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The Observations of Miraculous Ladybug: The Tales of Wasted Potential
This is a compilation of various rules and messages within and outside the Miraculous Ladybug universe that I had discovered while watching the show and participating in discussions over the years. I might write more of them, but for now, these are my current observations:
-If you’re the main heroine, you have no control over your emotions and you should be punished for even just breathing the wrong way.
-If you’re the main heroine, you need to be taught a lesson in every episode, regardless if it makes sense or the same lesson is being repeated ad infinitum.
-If you’re the main heroine, you’re not allowed to move on from your crush on the main hero, regardless of how much suffering you went through, because this action somehow breaks the rules of the universe.
-If you’re the main heroine, you’ll be subjected to shocking amounts of humiliation, emotional and physical abuse, all either for committing the crime of being a teenager or for “comedy” purposes. Sometimes its both.
-Obsessing over your crush is “funny” and it should be used to further humiliate the main heroine. Even better if it’s labeled as stalking.
-If you’re the main heroine, nobody cares about your mental health, regardless of how stressed out you are or if you’re close to a mental breakdown.
-If the Writers says only a year has passed in-universe, despite the contradictory evidence, then only a year has passed. Stop trying to make sense of the timeline because it is only supposed to make sense to the Writers.
-If you’re the main hero, look cute and wear a mask to hide your identity, you are free to harass the main heroine without being called out.
-Remember girls, telling the main hero “No!” or “I’m in love with someone else!” translates into “I’m playing hard to get”.
-No, the main heroine has no right to consent because the universe already paired her up with the guy who harasses her and still doesn’t understand that “No means no!”
-If you don’t obsess over your crush and think about them day and night, are you even in love with them?
-Unless you’re French and a Writer for Miraculous Ladybug, you have no right to criticize the show.
-Yes, that also goes for those who are professional Writers.
-Even if you have valid criticism backed up by proper arguments and are capable of discussing it in a civil manner, you will still be labeled as a hater and blocked.
-”Miraculous Ladybug is more popular than Pokémon!” [Source: Thomas Astruc]
-Everyone who doesn’t ship the Love Square is evil. No exception.
-If you’re a 14 year old teenage girl who was spoiled and emotionally neglected by her parents and your biggest crime was to bully people, you are irredeemable and deserve to burn in Hell.
-Somehow, a grown adult man who mentally, emotionally and physically abused his son, manipulated people into committing crimes, committed many acts of terrorism (including murder) and almost started WWIII on purpose is somehow more redeemable than a teenager who was manipulated and abused by said man.
-THE ABOVE POINT BEARS REPEATING!!! A TERRORIST IS MORE REDEEMABLE THAN AN ABUSED TEENAGER!!!
-Oh, and the terrorist also gets a statue in his honor and is remembered as a hero after his death.
-If you’re the main hero, you are perfect and the world is flawed and needs to bow to your whims.
-If you’re the main hero, you don’t need character development. All you have to do is to whine and complain, and the universe will bend backwards for you and deliver everything on a silver platter.
-If you’re the main hero, knowing the main heroine’s secrets (which aren’t even hers to share!) is more important than saving the people. Who cares if people are dying, you need to know what your crush/co-worker is hiding for you!
-No matter of bad your lies are, as the B villain of the show, you have the power to lower everyone’s IQ to the point they’ll believe your lies. Also, Google doesn’t exist.
-Even if you have legitimate evidence that the Liar is, y’know, lying, you will be labeled as jealous.
-I’m amazed that Lila isn’t ruling the world when she has the superpower of making everyone stupid beyond belief.
-Paris is apparently isolated in its own bubble and the French government doesn’t exist. How else do you explain a teenage girl becoming the Mayor of Paris?
-The police in Paris is useless. Unless you’re Asian. Then they’ll SWAT you.
-Every great teacher knows that you punish the victim and reward the bully.
-You don’t want to write character development because it’s “too hard”? Replace the character with a cardboard cutout that is just like that character but nicer and/or perfect. Nobody will notice the difference!
-If they do and complain about it, label them as haters.
-If you’re the main hero, you will always get away with lying and gaslighting the main heroine. She is not allowed to contradict you because the Writers said so. If she does, the fandom will grab their torches and pitchforks to hunt her down and punish her.
-Mary Suethor Writing Advice 101: To redeem your character, reward them with a girlfriend or boyfriend. No, they don’t have to go through a redemption arc. No, evil characters don’t get paired up with anyone.
-The main heroes are not allowed to progress the story at all. That is reserved for the very character Astruc hates so much that he replaced him with the main hero.
-Being a mentor sucks! That’s why you can unload all of your responsibilities on the main heroine, who didn’t even want to be the main heroine in the first place, and peace out.
-We are going to show you precisely why the Love Square doesn’t work and is actually very toxic, but we will also pretend that had never happened in favor of shilling the Love Square.
-If you’re the main hero, you’re free to break anything you come across in a fit of rage. Don’t worry, the main heroine will fix it for you.
-If you’re the main hero, you will be forgiven for cheating on your girlfriend with someone who wants nothing with you because your current girlfriend isn’t your true love.
-If you are the main hero and can’t get together with the girl you had been obsessing over for 100+ Episodes, drop her and start a relationship with the girl you completely ignored but is now available. She’s a good enough replacement.
-If a child is being abused and/or emotionally manipulated, you should place the blame on the child and not on the adult who manipulated/abused them.
-The Status Quo will be upheld regardless of how ridiculous the show is about upholding it. If it doesn’t make sense, then it’s your problem and the Writers aren’t too blame.
-If you’re the main hero, you will be forgiven for attempted murder/actual murder of several teenagers, but God forbid you don’t feel bad for almost murdering the main villain.
-If you’re the main hero and don’t try to murder the guy who made fun of your girlfriend, are you even in love?
-Toxic relationships should be admired and looked up to.
-Somehow, 5 Seasons of filler are considered more important and impactful than any actual story progression.
-Who needs lore and world-building? Let’s shove that sucker into a comic book no one will ever read.
-Common sense doesn’t exist in this world.
-Neither to therapists nor CPS.
-Falling in love and getting together with your love interest will result in the destruction of the world and you should be ashamed for thinking love was anything but destructive.
-The main villain will win.
-Let me repeat that: THE MAIN VILLAIN WILL WIN!
-If you’re an adult male and your OTP isn’t winning, you are free to assault a teenage girl and force her to be with the teenage boy you consider her ideal partner.
-If you’re the main hero and you have caused a huge problem (think “abandoning the city you were supposed to protect” or “murder a girl” type of problem), the solution to it is to abandon your partner and let her solve it for you. Don’t worry, you’re a Gary Stu, everyone will forgive you for your “mistakes” or completely gloss over them.
-Calling a liar out on their lies is hypocritical and you should be ashamed of yourself.
-You cannot consider yourself a best friend unless you have committed the following acts: intruding on your friend’s privacy and break her stuff, cause her emotional distress for your own validation, force her into a situation that causes her to freak out or get hurt and then scream at her for not following a plan you never told her about.
-Doing something innocent with your powers, like delivering a gift, will result in the end of the world.
-Somehow, a candy cane suit is considered stylish. Yeah, I still don’t understand how Gabriel is a fashion designer with that kind of taste in outfits.
-All female superheroes should have skintight suits with the camera focusing on their breasts/butt. Have I mentioned that they’re all minors?
-The main hero doesn’t have to participate in the finale. Him learning that his father was the main villain will ruin his perfect image of his family and that is not allowed. We need to mollycoddle him to death.
-Instead of developing your support characters, make them all collectively share a single braincell. Mob mentality at its best!
-Who needs depth when they all have the minimal requirement of one character trait?
-If you break up with your boyfriend, go for his identical cousin. They already look the same and the cousin at least has a spine. Win-Win!
-Any important plot points will be swept under the rug and be forgotten about.
-Félix is still the best character in this show! I will die on this hill!
-Somehow, a 3 minute PV!Trailer delivers more than 100+ episodes of the Miraculous Ladybug show.
-FanFic Writers do a better job at writing than professional Writers. That’s not an opinion, that’s a fact.
-You want to add to or remove something from the story, but it creates a plot hole? Just retcon it and lie to your audience that this was always your intention regardless if it makes sense in the narrative.
-If the fans question you about the retcons, call them haters and block them.
-”This is a kids show!” is a valid excuse for lazy writing, according to Miraculous Ladybug Writers (and some fans).
-Negative emotions are bad and will turn you into a monster. You are not allowed to feel angry or sad at all.
-Characters are not allowed to make logical decisions. That would make them *le gasp* competent!
-Every support character is obligated to worship the Love Square. If they don’t, they’re the spawn of Satan.
-Gaslighting your crush into bending over backwards to your whims is considered romantic.
-If you’re a superhero, you are considered a celebrity and have no rights to privacy. The whole population of Paris is entitled to know who you’re dating.
-Unless you’re the main heroine or the bully, you won’t be faced with the consequences of your actions.
-Yes, even the villain gets away without any consequences.
-Miraculous Ladybug is about spectacle over substance. Don’t expect anything resembling good writing. Or anything that requires to think about the plot more than five seconds.
-Somehow, a teenage boy who attempted to kiss the main heroine once and got punched by her is more demonized than the main hero who did the same for 100+ episodes and still doesn’t care that “No means no”.
-Character development is overrated. Same goes for any story progression.
-If you’re the main hero, you’re free to abandon your partner in a moment of crisis and shirk your responsibilities. You’ll still be forgiven and everyone will act as if nothing happened. Same goes for attempting to murder your partner’s best friend.
-Being a good parent involves emotionally neglecting your daughter and abandoning her, as well as punishing her by sending her to live with her abusive mother. You don’t have to take any responsibilities for your actions and you can easily replace the “evil” daughter with a “good” daughter who isn’t even related to you.
