#oh how i'm living in the wrong part of spain

[tchouamenii]

what a welcome🤍

#oh how i'm living in the wrong part of spain #my team #good fucking luck #real madrid #chl #22/23

[mirasantidotes]

Messy Annotations - Chapter 2

If you haven't already, please read chapter 1 before reading chapter 2. THIS CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE. Read chapter 3 here.

Summary: After spending the night at Javi's house on accident, you wake up late for your lecture. Javi drives you, but you leave your belongings at his house, causing you to walk the trek back. On a whim, you ask him out to dinner, but does he know it's a date?

Character: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

Content Warnings: ooc!javi, shy!javi, sunshine!reader, reader has wavy hair (was mentioned in chap.1, but not chap.2), reader's love language is touch, very fluffy, reader lives in spain, implied age gap (reader is in their 30s), reader goes to college later in life, bookworm!reader, no use of y/n, javi calls reader nicknames, cussing (blink and you'll miss it), slight mentions of anxiety. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.46K

A/N: Finally, here's chapter 2 of Messy Annotations. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I opted to write Javi a little differently than in Chapter 1 just because I think he would get more comfortable with the reader as time went on, so he'd be less flustered at everything. I think I'm going to make this into a 3-part series, so look forward to the next chapter!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. My requests are open if you have any ideas for future fics.

Masterlist coming one of these days.

(Divider by saradika)

The irritating feeling of your phone buzzing against your thigh wakes you up, you groggily reach into your pocket, pull it out, and turn it on. The bright screen illuminates your face, making you close your eyes harshly as they begin to water from not having been used to the light yet from your deep sleep. You open them up just enough to see, and your phone screen reads 8:30 AM. You read the day, and it says Saturday. Your still foggy mind reminds you that your college holds mandatory lectures on that day from 9 AM to 3 PM. 

You look around, not recognizing your surroundings. Shit, you fell asleep at Javi's house. You blink a few times, registering before the panic sets in that you're going to be late, as you’re well over 45 minutes walking distance from your college. As you panic, you lift your head off of Javi's lap abruptly. You stand up a little too quickly, beginning to run around his living room, almost tumbling over face-first from being half asleep still. Your harsh movements wake up Javi in the process. He notices your anxiety-induced state, "What's wrong, hermosa?" he says, standing up out of his seat as he watches you quickly beginning to pick up your things littered throughout his house from the previous night. 

You pause at the nickname for a split second, before continuing. "I'm gonna be late for my lecture," you say, still not looking in his direction. 

"Mierda (shit)" he says, fixing his shirt and messy slept-in hair before he runs to grab his car keys, "I'll drive you, so you aren't late," he finishes as he dangles his car keys in the air, making them chime lightly. 

You turn to face him, "Oh, thank you so much!" you say, sighing in relief that you aren't going to be late. As you finish grabbing your things, you speak again, "Okay, I'm ready," and you begin walking to Javi who's waiting by the door, holding it open for you already. The two of you walk out and go into his garage before getting into his car. You both drive off to your college, and you give him directions on how to get there. 

As you arrive at your college, you get out of Javi's car, before turning around to see him resting one of his hands on the steering wheel, and his other elbow lying lazily out of the window. You wave to him, "Bye Javi," smiling. 

"Have a good day, hermosa." he says simply, shooting you a sweet smile, before you turn to walk into your college, waving ‘bye’ to him, as he starts his car engine and leaves the parking lot. 

After about 45 minutes into your extremely boring lecture, your mind drifts to the previous day. You remember buying books at the library, but as you recall further, you realize you left them at Javi’s house. You let out a sigh of discontent. You also happen to realize, you hadn’t gotten his phone number. Your mind wanders for the rest of your irritatingly long lectures, thinking about the memories you made yesterday, making your heart flutter. After sitting there for what seemed like forever, your professor finally released you from what felt like prison, and you walked out of your college. 

You begin your trek to Javi’s house again to retrieve your books, and to get the man’s phone number. As you’re walking, you’re fully focused on how you got there yesterday, trying to remember each turn you took. You hadn’t really been paying attention last time— your mind was focused on talking to Javi and the feeling of his hand in yours. After about 30 minutes, you come back across the flower field the two of you ran through the previous day. You smile to yourself at the thought. 

After a little while longer, you finally reach his home, a sigh of exasperation leaving you from how tired the long walk made you, making you breathe heavily. You walk up to his door and knock. Javi answers almost immediately, eyes widening when he sees it’s you, before quickly turning his expression into the sweet smile you saw earlier that morning when he dropped you off. “Hey, I forgot—” you start, but you’re quickly interrupted. 

“Your books?” he finishes your statement, lifting the familiar bag that you had put them in the day before at the library, as he lets out a few laughs. 

“Yeah,” you say, joining his laughter. He steps to the side of the door, motioning for you to come inside, and of course, you oblige. 

“I’ll leave these here,” he says simply, as he sets down the bag by the door, “for when you’re getting ready to head out,” he finishes, turning back to look at you. You give him a smile before nodding. “Did you want something to snack on?” he asks, seeming concerned whether you had eaten, which you haven’t. Your professors have been torturing you all day, and you hadn’t got the chance. 

“Yes please, I haven’t eaten all day,” you sigh, feeling your stomach grumble, feeling like it's reaching up into your throat for some type of nourishment. Javi waves his hand, signaling for you to follow him into the kitchen, and you follow his instruction. The big windows let through large rays of light onto his appliances and island counter. 

You sit down on one of the stools behind the bar, as Javi walks around and leans his arms on the counter in front of you. “What do you want to eat, sweetheart?” he asks looking into your eyes, but you catch a glimpse of his cheeks reddening, as does yours at the nickname. You think for a moment, unsure.

He clears his throat, pushing himself off the edge of the counter and swiftly making his way over to the fridge, opening it. You hum— he continues after clearing the lump that had started forming in his throat from his nervousness, “We have—” he pauses, looking around in the fridge, fiddling with a few containers you can’t see from where you’re sitting, “nothing in here,” he finishes, closing the fridge door, before turning back to you. You chuckle before looking to the side; you see some bags of chips and a box of pastries— you recognize the label; it’s your favorite bakery. 

You slide the box over to you, “Another thing we have in common—” you say, looking up at him, meeting his eyes that are now level with yours, as he’s leaning on the counter once more, “I go to this bakery all the time,” you finish, smiling, before opening up the small brown box, the aroma of different pastries filling the kitchen. You see a few different snacks inside— churros, piononos, Napolitana de chocolate (chocolate Neapolitan), and a few others you don’t recognize. “Can I have one of these?” you ask, looking back up to meet his warm eyes once more. 

He nods, “Yeah, have whatever you want out of there, hermosa.” he says with a smile. You mirror his expression and grab one of the snacks and start eating it as he grabs one of the bags of chips you noticed earlier, before walking around the island to sit next to you on a stool. “How were your, uh— classes?” he asks as he turns his head toward you, sticking a chip into his mouth. 

You grumble at the thought of your lecture, “Terrible. They just kept talking and talking—” you exaggerate before returning his question, “What about you? How was your day?”

“It’s been okay; was worried about getting you your books back though,” Javi states, turning his gaze back to his bag of chips. 

You chuckle, “So was I— I thought you might steal them,” you joke once more, causing him to laugh. You think back to yesterday for a brief moment, “Oh, I still wanna finish reading that book; the one you wanted me to read,” you finish, taking another bite from your snack before looking in his direction, and him meeting your gaze.

Javi hums, “Let me go get it for you, I’ll be right back,” he says with his mouth still full of food, shooting you a crooked smile before stepping off of his stool, and disappearing into the living room. You notice he left his chips, and turn to see if he’s walking back yet, and since you don’t see him, you take a few chips and stick them in your mouth. Of course, he comes back just as you reach for another, his voice startling you, “Stealing my food, are we?” he says, his laughter filling the room. 

You giggle at his words, “They’re good; might have to go buy some for myself,” you say smiling as you eat the chip you grabbed as he walked in— he returns your smile with a hearty laugh. He sits back down on the stool and slides the book over to you, and you can see he put a bookmark on the page you left off on last night. Even though you just ate, you’re still hungry, but for some actual food, not something that’s going to make you bounce off the walls within the hour— “Hey, do you wanna go out for dinner tonight with me?” you ask, breaking the silence. 

“Sure, where to?” he asks, turning his head towards you. 

“There’s a place I like going to that’s by my dorm; it’s a small restaurant, nothin’ too fancy,” you reply, fiddling with the book he just handed you, not looking at him— but you had a bright smile on your face that you couldn’t possibly hide, even if you wanted to.

He smiles, “Sounds great,” he says as he looks over to the time imprinted on the stove before the two of you; it reads 4:36 PM. “We should leave soon if we’re gonna go; it’s getting close to dinner time,” he says simply, looking over at you, and you meet his gaze.

“Alright, I’ll get my things gathered up,” you reply. 

He looks down at himself, humming; “I’ll go get dressed into something different and meet you by the door in a few minutes, okay, hermosa?” he says as he puts his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before stepping off his stool. You give Javi a smiling nod before doing the same, picking up the book on the counter, and walking to the front door. You pick up the bag of books he left lying there, throwing it over your shoulder and you wait for him to meet you. 

After a few minutes, he returns, wearing a brown shirt with multicolored stripes imprinted on both of his broad shoulders and some moss-green pants, both of which complimented his tanned skin and eyes quite nicely. 

A smile rises on your face when you see him, “You ready, sweetheart?” he asks, smiling at you back. You hum while nodding your head, and the two of you walk out of his house together. The two of you get into his car, setting your bag of books down in the back seat, and he drives off, you giving him directions on how to get to the restaurant. 

As you arrive at the restaurant and step out of Javi’s car, you arrive at the door, stopping abruptly. You forgot your wallet in your dorm. You groan, throwing your head back in vexation. He turns around to face you, wondering what you’re upset about. “I forgot my wallet,” you say, lowering your heat to meet his softened gaze. 

“That’s okay, I’ll pay for us,” he says with a soft smile as he grabs the door, about to walk into the restaurant, but you reach out to hold onto his arm, stopping him in his tracks as he shoots his head back to look at his arm, and quickly looking up to meet your eyes once more. 

“No, I’m taking you out to eat, I should pay—” you start your plea, “plus, it’s only a 10-minute walk to my dorm,” you finish. Javi releases his hand on the restaurant door, his body untensing. “Do you wanna wait here or walk with me?” you ask him, still holding onto his arm. 

“I’ll walk with you,” he says with a smile, and you guide him to the direction of your dorm, your arm still interlinked with his. The two of you reach your front door, and you unlink your arms so you can unlock it, and you walk in.

