#had to google both of these anyways since english is not my first language and i LOVE THAT

[chaoticfandomthot]

Where I live they are not the same sorry, moonrats are known as a “common gymnures” in some places. Not disappointed. Let’s run it again.

Moonrats or Philippines gymnures?

This is SUCH a hard choice to make honestly i took so long to answer cause i was all up in struggletown

Like Philippines gymnures are so cute and interesting and tiny but moonrats (first of all dope ass name) are so scrungly and interesting and fun and this choice is tearing me apart... .... ..... i pick moonrats...

Thoughts?

[yurunivo]

Sypnosis: In which, you show your husband the fanfics and ai bots of himself

TW: fluff, implied suggestive at the end, MDNI just in case, very poor writing, basic plot, english is not my first language

Characters: Pro player!Itoshi Rin x fem!reader

It was no secret that your husband, THE Itoshi Rin loves to spoil you, considering that you are his wife, but sometimes you like to think that your privellages might have been too much. Especially since you used your phone that he bought you for some really weird reasons.

Currently, you were just watching edits of your husband. It was really obnoxious that most of the sounds were phonk edits, but you didn't really care. Who wouldn't want to see their husband's pretty face anyway?

However, there was one thing that was nagging your brain for the past few hours. You couldn't really check by then, since you were doing chores but now seemed like the perfect time to check.

You went on to google and searched up ao3, a devious idea coming to mind. Searching the two words 'Itoshi' and then 'Rin' caused you to get so many pages in his tag. So many works in his name as you began to scroll. You went past the smut, too embarrassed to even click on them and looked at the tags of the others.

"Hiori Yo/Itoshi Rin, Isagi Yoichi/Itoshi Rin, even Shidou Ryusei/Itoshi Rin! Gosh, how many fanfics are there? There's even x reader fanfics!" You laughed to yourself. It was really funny reading all the fics. Most of them were created when you and Rin were in the dating stage, when fans believed that their delusions were true and that you and Rin had a chance to break up. Now there's barely any of those, just a few fanfics of you and Rin, which you adored (you didn't read the few smut fics in your tag).

You thought of more ways to annoy him, all ideas slipping out as you groaned in frustration.

'What about the ai bots?' You thought. You quickly went out of the website, frantically typing character.ai with a few typos and misspellings. Signing in to the website, you again wrote your husband's name. Hundreds, if not thousands of bots came out as your mouth came wide open. You giggled to yourself. Clicking on a random bot, you thought of his reaction to these when he comes back home.

Rin hated having to work with his 'teammates'.

The entire day, everyone was just running around, not doing anything and just being lukewarm bastards (or so he thinks). Right now, he was driving, just eager to meet you back home (he was never going to admit that). He was going to be mad if you weren't available.

He arrived at his destination, parking the car in his garage. Getting out of the car, he immediately walked to the front door, too tired of everything and everyone. He rang the bell as you quickly went to open the door. His gaze softened at seeing you, kissing your forehead as you welcomed him.

It was a very basic evening, there was only a bit of talking and you two ate dinner at that time. After dinner was a horror movie watching time, which was just you clutching onto him at all the scary parts. He didn't really mind, it was just a little difficult to focus.

Two hours of a horror movie later you and Rin were both in bed. You got into your pajamas while he was already in bed with his boxers. You hadn't forgotten about the things online in one bit. Taking your phone, you got into bed with him.

"Rinnie, can I show you something?" You said, getting closer to him, clutching your phone in hand and trying your best to not burst into laughter.

He subtly nodded, his attention all on you now. You went to your character ai tab, searching his name as he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"What are you doing?" He asked, very skeptical. You just smiled, pressing the search button and revealing all the bots on one page. You started to click on some of them, reading the messages out loud. You didnt really see his face, too busy just embarrassing him with the ai. Although, it was quite easy to tell that his face was red, considering that he was awfully quiet and was trying to take away your phone.

"Oh and there's more!" You said enthusiastically, already hearing his groan from embarrassment.

"Please stop," he begged. It's the first time he did in your relationship as a married couple, causing you to be a bit shocked, but you still didn't give in. In fact, it gave you more motivation to go further.

"Nope!" You said with a smile. "Look! There's so many of you and Isagi!" Now you could practically feel the anger radiating out of him. You knew that you were walking on thin ice, but it was very unlikely that anything was going to happen.

"There's also a few of you and me-" before you could finish that sentence, he took your phone away. He got off from the bed and stood up as you went after him, jumping at your phone as you couldn't reach. He clicked at one fanfic as he skimmed through the entire one shot. You didn't know that he clicked on a smut.

His ears turned red as he read that explicit fic while you were still reaching for your phone. He left your phone on your bedside table after finishing it. You immediately went to get it but he grabbed your waist and gently put you on the bed. He got your phone again and opened it to show the tab that he was reading from.

"Is this what you read that often?" He sounded disappointed. You couldn't even focus by the second paragraph, eyes diverting anywhere but the bright screen.

"No! I just did this to annoy you, I don't actually read it!" You frantically explained, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. Some part of you realized that you were fucked, big time. But the other part was still hoping that there was still a way out of your predicament.

He hummed, tossing the phone away.

"If that's the case, then I'm sure that it won't be a problem that I take some 'pointers' from this on you right?" He held your chin gently, forcing you to look at him as you gulped.

Shit

You truly fucked up badly.

Idk where I got this motivation from

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i tell my thesis coordinator, about one of my groupmates lack of comitment?

I want to start saying english is not my first language, and give some over all info. I am writing this on the 28th of November, 2023, a Tuesday. I am a Game Design major.

Ok, so i am doing my thesis work, and for what we thought it was going super well!

We have 5 members in our group, me, the game designer, 2 artist (M and B) and 2 programers (A and P).

As I said I thought things were going fine, we had a dead line for monday, yesterday as I am writing this, and we planned to have everything done by Sunday, with monday being a playtest by 3 people or so.

Both artists had all tasks done by wednesday and friday, and both were helping me with formating the big game design document 194 pages long baby! Wich got done by saturday night. However, I got informed by P that there were some issues with the code for the game, and they were gonna try and fix it by monday afternoon. It comes monday and i try and talk to both programers to get info on the game, and A tells me he can't talk cuse he is to busy and that he needs me to write the conclusion of our thesis paper. I found it weird that he asked me that now, since he said the writing was done on June! I believed that we only had to add some in game screenshots, but I write it the conclusion without any arguments.

Anyway, me and the other 2 artists get in a call to check the prsentation slides, and M says she has something important to talk about. B joins and the truth comes out. M explains that A has been doing another persons thesis coding work, not helping, but doing it entirely! We were super surprised and she asks us to not tell anyone else, and says this has been going on for a while, and she did confront A about it a week back, and he promissed he wasn't gonna work on the other guys project. Turns out he did work on it mutiple times, and even filmed the walktrough of the game for the guy. As I am writing this, A has told her he was working on this today.

Before we continue with this mess, I want to explain how M has found this out. A few months back A did tell her he was helping this other guy out with the code, he is a good programer and this dude is doing the thesis by himself, so she didn't think much of it, but a few weeks back, when she was asking A to implement some assets she had finished, he said he was to busy with Guy's project to do it. At this point she realised how much he was involved, and let me tell you, M knows how to extract information, she now knows A is also being PAID for it, he guy owns 500 bucks to A from what I gathered, besides what has alredy been paid. ANYWAYS let's get back to this mess.

I was so tired I couldn't even really react, and just did what I had to do that day, by this point I gathered we wouldn't be able to do the playtest, and write the thesis conclusion acordingly. Around 10 PM the programers tell me the game still has a few glitches but they have uploaded it to the google drive, and i do a one over and send in the file for avaluation.

I spent today mostly relaxing, reading and watching some videos, but around 7pm i am consumed by the anger and betrayel i couldn't feel yesterday, and I talk to B about what happened

We agreed we had to confront M about the situation, and since me and B were not supposed to know about it, she had to talk to A. She said she alredy did, and told us that A was planing on talking to everyone on the next meeting (tomorrow), however, i argue that P needs to know beforehand, since this situation is horrible and he could lash out if A just dropped this on him, us 3 agree and invite P to the group.

Turns out A has told P about it today, but he was so tired from the past few days, he had no energy to react.

We talked a lot, and we agreed we need to talk to our coordinator about this hole mess, wich is probably gonna happen the following days.

So, WIBTA for airing this mess?

What are these acronyms?

[loves1ckgirl]

Denki Kaminari with an online best friend

Denki x American! reader

Online friends + maybe romantic-ish

Note, I have no idea how to write in the grammar of someone learning English so I’m just avoiding contractions and using a bit of chat gtp to make the sentence to be a little more incorrect lol.

He initially met you while playing a FPS at 3am

The game between you and both was mostly silent aside from some English and Japanese cursing, Denki understood some what you said

You however; did not understand him, but assumed he was expressing the same frustration and wasn’t just getting upset at you

After your first game was played, he had sent you a few emojis and a little english

The game you had been playing along side some random from Japan had gone surprisingly well. It was such a bad game for the loser you wondered if it was because they were absolute garbage or all of a sudden you became a gaming god. As you leaned back in your chair and attempted to fix the knot that formed in your back from hunching, you looked back at your computer screen. There you see a friend and message request.

Kaminarieki

“You are good at playing. Can we play more?”

As you read the message, you decide to respond and pray he wasn’t some 30 year old incel. After all, you were bored, and a bit lonely.

After that first interaction, you would go on to play with him often

However, neither of you talked very often especially after you came to the conclusion you didn’t speak the same language

In the end, there were still some short convos

Kaminari liked these, as he thought you were cool

The fact that UA English classes were more rigorous helped him in talking to you (a hero needed to communicate with a large variety of people)

A couple of months in, he was struggling with his classes exponentially, and no amount of help by his friends would help him,

He then thought it was a good idea to message you and explain that he thought it would be nice to talk and learn through a fluent speaker instead

Kaminarieki

“Can we talk a lot I am learning English I think your cool.”

“I’m down. It’s late now though. I have school is tomorrow okay? Also, the your should be you’re”

Kaminari sends a cute little heart emoji,

“Yes. Thank you.”

