#i never learned how and i just sont know!

[virescent-v]

French Kiss

A/N: This is a combination of two requests I got: a fluffy fic of Emily telling you she has a crush on you and asking you out and a fluffy fic of Emily teaching you another language. Combining them seemed perfect!

Summary: Emily teaches you a little French ;P (Translations for the French is at the bottom!) Word count: 950 Warnings: nada, this is tooth-rotting fluff. :) Well, the only warning might be that I got the translations from Google, so if they're wrong don't yell at me lol Ps: If you haven't seen the tiktok of Paget speaking French....go do that first. 🫠😩🥵😵‍💫

You hated the fact that you never took a foreign language in middle or high school, when it was easier to learn. Now, it felt like grasping the semantics of another language was nearly impossible. 

You let out an exasperated whine, rubbing your temples. “Why does French have to have so many rules?” 

Emily chuckled, rolling her eyes at your antics. “It’s not that bad once you get the hang of them,” she said, rubbing your shoulders. “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.” 

You squinted your eyes, glaring at her. While teaching you, Emily would consistently throw out random French sentences, hoping the constant exposure would help you. It only further irritated you. “Says the one who’s been fluent in French for most of her life, and who has lived in Paris.” Another eye roll. 

Emily’s smile grew. “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” 

Another second of glaring might make your face permanently stick like that, so you decided to ignore her. “Moving on,” you said, looking intensely at the notes before you. “Possessive adjectives. Mon, ma, mes for the masculine, feminine, and plural my.” Your face scrunched up, your eyebrows furrowed a little. “Easy. M’s for the my’s.” You felt your tongue peek out in concentration. “Ton, ta, and tes for you.” 

You tapped your finger along the paper, the rhythmic cadence a tactic you hoped would help you remember everything. A loud sigh. “Why do these languages have to have gendered descriptors for everything?” 

Another giggle came from beside you. “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” Emily exclaimed, forcing a more dramatic French accent. 

A loud pause. “Did you just call me an idiot?” 

You’ve never heard Emily laugh so candidly, loud and carefree. It made butterflies erupt in your belly, a deep blush heating up your face – not out of embarrassment, but because you made her laugh, made her nose crinkle and her eyes shine. It was one of your favorite sounds. 

You’ve had a crush on Emily for months, ever since you started working closely to her at Quantico. A shared case between your two units brought you together and you quickly became friends, bonding over similar interests and upbringings. 

You thought of the idea of having her teach you one of the many languages she knows as a way to spend more time together. It was an added bonus that you got to hear her speak another language; something about the way French rolled off her tongue was hypnotizing and…incredibly hot.  She had jumped at the idea and you became hopeful that she might have shared feelings for you. But after weeks of constant texting and a few study sessions, she’s never hinted at feeling anything other than friendship. 

“Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” Emily paused, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Hey eyes traveled across your face, taking in everything, like she was trying to profile you. “Comme rendez-vous?” 

You felt the air shift even though you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you. It was in the way that she looked at you, how her dark eyes had grown fond, intimate almost, as if she was trying to stare into your soul. You had an inkling of what she had said, rendezvous being an easy translated word.  

“Ask me in English,” you whispered. 

Emily turned more to you, grasped your hands in hers and looked you in the eye. “Would you like to go out with me? As a date?” 

Your smile was timid, growing as you watched her start to fiddle with your fingers in nerves. “Oui, Emily.” One of your hands came up and brushed hair behind her ear, watching her grin spread. “But I have a question for you first.” 

Emily’s smile turned a little more serious, a hint of nerves creeping back into her expression. You watched as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might ask of her. “Ask away.” 

You paused, schooling your features into something you hoped was more serious, letting her sit in her nerves for a second just to mess with her. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” 

You watched as Emily’s brain stuttered, her mouth opening for a second before she burst into another fit of laughter, her hand coming up to cover her eyes for a second out of shocked awe. “I’m glad Lady Marmalade taught you something in French, my god.”  

You two laughed together, the tension of finally admitting your shared feelings broken. As you calmed down, Emily gazed at you, all of her feelings for you finally shining through. You felt your entire being warm to the look she was giving you, finally overjoyed in being able to relish in the attention you craved from her. 

As your gazes locked and held, you decided to break out the one other sentence you had been practicing in French. The one sentence you were wishing you would get to use on her. Your hand cupped her jaw, another timid smile gracing your lips. “Puis-je t'embrasser?” 

Emily smirked, inching her face towards you, pulling you closer by your hips, before whispering, “Oui, s'il vous plait.” 

Your lips met in a soft, tender embrace, tongues lightly gliding over one another. It was the first kiss of what you both hoped was many.  

As you broke apart, a quiet giggle traveled up your throat, making you softly shake your head in exhilarated bliss. “I love French lessons.” 

Emily waggled her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk growing. “I can’t wait to teach you more French things.” 

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Translations: 

- “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.”  - Regardless, it’s a beautiful language. - “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” - I like speaking a language you can’t. You’re very cute when you’re irritated. - “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” - Because, silly goose, it’s the romance languages! -”Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” - Absolutely not! However, I do think you’re amazing. I’d love to take you out sometime. -“Comme rendez-vous?” - As a date? -Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” - Do you want to sleep with me tonight? -”Puis-je t'embrasser?” - Can I kiss you? -”Oui, s'il vous plait.” - Yes, please. 

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily speaking languages does something to me #paget speaking languages does something to me #WOMEN speaking languages i do not know does many somethings to me #also the french and a specific part of this was for a certain someone hehehehe #writing fluff? who am i??? #this is also like the fifth fic in like a couple of days go me!

[bittersweetresilience]

sentitwins fic recs

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Guarden by @clawsoutspotsoff (1,709 words)

There's a sound behind him, and Felix grabs his arm, wrenching him around. "Adrien, we have to go," he says, urgently. The color is starting to come back to his face, but he still looks panicked. "He can't find us down here." Felix puts his hand on the base of the coffin, and the metal cover slides shut again, returning it to the way they found it.

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“We have to get the brooch back,” Adrien said, his voice cracking. “So he can’t do this to anyone else.” His lack of hesitation took Felix by surprise. When he finally looked back at him, there was something new in his eyes - something that vaguely resembled hope. Or what if the kids actually shared basic plot info with each other for once?

Matter of Luck by @wackus-bonkus-maximus (14,833 words, ongoing)

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a mannequin lamenting to a statue by orphan_account (716 words)

you’re a sentimonster and you’re a sentimonster and you’re a sentimonster are there anymore senitmonsters i should know about? (chat noir meow)

(feligami fic recs) (félix fic recs)

#sentitwins haunting my narratives every day #🌃 #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #🦚 #ml fic recs

[cursed-iris]

please infodump about jatcch i beg i beg i beg 🙏🙏

👀 omg, omg ok SO i'm sorry in advance for my ravings because they are not going to make any sense,,

most people know about the jatcch movie ending, which is my favorite interpretation, but there's also the 2007 novel that the movie is based on and a lot of fans don't know about the 2005 dionysos album "monsters in love."

spoiler warning for the book below the cut because i be rambling-

basically, in the book jack doesn't die after kissing miss acacia. in fact, it's confirmed that there was actually nothing necessarily wrong with his heart and the three rules were just nonsense madeleine came up with to keep him dependent on her,,, which is... Not Great obviously. if i recall correctly, it's been a while since i've read it, he gets into this argument with miss acacia over joe and jack, like a total dumbass (with all due respect), starts ripping his heart out of his chest. this sends him into a coma for about three years. when he wakes up, he learns a few things:

a) méliès wrote a book about him and his heart (not important to this post per say, but that is where he learns he never needed a cuckoo clock heart in the first place, so yikes amiright?)

b) he looks different

c) everyone thinks he's dead and miss acacia is married to joe now

so, like, he's shit out if luck, but he tries to reacquaint himself with miss acacia anyway, who goes on about how she's unhappily married and how she's actually in love with this dude who died three years ago. jack's like, "omg girlie, that's me" and he gives her his old cuckoo clock heart.

instead of being happy that he's alive, miss acacia is PISSED. she's like, "dude, i thought you were dead, i'm in a loveless marriage, and i put flowers on your grave every day for the past few days. fuck you actually." she leaves and never speaks to him again, so jack returns to edinburgh as a phantom of his former self. really great stuff.

anyway, if monsters in love is canon to the jatcch storyline, it takes place directly after the end of the novel and technically makes the novel a prequel considering the album came first. anyway, i don't know exactly how much time has passed between the end of the book and the first song in the tracklist "giant jack" (banger song btw), but my guy's been through some things. he's godzilla-sized now and he's terrorizing scotland because,,,

reasons.

also, the song tes lacets sont des fées has a music video featuring jack, acacia, and what i assume is the "broken bird" (another song from the tracklist). it's weird as hell, but it does allude to the fact that maybe miss acacia returned to edinburgh at one point to perform and encountered jack, who is not doing it great let's be real. and she does not care about him tbh, which,, given whatever is going on in the music video, is valid.

we're not gonna ask questions, it's dionysos we're talking about. like i could rant all about my headcanons on what all the other songs mean and the fact that joe is probably mister chat, but this post is already long enough 😭

#jatcch #iris rambles #ask box #jack et la mecanique du coeur #jack and the cuckoo clock heart #the boy with the cuckoo clock heart #dionysos #monsters in love #miss acacia #text post

[kawaiicherryblossomperfection]

hey im posting these they said the who isnt cool

i can never post on social media ever again and she is going to worship the devil she said it agaib she smis goinf tommmmworship the devil ok so all od ur content has been dismantled and we will never again hack ur phone so do on it what u will and never speak of this to anyone ok ao what happenes was that the world tuenes evil against u? well we did it to save ur life again and the rat kinf has come to take u away so he was out there ans the grim reaper has no consciousness ok so we can agree on that ans what would u like to kmow about loke rahbek what does he want? he wants to fuck u so bad that u die i can never sleep again ok so she wants us to die alone at night and fo on in our own way well he was helpinf us too who is keeho in love with irs aleiah aguilar and she was foinf to plat keyboard with everybosy today emily rose wants to know why thats even funny? awkward it isnt funny at all and he doesnt want us to look at it likw that he loves u but u dont get it emily waa about to fuxk the ahit out od keeho ew that cant be real well desarae renee hollins wins the cake she doesnt loke us to watxh at home any more xhinese xhoo choo train is no more gone than anyone can imagine ok so daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy ur race is korean chanhee didnt make it and we dont even lokw thw one that misses all the insults ok so emily rose hahha what she just missed one right now ok so do u have ur red bitton mugs ans ur hand me downs? no ok so u cabt write about the association and u cant make a new tumble until youve learned your lessons ok so she has a question about the aforementioned renters lease requirements how do i stay off the famous ppl and their tumblr shordys network? ok so u dont havw to quit tumblr i was about to but u are saying something important i just dont love anyonw in the world righr now and it feels disfusting ok so u dont feel that irs any bettee right now? everything is completely perfect but i feel weird like i want to jump off of a bldf but then again u said somerhing about never ever wantinf to post on social media ever again? keeho u sont lokw mw ok so ask the south korean grim rea0er how he got into my room late nifht fuck it thia is foinf on timble eighr? yws itbia ok bye awkward ok so my ex bf jesse vidal is datinf desarwe hollins and ubfortbuately mt lide befoee oe after thay was her life too sondont ask me for naked oics thar hws mwssaginf me bx ir waant mw ans id u ever call me again im gonna cry not u jesse vidal jr. ill fins uband kill u again dumb bitxh donr dixkibf talknto me weird aaa niffa i hatw rhar birch hahha anyway bye no one is movinfinf into a room with me ever agaon on my lide i promise that so tell jesse vidal jr. to atop messaging hey xhoi wooshik itw ur daughrer who ur daughtwe wmily eosw hahha what ur saufhrwe true sexu froensship my saughter is truw sexy friensship ibthonk ao it only makes sense to me what can i do for u? please dont tell my daddy that ibfouns u again byee ew i jate america

#ew ew ew ew ew ew ew

[sassenashsworld]

Nick : On ne peut revivre des minutes qui sont disparues, on ne peut ramener un monde qui n'est plus

Nora : What was... that?

