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SKAM ESPAÑA TRANSLATIONS - Masterpost

Hey (AGAIN 🙄) I don’t know what happened but the last one got deleted so I’m doing it again! I’m sorry if you reblog this already last time!

Since YouTube won’t allow people to add subs to videos anymore, my friend and I decided to translate the last season of skam españa. We’ll be uploading here transcripts, subbed clips and the full episodes once they are out as quickly as we possibly can.

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Translations by @melodramanumber1stan & me 💛

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Lads Lee is 😍😍😍

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I can hear him through this gif 😂

Somebody come get this man, I think he got lost in my DM’s.

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Maybe chicken pasta can be our Always.

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I felt this on a deep level

Parents be like that’s my emotional support eldest daughter

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70+ robron fics to celebrate fic writer appreciation day!

thank you to every single one of you who write for our much loved ship! you’re all incredible and we appreciate you every single day! here’s some of our favourites over the years: 

aus:

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asking the moon to stay by bugmadoo/@josephtate

(all his life prince robert had known that one day he would have to follow in his father’s footsteps and become king of emmerdale. what he never expected was that he would have a secret love affair with the court’s mechanic aaron dingle. royalty au. complete. 32k.)

we’ll always have the moon by notforonesecond/@notforonesecond

(while working through his deployment for the british army, aaron dingle unsuspectingly meets the love of his life at a bar one night in the form of robert sugden. navigating through war, love, heartbreak, and tears they build their relationship, communicating through handwritten letters. cut after they’ve built a life and a family together, is aaron willing to sacrifice it all for his country? army au. complete. 87k.)

the hardest science by jentacular

(robert sugden has had aaron livesy erased from his memory. please never mention their relationship to him again.thank you. fantasy au. complete. 230k.)

cause we’re lovers, and that is a fact by dinglesugdendinglesugden/@prettyboysugden

(the 1980’s- a time of music, love and pride. robert and aaron have to hide their relationship, but will something tear them apart? 80′s au. complete. 17k.)

from the moment we touched by lovesnarf/@snarfettelove​

(needing to let off some steam after a stressful day at work, robert (a ruthless businessman) picks up a prostitute on his way back to his penthouse apartment. but one night with aaron isn’t enough and robert’s got a hell of a week coming up; he offers aaron the opportunity of a lifetime - stay (and get paid) for the whole week. aaron can’t resist, and robert’s pretty fit after all, so he agrees to the deal. they just aren’t supposed to let feelings get in the way of their ‘arrangement’. pretty woman au. complete. 42k.)

fickle fortune by robron_til_the_end/@robron-til-the-end

(robert sugden moves back to emmerdale after ten years away, now rich and famous. he wants to reconnect with his sister and his home, but finds himself hung up on a certain mechanic instead. fame au. complete. 90k.)

sounds of silence by some_mad_lunge/@some-mad-lunge

(DCI robert sugden has spent the better part of a year chasing a serial killer he cannot identify. PI aaron dingle has just cracked a 15 year cold case and is fighting his instant fame. thrown together, they form a partnership that leads thlm closer to finally solving the mystery. and to each other. police au. complete. 33k.)

you really got me bad by escapingreality51/@escapingreality51

(robert loses his job and is forced to get a roommate. however, when aaron dingle rocks up on his doorstep, robert’s ability to say no quickly disappears. roomates au. complete. 12k.)

the primary colours by littlelooneyluna/@littlelooneyluna

(robert’s job is to track down a fugitive, becoming a school teacher in the process just so happens to be the case this time around. police au. complete. 143k.)

the journey by tenpercentbatteryremaining

(aaron and robert meet on the eurostar from paris to london. and then again on the train from london to leeds. and then again on the bus from leeds to emmerdale. and then finally… alternative meeting au. complete. 7k.)

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reblog if you would be fine sharing a restroom with a transgender person

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This is absolutely stunning I have goosebumps 💫

Kind of gives you chills .

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fic: have yourself a merry little christmas

robert decided to perform his very own christmas miracle and actually go home to emmerdale for christmas for the first time since he left in a blaze of glory. except, well - diane’s given his room away to chas’ stupidly gorgeous son, hasn’t she?

a ‘there’s only one bed’ silliness with a christmas twist, for @ letthebluerain. merry merry christmas emma, i hope you have a wonderful one, and an even better 2019! love, your secret santa.

It was cliché, really, but you could feel a difference in the air when you got back up North, Robert decided. There was something crisper, about the air as he stepped out of the taxi, something colder, fresher about it.

Or maybe – maybe that was the part of him who remembered Emmerdale, and Yorkshire, with a bit more fondness now he’d been gone for as long as he had. Robert had left the village at eighteen, and he hadn’t been back since, and mostly by choice.

The first year, it had been because Jack hadn’t wanted him back. Robert’s father had made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that Robert wasn’t to set foot on the farm that summer. Jack, he hadn’t been overly impressed with Robert’s choice of career (“you’re not going to make a life out of drawing them stupid pictures, Robert”) and a dramatic relationship, and breakup with Max King before Robert had left for university in a blaze of glory had been the final straw.