“You can come in,” you say, turning back for a moment to look at him smiling as he steps inside. “Ignore the mess, please,” you add, not facing him as you begin looking for your wallet, forgetting where you put it. Javi looks around your small, quaint dorm room, which you surprisingly managed to finesse all to yourself, so you’re without the annoyance of a young party-animal of a roommate. 

You find your wallet finally on your coffee table, and you turn back to face him. You see him standing, staring at all the different artworks you have spread around your apartment— both finished and unfinished. “These are all really beautiful,” he compliments, mesmerized by your most recent artwork. 

“Thank you— I major in art, so I’d hope so,” you say, a peal of light laughter escaping your mouth at your own joke. 

He shifts his focus from the painting and looks up at you, meeting your gaze, causing a gentle smile to spread across his face. “You ready to go?” he asks— his voice soft, and sweet. You speak a small ‘yep’ while nodding as he walks over to your door, opening it for you to step out as you walk toward him, “You first, sweetheart,” he says smiling brightly, his cheeks flush with a light pink, waiting for you to step through the door. 

As you walk through, he makes sure to turn the bottom lock before he shuts the door, locking it. He turns to you, putting his arm resting on your upper back, guiding you as the two of you return to the restaurant, walking inside. The waiter at the front walks the two of you to your seats, and you smell the various foods as you walk by people’s tables— some people on dates, some with their family and kids; your mind wonders, was this a date to him? 

The waitress hands both of you your menus before walking away and returning a few minutes later asking what you’d like to order. After you tell the woman what you’d like, you and Javi talk almost the entire time, only pausing long enough to eat your food before it got cold. You talk about how college is for you now that you’re older in life, and he asks about what you study down to the most minuscule details and you tell him you lived in the states before coming to college. He talks about his life as well, and you’re just as intrigued by what he has to say— he explains to you about his film and new-found success. The tables around you come and go with families and people on dates, as the two of you stay and talk, sharing laughs, and making kind remarks at each other. 

The two of you finally finish eating, “I’ve really enjoyed this, Javi; thank you for coming to dinner with me,” you say, smiling brightly at him, causing him to return your expression. 

He nods at your words, “I’m glad I came too, hermosa.” he says softly, pushing his plate away from him, and setting it on top of your finished one. Your heart flutters at the nickname he’s been calling you all day, making you smile brightly. You shift your gaze to your lap, as you pull out your wallet to pay, taking the money out and moving it towards the table. “You really don’t need to pay, sweetheart,” he says, his hand reaching across the small table, resting on your wrist, motioning for you to stop. 

“No, Javi, I really should pay,” you start, “I brought you here to eat, so it’s my responsibility,” you finish, shooting him a soft smile with your doe eyes. 

He nods, “Okay, but next time, I’m paying, alright hermosa?” he says, nodding his head downward slightly before finally unhandling your wrist.

You nod, “Okay, fine. Next time,” you reply sweetly— smiling at the thought of sharing more memories with the man before you. You set the money on the table, and you shift your wallet back into your pocket as you stand up from your seat, Javi following your actions. 

The two of you walk to the restaurant door before walking out together, and to Javi’s car. “Let me drive you home at least, sweetheart.” he pleads, leaning his arm on the passenger side of his car, arms crossed, looking at you with his big doe eyes, which you find really hard to say no to. 

“It’s only a 10-minute walk, Javi— I’ll be okay,” you say, rubbing his shoulder gently while letting out a few chuckles. 

“No, please, let me,” he continues his pleas while gazing at you with his golden-retriever eyes, his voice ringing softly in your ears, making you feel slight butterflies. 

“Okay, fine,” you give in, smiling. Javi shoots you a bright grin like what you just said were the best words he could ever hear, before opening the car door for you to step in, shutting it back before walking to the driver's side and getting in after you. He drives you to your dorm’s parking lot and turns off the engine. 

You take off your seat belt and let your hand lay on your thigh; Javi follows your actions. He turns to you, “I had a lot of fun tonight, sweetheart,” he says, leaning toward you and taking your hand in his, squeezing it tightly as he plays with your fingers and brushing his thumb across your soft skin, a light pink flushing his cheeks. 

You smile, “Me too, Javi,” you say simply, looking into his brown eyes that you find extremely easy to get lost in.

“Next time?” he asks, tilting his head. 

A gentle rush of excitement rushes through your body, causing butterflies to flap in your stomach once more, “Next time,” you reply smiling, as heat rises slowly onto your cheeks. 

He lets go of your hand after giving it one more gentle squeeze, and you reach in to hug him, giving him a small kiss on his cheek as you pull away from him, his eyes immediately meeting yours, before letting out a soft laugh, making you return it as well. 

You turn to step out of his car and close the door behind you, “Bye, Javi, have a good night,” you say waving, as you start walking away from his car.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he hollers, waving back to you. You hear the sound of his engine start once more before you’re suddenly reminded, you still don’t have his phone number.

You yell out a ‘wait’ causing him to look back up at you as you turn to run back to the side of his car. “I forgot to give you my number, again,” you say in between laughs laced with embarrassment.

He snorts at your mistake and quickly opens his glove box to find a piece of paper and a pen before handing it to you. You quickly write down your number and hand it back to Javi. The two of you say your goodbyes once more before you finally leave to turn and walk back to your dorm, smiling to yourself the whole way. 

As you settle into your couch, you relive the memories you had with Javi, you groan when you realize he didn’t give you his number, feeling slightly defeated. You sigh, realizing you’re going to have to until he calls you with plans— a worry washes over you; what if he doesn’t call you?

You sit and watch TV for a few more hours, barely paying attention to the soft mumbles coming from your speakers— your mind focused on the day’s events. You glance up at your clock, seeing it’s getting late. You switch off your TV to go lie in your unmade bed, your mind once more drifting to Javi. Your heart flutters every time you remember him calling you hermosa or sweetheart, every time his body brushes against yours, creating small strikes of lightning on your skin, and every time he laughs at your jokes or actions— you feel yourself falling, and falling hard for Javi. 

Your last thought before falling into a deep slumber for the night is, is he falling too?

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[longeyelashedtragedy]

send me a character and i’ll list:

Mikel!

oooh, this is an interesting one

i once told a friend, i forget who, that Mikel is what an AI would spit out if i gave it a bunch of traits i find desirable in a man. and fitting for an AI, mikel isn't actually someone i want in that way, if that makes sense? he's kind of...uncanny valley. off-putting. not quite "inscrutable," but, hmmm. sort of like his life partner granit, he's unlike anyone else out there, but in a very different way than granit is.

favorite thing about them: the passion, the stubbornness, the slight insanity, the toothy-grinned charisma. i think he'd be a great politician, which is a compliment in a sense that i love politicians in an academic sort of way (hate them in practice, with very few exceptions). the behind the scenes machinations re: auba's departure in all or nothing were kind of terrifying and fascinating at once. also, what he did for granit literally brings me to tears. it's the disney love story that disney love stories want to be. oh, also his ass. what the fuck kind of workouts is he doing

also random fun fact: his older sister is a bougie artist who lives in mallorca year-round

least favorite thing about them: a) what he's doing to aaron ramsdale. b) that he's a native speaker of euskera but he's NEVER spoken it anywhere. it is a beautiful language and i'd love to hear him speak it. mikel, your less hot counterpart xabi has spoken it in interviews, get on it

favorite line:

brotp: xabi alonso! i don't really ship them romantically, but i do love that they've known each other for so long and their lives periodically intertwine, like right now with granit.

notp: kloppteta (i don't really ship kloppo with anyone, sry guys!)

otp: runners up: pepteta, & mikel and tim cahill back in everton (they...TRULY were a force of nature in those olde interviews)

The winner...

XHAKARTETA

maybe, in some ways, The Best OTP Of All Time (*aside from rakidrić). it's everything, everything.

i write about it a lot on here from the perspective of what Xhakarteta did for granit, and will do that again in my granit ask. i think it wasn't as obvious specifically what it did for mikel until granit left and mikel really seems to have lost his marbles a little. i have the feeling that mikel doesn't fully respect that many people, or trust that many people, and i think his utter and complete respect/trust for granit was a relief to him, and having granit around as his true equal did more for his stability than he knew.

plus they're gorgeous together physically. imagine their kids! like. damn. they'd also speak some of the coolest languages on the planet.

xhakarteta is weird because i bash on my own writing a lot, but i'm really satisfied with how i write and interpret them. i give them that little exciting something extra 😈

random headcanon: mikel probably has the most basic milquetoast liberal politics on the planet

unpopular opinion: he looked better with the Rangers-era long hair and he needs his earring back! i don't know how unpopular that is on tumblr, but i think it's unpopular with him lol

song i associate with them: i have a couple, but as with most footballers my song associations are kind of on superficial levels (franko and my movren mix being the exceptions)

bulería by david bisbal - wrong part of spain, but this song goes harder than any song should be going, and i love the DRAMA, and also that line -- "quiero ser tu calma y tu tempestad" -- i want to be your calm and your storm -- That's Xhakarteta !!!

favorite picture of them: ok, i'm sure at least one person will predict what i'm going to choose:

-2004, glasgow. so many photos i could have picked, but at the same time like...yeah!

#new-berry #answered #thank u...this was an interesting one #mikel

[willel]

Have you seen the news about the stage play? Apparently it will feature the Creels and their arrival to Hawkins. But there's some new characters too i guess?

Oh and also apparently Hopper, Joyce and Bob will have roles in the story too. I wonder if the other kids' parents will be featured or will it just feature Jim, Joyce and Bob (also what about Lonnie...? I guess he doesn't exist in the same school as them or something? I am not sure about this part). They also mentioned Joyce's surname before the marriage but i forgot. I am not sure how centered they will be in the story but it still would be enjoyable to watch Joyce's young ages tbh, but I am not sure if they're gonna focus on her relationship with Hopper and Bob.

Oh and the new characters feature a boy and a girl, they are different characters than Henry, Joyce, Hopper and Bob I am guessing, but i might be wrong. But the new characters are said to be 14 years old, so i guess they are entirely different characters or smth?

Interestin, interestin.

“Hawkins, 1959: a regular town with regular worries. Young Jim Hopper’s car won’t start, Bob Newby’s sister won’t take his radio show seriously and Joyce Maldonado just wants to graduate and get the hell out of town. When new student Henry Creel arrives, his family finds that a fresh start isn’t so easy… and the shadows of the past have a very long reach,” the play’s synopsis reads. “Brought to life by a multi-award-winning creative team, who take theatrical storytelling and stagecraft to a whole new dimension, this gripping new adventure will take you right back to the beginning of the ‘Stranger Things’ story – and may hold the key to the end.”

It says it's written by one of the actual show writers and executive producers, so that's a plus. Most of the spin-offs you see are just written by authors hired on to work on the IP. This would be "from the roots" almost. This is probably the most canon spin-off we've seen to date.

Looks like the Duffers themselves actually collaborated on this too so yeah.

