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dolce-tenebra-toscana · 1 year

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La squadra and what languages (other than italian ) i think they might speak:

Risotto ✂️: Greek 🇬🇷

Italy is very close to Greece, and i think Risotto participated to some summer camps with his church group ( his granny had some connections with the local diocese ) and so he spent 4/5 years of his childhood in the island of Corfù. He knows the basics of the language and can keep up with a conversation but if people start talking to fast his brain shuts down and start singing " Ciuri Ciuri " by Roy Paci.

Prosciutto 🍖: French 🇫🇷

Ok so with Prosciutto is a lil complicated; his mother was a piano teacher that traveled a lot in France for concerts and sometimes he hat to attend to ( or do his own recital) and being the son of two cold hearted perfectionists he was supposed to speak fluently the language at first try. At the age of 15 ( when he decided he had enough of his family and ran away to Napoli ) he decided to put his knowledge aside and speak only in italian or the sicilian dialect, cause his hate for the tongue was rooted so deep inside of him. Eventually Risotto found out about it and knows that if he needs someone to translate some documents in french,Prosciutto is the right man!

Melone 🍈: Chinese 🇨🇳

The city of Prato has one of the largest Chinese community in Italy and Melone, being the lil know it all he is, was more than happy to add this skill to his curriculum. He started when he was in university and of course the first thing he tried to do was flirt with the chinese students from the Erasmus program ( his pronounce was terrible at first and received so many slaps in the face ) but the more he practiced the more he actually started enjoying the complexity and history behind the language. Now he uses it when he has to do some hacker jobs or just finding weird sited for his " alone nights "....yes i know, this mann CAN'T be normal.

Illuso 🔎: German 🇩🇪

Illuso's father was born and raised in Dresden but during a lil trip in Torino, was mesmerized by the beauty of an italian brunette...3 months later he found himself living in a loveless marriage with her and their unborn baby. Now, he didn't love his wife but he truly loved his son and he did everything he could to teach young illuso about his german heritage: he spoke to him in german when his wife wasn't around, sang his childhood's lullabies to him, made illuso watch cartoons and read comic books in german...La Squadra's favourite narcissist may act all tough and brag about his high level skills with the language but truth is, he just remembers fondly those memories with his late father.

Ghiaccio 🧊: Finnish 🇫🇮

You just got your driving licence, you are an angry teen from Veneto and your first car is a green Panda 4x4 that you are using to run away from the police after your parents had " a lil accident ". What's the best thing you can do to let some steam out? Hide in the countryside of Emilia-Romagna, roll up a j*int and listen to Finnish heavy metal music. Ghiaccio had some really tough times before joining la Squadra, and had a lot of pent up anger to let out, so he found comfort in finnish music and while he screamed with their lead singers in a very akward imitation of their dialect he actually slowly started to learn that ancient and interesting tongue. Now he can proudly speaks a fluent Finnish and whenever he has occasion he spends time with Risotto, blasting music and doing some wild karaoke.

Formaggio 🧀: Spanish 🇪🇸

Ok cheese man here is the king of flirting, and what language yells sensuality all over the place ( in his mind at least ): spanish~ He spent MONTHS in Ostia Lido, trying to catch the secrets of the iberic latin lovers and how the get all the ladies during his adolescence and now with his arrogan-ehm confidence, roman charm and smooth talking like an italian Ricky Martin he literally has to peel girls from his body. No seriusly 2/3 times the rest of the team thought he wasn't going to get some that night but the moment he starts lowering his voice and speaking spanish, the girl is already swooning in his arms. Watch out this summer chicas~

#la squadra #jojo part 5 #la squadra headcanons #jjba risotto #jjba prosciutto #jjba illuso #melone jjba #jjba formaggio #jjba ghiaccio #so sorry pesci fans #but i literally had no ideas with him #but now i want prosciutto to speak french to me #voulez vous coucher avec moi monsieur? 👀👀

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tenthgrove · 3 years

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Can you pleasedo headcanons for la squadra with a teammate/so from America with a stereotypical valley girl accent? I think it would be kind of funny lol 🙂

An Unlikely Teammate, but Welcomed Nonetheless

La Squadra x Reader (Fem), SFW

(A/N: just for the record here I’m not American and didn’t actually know what a valley girl was until I looked it up. I love the concept but just wanted to warn you about this incase I’ve gotten the wrong idea from my research)

Formaggio- it’s love at first sight. Formaggio practically bursts out laughing the second he hears your voice but he swears he means it in the best possible way. He finds you a real charmer, and since his style of speech tends to be more casual too it’s easy for the two of you to converse. You’ll be fast friends without a doubt.

Illuso- let’s face facts, you could insert him into a group of Valley Girls and he would fit right in. He just would. For this reason, Illuso will also click well with you. However, he also picks up on how funny your accent sounds when you get angry, so he starts annoying you on purpose just to hear more of it. Some of the scenes you make get everyone laughing. He might be an ass, but you soon get used to it and come to like him.

Prosciutto- oh Lordy lord. Things are off to a... difficult start, let’s say. Prosciutto is immediately off put by the unprofessionalism and pettiness he can hear seeping from your voice. That will never do around here, and you need to fix your attitude! (Yes, Prosciutto is aware of the shambling manchildren that make up the rest of this squad but facing that fact scares him). But over time he comes to see that you are just as competent an assassin as him. Perhaps he shouldn’t judge so much from first impressions, he wonders. It’s dangerous, for someone like him.

Pesci- aww, your voice is really cute! Also, an American? The rest of his team all had similar stories to tell of their childhoods, most of them very miserable, but regardless of whether that’s the case for you perhaps you might have some different experiences to share from your life across the Atlantic. Your voice is unique but soothing, regardless of how abrasive the others say it is. He likes to hear you ramble.

Melone- hm... definitely his type. Your voice conveys a feistiness and energy he adores in women, so he’s eager to learn more about you. His interest you is nothing to be concerned about; he would never harm a teammate! So although the others may get weird about it when you spend time together, your friendship is actually pretty good and wholesome. Though it could always lead to something more if you’re interested.