For awhile, you’d avoid many abbreviations and some complex Slang

Eventually Kaminari had gotten more advanced and you spoke more casually

After exchanging Instagram and other accounts, instead of mostly talking as you guys played, it started during school and random times of day

The time difference didn’t mean much since the both of you had terrible sleep schedules

(Although, he was a bit more regular due to his hero school)

As you talked to him you obviously found more of his personality and it had become more endearing tbh

He’d most definitely google English pick up lines

Eventually as his friends noticed his behavior and how if he’d planned to play with you he’d decline

Also how he’d be texting more than before (mostly on his Sundays and Monday’s as you’d be awake the longest when he was.)

Lowkey hates the time difference tbh.

Anyway, as his friends noticed him typing away on those two days in particular they’d begun to ask questions about who he was texting

“My friend.” He’d say, looking up from the phone for a second before continuing the text. Mina had begun even more curious than previously.

“Whaaa? Friend? Who?” She asks, leaning over the couch and Kaminari’s shoulder. She sees joke flirty messages that he sends and receives.

He ended up telling them about you and explains that’s why his English grade was getting better

Anywayyy he’s overall super cute with you

Basically just being himself

If you ever wanted to learn Japanese he’d 100% do his best to help you enthusiastically

He tries his best to keep you updated since it’s its hard to talk to you regularly

[maximwtf]

request for izzy hands x male or gn reader (romantic). reader is friends with calico jack (i luv will arnett so lets pretend calico is alive lmao). back on hornigold's ship, izzy, blackbeard, calico and reader were extremely close/ tight with one another. so yk how they hinted at calico and ed having relations w one another at some point? maybe that also happened with reader and izzy. like there has always been romantic tension between reader and izzy and they both acted upon it at some points but never really made anything official.

anyways, they each go their separate ways eventually. izzy going with ed and calico and reader being impulsive and crazy sons of bitches who just end up seeing wherever the sea takes them without any plans. years later, calico jack and reader reunite with ed and izzy (and now stede is there of course, as well as the rest of the crew). izzy and ed assumed reader to be dead for a very long time up until this point. idk just re-blossoming romance with izzy x a reader who is his complete opposite and is fucking crazy. first kiss possibly and idk i've never seen any fics where reader is friends with calico so! sorry if this is redundant or hard to read. english is not my first language. bonus points if reader can convince calico jack to take a bath (that man smells like shit 100%)

Izzy Hands x Reader

Words: 4k

Google Docs Pages: 6

Warnings: smoking, drinking, idiots in love fr, if you squint there’s some angst, mostly just fluffy banter idk I don’t usually write stuff like this :”D 

Opening: You go way back with Blackbeard, Calico Jack and Izzy Hands, all the way to the time you were a part of Hornigold’s crew. But eventually all nice things have to come to and end, and you all go your separate ways. You stick with Calico Jack and lose contact with Blackbeard, and Izzy whom you’d grown fond of. 

After a long time, you come across the two at Spanish Jackie'z, and realise that same old fondness never really disappeared. 

AN// Gn Reader! I meant to write this as a he/him, but I forgot xd. I’m so sorry this took me so long to make, omg :”D I got into so many other things after ofmd that I couldn’t bring myself to write the rest of the requests, but aye I’m here again and as good as new! (or maybe not, maybe I forgot how to write for these characters.) Anyway, I’ve had time to let this one brew. I’ve loved the idea since it came in, had lots of fun with this !!

Anyway I wanted to write this before I get Baldur's Gate 3, just in case I want to start writing for that and postpone these even more :”D So enjoy the last Izzy request I had left!! <3

“A light that never goes out.”

As famous as the ship of Hornigold’s might have been, life as a part of the crew was not the easiest. Hornigold wasn’t afraid of threatening his crew, nor was he playing around when he did so. You’d seen how he treated the young cabin boys on board, like disposable toys. And maybe he did have more respect for the older crew members, but that did not save you from the overly hard work and stress of the captain acting on his threats. Which you knew he would do with no problem and most likely with a smile on his face. 

So what did you do to get through your days on a ship like this? You drank with the fleet. And that you were doing now, knowing there wasn’t anything to be done for the day. The sun had already set and the sea calmed down to rest for the night.

An oil lamp on the table was providing some light, otherwise the space was rather murky. An empty rum bottle had fallen on its side in the middle of the table, a freshly opened one going across the table, person to person. There wasn’t any to waste, though you played around with the thought of sharing being caring.  

Calico Jack sat on the other side of the table from you, Edward closest to him. You watched the bottle being passed between them, the noise of Izzy moving ever so slightly behind you bringing you back from your thoughts. This allowed you to pick up on the topic of the conversation. Jack and Edward complaining about the captain, Jack clearly a little more buzzed based on his speech. You flashed them a lazy smile, agreeing with what they were saying that way. Not joining the conversation since the two of them seemed to be so deep into it. But it was nothing unusual. Usually as the night went on the two of them would continue to converse, leaving you and Izzy to the sidelines to do your own thing and jump in on the topic when you felt like it. But neither of you minded that, usually finding the silence comfortable or conversing with each other silently. He was pleasant to talk to, even if you knew he wasn’t so fond of Jack and his behaviour that had rubbed off on you over time. Though, you tried to keep it at bay when with him.  

You leaned back on your chair, stretching your arms. The action allowed you to see Izzy as he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. You gave him a look, not asking for anything but hoping he got the idea. And he did, he always did. Which you were glad of, since asking to come for a smoke with him felt like you’d turned into a begging puppy. Knowing the next time you or anyone else would get their hands on some more was unknown. 

So you excused yourself, leaving for the main deck with him. Not going far, near the railing. You leaned against the gunwale, eyes fixated on the light waves hitting the hull. Izzy followed suit, leaning his elbow on the gunwale before lighting the cigarette he was holding. He took the first drag from it before offering it to you. Of course he did, he never gave you your own. That would have been a waste of the small amount you each had, but that did not stop you from complaining about it. “Leftovers?” You raised your brows a little, still taking the cigarette from him. “Better for yer health,” was what he usually went with, like this time as well. “Fuck off,” you replied with a chuckle and took a slow drag. He didn’t say anything to that, turning his eyes to the water as well. 

You didn’t dare to smoke much of what he had left, handing the cigarette back to him. The silence around the two of you wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, but you felt the need to break it. Something of the way Jack and Edward had been conversing had sparked the interest of talking within you as well. “You ever thought of leaving? Finding another ship to board?” You asked, curious of his answer to be truthful. Because you had, multiple times in fact. You weren’t even sure of the reason for your extended stay. Was it for the trio you hung around? Or was it the threats you feared? You had not a clue, but perhaps if he had thought of the same thing you could push yourself over the edge of leaving as well. “Hornigold may be half insane, but I’ll follow Ed. Doubt we’ll die here, but he won’t stay here forever.” The man next to you replied, taking a rather long drag from the cigarette before lowering his hand and blowing the smoke into the cool sea air. You hummed, tilting your head in understanding. Though, you couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease the man. So you turned to look at him, pouting as you raised your eyebrows. “Oh?” Was all you had to say for his expression to drop, noticing the way you’d abandoned the initial topic purely for this. “Fuck off, rapscallion. You know what I meant,” he said but you counted on his tone of voice when deciding if he was truly annoyed with you or not. Of which you chose the latter. “What? You’re even pining for him now when you’re up here.” You laughed, following as he shook his head with a disappointed look as he stumped the cigarette. “I’m not going to start this with you,” Izzy mumbled as he turned his eyes back on you. Now clearly a little more annoyed but you said nothing of it, wanting to see where this would go. 

Izzy turned to leave, retreat from the situation. But you had your hopes up, in the sense that you didn’t want for him to leave yet but also hoped that he’d tell you if there was actually something going on. For the sake of your feelings. Which you weren’t going to admit you had for anyone, unless he spoke first. So you took a light hold of the fabric of his shirt, giving him space to leave if he wanted to. But he didn’t. “Come on, ye getting lily-livered on me? Was I right?” You dared to ask, maybe pushing the situation a little far but you took the risk. Though it didn’t seem like he was going to leave, at the very least. He opened his mouth, closing it soon after. Seemingly frustrated. But you saw something else within that initial emotion, hesitation was some of it. Something that had appeared when his back was turned to you earlier. When he thought you wouldn’t notice. 

“Well?” You hummed, an amused look on your face even with the slight anxiety building up within you. His eyes darted across the empty main deck before landing back on you. A sigh left him, pursed his lips in whatever emotion he was feeling at that point. It only making you wonder if you’d gone too far this time.

With a swift motion he placed a hand on your waist, enough to make you land against the gunwale, kissing you rather roughly. A gasp escaped you, eyes widening for a short moment before responding to the action. Something in his manner changed at your response, pulling away slowly and with more calculated movements. It was only when his hand left your waist that you took a breath, blinking at him as your mind tried to come up with anything to say. He didn’t seem to have a grasp on the current situation either, though he had a response in mind for what you’d been waiting for earlier. “Ye never are,” he said before heading back down to Jack and Edward. Leaving you out on the main deck for quite a while before being able to return as well. Only to not speak of that moment openly for a long time after. 

But that was years ago. And after that night and the many more you experienced, the fun came to an end. You all went your separate way, as much as you didn’t like the idea of splitting up in such a manner. But there was no avoiding it. So you chose to stay with Jack, seeing as you had known him for the longest and got along with him the easiest. And as much as he already had seemed like the obvious choice, it also seemed that he did not mind you tagging along with him one bit. 

And there had begun you and his long lasting journey to nowhere. You were finally free of Hornigold’s threats and work, having time to do as you pleased and go where you wanted. And so Calico Jack and you sailed with ships from place to another, keeping from trouble the best you could. Well, from time to time it seemed as if you were keeping him from trouble but at the end of the day it kept the both of you on the safer road. 

But this specific night, you were in the Republic of Pirates. Spanish Jackie'z had become a place the two of you would go to any time you were staying there, and that tradition was not broken this time either. 