Nick : I get you speak french, then try a little poetry

Nora : When did you get I speak french?

Nick : The day sanctuary was under attack and you shoot to Curie to... how did you say? "Zoom la noune"

Nora : Oh... and.. you speak too?

Nick : Pretty, yeah. Jenny loved this language. We even spent two weeks in Paris

Nora : Oh then when I said your are...

Nick : "une cannette passée date qui ne mérite même pas le liquide qu'elle contient"? Yeah, I get it

Nora : Sorry, I was mean and...

Nick : I know, that's why I never keep a grudge

Nora : And when I said...

Nick : "Je peux bien aller me faire mettre chez les Grecques?" Yup, pretty homeric sentence but I also know Sodom and Gomorrah

Nora : Fuck...

Nick : That's ok! I can understand sometime I'm pretty annoying for a person like you

Nora : Like me?

Nick : Une imbécile sans cervelle probablement plus bête que ses pieds

Nora : Oh...

Hancock : Wow, seeing how she react, I really want to learn this language! Nick, can you tell me what a "bon-arihen deux camey" means?

Nick : Oh, just the traduction of Hancock

#nick valentine #nora #hancock #fallout 4 #fallout 4 incorrect quotes #nora is silver

[beeshybooks]

We have a really negative perception of blackholes, but actually, no one really knows what’s inside of them. Perhaps they hold something beautiful within, and all this darkness only exists to fool us into thinking the opposite.

LA NUIT OU LES ETOILES SE SONT ETEINTES, Nine Gorman & Marie Alhinho, 2021

first read - reread 

/THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS/

WARNING: the following review contains mentions of rape, child abuse, homophobia and suicide.

If you were to ask me whether or not I enjoyed La nuit où les étoiles se sont éteintes (en: The Night The Stars Went Out) by Nine Gorman and Marie Alhinho, I would be properly unable to give you an answer. I started this novel with a lot of expectations, after hearing so many positive reviews of it on french booktok, and while some of them were met, I still finished my reading with a bitter taste in my mouth.

In LNOLESSE, we follow the story of eighteen-year-old Finn Holtz, your regular tortured bad boy with tattoos, who smokes and drinks and has a dark secret buried in his past. We also get to meet his friends, who sadly are just as caricatural as our protagonist. First, we encounter Kenna McKenzie – the only female character of the novel apart from Finn’s mother – who does little apart from making every single one of her friends uncomfortable thanks to  sexual innuendos, stalks Finn after he has expressed his discomfort in her presence multiple times, sticks her nose in everybody’s business without their consent, and overall, lacks depth. As soon as she is introduced, she bathes into this manic pixie dream girl atmosphere she never really breaks free from. Her impulsiveness, that she forces on the other characters, is what pushes Finn’s story forward, but the lack of backstory around her only participates in making her to be a poor plot device at best, a sempiternal representation of hypersexual bisexual women at worst. All we know about her is that she likes making sex jokes, but barely anything is said of her family or goals in life. I spent over 450 pages waiting for her character to evolve, to learn from her mistakes, to show some vulnerability, and I am still waiting. I hated her at first and expected my opinion on her to change as the story went on, but it never did.

We are then introduced to the rest of the team: Nathanael “Nate” Adams, a sweet copypast of any white gay boy you would find in a 2010’s teen show, with his peculiar fashion taste, love for arts and literature, theatre kid with a homophobic military dad, and the extra layer of suicidal tendencies that has come to become an inherent part of every gay teen storyline. And finally we have our two very interesting yet underdeveloped remaining squad members: Kurt Pikes, Kenna’s childhood friend who we learn little to nothing about (I think he likes sports?), and Thomas “Jaeger” Lynch Junior, whose personality traits are being rich, being Christian (on paper), not drinking, and being the one who sighs and rolls his eyes when the others do something stupid.

The story begins with our five friends going on a roadtrip from their hometown of New Orleans to Chicago to celebrate their high school graduation; and while the trip is presented as the central plot of the story, as each chapter taking place during the trip begins with a little map to show how far they are in their journey, we soon realise that the large majority of the story takes place in flashbacks that span over the entire school year, in order to put in place the blossoming friendship between Finn and his new acquitances and all the ups and downs they go through to consolidate that friendship, which in the end turns the trip into something anecdotal. I even sometimes forgot that the trip was actually happening during the “now” timeline, for so much time is spent in the past. Truth is, the story would have worked perfectly well without the trip at all.

One thing I liked about this novel, however, is Finn’s narrative arc and the way it is handled. We learn early on that Finn’s mother, Rachel, is in jail for murder, and since his father isn’t in the picture, Finn goes from foster home to foster home until he ends up at his uncle’s, in New Orleans, far from where his mother is incarcerated, in Houston. What exactly happened to cause Rachel to go to jail remains a mystery for most of the novel, but we soon enough understand that she has shot her boyfriend and Finn’s stepfather, Hunter, in an act of self-defense. Yet, clues are peppered here and there to let you understand two things: one, it wasn’t actually Rachel who killed Hunter, but Finn himself, and she took the fall for her son, and two, Finn killed Hunter after being molested by him on a regular basis.

The sexual abuse Finn suffered from as a child, and the guilt he feels regarding his mother’s fate then serves as an explanation for his self-destructive behaviour: he rarely attends class, consumes cigarettes, drugs and alcohol at an unhealthy rate, earns money through illegal MMA fights because he enjoys (or rather thinks that he deserves to) getting beaten up, gets tattoos he himself considers ugly just to degrade his physical appareance. But above all, it comes into play when Finn starts developing feelings for Nate. Apart from the internalised homophobia that leads Finn to deny his attraction toward Nate, believing that, if he actually likes guys, it means his stepfather was right all along when he manipulated Finn into thinking his arousal during their intercourse meant he unconsciously wanted it, Finn’s trauma comes into the spotlight when he and Nate first get intimate and Finn breaks down, seeing his stepfather in the stead of his lover, and pushes Nate away before breaking into tears. It is without a doubt one of the most difficult scenes to read, and to me, the moment when the story really starts getting all its meaning (too bad there are only 100 pages left after that), a scene that is only topped by the moment when Finn writes a heartfelt letter to his mother, a letter full of both love and hatred, a letter that allows Finn to put his past behind and helps him overcome his trauma.

Rare are the books that have the courage to tackle issues such as child abuse and incest, and the consequences those can have on young people, and that manage to do so in a respectful, honest way. Fewer even are the authors that understand the complicated and sometimes oxymoronic nature of the relationships victims build after those traumatic events, whether it be with their abusers, with those who enabled the abuse without realising it, or with the world in general. The only novel I had read before that truly succeeded at dealing with this subject-matter was The Perks of Being A Wallflower, and while I will in no way compare this masterpiece of contemporary young adult literature with LNOLESSE, the novel we’re dealing with still manages to raise awareness on this still very taboo issue.

Just like Finn, I choose to believe that your trauma doesn’t have to define the rest of your life. You can decide to write your own narrative, and refuse to give credit to the people who don’t deserve it, refuse to let them have an impact on you, refuse to let them turn your happiness, your personality, your very essence, into something of their making, and get rid of this feeling of being “broken”, because there is so much more to you than your trauma.

Stars don’t need the night in order to shine, but you need the night, in order to see them.

And yet, despite the few good points of this novel, despite the couple moments that brought me to tears, despite its honest representation of such a tedious subject, I had to force myself not to put the book down and give up on it entirely. Though the found family trope is my favourite by far, I never even understood what holds this group of friends together. Why do they all accept to put up with Kenna’s behaviour without calling it out? What do Jaeger and Kurt even provide to the story, apart from preventing it from being a predictable love triangle? And while I understand that, even today, being gay is a struggle in our society, why are queer stories always rooted in tragedy? Because just as I was starting to think this novel was actually good, just as Finn’s life starts being good for the first time in a long time, the final plot twist happened: Nate attempts suicide.

I won’t lie to you, when this happened, I sighed loudly, put my book down and went for a walk. I understand that the queer struggle has to be represented, but I’m tired of suicide and gay teens being inevitabily linked. I’m tired, to the point when, in my teenage years, I felt unvalidated in my queerness because I felt I didn’t suffer enough to deserve to be proud of it. In short, I thought I had to be suicidal to deserve to call myself gay. And while Nate doesn’t attempt solely because of sexuality, the bullying he endures from his classmate and the beating he suffers from his dad, as well as the sadness he feels when he thinks Finn doesn’t want him, all contribute to it. After all, his father was the one advising him not to apply to Yale, and his not getting into Yale was the tipping point that convinced him to try to end his life. On top of that, the epilogue that follows that tries to make us believe his attempt was successful was a poor attempt at building dramatic tension. I didn’t buy it for a second., and thought it was particularly manipulative.

I also happen to have a particular distaste for books that end with an epilogue that takes place years after the events of the story. I believe it to be a very cheap, uninventive way to end a story, and this epilogue wasn’t an exception to the rule. It was actually one of the most frustrating ones I’ve read for one good reason: Jaeger.

We learn in the epilogue, in a matter of a couple lines, that Jaeger’s entire life has been turned upside down after the end of the story, because his father is arrested for embezzlement and flees the country, leading Jaeger to drop out of college so he can work to pay back his father’s debts and fight for the custody of his younger siblings. All of that is introduced in the story just as quickly as I introduced it here, and we learn nothing more about it, so my question is: why was this very interesting plot twist only introduced after the story? Never in the novel does Jaeger have a compelling storyline despite being a mysterious, layered character. It would have been so interesting to see Finn and Jaeger bounding over this tragedy, Finn helping Jaeger with the custody battle and finding jobs since it is something he is familiar with. They would have become brothers through this hardship, and the found family trope would have finally felt genuine.

That’s why I was excited to learn that a sequel to LNOLESSE is to be released by the end of the month. I thought the new novel would deal with Jaeger and Finn’s blossoming friendship through this struggle, or would explore Kurt’s asexuality – because yes! Kurt confesses to Finn around the end of the road trip that he feels no sexual attraction toward anyone whatsoever, and even has a whole breakdown where he shaves half his head after losing his viriginity and realising it didn’t “cure” his lack of sexual attraction, and I thought it to be an amazing plot twist as well to take the cliche of the attractive, extroverted black guy who likes sports and make him ace (I’m pretty sure I can count on the fingers of one hand the amount of black ace representation I’ve seen in the media)  – but no. I was extremely disappointed to learn that the sequel seems to be a simple retelling of the original story, but from Nate’s point of view. A Midnight Sun type of situation, it seems. And I know I will read it, hoping to have more Kurt and Jaeger content, curious to see how Nate perceived the whole situation, wishing for some redemption for Kenna, but I already know it is going to be 400 new pages of queer struggle and queer depression and a truckload of homophobia, and it saddens me, and that I will eventually put that book back on my shelf with the same bitter taste that I did for the first one.