Ghiaccio-

H̸̤̐O̷̭͝W̴̲͠ ̷̭̾M̵̨̌A̵̠̽Ṅ̷̲Y̴̝͌ ̷̙́T̴̗͆Í̷̘M̴͉̍E̸̹͑S̸͉͊ ̷̲́M̷̢̈́U̶̝̐S̵͎͛T̴̪̀ ̵̦̒I̶̔͜ ̸̯̿R̴̩͠Ë̶̯́P̷̹̈É̶͚A̸̩͘T̷͉͌ ̶͍̇M̸̩̽Y̴̱̓S̵͖͋E̸̳͠L̷̲̆F̸̡̈?̴̺͛ ̸̧̈́“̴̫̀L̴͔͋I̶̮̿Ḱ̶̦E̷̟͝”̷̺̕ ̸̼̈́I̷̜͑S̵̺̕ ̶̗̇N̷̠̅E̸̙̕Ĭ̶̭T̴̻̊H̸̩̒E̴̫͑R̵̞̐ ̶̹͝A̸̯͒ ̴̫͋D̶̗̏I̸̬͝S̷͖͝C̷͕͒O̶̫͋U̷̜̓R̸̜̓S̷̛̰E̸̹͋ ̵̰̿M̴̤̿Ȁ̶̱R̷̡͗K̶͐͜E̵̲̅Ṟ̵̑ ̸̘̚O̶̟͂R̷̢͆ ̵̱̓A̵͓͑ ̵̋ͅQ̴͈͂U̶̝̐O̶̭͌T̷͙̑A̴̛̗T̷̋͜I̵̫͛V̵̱̈́Ḛ̸͌

Your way of speech irks him, to put it mildly. Ghiaccio has no issue with you speaking your native English around the base (since it’s either that or your broken Italian) but can’t you at least speak the normal, unfucked version of the already utterly stupid language? Regardless of the topic he’s going to call you out on every choice of wording you make that annoys him. What stops him in the end? He just gets tired. It’s clear you aren’t going to stop and he honestly doesn’t have the energy for it. Weird words aside, you’re pretty cool, he guesses.

Risotto- not being the sort to call people out on their personal features unless relevant to the matter at hand, Risotto makes no mention of your strange dialect, simply speaking to you as he would anyone else. To someone watching you interact from the outside, it’s hilarious: Risotto’s deep, solemn, authorative tone against your perky, upticked, jittery one, just having a casual chat about murder.

Sorbet- a strange mix between Risotto and Ghiaccio’s reactions. Although he calls you out on some of your stranger choices of dialogue they don’t really bother him that much. To him, it’s just a little quirk he’ll occasionally tease you about. “Come on carina, can you tell me again without saying ‘like’? Could we go a full three minutes without you saying it again? Oh, I know you can do it!” He’ll sometimes say to you, followed by a short, rare laugh.

Gelato- he gets you. Coming from the far north of Italy and having Russians, the French and a couple English folks in his family tree, Gelato has frequently been told his accent is weird by native Italian speakers, especially now he lives down in Naples. He finds your accent funny in the best possible way, and will often make atrocious attempts at mimicking it, much to your and Sorbet’s amusement.

#la squadra #formaggio #formaggio x reader #illuso #illuso x reader #prosciutto #prosciutto x reader #pesci #pesci x reader #melone #melone x reader #ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #sorbet and gelato #sorbet and gelato x reader

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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 5 years

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Side by Side (Wilhelm Wicki x Fem!Reader)

Requested by @perawuat Enjoy! :)

(If anyone wants to be tagged in the Inglourious Basterds fics, let me know :) )

Wicki was more on the quiet side, a little more serious than some of the younger basterds, like Donny and Omar.

Of course, he was not as quiet and distant as Hugo, but...he always just seemed a step further than everyone else. He spent most of his time with Aldo, Hugo, or Donny.

Actually, he seemed to spend more time with everyone aside from you.

Maybe it was because you were the newest, and youngest basterd, and he hadn't quite had the time to bond with you...

But that couldn't be it, you had a good friendship with the rest of the basterds, especially Utivich, who saw you as a God send, since all the rookie jokes were passed on to you. Still, all the short jokes fell on him. Even if you were only an half inch taller than him, he didn’t count it. But the other basterds did.

You'd once caught Wicki smiling slyly at the height of your teasing each other before he turned away.

"Just talk to him." Smitty spoke as he looked in the dusty, cracked mirror of the abandoned hostel you were all hiding in at the time. He dipped his fingers in some water and ran his hand into his hair.

"I...I can't." You clenched your hands around your biceps as you crossed your arms.

"He's not gonna go crazy...actually...he might."

You glanced at him in concern, though he smirked, "I don't remember the last time he went to the whore house with us."

You narrowed your eyes and sighed in disapproval. "Smitty..."

He finished giggling, "Alright, alright. The point is, I think you have a pretty good shot."

"But-"

He sighed as he took off his coat and untucked his shirt, "He's older, he outranks you, and the life you want after the war is different than his."

"Yeah..."

He smiled a little, and sat by you on his bed, the bunk under Omar’s bed. "You're pretty shy for an opera singer, you know?"

You rolled your eyes, though he was right in the end. At 18, you were an up and coming opera singer in France.

Of course, that was in 1940.

Then the nazis came.

The night Paris fell, you were silenced. You were voiceless because you were French. Voiceless because you were young. You were voiceless because you were Jewish.

You couldn’t leave, not without your family. You fled the limelight. You ran. It was too late... The resistance found you, and opted to take you in. You proved to be handy with a knife, and had good eye. You used it to try to find your family...

Three years later, after a job didn't go as planned, you were left for dead by the Nazis in a forest at the edge of France.

That day, your heavy eyes gazed upon the setting red rays of light that fell over the drying colorful leaves. Heavier still, because you knew you would never find your family. It was too late.

You moved your eyes over, after hearing the sounds of crunching leaves, muffled by the deafening, slow drum of your heart. You sensed a shadow falling over you. You wondered if the nazis changed their mind and wanted to make sure you were out of their way.

Everything was hazy, every sound was dull. You had managed to focus, and saw a man crouching by you. He seemed startled when he saw life in your eyes. You didn’t quite know what to make of it, seeing as you were on death’s doorsteps. He looked back, and called something out in German as he pressed two fingers on your neck. Though he was finding a pulse, at the time you feared it would be asphyxia to take you from the world.

You thought he was a nazi, and you thought he would strangle you. You somehow found the strength to pull back, and reach for his hand. Your fist wrapped around his wrist, though your grasp was initially like an iron cuff, you couldn’t hold it, and your arm was trembling.

He placed his other hand over yours, and gently laid it down. “Sh-sh...” He moved hair from your face, which had been matted down by blood and soil. Something about him set him apart.

Another face hovered over you shortly, one you recognized. One that was smuggled from papers out of Germany.

One that was celebrated by the resistance: Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz.

You relaxed your muscles, your head laid back helplessly onto the ground as the unknown man simply asked “Deutsche?” as time was of the essence.

You managed to breathe out, "Nein... Französisch?"

He didn't speak French, "Parle anglais?

"Yes..." his voice was warm, and soothing. You trusted him. You had to. You laid back against the autumn leaves as your eyes wandered up to Wilhelm Wicki's. His voice was somehow forgiving. You wished you remembered what he said, but the world turned black. When you woke up, you were interrogated. After hearing your story, you were welcomed by the basterds.

That was six months ago.

You never could get over Wicki. You glanced at him longer than you should've. You tried to converse, but somehow it was harder to talk to him thatn with the other basterds. And that shockingly included Hugo. You thought you'd get over it eventually. You hoped it was just a crush, after all, Wicki was the one that found you, saved you, and brought you to the basterds....

But that wasn't all.

He was just one of the toughest basterds you’d met in your life... and one of the softest.

