Swedish Idioms

Få veta att man lever - Get to know that you’re alive - Getting a punishment or sconlding that is very severe and that will make you “aware that you’re alive”.

För kung och fosterland - For king and motherland - To make the biggest effort you can.

Gammal i gården - Old in the farm - to be experienced and part of something for a long time.

Glida in på en räkmacka - Slide in on a shrimp sandwich - When someone gets or succedees with something with unusual ease. Said about someone who doesn’t deseve what they’ve got because they (a) free-ride on someone elses work or (b) seem to just take to things easy without having to face any struggle. 

Gå över lik - Walk over corpses - Being ruthless in ones pursuits.

Ha en räv bakom örat - Have a fox behind the ear - Being cunning, clever and manipulative.

Inte ha alla hästar hemma -  To not have all the horses at home - Meaning that someone seems unintelligent, acting confused or simply not being all there. 

Här blir inga barn gjorda - No children are (being) made (here) - Nothing productive or that is going to lead to any results are happening. Usually used when someone leaves to indicate that they are going to do something more productive. 

Lägga benen på ryggen - Put the legs on the back - Meaning to flee as fast as possible.

Can we take a moment to appreciate Ben's face (and Max's acting) when he realises it's Pam stood in front of him cos 😭😭😭

Lets be real here

The superior Hollyoaks ships will ALWAYS be John Paul/Craig and Brendan/Ste.

There, I said it

Feel This Way

summary: rough missions lead to overdue confessions 

pairing: ethan hunt x reader

requested by @sabrinabernal

warnings: slight angst, language

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August’s eyes dont stray from the dark and deserted dirt road, not that he has any desire to observe his team anyway. The only sound filling the SUV is Benji’s soft snoring. You’re baffled at the fact that he’s able to sleep after such a screw-up mission. 

Benji was suppose to disable the security cameras for the entire building but failed to see the ones in the office that you were responsible for infiltrating. You didnt count on the four agents inside anyway, but because Benji didnt get the cameras, they had a heads up. If Ethan hadn’t come to help, you surely would have walked away with much more than a couple broken ribs. 

His eyes have been on you the entire car ride, practically burning holes into the side of your head. Of course he’s angry. You’re angry. The reason the mission failed was because the two newbies couldn’t get their shit together. If he didn’t like you before, then he really doesnt like you now, regardless of how much you like him. Not that it matters anymore. 

August pulls up by the safe house and the car had just barely stopped moving when you swing open your door and step out into the chilly night breeze. The sudden movement wakes Benji who lets out a long carefree yawn. 

You watch as Ethan gets out of the car on his own side and waves for August to go inside. Benji gets out and stands in front of Ethan, waiting for his end of the lecture. You watch the conversation begin, but turn away soon after. 

Thoughts of what Ethan has to say to you start flooding your mind. He did get somewhat beat up when he had to help save you. The office wasnt even one of Ethan’s responsibilities in the first place. Will he suspend you from field work? If he does, will it be permanent? You’re so caught up in your self-deprecating thoughts you dont hear him calling your name. You dont even know he’s in front of you until both of his hands are firmly on your shoulders. 

Ethan’s nose brushes against yours when you lift your head. You take a couple small steps back and lean against the car, hoping he doesn’t see the shade of red that now coats your cheeks. But he does, he always does. 

“Okay, lay it on me.” 

You gesture one hand out, urging him to begin the lecture, while your other hand resides against your aching ribs. Ethan notices your crutch immediately and knits his eyebrows together, a large amount of concern present. 

“Does it hurt?” 

“Im fine.” You cast your gaze to the side, ignoring his pretense.   

“I know you’re fine. You’re always fine-” he lets out an agitated sigh and closes the space between the two of you, “-I need to know if it hurts.” 

He raises one eyebrow and plants his hand against the car window, his forearm almost touching your cheek. The action makes your confidence shrivel up into a wad of nothing; shoulders hunching slightly inward and a lump forms in your throat. You give him a nod as a substitute for you lack of words. 

“S’what I thought.” He steps back, and before you can think of protesting he scoops an arm under your knees and around your shoulders to pick you up. 

No words leave your mouth as he carries you through the safe house and into the kitchen. Ethan doesnt speak either. He sets you down on the counter and begins getting an ice pack ready. 

“Why aren’t you yelling at me?” 

Your words halt his movement, and he turns around to face you. 

“And why would I do that?” He’s genuinely curious which throws everything off for you. 

“Well because.. because the mission. We failed because of me.” The last bit almost comes out as a question. Whether the question is for him or yourself is beyond you. 

Ethan looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head and suddenly you feel a little embarrassed. The same feeling you get when you confidently shout out a wrong answer in class. You feel significantly smaller as Ethan brings the ice pack over to you. 