The lights were dim where you were seated, at the corner. Not a table Jack would have chosen, but you preferred it. You liked retreating to it if things started getting too rowdy in your opinion, knowing no one would be looking for you in the shaded corners of the tavern. And that was exactly what you were doing now. Observing the people and the conversations happening around you while Jack was causing a commotion somewhere in the crowd. 

And all of that went along how it always did, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, until pirates you didn’t recognize straight away came in. A well groomed man in a fancy clean suit caught your attention first, causing you to furrow your brows in a mix of confusion and interest. He didn’t seem to belong, catching the attention of the other regulars you’d gotten to know over time. With him was a more dark figure, black clothing which blended him in with the rest of the crowd. Or would have if he wasn’t walking so closely to the fancy fellow. The thought made you giggle. But not for long, as your mind started to race when you saw the third party with them, a shorter man. Because the sight of him jogged your memory, made you shake your head to make sure you’d seen correctly. To not get too excited if you’d just been imagining things. But you hadn’t, it was him. And if that was true, the other man must have been Edward. 

Your eyes stayed on Izzy, blinking as the noise from the crowd blended into the background. As if a static had taken over your thoughts. You thought of going over, surprising him perhaps? But you hadn't the time to act on the thought. All the noise suddenly returning as Jack made his way to Edward, almost clinging to the man’s neck. A slight smile making its way to your face, a nostalgic one. Though, you feared what the good old combination of the two would mean for the new fellow. But for now, Edward seemed to be introducing your mate to the man, so you felt at ease with leaving Jack with them. Surely he’d behave….

Your eyes returned to Izzy, finding the man staring at you just as you had done to him. An awkward smile tried to creep its way to your face, feeling the urge to go up to him and have a drink. But the man seemed as if he wanted nothing to do with the place, as that he would have already left if it hadn’t been for you. So you stare back at him, nod your head towards the door he’d just entered from. A subtle invitation for a smoke which you didn’t have, but he didn’t know that when he nodded back at you, accepting the offer. 

So you got up, made your way outside where he had escaped as soon as possible. You took a breath to prepare for a talk, but he beat you to it. “How you are still alive, I cannot say,” he hums, demeanour much calmer than before. His form leaned against a wall, a lot less tense eyes travelled to you. Giving him a chuckle you tilt your head. “Jack is who he is, but he would never-” But it took the mere look he gave you to not finish that sentence. Not what he had meant. “That man may be half insane, but I figured you’d gotten yourself killed elsewhere by now.” He explains, eyes focused on a rum bottle he was opening, figuring out he wasn’t going to get a smoke from you. “Hah! You’d have to find something deadlier than a lead marble to take me down,” you laugh as you take the bottle he was offering. “Though, I’m not sure I can keep dodging the bullet that is an unbathed Jack…” You mumble with a careful expression before taking a swig, earning a low chuckle from Izzy. The angle allowed you to see his face better, confirming that he seemed to be in a better mood. Not as grumpy looking perhaps. But you said nothing of that, letting him off the hook this once. 

The evening starts to resemble a night soon enough, making you and Izzy start to drift over to the shore. At some point, you notice Edward, Jack and the new guy follow, joining in. You wanted to stay longer, to get to know the new man better and to get to talk to Edward as well, but Izzy seemed oddly annoyed with the company getting bigger. So you share a few drinks with them, learn that the name of the man was Stede Bonnet and go your separate ways. 

Separate ways, as in you and Izzy walked over to the jolly boat and waited for the rest of the group to be done with their chatter. Though, it seemed an awful lot like that wasn’t happening any time soon. But while observing the three of them from afar, you noticed that while Stede didn’t seem to be the biggest fan of Calico Jack and the effect he was having on Edward, there was something different in his eyes when he looked at the two of you. 

The man who was now laughing with Ed might have rubbed off on you in the years you’d known him and as much as Stede disliked the persona, something in his chest warmed up when he saw Izzy follow you around. The way he didn’t disturb your rants, listened if not always so keenly and chose to hang around. Because that was something Stede hadn’t seen Izzy do willingly with anyone but Edward. And something about that made the man take peeks at the two of you sitting together, happy for Izzy in his own way. Izzy might have not liked him, but Stede never wanted to make enemies, so perhaps this was good for the self isolated man. 

But you knew nothing of those intentions. Only that his staring was putting you off, not sure what it was about. You could see there was no malice in his eyes. So you couldn’t blame him for staring, for you had been doing that exact same thing to Izzy just back at the bar. But perhaps for different reasons, to which even you hadn’t really given into. It couldn’t be, because all the years at sea should have washed away any previous feelings. There shouldn’t be anything left but an empty table to start over from. A kind of erosion caused by separation. But that thought was too deep to dig into right now. 

You couldn’t quite hear what the three further away were planning, having seated yourself in the boat. Izzy leaning against the head of the small vessel, bottle in hand. The sounds of seagulls far off in the distance, in town. They didn’t bother to come to the shore so late into the night, knowing there was still food to steal where people were buzzed and forgetful. 

“Suppose we’re tagging along.” You start off in order to break the silence which had crept over the two of you. Izzy swirled the liquid in the bottle, raising his gaze over to the sea. “Ain’t that the fucking dream,” he replied but it seemed he mostly meant your companion, not you. But that didn’t prevent you from acting offended. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t miss me at all,” you laugh, the sound of it clearing any doubts from you being tipsy. “Never said I didn’t, ye made that up.” Izzy is quick to answer, allowing himself to drink the leftovers from the bottle, seeing as you’d already had your share and above. You pout at the sight, drawing in a breath. “Hm, maybe I should have been an author after all in that case.” You raised your brows, amused. “Can ye even read?” He asks, eyes back on you. The question receives a chuckle from you before you shake your head. Your drunken mind wanted to say, ‘no, but I can read the tension between us’, but something in you decided against it. Perhaps another time. 

Another moment of silence surrounds the two of you, and for a moment you think you were able to hear the conversation of the three men further up the shore. In reality you should have been a psychic of sorts to have been able to hear them through the sounds of the light waves hitting the stern of the boat.

You smile to yourself, thinking of something to say. “I see yer boyfriend got taken in the end?” You hum, mostly amused but in truth you did want to know if that was what had happened. The question gets Izzy to turn to you swiftly, but the tone of his reply is not affected by it. “He’s still rubbing off on ye. Suppose it’s better you’re tagging along, we’ll get you back on fuckin’ track.” He shakes his head in a disapproving manner, but you see the hint of amusement after his own reply. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you insist. Perhaps he was right, but what else could you have done? You’d been with that menace of a man for years, it was only a matter of time until you would have become a copy of him. Well so you had feared. “Was welcomin’ ye back,” Izzy explains himself. But you had already caught on, just felt the need to be difficult. “So you did miss me, hah!” You chuckle, a little louder than you intended. Perhaps wanting the confirmation more for yourself than anything. In hopes that the earlier thought of erosion had just been a figment of imagination. But the comment only gains a look from Izzy, getting you to lower your voice. 

You drag yourself to a better sitting position, leaning towards the man a little. The bottle in his hand was clearly already empty, yet he attempted to take a swig from it. Perhaps to put out something within him, maybe to get out of the awkward environment you insisted on creating to amuse yourself. But in that moment you let any logical thought go. Taking a gentle hold of his wrist, enough to let him pull away is he so pleased. Yet tight enough to pull him towards you. A test of sorts, to see if he was up for it. To try and light a spark once more, see if it would catch fire this time around. And it takes him quite a while to decide, reluctant. Yet, with a swift motion he kisses you. Giving in to your almost childish suggestion. But that was what lit the spark once more, the same feeling from the past returning. As quick as he had been to pull away, you could have sworn the nostalgic feeling of it all lingered in the air. 

His eyes were focused on you, a hint of fear in them. You couldn’t understand why, almost coming up with a conclusion as to what you had done wrong. Had you taken too tight of a hold of him? Did he regret what he’d done? Wish to take the action back? It scared you. But you weren’t going to let him see that, instead offering the frightened man a smile. Maybe it eased his mind on the matter, leaving more of a conflicted look on his face. 

You let your mind at ease with the thought of all the years that had passed. What did you know of where he’d been and what trouble had he faced? Perhaps he would tell you one day if you stayed a while longer. But right now, it seemed as if he’d been craving for such attention from someone, yet never received it. And if that was the case, you wanted to be a source of that for him. 

But that train of thought was interrupted early on by a gasp. Not the kind you’d hear when someone was frightened or surprised, but the sweet kind. The kind you hear when someone gets something they didn’t expect. The sound was soon covered up, but you had already spotted the source of it. Stede. You’d seen his eyes leave the two of you, furrowing your brows in a mix of confusion and interest. The man seemed oddly invested in the two of you, but for some reason tried to hide it. You weren’t sure if it was for his or Izzy’s sake, but you were sure Izzy had heard it as well. 

As you keep watching, the others swiftly turn to Stede. Not worried, but alerted by the gasp. “Perhaps we should head back. I had something left to do,” the man speaks and this time loud enough that even you can hear it. You can almost also hear the awkwardness in his tone, hoping neither of the men had noticed him staring. Earned a chuckle from you. You watch as Stede gathers himself from the sand, the others getting up as well with questioning looks. You turn back to Izzy. He had definitely heard the gasp as well, but the annoyance from it hadn’t affected him nearly as much as the kiss. Which you found endearing, glad that it hadn’t ruined it for him even if he seemed to have some kind of silent banter with Stede. 

The three men walk up to the jolly boat. You smirk, seeing Jack wobble a little on his feet as they get to the waterline. You got up to meet him, not aware of your own tipsy state and managed to tumble forward a little. So much for the sea legs as you feel Izzy grab the back of your shirt to steady you again. Though he doesn’t hold on for long as he catches up on your intent, allowing you to wobble against Jack, pushing him just enough that he lands into the water. Only, if it hadn’t been for Izzy you would have gone down with him. 

But with his help you had succeeded, laughing as the man groaned in the shallow water, throwing playful curses at you. “Not before you bathe. You reek.” You say, as if you’d grown some standards after hearing Izzy complain of your companion’s personality sticking to you. You hadn’t but perhaps you wanted to pretend you had, for Izzy. 

