#language difference

[rat-rosemary]

George is clearly an alpha that’s putting up an act to look more like omega. He constantly acts soft and demurer but fans during meet and greets has said he has an alpha scent on him.

ANON I AM KILLING YOU WITH HAMMERS.

I hate this. George and Sapnap have to deal with this bullshit all the time and it infuriates me. There's nothing wrong about being a soft Alpha!? What the fuck is wrong with you guys????

So many people claiming they're undoing their internalized omegaphobia and them they say this kind of shit. What of he is more demure and soft and an Alpha??? Who gives a fuck???

There is no right or proper way to behave as a gender, and I'm tired of people pretending there is.

You are no different from your great-grandfathers who would force Omegas to live barefoot in the kitchen. Fuck you.

[writing-oof]

Shroud foster care au

(My sibling thinks it's funny I wrote Wilbur a child who doesn't speak mere days before he got Tallulah on the QSMP.)

[Shroud is nothing like Wilbur expects.]

Shroud is nothing like Wilbur expects.

When the social worker rang him at half past eleven on a Thursday night, he'd been certain with an ice-cold chill that something had gone terribly wrong with Tommy's paperwork.

He'd forgotten that his status as a fosterer was still firmly set at *open* and, when the social worker requested they talk it through in person, Wilbur had immediately agreed.

Three hours later and well into the next morning, Wilbur had quite the shock at realizing that the conversation had nothing to with Tommy's adoption and everything to do with the tiny black-haired boy hiding behind Puffy like a shield.

-----

"Hello," Wilbur says, as softly and as warmly as he can manage.

The kid hazards a glance, peeking up at Wilbur from beneath the half-matted fringe that hangs in front of his eyes.

"This is Shroud," Puffy says, a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Hi," Wilbur says, raising a hand to wave a bit. The boy smiles toothily before turning his face into Puffy's side.

"He's a bit shy," Puffy warns and Wilbur smiles.

"He'll find space here, then," Wilbur says, "plenty of room to talk here."

And there is, with Tommy out of the house half the day committing horrific sins with his friends and Fundy still a bit too little to talk.

---

"Do you want to play with a new friend today, Shroud?"

Shroud hums, considering her. He isn't really interested in making new friends, but the social worker looks so excited. Shroud nods, eyeing the new man warily from behind his social worker's legs.

"Well, hello there," the man greets. His smile is bright and his hair is dark.

Shroud exhales, a nearly wordless grunt.

The man smiles wider and says, "My name's Wilbur. I hear you like bugs. Is that right?"

Shroud tilts his head, thinking. He *does* like bugs, but they're not nearly as cool as spiders. Sometimes, when he's alone, he likes to think that *he's* the spider. Sometimes, people look at him the same way they look at spiders.

---

The car is loud.

It roars as it rumbles down the street, Shroud's insides melting into goop with every bump in the road.

He slots the tip of his thumb between his teeth and tips forward in the car seat, straining against the straps across his chest.

Ms. Puffy says something, but the words are too fuzzy for him to hear.

Shroud lets his head hang forward, his chin pressed against his chest, and gnaws on his fingers until the car finally stops.

He lifts his head and looks out the window at a soft yellow house with a snowy white roof. Scattered across the fenced front lawn, a few yard toys catch his attention. A bright pink hula hoop, perfectly round, is haphazardly looped over the corner of a closed tote labeled "Water".

A similar tote labeled "Sand" is pressed against the base of the porch railings. Shroud glances around the yard and, sure enough, there's a small sand pit poking out from around the side of the house.

Shroud squirms in his seat, giddy with anticipation. In all the houses he's been to, he hasn't gotten to *play* before.

Sure, some of them let him mess around with baby toys in the living room, but he's never gotten to mess around *outside*.

Only, some of the other houses had toys outside. Some of them even had swings in the backyard. He still hadn't gotten to *use* any of them.

Shroud frowns, huffing a bit. Hopefully, this family will actually let him play.

Finally, after what feels like ages, Ms. Puffy comes around and opens his door.

Shroud misses not having child locks on the doors, but he supposes jumping out of the car wasn't his *best* idea. The light was red, though, and it wasn't like he was in any real danger in the empty intersection.

Still, he waits for Ms. Puffy to open his door and help him undo the stupid car seat.

If Shroud ever has kids, he's *not* gonna put them in car seats. Those things are *evil*.

