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#I'm high ranting to my sister about glasses & the costs of them & why I'm thinking of getting two pairs so I have a backup bc I can't drive#without them. she & her husband both have perfect vision. can't even fucking fathom being able to just see#my rx got slightly worse after 5yrs. while reading the chart I realized I misread a letter but the doctor noticed me squinting & immediately#adjusted it. I actually misread 2 lol#which just reminds me that it'll only continue to get worse. like I'm already halfway down the mountain and I have never and will never know#what it's like from the peak. and those two just. do. they do know what it's like. and to them it's normal. fucking unfathomable#tumblr polls#glasses#tc posts
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apologies if you've explained this already, but tumblr search is trash, so I have to ask... why the obsession with michael mann, how did that start?
Oh, man. Itâs a long story! In the early days of the pandemic I got a call from my favorite rock musician that he had read a short essay Iâd written on his solo album, and he wanted me to contribute a piece to his bandâs forthcoming box set. Dream come true obviously, couldnât say no, so I immediately buckled down on the research end, which for me involved a deeper dive into said musicianâs love of film. Mann was on the list of suspects alongside more definitive entries like Coppola and Scorsese, but that turned out to be a happy accident of misreading. (Major shout out to Adam here, by the way, because without his guidance I would have been working with a much more meandering home-brewed syllabus.)
I enjoy movies like any properly adjusted American but they donât tend to put a spell on me the way music does, or make me want to disassemble the whole contraption piece by piece like a good written story. And Mannâs work was the first time Iâd ever encountered films that could have the same effect on me as music and literature. They were hypnotic and enchanting and propulsive, like my favorite records, but they also suggested this dense subterranean architecture of potential meaning, obscured from immediate view but very much there and carefully, deliberately encoded. In other words, these films were like texts imploring (really, daring) you to interpret them.
Thatâs Mannâs methodology in a nutshell, basically â itâs a seduction gambit, and on me it worked spectacularly! It tapped into my grotesque hedonic animal brain and sparked an intellectual curiosity as well. For me that combination has a narcotic quality thatâs hard to explain, but I have an addictive personality. And the more I watched his work, the more it ensnared me like The Footage.* (âWHAT is going on? What is this film doing to me??â Etc.) You have to understand I have no prior experiential basis for this, so as far as Iâm concerned itâs witchcraft. By the time I turn in my piece for the box set I have this collateral situation developing, ha ha, oh no, and here I am three years later.
Initially I had wondered if Mann had been an influence on Dulli, but it turned out to be a case of convergent evolution. Or something akin to it. I think theyâre just similar in terms of what subject matter theyâre attracted to, maybe in their modes of perception and how they make aesthetic/narrative sense of the world. And there is some part of me that keys into that sensibility â whichever part precedes organized expression, maybe even conscious comprehension â and finds it cathartic and liberating and all that good stuff. (Iâm a Safety First adrenaline junkie these days so I try to limit my habits to art and pop culture.)
And then he and Meg Gardiner co-wrote an actual book which provoked further investigations, escalations, whatever you want to call them. It turns out that the abyss really DOES stare back into you in the form of numerous spooky historical coincidences. Iâm like afraid of Heat 2 at this point because the more I go trawling around in there the more it becomes an eldritch object, LOL. Iâm the closest anyone has come to living the film Jumanji, let me put it that way. But the experience has been a blast. And I feel fortunate to have found yet another creator on par with Dulli and Townshend whose work I will be able to take with me and return to over the course of my life, and seek shelter in in that way.
*EVERYBODY READ PATTERN RECOGNITION BY WILLIAM GIBSON!
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Patient || Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader ~ Part 4
A/N: Part 4! Thanks for everyoneâs patience (lol) with this part - Uni has been incredibly time consuming and Iâve just been too tired to write anything - so Iâm trying to write a few things in advance on my Christmas holiday! I think there should only be one or two more parts in this series, and feedback is always welcome :)
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âWhatâs your reason?â Your eyes flickered up to meet Kyloâs after he spoke, trying to make sense of his question as your eyes unintentionally trailed over his face.
âMy reason for what, Sir?â You eventually replied as you gave up trying to figure out what he was talking about. Why did he have to speak so cryptically? âYouâre going to have to give me more than that â it could mean anything knowing you.â You smiled cheekily at him from your position at the end of his bed; this time heâd called you with a deep gash stretching up the side of his left leg. It looked incredibly painful, and you couldnât comprehend how he was purposefully putting himself through this much pain just to see you â at least, thatâs what you hoped he was doing, otherwise you were completely misreading this whole situation.
