#(it’s my mother tongue)

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

I wonder what Gojo sounds like when he’s getting £&@?%|£);;(🔞

Also Geto when Gojo ea- oops! I meant when he @/(|~<£&&(£@🚫

My tongue almost slipped here

[konjacjellysoup]

Southeast-asian chinese miku but she’s a 4th gen immigrant who’s never gotten to try hanfu on in her life because we only have cheongsams here,,,

i’m also part peranakan so heres peranakan miku

[metamorphesque]

Lately, not a single day has passed without the Armenian phrase "cavd tanem" [ցավդ տանեմ], directly translating to "Let me take away your pain", crossing my mind. A phrase filled with such deep devotion and yet, it's uttered daily and graces simple everyday conversations. In a sentence, it simply replaces the name of the addressee.

"Vonc es, cavd tanem?" - "How are you, [let me take your pain away]?"

"Cavd tanem, jur kberes?" - "[Let me take away your pain], could you bring me a glass of water?"

Such abundance of love that miniature rivers of it effortlessly flow into the most pedestrian pathways!

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

STOP calling his little barrel a cuck chair it's NOT a cuck chair my best friend Christos confirmed Hodge CHOSE to sit separate from the nasty little mutineers so he could look at them DISRESPECTFULLY. if anything this is his FUJOSHI THRONE

[bleeding-seraphic]

here have a nonsense doodle I don’t even remember drawing

[zevanthsnecromancy]

Seras you absolute muppet head.

[mobroccoli]

[joycemessier]

the song Isobel The Washer Woman sings in flavor text is Suliram, a lovely old lullaby originating from Riau, Indonesia.

[vaguely-concerned]

on this reread of gideon the ninth I am picking up on the frankly hilarious background thread that naberius genuinely seems to want to be buddies with colum asht, in his third house mean girl kind of way. and colum seems to count this as a genuinely painful event amidst a life defined by suffering fhdskjsha

(they're seated next to each other at magnus and abigail's party and naberius keeps trying to drag colum back into conversation (by telling him he's wrong of course) while colum mostly suffers in silence and tries to eat his dinner, and before the duel that was supposed to happen between the eight and the seventh naberius invites himself along to the walk there chattering the whole time and it makes colum, and I quote, 'look like he wished he were deaf'. how hard do you have to work at it to be insufferable to a guy who hangs around silas all day long. can colum ever catch a break. can we just see him have a chill time for like two minutes in alecto the ninth. maybe have a drink with a little umbrella in it. I realize I hope for too much but has he not suffered enough? his day job was basically to go to day trips to hell already, of all the people who could end up stuck in there he's deserved it the least let's fish him out before the series ends huh)

[sableeira]

there is something about magic systems that borrow from a specific craft that makes them so special. Maybe it’s because they feel more tangible and it’s very easy to get swept away by the passion for the craft that is clearly written on every page.

Whether it’s the art based magic system in Witch Hat Atelier. Or the translation based magic system in Babel. Or the alchemy/chemistry based magic system in Fullmetal Alchemist.

The relation to a specific craft makes the characters passion for their magic feel so personal and relatable. Because there is magic in art, in translation, in chemistry and any other craft that people partake in. The magic system becomes a love letter towards creation and everyone who creates and there is nothing world building wise that could be more charming.

[5mary5]

I have this little headcanon cause i was reading the comic of obey me and we as mc have been given the neutral name zephyr in the very early chapters since we are a sheep and all and they want to make it inclusive since the name itself is gender neutral but I was thinking that let's say one day the curse is solved and sheep!mc gets their body back but the characters continue calling mc zephyr, what if one day someone (probably a side or secondary character) brings up the fact that "hey you know what? Your face doesn't really scream zephyr" and mc is like "yeah that's because that is not my actual given name, my actual name is ________" and the characters are like "😱😱😱" I mean they did know that this wasn't their real name since they gave it to them cause they can't just call them human and all but it's still shocking to hear it coming out of their own mouth, they would also probably coo when mc tells them their birth name because it means they learn more about their favorite person, well I mean they would coo at everything mc does regardless so-

[fairy-verse]

“Killer.”

