Hey everyone you should watch Las Chicas Del Cable (cable girls) it’s on netflix and it’s set in Spain in the 1920’s, and not only the leading characters are women, they are feminists and suffragists. And plus it has a polyamorous relationship between one of the protagonists, an important suffragist women, and a feminist man.
Words in Spanish that look very similar to English words but have different meanings! (:
colegio ≠ college → colegio = (private) school - Voy al colegio todos los días. = I go to school every day. - ¿Cómo te fue hoy en el colegio? = How was school today? college = universidad; facultad - Estudié derecho en la universidad. = I studied law at college. - Estudio en la facultad de arte. = I study at Art College.
embarazada ≠ embarrassed → embarazada = pregnant - Mi hermana está embarazada. = My sister is pregnant. embarrassed = avergonzado/a(s) - No tienes que sentirte avergonzado. = You don’t have to feel embarrassed. - Lo siento, estoy muy avergonzada. = I’m sorry, I’m so embarrassed.
éxito ≠ exit → éxito = success - El proyecto fue todo un éxito. = The project was such a success. - The deseo mucho éxito. = I wish you a lot of success. exit = salida - La salida es por allá. = The exit is over there. - Disculpe, ¿dónde está la salida? = Excuse me, where is the exit?
fábrica ≠ fabric → fábrica = factory - Charlie y la fábrica de chocolate. = Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. - Mi padre trabaja en una fábrica. = My father works in a factory. fabric = tela - Es sólo un pedazo de tela. = It’s just a piece of fabric. - No me gusta la tela de este vestido. = I don’t like this dress fabric.
grabar ≠ to grab → grabar = to record - Esta llamada será grabada. = This call will be recorded. - Voy a grabar un video con mis amigos. = I’ll record a video with my friends. to grab = agarrar, coger (España) - Agarra todas las frutas que quieras. = Grab all the fruits you want. - Me agarró de la mano. = She/He grabbed my hand.
grosería ≠ grocery → grosería = rudeness, swear word - No voy a tolerar tus groserías. = I won’t tolerate your rudeness(coarseness) - No digas groserías. = Don’t swear (Don’t say bad words) grocery = abarrotes, despensa - Voy a la tienda de abarrotes / la tiendita. = I’m going to the grocery store. - Tengo que comprar la despensa. = I’ve to buy groceries.
introducir ≠ introduce → introducir = to insert, to put into, to introduce (sth) - Introduce la llave en la cerradura. = Insert the key into the lock. - La empresa introdujo dos nuevos productos. = The company introduced two new products. introduce (someone) = presentar(se) - Madre, tepresento a mi novia Laura. = Mother, here’s my girlfriend Laura (I introduceyou to my girlfriend Laura.) -¿Puedes presentarte a la clase? = Can you introduceyourself to the class?
letra ≠ letter (send a letter) → letra = letter (writing, alphabet) - ¿Cuántas letras tiene la palabra “casa”? = How many letters does the word “casa” have? - ¿Qué letra es ésta? = What’s this letter? letter (send) = carta - Te escribí una carta con mucho cariño. = I wrote you a letter with a lot of love(affection). - Quiero enviar una carta a mi padre. = I want to send a letter to my father.
librería ≠ library → librería = book store - Voy a comprar libros a la librería. = I’m going to buy books at the book store. - ¿Dónde hay una librería por aquí? = Where’s a book store around here? library = biblioteca - Renté este libro de la biblioteca. = I rented this book from the library. - Ella pasa horas leyendo en la biblioteca. = She spends hours reading at the library.
molestar ≠ to molest → molestar = to bother, disturb, annoy - Deja de molestarme. = Stop bothering me. - Cuando estoy estudiando cualquier ruido me molesta. = When I’m studying every noise annoys me. to molest = abusar/acosar sexualmente - Ese hombre trató de abusar sexualmente de esa chica. = That man tried to molest that girl.
realizar ≠ to realize → realizar = to perform, to achieve - El científico realizó un experimento en su laboratorio. = The scientist performed an experiment in his laboratory. - Él realizó su sueño de ser actor. = He achieved his dream of becoming an actor. to realize = darse cuenta - Por fin te distecuenta. = You finally realized (found out). - Me di cuenta de que me estaba mintiendo. = I found out he was lying to me.
soportar ≠ to support → soportar = to bear, to tolerate, to put up with - Ya no lo soporto. = I can’t stand it (bear it) any more. - Esta silla puede soportar mucho peso. = This chair can bear a lot of weight. to support = apoyar - Las empresas debería apoyar este proyecto. = Companies should support this project. - Yo apoyo económicamente a mi familia. = I economically support my family.
