#i’ve never seen DTS and now i am afraid to watch it :)

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Oh boy, this is gonna be a long one haha. This is a bit of an unusual post, but Tumblr, I need some assistance.

Ok so I've always have known about autism and stuff like it but it wasn't until about a year ago that I started looking into neurodivergency more. If you're wondering, it was brought about by my favorite Ducktales episode (season 3 episode 6: Astro Boyd) airing for the first time and I saw people talking about its autistic/neurodivergent themes.

Since then, I’ve been picking up some of my tendencies and it got me wondering. I never remember getting tested for this stuff so this is just based on my experiences and research. So for educational purposes, I'm gonna put some of the traits I do and see if any neurodivergent ppl relate lol

The first thing I want to touch upon is something plenty of us are probably familiar with: stimming. My experiences include;

Excitedly hitting a book I'm reading because of a cool call back, a really funny joke, or simply something badass happening (this just happened to me other day lol)

Flailing my arms and/or legs when something similar (to the point above) happens in a movie or tv show I enjoy

“Vibing” with my best friend includes: waving my arms and head around, bobbing up and down like I am an idle video game character, and/or just generally moving in place for a solid minute or two

The next thing I will mention: Hyperfixations

If you have seen my Tumblr, profile, or simply paid attention to the beginning of this post, you may not be surprised that I hyperfixate with my favorite show, possibly ever, Ducktales. I got emotional last year when I heard it was ending and legitimately cried at the end of the last episode. I mean watching those final credits still makes my heart hurt. (And I know I'm terrible at posting but I will never truly leave the Dt fandom)

Sometimes it happens rather quickly. For instance, I went to the mall with my friend last Saturday and impulsively bought a book called The Extraordinaries. I finished it in 3 days and I swear if I don't go back to that Barnes & Noble and get my hands on the sequel soon I will do crimes.

When I find things to hyperfixate about it is all I want to talk about with people for a while. But then I feel bad when they don't share my interests because I don't just want people to listen to me babble my head off all the time about stuff they don't care about.

Something I found out recently, losing track of time apparently can be a neurodivergent trait.

So yeah I've done this a lot. Overall, I just have terrible time management skills. I'm not great at putting things down on a timeline and it makes me anxious when I do so.

Also, since going into homeschooling about 5 years ago, I constantly lose track of time. Most of the time, I only know what day and time it is because I have a calendar next to my bed and a phone around me at all times. (off-topic but it annoys me that I used the word time so often here)

Prioritizing tasks, knowing how to start things, and just overall getting shiz done..???

I have. So many. Sketches I want to finish. But I keep going to a new one cause woop I just got a new idea must do it now right?! (Seriously though, I'm sorry that I haven't been posting much art lately)

I have a comic I want to start developing but I have no idea how on earth I should do that. And sometimes things seem obvious, like get the outlines for your story, get main plot points down, PUT YOUR DAM IDEAS YOU HAVE IN YOUR HEAD DOWN SOMEWHERE ANYWHERE. But nooo I'll just sit here and keep starting new sketches of my main characters. That'll get you a product you'll be happy with.

Sometimes I will just sit there thinking ok I'm sitting here but I have work I need to get done and I am running out of time to do it and it is stressing me out right now but I can't move I can't do it but I need to because it needs to get done and I am running out of time but it is stressful. Rinse and repeat for at least a half-hour, maybe take a nap lol.

This point is the fact that even though I never got tested I know I have maladaptive daydreaming which has a link to Adhd and neurodivergency in general.

For those who don't know what that is, I will try to explain. Yes, it is daydreaming but it's more than that. (you know what? I'm just gonna put the traits I found off of a site and add my feelings toward it lol)

extremely vivid daydreams with their own characters, settings, plots, and other detailed, story-like features

daydreams triggered by real-life events (mostly media I consume in my case)

difficulty completing everyday tasks (kinda like the stress-sitting I mentioned earlier just with daydreaming mixed in)

difficulty sleeping at night (at the time of making this point is it currently 3 am, though I am aware I'm up rn because of this post, it is usually because of the daydreaming)

an overwhelming desire to continue daydreaming (ok that's just...accurate)

performing repetitive movements while daydreaming (typically I walk around my house like a ping pong ball)

making facial expressions while daydreaming (idk I usually mouth what my character are saying or replicate the face their making)

whispering and talking while daydreaming (^^)

daydreaming for lengthy periods

The last thing I will mention for now is my family cause many sources say that this stuff is commonly genetic soooooooo

My mother has been diagnosed with dyslexia since she was a kid.

We've suspected that my brother has Adhd. To put it in perspective I will paraphrase something that his 2nd-grade teacher once said. “He moves around so much I want to just strap him to a chair sometimes but I am afraid to do it cause I think he'll explode”

I have more I could potentially talk about but I don't want to make this too long. I just want to know if anyone relates to this. So here take this mess of me hahahaaaaaaaa

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Meant To Be (Part 1) // Masterlist

Four years ago, Grayson Dolan wasn’t the same man he is today.

