#my best bet is an english masters

[thehardkandy]

talked to my dad on the phone and he's convincing me to get a master's degree so i can get cheaper insurance

[soullust]

my miscellaneous dps headcanons (including some background characters)

neil

has HORRIBLE eyesight. like wayy worse that meeks but he hates wearing his glasses

loves scavenger hunts

charlie helped him realize he's gay (they made out once to 'check' but never had any actual feelings for eachother)

is diabetic but doesn't know it

todd

is so incredibly competitive it's ridiculous. he'll die before he loses a bet

selectively mute

gets his poetry / writing published at least twice. the first time was even before he turned 18

scrunches his nose when smiling

not a morning person. he's dead until noon

knox

is a huge gossip and his grandma's favorite bc of it

can't lie to save his life

loves horseback riding

can't cook. at all. like he burns water

charlie

loves spicy foods and smells

his parents mostly ignored him and his younger sister during their childhood and basically raised his sister himself

but it also gave him a lot of freedom, especially during holidays and school breaks, since his parents always either pawned him off to family or just didn't care where he was 90% of the time.

like, really, they only care about appearances so they get on his back about being disrespectful every once in a while and ignore him the rest that's one of the reasons he acts out all the time he desperately craves attention he never got

tina INSISTS on doing his make-up everytime they hang out. he likes make-up and she's pretty good, so he just lets her

meeks

like todd, he's very competitive, but, unlike todd, he's not a sore loser

has a huge sweet tooth smells like it

was obsessed with nordic mythology in middleschool

matthew ("spaz") was his childhood bestfriend, but they grew apart over the years

is allergic to bees. somehow never remembers to take his epipen anywhere. it's a miracle he's survived this long

pitts

he's a car guy. wants to be a car mechanic

had a crush on neil in like 6th grade

scared of birds

has a stutter and used to have a lisp

gamer boi

not exactly a hc but yall can we acknowledge how sarcastic and bitchy he is??? he's hilarious

knows how to sew

gives the best hugs

cameron

once got arrested and had to call charlie to bail him out. charlie was so proud he bought him ice cream on their way back

has lexical-gustatory synesthesia

his bio dad is dead and he hates his step-father with a passion

is besties with gloria and she finds him hillarious

other

mr keating used to work as a line cook in his teens. also he was a lot like charlie during his highschool years (chaotic & funny)

chris used to do ballet as a kid, but has moved on to cheerleading and gymnastics. her parents are divorced. she lives with her mother and younger half-brother

ginny really should be wearing glasses but she hates them and her parents refuse to buy her more flattering frames. she can't swim. people always share their secrets with her bc she seems like she can keep them, but she’s actually a huge gossip

stick has a twin sister. he is nonverbal and communicates thru asl

gloria is training to be a hairdresser

tina can’t walk in heels taller than half an inch

hopkins has a huge crush on cameron

matthew is an origami master

mr mcallister knits in his spare time. he married a chinese woman who, when he met her, didn’t know any english

i take headcanon and one-shot requests btw

[whole-circus]

Jeff The Killer NSWF Headcanons/Imagines x gn.reader!

➥ sorry i just can't get enough of this silly, pretty boy! I tried to make it gender natural, but the genitalias are mentioned!

its my first work,, sory if its bad please dont bully me or i will cry hehe, also english is not my first language! :3

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☆ He is either really, really rough or a sweet and loving partner when it comes to sex stuff and you can't tell me otherwise..

Just imagine him coming back all tired, bloody and sweaty, just to see you - his sweet, innocent angel..oh my he need to ruin you. His pants literally drops down the second he sees you! All he need after a long and bad day is to get buried in your pretty neck AND your warm, tight hole ;3

☆ Rough sex is well.. rough with him

Now you better get down on your knees when you see him having a bad day. Before you will know it, you will get his huge cock hitting the end of your deep throat. As he seats down, his legs all spread out, cigarette in his mouth and partner in between his legs..oh god he loves having you as his dumb fuck-toy..

When you lay down, tears in your eyes and begging him to stop becasue you are to sensitive and can't take it anymore, as his huge dick so deep in your tight hole making you feel all full...he will just mock you, whispering, almost laughing into your ear with his lustful, deep voice : ,,What's the matter? You cant take it anymore..?..And do i look like I give a fuck? Now be a good pet for your master and let him fuck you silly.."