You give Stede a slight giggle, watching the man step away from the splashed water. Only then noticing how the splash had wet your clothes as well, giving a grumble about it. Though it was all in good fun. “After he’s clean, we’ll set sail,” you give them a firm nod. 

You watch as Jack collects himself from the water, seemingly trying to pull Edward in as well. You smile at them in amusement, the nostalgic feeling creeping back up. Even with the fancier fellow tagging along, it felt like a puzzle being put back together. And you hoped that it would last a little longer this time, not having to go your separate ways again. Because even one night was able to prove to you that you had missed them. Missed the banter, seeing Calico Jack and Edward together and mostly Izzy. And the spark that had lit up once more hoped that Izzy felt the same way. At least about you. 

[darling-i-read-it]

Hi Maya<3!

I saw that your requests were open n I was wondering if you could do a Ethan x reader where they are rose's parents, n being first time parents they are new to everything, I recently saw that babies in their 6 months need to take a medical exam where they have to stay awake all night for 12 hours to check something in their head idk😭 so I imagined ethan n reader on their first and almost impossible mission as parents to keep rose awake all night for the exam n panicking n stressing out every time rose tends to fall asleep n every hour it gets harder to keep her awake that even the TV on full volume doesn't wake her up lmao🐱

It can be short or long as u decide<3

(sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language)

hello dear!! this is so funny to me. I tried to google this but couldn't find anything, HOWEVER it's so funny that we're just gonna pretend lol. dad ethan will always be my baby lol. i hope you enjoy love!!

When the doctor explained it to you and Ethan you nodded but there was nothing going on behind your eyes

You were both exhausted anyway. You had been exhausted since the day you gave birth. This seemed like an impossible task that was being given to you

Ethan, who had literally lost his hand, was practically shaking in fear the whole way home.

Even if we don't manage it, we can reschedule right?

And go through all that again? Please Ethan.

The task was daunting but months away! you were fineeee

AND THEN THE TASK WAS THERE

you saw it on your calendar, starring at you in the face. Keep Rose awake for 12 full hours before the appointment.

You told Ethan right before, who was sitting with her on the couch. He gave you a numb look, thinking, pursing his lips. You had been taking shifts with watching her while you were both asleep

but a full 12 hours seemed annoyingly impossible. Maybe if you could just do the most then it wouldn't really matter!

Ethan suggested taking shifts just like you do at night. That way, one of you could get a mental break

He did not think about how much mental strain it would be to do it alone. Always watching her. Eyes on her the whole time

After his first half hour of his shift he decided that was dumb and went to grab you from upstairs

Cue the insanity

For a while it's okay. She stays awake anyway, it didn't really matter. You set a timer on your phone so that you were keeping track of everything. She played with her toys on the ground, ate dinner with you guys, pretended to watch a movie

You tried to get her to walk around but she just kinda wriggled

Spending time with Rose was not weird to either of you, so it started fine. you and ethan just kind of watched her and hung out with her.

Then it started to get darker and Ethan started to set his head on your shoulder and the movie got quieter. Rose naturally started to get sleepy.

then it got annoying

"We should've gotten more coffee," Ethan muttered. He was looking in the kitchen cupboards. You sat with Rose, holding her up on your lap. She was so much to watch when she was awake.

"I went shopping last week," you said. He shook his head.

"It's not enough." He turned back to you as he poured water down the coffee pot. "It's gonna have to be strong if we stand a chance."

"The appointment's at 7 in the morning Ethan. I think we'll be okay." He narrowed his eyes at you. You half smiled, already starting to get sleepy.

"We can give her a bath," you suggested. "It'll keep her awake for a while."

"She does like playing in the bath," he muttered. "Do you want one?" You nodded, gesturing for him to bring it towards you. He nodded, waiting for it to be finish.

"We keep the house cold. Come Ethan. It'll be funny."

As the hours droned on it started to become dumb. At like midnight, both of you just wanted to reschedule it completely but knew you couldn't put it off for long. She was only six months for a single month.

You turned on the AC. It was freezing. Both you and Ethan were practically shivering, trying to stay awake. You jokingly tried to give Rose a sip of coffee (which Ethan swatted out of your hands)

You put her in a different outfit to pretend it was a new day. She continued to be confused

You gave her a bath, which killed like an hour more or less.

But she was slowly starting to become harder to keep awake. At closer to 5, only a couple more hours to go, it was nearly impossible. One of you had to be holding her standing up, watching her eyes, just to make sure they were open.

"We should've taken shifts," you muttered, laying on the couch. Ethan yawned. He was still wearing his pajama sweats and tshirt, tricking your mind into thinking you should be climbing into bed.

"You would've gone insane," he commented. You groaned.

"Me?"

"Yes. You." You rolled your eyes and sat up. Your limbs were so heavy.

"We could leave at 6."

"One of us has to keep her awake in the backseat."

"I call driving."

needless to say, it was the soundest all three of you slept when you got home. Rose was fine by the way. It eased both of your nerves to know.

your house, which had been so loud for 12 hours, was finally silent with the sound of sleeping breaths

[olderthannetfic]

I would like some insight/opinions about this because I don't know what to think of it.

So I was reading this fic and love it but since I was in rush I left a comment in my first language, so not English, and went do my shit. When I came back the author answered this. Cite: 'can you please comment in English next time, i dont speak your language and my fic isn't in your language either, ty <3'.

They did say 'please' and 'ty', but I don't know, it feels kind off wrong? And I don't know how to explain that good why it feels wrong to me. Is something like why did you just had to point out the language I wrote the comment instead of the praise I did about the fic itself?

And the 'please' and 'ty' feel to me ... maybe passive-agressive isn't the right word but I don't feel them genuine. That they put those to not look like a massive asshole.

And before someone question this, I can and have wrote comments in English on other author's fics. But sometimes I lack the the energy or the words to express things in English and so I write in my language. But none of these other authors have responded like this to a comment in my language, so I also think this attitude is the minority and probably a bad one.

And being honest, if I wrote a fic in my language and an English speaking person commented in my fic in English I would be so happy, that people beyond my cultural barrier are reading my shit. But maybe that's just me (and other but not this particular author).

I'm not going to comment in any of their fics anymore for sure, that response made me kind of sad. And they clearly didn't appreciate the comment anyway.

--

I assume they didn't respond to the praise because they couldn't be bothered to machine translate your comment, so they have no idea what you said.

Personally, I'd be happy to get a comment in any language, but I also love languages and have studied a bunch. I never got very far in anything but Spanish, but I've taken a crack at plenty of languages.

In my experience, though, monolingual speakers of big, powerful languages who come from places that don't cultivate any level of comfort with foreign languages often feel like the presence of other languages is a nuisance sent specifically to inconvenience them.

People mock the US and/or English speakers for this, but I think it's actually a broader pattern that applies to any of the few big languages with both the population and the money/territory/clout/media industry to let speakers be lazy and feeble like this.

Some are secretly insecure about their lack of skills. Some don't understand how hard it is to learn a language or how often people know enough to read in English but not enough to respond in it. Many lack experience deciphering dodgy machine translations. It's a sort of learned helplessness combined with cultural blinders.

I don't know who this is about. I suppose they could be a non-native speaker and just going "Dude, we're in English language space right now". On average, it's usually best to communicate in a language you know the other person speaks. But it's not like it's that hard to pop a comment into google translate either. I'm rolling my eyes at them a bit.

[fandom-freak-123]

High school Sweethearts - Part 1 (Aph France x Male Country!Reader)

TW: there will be other languages, but I use google translate so the translations probably won't be perfect, but they will be at the end. Oh btw, You're Spain's brother in this, if you know Hetalia you will know that means you are also related to North and South Italy that's all, Bye!

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Key:

Frances Thoughts

Your Thoughts

___ = Your Name

N/N = Nickname

C/N = Country Name

Francis Bonnefoy = France

Gilbert Beilschmidt = Prussia

Gil = Prussia's Nickname

Gilbird = Gilbert's Pet Bird

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo = Spain

Toni/Tonio = Spain's Nickname

Feliciano Vargas = North Italy

Feli = North Italy's Nickname

Lovino/Romano Vargas = South Italy

Roma = North Italy's Nickname

Ludwig Beilschmidt = Germany

West = Prussia's Nickname for Germany

Roderich Edelstein = Austria

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France POV:

‘That’s odd. . . ___ should be here by now. . . I know he hates school, and most of the time he skips classes- but he always shows up nonetheless. . . so where is he? Maybe he's just late or sick-‘

“Hallo! Earth to flirt? Are you there?” Gil interrupted waving his hand in front of my face pulling me from my thoughts “uh- Oui? Sorry I must've gotten lost in thought” I smiled in response as Toni began to speak

“Mhm, sure anyway have you seen N/N?” My smile dropped as I looked at him “You haven't seen him either?” 'Toni looks so worried. . . God I hate seeing him like this' “No?. . . Not since last night-” ‘I can hear the fear in his voice. . . poor Tonio’ I looked at Gil he had this odd look on his face, it was like a mix of fear, worry and realisation.

“Hold on- didn't you say you could hear him and Lovino fighting last night?” My face dropped as I looked at Spain, he had the same look on his face as Gil now ‘. . .this isn't good'

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Your POV

“What happened to you three?” I asked walking over to the chaos trio

“___! Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez!” Spain yelled hugging me “We were all so worried! Even Gilbird!” Prussia explained as Gilbird flew over sitting on my head “uh- yeah I can tell-“

‘what in all 50 shades of fuck did miss???' “You seem confused Cher” Francis pointed out with a sigh as Spain let go of me stepping back “Well I don't exactly know what's happening-“ I responded looking at them all “well- you were later than normal, and no-one had seen you since your fight with Lovino”

Spain explained as I stared at him with pure confusion “. . . Moving on! Where did you go?”

“My bed, because I slept in” I deadpanned “I told you you should-“ Thankfully Spain was cut off by the bell ‘Thank you god for saving me from being lectured by my big brother' “Any of you have science first?” France could barely finish his sentence before Prussia responded “Hah! As if!”