âYou reason for joining the First Order.â Kylo spoke bluntly. âYouâve been fixing me up for months now, and yet I feel like we are still strangers to each other.â If you hadnât just averted your gaze back to his leg, you might have noticed the corners of his lips twitch up into the slightest shadow of a smile â but it was gone as quickly as it came.
âOh! Oh, right, of course.â You smiled. âWell, my father was the Chief Medical Officer when he was in the First Order, and on his breaks heâd always try and teach me as much as he could about medicine before my mother caught him teaching me things that were too gory or troubling for my âyoung eyesâ.â You huffed out a laugh at the thought of your parents. âSo I joined because I wanted to be a Doctor and to hopefully be the Chief Medical Officer myself one day â I love my father and Iâd be proud to follow in his footsteps and be as half as successful as he was.â
âAnd I wouldnât say weâre strangers â I mean Iâm pretty familiar with your body by now.â Your eyes widened at the realisation of what you said, and you continued in slight panic. âNot like that! I didnât mean it to sound like that at all, Sir, oh dear.â You sighed, deflated. âI look like such an idiot now.â You muttered under your breath, as you returned your efforts to applying some soothing balm to Kyloâs wound, and preparing the equipment youâd need to give him stitches.
âItâs alright.â Kylo peered down at his leg to try and see what you were doing. âIâm used to your tongue-tied manner of speaking by now.â You raised your eyebrows in surprise.
You let out a giggle at his attempt at a mild joke, and the rest of your visit was spent in friendly silence, dispersed with the occasional small talk.
 âY/N!â You jerked upright in your seat, blinking rapidly as you came to your senses, the memory of one of your favourite interactions with Kylo fading from your mind. Yasmyn was staring at you in slight concern. âAre you alright? Iâve been trying to get your attention for a minute now.â
âOh yes, sorry!â You sighed, running a hand through your hair distractedly. âIâm fine thanks, just a bit tired I guess.â You adjusted yourself on Yasmynâs bed; the two of you were having your weekly girlâs night â or as girly as it could get aboard the ship.
âSomething on your mind?â Yasmyn asked sympathetically as she finished braiding her long, dark hair. âOr someone?â She grinned at you, wiggling her eyebrows. âMaybe someone tall, dark and mysterious?â
âI wasnât thinking about Kylo.â You chided firmly, trying not to let your blush be too visible. At least once every girlâs night the topic of Kylo Ren would be brought up, as Yasmyn was always eager to hear about what the you and Kylo had shared with each other, because âeven though heâs practically the leader of our fleet, nobody knows anything about him, and the gossip on this ship is so dry, your relationship with Kylo is the only thing I have going right nowâ.
âI never said you were thinking about Kylo.â Yasmyn grinned triumphantly. âI only said you might be thinking about someone tall, dark and mysterious. I never said it was Kylo, Y/N. I never said-â She was cut off as you threw a pillow at her face in retaliation.
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Another two months had gone by since Kyloâs incident with the âscavenger girlâ â although it was never too easy to tell the time in space, and you had gone from being someone relatively quiet and unknown except to those you worked with, to someone whose name was slowly being passed around the entire ship. This wasnât your fault â you hated having more attention than was necessary â no, the only person you could blame for this sort of attention was none other than Kylo Ren.
Over these two months, heâd managed to amass a mysterious amounts of injuries â when you compared the sheer amount of times youâd been called in to the times he was off the ship or in training, you were finding it harder and harder to believe that Kylo wasnât getting all these injuries on purpose. But try as you might, you couldnât really complain about it, as every time that you were called to assist Kylo, the more you got to know him, and the more you opened up to him.
But the closer the two of you grew, the more the rumours started to spread around the ship; and they were very clearly not in your favour. Because the more you were sent to assist Kylo, the more your co-workers noticed, and the nosier they all got; every time you returned from a trip to Kyloâs room you were crowded with questions from those closer to you, and judgemental and resentful glances from everyone else.
By now, whether because of these rumours or not, youâd got a reputation for yourself, and had even been personally called by other high-ranking officers to personally assist them â if you were good enough for Kylo Ren, then you were good enough for them. And that was actually how you got yourself into the situation that you were currently in. You were currently attending a very important meeting regarding a mission that would put quite a lot of Stormtroopers at risk, so you had also brought various medical records and lists of all the medical equipment on-board the ship. You had also had to evaluate the percentages of how many soldiers would either die or be seriously injured, so the rest of the medical team could prepare the right amount of equipment.
When the meeting was originally arranged, it was supposed to be attended by the Chief Medical Officer, however he was needed elsewhere; he had an emergency surgery that he needed to attend, and he trusted you out of all the other medics to cover for him. Possibly because he knew KyloâŠfavoured you over everyone else.
