#poor english

[daniswoso]

I hate the way I can’t hate you.

Ona Batlle x Reader.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, verbal arguments.

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When you played for Levante, you met a girl. The most perfect girl in the world, to you, at least. Ona Batlle. She was kind, caring, considerate; her eyes were brown and reminded you of quiet fall nights. Her jaw was sharp and her mousy brown hair was always tied back in a plait.

Her personality was one of the best you had ever seen. She had the ability to care so fiercely for others while also keeping a level head, she was always soft spoken and polite but also charismatic and humorous. She was possibly the most humble person you had ever met, too.

You may have been young, but you were sure as hell in love.

And you don't think you've been able to love quite right ever since she broke your heart.

You started out at Levante together, you played football together, studied for school together. You trained together, lived together, ate together, went to the gym together. You were attached at the hip. So when her departure to Manchester United was announced, it was saddening. But you made your peace with it.

You had both decided you were going to make it work. You had too.

Ona, for a long time, was the only constant in your life. Your family and home life had never been particularly stable or good. You hadn't come from riches or fame. You had to work hard to get where you were today. And you continued to.

When you first went pro, you promised yourself you weren't going to let relationships get in the way of your career, but somehow Ona managed to break down your walls and your tough facade. Simply by being her.

She was a part of your heart. So when she suddenly ended things half way into her first season at United, a part of your heart died.

She did it over text.

Text.

To say you were heartbroken was an understatement. It felt as though a piece of you had fallen away, crumbled as you read those words. The words you had hoped to never hear. The words you never thought you would hear.

And so you needed to get away, from everything Ona. From anything that reminded you of her. And that meant leaving the only other constant in your life, Levante.

Plenty of things have changed recently, you thought, what's one more?

And it was difficult, but eventually you settled into Real Madrid. Content with only seeing her at Champions League matches, or in national friendlies where you would have to play alongside her.

You were content, but never quite happy.

You had had many failed talking stages and one night stands, often random women from bars. You always left before they even got the chance to stirr awake, leaving their bed cold and empty. Although you always felt guilty after, you continued with it. It was what worked.

You didn't fall in love, you weren't sure you could. And leaving before they could wake was the best way to get away from the situation, preventing yourself from catching even the slightest hint of feeling for them. Wether it was because you were still holding out some hope she'd come back, or because you simply didn't want a relationship; you weren't sure.

You couldn't truly love anyone again. You couldn't let yourself truly love anyone again. Ona had broken you, and wether it was for the better or the worse you didn't know. But you had a strong feeling it wasn't for the better.

A piece of you left with Ona the day she broke things off. You were confused, young and alone at the time. In a way you still were, you hadn't quite shed yourself of your previous naïvety.

But you were content at Real now.

Until Ona's transfer to Barcelona was announced.

It was something Ona had always dreamed about, going back to Barcelona. She’d tell you, “That club made me. They’re my home. And I promise you one day I’ll go back, with you,”

She'd say it with a smirk so charming and sweet you couldn't resist but to play into her fantasies. You would stay up all night talking to each other about everything you would do at Barcelona, how you would revolutionise the defending line.

Obviously that fell through. You went to Real Madrid instead, and you had always told yourself it was out of the need to leave; but you're fairly convinced you did it out of spite.

You felt your newly constructed life crumble around you the day you saw the news on instagram. You knew she was going to come back to Spain eventually, just like she had always planned. But you didn't think it would be this soon. She seemed happy at United.

Just your luck though, right?

Although the feelings you experienced when you saw the news alone at home was nothing compared to what you felt when you shook hands with her and met those beautiful brown eyes you thought were in your past again.

The same soft hands that had held you after harsh losses or great wins at Levante.

You never thought you'd hear her voice again. See her more often than you had to.

That match you kept your head down and did your job. And it paid off, Madrid won 3-2. Immediately after, you left for the locker rooms. But you heard the clacking of studs behind you and immediately knew who it was.

Ona. The love of your life Ona. The one who broke up with you without an explanation and over text Ona. The girl who you met when you were just a naïve young adult and had fallen in love with, was there. Stood before you, her big brown eyes glistening with unshed tears while yours were already streaming down your cheeks.

"Y/N." Her voice cracked. You winced and more tears fell, it took everything in you to not turn into a fit of sobs and cries right there and then.

"Batlle." You replied. Your voice was harsh and cold, albeit a little shaky and a tear fell down her cheek and her lip quivered as she sniffed. You fought back the urge to reach out and wipe her tears away.

"Y/N I need to explain myself, por favor." She pleaded. You felt like a giant dick for what you said next, but you said it anyway.