Spain chuckled “I almost feel sorry for you. Anyway! Have fun, me and N/N have English, so we'll see you at break” Spain stated practically pulling me away “lucky bitch” “Bis später~” They responded walking away as Spain turned to me

“So as I was saying” ‘Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me' “You really should set an alarm-“

“My body is my alarm, anyway, Isn't Germany in this class with us?” I asked changing the topic “Uhh Yeah I think so. . . and his brother- the Uhh piano guy” Spain laughed “You mean Roderich?” "I think that's his name”

We continued walking while talking about the youngest two German brothers “To be honest, I think Roderich is intimidating” I went to respond but someone beat me to it “My apologies” We both turned around to see a familiar face “I don't mean to be intimidating” I turned back around rushing to class, leaving my brother to deal with that issue on his own.

-Timeskip bought to you by Italians falling out of trees™️-

I sat down in my seat hearing a voice beside me “I hope you didn't miss me too much~” I looked sideways recognizing the accent “You were gone for an hour. I'm not that desperate” I responded rolling my eyes “yet you message me saying the opposite” France joked “Oi Frog! stop teasing him” I looked over at England “Why thank you kind sir” “But of course” He responded with a smirk.

I looked forwards seeing the teacher walk into the room ‘Welp this is it, hell has officially started'

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After Class / Third Person POV

“Ughh thank god it's finally over” “English is a confusing language” you nodded in agreement with your brother “I'm sure it's not half as confusing as Spanish” you heard England argue from behind you “Not for us!”

“Toni- in his defense we have no right to say that just like he has no right to say English is easier because it's our first language, it would be easier to us just like English is easier to him” England let out a small hum “I suppose you're right” you gave him a smug smile “Obviously I'm right when aren't I?”

Toni chuckled “Oh shut it” England responded rolling his eyes “Be nice black sheep” you heard a familiar French accent say “welp I'm out” Toni stated walking away “I'm going with you” England scoffed following Toni up the stairs towards the Maths rooms “I guess it's just me and you Frenchie” you sighed " . . why must you call me that?” Francis responded “Because I like Greece” you laughed “Fair enough. . . Uhm Cher I have to ask you something" “wassup?” you asked almost immediately “Umm well I wanted to ask if you could meet me at the gates after school” He said looking away

“So just the normal?” “Sort of- I mean just the two of us” He answered looking at me “Ok sounds easy enough” you shrugged still not turning to look at him “So- you have Geography next right?” He asked looking forward “Nope you know we only have one lesson together on Wednesday's” you responded looking at him with a smile

“Oui and what a sad thing that is” you rolled your eyes “Just go to class Frenchie I'II see you after school” “Huh? but what about lunch?” he asked “Lunchtime Isolation and before

you ask the isolation is for cussing a teacher out to her face in Spanish” France looked at you confused “How did you get in trouble for that?” “She was my Spanish teacher”

He chuckled “you really don't know how to stay out of trouble do you?” Gaining a laugh from you “Nope but that's why I bring extra clothes with me every day” He looked at you with pure confusion “I get changed in the bathrooms then I go walk around town for classes I know I’ll get in trouble in or can't be bothered to go to that's why I got detention

yesterday” “Oh- that's actually a decent reason to carry extra clothes” you let out a hum in agreement “they don't normally care as long as I go to at least one lesson and do my detentions and iso's” you laughed “Anyway I'II see you around” he nodded walking into his class as you headed off to go get changed.

That's all for part 1 because I have a love hate relationship with cliff hangers so here also, I will do the requests before a part 2 and as you can tell it takes me ages to write these so have fun waiting.

Translations:

Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez! = You scared me! Don't you ever disappear like that on me again!

Cher = Dear

bis später = See ya later

Oui = Yes

[hoidn]

tl;dr spanish has formal pronouns and english doesn’t and this is what FOMO looks like for me, a nerd.

one of the downsides to engaging with media in languages you don’t know is that you're locked out of a lot of the experience because things like cultural/social references and contexts don’t necessarily register or have meaning when they’re not in your frame of reference (and while this happens at times to everyone generally, because even within one’s own culture it’s impossible to be aware of ALL the things, it’s much more pronounced when coming entirely from outside of it). 

of course for me it’s primarily about language itself and shades of meaning and aughghg it’s so frustrating to know that there are linguistic nuances failing to have an impact either because the translation is (of necessity) filtered through the interpretation of the translator and they can only convey so much, or because their presence is simply not readily apparent to me. but i want to knooooooow. LCDP is the first non-english language show i’ve ever been fannish about and it’s certainly been an education in how much i actually remember from four years of high school spanish classes lo these many years later. it’s more than i thought, but it’s mostly just isolated words and short phrases, and it’s largely recognition rather than immediate understanding. it’s like i’m on a two-second delay, so that by the time my brain has (a) picked out the word/phrase from amongst all the unfamiliar sounds, and (b) found its meaning, i’m two sentences behind what the characters are saying. mostly it’s been more distracting than useful.

however!

my bits and pieces of spanish sort-of-understanding have allowed me to solve the mystery of something that had been sitting in the back of my mind with a question mark since i first watched THAT SCENE in 1x12. (well, once i got over the initial “omg they’re making out!!!” reaction, anyway.) according to the english subtitles, raquel says “about you” then stops and repeats “about you” again. i couldn’t figure out the significance of the repetition or how her next line “i think it’s time we stop being so formal” followed on from that. it was only on a rewatch, when i already knew the meaning of the dialogue and didn’t have to focus on the subtitles, that i actually listened to what she says. and i realised they’re still using the formal pronoun ‘usted’ with each other. so the first time she’s saying “de usted”, but the subsequent times she’s saying “de ti”. hence less formal! and since modern standard english doesn’t have formal pronouns, in a literal translation both ‘usted’ and ‘ti’ are the same word: you. achievement unlocked! VICTORY!

for confirmation i switched my subtitles to ‘european spanish’ and, first of all, how cool is it that they get different colours for different speakers?! that makes it so much easier to read! stupid english subtitles all being in white. then, because i am A Nerd, i transcribed the spanish to compare to the english translation, and i put the important bits into google translate to see what it came up with (bolded in brackets).

english:

R: I want you to know I'll never pull my gun out again. Yeah? S: Okay. R: Or frisk you or have any doubts about you. S: Good. R: About you.... About you. I think it's time we stop being so formal, isn't it? S: I couldn't agree more. R: Yeah. S: I agree. R: Me too.

spanish:

R: Quiero que sepa que no voy a volver a sacar la pistola nunca más. Sí. S: Ya. (ed: i definitely hear him say “bien” but w/e) R: Ni a cachearle ni a duda más de usted.  S: (ed: i hear him say “bien, bien” but there’s no dialogue at all in the captions here) R: De... De ti. De ti, de ti, de ti. Ya va siendo hora de dejar da tratarnos de usted, ¿no crees? [“It's about time we stopped talking about you, don't you think?” <- yeah, see, the literal english translation of that sentence means something quite different to what the spanish sentence means, which is sort of how we ended up here] S: Yo creo que es momento de tutearnos, sí.  [I think it's time to call each other, yes. <- i feel like we’re missing a word, there, google] R: Sí, sí. S: Yo creo que sí. [I think so] R: Sí.

from my perspective, even with this rough translation, there’s a lot of nuance left out of the english subtitles, and that’s really disappointing. it’s... i don’t want to say it’s cuter or more adorable in spanish because that sounds like i’m being condescending about the language itself, when it’s actually that the english translation leaves out elements of the original that convey a level of meaning. the kind of babbling repetition they’re doing in spanish, which is what makes it adorable, isn’t even hinted at in the english translation. basically, the adorableness of the moment is baked into the language of the original; it’s supposed to exist as part of the emotional landscape. but if you rely solely on the translation, you don’t really get that, or the way it kind of builds momentum. (maybe it comes across better in the dubbed version? idk i can’t stand dubbing.) 

anyway, while i don’t understand the translator’s choices here wrt to that, obviously they did the best they could with the usted vs ti issue. (this is one reason written media is better for translation: you can have footnotes!) still, i have to wonder whether someone who’s not familiar with spanish would really get the underlining meaning of the “stop being so formal” line.

and i genuinely mean no disrespect whatsoever to the translators of this show or translators in general everywhere because i am incredibly grateful to them for making the world so much richer and there are so many wonderful media i’d never be able to watch or read without their work. but this single exercise in explication has just emphasised for me how very much i’m missing out on and it makes me sad that short of thoroughly learning every language on earth there’s no way for me to fix the problem to my own satisfaction.

i really hate that.

(also i have so many more questions about the whole translation process for visual media now. for starters, i have the suspicion these people were translating without a net (i.e. a script) and had to go on what they heard. if that’s the case, it’s a ridiculous way to go about things and infuriates me as someone who used to do court audio transcription. because i can attest that transcription of multiple speakers is hard enough even when you can isolate individual mics and you only have to work with one language. the idea of having to translate from a single sound file on top of that? fucking hell. i hope they got paid very well. (lol of course they didn’t.))

[fizzingwizard]

part of the frustration with trying to be more nutrition-conscious is doing it in a language which isn't my first

I learned words like 炭水化物 at some point as a student, but for the most part that kind of vocabulary just doesn't turn up every day, so I've been learning it as I go. The words we use in English sometimes are translated to different, though similar, words, like 脂質 which is lipid. Lipids refers to fats, but an American nutritional label will just say Fat (and then break down by saturated, trans fats, etc). So figuring out what's covered by just saying "lipid" was one challenge. For example, I have a box of chocolate cookies which lists sugar as the second ingredient - yet the nutritional facts make no mention of having sugar amount. But it's got 2.2 grams of "lipid." As an American, "fat" "sugar" are buzz words on labels, so I'm having to train my brain to intrepret lipid the same way.