The call of his name had been so soft and sweet he hadn’t believed it possible to come from Nightmare himself, least of all on such a bright day as the firstborn fairy of autumn rarely wished to come out during daybreak, and yet as he turned towards the great tree which gave Nightmare’s underground nest its structure, he came to see the firstborn sitting upon a raised root.

Stars and wishes alike, he couldn’t prevent his face from slackening as awe and disbelief painted itself across his whole skull. Nightmare had always been beautiful, from the moment he laid his hidden eye lights upon him, and long before that as well, but now, as he stared in shameless wonder, he couldn’t even begin to set words upon the emotions that racked and destroyed his soul from within. Clad in near-transparent silks of shimmering iridescent colours, Killer took in the sight before him, wishing he could permanently burn it into his wings so he may look upon it over and over again.

Nightmare smiled, a soft blush of colour blooming across his cheekbones.

Killer had a visible reaction to it; his soul nearly curved across his chest.

“Months of courting and unabashed flirting, and a simple dress and a smile leaves you at a loss for words?” Nightmare questioned, clearly taking a lot of pleasure from the current situation at hand. It wasn’t often he managed to render his ever-chattering fairy silent, but now, as Killer stared with open admiration, Nightmare found himself enjoying it; immensely.

Killer couldn’t let that taunt linger in the air.

“Simple? Why, my queen; the silver moon in my darkened sky, there is nothing that could ever be simple about you,” he said, regaining his composure as he approached and knelt before Nightmare. He took the hanging silks into his hand, keeping eye contact with his queen, and kissed it tenderly. “Don’t judge me so heavily for admiring the only light in my everlasting night.”

Nightmare’s blush darkened and he turned his head to the side. “Flatterer,” he said, though his voice lacked any bite. Killer had struck a tender spot, one that was easily softened under his warm caress.

“Only for you, my queen.”

Thank you once again, @aoi-kanna, for making my fairy Nightmare stunning beyond words. I just love how he seems so flirty in this illustration, but really, he must steal Killer’s words from his mouth every now and then. He cannot allow his handsome red fairy to fly around unpunished for all his brazen proclamations of love and devotion. Killer, for his part, will for once keep his mouth shut about this so-called punishment. How could he ever complain about this?

[theriverbeyond]

is anyone gonna match my freak (i think John Gaius should smoke a bowl with the traitor Baru Cormerant)

[kdwg]

Medicine Pocket x Reader : “Isn't it good to be a dog?”

i wrote this at 1.4 China sever, I know Medicine Pocket here might be ooc, i didnt know Chinese, everything i knew abt Medipoc through using ggl translate their story. MediPoc in my fic using he/him pronouns (in game Medicine Pocket said i can call whatever pronouns i want for him so...)

---English Version---

Medicine Pocket finds you very annoying. He doesn't know if it's because of all the drugs he's taken recently, making your baseless babbling deafening. “Like a fly”, that's what Medicine Pocket bluntly told you, unfortunately you didn't even bother and continued to cling to him like a horseshoe crab.

Today is even more so, Medicine Pocket is almost drowning in a sea of ​​reports, dense numbers filling the mind, and even reprimands and reminders from sources above, even, one must say, Medicine, who had always ignored public opinion, was now exhausted as his brain was constantly repeating the cruel and disdainful judgments of some of the researchers who had chatted in the kitchen a few minutes ago. I don't want to pay attention, but somehow people always pay attention to how others comment on them. Medicine sighed, he raised his hand to rub his temple very roughly, threw the pile of papers on the table, he slid off the chair and lay on the floor. Closing his eyes, feeling the darkness weakly trying to cover itself in the bright light, he wondered where you were now? Honestly, sometimes listening to you talk silly is more entertaining than having a very social and fake conversation with a co-worker. You've warned him so many times, so many times that just by remembering it, he can see the image of you angrily waving your index finger to remind him that no matter how much he hates people, he can't call them assholes, then step on their foot and leave.

“Hey, what do you think?”