He could have come back when Jack had died, Robert supposed. He could have, and he nearly had, he’d made it right to the edge of the graveyard, watching the funeral from afar, watching Andy weep at his graveside, ever the devoted son, even when Robert wasn’t there. But then, well, he’d turned right around, and he’d gone right back to Reading, stumbling in the door of his university house gone midnight, his housemates plying him with beer and takeout, the only family he needed, really.

But that was then.

Robert had gotten a call from Diane, an apologetic one, he had to admit, one asking him to come home and spend Christmas with his family, just for once – after all these years.

All these years.

Sometimes, Robert didn’t realise how long it had actually been, since he’d left. Time flies, when you don’t have to live with your homophobic father who manages to hate you enough that he gets mad that you’ve actually upped and gone to university.

But that was beside the point.

The point was the air, and the air felt different, but familiar all at once – crisp, and fresh, and reminiscent of all those early mornings he’d spent out in the fields with his dad, and Andy, keeping the farm ticking over.

Robert couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at himself as he felt an almost fond tug at his heart, thinking of those summer mornings. Hindsight – hindsight was clouding his judgement, Robert decided, and making him forget why he’d gone to university over two hundred miles away in the first place.

No, he was back for Victoria, because he’d missed out on so many years with her already. It’s not as if they didn’t talk, they talked, of course – they even Skyped, once a week, every two weeks, depending on how busy they both were, and Robert sent her postcards and trinkets from every place he visited, Victoria delighted with her mini-map of Robert’s Erasmus she’d gotten by the end of that semester, getting postcards, and bracelets, and German sweets as often as Robert’s money would allow it.

But he hadn’t seen her, not in person, not since the morning he’d left, a black eye blooming where Jack had smacked him one, upon finding Max in Robert’s bed (he’d gotten reckless, and angry, and he was eighteen years old with a point to prove, alright?) and a suitcase in hand, determined to never ever come back again.

He almost hadn’t come back this time.

Robert had told Diane no, that he was going to be spending Christmas with friends, as he had done the last two years, his overly kind best mate from halls in first year making a point of bringing Robert back to the perfectly non-descript suburb that he’d grown up in, an hour outside London, anonymous, and simple, and everything Robert had craved as a teenager.

Emmerdale had always been suffocating, the kind of place where everyone knew your name, and every other tiny detail of your life. The kind of place where rumours had flown for months around school, after Robert had been seen with a hand down a mystery boys trousers, the kind of place where everyone felt like they were entitled to an opinion on Robert’s life, on who he shagged, on where he worked.

Jack never had to deal with that, living in a two up, two down, terraced house, where every house looked the same, where no-one made the effort to talk to each other, not more than a simple hello anyway.

Robert could feel his skin start to crawl, as he looked around the village, remembering all the reasons he left all at the same time.

It wasn’t too late to run, he supposed.

It wouldn’t take an outrageously long time for the taxi to come back, and he could catch the last train down to London. Jack was so stupidly nice he’d probably drive in and collect Robert from the station, and before Christmas Eve was over, he could be sitting with a mulled wine in hand, chatting to Jack’s grandmother, the elderly lady telling him all sorts of stories about the life she used to have in central London, a life that sounded far more exciting than her neat cardigans and fluffy socks would imply.

He could definitely run.

Robert wanted to run.

“Robert?”

And now he definitely couldn’t run.

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Forever my fave ❤️

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REBLOG IF YOU'RE A QUEEN FAN

I don’t care if you’re a huge fan or a kinda fan or a new fan, just do it. I wanna see something.

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I love this so much 👏🏻 can’t wait to see how the trial goes 😂

Jungle Love chapter 2! Up NOW!

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I have an intense urge to write a Robron I’m a Celeb au

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Ok I am definitely making too much out of this but I can’t stop thinking about the scene in Bohemian Rhapsody where (spoilers I guess?) Freddie tells the group he has AIDS. And I know this scene was fictionalized for the movie, Freddie didn’t get his diagnosis until well after Live Aid and didn’t really tell the group until a little after that, I know. But I have to wonder how much thought was put into the scene with the historical context in mind. 

Yes, it’s so heartwrenching to see them react to this news not the least because, at the time, AIDS was a death sentence; but what really gets me is the group hug at the end of the scene. Because guys. AIDS was super stigmatized. And I don’t just mean if you had it you were labeled as gay or a drug addict (that too though), I mean in 1985 they didn’t really have a solid idea how it was passed around. If someone had AIDS and it became public knowledge, that person was instantly a leper. 

Princess Diana made leaps and bounds of progress towards acceptance of AIDS patients by literally just shaking their hands and that was in 1987. And the fact that Freddie has just told these three men that he has this horrific disease and not a one of them hesitates to hug him is just so…I don’t have the words. And I don’t know if that scene was written by someone who knew exactly what they were doing or someone who didn’t know at all the implications of that hug but for me, that moment says more about the love the band had for each other than any other scene. 

And while that may not have actually happened exactly that way in real life, in a way it did. Because we see the band pulling together for Freddie at the time; none of them shy away from him physically in videos, not a single one deserted him over it, they refused to betray him to the press, and they continue to defend him even today. And I am fiercely proud to call myself a Queen fan because of it.

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What a fucking masterpiece bohemian rapacity was 👏🏻👏🏻 unbelievable from start to finish!

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anyone else fucking LOVE BEING IN BED???