But the most annoying one was 糖質 because it looks like it should mean sugar. And when I checked on Google translate it said sugar. And when I checked in two separate dictionaries, it said sugar. Only one said carbohydrates, which I thought couldn't be right because that's what 炭水化物 is! However, the numbers didn't make sense for sugar, so I kept looking, and sometimes, seemingly randomly Google translate would swap out "sugar" for "carbohydrate" when I ran a sentence with 糖質. (I'm not using Google Translate to translate - I was just trying to compare it with other sources, because I kept getting weird results.) Part of the issue was my brain just being stuck believing that since 炭水化物 is carbs, 糖質 couldn't be, and that 糖 had to be related to sugar. What finally worked it out for me was googling 炭水化物・糖質　違い and guess what, native speakers are just as confused as I am (a few anyway), and there was an explanation. So pretty much 炭水化物 is carbs and dietary fiber combined, but 糖質 is just carbs, AND not necessarily sweet ones. Just carbs. Now that I figured it out, it seems obvious. We DO use a similar layout in the US: you'll have your "Total Carbohydrates" then broken down into fiber and sugars. I just Google translated two different sentences: one interpreted 糖質 as sugar and the other as carbs. And my main dictionary just says carbs with no mention of sugar, and my secondary one says both. So.

If you know more about this stuff, it's probably clear as day. But here's another one: I also just plain didn't know there's a difference between salt and sodium. I thought sodium was salt. Idk, maybe everyone learned it's not in ninth grade, when I was in Christian school "science" class getting told that carbon dating is circular reasoning. Anyway missed that one. So Japanese labels differentiate between 食塩 and ナトリウム and I didn't understand why. I'm not even sure I do now, but it seems that ナトリウム is basically the amount of sodium in a food which could potentially be used by your body, while 食塩 is NaCL so including both sodium and chloride. Tbh I did totally know table salt was NaCL and not just Na, but I didn't realize there was an actual formula you had to do to work out the sodium amount (that it wasn't just equal parts). I'm honestly still a little confused, since it seems that the amount of sodium is the only part that matters, but maybe it's just for transparency that they include both numbers. American labels typically only list sodium, at least in my experience. But I am learning a lot and am bound to be wrong about lots more...

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

You Do Enough Talk (Why Do You Cry?)

by EzzieTheAnxiousQueer

About two weeks had passed since Tommy first started work at Craft Cafe, and he thought he’d settled in well. It didn’t take him long to work out the (admittedly confusing) dynamic, and he'd become fast friends with both his coworkers and his boss.

This particular midday break saw Tommy wiping down some tables, relishing in the half hour of relative quiet before the first wave of the afternoon rush. Techno was lounging in a chair nearby, eyes glued to his book as usual. Bored, Tommy sidled over. “Whatcha reading big man?” He leaned over, resting his arms on the table. Techno looked up and closed the book. “Book of Greek myths. Y’know any?”

Tommy looked up, surprised. He wasn’t expecting Techno to actually start a conversation, he was usually more the brooding quiet type. Still, no complaints. “Uh- Yeah, actually I know a couple. Icarus, that’s a classic. I know the story of Midas. And isn’t Orpheus the music guy? Or is that Oedipus? Wait no, Oedipus is the motherfucker, literally, Orpheus is the music guy whose girlfriend died, right?”

or: 5 times 3/4 of the sbi were worried about Tommy, and 1 time they didn't need to be.

Words: 5791, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of little short stories/ideas :)

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, Niki | Nihachu, Alexis | Quackity, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), they're Tommy's parents and they're shit in this

Relationships: Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), very VERY vague tntduo, so I'll put the tag anyway, Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Oblivious Wilbur Soot, Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), still feels weird to type, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Family Fluff, TommyInnit Angst (Video Blogging RPF), Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, No Beta We Die Like My Will To Live Knowing I Have School Tommorow, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Abusive Parents, Bad Parenting, Bit of an understatement imo but whatever, Phil Watson | Philza is Hard to Write, More Specifically Good Parent Phil Watson is Hard to Write, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Author Has Absolutely Fuck-All Clue How Emancipation Works, Google Was Surprisingly Unhelpful, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Author is a TommyInnit Apologist (Video Blogging RPF), Author is a Technoblade Apologist (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade is Bad at Feelings (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade is Good at Feelings (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is Not Okay (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is Bad at Self-Care (Video Blogging RPF), Sad TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

[disownedbytiime]

I’ve been through an odyssey since last night regarding the fic I wanted to post.

Finally, last night I decided to revise it so I could either post it later at night or the next morning. For this one, I’m posting both an English and a Spanish version, so I revised the English one first. I did fix some mistakes but also changed several phrases bc I can never re-read anything I wrote without having to make a lot of changes (blame my Virgo stellium). Anyway, I finished when it was already pretty late.

I then realized that for the Spanish one I had two documents. Both with the same name but one with an O at the end and one with NO at the end. Naturally, I figured the right one was the one with the O. I started checking it and once again I changed a lot of things (also getting confused by differences in eng/spa punctuation in the process). Then, I got to the middle of the fic and I realize there was a mistake I had supposedly already fixed there (it was a word that I left in another language and I remember I had already corrected), so the penny dropped and I realized that this wasn’t the right document! The one I had fixed was the other one, the one with NO in the name. Why did I do that? I have no idea. At that point I had already corrected around half of the document so I continued that one until I finished and then went to sleep.

This morning/noonish I started comparing both documents in Spanish, and indeed I had corrected the other one. But technically at that point I had already corrected both, so I went through both of them to see what would be better. (In some cases I changed the same things, but in others I rephrased some things differently, so I had to make a choice.)

Meanwhile the power in my house kept going off and on all morning. I was doing this from my desktop so it fucking kept turning off. I tried to continue in my iPad but it was a bit hard bc google docs are super wonky there (the one time I decide to do it there and not on pages :’)). So anyway, I got frustrated and had to stop and wait until the power was fixed.

Now, hours later, I finally finished fixing stuff (and even went and fixed some things again in the english one) and was going to post it and forget about it, and now my mouse doesn’t have battery :’)

It feels like a joke.

[kosomolski-dolls]

Okay, so... long reply that I have rewritten like 3 times by now in hopes of not coming accross as a "pearl clutching pro-artist". English is also not my first language, so please keep that in mind as well.

I absolutely agree that we should be more open to wider definitions of the term BJD. I have never and will never understand all the rules of what is on and off topic on DOA, because it feels so weirdly and arbitrarily limiting, especially since the active Off-Topic part of Forum really shows that people want to talk about these?

I also agree that we should talk more about non strung dolls like Obitsu, Tiny Fox, etc. I own some Obitsus and my gf's collection is mostly Dollfie Dream, Tiny Fox and Imomo. They are cute. I think those would be a case for "off topic", since they're not strung? But alas.

I also think that a big part of the problem is the lack of easily available information that leads to "newbies that don't know better".

Because let's be real here, everyone says "do your research", but only so few tell you where to do that. You can't go to Google and ask "Where to buy BJDs", because all you'll get is AliExpress ads, and that has been the way for a while. You really have to know what you even want to know where you start looking to.

So an actual solution for the problem would be spreading information more easily. Sadly, with how the internet works, it is kinda hard to do. I try to keep sharing stuff on Insta, where people can see and ask (and they often do), and hope for the best. I've been wanting to do a "where to start when buying a bjd" post here on Tumblr, too, but haven't had the time yet.

I kinda reject the idea that most people out there buy expensive dolls because "more expensive legits get more attention from people." Idk where that comes from. Is it because FL is so popular? I feel like that is a false conclusion? I fell in love with FL when I first got into BJDs. I was browsing on Insta, back when Hashtags were still working, and they were what I liked the most, aesthetically. And I thought LONG about buying one because of the price. So I'd say the dolls are popular DESPITE the price, not BECAUSE of it. Idk. I guess there probably are snobs and "elitists" out there that buy because of a price tag, but I don't think that is the norm?

And lastly. (Guess this is now the pearl-clutching part, maybe)

"Why aren’t WE buying the cheaper dolls, hmm?"

Maybe "we" don't like them?

(Disclaimer, I'm obviously not talking about all cheap doll options out there, but I will mention those that usually get named when talking about cheap dolls.)

I know that I don't like a lot of them. Dream Valley, nice and cheap, I don't like their bodies, just from an aesthetics POV. Same for Bobobie, same for Resin Soul. Same for Doll Zone, I don't like most of their sculpts (and bodies... I still have some, but the bodies are definitely not among my favourites). Myou, great sculpts, but I hate how their bodies look (both just from a sculpting POV, but also from how the joints look. Especially the torsos), and the only exception to that was the thicker body which only recently got upgraded to double joints.

Then again, I love my DFH dolls and I'll never shut up about how much I love my charmdoll bodies. Fairy Castle. Asleep Eidolon. Xaga. All bodies around 200 bucks, some a bit more, some a bit less.

So, yeah, I stand with my answer to the recast problem. It still is education. Not "Don't do this", but "Why you shouldn't do this, what are the consequences of you doing it anyway, and what could you do instead." And it works, if the person is willing to listen. I have actually made people reconsider their stance on recasts by doing that.

(Mind you, I'm not pro "calling out/banning people without a word". That doesn't help anyone, and it will actively chase people away, expecially if it is someone who got the recast without knowing)

If the person doesn't want to listen though, and there are sadly plenty of that as well, I refuse "to be supportive of the fact that recast owners want to be a part of this community". They CAN be part of the community. By playing by the rules, and the rules are (at least for me): "support the artists, buy legit, doesn't matter if it's cheap or expensive"

OMFG another post about recasts

Yup. Once I realized that I've been collecting BJDs for five whole years, it's made me a little introspective.

So this is the one and only legit sculpt by Luo Lugoi - an honest-to-dog legitimate sculpt from Oueneifs:

And yes, I own her.

Arguably, she was "inspired" by other companies, but plenty other BJD companies are "inspired" by each other. See - Impldoll's new 1/4 "plump" body.

My stance on recasts went from stridently angry, to curious, to nuanced - not in the sense of being "recast-positive" or even "recast-neutral." Let's call it "recast-pragmatic." The arguments around recasts by pro-artists, which I am absolutely sympathetic to BTW, are that people shouldn't buy recasts. Agreed.

But they are.

See, the problem with this argument is that it reminds me strongly of another line of argument - the one in favor of abstinence-only education. Different subject matters, yes, but the type of argument is identical.

"Children shouldn't be having sex!"

Agreed. But they are.

"But they shouldn't be!"

I accept your argument. But they're doing it anyway, and we can't seem to stop them. So: what are we going to do to minimize the harm? Cuz abstinence-only education appears to increase harm.