He would be really into knife kink and blood kink! If you would let him give you a small cuts on your soft flesh.. he would be in love with that idea! Not only its a sign of dominance but also of trust. But if you are not okay with that? No worries.. he has other things planned for you! Spanking, pet-pay (oh he would make you wear a collar with his name..), degradation, humiliation, bondage, a bit of BDSM? You are his slut, needy bitch and a fuck-toy..his silly pet he can jus use!.. man he is not scared to get messy and rough, he just want to see you all dumb and weak from his cock!

☆ But when Jeff is in a good mood? ..Well good for you.!

Sex with him can turn into all cuddly and lovely love making session. The one that will leave you with love marks, but also this warm feeling inside your tummy - not in kinky way lol. Just imagine you laying down, in eachothers arms, as he gently thrusts into you, scared that you will fall apart - after all his good dolly is so so delicate.. and you deserve all the best! Him giving you sweet, little kissess all over your chest, neck and face as you whimper and moan under him... you will break him with all this cute noises! ,,Shh bunny.. You can feel how deep I am? Does that feel good sweetheart..? You are so good for me baby.." - he gently asks, his voice and eyes full of love and pure joy.

At the times like this he loves praising you (and I will tell you a secret - please do the same for him!! He will literally melt!!). He will use a lot of pet-names, like bunny, dolly, baby and sweetheart! Oh, he just want to be so so so close to you.. just to make you feel good a happy!

☆ Sorry but he is totally this kind of a guy to talk about your sexual life with others..

Just imagine him bragging about how good he can make you feel.. He is a possesive and jealous partner so he likes to show that only him can do all this unholy things to you. Walls are thin and you never know..! Or i bet that he has your nudes or softs in his wallet - not saying anything about his phone. There are days when "accidentally" they slips when he is out with his friends.. ,,Oh yes, its my S/O..arent they cute like this?" - he would say with mischievous grin. After all you are only his, others cant touch you..they cant even dream about you!

☆ Also a pantie thieft!!

Have you noticed that your underwear disappears? No worries, its not your or your washing machine fault! He would absolutely steal your underwear - clean or not, doesnt matter. Just the thought of him jacking off, unable to get your help for some reason..and just cumming all over in your panties when sweet, desperate moans left his mouth! Or he would absolutely sniff your underwear. Panties by his nose, hand on his hard, throbbing cock as he please himslef..I bet he would love to do that in your room, especially in your bed when you are unaware!

☆ Watching you masturbation..

Hear me out : you, all alone in your room masturbating, as Jeff walks in!

He would make you masturbate in front of him. He would look at you with his lustful, predatory eyes as you touch yourself..

He watches as your pretty fingers are gently massaging your clit..fingers going in and out as they make sloppy, wet noises OR you are massaging your heavy balls, needly stroking your throbbing penis ..you are begging him to touch you, just wanting to cum.. but you cant, not without his permission, all he can do is mocking you.

,,You silly boy/girl, come on.. give your master a nice little show..!"

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[masivechaos]

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

sirius black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: Sirius likes to tease you by speaking french but maybe he’s more easily flustered than you are.

Warning/content: kissing and that's it i think, no proofreading and my bad English

a.n.: 1.1k words - it is very funny but cringe to write as a french person and it's not my best fic but here you go.

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There were pros and cons to dating Sirius Black. A lot of pros actually, he was distracting, pointed stars at you at night, showered you with compliments every day and so on and so forth. And, at first, you thought that the fact that he knew how to speak french was a good thing.

It’s true, it sounded good and it made you fall in love with him again every time he spoke. But right now, you just wanted him to stop. Because one of the cons to dating Sirius Black was that he loved to tease you. He loved to see you look down, avoid any visual contact with him with wide eyes.

And one way to get you was to speak french to you over and over again with words you couldn’t understand. By the tone of his voice you knew they were compliments but it still made you feel weird.

“Stop,” you said but your laugh betrayed you.

“Why would I stop?” Sirius was maybe a dog in his animagus form but as a human he also knew how to master the puppy face “Tu es si belle.” He was hovering over you, his hand stroking your cheek.

You felt heat rushing to your face. “W-what does it mean?” you stuttered. Sirius let out a chuckle, finding you more than adorable like this.

He let his forehead rest against yours “You don’t need to know. Just trust me, okay?” you nodded, unsure if you could believe him or not. Sirius leaned in and pulled you into a small kiss “Do you like it when I speak french?” you nodded again, too shy to admit it out loud. “That’s great because I like it too.”

Your smile widened when he buried his head in the crook of his neck. For a few minutes, both of you didn’t talk before Sirius broke the silence again “You are so pretty”

“What?” you said confused.