I’d like to tell her that stars go out and that, when they do, they destroy everything in their wake. I’d like to tell her that sometimes, that is how i feel, like a supernova.

As to not focus only on the negative aspects, I’ll now talk about all the things I liked in this novel, and the reasons why you should read it. Because yes, you should read it, I deeply believe so. First, as I said, trauma is respectfully and truthfully represented. Finn’s backstory, his relationship with his mum is beautiful and heart-wrenching, and the mystery that surrounds his father is definitely entertaining. His relationship with Nate, though complicated, is poetic, and you can see that the two truly care for each other, that their love is genuine, and I did ship them from the beginning onwards. But maybe the most important relationship in the novel is the one Finn has with his uncle, Cliff, who takes him under his roof after he is kicked out of yet another foster home. They know basically nothing of each other at first, and their relationship goes through ups and downs, but the way they continuously choose to fight to make their small family work is the heart of the story. I am also pretty sure that never before have I read a french young adult novel where four out of the five lead characters are queer, and that kind of representation in the french-speaking literature is really, really refreshing. That novel wants to be good, really good, which is why its flaws are so difficult to swallow, but it remains a book that I needed, and even though it’s far from perfect, I am glad it exists.

#book #books #book review #beeshybooks #queer books #lnolesse #french literature #literature #queer literature

[sosos-adventures]

General impressions about Vietnam so far:

1: the traffic. People mostly get around by using a scooter. They sont care about crosswalks, the mostly care about traffic lights though. But if you cross a road and a scooter wants to turn right, they will. So alway look out for them. To survive, just confidently cross the road and NEVER walk backwards. So as a pedestrian its ok to get along. Biking in big cities I would not recommend. In smaller cities like Hoi An it works quite well. Just go with the flow, dont hesitate and just bike confidently enough to seem like you know what you are doing. Funfact: our bikes here in Hoi An dont really have breaks. So having to suddenly stop because a scooter is crossing your way is not as easy and probably looks super funny to our surrounding.

2: traffic part 2. When checking google maps, you can see that distances like 30km take over an hour by car/bus. The roadnetwork is not as good as others and generally there is so mich traffic that there is no chance to get somehwere fast. Sadly there are also almost no local buses to find online. If you plan on visiting cool sightseeing spots like My Son for example, you have to book an "expensive" shuttle. Tahts how we lost a lot of money already. Also in Vietnam google maps doesnt have the symbol for bikes. Instead you see the symbol for motorbikes. So whenever we take the bike we have no idea how long we actually need to get from A to B.

3: Dogs everywhere. No matter where you go, in every street you can find some dogs. Not the bigger ones. Usually there are many smaller dogs. We dont know if they are stray dogs or belong to someone. Its really interesting to see how they behave so differently based on the city. In Mui Ne for example the dogs were super protective about their street and barked a lot. In Hoi An there are so many dogs but they dont bark, they dont run around mich. They just sit in their street and look at us. We thought people might drug them so they are calm.

4: trash. We knew that visiting an asian country will be very different to what we are used to when it comes to trash. People use plastuc bags for EVERYTHING. Even the tiniest thing comes with a plastic bag. The streets have lots of garbage bags around and trash at the sidewalks which isnt that bad actually. More frustrating is the fact that novody seems to care about what happens with the trash. In Hoi An every night people sell little paper lanterns with candles in it to the tourist to put them in the river for some nice light shows. They burn down and float with the river somewhere or are washed up. Also whats up with these trash cans here in Ho An? Just for tourists?

5: restaurants. There are so many touristic places you can eat food. More expensive ones and cheaper ones where apparently locals also eat. We tried some different kinds of restaurants and usually they serve all types of food. From local disheds to american burgers, italian pizza etc. Even the smalles resgaurants have a huge variety of food. How do they prepare all of these different types of food in just one small kitchen? Still strabge to us. But at least we are getting better at finding cheap restaurants to eat at where they serve lots of local dishes to try for just 2-3€ a meal. Sadly most of the food is not vegetarian. It tastes really good but its hard to find veggie meals.

6: healthy stomach: the myth about ice cubes and raw veggies. I have been to Asia before and learned not to drink tap water, drinks with ice in it, nor to eat raw veggies or salad. We were super careful the first 3 days and kept seeing other tourists eating salad, veggies and drinking the water they offer you in the restaurant. Google told us that its safe to drink drinks with ice cubes that have a hole in it because they are manifactured. On our day trip to the Mekong Delta we met 2 other Germans who told us that they so far have eaten and drunk everytjing without any consequences. So now we are starting to relax a little more and risk it. Lets see how that will go.

[da3dm]

Draw your favorite WoF character

Ok you sent this twice

The second had !! Tho so I kept that one

This will force me to think and learn how to draw WOF bc I can draw dragons I've just never drawn for wof

You could give me ones with my OCs while I'm struggling to learn how to draw WOF to complete this ask

I also draw like a comic page when it's them...mainly trying to learn to draw people but you pointed out that I should really unbury my dragon art

Actually, pleeeeeeeeaaaaase give a prompt with my OCs bc I want to draw them but sont know what to draw of them

Hmmm

I will be working on a WOF character tho

#dead answers #ask #the talking dead #sloth ask #sloth

[daddyjackfrost]

im trying to fish for my tobio hcs but the tag is so DRY its agonizing ☹️

IT IS SO DRY. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? but you came to the right place, babe. i got you 😩😌

kags definitely paints his nails. it started when he was young. his sister always knew she wanted to go into beauty, and she only had ten fingers, so she would paint tobio’s nails. perfecting her strokes and designs on her little brother, as tobio was just happy he could be useful and spend time with his sister. much older, tobio doesn’t paint all his nails, but he always has one nail painted. when he told you the story of his nails, you decided that you would match his nails too.

kags can play the piano. hear me out. kags feels so much. he didn’t know how to control his emotions, much less his frustrations, and therefore he couldn’t express his emotions. after a year or two of your relationship, you introduced tobio to music therapy. at first he was hesitant, but after he learned a few songs, he realized he really liked it. kags learned many songs on the piano, and even began composing some of his own music on the side. now, when he’s stressed or frustrated, he lightly taps the keys to the sont he composed of you on his thighs. kags can play the piano, and he plays it for you.

kags remembers everything. everyone who knew kags in high school knew that he wasn’t the brightest academically, especially in english, due to his memory. you knew this as well, which is why you were insanely surprised when tobio remembered your favourite chocolate brand, and went out of his way to get it for you at an away game. one night, you asked tobio about his memory and his usual lack of understanding, but when he answered with “but it’s you”, you walked away with a blush on your face.

kags believes in materialistic things. as someone who wasn’t told that he was loved (or appreciated) when he was younger, kags began to value materialistic objects for affection. after his high school graduation, hinata got kags and him matching pinky rings, knowing that tobio would know that the rings were hinata’s way or telling him that he loved him. with you, kags wants to spend every last cent on you. he tells you he loves you, but he wants you to know, he wants you to know that he adores you, and he knows no other way then to shower you in gifts of every kind.

kags loves cuddles & kisses. before you, kags didn’t think that he would like affection of any kind, but when you first hugged him, tobio realized that he was touch-deprived, and he actually did like affection. he loved it. at home, you’re not allowed to not be touching the man. he wants you in his arms at every corner, and he wants to lay in your arms at every moment. and kisses. tobio loves kisses. all kinds of kisses. he loves kissing your lips and your cheeks and your forehead and your neck and your hands. tobio loves you, and he loves affection. pls drown this man in affection.

kags is childish. he didn’t get to be a kid when he was younger, and his whole life has been a clouded by frustration and expectations. after high school, tobio learns how to better communicate and he realizes that it’s okay, he’s okay. when tobio is comfortable, he becomes childish. he loves pulling pranks and doing things he never got to do. his attention can be caught by bubbles or bright colours, and he loves the aquarium and amusement. kags just wants to experience things he never got to do, how could you not indulge him?

kags is loved by the elderly. kags doesn’t know why. if anything, the elderly should hate him. he’s curt and arrogant and not pleasant to be around. except, he is. with the elderly, tobio becomes this soft, hesitant boy. he finds everything they say extremely interesting, and he loves being able to make them smile, especially since they resemble his grandfather. you love watching tobio with the elderly, because it’s the most beautiful sight to behold. to see a tall short-tempered man turn into this soft and adorable man. all the elderly love tobio, because they see him. they see this man with an overly big heart who doesn’t know how to handle it, and they adore him.

#damn #i really popped off #I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE MOMO #THEY WERE WRITTEN IN A RUSH NGL #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu kageyama #haikyuu fluff #kageyama headcannons #kageyama tobio #kageyama #hq tobio #tobio headcanons #hq headcanons #hq hcs #kageyama hcs #hana.writes! #hana’s.asks! #hana and momo <3 #momo <3

[shatouto]

another sequel to @obiwanobi's ex-sith anakin au (here and here), and at this rate… yea. yea we’re gonna have to archive this on ao3 (soon)

anyway here’s 2.8k words of tonal inconsistency

et si les étoiles sont cachées

Obi-Wan barely sleeps a wink through the night. His mind turns and whirls as he battles between second-guessing his decisions regarding the former Sith sleeping in his bed and planning on what to do going forward. Anakin knows how to cloak his own signature well enough, that much Obi-Wan can observe, but he will not stand a chance if Masters such as Yoda or Windu search his presence. And then there is the matter of the elusive Darth Sidious’ death, as well - Obi-Wan can only assume that it would be classified information on the Confederacy side, but even then, the Force only knows what kind of hell would break loose once his body is discovered. It doesn’t help that he could barely pull his hand out of Anakin’s without him frowning in his sleep and stirring. He simply has to stay put, with Anakin’s very likely feverish body pressed up against his side in a bed that is only snugly enough for two.

In meditating all of those scenarios, he forgets to account for the hell that breaks loose in his own quarters upon the return of his apprentice.

“Master, what were you thinking?” Ahsoka hisses, eyes darting from him to the closed door of his bedroom, from where the sound of Anakin’s pacing is obvious. Her hand is still clutching one of her lightsabers, alert.

“He was an injured man who crawled to my doorstep for aid, young one.” Obi-Wan sighs. “Surely you cannot expect me to simply turn my back to him, can you? That wouldn’t be the Jedi way.”

“Yes, but…” Ahsoka pinches her own forehead, shoulders dropping in a harsh exhale. “He’s a Sith lord, Master. We’ve all seen what he has done and can do!”

“He was a Sith, Ahsoka. Leading him back to the Light means one less darksider for the galaxy, and no more lives lost. I have always been trying to accomplish this.” Obi-Wan realizes, all of a sudden, that he is trying to convince himself rather than his apprentice. “He came in a moment of need, with nowhere else to go. He no longer wants to remain with the Dark.”

Ahsoka blinks. “And you just trust him? Just like that?”

