#its not my native language

[nightyraven-art]

As I'm working on my post-botw au I have the final design of my Link

It's been a year of me trying to find a design and writing this project I wouldn't say its finished but I'm at a great starting point.

A big thanks to the people who helped me continuing this projects bc I was stuck for months XD

The premise takes place after botw when Link and Zelda found out Ganon's skeleton (inspired by totk trailer) this au doesn't have zonai. If you are wondering what happened? Gloom takes over Link's body. Purah helped making the suit with the remains of the divine beast and ancient Guardians parts.

The Adventure starts with Zelda this time(still a wip) meanwhile Link goes to the depths. Later on they both will work together.

However Link will be not alone after awhile...someone is watching him or maybe waiting for him

I'm still working on this project in the meantime, it's not done but big thanks to my friends helping me out with this.

I'm currently writing a fanfic abt this au and designing Zelda, it might take some time but don't worry!!! I'm still working once I have free time

This started as a joke and began something more, I wouldn't made it to this point if it wasn't for my friends!!

I just ask any of you to be patient in the meanwhile but I hope I'm not letting anyone out I'm just trying my best to make it memorable.

I'm very proud of my progress on this project!!

[heshmmity]

i cant even fully explain how much i love bill and mabel's friendship. they paint their nails pink together. throwing sleepovers with candy and grenda, he is like a girl dad but uncle to all of the girls. (including pacifica, shes also a guest on parties when she isnt busy)

bill gives mabel dating tips (poorly. these tips suck.) and all these tips suck bc bill is a pathetic dude. he literally whines to mabel every time ford is busy with researches and ignores him for five minutes. mabel knitted like a million sweaters for him with personal designs (sooo much doritos jokes)

and they dont allow ford, stan or dipper on their sleepovers. bill teaches girls how to play all sorts of gamblings and at first he was like doing all sorts of giveaways to girls but then he realizes that he cant actually win them in damn poker. he lost a lot of sweets that day. sweets and dignity

i have so much headcanons for them helppppp

[yzegem]

Description of an encounter with a summerfolk, taken from a letter sent by the diplomat Isji Fan to his superior:

My lord of the eastern tributary province, I send you this letter as an update on the unsuccessful negotiations with Osdu da Lag, the summerfolk warlord of the Yukas valley, on the subject of granting safe passage to our merchants and peasants through this region.

We first sent a summerfolk envoy to his hidden hill fortress, who was treated with respect and arranged a date for our meeting.

The summerfolk of the lowlands and specially da Lag are known for their brutality against their enemies but hospitality with messengers, so I was only accompanied by two lance bearing local soldiers and a translator, as a way of not raising any tensions.

My translator was Enkida, a girl from Four Ports, knowledgeable of many languages spoken by men and summerfolk of the region alike and loyal to our cause.

We arrived in the set location at the arranged time and waited sitting on portable stools. The place was a rocky clearing of the forest next to a weak shallow creek, with dense vegetation all around us, wich made it hard to see beyond the tree line.

After nervous waiting for about half an hour the sudden sound of pebbles sliding over one another warned us of our visitor, who had until now managed to move it's massive body through the vegetation unnoticed.

He was tall even for one of his kind, his thin body a moving palm trunck, and his frizzy hair, styled into many knots and intertwined with feathers and beads made his head look even more like the foliage of said tree. He beared full red warpaint on his face and most shocking of all, he lacked the typical large cloak of his people and exposed his pitch black naked body.

Before we even said a word, he sat down in front of us, with his legs, as long as a laying man could span, spread surrounding our group.

This action, my lord, wich you could find common to do in front of your guests, is extremely rare among the summerfolk and gave us a clear message. See, those of his kind rarely sit down and prefer to eat, work, talk and even sleep standing up, as, given their stature, lifting their body quickly from the ground makes their head ache and even faint.

Da Lag was showing clear vulnerability, sitting naked and unarmed in front of us, still, I'm ashamed that my reaction was that of fright, my lord. He was not afraid of us one bit, and felt safe even immobile and unarmed.

[flovoid]

CRIMINAL VS DETECTIVE

a detective who is obsessing over solving a case involving a ‘criminal’ who steals precious monuments but does bring these items back under a ‘one’ condition…

which is forcing officers of the law in san myshuno to reveal their deepest injustice secrets, that are long hidden from the public eyes..