“That’s what Tu es si belle means,” he said, changing his previous teasing smirk for a genuine smile that matched his now pink cheeks.

“O-oh” why so little was enough to make you flustered?

Sirius laughed “Why are you acting like I never said it before?” he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “If you need to hear it again, tu es belle. Je pense que tu es la personne la plus magnifique du monde” 

You gave up on trying to understand what he meant and just enjoyed how the language tasted on his tongue, letting his words calm your ears. “Thank you,” you whispered, shutting your eyes, feeling sleep starting to get you.

“You don’t know what I said,” he laughed. Sirius moved both of you so you were the one on top, wrapping his arms around your waist as you settled on his chest, your head rising and falling with his breathing.

You hummed, “I know. But I bet it’s nice so thank you.” you smiled, drawing your hand to his hair, slowly brushing your fingers through it. Sirius let out a content sigh, he had to admit that talking to you in french was a way to spare his pride. Everybody knew he wasn’t the best to express his feelings so having a one-sided conversation weirdly made him feel safe. He could say everything he wanted, getting everything off his chest, making his heart lighter without having to face the consequences. It was selfish he knew it, but he couldn’t help it.

“Je t’aime tellement,” he said barely more audible than a whisper.

Suddenly you lifted your head, surprising Sirius in the process “You love me?” Sirius didn’t tell you the three words yet, and you couldn’t blame him, you weren’t together for a long time and he grew up not knowing what love and affection were. Accepting he was loved was already hard enough so accepting that he was feeling this way was more than difficult.

Blood won Sirius’ cheeks, turning them red “H-how do you know?”

“I know je t’aime means I love you. It’s a pretty common thing to know.” You watched his expression fall, almost as if he was disappointed. “Hey,” you held his face between your hands “I love you too okay? Je t’aime” you said in a hideous french accent that resulted in making him laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me!” you said with a laugh, happy to see him happy again “I was trying to be romantic!”

“You can be romantic in English, chérie”

“Pff while you, you are flexing your french.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

He laughed at your fake pout “C’mon, don’t sulk” he pressed his lips to your cheek “I just think it sounds pretty. Tu es l’amour de ma vie, I have to sound pretty to you”

“First, what does it mean? And second, even if you sounded like a dying horse I would love you so much.” You grinned when Sirius flushed a bit.

He hid his red cheeks, moving his face to the side against the blanket, his hand covering the other side of his face.

“Why are you hiding?” you whispered, the teasing tone of the conversation changing for a calmer one, ready to listen to each other’s feelings. “Sirius?” you turned his head to you.

“I-I don’t want to tell you what it means,” he stutters.

You offered him a reassuring smile “Okay, take your time, love”

He was so grateful to have you and he knew you deserved to know but he didn’t seem to be brave enough. He let himself a few minutes, gathering all his courage to tell you. He felt like it was too early in the relationship to tell you this but fuck it. He loves you so much.

“Um,” he swallowed hard, “I said… I said you’re the love of my life” Sirius wished he could dig a grave right now and just bury himself alive. Your silence was so scary to him.

“Y-you said I’m the love of your life?” you were beaming, not quite possibly believing what he just told you.

“I- er- yeah”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him close to you as much as possible “You’re the love of my life too, Sirius”

And there, right on a picnic blanket next to the Black Lake, Sirius melt. His feelings for you burned him, making him weak in a way he couldn’t deny he loved. But he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t going to change in one day, too many confessions were revealed in an hour. He had to protect himself, and humour was his best weapon.

“But would you still love me if I were a worm?” he said, pulling on his best puppy face.

“Sirius!”

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[writingquestionsanswered]

My main character won't be introduced in a bit, though I won't wait for too long, but when I'm going to, I'm gonna have a bit of an issue with writing the language barrier, since the languages in my fantasy world are entirely non-human, and Rune, my main character, can only speak either English or Thai(another language I have trouble writing).

Character Doesn't Speak Non-Human Language

Your best bet will be to have characters (among the fantasy language speakers) who are able to speak English and so can translate for the ones who don't. Either that, or since it's a fantasy, you may want to implement some sort of magical translation spell.

Dialogue Scenes with Language Barriers  Using Another Language in Your Story Character Speaking Another Language (Without Actually Writing It…) Happy writing!

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[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Babies.”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

MASTERLIST

I had to cut my affair short. At least for a while after Christmas and New Years. Austin, Lori and I went back to California after he finished filming Masters of the Air.

The first thing the wanted to do was visit Ashley, they hadn’t seen each other in two years. And she had just had a baby so WE HAD to visit.