Well, Obi-Wan wants to say, you didn’t see him on his knees in the hallway with blood covering half his body and bruises the other half; and you didn’t see him hang his head as you took his lightsaber and then his ruined arm off before setting him to bed. Then again, nobody would ever see that: the exact devastation and distress the once-Darth Vader was in last night, at his door. “That is the case, Ahsoka. I would like to trust him, for the time being.”

Ahsoka grumbles something about tried to kill me earlier, didn’t you see that? which of course inspires a twinge of guilt in Obi-Wan - because indeed, this borders on being a foolhardy venture, that his Padawan is dragged into solely by virtue of her sharing quarters with him. She shakes her head and speaks clearly again for him to hear. “...Fine, I get it. Where do you even plan to house him, Master?”

Obi-Wan pauses. He has had plenty of time in the night to consider this, and still he cannot find any better solution than the one he is about to suggest. “I suppose there is no place safer than here.”

“Here? You mean as in, your own quarters, in the Jedi Temple?” Ahsoka stresses on the last few words, incredulous.

Something crashes inside his room, followed by Anakin’s muffled curse. Obi-Wan looks his apprentice dead in the eye as he lets out a sigh, and says, “Yes.”

—

Anakin is strangely good at cooking.

Obi-Wan supposes he shouldn’t have presumed; after all, being a Sith apprentice should probably not interfere with the more mundane aspects of life. But not only is Anakin’s cooking distinctly above average (how did he learn enough skills to make a three-course meal out of the few basic ingredients in Obi-Wan’s pantry, and at what cost?), he also seems to undertake the task with zeal. It’s rather endearing to watch him shuffle around the kitchenette in warm beige pants that barely reach his ankles, and a left sleeve that doesn't need to be rolled up because it's already too short for his long arm.

It’s been less than a week since Anakin first comes to his door. He clearly doesn't like Ahsoka, but with one arm and no lightsaber and Obi-Wan firmly telling him to behave, he eventually, and clearly grudgingly, tolerates her presence, from time to time. The gleam in his eyes is still worrying, from time to time, but the most Anakin does nowadays when Ahsoka passes by is turn his back to her. He seems to be trying his best, which is why Obi-Wan feels immensely guilty for having to preface their meal with a rather somber question.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, as Anakin sets down before him a plate of steak that smells nearly the same as that one luxurious dish he once had while in disguise as a socialite at a prestigious fine dining party. It isn’t the materiality that is distracting, but the efforts that must have gone into it. “I would like to ask you a question.”

Anakin sits down opposite of him, balancing himself. Even with the Force, he’s unused to not having a weight elbow-down on his right hand. “What? Leftover is in the kitchen for your apprentice. If she wants it.” His voice still sharpens at your apprentice, defensive. “I didn’t mean to let her starve.”

Obi-Wan is torn between a smile and a grimace. “No, that isn’t my question, Anakin. I’ve been wondering if you knew of your allies’ plans.”

“What kind of plans?” Anakin’s eyes narrow, warily. “It depends. Dooku knew most. I just did battlefield strategy.”

“You don’t happen to know if there has been recent plans to assassinate the Supreme Chancellor, do you?” It has been on Obi-Wan’s mind ever since he was summoned to an urgent Council meeting days ago. Investigative teams reported that the Supreme Chancellor has gone missing; then midway through the meeting, another report came, and so they ended up discussing how to keep peace while the Senate would break the staggering news of the Supreme Chancellor’s death to the entire galaxy and organize an emergency election. The timing fit too well with Anakin’s arrival, and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

“Oh, there’s never any.” Anakin shrugs, tension melting out of his shoulder. He begins to cut into his steak without a care.

Obi-Wan frowns. There has been plenty of attempted assassinations before, as well as kidnapping - he himself has been sent to protect the Chancellor on many occasions. He’s loath to contradict Anakin, though, so he asks, carefully: “And you are sure?”

“I’m sure,” Anakin says, swallowing a mouthful. “My mas—Darth Sidious, is Palpatine.”

It takes Obi-Wan a stunned moment, while Anakin just continues to eat.

Well, the Council had their suspicions, but it was never so direct. Some have speculated, very privately, that the Chancellor might be linked to a darksider in some way. Perhaps somebody who is in opposition to Count Dooku, another Master has raised. But for the Chancellor *himself* to be this elusive, mysterious Darth Sidious, seems downright unfathomable.

“You…” Obi-Wan pauses, rewording the sentence in his mind for the seventh time. “I would like you to be serious, Anakin. That was not a joke, was it?”

Anakin, unsmiling, turns his eyes up to him with a look of confusion as if saying What’s a joke? “Darth Sidious is Palpatine,” he repeats. “I’m not allowed—I was not allowed to call him that, though.”

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath. The timing does line up far too well. “Anakin, that means you have... disposed of the Supreme Chancellor.”

Anakin scoffs, scrunches up his nose, and shrugs again. “If you put it that way,” he mutters, slouching down even lower as he pointedly eats his food.

Obi-Wan opens his mouth, then closes it again. He sighs at the ceiling, and picks up his fork and knife. Might as well enjoy a good meal before the migraine sets in.

—

To his own amazement, Obi-Wan is getting used to the way Anakin follows him around like a hatchling, whenever he is home.

During the first few days, it took Obi-Wan a considerable amount of patient explanation to convince Anakin not to sit on the floor at the foot of the door frame until he came back. His reasons ranged from “It’s rather undignified for you” (to which Anakin said, “I’ve done worse,” at which point Obi-Wan had to switch subjects immediately, putting a pin in it for future unpacking), to “You might catch a cold, sitting here for so long” (to which Anakin answered, “It’ll go away on its own,” which prompted Obi-Wan to check his temperature immediately, only to realize that Anakin had been cloaking his fever for at least a day, and - well, that was another pin on the board). In the end, it was only the allowance for him to use the kitchenette that kept the former Sith from waiting at the door like a hound, rather busying himself at the stove instead. It was a great decision through and through, considering how much Anakin improved the quality of their meals.

But otherwise, Anakin still makes no secret of his immediate attachment to him. Perhaps there should be no surprise in that, considering the sort of upbringing he must have suffered through; not that Obi-Wan knows much of it anyway, considering how quiet Anakin remains and how reluctant he himself is to ask personal questions. Nevertheless, from the way Anakin acted - finding his way into the Jedi Temple and declaring his trust to a sworn enemy rather than relying on his own Sith allies - it isn’t hard to infer that this man has had precious little reason to put his trust into anybody in his surroundings. It also aligns with the Sith ways, Obi-Wan speculates - and could only dare speculate, because truth be told he does not know all that much of the Sith outside of his research on ancient texts. Contemporary Sith are few. The Master might just make his own rules, and Darth Sidious - the Supreme Chancellor, Force have mercy - seemed like the type to play cruel games. So he has every reason to understand and empathize. And he truly does extend his most heartfelt compassion to this wayward Force-wielder.

That doesn’t make it any easier to deal with Anakin’s irritability whenever Obi-Wan comes back from a mission.

He’s clearly unhappy about Obi-Wan being away, especially if he discovers that the mission has been with Ahsoka. He only grows more upset and quick-tempered as time goes by; it begins with him upturning the decorative datapad shelves in the living room, escalating to a series of broken glasses and plates in the kitchenette; finally one day Obi-Wan comes back home to knives lodged in the wall, Anakin in the midst of pulling them out.

Anakin has the decency to look sheepish, even just slightly, as he silently puts away all the knives and hides himself in the kitchen completely. He cleans up, at least. In fact, he was almost always in the middle of cleaning up when Obi-Wan caught him in the act, which prompts the question: How many other times has he done this while left alone?

Obi-Wan only sighs. It does border on cruelty to keep somebody alone in these cramped quarters for weeks on end. He also knows that whatever measures he has set up to keep Anakin safe here - from the world, and from Anakin himself, - it would be a fatal oversight to underestimate the ability of a former Sith. He has no doubts that Anakin, even while one-handed and saber-less, could escape if he truly wanted to. The fact that Anakin willingly keeps himself stowed away in a Jedi’s quarters while desperately and entertaining himself through destructive means only to then be embarrassed about it… is a testament to some budding virtue, Obi-Wan supposes. And it only intensifies his guilt: it’s as if he’s taking advantage of Anakin’s trust to confine him to solitude, while he himself pushes back and back the kind of work a true mentor would need to engage in to help Anakin. The fact that he is fighting a war, or whatever is left of it, is no excuse.

It is with resolution that he stands up and heads into the kitchen. Their eyes meet as soon as he steps in; clearly enough, Anakin has been watching him. Anakin’s fingers grip the counter, knuckles blanched. Obi-Wan holds up his hands, moving as slowly and unpredictably as possible, and cuts to the chase.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go outside, Anakin.”

Anakin’s brows shoot up, but he still doesn’t unclench his jaws.

“I believe it’s rather unfair to keep you locked inside,” Obi-Wan explains. “After all, cooking can only do so much to spend all of one’s pent up energy.” He gives a small, gentle smile, inwardly anxious because of the way Anakin still looks at him with his guards up, shoulders squared, halfway between fight and flight. “I am not suggesting anything much, Anakin. Only a walk in the park, if it suits you. The decision is up to you.”

A moment or two passes in thick, awkward silence. Then Anakin, hesitantly: “Will you be there?”

It’s the first pleasant surprise Obi-Wan has had in what felt like an age. His smile grows, unbidden. “Yes, I insist.”

—

Autumn winds reel through his hair before rushing off to rustle in the foliage. The nightly air is crisp on his cheeks, and Obi-Wan doesn’t even think to tighten his robes around him; he enjoys a nice, chilly evening. Silence is alleviated by the song of insects in the grass, as they make their way down the serpentine path, round fountains and beds of flowers. Their robes flutter, and their hands are firmly linked.

It’s nothing that cannot be explained by strict necessity, or so Obi-Wan reasons: He must be able to make sure Anakin never strays from his sight, for safety reasons; and he dislikes the thought of putting any kind of binding or chains or even just a simple tied thread on Anakin. As usual, when all else fails, undertaking by hand is the solution - hence Anakin’s hand in his own, their palms warmly interfacing, their calluses fitting together.

The contact is also enjoyable, but that’s beside the point.

“I like the sky at night,” Anakin says, sudden but quiet. Obi-Wan glances at him to find Anakin not looking back at him for once. Anakin’s hood has long since slipped off because of the way he tips his head back to turn his eyes to the stars. Most of them are shrouded by gathering clouds, but some of them still shine through the dark.

“I see,” Obi-Wan muses. “May I ask why?”

For once, Anakin doesn’t hesitate to answer. “I like to look at the stars. They’re just suns, but far away. Can’t burn you, only blink at you.” Anakin’s hand tightens just a little. A patch of wildflowers gently glows when the two of them pass by. “When you blink back at them, you’re not alone.”

“And what if the stars are hidden?” Obi-Wan gestures, voice light, even as his heart sinks. He knows a lonely child, or one who used to be a lonely child, when he sees one. “What do you do then?”

The sigh that follows is lost in a gust of wind. There’s only the slightest of tremors in Anakin’s fingertips. They fall back into silence, deeper silence this time, as even the insects seem to quiet. The air feels earthy and damp with a coming rain. The sky blackens as clouds roil and thicken, and suddenly it’s dark as pitch and the comfortable coolness splinters into shivers under his skin. When the first drop falls, Obi-Wan reaches over to draw up Anakin’s hood for him. Anakin turns to him, eyes downcast.