âSo,â General Hux spoke up, finally starting the meeting. âThe attack on the rebel base will begin with at least a quarter of the soldiers on-board, as we currently only have a rough estimate of just how many rebel soldiers are hiding out in that base.â You nodded, typing out quick notes on your personal padd for later.
âWeâll most likely be sending about one third or our forces down to begin with â enough to scare the rebel forces and if needed we can send in reinforcements.â Hux moved tiny digital figures about on a screen, illustrating where each group of the forces would be positioned to attack the base. âThe rest of the fleet will be on standby in case a new strategy is required and a temporary retreat is needed. I would hope that our forces arenât pathetic enough for us to even consider retreating.â He turned abruptly, eyeing you haughtily. âDo we have sufficient medical supplies for the foreseeable casualties?â
You looked up nervously from your padd â youâd been making rough notes about this most recent plan so you could report back to your boss and he could begin to prepare everything.
âYes, General Hux, I do believe that we have enough supplies.â You pulled yourself together, trying not to âumâ and âerrâ your way through your sentence. âBut of course, I will send all the necessary figures to my superior as I do not have full access to all our equipment, and in the case that there are any supplies we may be short on.â You added as an afterthought â if there was anything that needed to be ordered you didnât want the responsibility to be solely yours. âOne third of the forces was it? And the rest on standbyâŠâ You re-capped while scribbling down extra notes. âAnd my superior sends his most sincere apologies that he could not be here instead of me.â
âNo matter.â General Hux waved away your apology indifferently. âAs long as all information gets relayed I could not care less who is here in his stead.â And with that, he continued with explaining the various stages of the attack.
Then, just as you were retreating slightly back into the mass of officers crowded around the main screen, you heard someone speak under their breath; âWell, it wonât be long until she does have authority to all our medical supplies, considering sheâs been sleeping her way to the top with Ren. And then who knows how irresponsibly sheâd use our supplies.â
You stop where you stand, feeling a flush creep up your face, turning it bright red in embarrassment. You could see those nearest to you glancing in your direction with obvious distain and disapproval, as if they were imagining a future where you were in some ways their superior. You could hear whispers on every side, many of them agreeing with the nameless whisperer, and you finally opened your mouth to defend yourself, when-
âI hope youâre not insinuating that I, the descendant of Darth Vader, would be capable of behaving like a common whore on my ship.â Kyloâs cold, slightly robotic voice echoed loudly across the room, silencing everyone, including General Hux. Nobody dared to speak, and you stood frozen in a mix of fear and embarrassment. âBecause thatâs certainly what it sounded like, Lieutenant Kendell.â At this, a few people subtly turned their heads in the direction of the offending statement, and you turned to see a relatively weedy looking man visibly shrink away from Kylo.
âI- of course, no sir, I didnât mean to offend you-â You watched him backtrack, stammering over his response as Kylo simply stood, watching him. âI-I simply wish to see our forces grow and thrive, and was only remarking that this medic would not be our best way of seeing this happen â I mean she may be far too inexperienced for such a role-â
âSo you assume she is using me to gain status? Her family name far outranks yours in any case, Lieutenant, so such foolish thoughts are unnecessary.â Kylo interrupted, and the room seemed to grow darker. âYou assumed that I would succumb to any such advances?â He took one single step towards the unfortunate Lieutenant. âYou forget your place, Lieutenant. It would be wise not to do so again in the future. It would be unfortunate to lose a member of our staff because of such a foolish mistake.â With this threat hanging in the air, he turned, cape flowing dramatically behind him, to face Hux, who continued his speech.
As everyone began to settle down, you couldnât help but let your mind wander as you replayed the conflict. You werenât hurt by Kyloâs behaviour, more confused that he would go out of his way to seemingly defend your honour â you assumed he wouldnât want people to know that the two of you were even relatively acquainted. You mulled over your thoughts, confusion fogging your mind as you absentmindedly followed suite and exited the room amidst the other officers, heading back to the med-wing.
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Later that day, after youâd relayed all information back to your boss, and sent him the notes youâd made, you finally made the journey back to your room. Luckily, it was your day off tomorrow, so you could afford to have a nice, relaxing shower that would hopefully clear your mind of the stresses of the day.
Eventually, when youâd got out of the shower and put on less formal clothes, (not quite pyjamas â these were your own clothes so your evening consisted of leggings and an oversized shirt) you just so happened to check your padd for any messages from Yas, when you saw a message in your inbox that was unread. Upon checking it, your blood ran cold â it had been sent 8 minutes ago, and it was from Kylo himself. Not another officer messaging on his behalf, but from Kylo himself.
