#baby you're a firework

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 404 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 このままいけばあなたは敵と対峙し このままいけばあなたはヴィランとたいじし kono mama ikeba anata wa VIRAN to taiji shi If you continue like this, you will face a villain

2 言い表せようもない程…凄惨な死を迎える‼︎ いいあらわせようもないほど…���いさんなしをむかえる‼︎ ii arawaseyou mo nai hodo...seisan na shi wo mukaeru!! and die an unspeakably...gruesome death!!

tagline 1 かつて、相棒が視た未来ーー かつて、ナイトアイがみたみらいーー katsute, NAITOAI (kanji: aibou) ga mita mirai-- Once before, the future that Nighteye (read as: his partner) saw--

tagline 2 No.404　大好き‼︎オールマイト‼︎　堀越耕平 ナンバー404　だいすき‼︎オールマイト‼︎　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 404 daisuki!! OORU MAITO!!   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 404 We love you!! All Might!!  Kouhei Horikoshio

3 風が かぜが kaze ga The wind

4 吹いていた ふいていた fuite ita was blowing.

1 今日はパイでもつくろうか きょうはパイでもつくろうか kyou wa PAI demo tsukurou ka "Shall we make some pie today?"

2-3 遠くの危より今日の締切じゃボケ！ とおくのきよりきょうのしめきりじゃボケ！ tooku no ki yori kyou no shimekiri ja BOKE! "Today's deadline is worse than some distant danger, idiot!"

4 気流がおかしい… きりゅうがおかしい… kiryuu ga okashii... "The wind stream is strange..."

5 メリルさっきの放送事故 メリルさっきのほうそうじこ MERIRU sakki no housou jiko "Meryl's broadcasting blunder from earlier"

6 もうアップされてる mou APPU sareteru "has already been uploaded."

7-8 今後ジェット気流に乗ってーー北米にも影響を及ぼす可能性があります こんごジェットきりゅうにのってーーほくべいにもえいきょうをおよぼすかのうせいがあります kongo JETTO kiryuu ni notte--hokubei ni mo eikyou wo oyobosu kanousei ga arimasu “From here on, there is a chance it could ride a jet stream and affect North America as well.”

9 マルティンごはんよー MARUTIN gohan yoo "Martin, food!"

10 オールマイト… OORU MAITO... "All Might..."

11 死んじゃやだな しんじゃやだな shinja ya da na "I don't want him to die."

1 小僧！ こぞう！ kozou! "Kid!"

1 再び"変速"を発動すれば今度こそ反動からは逃れられん！ ふたたび"へんそく"をはつどうすればこんどこそはんどうからはのがれられん！ futatabi "hensoku" wo hatsudou sureba kondo koso handou kara wa nogareraren! "If you activate Gear Shift again, you won't be able to escape from the backlash this time!"

2 勝ち筋を見出してからでなければーー… かちすじをみいだしてからでなければーー… kachisuji wo miidashite kara de nakereba--... "Unless we find a way to win--..."

3 "変速"!!! "2nd (kanji: hensoku)"!!! "Second (read as: Gear Shift)"!!!

1 間に合わない まにあわない ma ni awanai "You won't make it."

2 わかってんだろ？ wakattendaro? "You understand, right?"

3 おまえの中のオールマイトがーー おまえのなかのオールマイトがーー omae no naka no OORU MAITO ga-- "The All Might inside you--"

4 曖昧な姿だったのは本人がまだ生きていたからじゃないのか？ あいまいなすがただったのはほんにんがまだいきていたからじゃないのか？ aimai na sugata datta no wa honnin ga mada ikite ita kara ja nai no ka? "Isn't the reason why he looked so unclear because his real self was still alive?"

5 それが今形を成し始めているのはそういう事じゃあないのか？ それがいかたちをなしはじめているのはそういうことじゃあないのか？ sore ga ima katachi wo nashi hajimete iru no wa sou iu koto jaa nai no ka? "Isn't that why he's starting to take shape now?"

1 世界に夢を見せた男の死で せかいにゆめをみせたおとこのしで sekai ni yume wo miseta otoko no shi de "With the death of the man who showed a dream to the world,"

2 夢は現実に還るんだ ゆめはげんじつにかえるんだ yume wa genjitsu ni kaerunda "the dream will return to reality."