As for the story itself, seems like Joyce, Hopper, and Bob are the titular characters. Question is, will they retcon Joyce and Bob not actually knowing each other in school or not. Maybe Hopper will be the thread that ties them together funnily enough.

I don't really know where this falls in the timeline of things. I'm sure I used to know how old Joyce and Hopper were but I also feel like they never explicitly said it...

Let's see...

Looks like people estimate she was born in 1942 along with Hopper, though I'm not sure where they got that Hopper assumption. But let's go with it.

That would make Joyce and them about 17 years old during this stage play. Ok, older than I thought.

In which case, Henry is like, 12 years old in 1959 isn't he? So them meeting each other seems unrealistic. I mean, I know the middle school and high school are on the same campus, but a direct meeting between Joyce, Hopper, or Bob with Henry doesn't make much sense.

The neighborhood Henry lived in also looked like the rich affluent part of town, which I don't think fits Hopper or Joyce's background so it's not like they'd be neighbors.

Hm........... in this stage play, I think we will

Meet Hopper's parents. Specifically his dad who he apparently hated

Meet Joyce's family and learn why she wants to get out of town and how the hell she ended up with Lonnie Byers

I have no idea about Bob but ok

Learn about Virginia Creel and what's actually wrong with that family.

Find out why Joyce's family were such outcasts or why her aunt is considered crazy

Meet some random characters who we will never see again. But Karen will probably be there.

Speaking of Joyce, WE FINALLY GOT A MAIDEN NAME! Maldonado.

I mean........... certainly not what I was thinking it could be. It appears to be of Spanish origin (spanish from Spain)

AND THE MEANING???? LIKE WOW OK. Rude. Giving a lot of "cursed family" vibes. "Bad luck" basically.

Kinda sad they didn't go with the Jewish angle but I mean, who is to say they aren't? I choose to believe it still.

(also, this is hilarious and the reason why wikis aren't always 100% correct. Horowitz is Winona Ryers' original last name. The yearbook image is not from that Yearbook they official released, it was a fanedit that existed way before that book came out.)

#stranger things #joyce byers #joyce maldonado #this is really all about Joyce #I WANT JOYCE CONTENT #so I'm tagging joyce

[dgiacomo]

#Munday: Hello! I was wondering... you write those comics in English, of course, because everyone understands, but Paldea would be the equivalent of Spain. When you imagine Giacomo and the other guys talking to Anon or the various fans, do you imagine them speaking in Spanish or English?

Another question: "Giacomo" is a typical Italian name and it is difficult to find someone outside of Italy who pronounces it correctly. (And I know... because I speak Italian.) Do you think I could ask Giacomo how he lives with his name probably often mispronounced in Paldea? Because it is a detail and maybe it is not an aspect that you have deepened, therefore I would not like... "to bother" you.

Thank you!

[I write them in English because I'm from the UK and it's my first language, haha! XD And I played the games in English, of course...

And I have thought about it before... would they be speaking English? Would they be speaking Spanish/Portuguese? Is Giacomo actually Italian going by his name and was he studying abroad to be at the academy? Can you actually confirm he'd be Pokémon equivalent of Italian since Giacomo is only his English language name and his original Japanese name is Piña? Hmmm! Lots to consider!

I personally like the idea that he's from Poké-Italy (whatever that may end up being) and he was studying abroad and now he just lives in Paldea because that's where his friends are... it also matches his olive tone skin, right? And the fact he likes to gesticulate with his arm when he's talking about something he's passionate about. But that's speculation alone, haha!

I guess, because it's been over a decade since I spoke any Spanish, I imagine them all speaking English with fitting accents?

Regarding his name... for anybody wondering, it's pronounced "JACK-oh-mo" with a kind of swing... or thereabouts XD You can look up pronunciations on youtube by Italian speakers to get the proper intonation and emphasis (which I do find hard to say, so he's "Jackomo" to me)... that's right, right, Chiarachill? Correct me if I'm wrong!

You can totally ask Giacomo whatever you like though. =) Honestly. Even if you think it might be something I haven't thought about or maybe it might be rude... it's fine, send it over anyway. XD It's not a bother!

Receiving asks is part of the joy of an ask blog for me, it lets me know you guys are interested and engaged! And when the asks stop, the blog stops, you know? So ask to your heart's content!

As a side note, I notice a lot of people who interact with this blog DON'T have English as their first language... thank-you for enjoying my blog and engaging with it even though it's in a language that isn't your first. =) I'm tickled by how many of you there are, it's awesome that Pokémon and Scarlet and Violet has managed to bring people together internationally!]

#Pokemon #Giacomo #Pokemon Giacomo #Giacomo Pokemon #Team Star #munday #chiarachill

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

have you listened to the jesc songs? which is your favourite??

I HAVE NOT BUT I SHOULD. you know what. i'm gonna listen to them in the bus and you'll get my live opinion on them:

-Albania (Bota ime - Viola Gjyzeli): Love the harmonies! It really sounds like an esc Albanian song huh. Very epic and such.

-Armenia (Do it my way - Yan Girls): OH LOVE THE VIBES FOR THIS ONE!!! GIRLBAND GOODNESS !!! Also I love they still sing in Armenian even if there's bits of English there :) I am sure it has a sick choreography but alass i'm hearing them on spotify

-Estonia (Hoiame Kokku - ARHANNA): ooooh this one sounds so powerful!!! Love the chorus with the two voices! It's definitely a serious topic, sounds like it has a strong message

-France (Cœur - Zoé Clauzure): I am sadly not inmune to french singing. It just sounds too good I have no option but to stan 😔. Oh that little 'ay ay ay' in the chorus is so familiar to me but I couldn't tell you why. The high notes !!!!

-Georgia (Over The Sky - Anastasia & Ranina): I was sad the song started in English but now they're singing in Georgian which :) THE HARMONIES !!!!! THE LITTLE SCREAMING PARTS !!!!!

-Germany (Ohne worte - Fia): Uuu I really like her voice. It sounds kinda school? I don't know how to explain it. Not much else to say tho, the song is fairly simple. Not that it's a bad thing tho.

-Ireland (Aisling - Jessica McKean): Is that Irish I'm hearing ????? If it is big slay from Ireland in jesc exactly !!! If it's not I'm so sorry I cannot understand anything </3 Nevertheless, love her voice and how whispery it is!

-Italy (Un mondo giusto - Melissa, Ranya): OHHH THAT RASPY VOICE ONE OF THEM HAS !!!! INSANE !!!! It's sounds so epic !!! Why do they sing parts in English tho :( The chorus is insane !!!

-Malta (Stronger - Yulan): This one also sounds pretty epic, I can see this one playing in the radios. Love the voice as well. That last part !!!! And the highs !!!

-Netherlands (Holding on To You - Sep & Jasmijn): Love to hear Dutch! It sounds so good in song !!! Uuuu love the vibes with this one honestly!!! THE BEAT OH MY GOD IT'S SUCH A BOP

-North Macedonia (Kazi Mi, Kazi Mi Koj - Tamara Grujeska): We love a Balkan ballad exactly !!!! She has such a beautiful voice! Quick question is it a requirement for a percentage of the song to be in English??? Cause tons are mixing English in there and I cannot say I love it. Anyways. Classic Balkan ballad with folk elements, what's not to love honestly.

-Poland (I Just Need a Friend - Maja Krzyzewska): wait why is this one so depressing ??? a very pretty voice tho. it's just very :( the bridge is cute

-Portugal (Where I belong - Júlia Machado): her voice singing in portuguese is quite possibly the cutest thing i've ever heard omg 😭 too much English tho :( once again her portuguese is sooooo

-Spain (Loviu - Sandra Valero): okay polyglot queen I see you !! These lyrics are so cute actually 🤧 in general the song is so cute!!! You were not wrong this song is actually good :)

- Ukraine (Kvitka - Anastasia Dymyd): ooooh I do love me an ethnic song yesss!!! Love the beat for this one! THE SCREAM!!!

-UK (Back to life - STAND UNIQU3): This one is also super radio friendly. And is this another girlband??? Cause if then massive slay for them! The tune is catchy enough

OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW EVERYONE (EXCEPT I GUESS MALTA) SUNG IN THEIR LANGUAGES ???? EVEN IRELAND ???? WHY DOESN'T THIS HAPPEN IN ESC

anyways. after this first listen I think my favourite is Netherlands! of course as with esc the scenography and live vocals are quite important so this might change. but yeah. for now Netherlands is the one for me :)

#ask #jesc 2023 #jesc #this took two days oooops #but it was fun so thank you <3

[lotlvision]

my first listen jesc 2023 rankings!

ireland 9.5/10 oh i adore the mood of this, and her dress! this is going to be BEAUTIFUL on stage i can already tell, and she's got such a lovely voice. as long as she can perform it live, she'll be a big contender.

spain, 9/10 oh this is SO fun, i love the video. so many fun colours, i hope the staging lives up to the vibe this gives off. it doesn't feel like a winner in a competition - a little bit too pop-y for that - but is DEFINITELY going in my playlists!

portugal, 9/10 i REALLY like this one, her voice is beautiful, it's such a wonderful mood. i'm not sure how it'll translate to the stage - i'm crossing my fingers she can do really well. another one that's a big favourite for me but doesn't feel like it'll win a competition

germany, 9/10 oh my god she's singing AND signing? that is IMPRESSIVE. big fan of the instrumental, this is another one that has a huge potential with the staging. the fact that i'm already trying to sing along and i'm writing this during the second chorus says it all

georgia, 9/10 i wanted georgia to win last year, and i honestly really love the music video. if the staging matches it with storytelling this could be another really strong contender. the usual comment on recorded vocals, hope they can deliver on stage. LOVE the costumes

malta, 8.5/10 some great vocals (if replicated live), a really good song all round honestly. we'll see how it translates to the stage, i think they could risk taking away from the sound of her voice if they try to get too busy with the staging

ukraine, 8.5/10 the fact that a kid young enough to still be loosing baby teeth is performing LIVE this well already is insane to me. the staging is fun, the colours are wonderful and bright, and i love her costume. super catchy too!

united kingdom, 8/10 last but not least - us! the costumes are great, though these kids look more like 17 than 12/13! there's a clear direction for the staging already, the dance is fun, the song is quirky and unique. if they can perform it live it'll be great!

france, 8/10 i love that they've recycled la zarra's props 😉 it's very france, which checks out. france always delivers so no surprises here. much like the others, just fingers crossed she can deliver the vocals live.

the netherlands, 8/10 this is a builder, the dancers in the first part are going too hard for the song at that point. the staging looks fun, it's all very co-ordinated. it's a fun song, but possibly too generic-pop to stand out? the vocals are very good, especially the young girl!

armenia, 8/10 a music video always makes it harder to assess what live vocals will be like, but it's a fun song, lots of bright colours, good choreography. if they can perform is live it'll be great on the stage!

estonia, 8/10 music video again so hard to judge live vocals, but the song is very pretty. the staging should be powerful but simple if the video is anything to go by. the worst part about (j)esc is pitting ballads and pop songs against each other

italy, 7/10 the vocals are very mature, though the usual pre-recorded disclaimer applies. i'm not sure i have much of a sense of how staging, lighting, costumes etc. might work so i'm a little lost with where to put this

poland, 7/10 it doesn't feel too special, hopefully with some polishing between selection and next months there'll be less nerves, she had a great voice further into the song. i don't think this will make waves, but i could be wrong!

north macedonia, 7/10 she has a lovely voice, and i hope those moons(?) feature in the staging. i like her voice, but it's pre-recorded and doesn't quite match with the video. we'll see how she does live. it has potential!

albania, 6/10 viola has a solid voice, especially if those pre-recorded vocals are also her, damn good range. the instrumental feels a bit empty, & between singing there's not much in the way of stage presence, but she should have more to play with at jesc.