-You are not allowed to sympathize with an abused child, but it is a-okay to sympathize with the abuser.
-The main heroine will always be punished, whether she deserves it or not. She is obligated to solve everyone’s problems regardless whether they’re strangers to her.
-For some reason, disciplining the bully is the obligation of the victim rather than, oh, I dunno... the parents and the teacher!
-It doesn’t matter if you’re an abusive father and a terrorist, you’ll still be forgiven if you did it out of love for your wife.
-If you like a character, but the majority of the fandom hates them, you will be bullied to death (I’m serious about this, this has happened).
-Rather than developing established relationships, it is more fun to add unnecessary love interests to complicate things, only to drop them in the next episode with no development and act like nothing happened.
-If you’re the main heroine and asking for help from other superheroes because your own partner is ditching you for no given reason, then you’re cheating (yes, it was phrased like that) on your partner and you should be ashamed of yourself.
-I hate Kuro Neko. Adrien is insufferable in that episode.
-If someone tells you “they’re made for each other”, you need to accept that you’re destined to only be with that person and no one else. No, you have no say in that.
-”She’s just a friend” is not a valid excuse for being dense as a brick.
-Seriously, if anyone brings up those quotes again, I’ll hit them with a brick.
-If you are paired up with someone, you are not allowed to have a life outside your love interest. That goes especially for the Love Square.
-Everyone in this show is an idiot to some degree. Félix is the one who holds all of the braincells, while Lila learned to break the system and metagame.
-If you want a better show that focuses on magic and romance, go watch any mahou shoujo anime in existence and spare yourself the hours you’re gonna waste with this show.
-How Miraculous Ladybug Should’ve Ended? Félix dusts Gabriel in Emotion and tells Adrien and Marinette that Gabriel was the Monarch. End of story.
If you have made any observation, leave a comment about it in the replies, because I’m sure that I missed some.
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Dances Avec Les Etoiles ft. Heeseung - The Vows
Synopsis: God how boring is love? For Lee Heeseung, it was perhaps the most boring thing in this rotten world. But for his parents, it meant buisness. And buisness meant getting Heeseung married off to a princess from another kingdom. And when the princess shares a peculiar interest, Heeseung starts to believe in Cupid again.
Pairings: Prince!Heeseung × Princess!fem!reader
Warnings: literal fluff nothing else, vows and a wedding my baes!!!
A/N: I HAD to write a wedding scene like COME ON its a law in Mona town that you cannot not write a wedding scene. Also I wrote really sappy vows so sorry not really that @candewlsy babe your daddy papi is a lovesick daddy papi now hehe
Part 1 || Part 2 || The Wedding
The French Quotes Series Masterlist
Weddings were always thought to be pompous events, jewels, dresses, champagne, whose son married whose daughter, gold, silver, and most importantly first dances.
And Heeseung couldn't have been more impatient for his first dance than ever.
Although it wasn't his first dance with you, having danced with you with every passing second of time since your engagement was officially announced.
He had sneaked you out often to the western wing, much to the suffering of Sunoo who had to hear Heeseung's rants about how pretty you danced with him.
And now it was suddenly the wedding, how the time had passed so quickly, and how, now, you were all dolled up in your flowy wedding dress, with adornments on you, enough to last a time. But the thing that shone especially bright was the rose gold ring on your finger, which Heeseung had customised for you. A ballerina figure sat on top of the ring, a bit extra, but it was Heeseung, and you loved how he had your initials engraved on the ring.
And then there you were again, walking with slow, flickering footsteps down a carpeted aisle to Heeseung.
Your Heeseung.
Your dancing prince.
You had often heard of the notion that brides shouldn't ever cry on weddings, it was apparently bad luck.
But how could you have held yourself back? When your ears listened to the beautiful notes of Heeseung's voice reading his own, written vows, a first for Tarnow's royal weddings apparently. But how could he have not? His princess deserved more than poetry. Especially when vows weren't usually allowed for princesses so usually the groom had to take incharge of the "how much I love you" banter.
"Beautiful." Heeseung whispered to you as you stepped onto the pedestal, facing his handsome face, "You look beautiful."
"As do you, my prince."
The priest clearing his throat snapped Heeseung out of his daze, while he was staring at your exposed neck and collarbones, god he hoped he didn't have anything particularly visible.
"Right." Heeseung took a deep breath, and took his paper from a very sweaty Jay, who was looking at you with a "Thank you for falling in love with him" smile (as if he hadn't thanked you enough already).
"I-Im kind of bad at writing vows and everything. Not like I've written them before! Because I-Ive never been married before I mean-" Heeseung panicked, but immediately calmed down at seeing the smile on your face. You placed your hand on top of his, earning an "aww" from the guests and a smile from Heeseung, who took another deep breath and started.
"Princess Y/N of the Witchelm Kingdom." Of course the declarations had to be first, "Have you ever heard of the sentence, Dances avec les etoiles?"
His voice bought a blush to your face.
"It means to want to dance with stars. When I was forced to learn french at eight, I found out about this pretty poetic line, and I related to it greatly. A little too greatly perhaps, and I found myself dancing in the darkest corners of this palace every night. It gave me peace, a lot of peace, to see myself in a great big mirror and do what I could never do to the strangers in the outside world."
You swore you could see stars dancing around Heeseung.
"But then, you came into this thing I call my life, and for-for perhaps the first time, I felt complete. Yes, we may have bickered, too many times for your liking-" that incited a giggle out of you, "But even in that, even in your anger, I truly found beauty in its equality. And when you danced for the first time at the ball? Oh god I swear I could have ravaged the earth for you right there and then, my princess."
You could have done the same for him at that moment.
"I had always thought of love as an insignificant thing, who would crave for a mere emotion like that? But now I realise, that it the only emotion I am ever so starved of, and it is the only emotion I feel, every single time your light shines on mine.
God do you know how much you dance like a swan in the corners of my heart I thought were unreachable? Because you do, you truly do. If there were a hundred universes in this world, I swear to find you in each one, and have one last dance with you, one last sinful symphony if it's the final thing I do, if your face is the final thing I see, then darling consider me blessed in my choices and cursed in my rendezvous.
I-I would be the happiest man on earth, if I was to dance with you every second, if my hand were you rest on your waist and twirl you around every day, I would truly be happy, Y/N.
I would be dancing with you among the stars, so much that the planets themselves get jealous, that their astral ballet cannot compete with ours."
You truly never knew the dance of two souls could have been more prettier than Spanish flamenco. But now, as your lips moved in synchronisation with Heeseung's, the sweet venom injecting into your lovesick blood, his hand ghosting your waist, as if he was afraid to even break you, you truly knew what love was.
It was to match each other's feet in the mirror of a now renovated western wing, dedicated to dancing and only dancing.
It was to make fun of Heeseung's brothers for their terrible dancing skills (barring Jay).
It was to simply exist with Heeseung.
It was to dance among the stars with him, as the saying went,
Dances Avec Les Etoiles.
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Why is no one talking about the riots and protests over the murder of 17-year-old Nahel by police in France?
This boy was only 17 years old, shot in the chest in the driver's seat by cops. People seem to think there isn't racism in France but there is. We all need to be talking about this. Nahel should not be forgotten.
The French government is attacking their own citizens with 40,000 police officers (yes, 40k cops) to quell the unrest. 5,000 cops are being sent to Paris alone.
The French government needs to realize that there wouldn't be riots if you didn't allow cops to and protect cops who kill unarmed, non-threatening, peaceful civilians, ESPECIALLY CHILDREN. French citizens won't let their government get away with this. Neither should the rest of the world.
If we all join forces to condemn this horrible tragedy, all across the world, maybe less young POC people will be murdered in cold blood by police officers. Maybe the French government WON'T sanction murder of their citizens for exercising the basic human right of free speech and protest. Maybe, one day, cops will have stricter standards and punishments. Maybe, in the future, there won't be cops at all, and no one would die by their hand. But we HAVE to work together to ever see that happen.
Blow it up. Blaze it if you want to. Find every post about this murder that you can and FORCE the media to notice.
Nahel's mother is organizing the protesting and has been photographed speaking and acting out for her son. We should also support her, because not enough parents would do this for their murdered child/ren. I know mine wouldn't. But she is, and she deserves to be recognized and supported.
Don't let children be murdered in vain, without notice, without awareness, without action. If we will not avenge our next generation, they won't be here to avenge anyone else. Don't let them die, especially not like this.
I don't know how to start a GoFundMe but if anyone did and wanted to, this would be a great place and cause for funds to go to.
Make the French government quake in their boots. Make them terrified of their own people. Make the government pale at the reality that is facing them; they will lose everything, all of their power, all of their money, if they do not get their shit together and protect their goddamn people.
This CNN article is horrifically boot-licking, however it is the most comprehensive reporting I have found in English, and my French is unfortunately nonexistent.
Don't buy into the copaganda. These fuckers are murderers, plain, cold, and simple.
Fuck the French police.
Fuck ALL police.
(Disclaimer: I am horrible at tags, I'm learning I swear)
#nahel#police brutality#police murder#child murder#french police#france#riots#gun violence#protesting#human rights#civil rights#fuck the french police#justice for nahel#justice for cop brutality#justice#poc#people of color#racism
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Episode 6 and 7 thoughts
This will now be a regular thing
Also im writing this as I go
Episode 6
So Izzy thought Ed was Roach. Huh. Does he and Roach talk regularly? <- Coming from a Rizzy shipper
“Do weeeee?” Fang I love you
Oh my god, Frenchie and Jim coming to Ed and Stede like they’re kids asking if their cousins can sleep over
The crew going shoppiiiiiiiiing!!!