Medicine was startled from the impending sleep. Seeing your appearance, he was a bit surprised. Medicine didn't respond and simply looked at you with wide eyes.

“What's wrong, did you fall asleep?”

You were a bit confused when you asked two questions but still no scolding to kick you out of the room was uttered.

Medicine lay half on the floor, his upper body raised, looking at you in bewilderment like a puppy that had just met its owner a few times. You tilted your head to survey the situation. Could Medicine have tested something strange on himself again?

“Medi?”

"Yes?"

You walked closer and crouched down to Medicine's level. The eyes are still normal, the skin is a bit pale, the lips are not pale, overall you can evaluate Medicine as being fine.

“Give me your hand.”

You spread your hands. Without hesitation Medicine Pocket placed your hand on it, you took off his gloves trying to find something unusual, but everything was fine, the temperature remained stable and the warmth of his skin made you feel strong. The heat in the room also gradually increased. You gently squeezed his hand. When you raised your head, you still met his dreamy eyes from before. You couldn't help but giggle, breaking the silence:

“Are you a dog?”

Medicine was silent for a few seconds, he looked away from your face and then shifted his gaze down to the five fingers embracing his hand. His eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully, he really took it as a serious question. Medicine stroked his chin and sighed softly and answered without any excitement:

“Isn't it good to be a dog?”

This time you couldn't stop yourself from laughing out loud, oh my god, what were you thinking? You reached out with your other hand to pinch Medicine's nose. Instinctively, he angrily glared at you and coldly pushed your hand away:

“Don't laugh.”

“Why do you think like that?”

“See if I were a dog, everyone would definitely love me. I also won't have to find a way to please anyone, not to mention I'll be very cute.”

“You've always been cute.”

You wrapped your arms around Medicine's neck, this time he didn't pull away, he let you bury your face in the crook of his neck. Medicine Pocket does not have the scent you like, on the contrary, it is very unpleasant to smell, but it sticks to him for so long that the smell of antiseptic and rubber soon becomes an indispensable part of his daily life.

Medicine felt itchy when you whispered under his throat, he felt your warm breath stick to his skin, it was so annoying that he couldn't stop.

“What's wrong, does this great scientist care about what other people say?”

Whenever he gets caught talking about something, Medicine tends to react violently and deny it, but when it comes to you, he simply stays silent, indifferently avoiding your gaze. This time too, you didn't get his answer. You raised your head to look for his eyes, but Medicine looked at you. It's a look of boredom and acknowledgment, somewhere a little sulky, indicating why you haven't pampered or comforted her yet. “It's no different than a puppy that forgets to be petted.” That's the first thought that pops into your head. You leaned forward, your hands cupping Medicine's face, gently placing light kisses on his cheeks.

Medicine still didn't seem very satisfied, his ten fingertips wrapped around your hand, his eyelashes drooped down in a state of confusion, he tried not to look into your eyes but in the end he couldn't resist. Medicine remembers the words that want to be buried deep in the throat:

“Do you think like them?”

Your two noses touch, you smile:

“Of course not, if talking to them makes you feel that bad then just step on their toes and leave.”

“You call them stupid?”

“They deserve it.”

Medicine Pocket let out a dramatic sigh. After that, he kisses you.

---Vietnamese Version---

Medicine Pocket cảm thấy bạn rất phiền phức, anh không biết có phải do đống thuốc bản thân vạ miệng uống gần đây khiến những lời lảm nhảm vô căn cứ của bạn làm đinh tai nhức óc. “Như một con nhặng”, đó là điều Medicine Pocket đã thẳng thừng nói với bạn, tiếc rằng bạn còn chẳng bận lòng mà tiếp tục bám lấy anh như sam.