You could see the loneliness in his eyes after the basterds' laughter died out, and the cigarette smoke fades, and the bottles were empty.

He was only human.

He was a man...he was a soldier, far from home. In fact, cast out by his home. He had no one waiting for him after the war. You wanted more than anything to hold him, and be the one to make the loneliness go away. You wanted to be the one to walk with him to the end of the war.

But you just couldn't. He was a corporal. You were just a spy. He was older, and just seemed to know so much.

Utivich smiled, "Hey..."

"I..." You crossed your arms, trying desperately to convince yourself of a lie to make it all so much easier, "I don't even like him that much."

"I'm a basterd, not a dumbass. That’s Donny."

You giggled a little, though you rolled your eyes, knowing Utivich would never say it to his face.

"Don’t.... Don't tell him I said that."

You smirked, "No promises."

Utivich sighed as he sat by you again, "Look. I know you really like Wicki."

"Not.... not that much." "Y/n. You haven't even eaten today. You know what time it is? It's tomorrow."

"I was busy."

"You've spent most of the day pacing around in the woods or talking to me. How busy could you really have been?"

"I was...looking for nazis." You shrugged it off, though you were a fairly effective spy, Utivich knew you well enough to know that was a lie.

"When you go out, you don't come back without a scalp. I know you."

"Smitty."

He grinned a little and looked down at his hands, clasped between his legs, "He likes you."

"Don't play these games with me, Smitty."

"I'm not."

"Wait, what?!"

"Go eat something, and I'll tell you."

"You're a real basterd, you know that?"

"About time somebody said it," he winked playfully and you rolled your eyes.

You left the room, but you hadn't even taken a full step down the hall when you ran into Wicki. "Zut! Sorry!"

"Y/n," you realized as you stepped back thay it was Wicki himself, sporting a soft smile.

He noticed you hadn't eaten. He was holding a plate with the usual prosciutto sandwiches the basterds wrre accustomed to eating. "I saw some left over, and knowing the boys, I knew it wasn’t them. I realized you didn't come down to eat, so I brought you something. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I..."

You braved a glance into his eyes and noticed they were reflecting genuine worry.

Maybe...it was a raretity, but just maybe Utivich was right.

"Thank you," you blushed a little, and looked away as you slowly took the plate he held out. "You...you didn't have to, I was on my way down, Wicki."

He frowned a little, causing your heart to race, fearing you'd done something to offend him. French and German niceties were so subtle sometimes, you wondered if you botched something.

"Wilhelm."

You were a little startled, and looked back at him quizically.

He looked down a little, nearly fading into a mumble, "Or...just Wil."

Your eyes narrowed for a moment and your pursed your lips, "I thought you didn't like when the boys called you that."

He smiled a little. "But you are not the boys," he grinned slyly, "You're you."

Utivich was definitely right.

"You didn't have to, Wil."

Wicki shrugged, "You've been working hard lately. Seventeen kills in three days."

"You've been counting?"

"Hard to miss that."

You smiled, your cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

He went on, "It's hard to miss anything you do."

Your eyes widened and your lips parted...

Wicki couldn't wait anymore. It was war. No matter how much blood and adrenaline pumped through your veins, you were soldiers. You didn’t have all the time in the world. You didn’t know how much of it you had left. You didn’t know if you had half an hour, or half a lifetime left. Wicki was a little on the older side. Even if he did make it out of the war, he didn’t want to be alone.

That scared him.

He wasn't alone with the basterds. They were his brothers. His real brothers were gone. That's why he got "the fuck outta Munich while the getting was good." He didn't have anyone until he was a basterd. And if he got to see the war through, he'd have no one to share it with, not unlike you. Reunions were fine and all, but it just wasn't the same. That wasn't life. "I'm scared, Y/n." It was clear that he'd swallowed his pride to admit that, "I've been scared from the moment I found you. I knew war wasn't fair, but I didn't think of it much until there was you. I can't lose you, I can't lose any of them...I'm sorry if I'm too forward, but I need you around. I can't make it unless you do. If I make it out, I don't want to be alone. You make this all a little more bearable. You make it all seem brighter. Days mean something now. You mean everything to me." Your heart was aching for him. You'd do anything for him. And you admitted it. You showed him. You stepped toward him, all hesitance fading away as you stood on your tip-toes, and wrapped your arms around him, clinging on from his neck. "I'll be there, Wil. I always will be." The last thing he got that was remotely close to a genuine, full-hearted hug, was on the nights that the basterds drunkenly laughed and clung on to each other to stay together. This meant the world to him. In fact, you became his world as he looked down at you happily, with a relieved smile. He couldn’t remember the last time he was that happy. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and picked you up. He couldn't help it. You just meant so much to him, he never wanted to let you go. He slowly leaned in, and you kissed. From that moment on, you fought, you bled, and you lived side by side. Everything changed. Everything mattered. Every moment. Because once the war ended, you planned on boarding a plane together, side by side, and never looking back.

#inglourious basterds #imagine #wilhelm wicki #wilhelm wicki x reader #ww2 #wicki #quentin tarantino

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galaxystony · 6 years

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call me by your name 2; p.p

peter parker x reader

A/N: thank you all for reading part 1 & i’m so so glad you like it! this is quickly becoming one of my very favorite pieces.

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Words: 1500+

Warnings: none

summary: she can speak three languages, has been swimming in the lake and navigating the town since she could walk, and can play piano and guitar like a regular maestro, but when it comes to telling peter, her father’s older, american intern how she feels, she’s completely clueless. or: the one summer that completely changes her life forever

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A week had passed since Peter had come to stay. While she thought him to be the type to hover, like the Earth breathing down the sun’s neck and following its every movement, he was more like a star, winking in and out of focus as he passed through the house, flitting between playing volleyball with the other college kids and swimming in the lake and helping her father organize his files, not always there, but his presence always known.

She tried to continue with her life as she usually did. She transcribed music by the pool. Helped her mother pick peaches and apricots and plums in the mornings before the sun’s heat got too overpowering and she had to cool off in the water. Learned Bach and Debussy from the cassettes in her father’s collection, both on the piano and the guitar. She hung out with the local boys, Matteo and Luca, and Edouard who was visiting from Lyon. Sped through Austen and Hugo and Wilde under the shade of the peach trees.

What she hadn’t done was speak to Peter. Yet, she chastised herself. It wasn’t like she was purposefully ignoring him. How could she, when they slept fifty feet apart every night? But he was very busy with his own adult things, and she with her own teen things.

He wasn’t much older than her. Seven or eight years at the most, she thought, but it was enough to cause a noticeable rift in whatever relationship might have formed had they been the same age.

And so they would greet each other in passing, when they bumped into one another in the bathroom, or when he’d make it down to breakfast early enough, sweet apricot juice and perfectly crusty bread and perfunctory greetings shared across the long, glass table in the garden, or when he’d show up at the lake with Marzia or Chiara, or sometimes both, and wave at her on the other bank as she chatted with her summer friends.