Frenchie’s lil dancey dance added many years to my life
Ed being nice and giving kids mon- oh never mind, oh that’s a knife okay. Ed never have kids please
“Don’t pirate kids” well listen okay I don’t have HBO Max it’s the only way I can watch this show
MY QUEEN
Wee John you’re so beautiful and amazing and we don’t deserve you
Jim’s lil mustache, like yeah me too <- Non-Binary person
Stede looks so happy about seeing Wee John!! He’s so proud of his son!
Izzy is gorgeous. I’m actually so happy to see him explore more sides of himself, and to find things he can indulge in. This whole season has really just been Izzy’s big therapy arc
His hair makes him look a bit like Cinderella’s evil stepmother though
Oh he can sing too! Izzy!!! <- A person who did not like Izzy in season one
Wee John X Izzy? Roach X Fang?
YO THE
POLYCULE DANCING?!
Ed protecting Stede….just, immediately putting him behind himself…I just…
I rewatched that clip five times
“Because I only hang out with cool pirates” Stede’s face!!! He’s just like Oh Snapppp
Despite it all, Stede and Ed are still the cutest couple that has ever graced the TV screen. Like hell yeah, make fun of people together!
Ed keeps being protective…..okay I need a moment…
Roach you’re a lunatic and I love you
“Whatever this is it’s just gonna turn me on” Izzy you’re a shining star
Also I just now noticed that Black Pete and Lucius aren’t there. I’m guessing they eloped somewhere and are currently taking care of their adopted cat
Nope okay, literally the second I unpaused there they are. That’s the worst timing
Hell yeah my dudes, I hope you broke whatever bed you used
“I’m just doing it for the lolz” Yeah that’s sounds like something someone from the 1700s would say
I know this is a pirate ship but why do they just have so many knives and swords laying about
Who is this fanged torture queen, and how do I acquire her number?
Stede remains best employer, while Aziraphale is the best landlord. Can these two people just run the world please and thank you
Hell Cat Maggie is my soulmate
I feel like there needs to be a pirate workers union
The crew of the revenge is the best found family of all time
Stede Bonnet can rival Steven Universe in reforming villains, like he’s just such a genuinely nice dude
“Alright gang! Let’s talk profit sharing”
Oh protective Stede, alright let’s go mate defend your mans
Okay but why is Stede kinda 👀 in this scene
Oh Stede, love…
OH THEY FAWHKING
That French? Izzy speaks french?
I want to see that man get dicked down
I guess the revenge now has a pet goat
Episode 7
Okay Ed is a soft boy again, aight
NO NOT THE LEATHER JACKET
The anime toast in mouth thing. He’s officially been baby girl for a long while, but we’re really solidifying it
OH THEY FUCKED
Isn’t there an anime where a mob boss becomes a house wife? Yeah that’s Ed
Oh we’re telling him about the mermaid fantasy, okay
Izzy what the fuck, you’re amazing
“He’s jealous” my darling
The polycule is going strong, and I love the absolute lack of jealousy. This is the best representation I have ever had
Oh they’re going on a date! That’s so sweet actually
It’s really sweet that they’re talking about their time apart
Stede’s famous now? Good for him!
I need to stop falling in love with every pirate lady In this show. That being said, I hope we see more of the fangirl lady
I’m reinforcing my claim that Stede and Ed are cuter than anything that has ever been on screen
OH MY GOD SWEDE
The Söt Och Saftig, my love. Also this far in and this is the first time the character “The Swede” actually says something in Swedish
Scammer Frenchie is back in business, love that
Jim and Archie trying to get their boyfriend set up is very sweet actually
The character development of Izzy going from wanting Ed to remain “Blackbeard” to him saying if being a softie makes him happy then he should do that, like I get it now, I know why you all love this man
OH MY FUCKING GOD STEDE
Can’t believe Stede is an official Slut now
Open communication? Like genuine conversation about their relationship, and the pace they’re taking it? Ed being honest that he’s not ready for the steps they’re taking in their relationship?
What is this argument
I live for Lucius and Black Pete’s nicknames for each other
“I’ve only known you for a few hours Bonnet, but I’d fucking die for ya” Same random dude. Same
Izzy🥹
Zheng and Olu are really cute actually
Oh my god the polycule will end my fucking life
DONT BRING ED INTO THIS ZHENG
“That was really mean” YOU TELL HER STEAK KNIFE
Protective Jim my beloved
Oh my god
Roach and Fang friendship?
Roach is the queen of self care
#ofmd 2#ofmd spoilers#ofmd season 2#ofmd s2#ofmd#our flag means death#Stede Bonnet#Edward Teach#Blackbonnet#Stedward#Gentlebeard#Izzy Hands#Ofmd roach#Rizzy#Ofmd fang#jim jimenez#Ofmd Archie#oluwande boodhari#Ofmd Frenchie#lucius spriggs#Black Pete#Lupete#Oluwarchim#tealoranges#wee john feeney#Hell cat Maggie#zheng yi sao#ofmd the swede
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Maybe an Instagram au of Charles and Lando?
The idea is they’re having a date in Monaco for the whole day for their 4 year aniversairy where they’re just constantly posting each other on their feed and stories being completely in love <3
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charles_leclerc 4 years ago today I finally got the courage to ask you to be my boyfriend. We had been on several dates before and neither of us knew what we were. All we needed was a little push and once we had that I could officially call you my boyfriend. My caring, adoring and loving boyfriend.
Spending all day with your and just you was amazing and I couldn’t have imagined a better way to spend it and I hope our 4 year anniversary date was up to your expectations.
Honestly Lando, there are not enough words in the English language (even with my knowledge) to describe how much you mean to me and you do not know enough French for me to even try and attempt that. I’ll give it a go in English… Not long after we started dating the whole Anthoine thing happened and you stuck by me and was the one to get me back in the car the following day. Every year on the anniversary of one of their deaths you always make sure you are with me no matter what and I really do appreciate it. When you crashed in 2021 in spa I remember my heart stopping when my team told me that you had crashed and I didn’t calm down until I saw you once again and in that moment I knew that you were the only person in the world for me. You are the person who never fails to make me smile and laugh and the person I always myself searching for. If I make a joke I look around for you to see if you’re laughing or smiling because I know I can always count on you. When I win all I care about is you and seeing if you are proud of me. The moments that we are on the podium together are my favourite.
Lando Norris. I love you more than anybody can comprehend. I have loved you for 4 years and I will love you for many more. For as long as you let me love you for. ❤️
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landonorris Charles. This is so sweet and soppy. I love you too however I now have to change my caption to meet this level.
charles_leclerc You’re welcome. What were you going to put ‘happy 4 years to this idiot’?
landonorris Obviously and now I can’t or I seem like a horrible boyfriend
charles_leclerc I look forward to your new caption
pierregasly Comprehend… That’s a big word for you
charles_leclerc Not the only big thing I know 😉
charles_leclerc There was another one I wanted to use but didn’t know how to spell it
landonorris Do either of you think before posting comments? Ever?
pierregasly You cannot talk with half of the comments you make
landonorris Touché (see I know French)
charles_leclerc 🙄
pierregasly 🙄
carlossainz55 I bet you Lando is currently a pouting but also blushing mess
charles_leclerc Your guess is correct
charles_leclerc He started pouting more and mumbled that he hates us both
carlossainz55 Tell him that I love him too 😂
landonorris SCREW YOU. I HATE YOU.
carlossainz55 I love you too cabrón
carlossainz55 Also, congratulations on 4 years together
charles_leclerc Thanks Carlos. Lando says thank you too for pushing us together
landonorris DON’T GIVE HIM THAT RECOGNITION HE DOESN’T DESERVE IT!
lorenzotl Happy 4 years to the both of you! Papa would be so proud of you and adore Lando (he’s probably be papas favourite son)
charles_leclerc Thanks Lorenzo!
landonorris Of course I would be. I’m everybody’s favourite 😇
landonorris Maybe that wasn’t the best emoji since we are talking about your dead father
landonorris Maybe I shouldn’t have pointed that out
lorenzotl Don’t worry Lando, after 4 years we’re used to you freaking out over things like this and then just keep apologising
landonorris
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landonorris Screw you Charles for making such a nice post on our 4 year anniversary because now I feel like I have to write something long and meaningful about you and we all know I’m no good with words.
Thank you for these past 4 years, they’ve been amazing. In 2019 I thought that driving that McLaren car would be the best thing that could’ve happened but a couple months or so into the season I was apparently proved wrong. I was just this shy, nervous-wreak who looked about 12 and you were... well you were you and I never thought that you would ever like me like that. All of our outings before you officially asked me out I thought were just you being friendly before Carlos actually knocked some sense into me. I don't know why you stuck around when I was doing that awkward flirting and the terrible joke but I'm actually glad you did. You will never be able to understand how much you mean to me and how much you have actually helped me out. When I get stuck in my own head and don’t want to let anyone in you’re the one person who manages to do so and help me out. You're honestly just amazing and probably the only person who can properly put up with my shit... I now feel sick after writing all of this. 🤢
Thanks for the amazing day that you had planned out it was better then I could've ever hoped for! Happy 4 years to this idiot!
P.s There is a no return policy so you're officially stuck with me forever.