Grayson would stay in bed, barely getting enough sleep. Rarely eating as he became someone his own twin couldn’t even recognize. 

He was broken. Hurt. Angry. But he wasn’t angry at you. God, he could never be angry at you. Angry at himself for letting you walk out the door, for not being a better man to you. 

Grayson took out his pain and anger on everything and everyone around him, including his older brother, who wished he could take away his pain even if it was for just a second. For the first month, there was never a night Ethan didn’t hear his brother crying and throwing things against the wall. So he spent his sleepless nights with Grayson, despite how many times he tried to push him away until Grayson let him in again. Ethan had never seen his brother so empty and broken before, at least not in a very long time.

Eventually, Grayson found his way again as he tried his best to get his mind off of you. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t hurting anymore. 

It was about 2 in the morning, one of the first nights Grayson spent alone in his room, softly illuminated by his lamp, as he stared at the small, delicate rings in his hand. Yours and his. It broke his heart knowing you weren’t in his life anymore, but Grayson didn’t believe it.

He reached around his neck and undid the clasp of his necklace, sliding the two rings onto the chain to meet in the middle as he heard the two pieces of metal clink together before he put the necklace back on. From that moment on, Grayson never took the necklace off, keeping your ring close to his heart, waiting for the day he could give back what belonged to you.

Fast forward four years later, Grayson was at the Farmer’s Market he went to every Saturday afternoon to pick up his weekly groceries for him and Ethan. From a distance, he spotted the local florist wrapping a bouquet of your favorite flowers for a woman in line, drawing him back to the memory of your very first date when he bought you those exact flowers without realizing he was allergic to them until later that night. But what you never told him was that those actually weren’t your favorite. You couldn’t tell him after how happy he looked when he handed them to you, but you learned to love them, just like how you learned to love him.

He didn’t realize he was staring until he saw the woman with your flowers in her hand turn around. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, the feeling his hear drop in the process. It couldn’t be… It couldn’t be you. Grayson swore to himself that this was all a dream, something he’d dreamt for the past four years. He rehearsed in his head a million times what he would say to you if he ever saw you again, but nothing came. His brain was screaming at him, begging him to run, but he couldn’t. It was too late. You already saw him.

“Grayson?” You said walking closer to him, noticing he hasn’t changed one bit, except for the fact that his hair was longer since the last time you saw him.

It took Grayson a second to pull himself back into reality. His mind was caught up on the fact he was hearing your voice again, not through voicemail or through old videos, but in real life and it sounded more angelic than ever. “Hey Y/N...” Grayson managed to say, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

Really? You haven’t seen her for four years and that’s all you have to say? Ask her how she is!

“I haven’t seen you in so long. How long has it been? Like three years?”

It’s been too long. Four years but who’s counting?

“Yeah something like that.” He chuckled nervously. “Are you always here on Sundays?” 

“Yeah actually… Every two weeks or so. I’m usually here on Saturdays, but I was busy yesterday so here I am. What about you? I’ve never seen you here before.” You smiled at him.

“I’m here every week to get some groceries for me and Ethan. But of course, it’s usually just me.” Grayson said calmly, despite his instincts telling him to flee.

You looked down at the groceries in his hands, noticing the faint tan line of where his ring used to be, but quickly looked back at his eyes and giggled, “So I’m guessing you’re still the one that wears the pants in the house?”

Grayson laughed, something he hasn’t been able to do since you left, “Yeah I guess so.”

“How’s Ethan by the way?” You asked. Sure things didn’t end on a good note, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care about them anymore.

“He’s good. Just being Ethan if that makes any sense.”

“It totally does.” You chuckled as the awkward silence fell between the both of you. “Well I should probably get going.”

“I uh yeah.” Grayson said nervously, scratching the back of his head, “I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your day.”

You looked up at him, seeing the slight glimmer of sadness in his eyes, “Bye Gray.” 

“Bye Y/N.” Grayson said softly as he watched you walk away before turning around with his head hung low to walk to his car. He wanted to turn around so badly and pour his heart out to you. Tell you how much of a wreck he is without you.

She was right there. For years, you’ve been praying for a chance to see her again. To tell her how you really feel. Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell her you miss her? Why didn’t you tell her you lo-

“Grayson!” He turned around to see you jogging towards him, laughing as you almost tripped over your own feet due to how clumsy you are. 

There it was. His chance to see you again. “Yeah?” He asked, smiling softly at you.