It was a morning like any other when she found herself thrown into his company. They were sitting at the breakfast table, a freshly-baked baguette and thin, thin slices of prosciutto piled on a plate in the middle for any to take beside a profusely sweating pitcher of once-cold peach juice, when Peter mentioned wanting to open a bank account.

“None of the others have ever shown any interest in opening a bank account,” her father mentioned, leaning back in his seat and taking a sip of juice. “You’ll have to go into town to do so. I’ll be meeting up with a colleague of mine today, but I may be able to take you tomorrow-”

“I can show him around?” she interrupted her father’s musings. She’d had her headphones on and plugged into her Walkman, one side hanging behind her ear so she could interject in the morning’s discussions if an opening presented itself. So far, no one had paid her any mind, and she was content listening to Queen and watching two birds fight over some fallen fruit beyond the table as she picked at a slice of bread that sputtered crumbs every time she pulled a piece apart.

“Perfetto. Peter, you can take my bike and Y/N will show you the town. I assure you there’s no better tour guide,” her father smiled, then turned back to his newspaper.

Peter glanced at her over the table and nodded, an intrigued look in his eyes as he downed the rest of his juice, then he got up from the table, his loose, unbuttoned shirt flapping in the breeze as he turned into the house with a wave and a “later”.

“Later,” she mumbled, pushing a hole into the soft center of her slice of bread. “Why does he always say that?” “I assume that’s how he speaks to his friends. Don’t read too far into it, ma chérie,” her mother suggested over a steaming mug of coffee.

“Just you wait. When the time comes for him to leave us, this is how he’ll say goodbye… Later,” she spoke in a near-perfect imitation of his lazy greeting.

Her father snorted, hiding his amusement behind the paper while her mother gave her a disapproving look. “Y/N. Be nice.”

“Oui, maman. Papa, don’t forget to grab your bike, per favore. Later,” she said with a mischievous smirk. Then she was pushing the chair back and brushing the crumbs off of her pinafore and following Peter into the cool house.

She knocked on the door to his room, making sure she wasn’t interrupting before stepping in and giving him a small smile then crossing to the door to her own room.

“It’s hot out today. You might like to wear something a little more… breathable,” she suggested, glancing down at his too-tight, too-short shorts that left next to nothing to the imagination and his bright pink t-shirt that looked a little more like a second skin than an article of clothing with the smallest hint of amusement.

“I think I’ll be fine, Y/N,” he smiled amicably. A thrill raced up her spine at the sound of her name coming from his lips.

“If you say so.”

“I do.”

“Alright then,” she raised an eyebrow before continuing, “see you downstairs.”

“Later,” he agreed, lackadaisical as usual.

When she met up with him outside the gate, rolling her bike by her side, she couldn’t help but smirk when she saw that Peter had indeed changed into a pair of loose, brightly patterned shorts and a half-buttoned shirt, but decided against mentioning it at all. She knew he had noticed her delighted grin.

It took less than ten minutes to get to the town by bike. The whole way the pair didn’t do much in the way of conversation. It was a nice day, just a touch too hot, but breezy enough to ignore the sting of the sun and the drip of sweat along her hairline.

When they came upon the town, she insisted they stop at a small cafe for water. They took a seat beneath a little table with an umbrella that did little to shade them from the unrelenting sun that seemed to follow their every movement no matter how the little parasol was positioned.

The stout cafe owner brought out a bottle of mineral water which they wasted no time in opening and pouring into their own glasses. The slightly tepid water did little to quench their thirst. It was in the small moments like these when she had to recenter herself and remember that she was in Italy and not New York. For some reason, the room-temperature water was the one thing that sent that little shock through her system, the feeling of wrongness and not-quite-belonging.

When she’d drained her glass, she pulled her book out from her backpack and leaned back in the chair, reading and noticing Peter’s presence all at once.

“That’s quite the book you’re reading. What is it?” he asked, noticing her presence back.

“Les Miserables,” she responded without looking up.

“Ah. In French?” he asked, his interest officially piqued.

“Italian,” she said, flipping the page. “I read it in French last year.”

“You’re quite the precocious kid, aren’t you?” he stated more than asked.

“Thank you,” she replied, still focused on her book. He chuckled.

“So… What does one do around here, exactly?” he inquired, refilling his glass and taking a long sip. She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down, then forced herself to look away, altogether grateful that she’d chosen to wear her darker sunglasses today.

She shrugged, looking up at him over her book. “Not much. Wait for summer to end, I guess.”

“So then what do you do in the winter?” he continued. Before she could respond he said, “wait for summer to come, I’m guessing?”

She smiled then, because she was suddenly certain that he was a mind reader. She supposed she liked having her mind read.

“A little bit. But I prefer winters here rather than in the city. Even though it gets cold and grey, it’s… quiet. The city is too crowded, especially during the holidays. Dad insists we come up for Christmas every year. Usually it’s just us and Natalia and Alessandro, but sometimes Aunt Sofia, too, and Mounir and Anchiese sometimes, if they can get out of their other social engagements,” she told him, using her finger to keep her place in her book before shutting it and focusing on Peter’s interested smile.

“And besides appeasing family friends? What else do you do?”

“I think you said it all. Wait for summer to come.”

Then he was smiling, broad and a little bit curious and she felt that maybe she liked him now, once he’d read her mind and offered her so many smiles without asking for much in return.

“What about you specifically? What do you do here?” he asked, leaning forward and peeking at her over his tinted shades.

“Swim. Read. Transcribe music. Jog, if I’m in the mood for it. Go out at night,” she answered.

“I like to jog. Where’s a good place to jog around here?”

“The little trail across the lake, mostly. I could show you when we’re done here, if you want?” she offered, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe,” he said. Then he got up, tossed a couple of Euros on the table and mounted his bike. “Later,” he called with a sideways grin.

And suddenly she was back to her adamant dislike.

Later.

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Note: I tried to include a few different countries and languages to get a bit of variety. So If there should be something wrong just know that I used google translate for most of the sentences in a different language. I still hope you like it though :) As an ekstra there are a few infos about me in this one.

Rap Monster - Norway

He`d be nervous but confident when meeting your parents. You can bet your cute little bum he has learned a few sentences norwegian, wanting to impress your parents. He`d be very interested your carefree and open culture, not to mention the nature, and would ask you if it was okey to visit norway more often.

“Det er hyggelig å møte dere. Navnet mitt er Namjoon.” “It`s nice meeting you. My name is Namjoon.”

pretty sure this is right as I live in norway, haha

Jin - Italy

He`d be delighted to finally meet your parents, although he`d be a bit nervous. Jin would search out a few italian recipes thinking he could help your mother in the kitchen a bit. Because let`s be honest, the biggest cultural interest he would have would be the food.

“Maybe we could make something light as a starters like Prosciutto e melon and some Culatello?”