And that is where my nuance falls on recasts now. YES, people should not be buying them. YES, they are theft. YES, Luo Lugoi has zero excuse when companies like Guard Love, Ao Ling Shi, and Resinsoul/Bobobie have been making beautiful, affordable, legitimate resin dolls.

But people are buying them. And saying they shouldn't be doesn't change the fact that they are.

So. What do we do to minimize the harm? What worked in the past? What didn't work?

And that's my post about recasts. Hopefully a little different from what you've read before.

[barbi2709]

The party Night

Summary: You don’t really like partys, but you don’t hate them either, so why does that one had to be diferent?. Well, maybe because of the fact that your best friend is there acting more affectionate than normal with you. Oh, did I mention you like him?

Word count: 2.4K

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Disclaimer: This and each of my stories are only fiction and are not intended to offend or make anyone uncomfortable, if this type of content makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave without resentment :]

Pairing: Bad boy Hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, little Stranger Things AU (Reader is Steve's twin)

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, drugs, smoking, and sex, swear words, kinda heated kiss (it's my first time writing something like that but this isn't a smut).

Note: Hiii, this is my fisrt time publishig here, also it’s my first time doing an idol x reader fic so I hope you like it. Also, english is not my first language so I apologize if there are any errors of any kind (I literally write the hole one shot on spanish and then use the google translator lmao, but I also chek every single part of the one shot to try to see any mistakes).

Also, if you could please like and repost my post you would make me so happy :]

Parties were not quite your style, seeing people smoking between cigarettes or illegal substances, drinking alcoholic drinks and seeing them do anything stupidity because of the effects of these, having your ears saturated with the high volume of music, people screaming, and not missing one or another moan of pleasure out there.

Your brother Steve had dragged you to the party along with his girlfriend Nancy, using the excuse that you had to have some fun since that's what boys did at that age, you still didn't want to go, but he didn't care, since he ended up taking you anyway, using the excuse that Hyunjin was going too so you could hang out.

As soon as they got to the house where the party would be, Steve and Nancy went to god knows where, leaving you alone and surrounded by hormonal guys under the influence of illegal substances for their age.

You let out a sigh and began to walk around the house, looking for your redheaded friend, you thought that his hair being a very striking color would make it easy to find.

To your misfortune, it wasn’t.

You let out a big sigh to find yourself in the middle of the house, being pushed from one side to the other by the people around you, anywhere in the house was more or less the same distance, and you were lazy enough not to want to return to where you were before.

Despite that, you turned around to go back to where you were initially, but a whistle made you stop, you turned to the place where the sound came from and finally you saw him, he was at one end of the house, leaning disinterestedly against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers and a smirk as soon as his eyes met yours.

You immediately went to where he was, once closer to him you managed to recognize the shirt he was wearing, "Hotter than your ex, better than your next". You both had chosen it once when he accompanied you shopping, as soon as you saw it the same thought invaded your minds.

His father will hate it.

And that's exactly why he bought it.

—At least tell me that what you're smoking is legal. —you said while leaning against the wall, right next to him, Hyunjin let out a small nasal laugh and returned the cigarette to his lips, gave him a little smoke and turned to see you with a smile.

—The substance is completely legal —you just rolled your eyes at his mocking tone—. The real smokers are right there. —He said as he moved his head to the side, pointing to several boys who were less than 2 meters away, you hit his shoulder when the characteristic smell of marijuana filled your nose. He was at that end of the house for a reason.

—Moron. —you grumbled as he let out a loud laughter, his distinctive laugh was like music to your ears, and the smile that graced his face every time he laughed was completely sublime.

You wouldn't tell him though.

Not yet.

Little by little he calmed down his laughter, until it finally ceased, but the smile that adorned his face remained intact, and shortly after he smoked the cigarette again, you looked at him carefully, admiring each one of his delicate features, and you were so focused on it that you almost jumped when you felt his arm around your shoulders, giving you a hug.

—But, if one of these touch your pretty lips, we're gonna have problems sweetheart. —he warned seriously as he brought his face dangerously close to yours, looking directly into your eyes, you slowly nod without breaking the eye contact, and his expression relaxed, leaving a sweet smirk on his face.

Hyunjin only separated a little, enough to give another smoke and that the smoke didn’t reach your face, and from one moment to the next, his sight deviated from you, looking towards some part of the crowd, you took advantage of his moment of distraction to admire him again, this time more carefully; but you came out of your thoughts as soon as you noticed that the song that was playing in the background had changed, and despite that, Hyunjin was still staring at the same point.

—Who are you looking at so intently? —you asked looking at him curiously, he just turned his eyes towards you, and then diverted it again to the crowd, you likewise directed your eyes in the direction in which he was looking, meeting a girl, a classmate of your generation, it was somewhat popular for being pretty, but nothing else stood out—. Oh Olivia Moore. —you said with a smile seeing her, Hyunjin smiled sideways, while he nodded his head, confirming that he was looking at her.

—She's hot. —he commented as he exhaled the cigarette smoke for the last time, before throwing it on the ground and stepping on the tagline.

—Yes, she is —you agreed looking at the girl, she was really pretty, and she had a great body, which stood out a lot because of the clothes she was wearing at the time, adding the way she moved her hips while she danced—. So?, What's your plan? Fuck her now or at the end? .—you asked monotonously, you wouldn't be surprised if that ended up happening, you knew Hyunjin too well, and when he wanted something he got it, besides having his glorious face, there were few girls who refused to spend a single moment with him.

—Whoa, you think that badly of me? —he ask with fake disappointment, you just raise an eyebrow at him—. I mean yeah, I'm that badly, but you're supposed to act like I'm not. —he says with a "God, that's obvious" tone, you just place your hand in one of your jackets pockets and take a little sachet, but it was a special one.

A condom, in more detail.

—Use it with wisdom. —you say sarcastically as you held it out to him, he took it and looked at you with a mischievous look.

—Why did you have this in your pocket?. — he asked confused, he knew you well enough to know that you weren't the type of girl to go to parties often, much less to look for one-night stands, so the fact that you had a condom in your pocket was confusing to him.

—Steve —you answered simply, shrugging your shoulders in disinterest—. "Without balloon there's no party", that's what the idiot said. —you told him rolling your eyes, the redhead couldn't help but blurt out another loud laguh, because it was definitely something Steve would do.

The boy put his arm around your shoulders again, hugging you again, the smell of cigarettes was noticeable, you disliked having that smell so present, but it was compensated by the fact of having Hyunjin that close. You had a crush on him since you were 14, even though he was the typical guy who got into fights almost daily, he skipped classes and started having nights of pleasure from a very young age. But despite that, he was very attentive to you, he always tried to show you the best side of him, plus he knew you wouldn't judge him no matter what, so you were always there for him, just like he was for you.

And you were happy and satisfied with that, maybe you wanted to be something more, but for now you weren't complaining.

—How about getting out of here? —he asked as he looked at you with a sweet smile, you looked at him confused by what he said—. C'mon Y/N, I know you aren't enjoying being here, so let's go, I'll take you home. —he said as he took you by the hand and led you to the door.

—But what about Oli-?.

—I wasn't planning on spending night with her. —he clarified as he continued walking, Hyunjin had more experience in parties, so he knew how to move quickly among people, making them arrive quickly at the exit of the house, they both left there, the change of environment was drastic, despite the fact that you could still hear the music coming from the house, just getting some fresh air and not seeing girls your age trying to take jobs away from strippers was reassuring.

You gave a big sigh as you left the place, Hyunjin turned to see you, smiling when he noticed how you relaxed being out of the place.

—That much you wanted to leave?. —he asked you without taking his eyes off you, taking the liberty of intertwining his fingers with yours, you just nodded.

—Don't you think my brother will get worried when he doesn't see me at the party?. —you asked looking at him, Hyunjin just shrugged his shoulders, not taking the matter very seriously.

After a while of walking, you finally reached your house, you opened the door and walked in being followed by Hyunjin.

—God, the party left me exhausted. —you sighed as you dropped into the couch in the living room, Hyunjin looked at you with an unbelievable expression.

—You were like 15 minutes there with me, what are you exhausted for?.

—It's your fault for being so close to the marijuana boys, that shit it's overwhelming for a novice. —Hyunjin let out several laughs at the nickname you had given them, shortly after he approached where you were and squatted to be more or less at the height of the couch.

—Well, I'm glad that you're a novice, princess.

—Sure, now, good night, leave whenever you want. —you said as you closed your eyes, Hyunjin blinked a few times at your sudden action, and rolled his eyes.

—You shouldn't sleep here on the couch, Y/N.

—Shut up and let me sleep —you groaned as you settled more comfortably on the couch, the boy clucked his tongue, and a few seconds later you felt him lift you off the couch, carrying you princess style—. What the hell Hyunjin?. —you asked looking at him, he just smiled at you angelically and started walking towards the stairs.

—I don't want you to hurt your back from sleeping on the couch. —he said as he started up the stairs.

—It's just one night, Jinnie. —you said quietly as you closed your eyes, although that action made you unable to see the smile that adorned the redhead's face when he heard you call him that.

—I don't fucking care, princess — he said as he entered your room, and then gently left you on the bed, while he sat on the edge of it, admiring you with his gaze, you noticed, and connected your eyes with his, dark brown eyes meeting (e/c) ones, he was fascinated with you—. You know, there's something I wanted to tell you, since a while actually.

—Well, say it then. —you answered with a sweet tone.

—I like you, Y/N. —he announced in a honeyed way while he smiled broadly, the tone in which he had said it was a serious one, like he really mean it, but you weren't sure about that, he had given you no sign that he saw you the same way you saw him.

—Sure, probably you are high, who knows how long you were close to the marijuana boys.

—Y/N, I'm not, I swear! —he exclaimed exaggeratedly as he lay down next to you, you only laughed at his tone, only you knew the side of him that acted like a tantrum 6 year old; Hyunjin being closer to you made you look into his eyes, and you witnessed how his pupils were completely normal, you could tell since you had seen him in all possible states, and right now he was in pure sobriety —. I'm not lying. —he clarified, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips constantly and repeatedly.