1 誰かの握った拳が だれかのにぎったこぶしが dareka no nigitta kobushi ga Someone's clenched fist...

2 誰かの吐息が だれかのといきが dareka no toiki ga Someone's long sigh...

3 あなたが殺される…未来を変えたくて あなたがころされる…みらいをかえたくて anata ga korosareru...mirai wo kaetakute I wanted to change the future...where you will be killed,

4 変える術を探ってきた… かえるすべをさぐってきた… kaeru sube wo sagutte kita... so I have been searching for a way to change it...

5 …エネルギーなんじゃないか…と思うんだ… …エネルギーなんじゃないか…とおもうんだ… ...ENERUGII nanja nai ka...to omounda... ...It's some sort of energy...I think...

6 己が強く望む未来… おのれがつよくのぞむみらい… onore ga tsuyoku nozomu mirai... A future for which I wished strongly...

7 望む…エネルギー のぞむ…エネルギー nozomu...ENERUGII Energy...from wishing.

8 ブラジルでの蝶の羽ばたきは ブラジルでのちょうのはばたきは BURAJIRU de no chou no habataki wa A butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil

9 テキサスでハリケーンを引き起こす テキサスでハリケーンをひきおこす TEKISASU de HARIKEEN wo hikiokosu causes a hurricane in Texas.

1 誰かの祈りが だれかのいのりが dareka no inori ga Someone's prayer...

2 クソザコのてめェが力をつけて…！ クソザコのてめェがちからをつけて…！ KUSO ZAKO no temeE ga chikara wo tsukete...! Why'd a damn weakling like you get that kind of power...!

3 オールマイトに認められて… オールマイトにみとめられて… OORU MAITO ni mitomerarete... You were recognized by All Might...

4 なのに何で俺はっ なのになんでおれはっ nanoni nande ore wa So why was it me...

5 オールマイトを終わらせちまってんだ オールマイトをおわらせちまってんだ OORU MAITO wo owarasechimattenda who put an end to All Might?

1-4 爆轟少年… ばくごうしょうねん… Bakugou-shounen... "Young Bakugou..."

5 勝つぞ!!! かつぞ!!! katsu zo!!! "We'll win!!!"

tagline ただの鼓舞ではない、その叫びは確かな決意‼︎ ただのこぶではない、そのさけびはたしかなけつい‼︎ tada no kobu de wa nai, sono sakebi wa tashika na ketsui!! It's not just for encouragement, that shout is certain determination!!

[m3r1m4r5u333]

I'm currently trying to resist the urge to delete or edit like. Half my posts. About Eddie. Because yeah I do feel like it really clicked for me truly just today, who he is and has been this whole time. I mean. I wasn't far off, assuming I really figured it out now. (Feels like it, it finally feels logical?)

But I really did have trouble understanding and kinda... trusting, I guess, his belief system.

It's been super educational though and I love that. In my native country Catholism doesn't have a big following and I really knew very little about the diversity under that umbrella.

Also I am an atheist and I've certainly got religious trauma, so it was just really hard for me to trust that any religious concepts could co-exist that well with queerness. (I mean, don't get me wrong. I outgrew that whole supernatural t-shirt a long, long time ago, and it won't be making a comeback. Too many holes.)

Still. Nice to be introduced to such a gentle version of a faith system, nevertheless. I do find it quite beautiful. The best version of it, anyway.

[frost-faerie]

someitmes life is just a bag of crisps taped together with duct tape and i think thats beautiful

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Do you think Karim will become The King?

It might happen! But the show could also go in a direction where Karim's choices make this impossible, or even irrelevant.

I do think he's going to Try Something Big! But whether he succeeds, fails, exacts some vengeance, or maybe suffers consequences is gonna be really interesting to watch unfold!