You sat bolt upright from where you had been reclining in bed, and double checked the message. It was from Kylo alright, and it had been sent-
âEight minutes ago?!â You shrieked, hurriedly scrambling to your feet, shoving your feet in your usual uniformed shoes, pulling on a long cardigan and rushing out of your room. It took you longer than eight minutes to get to Kyloâs chambers, but it was a decent enough amount of delay from the time the message was sent to when you actually saw it, that Kylo would be sure to notice that you were eight minutes later than you should have been. He didnât even set a time; he had simply requested your presence in his chamber, but the underlying message was that your presence was to be requested immediately.
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About fifteen minutes later, you skidded to a halt outside Kyloâs chambers, having run most of the way there. You frantically tried to catch your breath as you smoothed your hair, trying to appear as though you hadnât spent the last fifteen minutes worrying that your lungs were going to explode. You introduced yourself to the guards outside Kyloâs room, and no sooner than you spoke the door slid open, one of the guards gesturing for you to go through.
âYouâre late.â Kylo stated after the door had closed behind you. He was standing at his window, back to you, helmet off.
âMy apologies, Sir.â You began, taking a few cautious steps forwards. âI wasâŠwell, occupied at the time that you sent the message. Believe me, I would have come sooner if I had seen your request sooner-â
âOccupied?â Kylo turned to face you, his expression impassive as ever; his interrupting statement, rather than question lingering in the air. âI was under the impression that once your shift was over you no longer need to be occupied.â
âUm...â You flushed slightly, subconsciously running a hand through your damp hair. âOccupiedâŠin my shower?â You avoided his burning stare. There was silence for a moment, as if Kylo was trying to determine whether or not he believed you without delving too deep into your mind.
âYou are excused of your tardiness this time.â He eventually spoke, and you relaxed slightly.
âIf I may, Sir, why did you want me here?â You ventured, rocking back and forth on your heels as you glanced around the (now) familiar room. âIf itâs to do with the comments made in the meeting earlier, I apologise if Iâve done anything to-to damage your reputation-â
âIf anyone was going to ruin my reputation, it would not be you.â He cut in coolly. âYou are not exactly in a position to do so.â He gestured to a chair set out in front of his desk. âSit. We have much to discuss.â You did as he said, shifting around on the surprisingly soft seat, trying to get comfortable. He too, sat down in a chair he seemingly pulled out of the shadows of his room.
âIf you think it is better for not toâŠrun into each other more often, Sir, I understand that.â You started, leaning forwards in your seat. âI feel like rumours about-â you paused, unsure if you could refer to whatever the two of you were as âusâ, but decided to go with it anyway. âUs, have been following me for almost a week now and it could ruin any chance I have of becoming Chief Medical Officer because everyone thinks I just sleep around and havenât earned my place because of my family name.â You continued in frustration. âAnd it doesnât help that, no offence, you seem to acquire a range of injuries from who knows where, and nobody else seems to want to take up the job because theyâre convinced weâre having an affair or something â Iâm lucky my boss is sympathetic towards me otherwise I could have lost my job or been demoted by now.â The words seemed to tumble from your lips, unending.
âYou think my situation is any better?â Kylo stood, beginning to pace around the room. âI have the power of the Force, I can easily tell what people are thinking, and they do little to conceal their thoughts in my presence.â He spun on his heel, his bulking form towering over you. âI will not be taken for a fool by those pathetic enough to believe such rumours. I will not let them defile my name and my presence, or yours-â he cut himself off as his voice grew louder in anger. You stood as well, anxiously wringing your hands.
âI appreciate that, Sir.â You said quietly. âI know whatâs on the line for you, and Iâm sorry that it got this far. Maybe it would be better for a different medic to attend to your many injuries.â You felt more dejected than you probably should â after all this was a professional relationship.
âThat wonât be necessary. While I am sure your co-workers are capable at doing their job, I know that you are most familiar with what antidotes work with my body and what do not.â Kylo dismissed your suggestion.
âWell what do you suggest?â You asked, a hint of exasperation in your tone. âWhile I do enjoy your company, Sir, I donât want our meetings to affect your image.â There was a pause as Kylo took in your words.
âNo. I will not be bullied by my insubordinates.â You heard him say, almost to himself. âWe shouldnât even be having this conversation; I donât need to please the rest of the fleet â I just need them to win me this fight against the rebellion.â He strode to stand in front of you, and you gazed up at him. âI should not have to change my behaviour for them, and neither should you.â You opened your mouth in protest.
âBut Sir, I-â
âYou are under my protection. If there is anyone giving you trouble, you will report it straight to me.â He stood tall, not like that was hard for him to do, and you swallowed heavily, in awe of the sheer power he radiated. âThat is an order. Do you understand?â His voice grew quieter at the end of his sentence; but he was no less grand.