👥 charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc The awkward flirting and bad jokes... you're saying that like you don't still do that now
landonorris Wha?? My jokes are amazing
charles_leclerc Whatever you say mon amour ❤️❤️
georgerussell63 Who wrote this for you because is was obviously not you
landonorris I wrote it all myself with no help
alex_albon He called me crying begging me to help
georgerussell63 alex_albon makes sense
landonorris Stop bullying me in my own comments
carlossainz55 Glad I finally get the deserved recognition for getting the two of you together Cabrón
landonorris I guess you somewhat deserve it
carlossainz55 Without me you would be sad and alone
landonorris 🖕🏻I would not be sad and alone
carlossainz55 Whatever you say Cabrón
maxverstappen1 Could've chosen someone better to fall in love with 🤷🏻♂️
landonorris You love him really. Last time we were together and I quote ‘He’s good for you Lando, don't let him go or fuck it up.' Pressure much.
landonorris Also 'You may be one of my best mates but if you hurt him and fuck it up I will not hesitate to find the most torturous way to kill you'
maxverstappen1 Proof?
landonorris I have recordings
charles_leclerc He does. I've heard them. You've said a lot of nice things about me Maxy.
danielricciardo I've heard it too. Both recordings and first hand
maxverstappen1 And this is why I never say nice things
maxverstappen1 Happy for you both though
maxverstappen1 I swear though if any of you fuck it up there will be no body for the police to find and you will suffer greatly
#instagram au#f1 instagram au#charles leclerc/lando norris#lando norris/charles leclerc#charlando#cl#ln
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What know what other character I love who gets paid dust? Fleur frickin Delacour. My girl was a Triwizard champion and a war hero. She was an extremely talented witch and a very smart (BILINGUAL!!!) person, not to mention badass and tough as nails, and yet other characters treat her like some kind of floozy. Ginny and Molly are allowed to antagonize and make fun of her with zero consequences, and the text validates it. What is it about Fleur that makes her so awful in their eyes? That she’s French? That she’s quarter Veela? That she’s pretty? That Bill is marrying her and not some demure English girl his parents picked out for him? Like the twins do with Percy, they constantly antagonize her and then act like SHE’S the terrible one when she defends herself. My girl put up with being objectified her entire life. Pay her some respect.
I CAN’T EVEN EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE FLEUR
She literally deserves the world. She wasn’t even from Britain, yet she permanently moved there for Bill and was still getting accustomed to learning English. She also quite literally had NOTHING to do with the war besides Bill. She could’ve fled, but willingly stays and risked her life for the man she loved. She may have been “aRrOgAnT” (are people not allowed to complain about things they aren’t used to??) but she was also brave, loving, kind, strong, loyal, and protective. Molly was a grown ass woman and should’ve given Fleur more recognition for moving countries and making an effort to form a good relationship with Bill’s family. She should have also scolded Mione and Ginny whenever they’d mock her. She also tried to pair Bill up with Dora despite the fact that both of them were in love with someone else. And shouldn’t she have made an effort to be nice to Fleur? Bill clearly loved her, did Molly not trust her own son’s judgement?
If Fleur had not been a traditionally feminine French woman, I’m sure as hell they wouldn’t have antagonised her.
And, like you said, she was literally objectified by everyone all her life. That dinner scene in the Yule Ball where Roger Davis literally wasn’t listening to a word she said, like holy shit imagine that kind of shit happening to you everyday. And the phrase “Just look at her! She was asking for it!” must’ve been used on her a billion times, it’s literally so gross I feel so bad for my girl. She deserves all the respect
Also I was writing my tags and my sister asked me why I was so invested 💀 I’m out rn but I still wanted to answer this
#fleur delacour#i once dealt with this HOE who tried to call fleur a snobby bitch#they followed my blog for months and were literally so rude for no reason#i called them out on it and then they were suddenly like ‘‘oh no i think fleur was awesome for bill uwu’’#fuckin flip-flopper#they’re also a t*rf 🤢#i have so much beef with that person i can’t even#also i was actually already planning a fleur post lol (i think i’ll still go through with it)#anti molly weasley#harry potter#hp#fleur literally deserves the world#ask#asks
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After properly waking up (and finally not having any more wake up for the race till Vegas, WE DID IT), here’s a bit if my analysis of the race, which is my favourite so far, a bit even more than Japan, because of its chaos and emotions
First, hometown hero. Zhou was not driving the car based on anything, other than pure emotion. He was living his dream in a way that I wish everyone could one day, honestly I’ve been emotional since that sprint shootout when he reached SQ3 and so proud that he is making history and realising his dream. On a more technical aspect, Sauber meed to get their shit together, the car is not good, and the fact that we celebrate them having a pit stop less than 5 seconds is so disappointing. They need to get it together to get points and be in that fight.
Nico Hulkenberg is a Goat, there I said it. The way he is taking that Haas places is just phenomenal, and honestly I think he deserves a proper team, and he so deserves to be on a podium, more than just one time. Kevin had an okay race, except of course, for ruining Yuki’s. But if K-Mag did not get his shit together, Ollie very easily could replace him next year, especially since Komatsu is no Guenther, and he will not have the mentality of fucking the youngster over.
RB’s weekend was going very well, in terms of race not sprint, that sprint was not great, but the circuit is not for them, and it’s Yuki’s first time there, so an off weekend (a normal one) was not going to be the worst thing in the world. But the way the race played out, with Kevin knocking Yuki out if the race with a stupid crash, destroying his race, and then Fernando locking up and hence lance knocks Daniel out with a crash that was so easy to prevent if he was focused on the car in front of him instead of the apex during the time of a safety car returning to the pit, the pack all close together and still getting up to speed. Yeah, that sucked for them, Daniel especially who was in contention of points. But other than that, the strategy was kind if fucked up, but it could have been saved at the end if it were not for both Astons.
As I said last race week, the Alpines are slowly but surely getting better. They started having pace today, and even if it were anyone else other than Nico, Esteban could have gotten points, but Nico Masterclass. This season is showing who is the leader of the French team, and it’s Estie. He’s extracting every single once if pace in that car, even if there isn’t any, and is showing that he’s the one. Pierre, tbh is getting better as well, but not to the Esteban level of almost Q3 and potentially points. Actually I feel like Pierre has not given much (expect for the Dutch GP last year) where he’s showing that the move to Alpine was a right choice for him.
George is impressive, and I hate to say it, more that Lewis is. He’s getting out everything out of the car, and I feel is working harder to keep Mercedes alive this season, with both the sprint and the race, with snagging that last point in the sprint from a shit quali, to an impressive performance in a track that doesn’t suit the new Mercedes cars, and trying his damn best all weekends, I’m genuinely impressed and proud of him, especially with the way he’s working to show the team that he could be a leader. Meanwhile I feel like Lewis is just trying to finish the year to go to Maranello, granted he’s trying, but I feel George is working harder.
McLaren, I have mixed emotions, Oscar was okay, again his first time on that track, but when compared to Lando, he did okay, not great. Lando was actually phenomenal, pulling that one stop, and doing so well in that, holding Checo back almost half of the race, he should be extremely proud of himself. And on that note, I love seeing Adam Norris down when Lando and Max are on the podium, I feel he’s proud of his son, but also Max, and I am just so happy and giddy
Ferrari, Idk what to feel. On one hand, Charles was phenomenal, but on the other, all these plans just give me anxiety, again, pulling that one stopper, but Checo got him, in a track that doesn’t feel of seem suited for the car, actually impressed. Carlos however, seemed to have gotten in his head, from saying yesterday that if he got Max he would have won the sprint, to the unnecessary fight with Charles on the sprint, he’s getting cocky, and that won’t help his situation of getting into a good team next year.
Red Bull, I AM SO FUCKING IMPRESSED AND I CANNOT BEGIN TO SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS TEAM AND AM SO PROUD OF THEM. Max was just phenomenal, despite the sprint quali that was apparently not so great because the car was not set up for rain. Simply because the forecast didn’t show much rain. As for the race, damn I can’t believe the team did that, 2 perfect double stacks with a total pit stop time of 8 for changing 16 tyres. The pit crew are the actual heroes today. Checo you could see that he’s disappointed, and that shows how much he’s comfortable in the car, and how at one he is with the team, in addition to knowing the stakes at hand. But nonetheless, he was phenomenal in a weekend that according to him, wasn’t great.
But yeah, this race was just amazing and chaotic and tbh, I love this chaos. And up next Miami, what will each one do, especially since Max never got pole there (just like Jeddah). We shall see
(Also, hoping the girls next race have a good weekend, especially the Red Bull girls, not because they’re Re Bull, I’ve been impressed by Hamda since COTA last year, and I called she’ll be the RBR girl)
I have nothing to add to any of this, so I'll just leave it in all its glory as it is. ❤️
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Stanley has my heart. Learning about his backstory broke it. He deserves all the french fries and hugs. 😭 I love the intention and thoughtfulness behind each Spiritfarer character’s design.
From the Spiritfarer Artbook.