Suga - France

I think yoongi would be infatuated by the language so I can see him try to learn a few phrases, as well to impress your parents Because no matter how cool and unphased by everything he looks a lot of the time, this would be something he wouldn`t want to f*** up. He`d make sure to try to learn a bit of your culture, emphisizing music as it would be something he`d be most comfortable with.

“Bonjour, je m`appel Min Yoongi. Ravi de vous rencontrer” “Hello, my name is Min yoongi. It`s nice to meet you.”

say hello to my super bad school french that I learned like 3 years ago

J-Hope - Germany

He is definitely the most hyper active, nervous kind there is. He`d spent hours on perfecting his one sentence to greet your parents. However when actually meeting them he`d be so calm you`d think he was abducted by aliens on your way there. He would want to go sight seeing, loving the old and rustical architecture and would be asking you tons of questions about them.

“Guten Tag, mein name is Hoseok. Ich freue mich sehr sie kennen zu lernen.” “Good day, my name is Hoseok. I`m happy to meet you.”

another one I`m sure at as I`m born in germany and speak german with my parents everyday

Jimin - Brazil

Jimin seems like a very curious person so I can imagine him being interested in a lot of things. He`d want to go to the beach and learn Samba, so be prepared for sexy/funny Jimin, depending on how good he is at it. He`d probably be very nervous to meet your parents but with you holding his hand he`d calm down and say his long studied phrase:

“Olá meu nome é Jimin. Seu país é lindo.” “Hello, my name is Jimin. You have a beautiful country.”

major Sherlock feels here

Taehyung - Great Britain

Oh this cutie would be so nervous. Probaby even more nervous than J-Hope. He would use hours picking the right outfit and practicing his english, probably driving namjoon nuts with all his questions. He`d be quite silent for the most part but would try his best to communitcate well. And, what a surprise, his biggest interest would definitely be art. London for example has some great art museums in which he`d probably be the pretties of all the art

“Y/n, we have to go to the national gallery, oh and the Buckingham Palace.”

Jungkook - Greece

I actualy think he`d be a mix of Namjoons confidence when meeting you parents, but also Suga`s fear when preparing for it. He`d try to read up on your culture not wanting to do anything wrong, also learning a bit greek to be able to at least greet your parents and say please and thank you. He`d be fascinated by the architecture and would want to try lots of different food like Moussaka the traditional Honey and baklava.

“Kalispera, to onoma mou einai Jungkook. Harika pos sas gnorisa.” “Hello, my name is Jungkook. It`s nice to meet you.”

Note 2.0: I have now updated to the new and right greek translation as the one google has told me was wrong.

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176: Be the Hero of Your Own Story: Why & How

~The Simple Sophisticate, episode #176

~Subscribe to The Simple Sophisticate: iTunes | Stitcher | iHeartRadio

" . . . bring women to the front of their own stories, and make them the hero of their own stories." —Reese Witherspoon at the 69th Primetime Emmy Awards

~Spoiler Alert: The ending of Hallie Meyers-Shyer's new film Home Again will be shared. The power of a Hollywood script which makes it to the silver screen as well as to the small screen better known as our television sets is unconsciously more powerful than most viewers realize, especially younger viewers unaware of the biases, exigence and purpose of the writers and creators as well as producers. Novels as well must be sold to a publishing house, and if the publishers do not believe they will be able to sell the plot to readers, the manuscript isn't accepted. In other words what determines the plots that will eventually be published, produced and brought to consumers is what will sell. But the obvious flip-side is we need to become savvier consumers of entertainment. The good news is producers will listen to noticeable shifts. For example, in 2016 movie ticket sales indicated that the largest growth in sales was taking place with Latino moviegoers, as a result (or possibly, due to) films began offering more diversity in their casting than in previous years. I share this example because when Reese Witherspoon accepted the Emmy with the ensemble for Big Little Lies last weekend (she starred and was an executive producer of all seven episodes), I had to give her credit. She lives what she desires to be brought to the forefront in Hollywood films and series: women being the heroes in their own stories. For example, she started her own production company Pacific Standard with Australian producer Bruna Papandrea (Wild & Gone Girl), branched out on her own with Hello Sunshine, a digital media company and is bringing to the screen a few titles you might recognize Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine and Something in the Water. And as I shared in episode #174 of the podcast in my review of Home Again, a film produced by Nancy Meyers and written and directed by her daughter Hallie Meyers-Shyer, it was the ending of the movie which again revealed that Reese is indeed serious about changing the default in Hollywood that is long over-due for a change. Home Again, as she describes it in a recent interview with The New York Times, isn't a romantic comedy, but rather a modern comedy. A comedy in which, in this case, a woman becomes the hero of her own story. She doesn't end up with a man who saves her from a supposed life that is empty without one, rather her character Alice Witherspoon chooses to divorce her husband (not because he cheated and not because he was abusive) because their ways of living life, of making the most of the one journey they have the opportunity to live had strayed into two completely different directions. The love, the fondness was there, but it had changed. Her character sets boundaries, enjoys herself, supports her daughters, chases her dreams and creates a life of everyday moments that she savors on her own terms, not Hollywood's (well, in this case, yes, technically it is Hollywood, but she is now a part of Hollywood and so is Meyers-Shyer and they are changing what the definition of a happy ending). Recently a good friend of mine who is nearing forty (as I am as well) shared that all was well in her life except the missing piece - a man. And having just stepping out of a relationship, that I can honestly say I wasn't looking for but was delighted to have been in, a good life is determined by one and only one person, the person living it. I continue to urge readers and listeners to fall in love with their lives, to cultivate a life you enjoy living regardless of your relationship status because whether you are in a relationship or not, your issues, the hiccups you haven't dealt with will continue to bubble up, the stresses you haven't figured out how to handle, will continue to exacerbate and hinder you ability to savor the everyday goodness and the relationship skills you still need to polish will continue to seek your attention until you heed them whether in a relationship with a lover or a friend. I am not saying being loved and sharing love isn't an extraordinary experience. It absolutely is, but believing that our hero is someone other than ourselves to assuage our conjured up emptiness is a lie that we have accepted (man or woman), and depending up the known or unknown perpetuators of this life story line (Hollywood, novels, parents, church, school, etc.) and need to relinquish. Because I wholeheartedly not only believe, but can say to know as truth, everyday can be truly breath-taking with or without a partner. And the key is to be the hero of your own story.

How?

Find an outlet for your love: begin with yourself, and then with what is leftover choose from the following: a hobby, a passion project, a cause you believe in to your core, your pets, your career, your friends, your family, the world.

Strengthen your innate talents and deepen your passions.

Find others whom you trust to fill the gaps where you are weak (i.e. - a financial advisor, a trusted CPA, a fitness trainer, etc.)

Earn your own income

Be proactive. Strive daily toward your dreams. Stop waiting for opportunity plop into your lap. It's like a moving target, so get going.

Save for retirement beginning yesterday

Come to understand your limits and boundaries and speak up when they are crossed without apology

Learn to communicate effectively

Step up to the plate when needed and only 60%+ ready, not when everything is perfectly set up to do so (hint: it never will be and you will always be waiting)

Build other women up

Never judge another woman's life decision. Follow Amy Poehler's advice and simply quote when observing a life path taken by another woman that you wouldn't have chosen, "Good for her! Not for me."