You could n't help but blush intensely at his words from him, you wanted to scream for hearing those words coming out of his mouth from him.

He likes you back.

He fucking likes you back.

—I could never lie to you. —he says in a soft murmur, almost whispering, holding your face with both of his hands, he starts to get dangerously close to your face, but he didn't dare to touch your lips, giving you only one chance to back away if you wished.

But you didn't.

Of course you didn't.

And without waiting any longer, you felt his lips on yours almost instantly. He brush his lips in yours, slowly and gently, being as delicate as possible, he had a rhythm that you could easily follow; His hands went to your waist, and he pulled you to him without warning, making you gasp.

The feeling was amazing, his soft lips had a taste that you didn't know before, but it was addictive, you almost thought you could get high. Your hands that previously rested on his chest now encircled his neck, as you ran your fingers through his long hair, and you felt how he melted into your touch.

Without breaking the kiss, the redhead positioned himself on top of you, one of his knees between your legs, and the simple rice made you let out a soft moan, and Hyunjin couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

He press your clit once again, teasing you, this time you let out a soft whimper, but in revenge you bite his bottom lip, and now it was his turn to moan, a mocking smile appeared in your lips, and he couldn't help but laugh and peck your lips one last time.

—Do you believe me now?. —he asked leaning back next to you, taking your hand and leaving a tender kiss on your knuckles.

—I like you too Hyunjin. —you said smiling as you intertwined your fingers with his, Hyunjin hug you, making you rest your head on his chest, while leaving caresses on your back.

—I'm glad —he says in a murmur, not hiding his beautiful smile—. It was a nice kiss though.

—Right… Well… I’m not sure how we ended up kissing like that… —you admitted with your face burning because of your shyness, Hyunjin let out a loud laguh because of the tone you used, he thought you were just too cute.

You settled into your bed, getting ready to sleep, and in a matter of minutes you were completely asleep, while cuddling him.

This was the best party night that you could ever have.

[shanastoryteller]

on one hand i’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while, and on the other hand i’ve been avoiding it for the massive potential it has to go from us having a conversation to devolving into the most annoying discourse possible

but i got another comment that just broke the camel’s back so i’m going to talk about it anyway

a lot of things i see people are saying are “wrong” in untamed fanfic are actually just translation preferences and just because someone chooses to translate something differently than you doesn’t make it wrong 

first, before we get into what i’m talking about, we have to talk about what translations are and the motivation behind them

translations are taking something from one language and making it understandable and consumable in a different language 

this can be as big as the differences between chinese and english or as small as the differences between british english and american english, which are considered different enough that books published in both places will have words and phrases translated to make them more digestible to the population it’s being marketed towards 

there are few different ways someone can translate something

there’s a direct translation, which is just finding the closest applicable word and plopping it in there like a smarter google translate 

there’s translating to preserve the intention and cultural significance behind a word/phrase as closely as can be replicated in the foreign language

there’s translating to convey the vibe/feeling as closely as can be replicated in the foreign language

there’s not translating at all, which doesn’t technically count, by definition, but is brought up often enough that we’ll talk about it

there’s an infinite number of ways this applies, but for simplicity’s sake, and because it’s the one people keep bringing up to me, we’re going to go with jiujiu / maternal uncle 

because i don’t speak chinese, my first job is to gain some level of understanding about what this word really means in the original language and the way it’s used. only once you understand that can you make a semi-educated choice on how to translate something (since most of us aren’t fluent in the language or culture, semi educated is about as good as it gets, but for smaller words like these i think it’s easy enough to get most of the needed context). so we need to start off with: maternal uncle, respectful, people don’t use names to differentiate between uncles like we do in english, using first names and/or birth names is either intimate or disrespectful depending on circumstance 

now, the simplest way to translate this is just as uncle. in english, referring to someone just as uncle is a little unusual, but common enough that this works as a good translation all around. if one wants to translate the maternal aspect of it, then “uncle lastname” works pretty well. the issue with that is that naming convention only ever happens in english maybe with grand uncles or “uncles” that fall more under shushu than jiujiu, so if i was translating it then that’s something i would avoid, because i wouldn’t want the readers to think that the characters have a less close relationship because o this, but it’s something that’s easy enough to do without distorting the original meaning so i think it also works 

if the character only has one uncle 

but we are, specifically, talking about jin ling here 

so if he’s talking about both jiang cheng and wei wuxian in the same scene, and referring to them both as uncle, how do we differentiate them? 

uncle wei and uncle jiang work here, because they’re both maternal uncles but they have different last names, which is really just us getting lucky in this situation. but it presents the problem we have earlier. 

to an english ear, that creates distance between jin ling and jc/wwx. if i want to show them as being close to an english speaking audience, that’s not a translation i personally want to use 

the most obvious solution is to then have jin ling refer to them way most english speaking people would refer to their uncles (that’s not just straight up having him call them by the their names, which is what i actually think is most common. i only refer to my uncle as uncle when i’m talking ABOUT him to someone else) which is “uncle first name”

however first names also present a problem in untamed because of courtesy names and because courtesy names are used ahistorically and inconsistently in canon 

wei wuxian uses jiang cheng’s birth name but jc doesn’t use wwx’s. wwx is basically the same age and lower in rank than jc, so it would make sense for jc to call him wei ying in turn, but he just ... doesn’t. same for jiang yanli. she’s arguably the one wwx is closest to and has the most positive relationship with through out the show and she’s older than him. it would make a lot of sense for her to call him wei ying, or even a-ying to mirror the way she calls jc a-cheng rather than calling wwx a-xian. lan xichen calls lan wangji by his courtesy name rather than birth name, and i’m pretty sure lan qiren does the same to both his nephews, which doesn’t really make sense to me in world

i think the real purpose here was to give wwx and lwj names that they only call each other for special intimacy reasons rather than to create a consistent more in the untamed universe

however, going with that and jin ling obviously being so much younger and wanting to retain at least some of the respectfulness that would be inherent in the original language, i do think that uncle wuxian and uncle wanyin are good translations 

u n l e s s 

see the thing is that jin ling refers to wwx as “wei ying” before he knows him as a way to be disrespectful to him because he believes that he killed his parents. i personally like the symmetry in him shifting to calling him that in a positive manner to make up for him calling him that in a negative manner, which isn’t something that can really work in chinese, but can work in english 

as for jiang cheng, probably because the story is told from wwx’s pov even in the show, we’re used to seeing his birth name rather than his courtesy name, and honestly no one uses his courtesy name unless he’s being a bitch. because of this, the use of wanyin creates a cognitive sense of distance that the often used wuxian just doesn’t. so if someone uses his birth name for that reason, i think that makes sense too. so i think uncle ying and uncle cheng can also work 

there is, of course, just using jiujiu and trusting context to take care of the rest, but that’s less a translation choice than it is just choosing not to translate 

i’ve done different things in different works with different contexts. in rotten work specifically, i had jin ling refer to jc as just “uncle” because i imagine that’s what he’s been doing for 16 years with no other maternal uncle, and because he’s the uncle he’s closest too among all of them, and i wanted to reflect that. i have jl refer to wwx as “uncle ying” a little bit because of the reasons above, but also a way to stake a claim on him to everyone and to demonstrate that they have a close relationship before the really have one as a way to partially shield wwx and to goad those around him (plus a bonus plot reason that doesn’t get revealed until the final chapter)

my point here is that there’s a lot reasons why someone could choose to translate something one way versus another. i used this one thing as an example, but this same thought process applies to lots of things 

you do not have to agree with everyone’s translation choices, or like them, or think them appropriate. but translation is by its very nature imperfect and there’s a lot of different potential reasoning behind people’s choices and i really don’t think there’s one perfect way to translate something and that all other ways are wrong 

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Episode 02

"Reapproximation"

Perfect, this episode was just perfect. Not only was every moment together beautiful, but we also discovered so much more about this lost farmer in the Victorian era. I ended up laughing a lot, but I also found Lysander's childhood memories very cute. If I have any complaints (which not exactly one, it's only because I think it missed a mention) it's about him not mentioning that as a kid he would run around the house naked to escape the shower while being chased by Leigh. No matter how I try to imagine it, it's always hilarious.

About the images, they are beautiful and I ended up editing both, but I chose to win the one in the office because I like this moment better. If you want, I can post the picnic under the stars illustration later.

EDIT: I completely forgot to credit before, but the shirt I wore for the third look was from @mcl-links.

Anyway, enough with the opinion on the episode and let's go to my headcanon.

(As always, sorry for any spelling mistakes. English is not my first language and I end up relying on Google Translate.)

When he woke up in the morning, Margot was alone in bed. Apparently, she was more tired than she realized and ended up sleeping a lot. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she went downstairs and into the kitchen, where she found Lysander preparing breakfast. She helped him finish, and they both had a pleasant conversation.

They spent a lot of time sharing good stories from Lysander's childhood and, in Margot's case, the few good times she had with her little brother.

Without much ado, the two went to do what they had to do to keep the farm running. And so, while he tended the garden, she fed and tended (milked, brushed and bathed) the animals, as she was not very good at gardening and was used to dealing with them.

The morning passed quickly, before they knew it. They took a quick lunch break but soon got back to work. And so they spent the rest of the afternoon picking apples, for the apple trees were quite full that year.

In the evening, after a shower to lessen the day's fatigue, the two of them started to prepare dinner, but Margot was curious to see how the story Lysandre had been writing lately was going. She found this out in one of the text exchanges the two had. As he voiced his thoughts, it embarrassed him a little, but he still ended up agreeing to read to her after dinner.

As agreed, once the last dish was washed and put away, the two of them went upstairs to the study. Lysander sat in his chair and Margot settled comfortably in his lap. In this way, what was ready in the story until then began to be read. Sometimes he would ask her opinion, sometimes she would give him some suggestions on points he seemed to have doubts about.

That done, Margot began to draw some illustrations of the fragments of the story she had heard. And that pleasant moment in the office only ended after Lysandre sang some songs he had written about her since they met (she accidentally found the folder where the compositions were while looking for papers to make her doodles).

Then, as it was a little late, the two went to bed, but it still took a while for them to sleep, since the conversation they started was good.