Another Markiplier and Darkiplier fic. I don’t think I’ve written these two together yet.
Fic request: Can I
request A fic about dark but the reader is able to like pull mark back from
being dark or something like that? Pretty pleaseeee?
Hope you enjoy!
The house suddenly felt cold. Not chilling, or freezing, but just enough of a drop in temperature to seem different. You looked up from what you were doing. Already the pressure in the air buzzed, the lights becoming darker, your vision blurring a little. You concentrated on your surroundings. Noting the couch, the framed pictures, counting your breaths and feeling the carpet under your feet. Anything to keep your mind centered on your reality. When you felt you were able to move, you started your search. You dared not break the heavy silence in the house. The stairs warped beneath your feet. Your balance becoming unsteady as you climbed towards the bedroom. Stay away. A voice rumbled in your mind. You found him in his bedroom, facing the mirrored doors of his wardrobe. His refection flickered between the two men. Mark, his eyes pleading and lips frozen in a silent cry. Then Dark, his gaze cold and mouth curled in a wicked smile. “Mark,” You said as you stepped into the room. “Mark it’s (Y/N).” Dark’s head twitched and he rolled his shoulders. “Get out, rodent. You are not needed here.” “Mark, come on, don’t let him win again.” You continued, crossing the room and placing a hand on his shoulder. “DO NOT TOUCH ME!” Dark roared, his hand lashing out and catching your hand before it made contact. The room shook, the pressure building around you. Dark held your wrist with an iron grasp. Painfully squeezing the bones as he glared down at you, teeth bared in a snarl. You held his gaze, squaring your shoulders and raising your voice over the ringing in your ears. “Mark! Don’t you dare let him win! Think about what will happen. You’re fans, your friends. Me! You can beat him, Mark!” “Keep that filthy tongue between those teeth,” Dark hissed, the grip on your wrist tightening to the point of snapping. You groaned, but reached up with your free hand. Dark went to slap it away, but his hand did something else. It held yours against his cheek. His dark eyes dulling to a soft brown. But as Dark’s anger grew, the colour was swallowed by black. “No. I won’t let him come back,” Dark growled. But the hand holding yours squeezed gently. “Mark, focus on me. Focus on our memories.” You told the man inside. “Remember when we took Chica to the park, the day after that storm. And she got all muddy and disgusting?” A chuckle rippled from Dark. A sweet sound, Mark’s chuckle. “She wouldn’t stop leaving paw-prints on your jeans.” “SToP It!” Dark howled. He twisted your arm, “I’ll break you! I’ll destr-” “Then you slipped over and you got all muddy!” You grimaced against the pain, keeping your voice gentle. “You dragged me down with you. And we had a mud fight!” Dark’s head snapped to the right, left, his throat bulging with the scream of frustration.
Then Dark disappeared, leaving Mark panting, wincing in pain as the other half crawled back into his mind. Groaning, Mark stumbled and you took his arm, leading him to the bed. He collapsed onto the mattress, completely drained of energy. “T-Thank you,” He said. “I honestly didn’t think I’d come back this time.” You pushed back a strand of hair from his eyes, “You always think that. And yet I still bring you back.” Mark wasn’t listening, his attention was on your wrist. Already, ugly bruises were forming where Dark had held you. You admitted to yourself it was painful, but you smiled, reassuringly at Mark. “It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt.” You said. Mark couldn’t bring himself to look up at you. “I’m sorry.” “Mark, seriously it’s fine.” You told him. You hugged him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m no match for him.” Somewhere in Mark’s mind, an angry voice echoed in the void. “We’ll see”
Summary: When the reader’s best friend moves to the other side of the country, they certainly never expected to bump into him two years later.
Pairing(s): Ethan x Reader
Warnings: None! I was a pure bean for once.
A/N: It took me a looong time to get round to writing this, but here it is. In this the reader is from Maine like Ethan so I apologise to everyone that lives elsewhere (that’s gotta be, like, the majority of y’all, right?). Flashbacks/memories are in italics.
The strong scent of coffee hit you instantly as you stepped into the café. You ordered your usual, popping your headphones into your ears as you received the paper cup and stepped back outside into the street. It was a bright and sunny day, something you were still getting used to since you had only moved from Maine a couple of months ago.