Refuse to be talked down to whether by names (girl, boy, little lady, son (when you're not their son), sweetheart, etc.) or by limitations (assuming lack of knowledge or capability). Either address the issue if the relationship is necessary to keep or simply don't respond and walk away. Change in what will be tolerated won't change until we speak up in a manner that is calm and clear. If not for yourself, than for the women around you and those that will follow you.

Understand that setbacks are part of the journey, so stand back up and keep going.

Remember Billie Jean King's quote, "Pressure is a privilege." Do something with your opportunity when given the chance.

Choose well and choose for you. As you come to trust your instincts, this will happen in small and big bursts throughout your journey, you will begin to know what is best for you. The better you know yourself, the quicker the decisions will be made.

Be courageous. Say yes to something you've never done before but that is on the trajectory of the journey you wish to be on to help you reach your goal. No matter how trepidatious you may be. You will come out on the other side realizing there was nothing to be afraid of, just the unknown. And now it's not unknown anymore.

"Once we belong thoroughly to ourselves and believe throughly in ourselves, true belonging is ours." —Brené Brown, from Braving the Wilderness

I want to end with mentioning of Brené Brown's new book because her book is a reminder of what type of courage is needed to be the hero of our own story. Stepping away from the city or place of comfort that is not serving us and toward the wilderness is terrifying initially, but as we step away from seeking the approval of others and head in the direction of the wilderness, the "first step will take your breath away". And as writer, pastor, philanthropist and community leader Jen Hatmaker is quoted saying in the book, the loneliest steps are the in between, but if you "stay the course long enough to actually tunnel into the wilderness . . . you'll be shocked by how many people already live out there —thriving, dancing, creating, celebrating, belonging." Ultimately, if we can all just remember and live each day, who we are and what we can give to the world is our gift. "True belonging doesn't require you to change who you are; it requires you to be who you are."

~Braving the Wilderness: The Quest for True Belonging and the Courage to Stand Alone by Brené Brown~

~SIMILAR POSTS YOU MAY ENJOY FROM THE ARCHIVES:

~Why Not . . . Be Brave? (episode #83)

~A Powerful Couple: Boundaries & Vulnerability (episode #126)

~Growth is a Choice: 11 Ways to Grow Up (episode #101)

Petit Plaisir:

~French melon, Charentais, with paper-thin slices of prosciutto, sprinkled with a dash of flaky sea salt.

~click here for more pictures and details about the melon and the recipe. ~The sponsor for today's episode was KIND Bars. Visit kindsnacks.com/tss to receive an exclusive free trial of their 10 bar variety pack and snack club (all you pay is shipping).

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i was tagged by @bespectacledbibliophile

rules: answer eight questions and tag eight people.

last movie I watched: Oh man it was Christiane F: Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo. I watched it for my German class, but I had a schedule conflict with the screening so I had to watch it on my own. I think this was a mercy? It meant I could turn away and take my headphones out when things got too rough.

It is an amazing film. I guess I had some vague conception that teen drug cultures exist and had been a big part of the 70s, but this film grabs you and punches you in the guts until you have a very visceral awareness that real children lived and died this way, so hopeless and miserable in their circumscribed lives behind the Wall that lifestyles of addiction looked like a genuine way out.

last song I listened to: “New Coats” by Saintseneca. Another one of those essentially happy songs that somehow has a sad core.

last book I read: ah it’s just the Brick

but this time in French

last thing I ate: grilled prosciutto and smoked cheddar sandwich on sourdough bread (really good if you were curious, would be even better with arugula in it though i think)

where would you want to time travel to? oOHH man, not good for me, I’m brown and female. Well I might actually be okay if I hung out in Paris right before WW1? With occasional jaunts to London maybe, to visit the Bloomsbury set if possible? (Can I set the condition that I’m already part of all the best cliques somehow?) Oh, Paris was so cool, everyone making awesome avant-garde art and sponging off one another (good thing Gertrude and Sylvia were around or that wouldn’t have worked for long at all??) and caricaturing one another in delightfully salty memoirs. I would LIVE.

(I would either become a nurse at the end of the fun times, or get out of dodge for a little and then come straight back.)

fictional character I would hang out with for a day: wow, it’s still Zosima. I keep thinking I’m moving beyond my Dostoevsky phase but I guess not really? I mean for one day, that’s not that much; might as well pick someone who will teach you how to be the best possible you (for a metric of “best” that might not be so enjoyable for you, but will definitely have a net moral gain so to speak)

If I could be anywhere right now, where would I be? FARMING. AT THE FARM. I love my PhD program but I am sO tired and I really don’t like missing planting season.

Tagging @land-of-heat-and-clockwork1, @qvyens, @bookalizer, @darrenjolras, @treflev, @angelheadedhispters, @caerdroia, @raeldaza.

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This & That: January 26, 2018

Beauty

—GHD Air Professional Performance Hair Dryer

Last fall I learned of a high quality blow-dryer that came highly recommended from hair stylists. As someone who has invested in my own ionic blow-dryer, I took note. Now, I am not in the market for one, but having a quality blow-dryer is a necessity when it comes to doing our hair each and every day. The GHD Air blow-dryer is also ionic (which helps prevent frizz), has two speeds and three heat settings. And while yes, an investment, a well-made dryer should last for at least five years and continue to its job well each time. Now that is something worth investing in.

—Kerastase Elixir Ultime Bain Shampoo (for fine hair)

I cannot rave and recommend more this shampoo. As someone with fine hair, I have searched, seemingly endlessly, for a shampoo that didn’t leave my hair flat, dull or oily. Immediately upon using Kerastase’s Elixir Ultime Bain Shampoo my hair was soft, shiny and not weighed down with product or stuck in my roots. Many years ago I began using Kerastase’s deep conditioning treatment, and I have loved the results. I have yet to use a product from them that didn’t fulfill its promise so long as I shopped for the right product for my type of hair. If you are like me and have fine tresses, give this shampoo a try.

Book

—The Love Gap: A Radical Plan to Live in Life and Love by Jenna Birch

I recently read an article on ManRepeller by Jenna Birch regarding her new book The Love Gap, and it spoke to me on a conceptual level regarding relationships when it comes to expectations, society, success and equality that I have found to be true in my own life. If you are someone who is navigating the dating world and as a smart, confident, career-driven women have become perplexed, first read her article mentioned above, and then you may just want to pick up her book.

Decor

—Vintage French Bread Boards

Bread boards are not only functional in a multitude of ways (literally to cut bread, but also used as a serving tray or platter), they are also beautiful as decor in the kitchen. Food52 recently restocked their vintage French bread boards, and I couldn’t wait to share. Now certainly, if we were in France popping into flea markets, we would undoubtedly find them cheaper, but as a gift for someone special or for yourself if you don’t have plans to visit any time soon, perhaps you will want to save up. I have a feeling you will not be disappointed.