[pastacatprod]

BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK

BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK

BABY YOU'RE A

FI

RE

WORK

BABY YOU'RE A FI

RE

WOOOOOOORK

[paceparkergirl]

Cuz baby you're a firework! Boom boom boom even brighter than the moon moon moon 💜💥TJ💥💜

[dawnrider]

Whirlwind finish and editing! 🙌🏽 For the Fourth (in the US) I have some fluff with light hurt/comfort for the Hanyou Holidays universe. I hope you enjoy! Stay safe out there! Baby, That's a You're a Firework on AO3

[princess-of-the-corner]

I found "leaked picture" of Colt Phantom:

FUCKENING

[nitronapalm]

@pompedia asked:

“Hey - hey! Hey! It’s me! Marinette, it’s me, hey.”

Katsuki didn't remember what the nightmare had been about, honestly, he'd just found himself bolting awake with some figure over him and had nearly panicked -- until said figure had spoken and he recognized it as his girlfriend's voice.

Wordlessly, he pulled her closer to press his face into her collarbone, inhaling her scent and the warmth that came with it and gradually calming down from whatever the hell that nightmare had been. Obviously it had been bad enough to send him into a panic attack, so he really wasn't sure he even wanted to know.

He could already feel himself calming down pretty quickly, Pigtails -- Marinette -- always seemed to have that effect on him, no matter the situation.

"...Didn't hurt you, did I?" he finally mumbled into her shirt.

[jeysecretive]

just a scribble. I think I'll give them to... @studioboner !!!

[sufficientlylargen]

It always gets me that the name "Gandalf" literally just means "Wand-Elf" or "Stick-Elf". I'm imagining old Gondorians just being like:

Librarian: I saw that weird guy at the library again today.

Guard 1: What weird guy?

Librarian: The old guy with the beard? Kinda elfy-looking, apart from the beard?

Guard 1: Oh, with the big-ass stick?

Librarian: Yeah, looked like he was carrying an entire tree branch.

Guard 2: Yeah, that's the Stick Elf.

Guard 1: Hell yeah, I fuckin' love the Stick Elf.

Librarian: The "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: He comes by every few years, usually after some weird book or other.

Librarian: Oh. Yeah, he wanted a treatise on goblin breeding habits.

Guard 2: Like, how they have sex? We have books on that?

Librarian: Yeah, turns out we do. I was as surprised as you are.

Guard 1: What'd the Stick Elf need a fuckin' goblin-fuckin' book for?

Librarian: I didn't ask. So you just call him "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: I mean, he looks kinda elfy and he always has that stick, so, like, yeah.

Guard 1: Dude also has some fuckin' dope pipeweed.

Guard 2: Oh yeah, his pipeweed is awesome.

Librarian: How long has he been coming here?

Guard 2: Oh, for decades. He's, like, super old.

Guard 1: More like fuckin' centuries. Dude's old as balls.

Guard 2: Wait, really?

Guard 1: Yeah, my gran-gran used to talk about him. She loved his pipeweed too.

Librarian: So he's… an immortal pipeweed dealer?

Guard 2: I think he's just, like, a connoisseur. He doesn't sell it or anything. He just always has some really top-notch pipeweed on him.

Archivist: Oh, are we talking about Stick Elf?

Guard 1: Hell yeah we are!

Librarian: You know about the Stick Elf, too?

Archivist: Oh, totally. Stick-Elf's a super chill dude. Gave me some awesome pipeweed when I was maybe 12, and tee-bee-aitch I think I'm still a little buzzed from it.

Guard 1: What'd I tell ya, fuckin' dope pipeweed!

Archivist: Also he's really old.

Guard 1: Old as balls.

Librarian: Yeah, so Éodan and Jenniforomir were telling me.

Archivist: My grandpa used to tell me stories - he said one time he saw Stick Elf enter a smoke-ring contest.

Guard 1: Ooh, I'll bet he kicked fuckin' ass.

Archivist: Apparently the guy made an entire warship out of smoke and it flew around shooting down the other rings.

Librarian: And how much of this "fuckin' dope" pipeweed had your grandfather had by this point?

Guard 1: No no, that's totally plausible. Dude's got weird elf powers and shit for sure.

Archivist: He brought fireworks for the king's birthday one year, too.

Guard 1: Oh fuck, I forgot about those! Fuckin' incredible fireworks! Dragons and knights and glowy trees and shit! I was fuckin' 6 years old or something, they totally blew my mind. Hey Éodan, did you see that shit?