[alt ID:] Stanley is a wonderful 8-year-old boy who met Stella as he was losing his fight against a fatal disease. Cheerful and whimsical, Stanley is gifted with an analytical mind which allows him to crack one-liners and aphorisms. His wisdom makes full grown adults blush in humility. Stan loves to experiment with all sorts of things, and is always delighted when Stella is by his side. She plays with him and considers him like a real person, not underestimating him. To Stella, the very idea of someone like Stan being in palliative care represented an immense challenge. How could such a gentle, innocent and young soul end up in her ward? This difficult grasp with a heartbreaking reality is portrayed in the world of Spiritfarer by the way in which Stan winds up on the boat. Stan is, at first, a seed fished from the sea. He then must be planted in the garden, where he “grows”, and is eventually plucked from the ground. As the youngest patient Stella has ever had to take care of, Stan left an unforgettable imprint on her. He helped her realize that death can take many forms, and that wisdom and peace of mind can be found in the most unusual patients. The fungal nature of Stan is also a testament to this difference, as well as his peculiar four arms which help put more emphasis on the unbelievability of his character. To add a more personal touch to the character, the drawings Stan makes of Stella and some passengers have been made by a real 6-year-old boy by the name of Hector, who is a team member’s son. [/alt ID]
#spiritfarer spoilers#spiritfarer#stanley spiritfarer#thunder lotus games#spoilers#best boy#love him#concept art#spiritfarer artbook#how does one properly format alt IDs. D:> I'm sorry if this was unhelpful#spiritfarer stanley#spiritfarer stan
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Klaus x reader
Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Marshall the younger sister of Hayley Marshall. Side note I love Hayley one of my favorite characters. Basically Y/n will be pregnant instead of Hayley and I will be changing some things up but then that it should stay pretty close to the series. I hope you enjoy the story! Also, if you like I have a Castiel x reader
Paring: Klaus x reader
Word count: 1,286
Warnings: Some language, Typical the Originals violence, Spoilers for season one of The Originals, Pregnancy
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Chapter 3: Tangled up in the blue
(POV: Y/n)
I walked in the room Hayley was in and she was sitting in the middle reading something. “Hey Halys, what are you reading?” “Oh N/n nothing nothing um how is my niece slash nephew this morning?” She said trying to ignore what she was just caught in. “They are doing well. They are so tiny right now that I barely notice them sometimes, but they remind me with sickness every morning.” I said smiling at them and rubbing my stomach. “Right, I'm sorry you have to go through that.” She said, trying to comfort me. We go downstairs and we can hear Rebekah and Klaus talk and also hear them mention me.
“The werewolves would like to know what the plan is.” I said standing next to the doorway. They both look at us and Klaus's stare seems to linger. “Well, that depends what plan you mean, love-- my plan for global domination, or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world?” Klaus remarked and in response Rebakah threw a pencil with super speed and he kind of deserved it. “The plan to rescue Elijah. You know, the good brother? The one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back?” Hayley said, stepping in the room. And I didn’t love the good brother thing. “In the front, if we're being specific.” He said smirking with a little bit of the devil. “You two said that you would get him back. So, is there a plan, or what?” It’s nice to see my sister care more about than me. Maybe with Elijah or someone else she could find her own happiness.
“Oh, Hayley I'm sure they got this so what is the plan?” “Thank you, Y/n, at least someone believes in me, well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy-- he's, my friend. Albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend, nonetheless. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenage witch, I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly-- -- Sister, please.” “And thirdly, the plan, as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back.” Okay so maybe he doesn’t have a plan. “That's... that's not the whole plan, is it?” Hayley said with a little disbelief. “Please! Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical.” Rebakah said I think complementing him. "And that's only the Plan A, love! There's always a Plan B.” I'm a little scared to ask but I do. “And what's Plan B?” “War.“ Oh shit.
Rebakah and Klaus leave I guess to put their plan in motion. While Hayley and I are left by ourselves again. She goes to read her nothing again and I go to the library to research child well everything. I am shifting through the books when I come across one where it tells how big the baby is each trimester and according to the fruit sizes for pregnant women my son or daughter is the size of a watermelon seed. It is so strange how something so small right now is that I care more about it than I ever thought I would.
It was later in the night and Klaus was back getting ready for the gala. It was involving their huge amazing egoistic plan. “If you're debating between the bowtie or tie, I would choose the tie. It's more of this decade.” I said, smirking against the door. “Ah love, is that a jab at me and I thought I was the funny one.” I walked more into the room.
“Yeah, well if I'm going to be a mom I should properly work on my jokes. And you should work on your dad jokes too.” “Please I am Klaus Mikaelson. I do not do “dad jokes”.” “Oh, come on, humor me, give me one shitty joke.” “Ok only if you stop jabbing at my age.” “Deal.” “Why was Cinderella so bad at soccer?” “OK that's a start, why?” “She kept running away from the ball.” “Wow that was a shitty dad joke if I ever heard one.” “Well, you asked, love.” He said in his British voice that always made my heart beat quicker than it should. “Um well I will leave you to your plan.”
Hayley and I were walking by the pool, and we heard some branches snap, and we looked up and saw two wolves looking at us. I leaned over to Hayley and whispered, “You see them too?” “Yeah” “Oh thank God.” We are both so enthralled by the wolves that we didn't sense Sabine behind us. “You're not supposed to be out here.” “Gah! Holy shit don’t sneak up on a pregnant werewolf!” I said catching my breath. “Ha ha sorry was not my intention.” Hayley was already ready to integrate her.
“Who are you?” “Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Sabine. We met. I'm one of Sophie's friends.” “You're one of the witches.” I said. “Sophie just asked me to come keep you two company while everyone's out. You know, it's drawn to you. The child you're carrying is part vampire, part werewolf. You and Klaus made something special.” She gestured to the wolves behind us. “Thanks I know, I wish I knew what it was.”
“You know, I can do something about that, if you want. I mean, find out if it's a boy or girl.” “I thought you couldn't do witchy stuff around here.” Hayley said with confusion. “It's not magic, just an old trick my grandmother taught me. Come on. You have to be a little curious.” Sabine said to me, holding at her hand for me to take it.
I am currently on the laptop researching what the hell I heard tonight, and I hear a knock on the door. It was Klaus. “I thought you might like to know; Elijah is returning to us.” “Really that’s great you should go tell Hayley it would make her feel a lot more easy.” “She hardly knows him, and yet she misses him. What is it about my brother that always inspires such instant admiration?” “I think it’s that he was kind to her even though she is not the one who is carrying the baby.” He looked like he was thinking about my words, and I continued. “You know Klaus you have kindness too.” Shocked were his emotions. “That night that we um spent together I wasn’t that drunk I wanted to, and part of the reason was that I saw you.” He looks like he was deep in thought and went to walk out. “Also! I learned something today. I think it's a girl.” As he left, I saw a smile on his face. And I am left to translate whatever Sabine said tonight.
I'm lying on my back and Sabine is holding a pendant over my stomach. “I think it's a girl.” A girl? A baby girl I am so filled with joy right now. “No... wait.” “Wait what? Please tell us she's not having a mini-Klaus.” “Hayley! I will be happy with any gender Sabine, so lay on the news.” The necklace starts to glow, and Sabine drops it. All of a sudden, her eyes roll back in her head, and she begins to chant in a low voice. “Hoc est infantima malom. Nos omnia perditu el eam."
Hey everyone, thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I know they are pretty short but that’s because Hayley is only in a couple scenes sadly, per ep in the first half of season but I tried to add more for Y/n, so it is a little bit different then the show. I guess the writers were waiting to bring in her wolf pack storyline then just being pregnant so she can actually do something. If you like Supernatural, I also have a Castiel x reader. See yall next time.
#klaus mikaelson#klaus x y/n#klaus x reader#tvd fanfiction#tvd klaus#elijah mikaelson#marcel gerard#hayley marshall#rebekah mikaelson#hope mikaelson#tvd universe#the originals#Y/n marshall#the originals fanfiction#the originals season 1#Klaus x reader masterlist
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Lionel Messi x reader (1k)
“Hi lovely, I don’t know where your questions went but I was wondering if you could write either Messi or Jude fluff? Readers supporting him at the WC and all, if not that’s ok too! I hope you’re doing well in this winter season! 😁” @moonileo
“Celebrating with Messi after the World Cup? Thx” @yoyodagenius
Quick disclaimer: English is not my first language so please keep that in mind when judging! I am fluent in Spanish so I will be providing a translation after every Spanish phrase.
The game is tied 3-3 with Lio scoring two out of the three. Everyone was either cheering out of excitement or quiet out of suspense. You were there with your three sons Thiago, Mateo, and Ciro cheering for your husband and their father. They were so close, there were only two minutes left in the game before they would have had to go to penalties.
Unfortunately, the extra time ended up forcing them to go into penalties. You tried your best to gain your husband's attention from all the way up in the stadium but to no avail, Lio didn't see you. A couple of minutes had passed and the penalties were officially starting.
Mbappe scored and you knew there was no way to stop that shot even though Martinez tried his best. Next up was your husband and you were so scared, this would be the last time he would ever touch a ball at the world cup and you desperately hoped he did not miss. He lined up to take the shot and took the shot and made it. You let out a sigh of relief knowing that he had done his part. Next up was Coman whose shot was saved by Martinez. Then was Dybala, he was one of your favorite players except for your husband, the two of you were friends and you hoped that he would make it, luckily he did which meant that Argentina was now in the lead. Up next was Tchouameni and he missed, which meant that Argentina would only have to score two more in the order you win.
The stadium was dead silent, everyone waiting for the shot. Finally, he shot the ball and it went in, meaning that Argentina had officially won the world cup; or your husband had, they all said they wanted to win it for him.
Jumping up and down with Ciro in your arms, every Argentinian in the stadium yelled out of excitement while the team all ran to gather around your husband. When it was done, they were officially world champions. You were so proud of each one of them and you couldn't wait until the “coronation” where you would finally get to hug and congratulate your husband face to face.
You start preparing your family to begin cleaning up so that you can exit the reserved area at the top of the stadium and instead go down to the field so that all the families of the teams would be able to enter once allowed.
The ceremony started soon after as you watched your husband receive the golden ball award, he deserved it for scoring in every stage of the World Cup. Then the French team received their medals and you felt bad for them, some of them refusing to even put on the medal, which is understandable in a way. Up next was finally the medals for the Argentinians and you were so proud of each of them, the way they all love and admire your husband was one of the things uniting them all; not counting their nationality.
Finally, the moment everyone was waiting for, the World Cup trophy. After being given a bisht to put on, he finally was given the trophy in which he slowly walked his way over to the center of the platform and finally, after eight years, raised the golden World Cup trophy that he had been trying so hard to achieve. He had lost again and again and throughout everything, he still remained his humble self and all of the work had finally paid off.