Francophile Find

—Markets of Provence: Food, Antiques, Crafts and More by Marjorie R. Williams

Speaking of markets in France. If you will have the opportunity to head to France, Marjorie Williams’ book, which was released a couple of years ago, details the 30 best markets to visit in Provence. Complete with the best times to visit, information on how to successfully navigate as well as tips on etiquette, even if you won’t be traveling to France in the near future, this may be a fun book to simply read as a resource.

Shopping

—Sézane Oprah trench

Perhaps using Oprah’s name is to catch attention, but either way, the trench is eye-catching on its own. Available in red as well, the classic trench is lined and measures 40.5 inches in length. Perfect for the soon-to-arrive spring season.

Television

—Mosaic

Sharon Stone stars in HBO’s unique new film which is interactive for viewers. Based on the events leading up to and then following her character’s murder in a posh ski resort, you can, as a viewer, choose which perspective you wish to view the film through. Sounds intriguing for sure. Directed by Steven Soderbergh, the interactive version was released as an app, but now viewers will be able to view the six-part mini series on HBO which began on January 22nd. Have a look at the trailer below.

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~recipe for Garlic and Herb Roasted Cherry Tomato Carbonara with Crispy Prosciutto + Burrata~

The last weekend of January is here, and with it we saw some true winter weather in the town of Bend. All the more reason to spend the next two days inside, make a delicious pot of soup and maybe sneak out to see a movie (Phantom Thread is next on my list – did you listen to Terry Gross’ interview with the director, Paul Thomas Anderson?).

One event I look forward to each January is the arrival of the Spring Couture collections, and so I have pulled a few outfits that caught my eye and shared them with you below. There is nothing like a peek at spring to enable us to dig deep and power through for eight more weeks. Yes, spring really is quite close indeed. However, I do not want to wish winter away. There is still more planning and projects inside that I look forward to completing before the warmer weather beckons me outside.

But now to a few articles you may be curious to read. I do hope you have a lovely weekend, and until Monday, bonne journée!

~It’s true and I could not be more excited! Murphy Brown (yes, Candice Bergen has signed on and Diane English too!) is returning to CBS for at least 13 episodes.

~The quality worth seeking out when it comes to a partner – self-awareness

~Looking for Francophile podcasts? Look no further, HiParis has you covered.

~Looking for a touch of spring and summer? Check out this “easy, peasy, lemon squeezy French lemon tart recipe”

~Givenchy~

~Armani Privé~

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176: Be the Hero of Your Own Story: Why & How

~The Simple Sophisticate, episode #176

~Subscribe to The Simple Sophisticate: iTunes | Stitcher | iHeartRadio

” . . . bring women to the front of their own stories, and make them the hero of their own stories.” —Reese Witherspoon at the 69th Primetime Emmy Awards

~Spoiler Alert: The ending of Hallie Meyers-Shyer’s new film Home Again will be shared.

The power of a Hollywood script which makes it to the silver screen as well as to the small screen, better known as our television sets, is unconsciously more powerful than most viewers realize, especially younger viewers unaware of the biases, exigence and purpose of the writers and creators as well as the producers. Novels as well must be sold to a publishing house, and if the publishers do not believe they will be able to sell the plot to readers, the manuscript isn’t accepted. In other words what determines the plots that will eventually be published, produced and brought to consumers is what will sell. But the obvious flip-side is we need to become savvier consumers of entertainment.

The good news is producers will listen to noticeable shifts. For example, in 2016 movie ticket sales indicated that the largest growth in sales was taking place with Latino moviegoers, as a result (or possibly, due to) films began offering more diversity in their casting than in previous years.

I share this example because when Reese Witherspoon accepted the Emmy with the ensemble for Big Little Lies last weekend (she starred and was an executive producer of all seven episodes), I had to give her credit. She lives what she desires to be brought to the forefront in Hollywood films and series: women being the heroes in their own stories.

For example, she started her own production company Pacific Standard with Australian producer Bruna Papandrea (Wild & Gone Girl), branched out on her own with Hello Sunshine, a digital media company, and is bringing to the screen a few titles you might recognize Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine and Something in the Water.

And as I shared in episode #174 of the podcast in my review of Home Again, a film produced by Nancy Meyers and written and directed by her daughter Hallie Meyers-Shyer, it was the ending of the movie which again revealed that Reese is indeed serious about changing the default in Hollywood that is long over-due for a change. Home Again, as she describes it in a recent interview with The New York Times, isn’t a romantic comedy, but rather a modern comedy. A comedy in which, in this case, a woman becomes the hero of her own story. She doesn’t end up with a man who saves her from a supposed life that is empty without one, rather her character Alice Witherspoon chooses to divorce her husband (not because he cheated and not because he was abusive) because their ways of living life, of making the most of the one journey they have the opportunity to live, had strayed into two completely different directions. The love, the fondness was there, but it had changed. Her character sets boundaries, enjoys herself, supports her daughters, chases her dreams and creates a life of everyday moments that she savors on her own terms, not Hollywood’s (well, in this case, yes, technically it is Hollywood, but she is now a part of Hollywood and so is Meyers-Shyer and they are changing what the definition of a happy ending).

Recently a good friend of mine who is nearing forty (as am I) shared that all was well in her life except the missing piece – a man. And having just stepping out of a relationship, that I can honestly say I wasn’t looking for but was delighted to have been in, a good life is determined by one and only one person, the person living it. I continue to urge readers and listeners to fall in love with their lives, to cultivate a life you enjoy living regardless of your relationship status because whether you are in a relationship or not, your issues, the hiccups you haven’t dealt with, will continue to bubble up, the stresses you haven’t figured out how to handle, will continue to exacerbate and hinder your ability to savor the everyday goodness and the relationship skills you still need to polish will continue to seek your attention until you heed them whether in a relationship with a lover or a friend.

I am not saying being loved and sharing love isn’t an extraordinary experience. It absolutely is, but believing that our hero is someone other than ourselves to assuage the conjured up emptiness is a lie that we have accepted (man or woman), and depending upon the known or unknown perpetuators of this life story line (Hollywood, novels, parents, church, school, etc.) we need to relinquish its/their “how life should unfold” belief from our mind. Because I wholeheartedly not only believe, but can say to know as truth, everyday can be truly breath-taking with or without a partner. And the key is to be the hero of your own story.

How?

Strengthen your innate talents and deepen your passions.

Find others whom you trust to fill the gaps where you are weak (i.e. – a financial advisor, a trusted CPA, a fitness trainer, etc.)

Earn your own income

Be proactive. Strive daily toward your dreams. Stop waiting for opportunity plop into your lap. It’s like a moving target, so get going.