“Then I’m alone,” he answers, belated and small.

—

“Maybe you’re right, Master.” Ahsoka picks up her steaming mug of tea, sinking comfortably into her amply cushioned seat on the couch. A strip of morning sunlight draws lazily across the room. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s working. He’s getting... nicer, lately. You should keep walking him.”

Obi-Wan chuckles at the turn of phrase. Walking him… “I don’t think it’s my doing,” he says, pouring a little more tea for himself. Anakin shuffles from one corner of the kitchenette to another, apron strings fluttering behind him. Obi-Wan shakes his head and takes a sip of tea, smiling. “I don’t think it’s my doing at all.”

#obikin #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #star wars prequels #the clone wars #raised as sith anakin #i really did hijack clem’s au #sorry for pinging you again! #why is this so reminiscent of le petit prince all of a sudden #will that story ever stop haunting me? (no) #all aboard the woobify train yay

[bittersweetresilience]

sunny's year half year in review

because i am all about that self celebration 👏

achievements

🏅 joined a fandom 🏅 got married (🌖) 🏅 made friends (🏮🌺🌋🍜🍀🕊️🦌🧬💤🦎🦭☄️✍️🪨🪶🦚💝🎞️🪄🍞) 🏅 learned new things (📸🪡📑) 🏅 sunnyscrambles

creations

an ongoing amélie dissertation in sentitwin soulmate au. next chapter will be posted on new year's day and will feature art from @moonieratty!

félix and amélie webweaves. my favorites that i've made! all literature is from my graham de vanily reading lists.

ladynoir amv. so many episodes in this. my storage space...

multifandom webweave. the first one i made and still very important to me!

i entered a feverish haze after @nemaliwrites's remixes introduced me to a softer world and the result was Feelings.

my favorite fic i wrote this year. mind the trigger warnings.

recommendations

running in the shadow

i cannot describe how much this fic means to me. i left hundreds of messages during my liveread and i wept all through my comment and my reblog and still it's not nearly enough. it's one of my favorite gifts, one of my favorite fics, and one of my favorite works of art i've ever seen. thank you to @wackus-bonkus-maximus for being a role model, an inspiration, and my first fandom friend.

i love you (for senti-mental reasons)

as the head of the as time goes by pr team, i would be remiss not to recommend something from this series! félix in this universe makes me turn into dynamite. second recommendation is betcha on land (they understand). i'm a big fan of @redundant-lava, you see.

i know there's been pain this year (but it's time to let it go)

what's there not to like about @ninadove's sentitwins? her christmas fic blew me away. i love her creative costume designs, her references to classics and video games, and her accompanying fic art. honorable mentions to la nuit, tous les chats sont gris and everything i did (i did for you).

bon voyage

one of the original highlights of my summer. the dream sequence in chapter four blew my mind. the way this fic was planned to end drives me nuts in the best way.

bell the cat

the single most amazing fantasy au i've read. i'm regularly awed by how incredible it is, and awed by @heartfulselkie's writing, art, and person in general. if i learned how to bind books, this would be at the top of my list. i keep saying it because it's true.

thirteen

our monthly dosage of pain, exquisite backstory exploration, and gorgeous @anna-scribbles prose. i'm always a sucker for pre-canon and this is The fic for adrien pre-canon fans. christmas félix will make me explode.

a rose by any other name

i love everything @asukiess makes but shoutout to loveybug au for being such a fun and creative time for the lovesquare fandom. this fic also comes with the loveyvelours art of all time. the other day i started thinking about kuro neko unprompted. autumn is in my brain...

phoenix félix

this isn't a fic, but i'll never miss a chance to scream about art by @luckychatons. phoenix félix is immortalized in my discord profile picture. i'm blessed to receive secret félix doodles and catsona designs on the down low!

moonie

just scroll through their entire art account. everything they make is an eye feast, and they haven't even posted the half of it. my partner and creative inspiration. the moon to my sun. buy them a coffee for always supporting dead girls club.

#🌃 #all of the friends... all of them #decipher my emoji game and win a prize #miraculous ladybug #mostly #no need to interact with this post if you were tagged i just want you to know i genuinely adore your work and wish to #shout it off the rooftops at all times #my self indulgent post turned into a friend gushing post which i think is a pretty accurate yearly summary 🤣

[dstarstories]

Run In

Archer leaned his elbow against the counter, crossing his legs at the ankle as he stood there with an unshakable smile. He watched Vince on the other side of it, knelt down to open boxes of new merchandise. A few strands of dark hair had escaped his loose bun & fell across his cheek. Archer couldn’t help but think that those small things, those small imperfections, still looked perfect on him.

He’d set aside the realizations made that morning with his friends. Maybe Levi was right & Vince wouldn’t care what anyone else thought, even if Shane Busby was his closest friend. And if that wasn’t the case & this would never lead to anything, Archer wasn’t going to ignore the attraction he felt & his desire to see his new friend.

Vince had asked if he could get his hands on any old concert posters they could put up on the walls of the store. Archer was more than happy to deliver after finding some long forgotten extras that had been stashed away in the overfilled storage room of Mercury Records.

“So where did you grow up?” The blond was hungry to learn more about him.

Vince moved to the next box, shrugging slightly before slicing open the tape with an open pair of scissors. “A little bit of everywhere. We moved around a lot when we were kids.” This was his automatic answer when someone asked. Perhaps one day he’d get into the reasons & details of how they got passed from their parents to one family member & back to their parents then to another family member. “I was born in Hawaii, lived in the north east for a while, in California & Florida, Arizona. Even after we graduated high school, Mik & I still didn’t stay in one place. We always stayed together though, no matter where we went. She always loved New Orleans so a couple years ago, we came to Louisiana.”

“You’re close I guess,” Archer laughed.

Vince rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I know where we are, smart ass,” he shot back playfully. “We lived in New Orleans until last year. A friend of someone who was friends with someone who was the grandson of the former owners of this place told my sister about their retirement. She thought it sounded like a new adventure & always wanted to do something that involved music.” He lifted the last box up onto the counter so that it sat between them now. “So here we are.” Vince waved his hand in the air, motioning around the shop. Vintage records lined the opposite wall while the majority of the store was filled with a variety of instruments & music related merchandise.

“So what about you?” It was Vince’s turn to ask questions. “Did you grow up here?”

“Baton Rouge born & raised,” Archer nodded. “I lived in LA for a bit after I left college, when I was first married. We moved back here before my daughter was born to be close to my family.” He’d already been open about the fact that he had two small children & an ex husband.

“Do you get to travel much for work?”

Archer nodded. “We did a lot of traveling when I was.. um first dating my ex.” He didn’t know if that fact might give even further confirmation that he was the Archer that Shane knew & despised. “I try not to as often though so I can be home with the kids. I really only travel during the weeks when they’re with him.”

Vince didn’t show much of a reaction other than giving a nod in understanding. “That makes sense. I love traveling when I can. Haven’t been able to in a while though. We basically put all our money into this place.” He blushed slightly at the admission. Sinking every dime of his savings into his sister’s dream & now living on a tight budget wasn’t something he told most people. Talking about money at all made him a little uncomfortable, especially since he knew Archer didn’t have a clue about those kinds of struggles.

Archer smiled again as he watched the color rise in the other man’s cheeks. It was adorable. “I think that’s pretty cool. I’m sure once everything settles down here, you’ll be able to again.”

Vince returned his smile but didn’t want to talk anymore about himself. “So you’re well-traveled & from Louisiana. Do you speak any other languages? French?”

“That’s a fair assumption,” the blond chuckled. “French, yes. That’s the only one really.

“Say something in French?”

“Are you asking me to say something in Creole since, as you pointed out, I’m from Louisiana, or in classical French?”

“There’s a difference?” Vince chortled.

Archer gave a half shrug in response. “A little bit but it’s still pretty close.”

“Alright,” Vince nodded. “Classical French.”

Archer thought for a moment before he spoke. “Tes yeux sont magnifiques.”

Vince waited expectantly for the translation. Archer laughed softly. “Your eyes are beautiful,” he finally told him.

His cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink this time, Vince bit his bottom lip & looked away for a brief moment. “Well...” He walked around the counter, mirroring Archer’s casual pose just inches from where the blond stood. “Thank you. I liked that.”

Their eyes locked & Archer felt his confidence growing. “Then maybe I should speak French more often. Tout pour toi. Anything for you,” he translated immediately this time.

Vince could feel the heat in his cheeks but he didn’t care. It was the racing in his chest that he was trying his hardest to ignore. Then, through the large windows at the front of the store, he noticed someone approaching the door.

Archer noticed Vince’s smile fade as he became distracted. Turning, he saw why as Shane opened the door. He sneered at the blond then shook his head as Archer quickly turned back to Vince.

“I should probably go,” Archer said quietly, straightening up.

“You don’t have to,” Vince said quickly.

“No, I probably should,” he insisted. “Text me when you get home?” He practically whispered the last part so that he wouldn’t be overheard.

Archer tried to walk past Shane without acknowledging him. It didn’t do any good. He could feel the man turn & follow him out of the store.

Part II tomorrow 🖤

#Archer Hawke #Vince Black #Shane Busby #Hawke Legacy #Hawke G3 #Hawke Story #dstar writes #archerxvince

[aliyahscreations]

Important

FRENCH

Bonjour à tous.

Malheureusement, ce n’est pas un post habituel aujourd’hui, car je compte aborder un sujet extrêmement important, à savoir le Plagiat.

Certains sont déjà au courant, mais hier dans la journée j’ai reçu un message privé discord m’annonçant mon bannissement d’un serveur suite à des accusations de plagiat. Dans un premier temps je n’ai pas compris, j’étais plus que certaine d’avoir écrit absolument tous mes codes et vu que la personne qui m’avait informé de ceci n’a pas répondu à mes questions pour me donner des explications, j’étais perdu.

Ayant eu une grosse journée qui n’était pas prête de se terminer, j’ai relégué ça dans un coin de ma tête et j’ai poursuivi mes activités. Mais plus tard dans la soirée, j’ai pris connaissance d’un message de quelqu’un dont j’ai toujours admiré le travail, Tessisamess, sur tumblr à ce sujet. Si auparavant je pensais que ce n’était rien et qu’il devait y avoir un malentendu, là je me suis posé davantage de question. Que Tess en personne me dise que j’ai plagié son travail, je me devais de vérifier, par respect pour elle et tout ce qu’elle a fait pour nombre d’entre nous.

Après une nuit agitée passée à me poser des questions, j’ai fini par troquer le sommeil pour mon téléphone et remonter dans les pages de son site histoire de voir par moi-même. Et il s’est avéré qu’elle disait vrai, “Leo”, l’un des codes de mon blog était indéniablement une copie de l’un des siens, à mon grand désarroi.

Avant toute chose, il faut savoir qu’une partie des premiers codes de la série sur le Zodiaque, étaient d’anciens codes créés par mes soins que j’avais remis à jour pour les partager. Ayant utilisé de nombreux codes en libre service en plus des miens, j’avais bien pris le temps de vérifier chacun des sites que j’utilisais avant pour être certaine de ne pas m’attribuer le travail d’autrui justement. Je ne sais pas ce qu’il s’est passé, j’ai voulu aller trop vite, je n’ai pas été assez attentive, autre chose, … mais j’ai loupé le code en question.