"Not a fucking chance. You broke me the day you left me, Ona. And to make matters worse? You did it over text with no fucking explanation," you paused, tears streaming faster, your voice trembling. You studied her face, searching for any sign of guilt or remorse, instead you were met with the sight of her looking to the ground.

"I need an explanation. Why, Ona? Why?" You said, your voice probably sounding needy now but you couldn't care less. Your mean facade had faded now and you shakily exhaled.

"I didn't want to hold you back," She said, her voice quiet and timid, her shoulders shaking ever so slightly as she held back her sobs.

"You didn't want to hold me back?" You repeat, she nods. Your sadness was replaced with a fiery hot rage that had been burning deep within you ever since that fateful day.

"You weren't fucking holding me back Ona! You never were! We had a system! We were fine!" You yelled, she flinched but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Too overcome with rage and anger to feel anything else.

"Y/N, please trust me when I say I didn't want to, but I knew I was holding you back, you were holding out for an offer from United, or Barca. I could tell-" you cut her off

"Did you ever fucking consider I was just happy at Levante?! I was captain for fucks sakes, Ona! I didn't want to leave that! I left because of you, I needed to get away from everything you!" You yelled, tears streaming down your face as Ona tilted her head back, wiping at her eyes.

"Y/N, I was right to do what I did. I mean, look at you! You're a star player for Madrid.." her voice broke again as she gestured to your grass stained Real kit.

"Right to do what you did?!" you screamed, she tilted her head to the side and shut her eyes, her lip quivering and her breathing shaky.

"I loved you, Ona! I still fucking do! I think I always will! Could you not have at least spoken to me first? Asked me if I needed space? Rather than breaking my heart and leaving me confused and trying to pick up the pieces for years?!" your anger had faded, the rage inside you simmering down now. Your upset and disappointment replacing the fury.

"Y/N-" she was cut off by you again.

"I hated you, you know?" you got out through gritted teeth, meeting her eyes as they widen and she stifled a choked sob, "Sometimes I think I still do. I hated the way everything reminded me of you. I hate the way I can't view fall the same as I used to anymore because it reminds me of your fucking eyes. But most of all, Ona?"

She looks at you, her brows furrowed and her lips tightly pressed together as they trembled while her shoulders shook ever so subtly as she suppressed her sobs.

"I hate the way I can't ever truly hate you."

And that was all it took, she broke down, mumbling apologies. But it was too late. You had retreated into your locker room, leaving Ona's Barcelona teammates to collect her.

You needed to heal. And now you had an explanation and closure, you finally could.

And the first step in that is letting go of the thing that hurt you the most. And for you, that just so happened to be the love of your goddamn life.

But it didn't matter. You would get through it.

***

Hi! Sorry. This was very sad, I was just in an angsty kinda mood haha. Also! English is not my first language so please feel free to correct my grammar lol. Hope you're all having a good day, night or afternoon and staying hydrated.

Yours truly,

author :)

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle x y/n #barcelona femeni #real madrid femenino #writer is not english #poor english #this was taken from my wattpad #football #futbol #woso imagine #woso

[tnjl]

This fan fiction 殊途同归 is translated from the 虞弋。from the app of Lofter. I love this work so deeply that I want to share it to the Trumblr with you. English is not my first language (My English is poor) Thanks for reading !

The website of Lofter and the fan fiction work is from : https://ndyygg.lofter.com/post/1e075db2_12a1dfac

Yunmeng Clan Leader Wuxian & Yiling Patriarch Jiang wan yin.

Expected medium length, slow update, guaranteed no pits.

The end should be suzerain envy and rebirth.

But the timeline is mainly Yiling Patriarch Jiang wan ying 

Is still a Yunmeng outside the passers-by...

Noisy, porcelain cup collision, jade chip phase of the sound of percussion.

The teahouse was the same as in the past, with a loud and noisy noise, and as usual, when the storyteller rolled up his robe, his sleeves and hands, and suddenly heard the room, the voices stopped, and the storyteller cleared his voice, and the words came naturally.

"Today is the thirteenth year since the old Patriarch of Yiling died, so I would like to tell you about this old Patriarch of Yiling --" "When the old Patriarch of Yiling Jiang Wanyin stole to cultivate the ghost path, he had great powers, his mind was deceitful, and he did many evil things.

It is compared with the four major families when the family, if you say that you want to kill him, it is really difficult to go up to the sky - "" Quickly don't ask questions, then Jiang someone since so powerful, how can he eat the evil consequences?"

The storytellers show a fan cover, break the sky general end of the stand, but the voice is not reduced: "It is Jiang Wan yin his Martial  brother Wei Wuxian great justice, united the Qinghe Nie family, Gusu Lan family, Lanling Jin family, four families play this front, the mass burial mound, and later by the Wei Zong cut off the cause and effect with a sword, sent him to die -" "Ah, but never heard of which Wei leader prominent?"