Yelling and cheering for him as loud as you could you and all of the other family members rushed onto the field to finally be able to celebrate with your loved champions. It took a little bit, of trying to not lose your children as well as finding your husband in the stampede that had started to begin, but you had finally located your husband and as soon as his eyes locked on to yours, he immediately ran your way so that he could hug his family while holding the trophy.
After he had properly hugged his children, he let them run amok so that they could be with their favorite uncles and players, he trusted them, which made you and Lio finally be alone. He walked over to you and kissed you deeply, expressing all of the emotions running through his head. You deepened the kiss and moved your hands so that they were cradling his head and tugging at his hair.
“Estoy tan orgullosa de ti, te amo con todo mi corazon mi amor” (I'm so proud of you, I love you with all of my heart my love.)
“Yo también te amo, por fin lo hicimos, por fin ganamos!” (I love you too, we finally did it, we finally won!)
“Estaba tan preocupada pero nunca debía haber dudado tú y el equipo, sabía que lo habrías logrado.” (I was so worried but I never should've doubted you and the team, I knew you would've made it.)
“Tambien estaba preocupado pero yo hice my parte y gracias a dios que ellos hicieron su parte tambien” (I was worried too but I did my part and thank god they did their part as well.) “Gracias por estar aqui y apoyarme” ( thanks for being here and supporting me)
“Siempre estare aqui, y siempre te apoyare” (I’ll always be there, and I’ll always support you) “Vamos a celebra campeon ya no quiero hablar mas” (now lets go celebrate champion, i dont want to talk anymore)
And with that, you two broke a part to find your children so that you could take pictures, sing songs, and truly soak in the fact that Argentina was the new world champion, all because of your husband.
So so sorry for the delay christmas caught up to me, hope you guys don’t mind that i combined the two requests since they were so similar. Remember requests are open until January 2nd.
#messi#lionel messi#leonel messi#messi x reader#lionel messi x reader#barcelona#psg#argentina#wolrd cup
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- There’re new facets of Éponine revealed in this chapter. Also, Thénardier is back, and he irritates me even more than usual. There is so much going on here that I don’t know where to start!
- Probably, Éponine was the last person Patron-Minette expected to meet at the Rue Plumet. But I think it was not a coincidence that she was on watch near the house. We don’t know for sure, but probably she somehow learned about the planned raid. It was the first time she followed Marius to the house (because, unlike him, she does not stalk people), and what a coincidence! It was the night of the raid! Although, with Hugo, you never know, maybe it was a coincidence after all.
- When she said, “There is a dog,” the first thing I thought was that she is talking about herself, and it turned out that I was right! Her monologue about being a daughter of a wolf, but at the same time being a dog herself, is absolutely stunning! (We already know about one “dog son of a wolf” in the Brick.) Well, after some thinking, I am not surprised that Hugo makes such a big deal out of comparing criminals to wolves. After all, even in the nineteenth century, wolves were part of French people’s day-to-day horrors and nightmares. (I will write more about it when I have time.) She is full of determination to become a “dog”—she even stopped using argot. In the same monologue, Éponine once again mentions her suicidal tendencies: she is extremely brave in this situation only because she is not afraid of dying; in fact, she wants to die, as we already know. And the way she declares: “There are six of you; I represent the whole world,” is a sign that the ideals of the barricade boys are not so foreign to her. Some descriptions related to her physical state are again heartbreaking: she is coughing her lungs out (reminding me of Fantine before her death). and this depiction of her hands “small, bony, and feeble as that of a skeleton” brings tears to my eyes!
- Patron-Minette also deserves some discussion. (Just look at them in the illustration below—aren’t they amazing?! What is it that Brujon holds in his hands? It looks like a huge screwdriver!) It’s so curious that none of the original quartet behaves as a leader here. At the beginning, it was Thénardier who led the group and insisted on breaking into the house, despite Éponine’s threats, and at the end it was Brujon who had the last, decisive word. I really like how the personality of each of them shines through their interaction with Éponine. The fucking Thénardier once again did not recognize his child and then was extremely rude to her¬. However, closer to the end of the chapter, he tried to manipulate her (as he used to do in the past), saying that the robbery would provide them with the means to exist, but this time, he did not find any sympathy in Éponine.
- Montparnasse is also extremely rude and ready to use violence against her—to grab and hold her, and even to cut her throat. (I think that there is a big chance that this is how their relations could have ended if they had continued them.) But Babet is surprisingly pacifistic: “I don’t hit a lady.”
- At the very end, they are retiring to the sewers! It’s so intriguing: “‘Where shall we go to sleep to-night?’/ ‘Under Pantin [Paris].’ / ‘Have you the key to the gate, Thénardier?’”
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Beautiful Stranger
Premise: Ethan Ramsey wasn’t looking forward to tonight, and then he met the woman of his dreams.
Book: Open Heart (AU)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff.
Trope: Soulmates; Gala
Words: 1,610
A/N: This fic is inspired by an ask from last year where I talked about AUs if Cassie wasn't a doctor. I'm using @choicesflashfics week 30, prompt 3 (in bold). Submission for @aprilchallenge prompt "dress".
The entryway to the Washington Hudson Hotel in DC’s Adams Morgan was lined with black town cars and limos. Passengers disembarked under the covered portico, posed for cameras on either side of the red carpet rolled out in welcome, and followed ushers to the Art Deco ballroom.
Security guards in severe black suits prevented anyone from entering without an invitation. Sweat beaded their foreheads, more from the spotlights than the late spring evening, but dark sunglasses hid any discomfort.
Dr. Ethan Ramsey waited impatiently to be let out of the black limo his mentor and friend, Dr. Naveen Banerji, had insisted on renting for the occasion.
“I’m the guest of honor, after all,” he’d said, a Zen-like smile on his face. “Can’t just roll up in a Jalopy.”
Ethan couldn’t fault him that logic, even if he privately thought it excessive to drive two blocks from their hotel. But, then, the man was literally a saint and deserved this minor luxury.
Naveen was being honored tonight with a Humanitarian Service Lifetime Achievement Award from the Valentine Foundation for his work in advancing medical care in developing countries.
The black-tie event was part of the National Medical Symposium’s festivities, where Ethan was invited to present a keynote. An incredible accomplishment, given he’d become an attending not quite a year ago.
Ethan enjoyed the education and dialogue at these conferences but preferred socializing at a bar over scotch. However, Naveen had taught him that these social events were essential for advancing his career and getting sponsors to fund research projects. A necessary evil in medicine.
Finally, the rear door opened from outside, and Ethan slid out of the backseat. Naveen followed, waving and smiling at the flashing cameras as if he was at the Oscars. Ethan ignored everyone, marching through the glass doors, invitation card in hand.
“You were in a hurry,” Naveen said pleasantly, joining Ethan in the soaring foyer outside the ballroom.
“They didn’t care about me.” Ethan rolled his eyes and smirked. “I’m not the guest of honor, after all.”
Naveen chuckled, bumping shoulders with Ethan. “No, but with your looks, they probably thought you were a reality TV star. Off to give your chosen lady a red rose. That’s how the story goes.”
Ethan’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Why reality TV? What story? And I’m not carrying a rose.”
Naveen shook his head in dismay. “You know, my friend. There’s more to life than medicine.”
Before Ethan could counter that remark, Naveen turned away to greet someone he knew. Left to his own devices, Ethan glanced around the room, recognizing some faces from the conference. But if he was going to schmooze, he needed a stiff drink first.
Almost an hour later, Ethan escaped the crowded ballroom through French doors leading to a moonlit balcony overlooking the dark gardens below. He needed a few minutes of respite from the politicking and socializing that was part of the Valentines’ world.
Ever since he’d learned about the award, Naveen hadn’t stopped talking about the family. Being a Rhodian, Ethan certainly knew of the Valentines of Newport, but they didn’t run in the same circles as the son of a cable repairman from Providence.
He suspected they were like the other donors he’d met inside that ballroom; insanely wealthy and spoiled with a sense of entitlement. The foundation was probably a vanity project for one of the trophy wives, he thought dismissively.
He strode to the wrought-iron balustrade, gripping the edge as he threw his head back and took a deep breath. A floral scent hit his senses before he heard the rustle of fabric.
He spun on his heels to see a beautiful young woman standing against the wall, the hem of her shimmering midnight blue dress hiked up to reveal one silken white thigh.
Her hand froze; a black lace garter strap caught between her fingers. Ethan’s eyes involuntarily followed as the top of a sheer black stocking slid down her skin, catching where her leg was bent at the knee.
His eyes snapped to her face, tracing the arch of her brows, the flushed cheekbones and red lips parted lightly. Long blonde hair fell to the side, past her shoulder, the ends curling softly.
A glittering hair clip on the left side of her head held back the rest. The style revealed diamonds and sapphires dripping from her earlobe, matching the necklace cradled between the valley of her breasts.
Her fragrance enveloped him, his nostrils flared, and all Ethan could think was, “Mine!”
She gasped, or he did. Maybe it was the moonlight, or perhaps it was fate. He hadn’t had enough top-shelf scotch to blame the alcohol. At this point, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him.
“A gentleman would look away. Or lend a hand.”
Ethan heard the amusement in her soft melodic voice and glimpsed the teasing sparkle in her eyes. He wondered if they were blue like his. A strong probability, given the color of her hair.
He took a step toward her and then another, closing the distance between them. His hand unthinkingly reached for the dangling garter strap in her hand but stopped at the warning look in her eyes. Up close, he saw they were green with flecks of blue or black.
Ethan held up his hands in a truce. “That was a rhetorical statement, wasn’t it?”