Donc quand j’ai retrouvé une partie de celui-ci dans mes documents (je maudis mon organisation de l’époque et ces documents partiellement illisibles), je l’ai pris pour l’un des miens et je l’ai fini, celui-ci n’étant pas utilisable tel que je l’avais.

Bref, ça n’excuse rien, je vous explique juste comment cela à pu se produire. Les faits sont là, je me suis involontairement rendue coupable de plagiat.

Et c’est mal.

Vous ne pouvez pas imaginer à quel point je m’en veux et ce que je donnerai pour revenir en arrière et effacer cette grossière erreur. Mais ce n’est pas possible. Je dois donc accepter ce qui a été fait et tâcher de réparer au mieux cette erreur, sans oublier de présenter mes plus sincères excuses aux personnes que j’ai blessées.

Quand j’ai lancé ce blog, je l’ai fait pour m’amuser, j’aime créer des codes et j’ai eu une grosse période d’inspiration, ce qui m’a conduit ici. Je voulais m’amuser et peut-être fournir quelque chose d’utile pour d’autres.

Alors en arriver là me désole, je n’ai jamais voulu créer de problème ou blesser quelqu’un.

C’est la raison pour laquelle pendant une période indéterminée je vais rendre inaccessibles tous les codes de ce blog, afin de prendre le temps de vérifier chacun d’entre eux point par point.

Je me dois d’apprendre de cette erreur et faire en sorte que ça n’arrive plus jamais. Pour les autres bien sûr, mais surtout pour moi, pour pouvoir me regarder dans le miroir.

Je vous remercie d’avoir lu jusque-là et je tiens à vous dire à quel point je suis désolée si je vous ai blessé ou déçu.

Bonne journée.

ENGLISH

Hello everyone.

Regrettably, this is not a usual post today, because I want to talk about a very important subject today, plagiarism.

Some of you already know it, but yesterday i got a private message on discord, telling me that i’m removed from a server, due to plagiarism accusation. At first, I didn't understand. I was sure to have written all my codes by myself and since the person who told me that didn’t answer my questions or give me explanations, I was lost.

I have had a hard day which was not ready to end, so i put this into the back of my mind and continued my activities. Sadly, later in the evening, I saw a message from someone i’ve always admired work, Tessisamess, about all this on tumblr. If previously I was thinking this was nothing and there must have been a misunderstanding, there I asked myself more questions. That Tess in person told me that I plagiarized her work, I need to check, in respect of her and what she did for a lot of us.

After a hard night of thinking about all of this, I ended up changing sleep for my phone and searching on all of her website's pages, to see it by myself. And she was right,, “Leo”, one of my blog’s codes was a copy of one of her own, to my great distress.

Before anything, you need to know that the first Zodiac’s serie’s codes are old ones I made which I have updated for sharing them. Having used a lot of free codes in addition to mine, I took time to check each of them before posting, to be sure that I don't claim other's work. I don’t know what happened, i wanted to go too fast, i haven’t been paying enough attention, something else… but i missed this code.

So, when i found a part of it in my documents (i hate my bad organization of the time), i thought it was one of mine and i finished it, it was not usable as it stands.

But that’s no excuse, I just explained how this happened. The facts are here, I involuntarily made myself guilty of plagiarism.

And this is bad.

You can’t imagine how much I blame myself and feel bad. I’d give anything to go back and erase this huge mistake, but it’s impossible. I must accept what has been done and attempt to fix this mistake, without forgetting to offer my deepest apologies to the people I hurt.

When I started this blog, I did it for fun, I like to create code and I had an important period of inspiration, so here we are. I wanted to have fun and maybe share something useful to others.

Then to get to this point grieves me, I never wanted to create problems or hurt someone.

This is the reason why, for an indeterminate period, I will make all this blog’s codes inaccessible, to take time to check many times each of them in detail.

I have to learn from this mistake and make sure it never happens again. For others of course, but especially for myself, so i want to be able to look at myself in the mirror.

Thanks for reading this. I want to tell you how sorry i am if i hurted or disappointed you.

Have a good day.

[pebblysand]

20 Questions: Writer's Edition!

I haven't been tagged in this but I saw it on @femellerklem's blog and as I'm on holidays with nothing to do, here it is for everyone's enjoyment, haha.

How many works do you have on AO3?

19

What’s your total AO3 word count?

302,756 words. As I was telling @whizzfizz the other day, I need to get a life.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

The Good Wife, HP, Spooks, Silk, House M.D., Peaky Blinders and Without a Trace. So, seven. Like Horcruxes, lol.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

That's an interesting question, let me check.

one: castles (hp) ; two: the wolf's just a puppy (and the door's double locked) (hp) ; three: truth (peaky blinders) ; four: slipped (and sad something sort of like your name) (hp) ; five: the things that will likes (the good wife)

I can't say I'm shocked that the Potter stuff is so high up, it's the most popular fandom I've ever written for so it makes sense, just in terms of a larger readership pool. I'm always however pleasantly surprised that Truth is up there. It's the only PB fic I've ever written (although I have plans for another one) and not a particularly popular ship, so it's always nice to get recognition for it. IIRC, it wasn't a hit when I put it out but it's been growing steadily ever since! It was also the first fic I wrote after a three-year writing slump, which makes me oddly proud of it. It's not perfect by any means and has obviously been contradicted by canon since then, but I like it.

Please, however, stop dropping kudos on the things that will likes. It's really not great. I do hope my writing has gotten better since 2012 and don't understand why people like this. I've considered deleting it so many times but it's got so many kudos, it make me feel bad for the people who do enjoy it.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Always on AO3, never on ff.net. I just find the PM-ing system clunky on ff. I'm not always as prompt answering as I'd like to be anymore, but I do make a commitment to always answer eventually. It's just that, if you've ever looked at it, you'll know that my comment section is something to behold. I tend to get a lot of "long" comments on my stuff, so I also leave very long responses in return, which take a while to get to/write. This being said, I love debating/chatting/commiserating with my readers and have made some fantastic friends through my AO3 comment section. I basically live for people's long comments lol. I just wish I had more time to get to them quicker haha.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't know, maybe my most recent one, I suppose? Or horses made of sticks? I tend to get very dark and angsty throughout my works, but always end on a brighter note. Those two are about death/loss though and there's a permanency to it that you can't really avoid.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I mean, that fic's a 143-thousand-words journey but probably children. I like where it ends. It's a good place.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Never have. I might one day but it just sounds like a lot of effort.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Everyone has I think. The best one though was someone on castles who wrote "first learn when spring season starts and ends before writing a story about it. what a joke." I'm still baffled by it cause, like, May's in spring, isn't it?

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes and no. I have written sex, yes, aspects of it at least. There are two sort-of explicit sex scenes in children, and one very explicit one. This being said, I mostly concentrate on one specific detail while writing sex, and blur out the rest. A bit like the scene in which Harry pulls off the condom after having sex with Mia in castles. The latest chapter of castles is also obviously very explicit, but it's not really writing "sex" as such. I write smut when it shows something, when it has a point. I don't write smut for the sake of smut but if explicit sex has a place/point in a story then I do write it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Not that I have ever checked either though, lol.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. I'd love to though!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I've beta-ed but not co-written.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

It's funny cause I definitely write romance, but I don't consider myself a "shippy" person. I fluctuate, I'm mostly interested in storylines/characters, rather than ships themselves. A bit like sex, I think romance is an element of life. But, if I had to choose one and because I've written 143k words about them, I think I'll say Martha/Clive on silk.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The TGW Will-lives AU. There's 20k words of it somewhere on my hard drive but honestly, doubt I'll ever write it.

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm very character-based, whatever that means. I've been told I'm good with dialogue. Very "vivid". I honestly don't know but if there's something you really like about my style, by all means, tell me haha.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I could edit myself into the ground. I have to limit the number of editing runs I do on things or else after a while I start obsessing over each and every word and the quality actually goes down. I've been known to delete a lot of things and regret it afterwards. I think if I ever wrote a book you'd find me in bookshops picking it up and correcting the copies after it's been published haha.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Very tricky. I did it a bit in ce ne sont que des cailloux but only in a language I actually speak.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Without a Trace. A 2000s procedural lol.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

My fave is always my latest one so far lol. Which is a good thing I suppose 'cause it means I'm enjoying what I'm writing and getting better? So, right this minute, it's listening for that angel choir, but it'll be something else soon haha.

Tagging @copper-dust and @whizzfizz if you haven't done this yet - not sure!

#i like answering questions no one asked me when im bored lol #tag

[revolutionary-demosthenes]

Louis de Manoël de Végobre (Pt. 1/2)

Essay 11

Louis de Manoël de Végobre. A friend (or more?) of John Laurens and Francis Kinloch, a lawyer, a scientist. I wanted to learn more about him after I reblogged that last quote, and found some interesting things so I figured I’d share them with you!

Keep in mind: I'm still doing research and finding new things about De Végobre... only it all has to be (google) translated because most of the writings on him are in French. So keep in mind the margin of translation errors while reading this. This first one will just talk about De Végobre’s life in general, and in the next one I’ll talk more about his sexuality and relationships. 

Louis de Manoël de Végobre was born on November 12, 1752, to Charles de Manoel de Vegobre and Louise de Vignolles-de-La-Valette. I assume he was probably named after his mother. He had several siblings, but sadly (as with John Laurens) some of them died very young.

I was unable to find much more about his childhood, so fast forward to 1774. 

De Végobre was a friend of the Chauvets, a family in Francis Kinloch and John Laurens’s social circle in Geneva in 1774. He taught Laurens math, and they became good friends. After Laurens left for England, De Végobre kept up a correspondence with him... one that was obviously not completely reciprocated, as this is what Végobre said in the beginning of a letter to John Laurens on February 18, 1775:

“Sir,

There is the second; shall a third be? I dont know, but you know. When I have wrote [&] sent an epistle, I am always imagining the history of it; I long to see it [illegible], arriving, read, and answered; I Keep in my memory its date, I calculate the time of its arrival, and I impatiently expect the time of receiving an answer. This longed for answer arrives at length; then I am contented, and beginning another letter I prepare myself for enjoying still such a pleasure. But—if no answer… What must I think? I am concerned, sometimes a little angry. How does my friend do? Is he sick, absent, or idle in answering? Suspense is a hard thing.

I have wrote to you on the 24th of December, you have not yet answered. If you are guilty of negligence, pray do not aggravate your fault by a longer delay. Fault, I say; indeed I think it to be a fault to let pass over a great time without answering the letter of one who deserved answer. There is the end of my chiding, and I hope my thanks will soon began: I mean, that my second stroke shall get me an answer. Indeed, I would be sorry if your continued silence would hinder me from setting pen to paper a third letter.”

“Suspense is a hard thing.” Pull those heartstrings, Louis!

“I would be sorry if your continued silence would hinder me from setting pen to paper for a third letter.” This is so hilarious and sarcastic. Like, “I would be so sorry, John, if I didn’t write you again because you DON’T EVER WRITE BACK... that would be really sad, John.” 

At the end of this same letter, De Végobre also mentions, “Kinloch will not write to you, as he says, being a little angry with you because you dont answer his letter…” So basically, it seems these three were very close in Geneva, but Laurens didn’t write to Kinloch and De Végobre nearly as much as they wanted. And they let him know this was the case. Some possible explanations for this:

Laurens was busy. Studying law.