"Little brother, this is ill-informed!

- The leader of Wei is the current Yunmeng Jiang family, when the old leader of Jiang clan took him to practice, the Wei grew up with the , it can be said that the friendship is from their youth, if it is not Jiang Wanyin got into the wrong way, the crime is numerous, the leader Wei in the Yunmeng Jiang  clan such a person, how can he forget the kindness and righteousness, and personally cut him in the tired casually sword?"

The storyteller folded the fan and tapped it gently on the table. The corners of his mouth lifted, revealing a smile, and continued in a loud voice......

#chengxian #mdzs #translator #translated fiction #Poor English

[dumblemonchickenwing]

extra:

#self indulgent #rouxls kaard #lesser dad #comic #low quality #poor english #It was better in my head.. #long post

[maisonnushi]

申し訳ありません、Tumblrに投稿するのが遅れました😓Sorry, I'm late posting this on Tumblr 😓

使用音声…VOICEVOX:小夜/SAYO

BGM...夢の中へ…［Into the Dream...］

#poor english #vlog #japanese vlog #musician vlog #japanese musician #japanese composer #musician #composer #m3 #m3秋 #music event #original cd #original music #ミュージシャン #作曲家 #音楽活動 #オリジナルCD #即売会 #music #透明廻廊メゾン #tkmaison #東京タワー #tokyo tower #東京 #tokyo #japan

[maisonnushiattic]

めぞんぬしはカフェがとっても好きです🥰癒される✨

maison-nushi loves the café so much 🥰 it's so soothing✨

使用音声…VOICEVOX:小夜/SAYO

BGM…夢の中へ…［Into the Dream…］

#vlog #japanese vlog #poor english #japanese #japan #musician #musician life #japanese musician #composer #japanese composer #starbucks #starbucks coffee #cafe #ミュージシャン #ミュージシャンの日常 #作曲家 #スタバ #スターバックス #カフェ #カフェ好き #original music #marimba #オリジナル曲 #マリンバ #Spotify

[oh2bloved]

#the summer heat is killing me #so i had to project it on to them #cuddling must be a nightmare in this weather.. #anne is dying #i feel like my poor english really shines trough this one lmao #amphibia #my art #amphibia sasha #sasha waybright #amphibia marcy #marcy wu #amphibia anne #anne boonchuy #sashannarcy #sasharcy #marcanne #sashanne #calamity trio

[kamigui]

Welcome Home Haunted House AU

There was a lonely soul living in an old house… until one day, the collector, Wally moved in. Wally knew the house was haunted, but house was really friendly and nice to him, so he didn’t mind it at all. Soon they became best friends.

But… something bad happened. One of Wally’s old friend betrayed him, the traitor stabbed Wally’s belly and ran away. On the verge of his death, house took Wally’s soul and made him into a ghost, but if house want to fix Wally’s body it’ll take a lot of power. So house started hurting puppets.

Finally, Wally’s body was fully recovered, but house changed its mind. House won’t let the same thing happen again. House caught some “friends” for Wally. The friends that chosen by house… In order to maintain the power, house still needs to absorb some puppet souls.

Wally will help house and trick those poor puppets. Deep down inside Wally’s heart he knew it’s wrong, but he had to obey, or his friends will be in danger. So he needed to keep finding the one who can find their bodies and set them free.

Obey house: Wally Howdy Poppy Barnaby(fake)

Don’t want to obey, scared puppets away: Sally Eddie Barnaby

Normal: Puppies: Frank Julie

#my poor English… #hope you guys can understand what I’m trying to say #welcome home #welcome home haunted house au #welcome home au #welcome home wally #wally darling #welcome home wally darling #welcome home home

[spaceinvadeeer]

language barrier

#that poor poor guy #he was told that other kid was also korean but no one told him. he speaks english #and french bc hes from montreal but todd speaks neither (yet) #hey also natural hair todd!!!!! no way hes a legit blond lmao the movie was right #my art #scott pilgrim #scott pilgram takes off #wallace wells #todd ingram #illustration #toddallace #toddallace week #art

[arson-09]

Rhysand really thinks his trauma trumps everyone elses trauma

Ofc i feel bad cause rhysand was obviously abused UtM but that doesn’t excuse the fact he 1- does shit things to other people 2- can act like since he was traumatized he is morally superior.

and i know the rhysand-ites will yap about how “he knows hes not good” or “he doesnt think that at all!” but the narrative certainly thinks so. sjm jumps through HOOPS to convince you rhysand is a great and amazing person no matter what and good god it’s annoying

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #anti rhysand #sjm #sjm critical #most annoying male lead and ive read some bad books #rhysand strikes pure anger in my heart #part of it are the literacy blind people who just believe everything they are told in the book #which i blame poor writing and the fact people didnt pay attention in english class #the curtains could be blue for a fucking reason #im tired of books that try to spoon feed you the point of the story #they try to take away the nuance and good god chill out

[soriastrider]

found some small beings without their glasses in my onenote files

alternatively, canon-compliant version:

#dirkjake #dirk strider #jake english #homestuck #my art #dirk looks so confused lol. poor little guy

[daniswoso]

Infatuation.