âYes, Sir.â You replied, suddenly finding it difficult to speak clearly, a smile visible on your face for the first time that day. âThank you, Sir.â
âI think weâre past the use of such formalities, considering that today youâve been accused of sleeping your way to power and I have been accused of doing such with someone of a lower station.â He said smoothly, his face as clear of emotion as ever.
âHow else should I address you?â You asked, slightly flustered. (And slightly stung by the âlower stationâ jab but it was the truth.) This must be one of the most bizarre days of my life, you thought to yourself, mind racing.
âYou strike me as an intelligent woman, Officer Y/N; surely you do not need me to spell it out for you. Obviously the usual title when others are present.â He said, now walking you towards his door, hands behind his back, his form looming over yours. âJust because I allowed you to address me as such in private, I must remind you I will not be as lenient when we are in public.â He said placidly.
You nodded in acknowledgement. Kylo it is then â that was the only less formal title that you could think of. âOf course. I wouldn't dream of doing any such thing, Kylo.â You saw the left corner of his mouth twitch ever so slightly at your words as he opened the door, allowing you to step through. âI do hope you don't over-exert yourself in training, or do anything to worsen your injuries.â You called as you started to walk back down the corridor. âIt would be a shame to meet again so prematurely.â For one of the most feared men in the galaxy, he isnât nearly as subtle as he thinks, your smile widening as you walk back in the direction of your room, and you could have sworn you heard a chuckle echo down the corridor behind you.
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Taglist: @ah-callieâ
(also tagging @joscelyn02â - just in case you wanted to know when the next part was out :) )
#kylo ren#kylo ren x reader#ben solo#ben solo x reader#kylo ren imagines#ben solo imagines#star wars#star wars imagines#star wars x reader#adam driver#Star Wars The Force Awakens#star wars the last jedi#star wars the rise of skywalker
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Do you have advice on how to improve on translating? Also, what made you want to start translating? Major props to you for translating Saiki because Akechi Toumaâs lines kinda make me wanna die inside.
Thanks!!! (though tbh Akechiâs blathering is not NEARLY as bad as the non-stop puns/obscure references lol)
For what made me start translating:I found some Pyu to Fuku Jaguar raws for cheap at a used bookstore and started learning Japanese so I could read them. Once I got a little faster at reading, I noticed the Jaguar scanlation team had lost their translator, so I offered to join. My first translations were super not great (the only reason theyâre even somewhat accurate is because Mangahelpers was more active at the time and I posted my translations there in the forums for people to proofread/asked for help whenever there was any kanji/grammar I got stuck on.
(If you want to go read my first translation, itâs ch62 of Pyu to Fuku! Jaguar. âŠLooking at it now, thereâs so many places I couldâve translated better lol)
Since then Iâve gotten a lot better:
So hereâs my hot tips on how to get better at translating!!!(under the readmore âcause itâs looong)
The number one thing that I recommend is⊠Just Translate! Pick up some raws and start doing some translations! Theyâre probably gonna be bad at first but who cares! You gotta start somewhere! Translating forces you to think about how to actually translate stuff and makes you look up words/grammar you donât know. If youâre translating for a group/actually releasing your translations: Youâve got deadlines now! People looking forward to your translations! Youâve got consequences that will make it harder for you to slack off and drop your studies!
Google things! Whenever thereâs a word/phrase/grammar that you donât know: Google it! Google is a translators best friend!!!
Hereâs some keywords I use:â[vocab/phrase in japanese] è±èȘă§â will give you a google translate of the vocab, and if you scroll down a little like a weblio page or something with some translations for the vocab (the weblio/other pages are usually more accurate than the google translate option).
â[grammar in japanese] grammarâ - Example éŁăčăăă (tabesaseta). Canât remember what the -saseta verb ending meants? (I donât blame you lol) Google âăăă grammarâ and youâll get some pages in english explaining it along with several examples.
Have another translator proofread your translations! They can help you with vocab/grammar, parts that you misread, or even just suggest different ways to translate things that might fit better in different situations. The first scanlation group I was in did this and I learned soooo much that way! I donât know how many other groups do this though (or how many other groups even have more than one translator) so maybe I just lucked out!
Fun fact! If something seems out of place when youâre reading/translating, itâs probably one of the following:a). A pun/cultural reference. b). A specific phrase/saying that shouldnât be taken literally. (Googling the entire phrase will usually give you an equivelant phrase or appropriate definition in English.)c). Some weird grammar that youâre translating wrong (do a deep google: a lot of grammar forms have multiple meanings/change meaning based on very small factors/are very similar sounding to other different grammar forms)
Understand that a literal translation is not always a good or accurate translation: Thereâs some famous Natsume Souseki shenanigans where the line âI love youâ was translated as âThe moon is beautifulâ in Japanese, because of how Japanese people are more shy or something and would never say âI love you straight outâ. Natsume Souseki is valid- some things when you translate directly lose their nuance and change the meaning to something completely different.