#jesc #jesc 2023 #junior eurovision #junior eurovision 2023

[heavenknowsffs]

hiii, hope you're good! <3

4., 10., 16., 26.

Hii! I am okay thank you i hope you're good too ❤️

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

Francesinha 😳 the sole reason i have not left portugal yet is the food (and the beer being so cheap).

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

Foda-se is great you can use it for anything, caralho is a strong favourite too

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

Most of europe thinks we are lazy. No we are not lazy, in fact everyone that has ever employed a portuguese person abroad has always said we're one of the most hardworking people they met so there. We simply enjoy living life as well and maybe you wouldn't believe it if i told you how many people put in extra work hours just to be "the best they can be" without even getting extra pay or recognized by the company. I'm glad we are starting to loose this mindset and stop being exploited tbh and yes we drink a lot we party a lot and we go out with friends almost every day. But you wouldn't judge a hobbit for doing it.

Idk if this one could be considered a stereotype but that we are very hospitable i agree with. Not in the capital but everywhere else in the country we are usually very nice to people even though it's becoming less and less so due to the tourist boom making this country into a resort and leaving us out of homes but yeah that's another matter for another time

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

Rarely. Only remember the country being portrayed in himym and barney was fucking us over in some way. Otherwise it's usually portrayed with spain's flag (wrong) or in brazil (wrong again) or some variation that is not true at all 🤡 oh i also remembered in The Ninth Gate by Polansky there's part of the story going on in Portugal and it's actually not bad at all and if i remember correctly there's even someone speaking actual portuguese in it instead of spanish or pt-br lol but nationality-wise i think never seen anything from hollywood

Thanks for the questions!

#answers #yesyoutubeisruiningmylife

[rinadragomir]

Okay, so, here I am, remaining anonymous so that it’s harder for you to kill me 💀

- Jessamine is such an underrated character.

- Gabriel is way better than Gideon, and his internal struggle is way more realistic. Also, Gabrily is the best TID ship.

- Herongraystairs are special, while not my favorite, as a human relationship, but both Jessa and Wessa are so overrated. So is Kitty.

- Tessa is annoying. Worst protagonist by a whole lot.

- I dislike James almost as much as Charles. Also, I hate how Cassie blames everything on being irascible when it comes to James and Will. I feel like she validates behaviours that really shouldn’t be validated.

- Having Thomas and Eugenia is Gideon’s redemption era.

- Neither Grace nor Christopher are necessarily aroace, and people should treat the topic more carefully. I’m not saying that they can’t be (and it would be great if Cassie handled it correctly), but I see a lot of people mixing up trauma with being aroace. And that is really harmful.

- Cordelia is okay, but I do feel like Cassie hasn’t fully fledged her character and it occasionally seems to me like I’m dealing with different people depending on the scenes.

- Ghostwriter isn’t worth the hype, but it’s still way better than Jordelia.

- Jordan was in the wrong with Maia, but he wasn’t a bad person.

- Kierarktina doesn’t work. If Mark and Cristina had as much chemistry as Mark and Kieran or as Cristina and Kieran, it’d be great. Sadly they don’t.

- Thule!Livvy and Cameron are so underrated. I’m still heartbroken over one of them being dead in each world and them never being able to be together.

- Diego is a very complex and interesting character, precisely because he’s not perfect.

- QoAaD was disappointing, and its best parts were the Rosales brothers’ interactions.

- I love Malec, but what Cassie is doing with TEC (especially with TLBotW) isn’t it.

- Shinyun was so interesting in TRSoM and deserved a better characterisation than whatever Cassie was thinking at the time.

Ready to be killed in 3, 2, 1… 💀

@thestarkster1465 your soulmate is here. You can run to Antarctica together ✨🤗

1 - SHE IS 💅 MY UNDERRATED QUEEN. I really hope she'll manage to find peace in the wicked powers

2 - I wouldn't say he's better, I'll just say that plot makes him more complex, cause he was the one who stayed with his abusive father when Gideon left to Spain. He just has to be more interesting and complicated at this point. GABRILY BEING THE HORNIEST COUPLE + BEST PARENTS CHECK✅

3 - ...not Kitty and Jessa......YOU—

4 - That's an individual thing, i guess. Tessa annoyed me too a bit in TID but i understand that she was just a young girl raised how she was supposed to be raised that time. I love her in every other book🌼

5 - .... there's some truth about Will...BUT MY LITERALLY CURSED BOY JAMES?!?!?! LIVING UNDER SOME DEMONIC LOVE SPELL SINCE HE'S 12 or sth?!?!?! He literally cries when he hears the sound of rain!!!!!

6 - Maybe maybe 🤔

7 - That's actually a very complex and complicated topic. I think I should dedicate a separate post to this, but you're so right about that trauma part. @hotdog-frenchfries EDUCATE MEEEEE😭 Personally, I think that as long as we don't have official information about their sexuality, we can think whatever we want. They might both be aroace or not, both options are valid for now. And no one can condemn any of these options cause we don't have any information about it🤷🏼‍♀️I hope we'll find out in chot

8 - THAT'S SO TRUE OH MY GOD! Not to mention how in the first book Cordelia proudly told us where she came from and talked about her culture, and in the second book we pretend that none of this happened WTF CASSIE?!?!

9 - WHY Y'ALL DON'T LIKE MY GHOSTWRITER I'M GONNA CRY ALL DAY🥺 @axoloteca hug me

10 -That's true, i actually answered one ask about him yesterday, pls find it👉👈

11 - I wrote everything I think about Kierarktina here meow

12 - I KNOW😭😢 they fit each other so well, i guess Livvys destiny, to suffer in every world

13 - I've read TDA so fast I don't even remember him well. But everything i remember is pretty good🤔✨

14 - It was disappointing for me too but for different reasons. I tried to finish TDA as fast as I could, so i don't remember much about them either ;-; I said it hundred times and I'll do it again: too many characters + not enough pages

15 - oh but why 🥺🤔

16 - ONLY FACTS, THERE'S NO LIE, JUST TRUTH IN YOUR WORDS! #shinyun_deserves_better_2022

BABE I'M ALREADY RUNNING AFTER YOU😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

#asks✨ #ugh so many taaaggggsss #jessamine lovelace #tid #tda #tlh #tmi #twp #cassadra clare #gabriel lightwood #gabrily #diego rosales #grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood

[bugsy-maria]

Tenth Doctor x Daughter! Reader

Summary: the doctor leaves his daughter in 16th century England. In his eyes, he was doing it out of love but to her, he did it because he wanted to replace her. and one day they cross paths in a somewhat pleasant way.

I walked along the crowded streets of Madrid Spain. I had already been here 3 other times but I still liked it. I looked at all of the vendors along the busy marketplace downtown. I felt a weird feeling so I continued to wake wherever felt right in hopes of an adventure. my Dad and I always used to go on them till he dropped me off in 1537 England. he told me to go outside and look around but once I got out, he left.

still, nonetheless, I love going on adventures. I continue walking till I get into an alleyway behind a bakery. I see something blue at the end of the alleyway. I quickly walk to it, I knew what it was but I needed to be 1000% sure as right now I'm only 999.9% sure. my jaw dropped once I stood in front of it. I reach out my hand, I touch the wood, and hear the all too familiar hum of the tardis.

"Oh, I missed you too." I smiled at her. tears of joy pricked the corners of my eyes. I reach for the handle and push open the door. just to see a new layout. it seemed as though the theme was blue, with the console having a blue light in it. I run-up to the center excitingly, my hand grazes across the control which causes a moan of the beautiful machine to be released.

"How about an adventure huh?" I asked her. I ran around the controls hitting buttons and pulling things. the tardis starts to shake, but it's not the shaking that I remember, but instead, it's a violent shake that completely throws me to the ground. I quickly stand up and land her as fast as I could. i loud wheezing sound comes from her making me worried.

"What did you think you were" the man stopped talking once he saw me. and I instantly knew who he was.

"Dad?" I looked at him in shock.

"What did you say?" a blonde girl from behind him said.

"Oh," I said realizing that he only got rid of me so he could have other people document him.

"Oh? what do you mean- oh." he realized when I was thinking. he looked between blondie and I. "No! it's not that."

"It sure looks like it."

"Looks like what?"

"Well it's not that I promise." he completely ignored blondie.

"You made a lot of promises you couldn't keep."

"But he keeps a lot of them!"

"Look blondie, you don't know him like I do." I looked her in the eyes, "Why did you have to pick such a naive one?" I groaned at him.

"She followed me and stuck around!"

"You said I could stay!"

"Yes, but you did the following part first."

"So we agree you replaced me. well, that's great." I sarcastically spoke.

"Oh I know what you are." blondie said with an all-knowing tone that I just knew was wrong.

"Oh? and what is that?"

"Rose."

"No, let her talk. I want to hear her say the wrong thing." I smiled, a smart tone in my voice. she walked up in front of me, staring me in the eyes.

"You used to travel together, and then you," she poked my chest, "fell in love with him, and when he dropped you off at your one-room flat where you live alone you felt so sad and out of place. and know you find him again, but he has someone new. face it you weren't good enough." I kept my face serious which I found to be insanely hard as all I wanted to do was burst out laughing. "Now, am I wrong?"

"Yes." I burst out laughing, bending over to catch my breath. "Oh, you couldn't be more wrong! well, you could but it would be really hard to be. I'm his daughter, he left me in 16th century England for about 500 earth years. I am not jealous especially not of you, in fact, I'm mad at him because he replaced me with such a slag!" I shouted the last part.

"(Y/N)!"

"No! you don't get to tell me what to do anymore! You left me! you wanted nothing to do with me! you lost your privilege of being my father 9 generations ago." I turn back to the controls putting in the coordinates for the earth.

"Stop it. you're acting like a child." he shoved me behind his arm, pushing me back from the controls.

"A child? you left me and you expect me to be okay with what you did?"