Ms. Puffy holds an arm out to help him balance when he gets out of the car and lets him slip under her arm when she walks him to the door.

She says something and Shroud makes a face to try to remind her that he doesn't know what she's saying.

She shifts so she's facing him and points to the new house. 'Wilbur,' she spells with her hands, mouthing the word so he can see the sounds. Then, making the W hand-letter and tapping it to the parent hand-spot in front of her ear, 'Wilbur house.'

Shroud remembers that one; house had been one of the first hand-words they'd shown him, right after yes, and no, and stop, and hurt.

They'd made him practice hand-saying them himself, even though he'd really rather just listen. Or watch.

Still, the yellow building is Wilbur's house and Wilbur is his new sometimes-parent.

Shroud had gotten his first sometimes-parent a few months ago, after the blue men had taken his always-parents away. Since then, he's had a lot of sometimes-parents.

Ms. Puffy knocks on the white door, her knuckles hitting it almost like she's punching it.

After a few seconds, she knocks again and the door makes a latching noise before it swings open to show a tall man with brown hair. The man says something to Ms. Puffy and then turns to Shroud.

'Hello,' the man signs, 'nice to meet you. Want ---- inside?'

Shroud frowns, rocking on his heels. With some prompting from Ms. Puffy, he asks, 'Inside what?'

Wilbur smiles warmly. 'You want G-O inside?'

Shroud looks past the man, peering into the house. It's full of warm colors and soft-looking seats.

'That fine,' Shroud agrees, 'inside.'

He takes the man's offered hand and, very hesitantly, walks inside his new sometimes-house.

---

"My name Fundy," the orange-haired boy signs, rocking a bit on his seat.

Shroud copies him, rocking a bit himself as he tries to decipher the words. Fundy doesn't make the sounds with his mouth like he's supposed to, so Shroud has to pay extra close attention to his hands, but he gets it after a minute or two.

Fundy watches Shroud, so Shroud watches Fundy, and they spend a few minutes sitting together.

Then Fundy signs, "Name you what?"

Shroud frowns. He knows those words on their own, but the order's all weird. "What ask?"

Fundy sits up a little bit straighter and asks, "What your name?"

Shroud huffs. His fingers are tired and he doesn't want to sign back anymore.

Still, he makes himself spell out "S-H-R-O-U-D" and he makes sure Fundy spells it back right.

---

"It's okay," Fundy says happily, patting Shroud on the knee, "I didn't talk when I got here either."

Shroud grunts, poking at Fundy's fingers.

"That's right," Wilbur agrees kindly, "you were very shy at first."

"Oh yeah," Fundy says, nodding, "but then I started talking again, so it's okay."

Wilbur frowns, just a bit, and Fundy pauses.

"Well," Wilbur says, "it would have been okay if you didn't start talking again too, Funds."

Fundy considers him.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Wilbur says with a thin smile, "and, on that note, Shroud might not start talking either. And that's alright, too."

Fundy frowns.

"But then how can we play?" he asks and Wilbur laughs warmly.

"Well, you can just keep playing how you have been."

Fundy hums.

"Yeah, I guess."

[panicatthefandomboy]

Just, you can't directly translate the words and stick to the original rythm.

Sweeney Todd the Demon barber of Fleet Steet.

"Mrs. Mooney has a Pie~Shop" vs "Mevrouw Mooney bakt vleespasteitjes" just, you cant do that it's a 7 vs 9 emphasis(?) sentence. I don't know the word, but just:

Mrs.-moo-ney-has-a-pie-shop

vs

mev-rouw-moo-ney-bakt-vlees-pas-tei-tjes

You cant throw that on the same music and expect it to work.

[spokenforinvaliduser]

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[iwasbored777]

We're not appreciating the Weird Barbie enough. It's said in the movie that she helps everyone who need help while they always see her as someone who's not as good as them. She was friends with all dismissed Barbies and Kens, was there to offer support and safe shelter for everyone who needed it in Kendom, without her nothing in the movie would've been alright. When Stereotypical Barbie calls her "ugly and unwanted" she still helps her.

She was representing a woman in women's world who was pushed aside by other women because she didn't fit in but still had more wisdom and kindness than everyone who thought they're better than her.