“I was going to go grab some coffee and I was wondering if you wanted to come with.” You managed to say once you caught your breath. You quickly realized how stupid you were to ask when Grayson didn’t answer right away. “O-Only if you want to, of course. You’re probably super busy and all. But I was heading that way and I didn’t want to be rude. I kn-”

Grayson laughed at your habit of rambling when you got nervous, guess some things never change. This was the second chance he was waiting for and maybe just maybe things would turn out the way he wanted them to. But he knew he shouldn’t have said yes. “I would love to.”

The two of you sat in a booth in the back of the cafe like the many late night diner runs the two of you would do on your spontaneous adventures, only this time you sat across from each other with no clue what happened during these four years apart.

“So how’ve you been Y/N?” Grayson was the first to speak before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’ve been good.” For the first time, Grayson was able to take a look at you as you rambled on about how your life has been for the past four years. Taking in the moment for as long as he could, not knowing when would be the last time he would see you as he noticed your hair is a little longer. Smile a bit brighter. And your eyes are just as he remembered.

“What about you, Gray? How’ve you been?” You asked taking a sip of your coffee, anxiously waiting for his response.

I miss you.

“Good.” He breathed out, “Ethan and I have been focusing on what we love most, especially our videos and we created a fragrance company called...”

“Wakeheart.” You said smiling at him. You couldn’t be any happier for him. So proud of him for putting things out there for himself.

“Y-You know?” Grayson was astonished. He never expected you to know what he had been up to.

“Of course. And congrats on DT Productions.”

“Wow… I didn’t think you still watched our videos.” Grayson spoke softly. 

“I’m proud of you Gray.” You meant it. You would never tell him or anyone this, but watching his videos let you escape from reality when you needed it most.

His eyes met yours, as a feeling of reminiscence washed over you, bringing you back to a time when you were both so happy. “Thank you. It means a lot. It’s just that…” But then his eyes landed on the sparkling diamond ring where the one he gave you once was. Only fear and sadness came to mind as he struggled to find the right words to say, but all he knew was that ring was bigger than the one he gave you.

“Y-You’re married?” He breathed out, watching you carefully. Suddenly, his dream was something he wanted to wake up from.

Your eyes flickered to where his eyes were and covered the ring with your right hand, sliding it into your lap, wishing you should’ve gone yesterday instead of watching Netflix all day. “Um engaged actually…” You said softly, avoiding his gaze as your coffee suddenly became unappetizing.

It took Grayson a few seconds to pull himself back into reality as so many thoughts came into mind. Who is he? How did I not notice it before? Did she love him? Does she still love me the way I still love her?

“Congrats. Who’s the lucky guy?” Grayson faked a smile to mask the pain breaking his heart into a million pieces. 

“A friend of a friend. We were dating for a little over 3 years before he asked me to marry him.” 

A year. It took you a fucking year to move on. Meanwhile I’m still here trying to pick up the pieces from when you left four years ago.

“That’s great.” Grayson cleared his throat to ease the lump forming in his throat, “Wow… um I’m so happy for you.” As much as it pained him to say it, he truly was happy for you. He just hoped you were happy.

“Thanks.” 

Silence fell once again as the two of you were too afraid to say the wrong words. But luckily Grayson’s phone went off, notifying him that he got a text from Ethan reminding him to pick up some avocados. 

“It’s Ethan. He’s wondering what time I’ll be home. We have a video to shoot today.” Grayson lied. It’s not that he didn’t want to spend time with you, it hurt him more knowing you didn’t love him anymore.

“Oh okay.” You said, getting up and grabbing your flowers. “I should probably get going too.”

Grayson followed your movements, taking one last sip of his coffee, “I guess this is goodbye?”

He didn’t want it to be, not now not ever. It’s crazy to think the beautiful girl standing in front of him was still the one who holds a special place in his heart, even though it wasn’t the same for him. 

Your eyes met with his as he hoped you couldn’t see how much he was begging for you not to go. But instead you said with a small voice, “Bye Gray.”

“Bye Y/N.” Grayson said just above a whisper, watching you turn around to walk towards the door. Flashbacks came to his mind of the night before you left, picturing him not letting you go if he’d woken up sooner. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Grayson quickly reached out and pulled you into his chest, his muscular arms wrapping around you tightly. Your muscles tensed at the quick motion, but immediately fell with ease as you came in contact with his warmth and his signature scent consuming you. 

“I miss you.” Grayson whispered into your ear as he felt your arms wrap tightly around his torso.

You couldn’t explain what you felt. A part of you knew you shouldn’t have invited him for coffee, but another part of you felt at home.

A feeling you haven’t felt in a very long time.

“I miss you too.” You mumbled softly into his chest. I miss you so much more than you know.

Neither of you wanted to let go, fear that this would be the last time you would ever see each other. But maybe it’s for the best,

As much as it hurt you to let go, you had to. Pulling away, you felt tears in your eyes, but you couldn’t bear to reach his eyes. “Bye Gray.”