I prepared a small basket filled with things for her and the babe. Austin called me ‘snob’. I knew that Ashley still preferred Vanessa over me any day but— I wanted to keep my good face. Plus, I know how hard it can be to be a new mother and to have everyone around you just tend for the baby.

“Do you think she’ll like them?” I asked Austin as he drove, Lori was in her car seat, playing with a rag doll Austin had bought her on the Farmer’s Market.

“You put chocolate in hers. Of course she’ll like it.” Austin said, keeping his eyes on the road.

“At least now we have something in common.” I scoffed. I WANTED her to like me. Was it so bad to want that?

I pulled down the sun visor, looking at myself, fixing my bangs and eyelashes.

As we arrived, Austin helped me with the baskets and I had Lori by my hip. Oh, she was excited to see this new ‘baby’ her daddy was raving about for the past few months.

The reunion went smoothly, it was nice. Ashley and her husband received us, Ashley and Austin almost cried. We got to hold baby Jupiter.

“Aww…” I cuddled Jupiter in my arms. She was a big, pretty baby. I had a big smile in my face, but Lori was jealous, quickly slapping my arm trying to get my attention. “Honey, let me—“ And that’s how Lori started weeping to the high skies.

“Let me just…” Austin took Jupiter from my arms before I picked up Lori and walked to the kitchen to calm her down. My three year old was definitely a mommy’s girl.

“Mommy.” Lori muttered as her head was hidden on the crook of my neck.

“You gotta behave, sweetheart. No one’s gonna take me away from you.” I kissed her blonde hair, shushing him. Yes, I had a little heart. Everything got to me. And I couldn’t handle trying to discipline Lori. How could I?

Because to me, Lori was a small saint. In my eyes she was the most untainted and untouchable person in the whole wide world. I looked at her and revered. That’s how deep my love for her went. She was my first baby. I would kill, I would die, just for her. Because, now that I was a mother— I understood why my mother always favored my older sister Jackie. One will never love anything else the way a mother loves their first child.

As we had dinner, Ashley’s husband made some jokes. I laughed at almost all of them, but not all. I didn’t want her to feel like I was being flirty. I ate enough to not get weird looks. I was grateful they even allowed me to come and not just invite Austin from the beginning.

As Ashley and I got up to have ‘girl chat’ as we prepared dessert, I wanted to talk but— Jesus. I’m the worst person to start a conversation. I hate started conversations and not being able to keep them going.

“I just wanted to say thanks for the basket. No one had brought me something that was just for me.” Ashley said, turning to look at me with a smile.

“Oh. It’s of no problem. I just thought it would be thoughtful.” I smiled back before looking away awkwardly and clearing my throat. “Hey. I know we started on the wrong foot. And that I’m not was you would want in Austin’s life. And that you and I do not have nothing in common…” I chuckled.

“Hey. Look, it’s not that you’re not fit to be with Austin—”

I interrupted her, knowing she would probably say ‘you’re mixing things up’.

“But now. We’re both mothers. And we love our daughters. Perhaps we have much more in common that we let ourselves show.” I said, looking down at my feet.

Why did I feel like a child trying to be eloquent? Maybe it was my whole look. I heard Austin and Ashley’s husband snickering about my dress. My pretty, blue fifties dress.

“That we do. And you’re right. I’m too stuck on the past. Even Vanessa and Austin have moved on yet I haven’t.” Ashley said.

Was she actually taking me seriously?

“I’m guilty of seeing you as nothing but a girl who Austin used as a rebound. I often forget that you’re a grown woman. A married and mother at that.” Ashley chuckled.

Was that how everyone in Austin’s inner circle saw me as? A little girl, too naive to be a mother or a wife?

Ashley and I looked at the living room. Where Lori was trying to get Jupiter to crawl, the baby was like about to turn one. So they were just laughing and giggling together.

“You love her, don’t you?” I asked Ashley, she was giving Jupiter the biggest heart eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Of course. I had her inside of me for too long without being able to look at her. Now I don’t want to stop doing so— not even for a minute.”

I smiled. I remembered when u just had Lori. God, how badly I wanted to feel connected to her yet I couldn’t. I think the maternal instinct wasn’t something natural in me. I think it grew as I spent more time with Lori as she grew.

“Love no one but your daughter. On that front us mother have no choice.” I said, looking at my nails. “And enjoy her. Really. I’ve seen it with my mother. It’s true what they say.”

“What?” Ashley asked, looking back at me.

“That you never love anything in the world the way you love your very first baby.” I smiled at Ashley.