You couldn’t help but feel a little homesick as your mind wandered back to your family and friends that were currently on the opposite side of America. All of your dreams had come true when you were accepted into an elite college in Los Angeles, a place you had always longed to see. You sighed as you thought back to when Ethan Nestor was in your life. You had grown up together, your entire lives you were practically joined at the hip. Everyone would comment on how close you were and that, some day, you would wind up married. He was your rock, your soulmate. Nothing could separate the two of you.
Five years ago
“That’s no fair, you cheated!” Ethan panted as he reached the bench you were sprawled across.
“You said it was a race, you never specified when said race started.” You laughed at him, patting the seat next to you.
“God damn you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He grumbled, collapsing onto the bench and resting an arm over the back of it. You instinctively manoeuvred yourself into his side and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
The two of you sat in silence for a while, watching the sun set over the horizon, before Ethan stood up and suggested you start walking back home.
“Stay round mine for the night,” you offered. “You know you’re welcome to.”
“That’s just what we need, more evidence suggesting we’re dating.” He joked, removing his jacket and throwing it around your frame to protect you from the cold.
“Well, can you blame everyone for thinking it?” You teased.
“As if I’d ever date you, you’re gross.”
“I’m gross? At least I don’t have cooties.”
“Real mature, Y/N. The day I date you is the day Hell freezes over.”
“I’d rather shave my head than date you.” You laughed, prodding him in the ribs playfully.
“Tell you what, if we end up dating then we can shave our heads together.”
“Nah,” you said, running your fingers through his thick, brown hair. “I like your hair too much. Why don’t you dye it instead?”
He grinned and nodded in agreement. “What colour should I dye it?”
You shrugged, thinking of his favourite colour. “How about blue?”
“You have yourself a deal,” he said, shaking your hand. “When we start dating I will dye my hair and you’ll shave yours off.”
“I think you mean if we start dating, Ethan.”
“Yeah, sure, if.”
You mentally cursed as the image of your old best friend found its way into your brain. You had managed to avoid thinking about him ever since he had left you. That selfish, arrogant bastard. He had moved away with little explanation, leaving you all alone and wondering why you weren’t good enough for him. It had been almost two years now since you had last spoken and you had given up all hope on him tracking you down and apologising like you had hoped.
Suddenly. everything around you reminded you of him. The song playing on your phone described how you felt about him; the sky was his favourite shade of blue; the drink you were holding was the same one that he used to make you every morning.
You needed to get this boy off your mind, fast.
Rounding a corner, you found yourself at a large park that you had discovered about a week back. It was the ideal spot to sit and watch the world go by, especially when you had a good playlist and a delicious drink. The song ‘Fergalicious’ came on and you felt a bitter-sweet pang of pain in your heart. You were there when Ethan recorded himself lip-syncing to it all those years ago and from then on you would use it to wind him up. Hurriedly, you skipped the song, allowing yourself to relax slightly when it was no longer playing.
Your eyes wandered over to a yellow Lab, happily trotting alongside a group of men. Two were making large gestures with their arms and having a conversation as another recorded it, the camera on his shoulder blocking his face. The dog watched them warily and you could hear them talk to it before erupting into laughter. You couldn’t help but smile as the dog’s tail started wagging excitedly at the sound of its owners’ happiness. Ethan loved dogs too.
You groaned, finding it impossible not to think of him now. It was like the floodgates had opened and every suppressed emotion and thought were now crashing through in one massive tidal wave, flooding your senses and consuming your mind.
Two years ago
The sound of someone knocking on your door echoed through your house. Beaming at the person on the other side of it once you opened it, you stepped to one side to let them in.
“Ethan, hi. I didn’t know you were coming round today.” You greeted him, leading him to the couch in the living room before sitting next to him.
“Actually, I have news,” he announced. “I can’t stay too long, I need to pack.”
“Going on holiday?” You asked, surprised neither he - nor his family - had told you.
Ethan fiddled with his fingers, twiddling his thumbs and cracking his knuckles. “Not exactly.” You waited patiently for him to elaborate before he took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N, I don’t want to make things awkward between us, but there’s something I need to get off my chest. I just hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship.”
“There’s nothing to worry about,” you reassured him, holding one of his hands in your own. “Ethan, you’re my best friend, you can tell me anything.”
“Y/N, I love you.” He blurted out. His cheeks turned pink and he dropped his gaze.