Alexia Putellas x Reader.

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love (sort of), poor english probably.

You and Alexia Putellas had been friends for years, you were in youth clubs together until you both arrived at Barcelona at the same time.

You were inseparable, and you hung out together all the time.

However truth be told, you used to like her. A lot. Maybe you still do, but it didn't matter. Because she would never see you in that way. It didn't matter.

So, as you laid down under the stars on a blanket on a small hill in the province of Barcelona with a bottle of whisky between you; you felt the courage rush through your system.

"I used to love you, you know?" You were fairly tipsy now, much more so than Alexia, and your words were slurred.

She chuckles, a bemused smile on her stupidly perfect face, "What do you mean used to? We're best friends, idiota! I would've thought you still did."

"No idiot, I mean love you. As in I used to have feelings for you." you say, taking a long swig of the pungent alcohol, grimacing as you feel the delightful sting of it in your throat and the warmth it brings to your stomach.

"But it's okay, I don't love you that way anymore." your words are slurred and you stare up at the sky which is freckled with the brightest stars you think you've ever seen, while the truly brightest star you've ever seen stares at your face from beside you.

Hurt writes itself into the blonde's expression, her voice shaky as she next speaks, "I didn't know you ever were."

She swallows thickly and downs a gulp of the bitter liquid before her, her brows furrowed as you hummed absentmindedly, still focused on the sky.

You thought about which stars were the brightest and which constellations reminded you of the once pink haired midfielder beside you, while she stared at your face, thinking about what could've been if you still loved her that way.

Because she really, really loved you that way.

And you didn't love her that way anymore. It was truly a case of right people wrong time. And Alexia would have to make her peace with that.

If only she knew how infatuated with her you still were.

***

A/N: short one, but hope it’s good nonetheless :)

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso soccer #futból #futbol #footy #football #writer is not english #poor english #angst #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas x y/n

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

Oh poor guy…

Jinbe just wants the literal genocide of his kingdom to stop and this is what’s goin on

#jinbe #Jinbei #one piece #anime #English dub #poor guy

[daminini]

hello simblr nation I come to you with new sim😀

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 cas #my sims #her name is Giselle and I made her instead of writing my English paper bcs I have very poor time management skills

[maisonnushi]

音楽即売会の「M3」が迫ってきたので、オリジナルCDの準備を進めています！

CD-Rで作っています😃

M3の日が楽しみ〜✨

With the music exhibition "M3" coming up, I am preparing my original CD!

It is made on CD-R 😃

Looking forward to M3 day ✨

#m3 #m3秋 #同人音楽 #即売会 #オリジナル曲 #original music #作曲 #透明廻廊メゾン #tkmaison #japanese composer #composition #composer #musician #japanese musician #ミュージシャン #poor english #sale event #japanese sale event #music #original cd #CD-R #オリジナルCD

[maisonnushiattic]

使用音声…VOICEVOX:小夜/SAYO

海へ散歩に行った日のvlogです🥰

バクマンが大好きなので、亜豆ちゃんとサイコーくんのフィギュアを持っていきました！

BGMはオリジナル曲の「夢の中へ…」です🦄

This is a vlog of the day I went for a walk in the sea 🥰

I love BAKUMAN, so I brought figures of Azuki-chan and Saiko-kun!

BGM is the original music "Into the Dream..." 🦄

#poor english #vlog #japanese vlog #japan #japanese #sea #walk #figure #figure photography #bakuman #azuki miho #mashiro moritaka #spotify #original music #marimba #healing #海 #散歩 #フィギュア #バクマン #亜豆美保 #真城最高 #オリジナル曲 #マリンバ #癒し #癒される #インスタ #instagram

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo had the exact same reaction I did to seeing the Best International Streamer nominations.

Streamer Awards Voting

#Tubbo #Streamer Awards #BRUH............ #HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE #also damn Rivers' clip I always forget she has muscles #Tubbo; a gay man: *no reaction* #Chat: *loses their damn mind* #Poor Rivers I feel like most English viewers don't know her as well as the others