That being said, changing TOO much will also ruin your translation. Itâs a fine balance.The point is: once you understand what the Japanese says, you gotta think âokay now how would they say this in English?â If this series were originally in English, how would the author write that dialogue? What is the main point that needs to get across and what is the tone and how do you accurately convey both of those in English?
Consume! Consume media! Read stuff! Watch TV! Listen Learn how people talk! Get a bunch of English vocabulary up in your head and save it for later. Translating is not just understanding, itâs also WRITING. You need to have at least SOME understanding of how to write a poem if you want to translate a poem. You need to have at least SOME understanding of how to write comics/fiction if you want to translate comics/fiction.
Read/watch translated stuff! See how other translators translate certain words/phrases and take notes. Steal their cool ways of translating things and incorporate them into your own translations. Notice what DOESNâT work in a translation and make a mental note to not do that. (Season 2 of Aggretsuko on Netflix had me going âWOW thatâs a good translation!â constantly while watching it. Good job Aggretsuko S2 netflix translator!)
Google again! Remember how you had to google to learn Japanese words? Good! Now google English words too! Google vocab terms! Google synonyms! Google phrases/sayings! Google words to make sure youâre spelling them right! Google grammar to make sure youâre using it right! GOOGLE!
Accents/dialects: Tread carefully with accents and speech quirks. Sprinkle them in, donât lay them on heavy. Read the dialogue youâve written and think âDoes this sound like how an actual person would talk? or does this sound like someone putting on a shitty fake accent?â Iâve seen so many translations where people slam the accent on so hard you canât even read the dialogue any more⊠Itâs not great. *Exceptions for if the character IS putting on a shitty fake accent in Japanese, in which case go hog wild.
Puns: If you hate yourself, you will try to translate the puns instead of putting a translators note. Donât worry too much about translating the pun EXACTLY. With puns/jokes, thereâs two important factors at play: 1. What is the joke? Is it a reference? Is it a play on words? 2. What is the text ACTUALLY saying?Start by translating the line with no pun, just regular dialogue, and then adjust from there. Then re-word to try and fit in the pun- swap out words for ones that lend themselves better to punnery, or change which part of the sentence has the pun worked into it. (Wanna know a secret? Sometimes*, if the pun is the main focus of the line and there isnât actually any important meaning to the dialogue? You can just write whatever the fuck you want to fit the pun. *but only if youâre ABSOLUTELY sure that itâs 100% about the pun and thereâs no other significance)
ăăăăăȘă: This sucks. This phrase sucks. âIt canât be helpedâ sucks 98% of the time. âWhat choice do we haveâ, âFine thenâ âWhat did you expect?â âI guessâ âIf you insistâ âWhateverâ. Thereâs a million ways to translate it, but no one way works for every situation. Sometimes you can just take it out completely. It all boils down to âI donât want to do this but Iâm doing it anywayâ so think of what someone might say in that scenario that conveys that feeling and still feels natural.
Sentence structure/double bubbles: Japanese grammar structure is weird. Sometimes they do stuff like put the subject at the end of the sentence. It sounds weird when you do that in English. Donât do that in english when youâre translating it. If youâve got a line like ćŒ·ăăăć㯠(tsuyoi ne, kimi wa). Please donât translate it as âYouâre strong, you areâ. Just translating it as âYouâre strongâ is good enough. If you want to try and keep the pause in there, you could do something like âYknow, youâre pretty strong.â If youâve got something like this thatâs split up across multiple speech bubbles- DONâT try to translate each bubble individually. Translate them all together as one big block of text, then divide it where it feels natural, and THEN re-distribute it to the speech bubbles. Sometimes what was in the last bubble will end up in the first bubble.
If it sounds awkward in English- Change it. Figure out what doesnât sound awkward and make it be that.