"The Daleks wanted to kidnap you and turn you into one of them, they wanted to kill you." his hands clenched the rail that ran along with the control panel. "I had to leave you, I was putting you at too much of a risk."

"If you told me that I would have-"

"You would have said that it was all going to be okay and that there was no reason to worry. then you would have gone to the Daleks and make a deal that if they take you then they have to stay away from me."

"Yeah." I chuckle lightly.

"I could never replace you." I felt him hug me.

"Wouldn't be that hard, you already did it seems." my eyes grow teary from the hug.

"No one could ever make me love one as much as I do you."

"you're not leaving me now."

"Of course not. never again."

#doctor who #dr who #the doctor #tenth doctor #10th doctor #tardis #rose tyler #doctor x reader #10th doctor x reader #doctor x daughter reader #dw #doctor who fandom #doctor who x reader #doctor who x you #doctor who fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #xreader #x daughter!reader

[arsonaetcuh]

Incorrect Hetalia Quotes part 6/? Romerica/Americano/Roaring 20s Trio edition (very long)

Lithuania: How did you and Romano get together? America: I almost beat him up when he was trying to clean Lithuania: America: It was love at first fight.

Romano: Alfredo is too tall for me to kiss on the lips. What should I do? Prussia: Punch him in the stomach and kiss him when he doubles over in pain. Lithuania: Kick him in the shins  America, sobbing: just ask me to lean down.

Romano: What are you, five? America: Yeah, five heads taller than you! America: I'm so sorry please don't kill me-

America: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Romano: Aren’t you forgetting something? America: Uhh… *hesitantly kisses Romano's forehead before running out*. Romano: No, bastard! Pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

America: isn't this wonderful? Romano: Yeah, it's just me, you, and the moon. Lithuania, as the moon: HEY, YOU TWO SHOULD KISS

Lithuania: Hey, Romano, are you free on Friday? Like, around 8pm on Friday? Romano: Si? Lithuania: What about you? America: Yeah, I am. Lithuania: Great! Because I’m not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! America: Did he just-

Romano: WHICH ONE OF YOU BASTARDS TOUTCHA MY SPAGHETTI?? I AM GOING TO KI- America: *raises hand* Romano: -iss you and bring you some more spaghetti. Do you want cheese on top?

America: YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR ROBBERY Romano: WAIT NO BUT WHAT DID I STEAL? America: My heart.

America: *whispers in Romano's ear* This place is pretty dangerous, want me to hold your hand... just in case? Romano: *rolls his eyes playfully and grabs America's hand, intertwining their fingers together* Lithuania: …We’re at the mall, what is wrong with you two???

Romano: Your smile? It makes my day. America: Your happiness? I live for that. Lithuania: A room? Just get one.

America: Oh c’mon, I didn’t drink that much last night! Lithuania: You were flirting with Romano. America: So what? He's my boyfriend. Lithuania: You asked if he was single…  Lithuania: And then cried when he said he wasn't

America: Oh c’mon, I didn’t drink that much last night! Lithuania: You were flirting with Romano. America: So what? He's my boyfriend. Lithuania: You asked if he was single…  Lithuania: And then cried when he said he wasn't

England: If you wanna marry America, you're gonna have to ask for my blessing.

Romano: Ok. May I have your-

Netherlands: And mine.

Romano: What?

France: And mine.

Romano:

Spain: And mine

Romano: You're supposed to be my dad!

Norway: And my blessing.

Sweden: And mine

Finland: And mine

Romano:

Denmark: Don't forget mine!

Canada: And mine!

Romano: *nervous sweating*

Lithuania: Alfred F. Jones, do you take Giacomo Vargas as your lawfully wedded husband? America: I Scooby-Dooby-Doo. Romano: I want a divorce.

America: Be the bigger person. Romano: No! I’m 170cm and bitter. You be the bigger person.

America, singing: This woman is my destiny. She said; Nyo!Romano, singing: Ooo oo oo ooh, shut up- Nyo!Romano, normal voice: Just shut up!

America: Making my way downtown. America: Walking fast. America: America: Walking slower to match my pace with Romano's because he's short.

America: For self defence purposes, imagine this scenario: I have a gun to your face and say "Your money or your life!" What would you do? Romano: Bold of you to assume I have money. Lithuania: Bold of you to assume I want to live.

Romano: So, bastard, what’s Alfredo's type? Lithuania: Hazel eyes, brown hair, oblivious, likes food, rude as hell Romano: Sounds kinda like me... Too bad we’re just friends! Lithuania: Did I mention oblivious? Romano: Si, why? Lithuania: Okay, just making sure.

Romano: I'm cooking my brother America: ok Romano: *for Romano: I love how you would've believed me.

Romano: What time is it? America: *rips off normal clothes to reveal revolutionary uniform* SHOWTIME Lithuania: I'm so sorry America: SHOWTIME SHOWTIME YO--

*After an argument between Romano and America* Lithuania: Alright, now America, do you have anything nice to say about Romano? America: …I've seen... shorter people.

Lithuania: So, why is America mad at you? Romano: He sneezed and I accidentally said “shut the fuck up” instead of “bless you.” Lithuania: How do you accidentally say “shut the fuck up”?!

America: So we went to the only person we could trust— Lithuania. Romano: But he told us our plan was way too devious. America: And illegal.

Romano: This is torture. You're torturing me. Stop trying to seduce me, it's not going to work. America: -literally just washing the dishes-

Romano: Anyone above 170cm doesn’t deserve happiness America: I’m sorry could you say that a bit louder? Couldn’t hear that from up here. Do you need a ladder? I can get you a ladder.

*Watching a horror movie* America: Are you scared? Romano: In this economy, who wouldn’t be?

Romano and America: Can you feel the lo- Lithuania, joining in: love tonight- America: Really? Lithuania: I'll shut up now

America, singing(???): IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT! Romano: *unsheathes sword* Lithuania: *stops him* America: RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVAL!!!

America and Romano: *making out in the kitchen* Lithuania, casually walking by while eating cereal: Oh hey am I interrupting anything

Link to part 5

#aph roaring 20s trio #aph lithuania #aph romano #aph south italy #aph america #aph americano #aph romerica #romerica #aph engalnd #aph netherlands #aph france #aph spain #aph norway #aph sweden #aph denmark #aph canada #aph finland #I wrote 30 quotes #Guess what I did instead of sleeping #hetalia world stars #hetalia #incorrect hetalia quotes

[victoriaviveskhuong]

POWER ANIMALS ~ Working w/ Spirit Animals through SHAMANIC Journeying

Why would you want to connect with your Power Animal?

Before we get started, What is a Power Animal?

In Shamanism, a Power Animal is a kind of helping spirit who feel compassion for the human condition. We come to this Earth and it is such a profound, often challenging adventure, and they know what is awaiting us, so they know that we need support and they volunteer to support us, almost like guardian angels.

When we meet our power animal, what we are meeting with is the essence of a species. That means that even if your power animal shows up like, let’s say a black cat or a white cat, It is not just that cat or this cat. Instead, it’s the blueprint of all cats that have ever existed and will exist, so that’s why we relate to it like the essence of a species.

How Do We Meet Our Power Animal?

Normally, we’re going to do so by going into Shamanic Journeying. Shamanic Journeying is an ancient process to go into what we call non-ordinary reality, beyond time and space. So we go beyond our physical experience and what we are able to perceive through our physical senses, and we are able to connect with the Spirit world where we can meet our power animal.

What Does Our Power Animal Mean?

Sometimes we say, “Okay, so I connected with a cat, or a dog, or a lion... What does it mean? I want to know what it means...tell me, tell me…” However, that’s not the best way of understanding why that power animal comes into your life. Why? Well, let’s draw an analogy. You might have a friend that, due to your specific connection with them, you experience them as love, or encouragement, or any other experience. They might bring unique characteristics to your relationship because of who they are, who you are, and the combination between the two of you at that specific time in your lives, right? However, that same person might meet somebody else at that same time and their experience and connection might be completely different. The same person that brings love to you might bring tension or stress to another. So it all comes to how you work with each other and what you need at that moment in your life.

Because of this, my recommendation is for you to discover why this power animal is coming into your life through the art of direct revelation, and we do this through Shamanic Journeying.

Developing the Relationship

Once we connect with our power animal, we want to make sure that we keep our relationship. The reason why this is important is because they are like any other relationship in our lives. If you have a friend and you never see them, you never talk to them, then there is no relationship. So with our power animals we want to develop a relationship, especially because there is a kind of adjustment period that occurs until we really, really understand how they communicate with us. It is not like you and I, right now, connecting through English words. For our power animals, the way they express themselves to us is very different because in the world of Spirit is not about languages like English. Instead, many times it is going to be through communication we perceive through the different inner senses that we can tune into.

So for example, some people might perceive the spirit world through their inner sight, such as seeing images or symbols which are information rich and can be “translated” as information. You may see your power animal in a certain way that makes you understand different details of the message they are bringing to you.

Or you might receive the information through body sensations. When you are very sensitive to perceiving the spirit world through your body, that is being clairsentient. So as you go through the journey, you might not even see your power animal and instead, you might just have a sensation. “I know there is a presence there. I cannot see it but I know that it is a tiger.”

So this is the way in which your power animal communicates with you and it takes time to understand. It’s not a clear-cut language, unless you are clairaudient. In that case, you might actually receive messages that are word by word.

A Matter of Perspective

Power animals have a perspective that is beyond the one that we have and, because of that, they can help us see things with greater clarity.

We are living our lives somewhat confined in this physical reality and sometimes may lose track of the big picture. Think back to previous years in your life, a time where you were in the middle of a challenging situation and made a decision that you would not have done if you were able to have more time to reflect. Perhaps your perspective was narrowed back then, however, now that you are not in the situation and your emotions are more settled, you have a different and often more clear perspective and might see a new array of possibilities to resolve the original challenge.

So with our power animals it is similar. They are not so involved in the game of our physical existence and thus, they can see from outside the box and help us access a bigger picture vision.

I remember times in which my power animals were like my best friends.

I remember a time when I felt like my power animals were like my best friends. I felt sad and alone, missing my family and friends in Spain, and getting used to living in the US. I just wanted to cry. Suddenly, I connected with my power animal and for a moment I felt that embrace. Suddenly, all that energy transformed the experience for me and I felt held and supported, and I just felt that everything was gonna be okay.

So power animals might bring guidance that is really practical step by step processes, like “Okay, we can do this, we can do that.” but they can also bring outstanding emotional support.

Having power animals in your life can completely, completely transform your experience, because you don’t feel alone anymore, and that’s beautiful.

Reconnect with the Wild

Power animas reconnect us with a part of us that is wild. Sometimes, when we meet our power animals just for a visit, we might end up running in the wild within non-ordinary reality with them and we might experience things that we don’t experience in this reality. So they help us stay in that connection which, in itself, is life-changing.