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[spitblaze]

>looking into the official English release of Japanese media

>fandom says the translation is horrible

>ask them if the translation is actually bad or if it was just localized

>they don't understand

>pull out illustrated diagram showing what is a bad translation and what is localization

>they laugh and say 'it's a bad translation'

>check it out anyway

>it's localized

[sickfreaksirkay]

yes im still thinking about gawain’s stupid names

[hometoursandotherstuff]

And, #1 is why I'm proud that my great grandparents came from Russia.

[oobbbear]

I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times

Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use

[vimbry-moved]

(*1995 and largely icon, personally.

the choice is meant to be what you say now.

couldn't decide on where to comfortably separate the age demographics in the end, so made the focus more on the split of which generations were born into mainstream internet use.

no "other" option, because that would skew the poll out of people choosing terms in other languages/swapping between all of above/indecision

did originally have a wider variety of options such as badge, userpic, e.g. but simplified it down to terms used the most currently by users on this website).

[witless-winion1]

“Father?”

Obviously, the first time Odysseus heard his son say that in ICHBW, he thinks it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard yet in this world. He treasures being called father of Telemachus, and more so from his son’s own lips.

As he settles back into home, however, he slowly starts to mourn what his son calls him. Penelope tells him Telemachus used to call her mommy, then Mom. He still calls her Mom. And he’s Father.

He tries to scold himself, to be thankful that his son is comfortable with him; they’re growing closer, Odysseus is showing his son how to carve and talking about his many adventures in the 20 years away from home (the least traumatic ones, anyway), and Telemachus is talking to him about Ithaca and how training with Athena is going, etc etc., but he’s always Father.

and he mourns that he missed the younger years where he would have been called daddy and Dad. He wants to be a Dad, not a Father.

He’s minding his business around the castle, thinking about whether Athena would like a carved mask or patch for her scarred eye as a gift, when he hears his son’s now familiar, memorized voice call him.

“Hey, Dad!”

He turns his head to see Telemachus, smiling (albeit a bit nervously) and waving for him to come over, pointing out at a bright pair of birds that are building a nest together. (Penelope definitely didn’t tell him that she’d heard Odysseus making miniature puppy eyes every time he called her Mom and Odysseus Father. Of course not.)

Telemachus nearly panics when Odysseus starts crying, figuring that he had some sort of trauma connected to birds (let’s be honest, what doesn’t he have PTSD with), and Odysseus just gives him a big ol bear hug, sniffling and muttering that he loves him.

Telemachus never calls him Father again.

[prlssprfctn]

Jason's love language is actions. Both grand and the smallest ones. He is the type of person who remembers the tiniest details about people he loves. He is subtle about it, in a way others sometimes fail to notice it.

He opens curtains when Dick enters the room because Dick can't functionate without sunlight, but he shuts him once Dick leaves, and Bruce settles down near because the old man's vision is too used to dark rooms and the natural light hurts his eyes.

Near the evening, he puts the jar of cookies from the top shelf in the kitchen on the counter because he knows that Damian sneaks one or two for himself before going to sleep. He always returns it back once Damian is in his bedroom, so Alfred wouldn't spend energy on reorganising the order of things back.

When Tim leans under the table to pick up something he dropped while they are sitting in the cafe, Jason's hand always hovers atop of his head, because Tim keeps hitting his head against the table most of the time. He puts a hand on the sharp corners of tables, too, just in case if Tim zones out staring at his phone. It happened far too many times.

Dick loves to concentrate on some repetitive motion, when he is nervous, but he is also aware that it looks obnoxious and people often get irritated at that; he also doesn't want to show that he is nervous around others. Jason keeps drumming his fingers if Dick is nervous. And if his breath calms down as he stares at his little brother's fingers tap some strange pattern, then what?

Bruce is paranoid, hyperattentive to sounds, but also awfully absentminded when he works. He is always aware of someone's presence in the room, but sometimes he dives too deep in case, not noticing people around him, and gets jumpscared for a second. He hates it. Jason is mostly as soundless as ever, but... if he always loudly stomps with his boots on the ground before entering the Batcave, then everyone is sure that he is just having another tantrum.

Does he get frustrated when family even mildly jokes (or actually criticise him, depending on the day) about how mean he is to them, and how little effort he puts in maintaining their relationship? Absolutely. Because half of them are detectives, of course, but when it comes to emotional connections and signs, they are... a little bit inept, to say the least.

(This was cooked yesterday in chat with my pookie, @ahoyimlosingmymind)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Vibes based grading system.

(for @epistemologys, who wanted some post-canon, teacher WWX)

[rocketbirdie]

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