Grayson let you go as he watched you walk out of his life for the second time, “Bye Y/N.”

Somehow Grayson managed to make it home. The drive was a blur. He couldn’t remember getting into his car or leaving the cafe, all he could remember is you leaving as he became numb.

“Hey Gray! Did you get my text?” Ethan shouted as he walked out to the living room to see his brother empty handed, staring through the window into the backyard.

“Gray?” Ethan said as he wanted closer to his brother. “Gray did you he-”

“She’s getting married.” Grayson said softly.

“Who is?”

“Y/N.” Grayson said as his lifeless eyes finally reached his older brother’s. “She’s getting married.”

Ethan couldn’t find the right words to say so instead he walked to his room and returned with an open envelope in his hand, “I know.” He said handing it to Grayson, “She sent this a few months ago.”

Grayson’s eyes lowered to the white envelope as his hands reached for it to pull out the card that said, “Please join us in celebration of the marriage…”

That was all Grayson could read before he let the paper fall to the ground as he turned to face his brother. “You knew and didn’t tell me?” Grayson said harshly, stepping towards him. “You knew this whole time and you didn’t tell me that the love of my life is getting married to someone else?”

“I didn’t know what to do. You weren’t ready an-” 

“How can anybody be ready for this? How can someone watch the person they love get married to someone else when I’m supposed to be the one that marries her!” Grayson shouted from the top of his lungs, the pain in his voice echoing throughout the entire house.

Ethan watched as tears fell from Grayson’s eyes before he fell to his knees. Luckily, Ethan reacted fast enough to catch his brother. “Grayson. Grayson. I got you.”

“How… How could she do this?”

“I don’t know Gray. I really don’t.”

The two boys sat there for a while in silence as Ethan comforted his younger brother until Grayson whispered, “How could she not love me anymore?” 

From the window above, you could see your friends and family gather around to celebrate the beginning of a new chapter in your life you were about to spend with your soon-to-be husband.

“Five minutes Y/n.” You heard your maid of honor say before she closed the door.

This was it. The best day of your life starts now. You were ready to spend the rest of your life with someone who loved you.

“You look beautiful.”

You knew that voice from anywhere. But how could you ever forget it?

“Grayson?” You turned around to see him standing by the door, looking handsome as ever in his tux. “What are you doing here?”

“You can’t marry him.” He was quick to say before he stepped closer to you, letting the door close behind him.

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. How could he come here and say this to you. “W-What?”

“Don’t marry him.” He repeated, taking a step closer to you, holding your hands in his.

“Why not? You can’t just come here and tell me th-”

“Because I love you.” There it was, the three words you’ve been waiting to hear for the past four years. It made your heart swell even after all these years. “I have never stopped loving you.”

“Grayson… It’s been four years.”

“I know and everyday that has passed since you left has been a living hell without you by my side. You made my life better than I could ever ask for. I need you in my life and you can’t tell me that that day when we ran into each other, you didn’t feel the same way I did because you could’ve just walked away, but you went up to me and asked me to get coffee.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. You never expected your wedding day to be like this. Grayson pulled out his necklace from underneath his dress shirt and held out the rings in front of you. The one he gave you four years ago, the only one that ever felt right to wear. “Today was supposed to be our special day. The day our future we planned together was supposed to begin. And I’ve been carrying around these rings around my neck everyday for the past four years, knowing that one day I would be able to give the ring I gave you back to you because I know you still love me.”

“Grayson I’m getting married today! He makes me happy and he loves me!” You tried to explain to him.

“But do you love him?” Grayson asked in a quiet voice, fearing what he would hear next.

Before you could answer, the music started to play, signaling it was time. “That’s my cue.” You said as your voice broke, walking towards the door. “Goodbye Grayson.”

“Bye Y/N.” He said before you closed the door, leaving Grayson to lose all hope in finally being together, but he was always going to love you.

Grayson watched you walk down the aisle towards your fiance, where he was supposed to be standing, but instead he stood in the back. As everyone’s eyes were on you, no one saw him sneak out the two doors you walked into earlier, except you.

He drove around aimlessly, getting as far away as he could until he ended up at a lookout he hasn’t visited since he was with you. Grayson parked his car and sat on top of his car, staring out at the sunset, hearing the waves crash onto the shore below him. He took off the necklace and held the two rings in his hand, debating if he should throw it into the ocean, but he couldn’t. Grayson wasn’t ready to let go just yet, his heart wasn’t ready.

Even if he wasn’t there to celebrate with you, he hoped you were truly happy because that’s the only thing he wa-

“I love you.”

Grayson turned around and saw you in your wedding gown running towards him. He stood up as you stood in front of him. “What? What are you doing here?”