Hôm nay còn hơn cả vậy, Medicine Pocket gần như chìm trong biển báo cáo, những con số dày đặc lấp đầy tâm trí, và cả những lời khiển trách nhắc nhở từ những nguồn chi phía trên, thậm chí, một người phải nói là luôn bỏ ngoài tai dư luận như Medicine giờ đây cũng mệt nhoài khi bộ não của anh đang liên tục lặp lại sự phán xét coi thường ác ý của một số các nhà nghiên cứu đã tán gẫu ở nhà bếp mấy phút trước. Anh không muốn để tâm, song con người một phần nào đó luôn chú ý về việc người khác bình phẩm mình ra sao. Medicine thở dài, anh đưa tay lên day thái dương hết sức thô bạo, ném đống giấy lộn lên bàn, anh trượt khỏi ghế và nằm dài trên sàn. Nhắm mắt lại, cảm nhận bóng tối yếu ớt cố gắng bao trùm trong ánh đèn sáng chói, anh tự hỏi bây giờ bạn đang ở đâu? Thành thật mà nói, đôi khi nghe bạn nói ngớ ngẩn còn giải trí hơn là có một cuộc trò chuyện hết sức xã giao và giả tạo với đồng nghiệp. Bạn đã dặn dò anh rất nhiều lần, nhiều đến mức chỉ cần nhớ lại anh có thể thấy hình ảnh bạn cáu kỉnh vung ngón trỏ nhắc dù anh có ghét người ta đến mức nào cũng không thể bảo họ là thằng lỗ đít, rồi dẫm vào chân và bỏ đi.

“Này, em nghĩ gì đấy?”

Medicine giật mình khỏi giấc ngủ sắp ập đến. Thấy sự xuất hiện của bạn, anh có chút ngỡ ngàng thái quá, Medicine không đáp đơn giản chỉ tròn mắt nhìn bạn.

“Sao thế, em ngủ quên à?”

Bạn có chút bối rối khi hỏi đến hai câu mà vẫn chưa có lời mắng mỏ đòi đuổi bạn ra khỏi phòng được thốt ra.

Medicine nằm nửa người trên sàn, thân trên nâng lên ngơ ngác nhìn bạn hệt như một con cún mới gặp chủ vài lần. Bạn nghiêng đầu dò xét tình hình, Medicine không lẽ lại tự thử nghiệm thứ gì kì quặc lên bản thân nữa rồi?

“Medi?”

“Vâng?”

Bạn tiến lại gần và cúi xuống ngang tầm với Medicine. Tròng mắt vẫn bình thường, da hơi nhợt nhạt, môi không tái, xét về tổng thể bạn có thể đánh giá Medicine vẫn ổn.

“Đưa tay cho chị.”

Bạn xòe tay. Không chần chừ Medicine Pocket đặt bàn tay lên, bạn cởi găng tay anh cố gắng tìm kiếm một điểm bất thường, song tất cả mọi thứ đều ổn thỏa, nhiệt độ vẫn ổn định và hơi ấm từ da thịt anh khiến bạn cảm thấy sức nóng căn phòng cũng dần tăng lên. Bạn siết nhẹ tay anh, khi bạn ngẩng đầu lên vẫn chạm phải ánh mắt mơ màng ban nãy, bạn không nhịn nổi mà bật cười khúc khích phá vỡ khoảng lặng:

“Em có phải là chó không?”

Medicine im lặng vài giây, anh hết nhìn vào khuôn mặt bạn lại chuyển tầm mắt xuống năm ngón tay đang ��m trọn lấy bàn tay mình. Đôi lông mày anh nhíu lại đầy nghiền ngẫm, anh thực sự coi đó là một câu hỏi nghiêm túc, Medicine vuốt cằm khẽ thở dài trả lời không một chút hào hứng:

“Là chó thì không tốt sao?”

Lần này bạn không thể ngăn được mình cười thành tiếng, ôi trời suy nghĩ gì thế này, bạn đưa tay còn lại véo mũi Medicine. Theo bản năng, anh cáu kỉnh lườm bạn và lạnh lùng gạt tay bạn ra:

“Đừng có cười.”

“Tại sao em lại suy nghĩ như vậy?”

“Chị xem nếu là chó, mọi người chắc hẳn sẽ rất yêu quý tôi. Tôi cũng sẽ không phải tìm cách để làm hài lòng bất kì ai, chưa kể tôi sẽ rất dễ thương.”