PROOFREAD. Youâre gonna spell things wrong. Youâre gonna misread things. Youâre gonna go back and decide to change the wording of a sentence but forget to change the tense of one of the words. Youâre gonna translate something too close to the Japanese sentence structure and you wonât really notice it the first go around but when you go back to proofread youâll be like âWow. No one talks like that in English.â
For reference, hereâs my translation/proofread process:
1. Translate. Get it into English. Doesnât matter if it sounds janky or awkward right now, just try to get the meaning down in English. Anything youâre not sure you translated right? Mark it so you can double check it later. (I usually do this in a google doc on my phone.)2. 1st passthrough. Go through, and turn all that janky english into more natural sounding English: Check for anything that sounds off and give it some tlc. Reword anything that needs it. Do some hard research on the places you werenât sure about the first time.3. 2nd passthrough. One more sweep through to polish up any parts that still sound awkward in English. If youâre not pressed for time itâs good to do this one a day or two after the previous passthrough so youâve had some time to let the translation simmer in the back of your mind. Maybe youâve come up with a better way to word something? Maybe you came up with a good way to make that joke work?4. Final proofread. Usually I do this after itâs been typeset: Sometimes something that read fine as a script doesnât read so great when put on a page, divided into bubbles or split into separate pages. Adjust those parts. Check extra hard for any missed typos or messed up grammar âcause there IS going to be some that slipped through.
KEEP NOTES: If youâre working on a series, consistency is important and makes you look professional! Keep a document somewhere with translation notes so you can do a quick consistency check whenever necessary. Write down things like: How to spell/translate the names of characters/places/special attacks/etc (especially side characters that only show up every once and a while), how you translate certain catch phrases, how you handle certain charactersâ speech quirks. You WILL forget if you spelled that name with one R or two Rs and itâs WAY easier to keep it all in one document than to have to go back and scan through every chapter until you find the ONE panel to see how it was written before. It also helps if you have multiple translators working on a series.
Put your name on your translation scripts if you want to be credited! Doesnât have to be on every page, just once at the top- I used to not bother 'cause they were always just uploaded directly to the scan groups/never publicly uploaded, but then one day someone used one of my translations and the credit page just said something like âdonât know who to creditâ lol
âŠand thatâs all I can think of right now! Hope that helps!
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Homestuck Epilogues - Meat - Page 1 & 2
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So for date night, tonight I'm posting my one date so far that really qualifies as more of a public safety notice. As in, don't do this publicly or else you may face safety concerns!!
Name: "Dickâ
Age: 40
Hair color: dark brown
Eye color: brown
Height: 5â11âÂ
Initial profile impressions: Not my typical type, but Iâm trying to keep an open mind. He has very âkindâ looking eyes and a nice smile.
NOTE: This date was real but is geared towards a certain âpublic service announcementâ, if you will.
Dick and I messaged very very briefly before he wanted to meet for a date. Again, Iâm ok with this. Sometimes spending tons of time corresponding can just get annoying. Letâs meet and see if thereâs any spark. We discussed meeting for dinner at a spot where we could get oysters. They were in season and I was having a serious craving. Not everyone likes them, so why not take advantage of the opportunity.
Our date was in an area that Iâm not super familiar with so I took a car there. He messaged and told me he was running a little early and the restaurant didnât open until 6 pm so he was down the street at a small bar. My destination was set as the location for dinner so I got dropped off there and popped in, I noticed that there were already people starting to file in. We both discussed enjoying a first date at the bar, just has a nice casual feel. I went ahead and made reservations it was after all, a Saturday for 7 pm, since I knew he was already drinking and just in case the bar was full. Then I made my way to the bar.
When I walked in Dick was sitting at the bar, but suggested that we move to a table. Huh? He looked clean and in good order. Button down shirt and jeans. Not bad. His teeth were a little crooked, then again, a lot of peopleâs are. Mine included. I actually have that slightly protruding right eye tooth that JLo has. But, Iâm not bragging or anything. Lol So Dick and I sit down at a table. Conversation is a little slow and I notice that he doesnât really look at me while weâre speaking. He keeps looking above me or over to the right. Is he fucking watching TV? Come on Dick, itâs not even football season. If it was, Iâd be looking too! But whatever, the conversation remains lackluster. Shit, should we just call it a night now? NoâŠkeep your cool. Maybe things will get better.
I mentioned that I stopped by the restaurant on my way over and made reservations, just in case it got busy and he didnât seem to mind. He said that was great. After 2 beers, he decided that he needed to snack on something. Iâm not one who eats a ton in one sitting, so I just take a bite of his nachos. I donât want to fill up on crap when Iâve got oysters in my future. We have small chit chat until about 6:45 and after Iâve had two beers and heâs had 3 and nachos, we decide that we should cash out. When the bill comes, I take the tab. I really like doing something like this because it shows a guy, in advance, that I donât âexpectâ that theyâll always pay. That can get costly and set a crazy expectation. He was very nice about it and thanked me.
Dick and I head to the restaurant. When we get there, thereâs plenty of room at the bar, but I defer to him and ask where heâd rather sit. He says that heâd prefer to sit at a table. Wait, what? I thought we both said how cool it is on a first date to chill at the barâŠkeep things lightâŠwhatever, not a big deal in the big scheme of things.