“I said I love you. I love you Grayson Bailey Dolan. And I have never stopped loving you. The day I walked out was the biggest mistake of my life.” You said with pleading eyes.

“I don’t understand. You said…”

“I know what I said, but I was lying. Standing up there without you didn’t feel right. Nothing has felt right without you. Because I need you in my life. I’m sorry for walking out. I’m sorry for everything.” 

Grayson didn’t know what else to do, but to kiss you. It was everything you both wanted, needed for what had felt like the longest four years apart.

You pulled away, foreheads resting against each other with the biggest smiles on each other’s face.

“I love you Y/N. I will always love you.” Grayson said softly before pulling away, unclasping his hand to reveal your ring to put on your finger, “And I believe this belongs to you.”

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Translation: “The Minish Cap” in German, Part 7: Minish Village Where Minish People Live

We meet the Minish and quickly discover that we can't talk to them. Ah, bollocks. Here is my translation of the German version of "The Minish Cap" to English!

My translation key: DT: „direct translation" (translated word for word) EQ: "English equivalent" (as in, as close to an English-sounding sentence as it's gonna get) DT/EQ: „"direct translation/English equivalent" (for when the DT is so similar to an EQ that it's practically English already) OE: "official English (translation as given in the European English version of "The Minish Cap")" (NOTE:) "anything I need to point out" (exactly what it says on the tin) BG: „backwards German" for the Minish language in reverse form

My translation work under the cut.

Ezelo: „Hm... Hier ist wohl das Dorf der Wald-Minish." DT: „Hm... Here is surely the Village (of) the Forest-Minish." EQ: "Hm... Surely here is the Village of the Forest-Minish." OE: "Hmmm... It appears we have found the Minish village."

BG: „Schnem nie!" Wald-Minish: „Ein Mensch!" DT/EQ: „"A human!" OE: "Pico picori!" (NOTE: Yup. In German, Italian, Japanese, French, Spanish, and practically every other translation, the Minish speak the respective translated-language backwards. English, as far as I remember, is the only translation where the Minish speak gibberish. Also, the "Forest" Minish are still the "Forest" Minish.)

BG: „Schnem nie! Se tsi os!" Wald-Minish: „So ist es! Ein Mensch!" DT/EQ: „"So it is! A human!" OE: "Ripi ripico picori!"

BG: „Nelhäzre neredna ned riw nessüm sad!" Wald-Minish: „Das müssen wir den anderen erzählen!" DT: "This must we the others tell!" EQ: "We must tell the others this!" OE: "Picoco pico ripico!"

Ezelo: „Sie haben offenbar schon lange keinen Menschen mehr gesehen." DT: „They have obviously already long no humans more seen." EQ: "They have obviously not seen humans for a long time." OE: "I gather it's been quite a long time since they last saw a human." (NOTE: Idiomatic. Again. Like most of Ezlo's dialogue.)

Ezelo: „...Was? Du konntest sie nicht verstehen?" DT: „...What? You can them not understand?" EQ: "...What? You can't understand them?" OE: "...What's that? You didn't understand what they were saying just now?"

Ezelo: „Das war die Sprache der Minish. Kein Wunder, dass du nichts verstehst." DT: „That was the language of the Minish. No wonder, that you not understand." EQ: "That was the language of the Minish. No wonder you don't understand." OE: "Ah, yes. That was the language of the Minish."

Ezelo: „Ich habe auch kaum etwas verstanden, weil sie einen eigenen Dialekt haben." DT: „I (x) also barely something understood, because they a peculiar dialect have..." EQ: "I also barely understood them, because they have a peculiar dialect..." OE: "It's a little different from the dialect I am most familiar with. I'm afraid I didn't catch most of what they said myself." (NOTE: First sentence in conversational past.)

Ezelo: „Na, irgendeiner hier wird uns schon verstehen. Suchen wir ihn!" DT: „Well, someone here will us already understand. Seek we him!" EQ: "Well, someone here will have to understand us. Let's seek him!" OE: "But perhaps there is someone here who understands your language. We should look around."

BG: „Ud tsgas saw?" Wald-Minish: „Was sagst du?" DT: „What say you?" EQ: "What are you saying?" OE: "Pico riki poko ti po!"

Festa: „Nanu! Du siehst ungewöhnlich aus. Bist du etwa ein Mensch!?" DT/EQ: „"Well! You look unusual (x). Are you something like a human!?" OE: "Hm... I've never seen an outfit like that before. Are you a...human?" (NOTE: Priest Festari has become Priest Festa. And „siehst...aus" is the split-apart and conjugated version of „aussehen".)

Festa: „Es ist lange her, dass ein Mensch hier war. Ich verstehe eure Sprache." DT: „It is long ago, that a human here was. I understand your language." EQ: „It's been a long time since a human was here. I understand your language." OE: "Oh, my! It's been quite some time since any humans came here." (NOTE: Festari jumps on the bandwagon of idiomatic sentences.)