[ehs73y3ck]

[redswaberkez]

you get a cat to catch rats and he's a rat himself

[nmoroder]

yet another follow up for the atziluth swap au, aka "benji binah au" as i've titled it bcuz the basis of this au is literally it. assigning benjamin as the extraction team sephirah

i was troubled as to how the ruina designs would work and what would i need to swap there and then, as kindly pointed out in a comment to au's original post, i simply did the genderswap to match the sephirot by kabbalah and ruina designs came naturally. they look VERY similar to original, i know, all the more confusing to see them outside of this au haha

[gazeladepijama]

WHY TF IS HE ON MY BRAWL STARS NOW

[cmentary]

Sevika x Reader - College AU

Sevika x reader, college au, 4th year reader, 5th year teachers 'helper Sevika', later on reader's tutor, no "y/n" or "reader", reader is referred to as X because she just is.

Today is one of those days which you don't experience many times in your life. Usually it's 5, unless you're unlucky enough to be forced to take a few more due to your failing grades. Luckily X didn't experience this displeasure and she was just about to start her 4th year of college. 

She was never forced to repeat a year, her grades were just fine… Except for math. 

Throughout the years she was blessed with an amazing tutor, a lovely lady in her 50s, who's been getting her to pass math each year since 7th grade of primary school. Unfortunately, people age, her tutor did and so did her mother. Because of her mothers condition, the math tutor was not able to support X this year. Reasonably it sent her into VERY lightly panic. 

With teachers like that and brains like this, on the first day after summer X was unable to find any crumbs of hope to brighten the day up and it would only get more complicated from this point. 

Housing system? Completely changed, this year everyone got assigned new dorm rooms. Unlike for the previous three years when X would share a room with some student a year below her, who'd rarely attend lectures, disappear for the whole night for parties and come back in the morning to sleep though half of the day, now she was completely alone.

Now what would greet her was an empty room, which she didn't decorate much, it didn't seem necessary (and it's not like she could afford much dust catchers). The only thing brought into the simple dorm was a pair of bags filled with clothes and necessary hygienic products. 

As the first few weeks flew by filled with simple classes like linguistics and those subjects directly related to her major, alongside those which she could deal with were also those she couldn't deal with much, especially math. 

It was almost half of the way towards the first session into the semester when the math teacher brought to class some sort of an assistant. Which from the looks surely did not seem like one. Teachers ‘little’ helper was a woman well above 6 feet of height, dark skinned, tanned enough to look as if she was golden, with short brown hair usually with it's top half tied up, not dressing too assistant-like, most of the time wearing sweatpants and t-shirts or compression shirts both which hugged her muscles tightly. She was a year five student, probably shooting towards becoming some sort of a substitute teacher.

She brought insecurities to boys from X's year group, being much more well built than the majority of them. During lectures whispers and giggles could be heard between other girls, who'd wonder whether she's even a woman with a silhouette like that. What was caught by X's attention was how a student made it, to be standing near the teachers desk, not sitting somewhere in the crowd AND still having time to hit the gym to maintain physique as impressive as hers. 

A few more math lectures ran by, accompanied by naps overtaking X's consciousness and occasional glances shared with the teachers assistant. Her expression stoic, yet surely irritated and disappointed with the lack of attention from the group of students. No matter how detailed and pretty were X's notes, everything the math teacher said would go in through her one ear and escape through the other. A pretty silly idea was born in her mind. How ridiculous could it possibly be to ask the older student for help in math? Not in class of course, since that surely would be considered forbidden, but it wouldn't hurt much to ask for help outside the lectures. At least couldn't help more than failing the semester. 

As one of the cruelly un-understandable lectures came to it's end, the teacher left, so did the crowd of uninterested students. As for X… she was catching up on sleep, pretty much looking dead as her head layed on her arms on her desk. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, shaking her lightly. “Come on sleeping beauty, the class is over”. As X rubbed her eyes to regain her vision's focus, her head rose to gaze towards the voice that woke her up. She looked around herself to see the lecture Hall empty as the lights were already halfway turned off. “Fuck sorry” X mumbled more to herself than to the other, but her disorientation caused the taller woman to let out an amused chuckle as she slowly headed toward the exit. X's quickly stuffed her bag with whatever she left laying around and caught up to the other. “Wait a second I've been meaning to ask-” taller woman stopped and turned around to face the tired student. “I know you're probably really busy with lectures, gym, finals and whatever you could possibly have going on, but… I suck at *pointing vaguely towards the whiteboard filled with calculations* whatever this is supposed to be and I was wondering if I could somehow persuade you to… tutor me a little because the exam is coming up, my tutor has an elderly sick mother and I can't figure out any of those stuff on my own. Since you're here I'm assuming your math skills are thriving and mine couldn't been worse and-” a subtle deep laugh cut X off her endless ramble as a piece of paper written somewhere halfway through her monologue was written and put into her hand. “Here, my phone and dorm room number. Save your silver tongue for the teachers. If you want to pay me, bring a drink with you, for both of us and then we'll get to talking.” She waved you off and walked away. 