How Many Power Animals We Have?

In general, everyone has a couple of power animals but you may have even more, like ten, twenty… it depends. People who work in healing have more helping spirits and power animals because they are part of how they provide that bridge to bring healing, guidance, or whatever their clients need through the veil, from the spirit realm into this reality. Because of this, they sometimes have different power animals that specialize in different things.

Power Loss

In Shamanism, when somebody is in a situation of feeling powerless, feeling like everything goes wrong, lack of fortune, things just not looking up, we call this power loss. This is because their power animal is not with them anymore. Thankfully, there is a powerful healing process called power animal retrieval in which a Shamanic Practitioner brings the power animal back to that person.

Power Animal = Totem Animal?

Another question that I get many times is “Is my power animal my totem animal? Well, it’s not exactly the same. The totem animal is what represents our energy or essence, whereas a power animal is an energy that we need in a certain period in our lives. So it may come into our lives only during a certain period because we might have started a relationship, or a business, or are going to school… and we are not completely having the power or wisdom we need to go through it. The power animal then comes to support us and activate that aspect that we don’t have at the moment within ourselves.

Sometimes, we get the surprise that they are our original “guardian angels” and stay with us for life, but sometimes they are not, so the connection dissipates and we stop working together as we have achieved our own inner power in the regard they came to help us with.

From all the power animals I met and worked with, I never knew who was going to stay but then, over the years, I realized “Oh my goodness! I'm still working with this power animal and it’s being such an amazing journey. It is an amazing friendship!

Expectations

Another thing that is interesting about power animals is that sometimes we have expectations such as "this is a good power animal, this one I don’t want to connect with".

In one of my classes, one of my students connected with a rat and that was her power animal. "I don’t even want to share about this" - she shared. This is because, in our society, it doesn’t feel like the most fancy animal to connect with. We don’t see rats as valuable and this is because sometimes we just don’t understand the qualities or intelligence that a specific animal might have and how that quality might serve us in our lives. These are precious hidden treasures!

Reflecting upon these judgments can bring a sense of acceptance. We discriminate against certain animals and love others, almost as if we put them in categories. Now imagine, what would happen if extraterrestrials would come to our world and would say “Hmmm, that’s a human, wahhh..disgusting” Ah!!…what about that?

So we can look at the world with new eyes and be open, open-hearted, and might be positively surprised. If a power animal that you don’t resonate comes to you, think about what is the lesson, why that animal is coming at that moment. Rats are very intelligent and they find their way around, so maybe that was something that that student needed at that moment in their life. We never know!

Physical Reality

Something I absolutely love about connecting with Power Animals is that in the beginning we create this relationship in the Shamanic Journey but many times we might find that same animal we find in our physical ordinary experience, our physical reality. You meet a, let’s say... a hawk as your power animal and then you remember, “Oh wow! I have seen this hawk flying above me for the last week.” So that’s amazing because now you have that confirmation of a strong connection. Or the opposite, you meet your power animal and then suddenly you start seeing more and more hawks, or more and more of your power animal. So then, that relationship starts expanding on both sides of the veil that separates the world of spirit and the world of physicality, and that's such a precious experience!

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[barjogaron]

This is the continuation for my Elite AU Love & Deceit! The fanfiction can be read on ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32302612

And on Wattpad here:

Chapter Three:

Waiters and waitresses all dressed in white stand on every corner of the table. There are young men who play violins in the corners of the room, and women who tug on the strings of harps. I see my suite mates are already seated and I grab a random seat to sit in. From across from me I see Polo looking at me with hungry eyes, teasing me with a smirk. I ignore him and observe the rest of the dining hall.

Traditional European foods of all kind are already set up neatly on the white blanketed table on silver plates that are partnered with a drinking glasses and silverware. A heavenly chandelier hangs from above everything and Crisanto sits at the head of the long table. He is accompanied by other people dressed just as fancy as him. A young man with rosy cheeks and a friendly smirk, sitting next to another guy with beautiful caramel-colored skin and dark eyes. There is also a girl who sits beside them and they all bicker in a soft chatter, laughing and giggling in unison. There are a few other important looking people as well. I assume they are all Cristano's very opulent friends.

"Welcome, everyone. This meal is not only for my departure, but also in dedication to you, the new addition to the White Mansion." Crisanto smiles. Even though I shouldn't take it in other way, "new addition to the White Mansion" sounded pretty odd to say, but I shouldn't think too hard about it.

"Ah, right on time as always." Crisanto turns his heads to his sons that enter the room. Leading his brothers, dressed handsomely, is no other than the bruiting, Guzmán.

He is dressed in a black velvet suit, a suit that darkens his eyes in a strange deep incandescent green filled with obscured devilry. His hands are in his pocket, and he looks at just about everything in the room, except for in my direction. For a split second our eyes lock, and he quickly turns away clenching his jaw. I can tell he is forcing himself to avoid me. But why? I wonder what his problem is.

His brothers are dressed in a more casual formal  attire. They all sit in seats near the girls I'm living with, and some next to each other and other guests who I am not yet familiar with. By the time all the boys sat down, the only spot left for Guzmán to sit is next to me...

His powerful scent infiltrates my nostrils and I can't help but to think how good he smells. I try my best to ignore him, tapping my fingers on my thighs. I can feel him eyes looking over me, and from the corner of my eye I see his jaw do his signature clenching thing again, and he quickly turns his head away from me, taking a sudden interest in the silverware in front of him.

"Now, shall we say grace before we begin?" Crisanto smiles but it quickly fades when he looks at me, giving me an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry Nadia, forgive me. Would it be alright to say prayer? I don't want to oppress any different religious beliefs." he asks me and I shrug in my seat, trying to avoid all the eyes of the room staring at me.

"I really don't mind it." I smile nervously.

"Splendid. Come now, let us all hold hands." he tells us. I'm not so keen to the idea of holding hands with Guzmán, but I must do so. This day just keeps getting better and better...

We all stand from our seats, grabbing onto one another's hands. I am hesitant to hold Guzmán's hand, inching my hand closer to his.

"I don't bite," whispers Guzmán. "Hard." He surprises me by practically snatching my hand into his. His hands are bigger than mind, fingers slender and ringed with silver, and easily wraps around my cold hands. Unlike his, which are somewhat soft and very warm. For some odd and stupid reason, I can feel my face heating up and I literally shake my head to fight against the sensation. I hate this.

"Our gracious Heavenly Father," Crisanto begins the prayer and we all close our eyes as he continues. For some odd reason I am tempted to open my eyes, and stupidly, I do, only to see Guzmán staring at me. I close my eyes quickly and I hear a soft chuckle escape from his mouth. I didn't think he was even capable of even chuckling, let alone laughing. I can feel the heat rising, my palms getting hotter and hotter.

Please end this prayer already! Please! I mentally scream. I repeat it over and over in my head, just so I can escape Guzmán's grip. Within moments, Crisanto ends the prayer with an amen, and we all sit back down in our seats. Thank goodness.

I snatch my hand back as quick as I could, looking away and pretending Guzmán doesn't exist. Yet, this cunning young man has the audacity to lean closer and whisper into my ear.

"Don't worry, I enjoyed holding your hand too." he grins against my ear. I can feel him smiling at me. I know for sure it's with all the wrong intentions.

"Don't flatter yourself." I whisper back to him and his eyes simmer cold, but his perky lips still hold that smirk. Guzmán smirks and focuses his attention to his plate.

"I can tell you're not going to be an easy catch." he says and my mouth hangs open. I know he's trying to get under my skin. I can tell by his cheeky smile.

I scoff.

"You have another thing coming if you're thinking I'm a catch." I tell him and focus on my plate, waiting for the waiter to reveal our meals. Everyone else is socializing with one another like normal people, and here I am with the dreamy yet diabolical, Guzmán, who I barley even know—is finding it in his twisted pleasure to annoy me.

"Don't worry, little rabbit, I enjoy a good game." I look at him and I lose it.

"Game?!" I shout and everyone goes quiet. I clear my throat thinking of something of a way to quickly dig myself out of this awkwardness.

"I didn't know you fancied sports so personally, Guzmán." I shoot Guzmán a wicked look, hoping he catches on. He simply grins. Damn his smile is gorgeous, but already I despise him.

"Oh yes, basketball is a sport I love. As well as rugby, and such and such." Guzmán replies and everyone continues to their casual banter. I notice his brothers whispering to one another, chuckling.

"Nadia, I'd like you to meet my young friends who are successful in the fashion industry," Crisanto smiles at me, pointing to the gentleman with the dark blue suit and wavy brown hair. I can tell he is a model because how charming he is.

"This is Nathaniel Gray, he models for Calvin Klein. The fellow next to him is his friend, Austin, accompanied by their companion, Eleanor Steel, who is a photographer.

I wave to them and they give me friendly smiles, but I can tell they weren't really interested in the acquainting business. The waiters reveal our meals which consist of steak, lobster, salads, vegetables, fruits, and my personal favorite beverage besides lemon water and wine.

The night had went on and on about business talk and getting familiar with one another. The boys kept cackling to jokes most of the time, and I would occasionally talk to my suite mates. Carla was busy flirting with a guy named, Joseph, who was more than alluring on his part

Throughout dinner, Guzmán stayed quiet and kept to himself. He didn't make any snarky comments, or made an attempt to bother me. Every time I talked, he just...watched me. Maybe he didn't think I noticed him, or felt him looking at me. Or maybe, he didn't care if I did...

"So, Nadia, please do tell us a little bit more about yourself." Nathaniel asks, taking a sip of wine from his glass.

"There's not really much to know about me." I nervously reply. Being the center of attention was never my favorite thing to be.

"Please, enlighten us." Nathaniel insists and I sigh to myself. Guzmán is fully focused on me and I can feel the anxiety brewing within me.

"Well, I'm from Madrid, Spain, born and raised. I love singing and photography, as well as writing. Um, I'm in my last year of college at NYU, majoring in English and hope to one day publish a story of my own. I'm Twenty-one years old, and I have a loving family who I am thankful everyday for." I tell everyone and notice Guzmán has turned his attention somewhere else, burying a smile under his hand pressed against his lips.

"Well that was a perfect little bio if I ever heard one. Nice to meet you, Nadia." Nathaniel says and I smile and mentally pat myself on the back. I take a quick glance at Guzmán who drinks his wine. As soon as I look away to down the rest of my glass of wine, I think I hear him say, "This should be fun."

"What did you say?" I look at him. I meant for it to come out more with authority but I sounded like a timid school girl.

"Nothing, Princess," Guzmán grins while standing. "Enjoy your meal." he winks and walks away from the table, leaving the dining hall. Crisanto watches him leave and I pour me more wine and continue eating.

I really wonder what goes on in Guzmán's head. I sigh. So far I have survived the ongoing night. Let's see how it ends.

