#in english i think the closest equivalent is ‘sulking’

[sweaty-clouds]

thinking of whoever piri ends up with, their partner would eventually have to deal with the infamous Filipino Tampo ™

[lewis-winters]

Babe/Guarnere - if that's ok :) if not, friendship love languages for them?

I sat and had a Think and ended up laughing my head off just imagining what kind of combination passive-aggressive/aggressive would be like.

I had a bit of trouble with this because I don't really give Bill as much love as he deserves. Idk if I even got his character right in this so HAHAHA please forgive me I'm clueless but

Physical Touch.

That's it. Both of them. It's physical touch. As long as their hands are on each other, they're good. They can be shooting the shit, saying the most awful things to each other, but as long as they're touching each other softly or gently, then you know they're ok.

It's not even just the gentle touches, but the rough ones too. A shove here. A punch in the arm there. Rough housing. Whatnot. It's how they show affection.

As I mentioned before, Babe's giving and receiving love languages are both acts of service with a bonus physical touch in receiving. He'd prefer a simple touch over words exchanged, tbh. Bill's the same-- he's very loyal. So acts of service is a given; he'd do anything for Babe.

I think the only obstacle they might have is the whole passive-aggressive/aggressive schtick. Bill's reaction to Babe being a little shit isn't sweetness but with being a little shit right back.

It's difficult for me to explain in english so bear with me:

... In my country, we have a cultural behavior called tampo, in which one may withdraw affection or cheerfulness from a person who has hurt one's feelings. I think the closest english equivalent would be "to sulk" but... also not? It's more passive-aggressive than just plain sulking. There's a whole unspoken social contract/ritual to it.

That's Babe. Babe is the one who makes tampo.

Now, he only way to solve it is through something called suyo or amuin, where the offending party woos or cajole the one making tampo out of the feeling of being unhappy. You're supposed to do everything to try and make them smile at you again, basically. Ways to do this range from hugs or gift giving or cooking for them, or simply saying sorry.

Bill is supposed to make suyo. That's the social contract, right?

Well, he doesn't do it.

He finds Babe's passive-aggressiveness either really annoying or really funny, no in between. Either way, though, his response to it is always the same: make it worse.

"I made you dinner, but I guess you're not hungry. So I'll eat on my own, I guess."

"Yeah, alright, Babe."

"Fine, I'll eat all of it and I won't leave any for you."

"I'm full anyway."

"Yeah, you're a damn fool alright."

"'Ey, what did you call me?!"

And it just escalates from there.

[badwolfgirl314]

Story time: The Language Arts Teacher From Hell AKA Reason #1473368 Why the American School System Sucks Major Ass

I love to read always have & always will the closest I ever came to not wanting to read was when I was in the third grade when I started the AR program. AR or Accelerated Reading was a program designed to make kids read more, so of course everyone hated it. AR worked like this: -every book had a level -every book was worth a certain amount of points, the longer the book or higher the level the more points it was worth -in order to get the points you had to pass a computerized test on the book -you only go the percentage of the points that you got the questions right on the test Note 1: this was not with out reward it you got the amount of pints of the quarter you got to go on a field trip, like tubing in the winter or bowling... and I think we went to the movies once plus you go tickets for little prizes like toys and candy when you reached milestones like 10, 20, or 50 points and so on. My personal favorite was the biggest prize "Principal for a day" where basically you got to skip class and eat lunch in the board room with up to 6 friends, of course it was only for half a day but my mom brought in five cheese French bread pizza so it's all good So every student starts out reading half pointers almost exclusively during the extra hour of language arts that we were given. Now half pointer is just an AR term for picture book like the kind you read to kindergarteners or preschoolers before they go to bed so I, who was reading chapter books with my parents at home, whipped through two or three of these a day. Soon enough I was ahead on the points that my class was supposed to have so I asked my teacher, "Can I take a test on the Junie B Jones book my mom and I read together?" Note 2: my mom is not a reader I said we read it together but what actually happened was she suggested the book and read the first chapter and I read the rest to her, which is also how I got into Harry Potter, but with my dad and Nancy Drew, but with Nanny Junie B Jones books were only worth one point, mind you, but this lady turns to me and says, "No you can only read the half pointers." I ask again, reminding her that I already had read it I just wanted to take the test. She still said no. So I thought the third grade equivalent of 'Well fuck this bitch imma do it anyway' and headed to the computer lab after school to take the test, cuz you don't have to ask to use those computers you just show up and do. So anyway I take the test and low and behold I got a hundred on it the computer lab lady signed my sheet and I spent the rest of after school help play Webkinz like the badass nine-year-old that I was. Now by the time I got to school the next day I had entirely forgotten about my altercation with the language arts teacher from hell, I had gotten what I wanted and that was all I cared about. But of course my bliss was short-lived. During AR time that day I finished a half pointer and took the test on her computer and took my log up to show her and that is when she saw that I had taken the test on Junie B Jones And she flipped. She kept asking why I took the test when she told me not to and told me that doing so and going behind her back was disrespectful to which I replied "but I was ready" She sent me back to my seat and I sulked for the rest of class I couldn't think out why my teacher was upset I was going beyond what she asked I don't know exactly what happened after that but I probably told my parents and the next day my reading parameters were changed so that I could read one point chapter books, provided that I read two half pointers in between them. *That radio voice that talks really fast at the end of commercials so that the company advertising doesn't get sued for not mentioning the liabilities of their product but so fast that they may as well have said nothing* This rant was inspired by that post Katie read on Pinterest about a girl who the assistant librarian wouldn't let her check out Sherlock Holmes just because she was like seven and the book was intended for "more advanced readers" PS: Fun fact English teacher from hell's son got busted for bringing pot brownies to school hahahaha karmas a bitch PPS: Never had this problem again. Halfway through 4th grade said "k I'm ahead on points can I work on this project?" Teacher's like "sure just be quiet while everyone else reads. Show up for 5th grade say "Yo I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix over the summer imma go take a test be right back" Teacher says no running in the halls. and after that I was never questioned again I became the book goddess of North East Intermediate Elementary Center