Guard 2: No, I think that's before I lived in Gondor.

Guard 1: Wait, you're not from here?

Guard 2: Oh, no, I grew up in Rohan. We moved here when I was, like, thirteen because my uncle Éojeff said he could get my dad a sweet job. And also that there were houses that didn't smell like horseshit.

Guard 1: Oh shit, are you related to Éojeff and Éosteve who run that æbleskiver stand on Norndîl St?

Guard 2: Yeah, they're my uncles!

Guard 1: Shit, they cook a fuckin' great æbleskiver!

Librarian: Ok, hold up a sec, "Stick Elf" can't possibly be his real name.

Guard 1: Why not?

Librarian: What? You think his parents named him in the hopes that he would carry around a fucking tree when he got older?

Guard 2: Maybe they gave him the tree when he was born!

Archivist: I don't think a baby could carry that stick.

Guard 1: You ever seen a baby hanging onto something? They're hella strong.

Archivist: It's not a strength thing, their hands are tiny. That staff is enormous!

Guard 1: My halberd's bigger 'n I am, I can hold it just fine.

Archivist: You're not a baby.

Librarian: Also why would elf parents name their kid "stick ELF"?! Presumably they know that their kid's going to be an elf!

Archivist: Is he actually an elf? I didn't think they grew beards.

Guard 1: How'd he get old as balls if he's not an elf?

Guard 2: His ears aren't that pointy. Maybe he's just a really old guy? Like, a Numémoriam or something?

Guard 1: Did you just say "Numémoriam"?

Guard 2: Nûnenorman? Munimõrbitan? Y'know, those guys like the king that can get super old.

Guard 1: You mean the fuckin' Númenóreans?

Guard 2: Yeah, the Númenóreums.

Archivist: Even the Númenóreans don't live THAT long.

Guard 1: Plus he carries that fuckin' stick around.

Guard 2: Wait, what does the stick have to do with it?

Guard 1: That's an elf thing. Y'know, trees and shit? Very elfy.

Librarian: Ok, look, but his parents naming him "Stick Elf" would be weird whether or not he's an elf. In fact, it's even weirder if he's not - what human names their kid "elf"?

Archivist: Huh. Yeah, you're right, he probably does have another name.

Guard 2: Yeah, I guess so.

Librarian: He's been coming here for decades and nobody's ever asked his real name?

Archivist: I dunno what to tell you, he's Stick Elf. Even his library card just says 'Stick Elf'.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah, the Stick Elf!

Guard 2: Maybe we could, like, ask him his name sometime?

Guard 1: Hey, look, Elrond's over there. He's old as balls too, maybe he knows?

Guard 2: Oh, we shouldn't interru-

Guard 1: HEY ELROND, YOU'RE OLD AS BALLS, RIGHT? WHAT'S THAT OLD ELF WITH THE STICK'S NAME?

Elrond (coming over): Do you mean an old man cloaked all in grey and blue, leaning on a rough-cut staff, who came to the great library this day?

Guard 1: Yeah, the Stick-Elf!

Guard 2: (Sorry to bother you, sir...)

Librarian: He's got to have a real name besides 'the Stick Elf', right?

Elrond: Indeed, for no elf is he. You speak of the wizard Olórin, wisest of the Maiar, older even than Eä itself. Many are his names in many countries: Tharkûn among the Dwarves; Incánus to the south; Mithrandir he is called among my people, the Grey Pilgrim.

Librarian: Oh.

Elrond: And here in the North he is called Stick-Elf.

Librarian: Oh.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah!

[bradleycarlgeiger]

[antennatoheaven]

who the fuck is lighting up fireworks its october

[crows-and-cookies]

REGARDLESS OF THOSE WHO IT MAY AFFECT IN PHYSICAL AND MENTAL WAYS

MYTH: Americans set off fireworks on the 4th of July, in honor of our Independence Day

FACT: Americans set off fireworks from approximately June 20th—July 20th, for no reason other than this is the time of year that you can literally buy them at any grocery store

[physalian]

How to Make Your Writing Less Stiff Part 3

Crazy how one impulsive post has quickly outshined every other post I have made on this blog. Anyway here’s more to consider. Once again, I am recirculating tried-and-true writing advice that shouldn’t have to compromise your author voice and isn’t always applicable when the narrative demands otherwise.