Festa: „Mein Name ist Festa, der Priester, und ich wache über den Schrein hinter mir." DT/EQ: „"My name is Festa, the Priest, and I guard over the Shrine behind me." OE: "My name is Festari. I watch the abbey, as well as the shrine to the north."

Festa: „Du scheinst Probleme zu haben, da du unsere Sprache nicht verstehst." DT: „You seem problems to have, since you our language not understand." EQ: "You seem to be having problems, since you don't understand our language." OE: "You...seem to be having some trouble with our language, don't you?" (NOTE: Festari's line in English always bothered me, since it should be "aren't you" instead of "don't you"; but then I realised that it was probably intentional, since he's the only Minish in the entire Village who understands the human language and most likely taught himself, grammatical mistakes included.)

Festa: „Südlich von hier ist ein Fass-Haus. Dort gibt es eine Quatschbirne." DT: „South of here is a Barrel-House. There there is a Gibberishpear." EQ: "South of here is a Barrel-House. There, there is a Gibberishpear." OE: "You could use a Jabber Nut. It will allow you to understand our tongue." (NOTE: "Jabber Nut" became „Quatschbirne", which has too many translations to count. It could mean anything from "Gibberish pear" to "Nonsense pear" to "Rubbish bulb". I thought "Gibberish pear" worked the best, since it IS for the Minish language...)

Festa: „Wenn du die Quatschbirne isst, kannst du unsere Sprache sprechen." DT: „When you the Gibberishpear eat, can you our language speak." EQ: "When you eat the Gibberishpear, you can speak our language." OE: "You should be able to find one in the barrel house just south of here."

Ezelo: „Ah! Kindchen!" DT/EQ: „"Ah! Kiddo!" OE: "Oh, Link."

Ezelo: „Das ist die Quatschbirne, von der Festa erzählte." DT: „This is the Gibberishpear, of (the) Festa told." EQ: "This is the Gibberishpear that Festa told of." OE: "This must be the Jabber Nut Festari told you about."

Ezelo: „Dann lass uns gleich mal davon probieren!" DT: „Then let us immediately (softener) of this try!" EQ: "In that case, let's immediately try it!" OE: "Well, you'd better eat it if you plan on making any progress at all." (NOTE: „Dann" can mean "then", but "in that case" worked slightly better, especially since he tries to soften the sentence later with „mal".)

ITEM GET: „Isst die Quatschbirne! Dann kannst du mit den Minish reden!" DT: „Ate the Gibberishpear! Then can you with the Minish talk!" EQ: "Ate the Gibberishpear! Now you can talk with the Minish!" OE: "You ate the Jabber Nut! Now you can understand the language of the Minish."

Wald-Minish: „Du hast also die Quatschbirne gegessen und kannst uns verstehen." DT: „You (x) so the Gibberishpear eaten and can us understand." EQ: "So, you have eaten the Gibberishpear and can understand us." OE: "So you've eaten the Jabber Nut and now you can understand us..."

Wald-Minish: „Der Älteste sagte, die Menschen von heute könnten uns nicht mehr sehen." DT: „The Elder says, the humans of to-day can us no more see." EQ: "The Elder says the humans of to-day can't see us anymore." OE: "The elder said that humans can no longer see us as they once could."

Wald-Minish: „Unglaublich, dass du uns sehen kannst!" DT: „Unbelievable, that you us see can!" EQ: "Unbelievable that you can see us!" OE: "It's amazing that you can see us."

Festa: „Du hast die Quatschbirne gegessen." DT: „You (x) the Gibberishpear eaten." EQ: "You have eaten the Gibberishpear." OE: "So you've eaten the Jabber Nut, and now you can understand us?"

Festa: „... ... ..." DT/EQ: „"... ... ..." OE: "..." (NOTE: Long pause there, Festari.)

Festa: „Über das Schwert weiß ich nichts. Der Älteste weiß bestimmt mehr!" DT: „About the Sword know I not. The Elder knows certainly more!" EQ: „I know nothing about the Sword. The Elder certainly knows more!" OE: "Sorry, but I know little about swords. I'm sure the elder can help you."

Ginsta: „Oh! Du sprichst die Sprache der Minish!" DT/EQ: „"Oh! You speak the language (of) the Minish!" OE: "Oh! You speak our language! It's been quite a while since we've heard outsiders speak our tongue!" (NOTE: Elder Gentari is Älteste/Elder Ginsta.)

Ginsta: „Hier gibt es zwar nichts, aber bitte, bleibt doch und ruht euch aus!" DT: „Here there is indeed nothing, but please, stay nevertheless and rest yourselves (x)!" EQ: "Here, there is nothing much, but please, nevertheless, stay and rest yourselves!" OE: "We have little to offer you in these woods, but please, enjoy your stay." (NOTE: „ruht" and „aus" are translated together, because they are from „ausruhen".)