She scoffed, clearly deeming it unworthy of a response. She quickly reattached her loose stocking and adjusted her dress. The fabric covered her from top to bottom, the hem brushing the toes of her high heels.
The dress would’ve been modest except for how it hugged her curves, accentuating every part of her that his fingers ached to touch.
“You’re staring again,” she said huskily, her chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths.
Appalled, Ethan blurted out an apology. “I’m sorry. I–– “
He felt his skin flush, and the tips of his ears turn red. If anyone from Edenbrook saw him now, they’d surely laugh at his expense. Frustrated, he stabbed his fingers into his hair.
The woman threw him a strange look, her brows twisting in a V shape. Without a word, she turned to walk away, but he wasn’t ready to let her go.
He instinctively tried to stop her, his fingers brushing the back of her hand. They both hissed as an electric current flashed and pulsed where their skin met.
She held her hand against her chest, stroking the sensitive area with her thumb as if trying to rub away their connection. But she didn’t leave, nibbling on her bottom lip as she regarded him with a perplexed expression.
“I have no excuse for my behavior,” he began, hesitating as he searched for the words that would make her want to stay. “This is not like me at all. I’m not a risk taker. I don’t gamble with my feelings. I don’t ogle strangers at parties, even if they are beautiful. I’m a doctor, a man of science and logic. I…”
“So, you expect me to believe that you don’t know who I am?” she asked in disbelief. “And your arrival on this balcony a few minutes after me was a pure coincidence?”
Ethan looked at her, bewildered. “Should I know you? Have we met before?”
She stared into his eyes, searching for some inner truth. She must have found it, for she nodded and smiled.
“Okay, doctor. I believe you. Since you’re a man of science, care to explain that?”
She pointed to their hands, now resting against their sides. But there were tiny vibrations under the skin, wanting to reach across the space and connect with its mate.
“It’s nothing,” he said warily.
He shoved his hands inside his pant pockets and rocked back on his heels. For some reason, that made her laugh, and a knowing look entered her eyes. It was too astute for his comfort, and he felt laid bare.
“A man of science should know that some things defy expectations,” she mused, tapping one finger against her lips. “And every scientific achievement in history was because someone decided it was worth the risk.”
The sound of a bell ringing in the distance reached their ears, breaking the uneasy silence that followed her words.
“I have to go back inside,” she sighed. “I would say it was a pleasure, but honestly, I don’t know what this was. And I suspect we’re both not ready to find out.”
Ethan watched her walk away, and his feet itched to follow. But he waited, needing a few minutes to collect himself.
When he returned to the ballroom, he scanned the vast room for any sign of Naveen. His height gave him an advantage, and he spotted the other man in an animated conversation with someone, gesticulating excitedly.
Ethan swiftly navigated through throngs of people, slowing down as he neared Naveen. The person ahead of him moved away, and his steps faltered when he saw her.
She must have sensed him too, because she suddenly looked over her shoulder, her green eyes registering surprise as they locked into his shocked blue ones.
“Ah, Ethan, there you are,” Naveen called out. “Come meet my benefactor. Cassie Valentine is the head of the Valentine Foundation and the person who nominated me for tonight’s award. Cassie, meet Dr. Ethan Ramsey, my protégé and one of the most gifted diagnosticians of his generation.”
Ethan Ramsey did not believe in moonlight madness or fate. But for one brief moment, he had, and now his world was turned upside down. What’s more? Cassie’s amused smirk told him she knew it too.
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Book Review 60 – The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
Last Hugo nomination on my list! And finished it just under the wire to have theoretically cast an informed vote if I was actually a worldcon member, even. Overall a fun read, if a bit meandering and unfocused – not going to be a new favourite or anything, but it had some ambition at least, the sort of thing that deserves to get considered for awards.
The story is set in the 1870s and follows Carlotta, the eponymous daughter of a disgraced French scientist who has found patronage from a Mexican oligarch on the Yucatan peninsula, and Montgomery, the majordomo and manager of the remote ranch that has been given over to Doctor Moreau for his experimentation. As might be inferred from the title, Moreau’s experiments are on the creation of human-animal hybrids, sold to his patron as a new and more docile workforce to replace the rebellious Maya who had previously farmed his haciendas. The plot, such as it is, revolves around Moreau scheming to marry Carlotta off to his patron’s son after his funding is threatened by lack of results, and then the fallout of a revelation that is I think supposed to be more of a twist than it was for me.
The actual meat of the book is in the relationships and the environment. Particularly the relationships between Carlotta and her father, between Carlotta and the hybrids, between Montgomery and the hybrids, and of course the love triangle between Carlotta, Moreau’s patron’s son, and Montgomery that consumes the better part of the book’s middle third. The way the environment is described it actually quite well done, I think – Carlotta is deeply in love with the little world she has grown up in, and that shows in the detailed and affectionate descriptions of all the nature around here.. Montgomery, on the other hand, really couldn’t care less.
I’ve never actually read the original H. G. Wells story, or seen any of the adaptations, so all I can bring to this is the vague understanding of it pop culture osmosis has gifted unto me. Which I think is all you really need – the book takes the basic conceit and Moreau’s name from the original story, but few other setting details and essentially none of the plot. Not necessarily a huge loss – the book’s Yucatan in the midst of the Caste War is a far more grounded, interesting, and, well, real setting than Wells’ island. Still, if you come looking for real retelling or something in more direct conversation with the original you might be disappointed.
The book is not, for genre taxonomy reasons that still annoy me, a Romance, but it’s still largely about romance as much as it is anything else. All the politics and intrigue and layers of manipulation around Carlotta’s potential marriage were quite fun, even if it ended exactly as you’d expect it too.
Anyway, the book wasn’t exactly riveting reading, but it sold the period setting and everyone’s characterizations well enough that I didn’t mind the meandering or lack of surprises. And, as I’m sure was very much intentional, did make me want to go expand my knowledge of the 19th century Yucatan beyond the ‘one-paragraph textbook summary’ level.
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Happy 3K lovely!! No one deserves it more than you!!
I come to you with the below very self indulgent DILF thought. IYKYK and I know you know.
Bradley and his wife getting drunk in EPCOT while they drink around the world. Maybe they’re there just the two of them, or maybe it’s a family trip but Mav and Penny have their honorary grandkids over in the park to give the parents a break. Bonus points if there are snacks involved.
Love you babe! Congrats again!
IYKYK, and I know you know that I know.... anyway....
This is for my Dagger DILFs 3k party!
"Why did we come to the Disney in Florida when we live in California, babe?" Bradley asked you as he gave your son a piggyback ride.
You laughed as you watched your daughter a few feet ahead holding hands with Mav and Penny. "Because this one has the World Showcase," you told him. "And we can drink around the world all afternoon while Mav and Penny take the kids on some rides and to get character autographs."
"Sounds fun," he said with a shrug.
Two hours later, Bradley was giving you a piggyback ride while he laughed hysterically. "Babe, I had no idea I liked tequila so much! Can we just go back to Mexico and have more margaritas?"
"No, Bradley!" you scolded when he pretended to turn around. "You need to keep going towards France, or we'll never finish this before the park closes!"
"France?" he asked, squeezing your thighs. "I don't like wine. How about some French kisses instead?"
You giggled and kissed his neck as he got in line for more drinks with you still on his back. "If you drink a glass of wine, I'll reward you," you whispered, and sure enough Bradley chugged some Chardonnay like it was his job.
Then you made out with him next to the miniature Eiffel tower.
By the time the two of you were very tipsy and finishing your beers in the Canada pavilion, you got a text from Mav. "Bradley! They are taking the kids back to the hotel and letting us stay out by ourselves!"
Bradley reached back and patted his shoulder. "Hop back on, babe. We're going back to Mexico."
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Hsmtmts 4x08:
Ok last episode I am so so scared but I'm so glad it's an hour longg
Good on EJ for being on his last play but babygirl what happened to your face
"Btw, who the fuck are you guys?" LMAO RICKY IS SO REAL
"Are you asking as my son or as my brother?"
I'm loving all the Kourtney appreciation because she desreve that so much
Troyella are getting very personal to rina right now
Jet being the biggest madlyn shipper!!
"I have every feeling for you" THEY ARE HAPPENING
NOT EJ PREDICTING MADLYN?? HE'S SO REAL FOR THIS HE IS US HE IS THE FAN BASE
"I feel like I don't deserve to be as happy as you make me" so I'm getting called out by every character this season, huh?
They are so not staying just friends who are they lying to
MADLYN KISS OH MY GOD THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER I ?? THIS SEASON IS SO GOOD FRIEND FOR THE GAYS
Plot twist Ricky and Mack ends up together
Joshoua Bassest you have the voice of an angel
Full disclosure I actually hate public declarations of love and would not like it at all if he'll confess in front of everyone I'll probably have to skip it I can't handle second hand embarrassments
JET CALLING MADDOX HIS BEST FRIEND I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH
Hey I better get a fic expanding on Ricky feeling like he didn't deserve to get into college because??
Big Red and Ricky hug!!
Everyone singing together might have made me tear up a bit haha I don't want to actually cry I already cried last night when I prepared myself mentally (I'm attracted to this show in a very autistic and not at all healthy way and my therapist told me she's genuinely worried about me and about what will happen if rina won't end up together)
OK FIRST ANTINE IS NOT FRENCH?? ALSO WE WERE ALL RIGHT ABOUT HIM AND RED LET'S GO!!
"My dad knew I was gay since I was two!" Seb I think everyone knew
Ms Jen I'm sorry to tell you this but Gina always looks like a star
I don't have words for Ricky's speech because how dare he
GINA IS BEAUTIFUL
Gina talking about every single person and crying I can't I can't :((
"I really wish the world was as pure as you see it" is actually such a good line
Not Gina calling Jet out on his feelings for Kourtney in front of everyoneee
The camara not finding EJ when Gina is trying to talk to him??
