it was really interesting.

“It gives you a taste for it and you want to get that with Celtic.

“To play in Europe is a great thing and I can’t wait to experience a European night at Parkhead but we also want to be successful domestically.

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“I played in the playoff round in the Europa League and Champions League for Grasshopper – we played Lyon, Fiorentina, Lille and Brugge.

“It would have been great to qualify for the group stage and we were close. I could smell the atmosphere of European nights.

“We have the squad to do well in Europe and we have more variety in the squad with the players we have added.

“There is a lot of balance which helps because we have six games in three weeks so we will use all the squad.”

Bauer made only his second start for Celtic in the 1-1 draw against Hibs at Easter Road as he filled Hatem Abd Elhamed’s boots.

Israeli international Elhamed has made an impressive start to his Parkhead career and Bauer insists that kind of competition can only help him raise his game.

He said: “Hatem arrived with a slight injury but played a fantastic game in the derby against Rangers. He did a terrific job when needed.

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“We’re different characters and maybe I can add more attacking football while he’s a great defender. We have a lot of games in the next three weeks and will need every player.

“We have to be focused on all competitions. There is no point losing in the league and winning in Europe. It will be different tactics for every game.

“And it’s up to the gaffer how he wants to play with the full backs and that was probably the thinking of the board and the manager when they signed me.

“I’m very happy to be here and the competition should be good because you won’t let your standard drop.

“I can learn from Hatem and he’s an international so we’ll make each other better.

“I try to adapt and I enjoy being part of a good group and I’m lucky to speak different languages.

“I can understand the jokes but the Scottish accent is one I have to get the hang of. Scott Brown is a very funny guy and an iconic figure in this club.

“He has some more years on his CV and more titles and I look forward to learning from him.”

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Bauer has been capped six times for Austria but was left out of boss Franco Foda’s squad for last month’s Euro 2020 qualifiers against Latvia and Poland.

He admitted that was a blessing as he settled into life in Scotland but could be on a collision course with right-back rival Elhamed as they face Israel and Slovenia this month.

He said: “It was the first time I wasn’t too disappointed not to be called up to the national team because I had a lot of things to do and I was able to use the time.

“We are third in the qualifying group, just a point behind Slovenia, and we still have to play them so it’s all to play for in a tight group with Israel, Slovenia and Poland but we’re up there and it’s a big target to qualify.

“I haven’t bought a house yet but I found an apartment. Nobody likes to be in a hotel but there are no excuses.”

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