Ezelo: „Nein, nein, vielen Dank, aber wir sind in Eile." DT/EQ: „"No, no, many thanks, but we are in (a) hurry." OE: "Thank you for your offer, but we have no time to relax. My name is Ezlo."

Ezelo: „Mein Name ist Ezelo, und das ist Link." DT/EQ: „"My name is Ezelo, and this is Link." OE: "This child is Link."

Ezelo: „Wir müssen Prinzessin Zelda vom Fluch des Hexenmeisters befreien." DT: „We must Princess Zelda from the curse of the sorcerer be-free." EQ: "We must free Princess Zelda from the curse of the sorcerer." OE: "We need to break a curse that has been cast on the princess of Hyrule."

Ezelo: „Wir wollen das zerbrochene Schwert der Minish hier reparieren lassen." DT: „We want the broken Sword of the Minish here repair let." EQ: "We want the broken Sword of the Minish to get repaired here." OE: "To do so, we'll need to reforge the broken Picori Blade." (NOTE: Idiomatic.)

Ginsta: „Ach, so ist das! Ihr seid gekommen, um das Schwert reparieren zu lassen." DT: „Oh, so is that! You all (x) came, in order (to) the Sword repair to let." EQ: "Oh, so that's it! You all came in order to let the Sword get repaired." OE: "Ah, yes. And you've come here now to have the blade reforged?"

Ginsta: „Um das Heilige Schwert zu erschaffen, braucht ihr die vier Elemente." DT: „In order the Holy Sword to create, need you all the four Elements." EQ: "In order to create the Holy Sword, you all need the four Elements." OE: "If you want the blade reforged, you will need the four elements."

Ginsta: „Die Elemente enthalten die Energie dieser Welt in konzentrierter Form." DT/EQ: „"The Elements contain the energy of this world in concentrated form." OE: "These are the crystalline forms of the energies that fill our world."

Ginsta: „Wenn man diese Kraft auf der Schwert überträgt, wird es das Heilige Schwert." DT: „When one this Force to the Sword transfers, become it the Holy Sword." EQ: „When one transfers this Force to the Sword, it becomes the Holy Sword." OE: "Only by infusing the blade with these energies can a new blade be forged."

Ginsta: „Ich kann euch sagen, wo sich die Elemente befinden." DT: „I can you say/tell, where (x) the Elements located." EQ: "I can tell you where the Elements are located." OE: "Here, give me your map. I can mark where these elements can be found." (NOTE: Idiomatic as „sich befinden" is together.)

Ginsta: „Das Erd-Element ist im Schrein nördlich vom Haus des Priesters." DT/EQ: „"The Earth-Element is in the Shrine north(ern) of the house of the Priest." OE: "The Earth Element can be found in the Shrine north of Festari's abbey."

Ginsta: „Priester Festa wird euch sagen, wie ihr zum Schrein kommt." DT: „Priest Festa will you say/tell, how you all to the Shrine come." EQ: "Priest Festa will tell you, how you all can get to the Shrine." OE: "Speak with Festari. He will show you the path to the shrine's entrance."

Ginsta: „Im Schrein wohnen inzwischen Ungeheuer, deshalb gebt Acht!" DT: „In the Shrine reside meanwhile monsters, therefore give heed!" EQ: "Meanwhile, monsters reside in the Shrine, so be careful!" OE: "Go with caution. Evil creatures have lately made home in our shrine."

Ginsta: „Wenn ihr das Erd-Element gefunden habt, kommt hierher zu mir!" DT: „When you all the Earth-Element found (have), come here to me!" EQ: "When you all have found the Earth Element, come here to me!" OE: "Return to me at once after you have found the Earth Element."

Festa: „Du willst zum Schrein? Bitte, hier entlang!" DT: „You want to the Shrine? Please, here along!" EQ: "You want to go to the Shrine? Please, (right) along here!" OE: "You wish to go to the shrine? Very well. This way..." (NOTE: "You want to the Shrine?", in context of "you want the path?", technically works in EQ, but "to go to" makes it a little bit clearer.)

Festa: „Pass gut auf, denn dort hausen Ungeheuer! Da ist es gefährlich!" DT: „Take good care of yourself, since there dwell monsters! There is it dangerous!" EQ: "Take good care of yourself, since monsters dwell there! It is dangerous there!" OE: "Vile beasts have settled in recently. Be careful: it is quite dangerous."

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I could use an ear...