“The mission failed because we didnt account for the four agents in the office.” 

His calloused hands graze your skin as he lifts your shirt. The bruising is atrocious; an ugly mix of black and deep purple. You suck in a breath when Ethan presses the pack to your side, not expecting it to be as cold as it is. Both of your hands hold it, still examining the discoloration. 

“Im the one that should have been prepared to take on those guys. You shouldn’t have even came to help me!” 

Ethan shoves both hands onto the counter, one on either side of you. His jaw is clenched tightly, so tight you think he might break his molars. 

“If you think for a second, that I would’ve left you in there-” he tilts his head upward, locking his eyes onto yours, “-you’re insane.” 

“But-

“Don’t! (Y/n)!” 

You jerk your head back at the change in volume, not that it was extremely loud. Admittedly, you’ve never heard Ethan speak so assertively, or even with this much concern. The intensity of his gaze makes your eyes feel dull against his. 

“Why do you care so much?” You whisper, disdain for yourself seeping from your words.  

One swift motion and his hands have moved from the counter top to your cheeks, cupping them with such a tender touch one might presume you’re made of glass. 

“Because I can’t lose you. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you. Hell, I can barely forgive myself for this.” He jabs his head in the direction of your broken ribs. 

“Ethan.”

“Because I love you, (Y/n). God I’ve loved you for so long-“ your eyes grow wide and strings begin tugging at your lips, “-and I dont know if I deserve this, or if I deserve you-“

“You do. Ethan you deserve this and so much more.” You desperately grip his hands that still cradle your face.

“All this time I thought my feelings were one-sided, but it didnt matter because as long as your were happy.. I was happy.” 

Blame it on the pent up stress and anger from earlier, but a few tears slip through your eyelids and onto your hands. Ethan presses his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut. He’s angry at himself for not confessing to you sooner. 

“Im sorry I didnt-”

You cut him off mid-sentence, pressing your lips roughly against his warm ones. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him, mumbling a sorry as he accidentally grips your side too hard. Were it not for the need to breath, this kiss could have lead to much more. 

“I love you.” You whisper, pushing out the words through your air-less lungs. 

Ethan cant help but smile, having waited so long to be able to embrace you like this. From the moment you joined his team, he knew deep down that you were going to be much more than a simple coworker. At least he hopped that you would be. Lucky him, now you are. 

Happiness Will Come To You.

when tho

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

Can You Handle It? - Part 3

August Walker AU

Pairing: Bodyguard!August Walker X Reader

Summary: August Walker is assigned to protect you, a famed scientist who has discovered a new type of drug that can mix with any virus to create a cure. For this reason the government is scared that you might be targeted by foreign governments so you are given a personal bodyguard, which you are very unhappy about. What will happen when you two are put head to head?

Warnings: Language, insinuations

A/N: Let me know if you would like to be tagged, please like, comment and reblog.

ALSO I AM BACKKKKKKKKKKK AND IT FEELS SO GOOD 

FLASHBACKS ARE IN ITALICS

Masterlist

 Gif not mine, credit to owner. Also ignore what it says but just look at what he looks like cuz dammmmm.

Previously,

Walking in you locked eyes with August and he put the bottle of water he was holding down on the counter and placed his hands flat on the counter top. “I’m sorry” you looked down at your feet fumbling with your hands. “August, I have always been in control and I have always been able to look after myself but now I feel like I can’t and I’m terrified.”  He walked over and put a gentle hand on top of yours “I’ll handle it (Y/N), I promise.”

Now,

Two days before the charity ball Erica had come over along with a man who had identified himself as Alan Hanley to debrief you. The way the people around the room were situated was intimidating you. You were sitting alone on the sofa with August standing next to the sofa so you could see him out of the corner of your eye over your shoulder. Erica and Alan were sitting across from you and there were agents dispersed around your apartment and it was safe to assume that there were probably agents on your street as well.

On your coffee table, that was usually covered in your papers, was a huge floor plan of the banquet hall where the charity ball was going to be held. Your boss, Miranda, has already been given a thorough breakdown of where guards would be situated and most important where the escape exits were with cars waiting in case all hell was to break loose. Both Erica and Alan seemed to be engrossed in a file they were both looking at, taking this opportunity you turned to look at August, studying his features. He was standing with his hands clasped behind him with his shoulders broad. Although his head was a little low, he was looking up through his eye lashes observing the other agents. You followed his gaze and your eyes fell on an agent that was looking out a window. Feeling your eyes on him, that agent turned snapped his head towards you, knitting his eyebrows. The way that the agent looked at you sent a chill up your spine and covered your arms with goose-bumps. The coldness in his icy blue eyes terrified you, it was like someone had taken the joy out of them.  You looked away, uncomfortable, and brought your attention to the map in front of you. Next to you August shuffle closer to you making you smile to yourself.