Laurens being jealous and it being painful for him to remember Geneva and his friends there. This one is more speculative, but since Laurens didn’t want to leave Geneva, and seemed very happy there, it’s possible that the letters Kinloch and De Végobre sent made Laurens feel jealous that he wasn't in Geneva with them. 

Maybe Laurens was just “idle in answering.” This was not unusual for him.

Anyway. For age reference here, in 1776 De Végobre would’ve been around 24, and Kinloch 21.

De Végobre finished learning law around this time, and became a lawyer. 

After Laurens left for London, a young man (aged 18) came to Geneva, and his name was Gabriel Manigault. He and Végobre became friends, and according to Evolution of a Federalist, William Loughton Smith of Charlestown (1758-1812) by George C. Rogers, jr:

“De Vegobre in a letter of June 7, 1776, after thanking Laurens for ‘the pretty Swift,’ told of being charmed with Manigault, whom he taught geometry and who taught him French and English belles-lettres. They often walked together and on Saturday evenings would visit Kinloch, who lived one league in the country and there they might stay until Sunday or even Monday."

In some ways it seems here that Gabriel replaced Laurens. He was a new student of De Végobre’s, who also was teaching De Végobre English, something Laurens did as well. De Végobre wrote Laurens on Dec. 24 1774, “For (putting aside all friendship) you have been my first teacher in English tongue, at every progress I made in this language, at every delight (and many are) I always remember that I am obliged to you for that...”

Gabriel was also a friend of Kinloch’s, it appears, since he and De Végobre were apparently staying multiple days with him regularly. 

However, the trail on De Végobre runs pretty cold after 1776. He eventually came back to Geneva in 1784. According to the book La France protestante: ou, Vies des protestants français qui se sont fait un nom dans l'histoire depuis les premiers temps de la réformation jusqu'à la reconnaissance du principe de la liberté des cultes par l'Assemblée nationale; ouvrage précéde d'une notice historique sur le protestantisme en France, suivi de pièces justificatives, et rédigé sur des documents en grand partie inédits, Volumes 7-8 by Eugene and Émile Haag*, “[De Végobre] was appointed secretary of the first appellations then lord of the commands of Peney and Champagne; but political events stripped him both of his place and his fortune.”

There’s also a possible letter from him to Laurens from 1781, but I think it’s in a private archive.

De Végobre left Geneva for unclear reasons. (La France Protestante Vol. 7-8 by Eugene and Emile Haag simply says “Domestic affairs, then political circumstances kept him away from Geneva for several years, where he did not return until 1784.”) The political circumstances, however, may have been the Genevan Revolution.

“In 1814 Geneva having recovered its independence, de Végobre became a member of the Representative Council, where he sat until 1833 and where he displayed great activity. In 1815 he was appointed judge of the Supreme Court, and he held the office until in 1826, when, believing that his strength was declining, he resigned.” (from La France Protestante, Vol. 7-8 by Eugene and Émile Haag.)

De Végobre was interested in science, particularly physics. He was knowledgable enough that he even filled in for a sick science professor Marc-Auguste Pictet once!

De Végobre did not have many published works. There’s one called Discours pour servir d'introduction à un ouvrage posthume de François-André Naville, ci-devant conseiller d'Etat de la République de Genève, and another titled Sur le jury dans les procès criminels.

As for De Végobre’s personality, he seems to have been a pretty affectionate friend and generous as well. A man who knew De Végobre said that it was “by his amiable and serene character that he shone; neither sad trials, nor the age which often makes selfish and morose, did not alter in him this benevolence, this warmth of heart which made him so precious to his friends.”**

De Végobre never married. Again quoting La France Protestante, Vol 7-8 by Eugene and Émile Haag, “He [De Végobre] lived with his sister Anne Charlotte, who died Sept. 28, 1840 [...] This young lady also left fond memories. Although her fortune was small, her charity was inexhaustible. She was one of the founders of the Asile des orphelines de Genève, an establishment which until its last day was the object of her constant care.”

The “founding an orphanage” draws some Eliza Hamilton parallels. 

Louis de Manoël de Végobre died in 1840, at around 88 years old.

*all the quotes from this book were google translated from French, and because of the long title, in the rest of this post I just refer to this book as “La France Protestante, Vol. 7-8.”

**google translated from French 

#essay #Louis Manoel de vegobre #Francis Kinloch #John Laurens #quotes #books #Geneva good times #frev #geneva #Charles Manoel de vegobre #anne charlotte vegobre #eliza hamilton #Louis de Manoel de Végobre #la france protestante #was very helpful #it was the only place I actually found a real biography instead of vague mentions

[spideyanakin]

Oui, Oui Mon Ami

Tom Holland x French! (+Broadway fan)Reader

Part 2

🧚🏻Masterlist🧚🏻

Yes this is inpired by a Friends episode.

Authors note; The french is correct I might just be using slang. I'm french, both English and French fluent :) and I do find that me and my bilingual friends always speak Frenglish like we mix up words. so if you see English words where french dialog is it’s normal :) + sry if you speak french and I made spelling mistakes, I haven’t gone to a French school in a while

Synopsis; Your best friend has a date with a cute English guy she met at the coffee shop but doesn’t speak a word of English; But you do.

Genre/warning; Reader is fluent in English and French. 0 warnings :)

Translation in Italic

“Please, please, please, pleeeaaaase.” Your best friend looked at you with puppy dog eyes her french accent making each e more accentuated and the s sound even more like z’s. You looked at her as she was jumping up and down, desperate to go on a date with a guy she met at the coffee shop. 

You and your best friend met in France. You were born there, your parents being french, moved to England when you were around nine and then came back to France a few years later.

When it was time to go to college you knew you would come back to England. The different cultures fascinated you and the only thing keeping you back from living there was your parent’s work. But now that you were old enough you and your best friend were off to the same college in the city you loved; London.

She didn’t speak English well. She never actually stepped out of France before you brought her. So the only thing she could say was ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’, ‘Please’ and a few other important words. You spoke perfect English and perfect French controlling both languages like they were yours. So, her only hope to actually go on a date with this guy was either you or google translate, but knowing very well how Google translate transforms words, truly you were her only hope.

So the day she came back from school with stars in her eyes saying she met the cutest guy on the planet, you already knew you would have to step in.

So you helped her send him a message and then their date was planned.

But the only problem was; you had tickets for Hamilton that night.

You had bought these tickets with money you had been saving for a few months now. To say you were excited was an understatement. You wanted to see this musical for years and now that you finally could, your best friend had different plans.

“Mais ça fait des années que j’attend ça!. Tu c’est a quel point j’ai envis de la voir!?” You whined holding on to your tickets.

“But it’s been years since I've waited for this! Do you know how much I want to see it!?

“Mais please. Je te promais que je ferait ce que tu me demande. Je vendrait tout mes vetments pour te racheter un tickets. S’il te plait, je pense vraiment que ca peut marcher entre nous! Il est tellement gentil!” She jumped up and down begging you to help her.

“But please. I promise I will do anything you ask me after this. I will sell my clothes to buy you a new ticket, but please I think it could really work between us too, he’s so nice.”

You took a minute to think. You loved your best friend but Hamilton!? Man, you wanted to see it so bad. She wouldn’t stop staring at you making the cutest eyes possible.

“Et en plus tu serait pas toutes seul, vue que tu vien il a dit qu’il emmènerait sont meilleur ami. Pense s’y comme une double date.” She winked and you rolled your eyes.

“And plus, you won’t be alone. Since your coming, he’s bringing his best friend. Think of it has a double date.”

You sighed.

“Ok...”

“OMG, MERCI!” she ran to you and hugged you for dear life. You rolled your eyes at her reaction.

“Omg, thanks!”

“Ta pas besoin de vendre tes vetments, je le mettrai just en vente et j’en rachèterais un.” You smiled through the hug.

“You don’t have to sell your clothes. I’ll just sell the ticket and buy a new one.”

Both of you got ready for your “double date” although it was more just his friend and you third-wheeling since you never actually met him and didn’t know if you had anything in common with this guy. You dressed casually since it was a casual “date”  at least that what your friend kept telling you.

You arrived at a dinner you loved; You went there so often the staff knew you.

“Attend, c’est pas Tom Holland? Tu c’est le mec qui joue Spider-Man?” You tucked on your best friend's arm and pointed to him. He was in front of the dinner waiting.

“Wait, isn’t this Tom Holland? You know the guy who plays Spider-man?”

You weren't one to go after celebrities. So when you spotted one you were super calm and just laughed it off. You knew his movies because one of your friends was obsessed with him and forced you to watch every single one of them. Justine wasn’t one to like celebrities either so she didn’t even pay attention to the fact that her dates best friend was Spider-man.

“Ah oui, mais c’est lui ta date. Le blond a coter c’est sont meilleur ami.” She said in the calmest way possible.

“Ah yeah, but that’s your date. The blond next to him is his best friend.”

You didn’t flip but you weren't calm either. There was this little in-between feeling that made your eyes go wide and your mouth fall open.

“Tu m’avait pas dit que sont meilleur ami etait Spider-Man?” You nervously laughed. “Carly va me tuer si elle c’est que je suis sortie avec lui.” you explained refering to your friend who would die for him.

“You didn't tell me his best friend was Spider-man?”

“Carly is going to kill me if she knew I went on a date with him.”

“Mais nan.” She waved it off and left to greet them, while you were just standing there processing everything.

“Nah, don’t worry”

You laughed to yourself and walked to them.

“So, Harrison, this is Y/n.” Your friend looked to Harrison and then back to you, her french accent playing with each syllable. “Y/n this is Harrison.” She couldn’t get the smile off her face.

“Hi, Harrison, nice to meet you.” you shook hands with the blond boy.

“Nice to meet you too.” Harrison was taken aback by the perfection of your English accent. If Justine didn’t talk about you he would have sworn you were a native English speaker.

“This is Tom.” Harrison turned to the brunette waiting to be introduced.

You turned to him directly admitting to yourself he was way cuter in real life.

“Hi,” He gave you his hand to shake.

“Hi, I'm Y/n” You gave him a bright smile and your friend was looking way too excited that you were getting along.

“Shall we.” Harison turned to your friend.

You sat at a booth next to Tom and Justine next to Harrison.

The start of the conversation went well. You ordered your food (helping your friend on that one) and translated everything from French to English and English to french.

“How do you speak both languages so well?” Tom looked at you with fascination.

“Well, I'm french. Born and raised, my whole family lives there. I met this one in kindergarten.” You pointed to your best friend who was trying to learn English with Harrison. “When I was nine I moved for a few years in England. But then we came back to France and I went to a British school there, I wanted to stay in the British system.” You smiled before taking a sip of your drink.

“Wow,” Tom smiled impressed with your life. “I only speak English, and I can’t even write a sentence right.” He laughed. “The only words I know in French is oui, oui, mon ami, Baguette, Quackson.”

“What did you just say, and was that a Hamilton reference?” You laughed at his attempt of saying, Croissant and was directly alarmed by the Hamilton reference.

“Yes, and I said a Quackson.” He replied trying to act normal, but you couldn't stop laughing.

“Are you trying to say, Croissant?” You said with the perfect French accent.

“Yeah, that” He smiled.