Part 1

Part 2

1. Eliminating to-be verbs (passive voice)

Am/is/are/was/were are another type of filler that doesn’t add anything to your sentences.

There were fireworks in the sky tonight. /// Fireworks glittered in the sky tonight.

My cat was chirping at the lights on the ceiling. /// My cat chirped at the lights on the ceiling.

She was standing /// She stood

He was running /// He ran

Also applicable in present tense, of which I’ve been stuck writing lately.

There are two fish-net goals on either end of the improvised field. /// Two fish-net goals mark either end of the improvised field.

For once, it’s a cloudless night. /// For once, the stars shine clear.

Sometimes the sentence needs a little finagling to remove the bad verb and sometimes you can let a couple remain if it sounds better with the cadence or syntax. Generally, they’re not necessary and you won’t realize how strange it looks until you go back and delete them (it also helps shave off your word count).

Sometimes the to-be verb is necessary. You're writing in past-tense and must convey that.

He was running out of time does not have the same meaning as He ran out of time, and are not interchangeable. You'd have to change the entire sentence to something probably a lot wordier to escape the 'was'. To-be verbs are not the end of the world.

2. Putting character descriptors in the wrong place

I made a post already about motivated exposition, specifically about character descriptions and the mirror trope, saying character details in the wrong place can look odd and screw with the flow of the paragraph, especially if you throw in too many.

She ties her long, curly, brown tresses up in a messy bun. /// She ties her curls up in a messy brown bun. (bonus alliteration too)

Generally, I see this most often with hair, a terrible rule of threes. Eyes less so, but eyes have their own issue. Eye color gets repeated at an exhausting frequency. Whatever you have in your manuscript, you could probably delete 30-40% of the reminders that the love interest has baby blues and readers would be happy, especially if you use the same metaphor over and over again, like gemstones.

He rolled his bright, emerald eyes. /// He rolled his eyes, a vibrant green in the lamplight.

To me, one reads like you want to get the character description out as fast as possible, so the hand of the author comes in to wave and stop the story to give you the details. Fixing it, my way or another way, stands out less as exposition, which is what character descriptions boil down to—something the audience needs to know to appreciate and/or understand the story.

3. Lacking flow between sentences

Much like sentences that are all about the same length with little variety in syntax, sentences that follow each other like a grocery list or instruction manual instead of a proper narrative are difficult to find gripping.

Jack gets out a stock pot from the cupboard. He fills it with the tap and sets it on the stove. Then, he grabs russet potatoes and butter from the fridge. He leaves the butter out to soften, and sets the pot to boil. He then adds salt to the water.

From the cupboard, Jack drags a hefty stockpot. He fills it with the tap, adds salt to taste, and sets it on the stove.

Russet potatoes or yukon gold? Jack drums his fingers on the fridge door in thought. Russet—that’s what the recipe calls for. He tosses the bag on the counter and the butter beside it to soften.

This is just one version of a possible edit to the first paragraph, not the end-all, be-all perfect reconstruction. It’s not just about having transitions, like ‘then’, it’s about how one sentence flows into the next, and you can accomplish better flow in many different ways.

4. Getting too specific with movement.

I don’t see this super often, but when it happens, it tends to be pretty bad. I think it happens because writers feel the need to overcompensate and over-clarify on what’s happening. Remember: The more specific you get, the more your readers are going to wonder what’s so important about these details. This is fiction, so every detail matters.

A ridiculous example:

Jack walks over to his closet. He kneels down at the shoe rack and tugs his running shoes free. He walks back to his desk chair, sits down, and ties the laces.

Unless tying his shoes is a monumental achievement for this character, all readers would need is:

Jack shoves on his running shoes.

*quick note: Do not add "down" after the following: Kneels, stoops, crouches, squats. The "down" is already implied in the verb.

This also happens with multiple movements in succession.

Beth enters the room and steps on her shoelace, nearly causing her to trip. She kneels and ties her shoes. She stands upright and keeps moving.

Or

Beth walks in and nearly trips over her shoelace. She sighs, reties it, and keeps moving.