Your thoughts went back to a couple nights ago, to the night when you had first identified the man that had been following you around.

Standing in the kitchen with his hand on top of yours, you wanted nothing more than to melt into his arms. “I’ll handle it (Y/N), I promise.” His smooth voice made you believe in him and looking up you felt tears start brimming your eyes. Looking at your pained expression August’s face changed and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his strong, warm chest. Wrapping your arms around his waist you let the tears stream down your face. Feeling your body shake he pulled you even closer into his body. Finally, once you stopped shaking you pulled back and wiped your tear stained cheeks. He took your face in his big hands and brought his lips to your forehead before pulling back and looking into your eyes while still holding your face. “Do you trust me?” he whispered, nodding slowly, you felt yourself reaching up to him as you watched his head drop down towards you until your lips connected with his.

Breaking away you both stayed in that moment unsure of what to do next, until something flashed across his eyes. Stepping back he cleared his throat saying “I will see you tomorrow morning” before walking out of your house effectively ending any conversation that could have taken place.

The next morning he did not address what had happened and deciding you had bigger battles to fight, also avoided it. However, you heart couldn’t help but notice the slight changes in him. He would walk and stand a little bit closer, speak more gently and most importantly, the way he looked at you made your heart flutter and beat fast. After that day things had mellowed out but it seemed to be falling in place.

 “(Y/N)?” you were brought out of your thoughts by Erica who was holding out a file for you. Taking it and opening it to the first page you skimmed it while Alan spoke. “That is all the information that we have gathered so far on our prime suspect. It seems that he goes by many aliases but his birth name is Andrew Wright. He was born in Germany but was hired by the Soviet Union 15 years ago and has been working for the Kremlin ever since. He is their best trained agent and specializes in extracting information and getting rid of witnesses.” You looked up from the file at him in disbelief. Sensing your trepidation he attempted to resolve your anxiety “Walker is our best, you are safe with him. If we add too many agents to guard you it would throw up too many red flags. Rest assured your safety is our top priority.” And with that they all stood up walking towards the door. Erica and Alan ushered August out the door to speak to him privately leaving you behind on the sofa.

*August’s POV*

I sent a quick glance back to (Y/N) making sure she was going to be okay before turning around and following Erica and Alan out into the foyer. Coming to a stop and turning Alan dropped his voice, “Listen Walker, I put you in charge of her because I know that if it came down to it you would be able to take care of her. If it comes down to it, we have to put the greater good above one person. Are we clear?” I felt my jaw clench and my fist tighten but I couldn’t fight this right now. I jerked my head in a nod and stepped back watching everyone file out. Leaning my back against the wall across the hall from her door I looked up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. Her door to her apartment to her. After all these years in the CIA and having cut off my heart to the world behind large stone barriers she had managed to wiggle her way in and find a place. He knew what his responsibility was but now it seemed that nothing was more important than her. He felt like if it came to her or someone else he would put her above anyone and everyone else. I pushed off of the wall and over to her door twisting it open.

Walking in I felt my breath hitch in my throat when I saw her standing in front of the window, the setting sun acting like a halo around her body. Suddenly something overcame me, I didn’t know what it was or where it came from but I wanted nothing more than to hold her. Stepping inside her apartment I shut the door behind me.

Your POV

The night used to be your favourite part of the day, especially the sunset. The way that the sky became painted with so many colours never failed to amaze you. The true beauty of the universe and the world never seized to blow your mind. But after finding out about the things that lurk in the dark you went back to liking the daylight. You remembered how afraid of the dark you were when you were a kid, you would always call out to your parents if you had to go somewhere in your house. Some part of you felt like that kid again, wanting to call out to someone to help guide you in the dark.

You heard the door behind you open and close and heard August’s footsteps walking into your apartment.  He seemed to have stopped far back and part of your body became greedy and hungry for his touch. You wanted him to be the one you go to for help when you are lost in the dark and afraid. You turned and saw his eyes manoeuvring over your body, but there was pain behind them and a sense of longing. You walked over to the sofa and sat with both of your legs tucked underneath you, an arm thrown over the back of the couch with you head resting on your hand which was balled up. You smiled as he seemed to understand the non-verbal cue and walked over sitting down next to you. “Can I tell you something?” You asked. “Anything.” You chuckled at his response before telling him “One time when I was young, I was at home with my grandmother and she was asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told her that I wanted to help people, so that I would be really nice and lot’s of people would love me. She told me that that was wrong, that if I really want to help others I should but not because I want nice things to happen to me but because we should be kind people. She told me that, if we do nice things for others the universe would send good things back to you.” He chuckled then spoke “And you go create a drug that could save so many lives but now you are stuck in this mess. Turns out the universe sent back bad things.” You reached out and grabbed his hand that was in his lap, speaking barely above a whisper “I don’t agree with that. I got something great out of it.”