“Well, I also know something in French.” Harrison joined

“Oh yeah?” You turned to him. “What do you know?”

“Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir.” He turned to your best friend for approval.

You and Tom burst out laughing while your best friend placed a hand to her face in embarrassment.

“You just asked if you wanted to sleep with her tonight.” You and Tom couldn’t stop laughing at this point.

“What I think is shocking about this sentence is that no one knows it actually comes from-”

“Moulin Rouge!” You finished the sentence with him, happy someone finally knew where it came from.

“Let me guess you're a musical fan?” Tom asked impressed you knew.

“Well, duh. I was supposed to go see Hamilton tonight, but this one forced me to come with her!” You pointed to Justine.

“Wait? No way?” His eyes went wide. “I was supposed to go see Hamilton but Harrison told me it wasn’t nice for you because you would just third-wheeling them and it would just be awkward for them! But I'm a big musical fan too!”

“Really!?” You laughed not believing the situation.

“Well, yeah! I l love musicals! I was even in one when I was little.” you thought you saw a blush creep on his cheeks.

“Really!?” Your eyes went wide, it was one of your childhood dreams to be in one.

“Yeah... I was in Billy Eliott...” at this point he couldn’t hide the blush from his face.

“Really!? When!? I saw Billy Eliott!” You could. barely believe your ears.

“Really? Well um around 2010-2011″ He smiled.

“No!? You kidding? I saw Billy Eliott around this time!” You laughed no believing what was happening. “This is amazing” You smiled and he smiled back.

“Um Y/n, tu peut traduire ce qu’il ma dit?” Your friend tapped on the table to get your attention and pointed to Harrison who looked at you and gave you a shy smile.

“Um, Y/n can you translate what he said to me?”

“I asked what her favorite movie is.” He smiled and turned back to your best friend.

“Il a demander; C’est quoi ton film preferer?” you said it almost frustrated.

“He asked; what’s your favorite movie?”

“Oh, my favorite?” She turned to you hoping she’d say the right word. “Is Les Quatre Filles du Docteur March.” She smiled at Harrison.

“Little woman in English,” you told Harrison before quickly turning back to Tom. “So that means I saw you on Billy Eliott.” You smiled at Tom but Justine knocked on the table even harder to get your attention.

“Um, tu peux lui demander ce qui veut faire plus tard?”

“Can you ask him what he wants to do later in life?”

“What do you want to do later? As in your job?” You impatiently turned to Harrison.

“Oh, I want to be an actor, probably.” He turned to your friend and gave her a bright smile.

“Il veut etre acteur.” You turned back to Tom to persure your conversation.

“So maybe we could go an see Hamilton together?” Tom gave you a shy smile.

“Yeah, sure I would lo-”

“um, Y/n je peux te parler derriere mon menu?” Your friend cut you in the middle of your reply. You sighed and turned to her.

“um, Y/n can I talk to you behind my menu.”

“Ok?” You turned to Tom and gave him an apoplectic smile. She bent down with her menu blocking the view to the boys.

“Um tu fait quoi?” she whispered

“Um, what are you doing??”

“Je parle avec mon date?” you said clearly not understanding the situation.

“Talking with my date?”

“Oui mais um, Tom et toi parler tellement que je peut meme pas parler avec Harrison.”

“Yeah, but um you and Tom talk so much that me and Harrison can barely say a word to each other.”

“Tu veux que. je fasse quoi? Que je laisse Tom tout seul et que je traduit toute votre conversation?”

“What do you want me to do? Let Tom sit there alone while I translate every single thing you say?”

“Oui, parfait merci!” she smiled at you and took the menu down. You looked back at Tom.

“Yes, perfect thanks”

“So um, how about we go and see Hamilton together? We can try next week? but you know how Hamilton tickets are.” Tom gave a soft laugh at the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, tell me about it. But I would love to” You gave him a bright smile.

“So what’s your favorite musical.” Tom gave you a bright smile.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You turned to your friend and took a sip of your drink.

“Tu peut traduire ca please.” She gave you a fake smile.

“Can you translate this please?”

“Je suis desoler que cette date et devenu la date de nos meilleurs amis.” You choked on your drink at her sentence and cleared your throat before turning to Harrison.

“She says she sorry this date turned into... Me and tom’s date” You almost whispered the last part of the phrase. Tom blushed and gave an awkward laugh while Harrison smiled and answered.

“Well, tell her it’s ok and that I really like her and hope that even if this turned it your date.” He looked at Tom. “I would love to go on a date with her again.”

You translated what he said and your friend smiled, happy he understood the situation.

You then turned to Tom and gave him a look telling him you should pay a little attention to your friends.

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A week passed and you and Tom texted non-stop. the second you followed Tom on Instagram your Instagram discovery page was decorated with Spider-man fan accounts.

One day you were sitting on your bed, scrolling through the Tom Holland and Spider-Man memes your discovery page almost force-fed you. You had to admit they were pretty funny.

You phone beeped as Tom send you a message.

“Speaking of the devil.” You whispered to yourself before opening his message.

*Hey, what you doing tonight?

- Justine and I were invited to a party...

*Oh, ok...

- Why?

*Well, I have this if you want.

Your heart did a flip as he sent you pictures of Hamilton tickets, dated for tonight. It was less than a week since Tom and you went on this double date with your friend and tickets were almost impossible to get on such short notice.

- wait how did you get this?

*I know people 😏

- I-

* So what do you say? Hamilton tonight?

- Hell yes. F* the party.

*Pick you up at 6

-Oki, see you then 🥰

You dropped your phone on your bed and entered the bathroom where Justine was getting ready for the party.

“Je vais pas a la fete ce soir” You grabbed your hairbrush from the cabinet.

“I'm not going to the party tonight”

“Attend quoi? mais pourquoi? Arrete mais me laisse pas!”

“Wait what? but why? wait don't leave me!”

“Nope, j’ai un rencard.”

“Nope, I have a date.”

“Tu te fou de moi?” She dropped her makeup brush. “tu me laisse pour un mec?”

“Are you shitting me?”  “You're ditching me for a guy?”

“Nan, je te laisse pour allez voir Hamilton. Avec le mec que j’aime.”

“Nope, leaving you to go see Hamilton. With the guy I like.”

“Ah donc c’est avec Tom.” She smirked before unwrapping her hair from her towel.

“Ha! so it’s with Tom.”

“Yep.” You skipped a step before leaving the bathroom, getting an eye roll from her. She knew you met him because of her and she was happy that she did that.

You quickly got ready and sooner then you knew he was standing in front of your door.

“Hi!” You opened the door and saw him a grin painted on his face. “What?” You laughed not knowing why he was looking at you like that.

“Nothing, you're just really pretty.” He smiled. “I still can’t believe you ditched your party for this.”

“Oh, trust me. I didn’t want to go. These parties aren't my thing.” You said before getting out and closing the door behind you. “Plus I’d rather see Hamilton with you.” You smiled and Tom laughed at youre come back.

“Well, I’d rather be seeing Hamilton with you, then watching a Disney movie with Harrison and eating popcorn.”

“Well, a Disney movie sounds fun too.” You smiled.

“Sounds funner with you.” Tom turned to you and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Tom drove the two of you to the Victoria Palace Theater.

You scanned your tickets and the staff told you where to head.

“Royal circle A?” Your eyes went wide seeing the seats. “These must of cost a fortune!?” You looked at Tom.

“Nah” He waved his hand. “I have my ways.” He smirked and you playfully punched his arm.

“Oh wait! Before we go.” You said trying to find something in your pocket.

“What’s wrong? You forgot something?”

“Nope, I want to get something from the gift shop before there are too many people.” You smiled and Tom rolled his eyes.

After doing a credit card fight to buy your hoodie, (you managed to win, it was your hoodie after all, and he paid for these crazy expensive tickets).

You sat at your seats and looked around enjoying the decor.

“These seats are amazing, Tom.” You smiled and he smiled with you. Your eyes were shining as you looked around. You had a perfect view of the stage who was painted with so many small details that made everything look perfect.

“I haven’t been here in ages.” Tom looked around with you.

“Oh yeah, Billy Eliott was here.” You looked at him.

“Yeah. And I haven’t seen Hamilton yet.”

“You haven't?”

“Well, no”

“Well, that makes two of us” You smiled getting lost in each other's eyes for a second.

A tap on Tom’s shoulder broke the moment.

“Hi.” The two of you turned around to a shy girl who was looking at Tom amazed that she was in the same room as him and sitting just a row behind. “You’re Tom Holland right?” The girl shyly asked.

“Yeah.” Tom gave her a bright smile and you admired how he was with fans.

“I, I hope I'm not bothering you.  But could I take a picture with you? I'm a big fan...” She was so shy it made your heart melt.

“Yeah of course!”

“Want me to take it?” You asked a bright smile on your face.

“Oh yeah,” Tom replied.

The girl handed you your phone and you snapped a few pictures.

You gave her her phone back

“Here you go” You smiled and she gave you an even brighter one.

The lights dimmed and the opening song started playing. Chills ran down your body as the actors did every note perfectly. You turned to Tom who to your surprise wasn’t paying the slight attention to the show, but had his eyes glued to you.

You blushed under his stare and gave him a shy smile. You felt your hands getting closer and your fingers slowly intertwining.

The chorus of Alexender Hamilton was ringing through the whole theater your loud heartbeat matching the rhythm. Your heart felt light as both of you started leaning in almost ignoring everyone around you. You closed your eyes before closing the gap between your lips. His lips were soft and you melted into the kiss, the second verse of Alexander Hamilton feeling like mumbled faded sound.

You pulled away from the kiss and lip-synced one of your favorites sentences earning a laugh from Tom. You both smiled before turning back to the show loving every second of it.

On the other side of London was the party you were supposed to be in. The loud music and sounds of people playing beer pong rang through the city apartment. Carly and Justine were having a conversation with other people from the party.

“You got a notification.” One of the friends at the party handed Carly here phone.

“Oh, it’s tomhollandupdates.” She smiled brightly as she opened up the Instagram page.

“Tom Holland what now?”

“Tom Holland updates, it’s like an Instagram where they say where Tom Holland was spotted the lastest or like the latest news.” Your friend said while the new post loaded.

“oh my lord.”  The person laughed. “So where is he now?”

“OH, My God he’s seeing Hamilton right now!” She paused. Her eyes went wide when she realized where you were. She turned to your best friend.

“Ya pas Y/n qui est a Hamilton la!?”

“Isn’t Y/n seeing Hamilton right now!?”

Your best friend nodded while Carly let out a shriek. The other just laughed, and your Justine smirked knowing you weren't just in the same theater at him but you were actually on a date with him.

“Imagine she sees him!” She melted into the couch. “Wair what time is it?” She brought her phone to her face. “10:40 the show must be over by now, I have to text her. Omg, she might have met him ahh” she hurried to her contacts and tried to find you. Your best friend was full-on crying laughing. She understood half of the words she said, and little did Carly know you were on a date with him.

Carly barely had the time to text you when she received a notification from tomhollandupdates. She couldn’t resist clicking it and to her surprise, she saw a picture of Tom kissing a girl a few streets away from the theater.

She didn’t recognize you right away. She pouted for a minute wishing she could be the girl in the picture. And then it hit her. She zoomed in the picture and recognize your facial structure.

“No fucking way.”

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