We are shown to our table. Now, I it's no secret that I like whiskey, and he points out a great drink on the menu so we both order it. After that, we take a minute to check out the menu. Iâm a huge advocate of ordering two different dishes and sharing. I love a little taste of everything. But we donât see oysters on the menu anywhere. When our server comes to take our drink order, Dick inquires about the oysters the whole reason we selected this restaurant. But the waitress says that they are only available at their oyster bar and that they are out anyway. Wahhhhhh!!!! Ok weâll make do. The menu is quite nice. I ordered mussels and he ordered some fish dish. Our drinks come and they are amazing! The conversation is still really labored. I canât put my finger on it specifically, but things are just not comfortable. We eat our meals and I share a ton of my mussels, but heâs being really stingy with his fish. And itâs delish. I really want more, but Iâm not going to be rude. But seriously, Iâve given him about 8 mussels and I got one bite of his fish. Dude, Dick, get with it!! Are you someone who enjoys sharing meals? Isnât it the best when you get a little bit of everything? I mean, it makes the meal more like a tasting menu, and who doesnât love those?? I feel like anymore, itâs the only way I want to enjoy a meal. Who is this guy, Joey TribbianiâŠ(âJoey doesnât share food!â).
Iâve already decided that this date isnât leading towards a love connection. Everything just feels awkward and disconnected.
The bill comes and he takes the check. Thatâs right Dick, this one is on you. He reads it, and immediately his mood goes dark. He tells me that theyâve overcharged us on our drinks by $2 each. He flags down the waitress and proceeds to tell her that the drinks should have been $9 but she charged us $11. She said that sheâd look in to it and be right back. Moments later, she returns and informs us that the whiskey neat is $9 but the cocktail that we ordered was $11 as indicated on the menu. I really didnât pay attention to the prices. He ordered his first and I just ordered the same. A little rude, right? Whatever. So she asked again for a moment to speak with the manager.
The manager comes over and explains again, the difference between the drinks but says that heâll adjust the bill to the lower price if that will work for âusâ. And Dick, is just thatâŠa total dick about it. âUmmm yes, thatâs all I wanted. To be charged the price on the menu.â Dick, did you not understand what they said? You LOOKED AT THE WRONG PRICE! The manager, who is a slight little man, agreed to adjust the price, but Dickâs mood didnât change. After the manager left our table he proceeded to complain about the issue. I really donât see a problem here. You misread the prices, got pissy about it, the manager adjusted the price and now youâre still complaining like a little bitch about a total of $4. Seriously?
But the icing on the cake happens when the waitress comes back by, to let us know that the restaurant also typed in the wrong price for the drinks on the menu, and tells that they were actually supposed to be $12. So if we come in in the future, she just wanted us to know that the price would be different. She didnât want us to be caught off guard. I thought this was done very nicely and she wasnât suggesting anything about the visit we had tonight. She was very kind about it and said it in a way that made me feel like she was just looking out for us and our future satisfaction with their restaurant. But, this is not how Dick takes it. He continues to complain to me, somehow making it seem like heâs a victim or something. Dude, chill the fuck out!
When the bill arrives, Dick does the UNTHINKABLE. At least itâs unthinkable to me. Someone who at many, many points in her life, has found herself in the hospitality industry either as a primary or part-time job. He writes a big old GOOSE-EGG in the tip line. At first, I think that maybe heâs going to leave a cash tip. But nope. He does nothing. Sadly, Iâm one of those people who just donât carry cash, so it wasnât as if I could drop a $20 to offset his being a total DICK! I was TOTALLY MORTIFIED!!!
What he perceived as a slight, was literally his own fucking issue, misreading the menu. I, under NO CIRCUMSTANCE, condone not tipping a server. If itâs bad service, perhaps lessen what you would typically give. Iâm a steady 20% tipper, more if service is great and a little less if Iâve got someone who is SERIOUSLY unattentive. But I can say, Iâve never NOT TIPPED a server. Fucking ridiculous.
After we left the restaurant Dick asked me if I wanted to walk down by the water. My skin is crawling from the way that heâs treated that server. No fucking way that I want to go anywhere else with you! I told him that I had an early morning and really needed to call my car. So, he turns to me and says âok, give me a kissâ. What the fuck are you smoking dude? I give him a hug and proceed to pull up my Uber app and call my car. Not only does he not ask me if I want him to wait with me for my car, he simply says âmaybe Iâll see you aroundâ. Ummmm, no thank you, Dick.
Summary: Hereâs a tip, learn to fucking read!
And for my readers, please TIP YOUR SERVERS AND BARTENDERS!!!
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