“Well, yeah, I love you too, doofus.” You joked, a little confused.
“No - I mean - more than a friend.” He explained.
“Wait, what?” You said weakly, not quite taking it all in yet.
“Y/N, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. You’re everything to me, I can’t imagine my life without you. That’s why this is going to be really difficult…”
You stared at him in shock as he trailed off. Never had you thought that he would harbour romantic feelings for you, let alone declare his love for you like this. You felt your face light up, you were overjoyed with happiness.
And that’s when he spoke again.
“I’m moving to California.”
Your face fell in disbelief as you struggled to find the right response.
“W-what?” You finally managed to stammer out.
Ethan spoke quickly, as if he was worried he might change his mind if he stopped talking for even a second. “Tomorrow. I’m leaving Maine and moving to California. My friends from YouTube invited me to work with them and it’s an offer I can’t say no to. I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was scared you would try and stop me. I don’t want to leave you, but you have to understand that this is the opportunity of a lifetime. And I don’t want my feelings for you to get in the way of me finally getting what I want in life. So, this is me getting everything off my chest and… and saying goodbye.”
When he was finished talking he just watched you, waiting for your reaction. You were overcome with emotions as everything clicked in your head, your best friend reciprocated your love for him, but he was leaving you. He didn’t want to tell you in case it hurt you, but he also didn’t trust you enough to let him achieve his dreams. You looked into his stormy green-blue eyes and saw nothing but anguish.
“Ethan, I would never try to get in the way of your goals, and if you don’t know that by now then you clearly don’t know me as well as you think.” Your voice wobbled slightly and you tried to keep a straight face.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I meant- I just meant that if you had tried to convince me to stay then I would’ve. But I need to put this job first, I can’t have someone tying me down.” He stopped when he realised what he had said. “Wait, no, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t-”
“Get out.” You hissed, cutting him off.
Ethan’s face paled, his eyes wide. “No, Y/N, please-”
“I said get out.” You said sternly. You stood up pointed to the door.
He walked away, tears threatening to spill onto his face as he watched you open the door for him. “Y/N-”
“I hope you find what you’re looking for in California,” you told him, going to slam the door on him.
“Wait,” he called, leaning against it with one arm. “Before I go, I have to know. Do you love me too?”
You clenched your jaw and stared him straight in the eye. “Goodbye, Ethan.” You pushed him outside and let the tears fall silently as the latch clicked behind him, removing him from your life forever.
Something warm and wet hit your hand and you opened your eyes in surprise, half expecting it to be tears. Instead, you found yourself face to face with the Labrador, who was now licking your palm and nuzzling her nose into your fingers.
“Well, hey there, gorgeous.” You cooed, petting her gently and cracking a small smile when she barked in response. “What’s your name?”
“That’s Chica,” a deep voice said, making you jump. You looked up and saw one of the men from before watching you. He had dark hair and kind eyes. “I’m sorry if she’s bothering you, she ran off before we could put her back on her leash.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble. She just wanted to say hello.” You replied, returning your gaze to Chica, her big, brown eyes staring up at you and her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.
“Well, say goodbye to the nice person, Chica, it’s time to go home.” The man said. You gathered your things and went to head off yourself when the other two men walked over to the three of you.
“You ready to go, Mark?” The taller of the pair asked. The first man said something in reply, but you were too distracted to hear it.
The last man was staring at you, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide with shock. His bright blue hair was different, yet a familiar shade. The same colour that he loved so much.
“Ethan?” You asked quietly, not sure whether to trust your instinct.
“Y/N.” He said, his voice cracking as tears started flowing down his face.
“Ethan!” You ran towards him and he met you halfway, pulling you into a tight hug and twirling you around.
“Y/N!” He cried, collapsing onto the floor, you still in his arms as you sobbed. “I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.”
“I am too. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You whispered, clinging to him for dear life, as if you were afraid you would lose him again if you let go.
“I wanted to call you but I was so scared you wouldn’t want to be friends after what happened. Not a day’s passed that I don’t regret what happened.” He told you, cradling you gently as his tears fell on the top of your head.
“Ethan,” you managed to choke out between sobs. “I love you too.” You felt him stiffen before he hugged you even harder and kissed your forehead.
“I love you,” He repeated. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Hey, uh, guys?” Mark called awkwardly. “I hate to interrupt, but what the heck is going on here?”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on here,” Ethan replied, scrambling to stand up and pulling you up behind him. “Y/N here has to shave their head.”