Save for retirement beginning yesterday

Come to understand your limits and boundaries and speak up when they are crossed without apology and with civility

Learn to communicate effectively

Step up to the plate when needed and only 60%+ ready, not when everything is perfectly set up to do so (hint: it never will be and you will always be waiting)

Build other women up

Never judge another woman’s life decision. Follow Amy Poehler’s advice and simply quote when observing a life path taken by another woman that you wouldn’t have chosen, “Good for her! Not for me.”

Refuse to be talked down to whether by names (girl, boy, little lady, son (when you’re not their son), sweetheart, etc.) or by limitations (assuming lack of knowledge or capability). Either address the issue if the relationship is necessary to keep or simply don’t respond and walk away. Change in what will be tolerated won’t change until we speak up in a manner that is calm and clear. If not for yourself, than for the women around you and those that will follow you.

Understand that setbacks are part of the journey, so stand back up and keep going.

Remember Billie Jean King’s quote, “Pressure is a privilege.” Do something with your opportunity when given the chance.

Be courageous. Say yes to something you’ve never done before but that is on the trajectory of the journey you wish to be on to help you reach your goal. No matter how trepidatious you may be. You will come out on the other side realizing there was nothing to be afraid of, just the unknown. And now it’s not unknown anymore.

“Once we belong thoroughly to ourselves and believe throughly in ourselves, true belonging is ours.” —Brené Brown, from Braving the Wilderness

I want to end with mentioning of Brené Brown’s new book because her book is a reminder of what type of courage is needed to be the hero of our own story. Stepping away from the city or place of comfort that is not serving us and toward the wilderness is terrifying initially, but as we step away from seeking the approval of others and head in the direction of the wilderness, the “first step will take your breath away”. And as writer, pastor, philanthropist and community leader Jen Hatmaker is quoted saying in the book, the loneliest steps are the in between, but if you “stay the course long enough to actually tunnel into the wilderness . . . you’ll be shocked by how many people already live out there —thriving, dancing, creating, celebrating, belonging.” Ultimately, if we can all just remember and live each day, who we are and what we can give to the world is our gift. “True belonging doesn’t require you to change who you are; it requires you to be who you are.”

~Braving the Wilderness: The Quest for True Belonging and the Courage to Stand Alone by Brené Brown~

~SIMILAR POSTS YOU MAY ENJOY FROM THE ARCHIVES:

~Why Not . . . Be Brave? (episode #83)

~A Powerful Couple: Boundaries & Vulnerability (episode #126)

~Growth is a Choice: 11 Ways to Grow Up (episode #101)

Petit Plaisir:

~French melon, Charentais, with paper-thin slices of prosciutto, sprinkled with a dash of flaky sea salt.

~click here for more pictures and details about the melon and the recipe.

~The sponsor for today’s episode was KIND Bars. Visit kindsnacks.com/tss to receive an exclusive free trial of their 10 bar variety pack and snack club (all you pay is shipping).

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176: Be the Hero of Your Own Story: Why & How

~The Simple Sophisticate, episode #176

~Subscribe to The Simple Sophisticate: iTunes | Stitcher | iHeartRadio

” . . . bring women to the front of their own stories, and make them the hero of their own stories.” —Reese Witherspoon at the 69th Primetime Emmy Awards

~Spoiler Alert: The ending of Hallie Meyers-Shyer’s new film Home Again will be shared.

How?

Strengthen your innate talents and deepen your passions.

Find others whom you trust to fill the gaps where you are weak (i.e. – a financial advisor, a trusted CPA, a fitness trainer, etc.)

Earn your own income

Be proactive. Strive daily toward your dreams. Stop waiting for opportunity plop into your lap. It’s like a moving target, so get going.

Save for retirement beginning yesterday

Come to understand your limits and boundaries and speak up when they are crossed without apology and with civility

Learn to communicate effectively

Step up to the plate when needed and only 60%+ ready, not when everything is perfectly set up to do so (hint: it never will be and you will always be waiting)

Build other women up

Understand that setbacks are part of the journey, so stand back up and keep going.

Remember Billie Jean King’s quote, “Pressure is a privilege.” Do something with your opportunity when given the chance.

“Once we belong thoroughly to ourselves and believe throughly in ourselves, true belonging is ours.” —Brené Brown, from Braving the Wilderness

~Braving the Wilderness: The Quest for True Belonging and the Courage to Stand Alone by Brené Brown~

~SIMILAR POSTS YOU MAY ENJOY FROM THE ARCHIVES:

~Why Not . . . Be Brave? (episode #83)

~A Powerful Couple: Boundaries & Vulnerability (episode #126)

~Growth is a Choice: 11 Ways to Grow Up (episode #101)

Petit Plaisir:

~French melon, Charentais, with paper-thin slices of prosciutto, sprinkled with a dash of flaky sea salt.

~click here for more pictures and details about the melon and the recipe.

~The sponsor for today’s episode was KIND Bars. Visit kindsnacks.com/tss to receive an exclusive free trial of their 10 bar variety pack and snack club (all you pay is shipping).

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176: Be the Hero of Your Own Story: Why & How

~The Simple Sophisticate, episode #176

~Subscribe to The Simple Sophisticate: iTunes | Stitcher | iHeartRadio

” . . . bring women to the front of their own stories, and make them the hero of their own stories.” —Reese Witherspoon at the 69th Primetime Emmy Awards

~Spoiler Alert: The ending of Hallie Meyers-Shyer’s new film Home Again will be shared.

How?

Strengthen your innate talents and deepen your passions.

Find others whom you trust to fill the gaps where you are weak (i.e. – a financial advisor, a trusted CPA, a fitness trainer, etc.)

Earn your own income

Be proactive. Strive daily toward your dreams. Stop waiting for opportunity plop into your lap. It’s like a moving target, so get going.

Save for retirement beginning yesterday

Come to understand your limits and boundaries and speak up when they are crossed without apology and with civility

Learn to communicate effectively

Step up to the plate when needed and only 60%+ ready, not when everything is perfectly set up to do so (hint: it never will be and you will always be waiting)

Build other women up

Understand that setbacks are part of the journey, so stand back up and keep going.

Remember Billie Jean King’s quote, “Pressure is a privilege.” Do something with your opportunity when given the chance.

“Once we belong thoroughly to ourselves and believe throughly in ourselves, true belonging is ours.” —Brené Brown, from Braving the Wilderness

~Braving the Wilderness: The Quest for True Belonging and the Courage to Stand Alone by Brené Brown~

~SIMILAR POSTS YOU MAY ENJOY FROM THE ARCHIVES:

~Why Not . . . Be Brave? (episode #83)

~A Powerful Couple: Boundaries & Vulnerability (episode #126)

~Growth is a Choice: 11 Ways to Grow Up (episode #101)

Petit Plaisir:

~French melon, Charentais, with paper-thin slices of prosciutto, sprinkled with a dash of flaky sea salt.

~click here for more pictures and details about the melon and the recipe.

~The sponsor for today’s episode was KIND Bars. Visit kindsnacks.com/tss to receive an exclusive free trial of their 10 bar variety pack and snack club (all you pay is shipping).

Image from the 69th annual Primetime Emmy Awards

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