[poomphuripan]

English Translation of Lyrics for Flaw by YEW (the song playing when Ming hugs Joe to sleep in My Stand-In Episode 7)

translation credit to jetsiphaa

If I could wish for something Could you please return to me? I've got a long journey ahead of me. I can't stand being alone. Every day I wait for you, the river becomes colder. You're like a sandy shore now. There's nothing left at all.

When you're here, Nothing else would capture my interest. But when you leave, with sadness, I can only…

Send my wishes for luck, hoping you'll find someone. Who won't cause your heart to suffer. That day, it was my fault. Making our music lose its meaning. We can't go back, in the end you disappeared.

When you're here, Nothing else would capture my interest. But when you leave, with sadness, I can only…

Send my wishes for luck, hoping you'll find someone. Who won't cause your heart to suffer. That day, it was my fault.

Making our music lose its meaning. We can't go back, in the end, you disappeared. Once the flowers have been scattered, they cannot return. No matter what, it can't be as it used to be.

Finally, I've let go of the days I once held onto. And I can only… Send my wishes for luck, hoping you'll find someone. Who won't cause your heart to suffer. That day, it was my fault. Making our music lose its meaning. We can't go back, in the end, you disappeared.

[cider-est]

qTubbo but portuguese

[johnnyvalance]

ok but like. jokes aside. i think at least giving a chance to international media is a very good idea. there are soooo many fucking talented people and just only focusing on american pieces of media means you're only focusing on a very small section of people, and you're severely limiting your horizons.

[lena-thinks-too-much]

Question for all the bilingual folks out there

Specifically people who grew up bilingual. Not the kind of bilingual where you learnt one language for a while and add the second but the kind where you grew up learning two languages simultaneously (for reference my first words were in my native language and then I started learning English from the age of 2/3 and it was mostly a parallel process)

Anyways my question is, when you get mad or frustrated or whatever do you ever switch in and out of languages or to your native language even if you were speaking a different language literally seconds before? Or does it depend on who you're talking to and which language if either they speak?

Asking this because it used to really piss me off when bilingual characters in kids shows would randomly speak there native language to a bunch of people who clearly would never understand what they're saying because I didn't know a single bilingual person who does that and now I'm wondering if that was just a selective sample or if it had to do with how you became bilingual.

Cuz like I think, write, speak, and understand two languages fluently and interchangeably. And which one it is 100% depends on context and audience

Anyways wanted to know where y'all land on this

[ph4nt-mp]

I see your Scottish pirate-accented Wind, and I raise you my hawaiian pidgin english-accented Wind

[aninonimosstuff-blog]

Fast.

Fast.

Sister of one of the worst racers of all time, Nitro. Most of the time he ends up in last place, or if he gets lucky he will end in third place.

As time passed some racers decided to retire. Thunder and Velocity, most known as "The Twins", gave place to new racers to join.

Green, Blue, Yellow.

Green;

Nitro. The slowest of the new addition. He never liked the idea of driving. He HATED it. But, he had to do it, why? because it was part of the game program. Either way, he didn't mind ending in last place, he was thankful the race was over.

Yellow;

Speed. If I had to describe him I would say. Average, he gets the job done. Known for ending in thrid place more often unless he experiences a mishap. Cheerful, thinks the races are just a "game".

Blue;

Fast. A try hard.

It was hard to even exist in that game. Why? Because she had an error in her code...

Her code mixed with one of the many NPCs on the stadium beanches, making her a "female".

when she was actually programed to be a "male" like the other racers.

Now, alive, she had to act like one of them, she had to. Unless she wanted to be left out by the others.

Always hating on herself for being different, cursing her existence, wishing that this was just a joke and she was actually a man, a man who could be acepted by the group, be happy.

To make things worse, she always ended up in second place. Every damn time. She had no chance to win. Turbo made it impossible to even get close to the finish line, with his wreckless driving. He had become her nemesis.

A reminder that she will never be able to have a chance to win in her "life". Forced by her code to always end in second place. Forced to be an error. Forced to get called names.

That time in her life was the worst, but, when she finally accepted it, she started to see herself in the mirror as unique. Accept the fact that she was a woman, and she shouldn't hate herself for that, she embraced that. Feeling proud by the fact that she was the only woman that was racing. That gave her a boost of confidence.

But, even with that, she still hated herself. This lead her to start with her bad habits, smoking before and after every race, drinking until passing out.

Remembering the good times when she didn't take racing so seriously, and she actually enjoyed driving. She even dated someone who treated her like a princess, a princess traped in a tower. Not allowed to leave or interact with someone else.

.

.

.

.

.

.

This story doesn't end with a happy ending. She still races, drink until passing out and smokes day and night. Still searching for a reason to enjoy her existence.

But for now.

She has to

Follow the program.

[pigeons-with-jello]

born to say [ɒ]chivist, forced to say [ɑː]rchivist (im american)