Who have I become? I’ve been asking myself this all too much lately. I feel like I’m mourning the person I was… or maybe I didn’t know who I was then either- but either way, lately I feel totally lost. I am nowhere near the place I thought I would be by now…I have this overwhelming sense that I’m “running out of time.” I’m having a hard time looking in the mirror these days. I’m having a hard time being on social media because I was the one on such the bright successful path, and now all I see are pictures and posts that used to be like mine of all these successful endeavors from my friends and family. In some way I’ve let myself go. I don’t know how I can be so happy in some respects and so grateful for every little thing… but be so depressed otherwise. This is my anonymous blog. I have to keep it this way… for now. Because I’m not ready for it to be public. Im Not strong enough yet to admit to the world that these are my struggle. But I need to get this all out because I seriously feel like I’m gonna lose it if I don’t. I used to express these things through songwriting and writing… but lately even that has come to a halt. I used to work out to deal with these feelings…. but now I’ve gained a bunch of weight and this is just feeding the vicious cycle…I am mad that I am overweight..so I drink…I’m pissed that I drink so I eat….I’m too hungover to workout so I just start the cycle over again…

I don’t have an outlet. I’m not ready to talk to my friends openly about this even though I know it’s obvious to everyone. I’m hoping I can create a space here for people to talk anonymously (or not) , about their challenges and not worry about being judged or shamed.

I’m a raging alcoholic. I have been forever. Drinking super heavy in binge party situations…Since I was literally 11 or 12. But now the amount I can consume and still function is frightening… ( well- by “function” I mean still get up and go to work even if it’s half assed and I’m avoiding making eye contact with everyone.) I have mega self confidence issues. If I don’t think I look good (ie being thin) - I feel borderline worthless. I have mega self critique issues… I realized today that over the last 2 months I blew off 2 social events with close friends, a memorial for an old producer, and countless live events that I had been looking forward to. It’s like I’m too afraid to be seen in public or by people who haven’t seen me in a while. I’ve gained weight… feel way less outgoing…don’t have much going on career wise to talk about ( where before I felt like I was on fire.) Now I feel like a failure and loser. Feel totally stifled. But that wasn’t always the case. If you haven’t gathered already, I’m obviously a musician and it wouldn’t be too hard to find me online. Thus another reason for the want to stay anonymous…. (for now.) In my “field”, it’s socially acceptable, and almost encouraged to be a drinker… to party and be naughty, to live up to the image of a bad girl or boy. But eventually the party stops, and the lights come back on and you go home and wake up to nothingness… only to repeat the process again. My story isn’t so unique…it’s the story of a million others who have the same struggles… we are have different voices, but yet we are one voice. I need to talk openly - to purge. I have to say that I’m very happy in other ways… I’m very happily married and enjoy a good home life and many wonderful animal babies as well as great friends. I’m BEYOND grateful for a great family and all I have there. I have a good job but I’m totally unchallenged, bored , and my commute is so brutal it sucks the life out of me… I knew I was getting bad when I started buying nips on my way home from work…I knew things were REALLY bad when I felt embarrassed to go to the same store every night at 5:15 and the same kid rings me up and eventually goes right to the booze I want before I even ask. I knew I was getting bad when I started looking for different stores in the area in order to switch it up… I knew I was getting bad when I would get what I “think” are DT’s…. feeling impending doom and a sense of anxiety I can’t even put into words when I would sober up at night after a long weekend of binging. Totally dehydrated, and like my heart was going to come out of my chest…Unable to sleep. I knew I was getting bad when I started sincerely worrying about the condition of my inner organs and how long it would take them to fail… I knew I was getting bad when I watched my friend die from over drinking, when I watched other friends struggle with cancer and things NOT brought on by drinking who would do ANYTHING and NEVER destroy their body the way I have been….And yet… I do it … again and again….and again. I took a full month off of drinking this summer. It was the best month I have had in a VERY long time. I started running and weight training - and the weight melted off. I was writing… my journal was filling up … the fog lifted. And then… all it took was one night of cocktails and crap food and I was right back at it. Now 3 months later I am WAY worse off than I was even then. It’s like a binge and purge situation. There is no balance for me… I’m all or nothing. I can’t just have one glass of wine …. well that isn’t entirely true- when I’m REALLY working out and fit and focused I can…. but it doesn’t last forever and I just cycle out….

I don’t think I’ve touched my journal for 3 months. It’s like everything has halted.

The problem is I LIKE drinking..I just don’t want it to have such a hold on me…I want to be able to be the social drinker so many of my friends are…for it to be a “special occasion” type of thing..and not this terribly bad habit….I need to get out of this rut and stop comparing myself to everyone else…and most of all I need to stop saying ’ I need to do this…“ and just fucking do it.

I want to be good and healthy for my wife…for my family…

Which is why… I am writing this blog. 

First step to refocus is to talk about it a bit. Rid myself a bit of the burden. It’s such a fucking heavy one.

Feel free to comment and share your story…I’m only getting started.