This whole speech is really making me feel like I missed with my horrible theatre group I wish we had what they do
"I feel so seen and so understood and so known" I LOVE YOU GINA PORTER
RICKY TELL HER YOU LOVE HER YOU BITCH
MACK IS A RINA???
RUN RICKY RUN!!
This is literally the most unserious show in the world
THE SEASON ONE REFERENCE!! Loving this
"I'm in love and I know it" I'M COLLECTING MY RINA ENDGAME TONIGHT
This song is so going on my playlist
HOW DOES EVERYONE JUST KNOW THE LYRICS WHAT IS THIS GLEE
I genuinely love this song very much but I need an actual spoken confession for the edits
IT'S HIS FAVOURITE HAT <33
She did not tell him she loves him way back in season one and we didn't know??
"It's been there all along?" "Just like me." You don't know how much they mean to me
LMAO GINA JUST DECIDED THEY'RE GONNA SHOT AT SALT LAKE GO GIRL
Honestly Quinn deserve such a rise after this
MY CHILDREN
I can't believe the show is over :((
Definitely a few things I would change about this season but more on that on a later post! (Mostly the fact there was no chocolate theory reveal obviously)
Overall I'm so so happy with how the show ended but still going to ignore it and pretend it'll go on forever
#hsmtmts#high school musical the musical the series#hsmtmts season 4#high school musical the musical the series season 4#hsmtmts spoilers#hsmtmts liveblog#liveblog#liveblogging#ricky bowen#gina porter#rina#madlyn#seblos#cal's basement
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My relations with the Duke of Reichstadt (2/?)
Hi guys! Here is the second part for this series! Thanks for anyone who supported the first post! Making content about the King of Rome/Napoleon II always makes me happy and fills my heart with joy. I hope you enjoy it!
The next day, that is to say, June 24, I addressed the following lines to Count Dietrichstein: "I have been pleasantly impressed by the spirit, knowledge and judgment that your august pupil displayed in yesterday's interview; therefore I deeply regret to have neglected in the past the opportunity of an interview that honored and delighted me as much as yesterday's. When we bear such a great name and know from childhood that we are called to such high destinies; when, moreover, we are so well gifted like Your Highness and we live in times similar to our own, it is because Providence has appointed us for great things. Ordinary men, regardless of the rank in which they have been placed by birth, aspire and achieve only ordinary things. But men out of line, and among these I dare to count the eminent student of Your Excellency, they have duties towards society and history, from which they are not allowed to evade. I look forward to the time when I am granted to renew my visit of yesterday, and I desire nothing more ardently than to maintain His Highness in the opinion that he has formed of me and to which our interview the day before, as well as the favorable idea that he was able to conceive the content of some of my military writings, will certainly contribute. only to a small extent. Please accept with my best wishes, etc."
In response to this letter, I received a very friendly invitation for the next morning. This one came across the kindest orders of His Excellency the Emperor, who called me to met him that same morning. On my arrival, I saw so many people waiting in the antechambers that I thought I had the patience to see the duke. We talked to each other with all the grace of people who understand each other. I again expressed my wish to see him claim the throne of Greece, free to set whatever conditions he saw fit. This idea made him smile; but I clearly noticed that his desires and hopes were tending higher, moreover, he was trying to abuse of himself, pretending that he was too young by a few years to wear the Hellenic crown, and seeming to fear that we would not let him rule alone. Then, abruptly, he returned with marked interest to the duties and qualities of the commander-in-chief. His eyes sparkled, his cheeks burned.
Count Dietrichstein left us alone for a few moments, and the young prince held me tightly with both hands:
"Speak to me frankly," he exclaimed, "do I have some merit, and am I called to a great future, or is there nothing in me that is worthy of ending up like this? What do you think, what do you hope for my future? What will happen to the son of the great emperor? Will Europe support him in taking some kind of independent position? How do I balance my French duty with my Austrian duty? Yes, if France called me, not the France of anarchy, but the one that has faith in the Imperial principle, I would run to her, and if Europe tried to expel me from my father's throne, I would draw the sword against all Europe. But is there an imperial France today? I don't know! A few isolated voices, a few voices without influence, they cannot carry any weight. Such serious resolutions deserve and require more solid foundations. If my destiny is never to return to France, I seriously wish to become another Prince Eugene for Austria. I love my grandfather; I feel that I am a member of his family, and for Austria I would gladly draw my sword against the whole world, except France."
He spoke to me as one speaks to a confessor, and I received his confidences in the same way. These were projects, of course, very legitimate in themselves and that could only become dangerous in a single hypothesis, the realization of which, in truth, was not at all impossible, but seemed at least very distant. Once again he gave vent to the feelings of filial affection. He said that no one had understood his father; that it was pitiful, that it was slanderous not to give his actions any motive other than ambition; that all his life and all his conduct had been consumed by the great and salutary projects which he had conceived for the happiness of Europe; that Austria, in particular, had ignored him and his own interests; that he had played into the hands of the Russians. The duke added that he wanted nothing more than to earn his spurs by fighting them. He spoke with warmth, but also with that frank and intimate conviction of youth. Then, hearing Count Dietrichstein's voice in the next room, he abruptly changed the subject to address this question to me:
— What memory do you have of my father in Egypt?
— The memory of a great figure — I answered.
— I understand, if you are talking about Ibrahim, the viceroy; but the populations? They have not yet returned from their surprise; this astonishment, however, has not been followed by any irritation, for the Arabs and the Turks, though they have the same faith, do not get along with each other, and one heavy yoke succeeded another still heavier.
— Yes, this is an explanation; but the masses see in a great man only a freak of nature, a meteor that shines for a moment and immediately disappears.
At that moment he exclaimed again:
— Oh! If only you stayed with me; but before you, opens a path full of smiling perspectives capable of tempting you.
I shook his hand and said; "We'll talk about this later."
And we separated after kissing.
Only three days after this interview, and since in the meantime I had only been able to meet the Duke under unfavorable circumstances, I had a special interview with him that lasted for more than two hours. On the morning of that day, Count Dietrichstein had come to visit me and had complained, with the bad temper of a mother, about the duke's stubbornness and his aversion to any study except military art and mathematics; there wasn't even a german spelling that he didn't want to treat his way.
The count recognized that his student had a good nature, which, however, was hardened by indocility and pride. The duke, to whom I shared, insofar as I thought useful, these reproaches, did full justice to the count, especially to his excellent heart, but in short he praised nothing else in him. He had a definite opinion of his entourage, and he spoke to me frankly and forthrightly about the Emperor and the court, with the accent of an upright heart, but also of self-assured intelligence. He loved his grandfather with a filial love; for from the day he was brought to Vienna as a child, he had found in him the tenderness of a father. He had his ittle corner to play in the Emperor's room, spent half the days by his side, ate with him when the Emperor dined alone, shared with him the pleasures of the resort, finally grew close to him, like a branch grafted onto a foreign stump. He told me all this; but he added that he had not forgotten for a moment whose day he kept and in what place his father's ashes lay. He painted the court for me in colors that were often not very favorable, revealing, being honest, only the nature, the judgment, the heart, the garb of Archduke John. It was impossible for me to dispute the accuracy of his assessments. In many people he thought precisely like me, and, inside him, he did not compromise more than I did.
Like the agitated traveler who sighs after a fountain of living water, he thirsted for information about the situation in Europe. I told him everything I knew and thought. Although in my opinion the fall of Charles X was inevitable, I was far from expecting that it would be soon; as for Louis Philippe and the younger branch, I didn't even think about it.
Rather, I believed in a period of anarchy, out of which the new government would emerge. To whom would this government fall divided? Could it be the Napoleonic party? This point was beyond my judgment. I could give the duke no other advice than to strengthen his judgment by reading the history of past times, in order to appreciate contemporary events; thus learning to distinguish reality and truth from appearances and illusions, above all, meditating on his father's story, realizing the current situation of the world, which contains in germ the near future that will be the result by virtue of the irresistible logic of things; furthermore, to affirm his person in the army and in the diplomatic spheres, to attract to him capable men of great experience, of whom I named several, finally, to enlighten himself by all possible means on the internal situation of France.
With a wave of his hand, he indicated his book collection, which contained several hundred volumes. They were historical works and memoirs, all related to the war and his father.
This precious treasure was increasing day by day, to which no obstacle was placed. I promised him that I would choose the best among these works, that I would be a very devoted friend of his and that I would complement with my reflections the observations that the general state of politics would suggest to him; finally I begged him not to confuse legitimate desires with achievable desires, but to never lose sight of them. He was so well trained by his young enthusiasm that he called me his Posa(1).
I replied to him:
— That's the language of a twenty-year-old. Is there any consistency in this will? That is what, at the moment, it is difficult for me to know.”
My defiance seemed to sadden him. He kissed me, telling me:
— You're right, I don't deserve you to see in me the son of Napoleon.
I comforted him with these words:
— Your Posa, yes, but on the condition that you do not imitate don Carlos; I will be for your whole life, and I hope, that it will be a glorious life.
He reviewed the entire series of steps to be taken so that, once his military house was established, it could be linked to his person. We had time ahead of us in this regard. He thought he would achieve his ends through his grandfather, the Emperor. I authorized him to do everything he could for this purpose. As for him, he no longer doubted success.
(1) Allusion to the tragedy of Schiller Don Carlos.
Source: Mes relations avec le duc de Reichstadt : mémoire posthume / par le comte de Prokesch-Osten,. . . ; traduit de l’allemand [par A. de Prokesch-Osten fils]. (s. f.). Gallica. https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k6536278r/f39.item.zoom
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