...

AFTER DINNER ENDED everyone said their fair-wells and goodbyes to one another. Carla kept flirting with Joseph, and the other girls were a trying to keep their drunken behavior managed until they got back to the suite. Crisanto had got into his white limousine hosted by William, and had left for the airport. The house is now officially in the supervision to me and his sons. Honestly, I don't know which terrifies me the most.

I stroll around outside on the balcony after getting changed into more comfortable clothes to sleep in, which is just a typical silky white gown. My hair in a messy bun and I am so glad to have all that make-up off my face. I put on my reading glasses and make me some tea to soothe me. I figure I'll take this peaceful moment to enjoy the night air. I tip toe outside onto the balcony while the the girls are asleep l in their rooms.

I take in the fresh late spring air. The breeze cool, just right, soothing and running across me. The balcony is big and acts as a perfect view for most of the enormous backyard of the white mansion. I see the tennis court, the basketball court, the swimming pool, the green house, and the walking trail that stretches into a land of tall trees amongst the meadow between the mansion and the woods.

I lean on the ledge of the stone balcony guarded by more white lions. Below, I notice someone standing near the swimming pool. He just stands there, looking at the large pool illuminated with the lights beneath it. I set my cup on the ledge and watch him. It's of course, Guzmán, to no surprise. I just watch him. What is he doing? Why do I care?

I continue to watch as he mindlessly watches the pool with his hands in his pocket. Then, to my surprise, Guzmán begins to slowly undress, taking off his clothes peace by peace. His skin is open to the night air. He pulls down his pants, kicking of his shoes and sliding off his socks. Finally, the biggest shock, is that he slides off his black name brand boxers and tosses them to the side. Oh my god, he's naked! Skinny dipping at that!

I can't help but to notice how his physique is literally godly, Greek defined for sure. The shape of his rear even, it's unearthly. I blush at the sight and I want to look away. In fact, I even turn my head...but instinctively, I find myself looking back.

He rakes his fingers through his hair and I am mesmerized by the intensity of his back muscles. He must work out. A lot. Catching me off guard, Guzmán turns his head back towards where I stand and I quickly duck to the floor of the balcony. I peak at him, seeing him turn back around and I cautiously stand back up. I watch as he dives into the now disturbed water, swimming naked and proud without a care in the world.

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[what-goesaround-comesaround]

Let's talk about some Irish newsies-

Hey! So I thought it'd be cool to look into the research I've found indicationg that some of the newsies might have Irish ties! (I'm Irish so that might explain my interest) I'm not an expert at all or anything, this is just the research I've collminated while scouring through newsies facts.

Oh course this isn't set in stone, this is just information I've found so if I've got anything wrong, please tell me! I was inspired by this post to do my own research. (A lot of my research has to do with the original movie but stick around for some fun facts about surnames?)

And now, onto Jack Kelly :

^This is David's description of Jack in Newsies : a novel by Jonathan Fast which can be found here on pg 9. Both surnames "Kelly" and "Sullivan" have their roots in Irish history.

^on pg 27 of the same book David describes Jack again as "an Irish boy". I just thought this would be worth noting, seeing how David wants to make it obvious to us, the reader that Jack appears to be Irish or of Irish descent.

"Kelly", originally anglicized from the Gaelic "Ó Ceallaigh" meaning 'descendant of Ceallach', an ancient Irish personal name, originally a byname meaning 'bright-headed' or 'troublesome' (fitting huh?) Source found here.

Fun fact for you livesies fans, the reigning chieftain of Ui Maine (mid Galway, South Roscommon, sometimes referred to as "O'Kelly's Country") O'Ceallaigh (c1351), was a renowned patron of the arts. Source found here.

Another fun fact : Jack means Seán in Irish.

Bet you weren't expecting that. Or maybe you were. Anyway, source is found here. I also remember it being a topic of conversation in 3rd class Irish class. Wonder how Spot and Jack would feel about that.

^On pg 23 of the original 1992 movie script found here Jack describes himself as a "mick" which was a commonly used derogatory term used against those of Irish decent/Irish immigrants at the time. However this line was not included in the movie. Source found here.

Now for "Sullivan". The original Irish for the surname Sullivan is O'Suileabhain, however the actual derivation of the name is debated. There is no doubt that the root word is 'suil' meaning eye, but whether it is to be taken as 'one-eyed' or 'hawk-eyed' is usually left an open question. Sources found here and here.

The surname is associated with the southwestern part of Ireland and was originally found in County Tipperary before the Anglo-Norman invasion. Source found here

Also, in both movie and stage versions Jack tells us his father "taught me not to starve" indicating his father may have taught Jack about the horrors of the Famine/An Drochshaol/The Great Hunger that plagued Irish families for years after. Source is found here.

Okay! On to Spot Conlon :

^This is David's description of Spot Conlon from the same book, pg 51 (okay he may not outright say he's Irish but they really said "throw all the stereotypes at him like red hair". But seriously in the Hard Promises script and the Newsies script he's described the same way. I guess they really invisioned that red hair huh?)

Spot is interesting seeing as he is the leader of the Brooklyn newsies, Brooklyn being an infamously known place for Irish immigrants to live due to the Great Hunger/An Drochshaol (translated meaning "Hard Times") or as it's more commonly known as "the potato famine" between 1845-1852. Source found here. At least 1 million people died from this and another 1 million immigrated, a lot to America (although the exact numbers are disputed.) Around this time New York becoming the busiest port city in the world. There was labor work to be had in Brooklyn, in the manufacturing and loading and unloading of goods to be sent around the country and around the world. Irish immigrants who had been left poor and malnourished by the famine had no other option but to take on this manual labour to earn money. Many took jobs by the ports and settled by the Watershed i.e. near the ports. This could be a reason to why we're first introduced to Spot and his "cronies" at the port in the movie. Source is found here and here.

Supposing Spot was born between 1880-1886 (he's quoted to be 14 in real life in this article however it's stated in the Newsies Novel on pg 51 to "be around Jack's age" and it's stated in original script before Newsies was rewritten to be a musical and was still a drama, "Hard Promises" he's quoted to be 19 on pg 28. So take this with a grain of salt.) the U.S. census, which counted both place of birth and parents’ birth place as well, estimated that one-third of all New Yorkers were of Irish parentage. By 1890 as Brooklyn neighborhoods were expanding east and south, the amount of people with Irish stock is at 196,372. Source found here.

Also how people will usually use the name "Seán" or sometimes "Patrick" for Spot (one of the fandom wiki pages cites it as his real name here but admits to having no proof of it). Both of these are traditional Irish first names, Patrick being popularised by the patron saint of Ireland St. Patrick/Pádraig. Might have heard of it-

Now for his surname.

Conlon is an Irish family name, it being a variation of the anglicised version of Ó Connalláin. The name may be derived from two Irish Gaelic words "Con" (the genitive case of Cú, meaning "hound") and "Lón" meaning lion - thereby implying a person who has the characteristics of a lion born of a hound - strength and speed. Source found here.

Conlon had a Gaelic form of Ó Conallain or Ó Coinghiollan in Connacht however it's Ó Caoindealbhain in Munster and Leinster. Fun fact, Connal or Connall is claimed to be a pet name for a sprout or little sprout. Source found here.

The history regarding the Conlon surname is complicated to say the least- however it can be traced back to County Meath, where the Conlon descendants are from an important sept near Trim, which traces back to Laoghaire, King of Ireland circa 432. O'Coindealbhain was also anglicised 'Quinlivan' in Munster. Source is found here and here.

This post isn't letting me include the video of Jack, David and Boots going to Brooklyn to negotiate with Spot and the Irish traditional music in the background but I'll make a separate post about that.

Now, onto Racetrack Higgins.

I'm going to keep this kind of brief. We know Racetrack is described as "tall, skinny gambling Italian beanpole" in the Hard Promises script on pg 1 and he's described as "an Italian beanpole" on pg 5 of the Newsies Script. However the surname "Higgins" is Irish as far as my research has told me, not Italian.

The real Ed "Racetrack" Higgins lived in Brooklyn and is quoted to be the real leader of the Brooklyn union, and was elected vice-president of the general union after Kid Blink and David Simmons were accused of selling out. Source found here. I haven't been able to find much information about Racetrack Higgin's life after the strike or his family life which could connect him to Ireland however I thought it would be interesting. If anyone is curious about the real Racetrack Higgins this source has been really useful!

'Higgins" is an Irish family name with ancient royal connections. It is an anglicisation of O'hUigin, from the Irish word 'uiginn' meaning Viking. The original holder of the name was a grandson of Niall of the Nine Hostages, High King of Tara, and all of the O'Higgins claim a common descent from him. Ancient records show that several members of the O'Higgins claimed a hereditary right to be file or poet in the courts of the Irish Chiefs and Kings. Source is found here and here.

Because of their loyalty to Gaelic culture and religion, the Higgins suffered under the English Crown in Ireland and had lost all their lands in Sligo and Westmeath by 1654. Some of them remained in Ireland as tenants on their own lands, but many of them migrated to Spain where they achieved high office in the service of the King. Source is found here.

Fun fact, Racetrack has the same surname as the current (9th) President of Ireland, Michael D. Higgins!

Lastly, on to Crutchy/ie Morris!

^This is from the 1991 original script of Newsies when it was called Hard Promises and was written to be a drama. Obviously this wasn't the movie that we have today but I thought this would be a cool add on. I couldn't find a lot of information about the real Crutch Morris, whom Crutchy/ie is based on. The surname Morris isn't strictly Irish, it's a popular surname throughout the British Isles however with this piece of information I thought it would make sense to research it anyway.

"Morris" (Ó Muiris in Irish) was introduced to Ireland by the Normans, along with the variant Firzmaurice (Mac Muiris). A branch of these Morrises moved to Galway in 1485 CE and later became one of the Tribes Of Galway. The name may also have been an abbreviation of Morrissey (Ó Muireasa), a branch of the Uí Fiachrach clan. Sources found here and here.

The ancient Irish name Ó Muirgheasa (variant Ó Muirghis), a personal name thought to derive from muir, meaning "sea" and geas, meaning "taboo" or "prohibition." Source found here.

The Morris family does have an Irish family crest/coat of arms which I'll post at a later date, further cementing themselves in Irish history.

This is most of the information I have regarding the origins of the characters and their surnames however I could go on about the music in Newsies, the family crests, the housing circumstances of poor Irish immigrants in New York at the turn of the 19th century ect.

If you want to learn more about what life was like for Irish immigrants in New York I recommend reading the non-fiction book The Gangs Of New York (or watching the movie. It isn't completely historically accurate but give a decent overview of what was life) or reading this article by the Irish Times.

I've barely scratched the surface of this topic and hope to go into it father in the future!

May I leave you with this gif of the boys doing some Irish (inspired) dancing and David with his twirl combo!