Even then, unless Beth is a chronically clumsy character or this near-trip is a side effect of her being late or tired (i.e. meaningful), tripping over a shoelace is kind of boring if it does nothing for her character. Miles Morales’ untied shoelaces are thematically part of his story.

Sometimes, over-describing a character’s movement is meant to show how nervous they are—overthinking everything they’re doing, second-guessing themselves ad nauseam. Or they’re autistic coded and this is how this character normally thinks as deeply methodical. Or, you’re trying to emphasize some mundanity about their life and doing it on purpose.

If you’re not writing something where the extra details service the character or the story at large, consider trimming it.

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These are *suggestions* and writing is highly subjective. Hope this helps!

[theosbaby]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ casually thinking about...

flashing mattheo during an argument

NSFW content ahead, +18

one second, he's shouting some unintelligible shit at you, and the next one, he's almost drooling at the sight of your pretty tits, naked just for him to see. he's falling silent in fucking milliseconds. but god, they're so bloody perfect... how could he not stare at them?

It's not fair, you know he loves them, and you use that knowledge against him. every. fucking. time.

he can't even remember what you were fighting about in the first place, not that he cares anymore, anyways. your full, round tits have him fucking mesmerised, the only thing in his mind at the moment being his feral need to bury his face in them and never come out again, not even for air.

"baby," he would growl, eyes not able to look away from your boobs.

you swear you can see a faint blush appear on his cheeks as you tell him, "i don't wanna fight anymore." you pout cutely at him while you're still tugging your top over your breasts, the piece of clothing it's so small that mattheo wonders how they were fitting inside it in the first place.

"me neither," he replies quietly, starting to walk towards you, not being able to stay away for a second more. "i'm sorry, a'ight?"

"it's okay... 'm sorry too," you also apologise, a little smile tugging at the corner of your plump lips as you watch him leaning forward to wrap his strong arms around you, lifting you up so your tits are right on his face.

and when he finally gets to bury his face in your glorious tits, he's not letting go. he's dragging you to his bed and dropping you in it without pulling an inch away. he lays on top of you, between your spread thighs, lips kissing your soft, pillowy flesh.

"fuck, i love these," he'd mumble against your chest, his hands squeezing your sides tightly. "so fucking perfect."

you chuckle softly at that, which makes your tits bounce slightly, and god, the sight makes him hard in seconds. he hums contently against the supple flesh of your boobs as he teasingly starts sucking and licking your tits everywhere but your nipples, alternating between the two as if he can't decide which one he wants to focus on.

his hands are roaming over your body, groping and caressing your curves as if he's re-learning them. he's squeezing your thighs, your ass, and occasionally, going up to your soft tummy, rough finger pads making goosebumps erupt in your skin.

you don't disturb him, letting him play with your boobs as he pleases while you run your slender fingers through his unruly curly hair. sometimes, you caress his face tenderly, watching with heavy lidded eyes while he worships your body. you find it cute, how much he loves your breasts. he's always wanting to touch them, lick them, kiss them... and it fucking turns you on so much, because you're so sensitive there.

you moan when finally settles on one nipple, sucking on it hard while his hand kneads the other breast. he'd push both boobs together, his mouth dropping the already hard peak he was sucking on to lick at the other. his hips are bucking against you the whole time, grinding his hard on against your drenched core.

he's definitely leaving marks, which you complain about, but he just looks up at you, pupils blown, and says, "they're mine, aren't they? i'll mark 'em if i want to."

after that, he slips his hand inside your shorts and panties, finding you completely soaked for him and that fact makes him groan as he returns to suck on your perky, reddened nipples. his fingers rub your swollen, little clit, making you whimper and squirm beneath him, but he uses his free hand to grab you and keep you still while he stuffs you full of his fingers, burying them knuckles deep. he's making you cum in minutes, orgasm so good that feels like fireworks exploding inside your tummy.

and then, once he's satisfied you, he rips both of your clothes off and makes you ride him. he'd be such a mess beneath you as he watches you jump on top of him, little whimpers escaping his lips against his will. the sight of your perfect tits bouncing right on his face while your tight little pussy squeezes his cock makes him cum so fucking fast that he's almost embarrassed... almost.

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