“Em luôn dễ thương mà.”

Bạn vòng tay qua cổ Medicine, lần này anh không gạt ra, anh để bạn vùi mặt vào hõm cổ anh. Medicine Pocket không có mùi hương bạn thích, trái lại còn rất khó ngửi, nhưng bám dính lấy anh lâu đến nỗi mùi thuốc sát trùng và cao su sớm trở thành thứ không thể thiếu hàng ngày của bản thân.

Medicine thấy ngứa ngáy khi bạn thủ thỉ dưới vòm họng, anh có cảm nhận được hơi thở ấm áp của bạn dính vào da thịt mình, vô cùng phiền phức đến nỗi không thể dứt nổi.

“Sao thế, nhà khoa học đại tài nay lại để ý đến người khác nói gì sao?”

Mỗi khi bị bắt thóp chuyện gì, Medicine thường có xu hướng phản ứng dữ dội phủ nhận nó, nhưng nếu với bạn, anh chỉ đơn giản là im lặng, thờ ơ né tránh cái nhìn bạn. Lần này cũng vậy, bạn không nhận được câu trả lời của anh, bạn ngẩng đầu để kiếm tìm đôi mắt anh, nhưng Medicine nhìn bạn. Đó là ánh mắt chán chường và thừa nhận, đâu đó có chút hờn dỗi ra ý rằng sao bạn còn chưa nuông chiều, an ủi mau mau đi. “Không khác gì một con cún con quên được vuốt ve.” Đó là suy nghĩ nảy lên đầu tiên trong đầu bạn. Bạn dướn người, bàn tay ôm lấy khuôn mặt Medicine, nhẹ nhàng đặt những nụ hôn phớt lên má.

Medicine có vẻ vẫn chưa hài lòng lắm, mười đầu ngón tay của anh bao bọc lấy bàn tay bạn, lông mi cụp xuống hết sức thất thểu, anh định không nhìn vào mắt bạn song cuối cùng không cưỡng lại nổi. Medicine lí nhỉ những câu từ muốn chôn sâu dưới cuống họng:

“Chị có nghĩ như họ không?”

Mũi hai người chạm nhau, bạn mỉm cười:

“Đương nhiên là không, nếu nói chuyện với họ khiến em cảm thấy tệ như vậy thì cứ dẫm vào chân họ rồi bỏ đi.”

“Em chửi họ là đồ ngu?”

“Họ xứng đáng.”

Medicine Pocket thở dài một cái hết sức kịch tính. Sau đó, anh hôn bạn.

[eddiediaaz]

i applied for a job at a call center, even tho it was the worst job i've ever had when i did it for a year in 2014-2015. but i have no choice, i need a job. here are the steps to get hired. the wage would be between $16 and $18 CAD (minimum wage where i live is $15.75 CAD so it's not even a great wage)

send your resume + cover letter and hope to be selected

first assessment on the phone (conversation of about 15 minutes)

french test of 20 questions (only 60 seconds for each question)

english test of 20 questions (only 60 seconds for each question)

a "PI behavorial assessment" of 2 "there's no good or bad answer, we just wanna get to know you" questions

audio test of four difficult 30-second questions that are real work situations/calls where you have to read, listen, and type at the same time (2 in french, 2 in english)

if all of this works out, there's a 30-minute video interview with HR

and another final video interview with the supervisor

is it just me or its fucking CRAZY for a position that's barely above minimum wage???? like. what the fuck why is it so demanding skdfjbndfsds.

but then the dude also told me they received 250 resumes and there are only looking for 2 people, so i guess they have to filter people out, somehow...

[szecretary]

has anyone writing aftg post tsc fics about my boy jean moreau touched the phenomenon where native romance language speakers can sort of kinda understand each other when we speak our different languages? especially when it comes to texting. it would be so sweet if cat and jean start picking up on the similarities between Spanish and French an are able to hold simple conversations alternating between their languages until they inevitably hit a point where they just laugh and go "that means something completely different to me" and try to explain in English 🥺