Ps. If the links aren't working for you I'd be happy to provide a list of the resources I’ve used throughout my research on a separate post if needs be.

pps. @maggs-is-a-muppet @annihilatedthenightstalker @newsies-bun @letter-from-the-refuge thanks for the motivation last night 😌

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[fedonciadale]

Hi :3! I follow you for your Dramione fics :3 but my question is about Germans :3! I'm Mexican and I have been learning German since 2014 :3. What do people in Germany think about Mexico and Mexicans :3? Are there many Germans that know Spanish? or just a few? Or what do you think in general about Latin-Americans :3???

Hi there!

Thanks for asking that! And nice to know you like my Dramione fics!

And you are quite brave for learning German. I was given to understand that it can be tough. lol.

I'll try to answer what the average German thinks as in what are the clichés. I am very much aware that these are clichés!

In German schools English is usually the first language, French is taught quite often and I guess Spanish would come next. But there are not that many people who really speak it, I think?

I learned a bit of Spanish but I don't think I would be up to small talk. I read it much better than I talk (that is because I learned Latin and can read Spanish and Italian because of that). I would not go hungry in a Spanish speaking country though.

What do Germans thing about Mexico and Mexicans? That is difficult to answer. In general Germans have a soft spot for Italy and Spain (I know this is not Mexico but I promise you I'll get there). Germans absolutely love to travel there for their vacations. They love Spanish and Italian food and are very excited about the "Latin" way of being in general far more relaxed about the little problems of everyday life.

The downside of this "oh we adore the happy go lucky way of the Spaniard and the Italians" is that Germans tend to not take them that seriously. Because vacation is vacation and work is work. So there is this preconception that they just don't know how to work properly. So Germans who can be all dreamy eyed about "Latin" savoir-vivre can also be a bit condescending about what they perceive as "Latin" work ethics.

The funny thing is that in a very broad sense these ideas are transferred to Latin America. So Latin America is thought of very vaguely to be part of this "Latin" way of living. I know, I know this is insane. Just because they all speak a Romance language (and not even all, the Romance languages are just the official languages!), that doesn't mean that they all need to be like the Spaniards and the Italians (and in regard to them it's mostly not entirely true as well). And it completely reduces the very complex history of the Latin Americas.

So, the general idea about Latin America would be: Wonderful food, they know how to be chill and how to shoulder the problems of life, savoir vivre, but maybe a bit lazy and disorganized. Someone you would trust to make a wonderful dinner but not someone you would trust to build your bridge.

There is one thing though that Germans admire about Latin America: How they play football! Germans have a healthy respect for Latin American footballers.

So, now for Mexico in particular. All of the above are true for Mexico as for the other Latin American countries.

You might be aware that a lot of US media is consumed in Germany and therefore some of the ideas about Mexico are derived via the detour of US ideas. So, we probably think that all Mexicans wear sombreros.... And we are aware that most Mexicans are catholic.

Mexico city has a reputation as a city of crime and it is occasionally used as a reference/comparison to a really dangerous place. So, drugs and guns are unfortunately part of the general idea about Mexico.

So, that gives you a gist about what Germans think and these preconceptions are somewhere in the back of my head. I usually try not to be influenced by them though because these ideas about other nations are often completely wrong. It helps that the sister of a friend of mine stayed in Mexico for three years and has very fond memories. If you live long enough in a country you see things much clearer and it should be obvious that people usually are not like the cliché.

Thanks for the ask!

Edit: How could I forget Tequila! Germans love Tequila!

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You - Teaser

Summary:  Your brother and a girl with whom you’ve become friends with by sharing a home, are your flatmates. But since there was a room left, another person had joined in, and not just anyone, but the very Antoine Griezmann himself, who has decided to go back to university and check out the life he had missed while having a career. I intend to develop your relationship rather slowly (but not too slowly, don't be scared). I intend to have at least one little teasing per chapter, how many chapters there will be, I don't know, depends on your demand and how it develops on its own :)

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Warnings: not yet

Part: 1/ ? Part 2 follows next week on my Patreon

Word count: 1756

One

Your brother and a girl with whom you’ve become friends with by sharing a home, were your flatmates. But since there was a room left, another person had joined in, and not just anyone, but the very Antoine Griezmann himself. Footballplayer since he was little, he had to give up his career due to an injury on his left knee. Since he had no family to look after, he had decided to go back to university, doing a little catching up on the life he had missed, as he had been a professional since a very young age.

You had been away when he was to have the “flat interview”, so you didn’t have any saying in the decision, it was anyway a two against one vote, since the others were absolutely enthusiastic about him. Of what you gathered from their statements, it was merely because it was, well, him. But they said he was nice, too. You rolled your eyes at that sentence. It was obvious the two had been taken by either his charm or his indeed very inviting physical features. Nevertheless the three of you made a pact to make every effort you could to make his life in (name of town) as normal as it could be and to trying to include him in as many common student activities there were. 

You often had friends over. Cynthia and you already knew a bunch of people since it was your third semester, and (name of your brother) also quickly took part in that circle of friends. 

It had been weeks since he moved in and yet it seemed he didn’t settle in easily. In videos you had seen of him, he seemed so playfully and easy to get along. But here he behaved rather shyly. He kept mostly to himself during the daytime, locking himself in his room. You only saw him once in a while in the kitchen and in the living room, where he watched football or basketball on a big flat screen he had bought to share with his flatmates, which made a big impression to the other two, but not so much on you. You weren’t to be bought so simply, especially not by someone who wasn’t paying much attention to other stuff you cared more about - for example looking someone in the eyes.

Of course, you had made a big deal out of that fact. You kept saying to Cynthia, what a prick you thought he was and how cocky he behaved. She just rolled her eyes and sayd you should give him some time.

In fact, your pride was a little tiny part of it. You couldn’t bare the thought he didn’t notice you, didn’t show interest in you. But you never in a thousand years would admit it. So you eagerly researched. You researched everthing about him. Where he was brought up, in which clubs he had played, you even watched interviews with him. He was Frances’ darling. Grizou, as they called him. A symbol, an idol for the country, who didn’t even trust in him when he had started his career. No club had wanted him, so he had to move to Spain when he was 14 years old. You couldn’t believe it. It sounded like he had a whole life behind him, now being only 29, he had experienced more than any other normal person at this age, And yet he hadn’t, as he was willing to go back to university to learn, what he had missed when he was out in this cruel world, that loves you at one moment and rejects you at the other. You watched some interviews with him. In most, in fact, he didn’t look the interviewer in the eyes. Most of them were filmed after a match, so you supposed, you couldn’t demand much of a player that just had run for one and a half hours. You certainly wouldn’t be able anymore to utter anything. In fact, you most certainly would be dead. But no, in other situations it was just the same. Also what he was saying didn’t have any profoundness or depth. Angrily you let go, coming to the conclusion there was nothing interesting in this guy, and particulary nothing interesting for you.

Weeks passed. He had invited your brother to play FIFA on his XBOX in his room, but never talked to you or Cynthia more than necessary. You hadn’t exchanged 10 sentences by the end of one month, and after a while you gave it up. He had a few pals from his classes that came over once in a while, and he even came home very late twice, so you guessed he took part in student social life by his own, being to partys and stuff, probably having made other interesting acquintances. You hadn’t made any effort to get him to notice you in any way, but you just stopped caring.

That’s why you missed that he indeed looked at you one or two times in the kitchen. That he started to look at you when you talked to Cynthia or your brother or other friends you had invited over. In fact, there were many movie nights you hosted since you had this big flat TV and other students couldn’t even afford a proper fridge. Antoine started to laugh at your jokes or when you were doing something silly to amuse the people. He, indeed, started watching you intensely. More intensely than the others.

You only came to notice his stare in exactly that moment you were telling a story a group of people in the kitchen at a movie night. You were preparing popcorn in the microwave and you just made a joke about how you had thought as a kid that popcorn didn’t have anything to do with actual corn and that you had made the discovery only recently, and it had been as if you had entered a whole new dimension in the matrix. You noticed his stare, Antoine was casually leaning at the kitchen counter, one hand in his sweatpants, the other on the beer bottle. Your  face instantly turned red, at least that was what you felt - your cheeks caught fire and there was nothing you could do about it. You tried to finish your point and rushed down the story, leaving the rest of the group a little confused by that abrupt ending.

While the others moved to the living room with the popcorn, you poured yourself a large glass of wine and took a deep sip. You had almost made a fool of yourself, just because this handsome and cocky footballplayer had watched you. You had to be more careful with your thoughts. Didn’t you use to say you had standarts? But did your guts have standarts? You knew, your mind wanted someone smart and classy and interesting. So why did your stomach drop like several floors down at the sight of his stare?

“So we’re here drinking on our own, are we?”

You shrinked at the smooth voice behind you and quickly turned, just to see that it belonged to the guy you were thinking of a second ago. As if he knew he had caught you thinking of him, you blushed again.

“Just making sure the wine’s okay”, you managed to answer and, in a manner you thought to be both ironic and casual, you took another sip from your glass.

“Hmm, may I?”, Griezmann said and reached out for your glass. He took a sip, pointed his lips in an hilarious way and swallowed. “Oh, not bad. Not bad at all. I presume it is dated by the time of Louis XIV himself, for it makes the sun shine on your face.”

You snorted with laughter. “Is this a quote from Shakespeare or something or did you just come up with that yourself?”

With a smirk on his perfect face, he handed you back your glass. “Which possibility would make you think higher of me? Probably the quote, as you’re constantly reading. And what’s your subject again? Philosophy?”

“It is”, you admitted. “But I embrace far more an original new thought, because it’s proof of creativity and independance of thought.”

“Really? I thought you dind’t like new things?”

You blinked. “How come you think that lowly of me?”, you asked and took another nervous sip out of your glass, while you intended it to look casually. He couldn’t be implying your aversion against the new TV or even himself? He couldn’t be that observing, could he? Or was it you that were so blind?

He grinned and watched you thoroughly. “I’m sorry. Maybe I drew the wrong conclusion.”

Now you were angry. Stupid boy, thought he could mock you, while in fact he was the ridicule.

“Maybe I’m just taking my time to judge”, you snapped. “And allowing myself to exclude new things from my life, if I regard them as being intrusive and un...conductive.” Without looking at him you walked past him into the living room, where the movie was already on. You squeezed yourself on the sofa next to Cynthia and tried to look at Orson Welles in “The third man”.

So it hadn’t just been you thinking low of Griezmann. It was him thinking low of you. And if he was thinking low of you, and you thinking low of him, that in fact made you a lot lower than him. A correct philosophical conclusion. 100 percent on that test, you congratulated yourself. But logic wasn’t helpful in that moment.

You looked at the entrance to the kitchen, where Griezmann stood leaning against the door frame, his eyes on the screen.

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