Without any words said he leaned over and put his hands on your waist, pulling you onto his lap hungrily connecting his lips to yours.  Pulling you into him he ran his hands up your sides, his lips left yours and began nibbling around your jawline and into your neck. You were both getting lost into each other, deeper and deeper, but a loud knock made you tumble back and trip trying to jump out of his lap. He reached out and grabbed your wrist stopping you from hitting your head on the coffee table. He got up and walked over to the door with you trailing behind him. He put his body in between you and the door and reached out and grabbed your hand while looking through the peep hole to see who was outside. You see his shoulders’ droop as the tension leaves his body. “It’s a delivery.” He swung open the door and greeted the delivery man signing the papers and taking the box from him and kicking the door shut. He walked over and put the box down on your coffee table. “I’m just going to open it to make sure it’s safe but won’t go through your stuff” you walked over and pulled out an exacto-knife from a drawer under the coffee table and handed it over “its probably my dress for the ball. They said they were going to send it after the alterations” after ensuring that that was the case he sighed and turned around. Standing tall in front of you, he reached out and took your hands in his. “Don’t worry about the ball, okay? I will make sure you will be fine.” He reached and held your face, planting a kiss on you then leaning his forehead against yours. “Because you are the greatest thing to happen to me.”

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That moment… Everyone should have this on their blog.

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS

Never even thought about this ship. It’s perfect

Harry + Ginny → parallels throughout the movies

Have you seen this movie? Because this is a great movie.

It’s literally The Tenth Doctor and Merida. YES. MERIDA AS IN BRAVE, THAT ONE DISNEY PRINCESS MOVIE.

But this is so frigging funny and you just identify with her so much and he’s at first kind of a loser but she makes him realize he has to work to get stuff and he does and she’s so awkward and sassy.

Just do yourself a favor and watch this movie, okay?

McNight flirty/sexy scenes

“I don’t know whether to thank you or punish you”

“Well, why don’t we start with the thanks and take it from there”

Return/ 2.7k/ Rated T

@happyjarryholidays  Day 4: Cold – “Let it Snow”

‘As long as you love me so…’

James doesn’t respond when the cashier asks him if he has any plans for the evening. He simply takes his bottle of whiskey from the counter, not even waiting for the receipt. He does have plans – he’s just not in the mood to make small talk about them. He’s going to listen to whatever concert or opera his favourite radio station is broadcasting tonight, drink the entirety of the bottle now clasped in his fingers, and try very hard not to wake up until this disaster of a year is finally over. It’s better than any other plan he has come up with recently.

Romeo had invited him to Prince and Lilly’s New Year party, but James had declined. While their relationship has improved since their first disastrous confrontation (Romeo is surprisingly perceptive. He’ll make a good lawyer, one day) they are nowhere near the stage where James would feel comfortable “hanging out” with a bunch of adolescents. Marine is out of town, Alfie is with his friends, and James’s work colleagues are throwing a party in their office. If he was in the mood for company he could easily tag along, but he can’t stand another evening filled with the pitying looks that have been thrown his way ever since October and all the revelations it brought with it. He is, as ever, much better off on his own.  

James’s phone buzzes and a short message from Ellie lights up the screen. He smiles at the picture of herself she has sent: a selfie from a café somewhere in Porto, drinking a hot chocolate that’s in a mug the size of her face. He probably should have gone away too. But an urgent appointment with a client had kept him in Hollyoaks – work is literally the only thing keeping him in this godforsaken place now.

Phone in hand, his thumb moves across the screen without any conscious input from his brain, and soon he is staring at Harry’s number and the record of their very last conversation on that fateful October day. This is his tenth attempt to delete the number in as many weeks. But something always stops him.

Hope tastes like bitter coffee. Like white wine that has been left out in the sun too long. Hope is the leap of his heart into his throat every time a young man with blond hair passes by him in the street. Hope is the itch against his leg when phone buzzes in his pocket.

Every single time he has to swallow down a mouthful of disappointment as he realises that Harry still hasn’t been in contact. James knows that he can’t keep this up; he’s given Harry plenty of opportunities to follow his heart. If Harry was going to choose him, he would have done it by now. Wherever he’s gone off to, James is probably the furthest thing from his mind. While that realisation had stung like a thousand paper cuts when James had first come to it, now he is simply cold all over.

Harry has been the beating heart of his universe for so long that it feels more than strange to have cut him out so suddenly. There is only a deep and gaping chasm where he used to be, and all James can do is teeter on the edge of the abyss within his soul and try not to tumble in.

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