Austin left that house with baby fever. As he drove back home, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. His hand steady on my thigh and trying to get in my pants.

“Thank God you’re wearing a dress.” He growled.

“Focus on driving.” I rolled my eyes, trying to slap his hand away.

He pulled his hand away and frowned. Huh, I thought he hated frowning because it wrinkled you earlier— oh, wait. That was just a stupid rule he made just for me.

“If I were Callum, you would already be spreading your legs. Wouldn’t you?” He spat out sourly, shake started to consume me immediately.

Look— confession. I was raised by Mexicans, and not to generalize. Because God, I would never. But I feel that like most girls, no matter where we come from. We’re taught that getting slut-shamed is the worst type of insult to get. Specially by someone who ‘loves’ you. So I gulped.

“That’s just not true. You’re using that against me.” I said rather quickly.

“Why shouldn’t I? I still can’t accept my own wife was such a slut for another man.” He scoffed. I felt myself choking back a few sobs. I NEVER treated him like this after he had TWO affairs. “I’m sorry I can’t call him so he comes and fucks you instead of me.”

I glared at him. I knew I wasn’t innocent. I was bad, but he was no angel either.

When we got home and after I tucked Lori into her little bed. He was all over me in our bed, once again whispering filthy words towards me. Calling me names. I was never a fan of him calling me whore or slut but if he likes it, then it was okay with me.

“We’re going to have another baby.” He moaned in my ear as he pounded into me. I could only moan back and nodded.

The last thing I wanted was another babe. Lori and I were good as we were now. Plus, he himself was never extra fond of children. He liked having them for some time and then leaving. Like with Ashley’s case, where he was the fun uncle and not the dad.

The next month I took a test.

I was pregnant again.

I kinda wanted to make a chapter just about kinda giving some insight on motherhood. But I AM NOT a mother so I wouldn’t really know.

I DO NOT KNOW how to write smut. I can read it but I am horrible at writing it.

[midnightcoffes]

so uh i got no time to doodle today so I'll be doing a analysis for day 9:

Camicazi, Fishlegs, The Slavemark and Hiccup on How to Steal a Dragon's Sword

The first time I read this book, I have to admit, I was disappointed when Camicazi didn't manifest for Hiccup when his Slavemark was revealed. But now, re-reading the books after months, I think I got it. I got the reason why she didnt manifest (and metaphorically turned her back on him) and why Fishlegs did manifest, and acted so viscerally in loyalty to Hiccup.

It's because the world turned their back on Fishlegs and Hiccup a lot of times before.

It turned their back on them when Snotlout called them useless, said they would be better dead and no one cared to disagree. It turned their back on Fishlegs when he was throw into the sea for being a runt. It turned their back on Hiccup when his dad didn't listened to him. It turned their back on them all the times they were bullied, humiliated, excluded, and no one, except each other, cared.

They were to each other the only safe place, the only way to be accepted and loved for their true selves. And if Fishlegs turned his back on Hiccup at this moment, he would be turning his back to his own self, because Hiccup was his only family and the only one who didn't gave up on him all those times before.

Camicazi, for other side, never knew this all, and never experienced this all.

She IS their best friend. Is undeniable. But she didn't went through the years and years of bullying and mistreatment, and a lot of times she's shown to be surprised that Hiccup went through it, because she always sees a different side of him: always the Hiccup that creates miraculous plans, that has no fear to risk his life for protecting people (and dragons), the one who kept beating Alvin again and again. Camicazi is familiar to the Hero Hiccup, not to the 'Useless' one.

And we might as well go a bit further into Camicazi's own life: for what we see of her, she is boastful, proud, and confident most of the time. She doesn't has the expected physique of a Viking, but even being short and skinny, she is talented in everything she was expected to: she's an amazing swordfighter, a master in stealing, an expert at insulting people, has an amazing dragon and well, many times she acts fearless. Is clear that Bertha is proud of her. Is clear that she knows that she is good. Is clear that she didn't went through what the boys did.

I'm not saying Camicazi had the perfect childhood. She might have had bad times – bet that being captured so many times does not do good for the mind of a kid (because is that what they all are). All I'm saying is that their childhood wasn’t the same, and this causes Camicazi to be shocked to her core when she sees the Slavemark on Hiccup.

She must have felt, at a certain point, betrayed. Because "Why didn't he told her? Weren't they best friends?" and she saw a image so distorted of Hiccup that she believed he was the Perfect Hero. A perfect hero shouldn't have the Slavemark. And that's what breaks the idolized thought she had from him.

So I don't blame her for not manifesting for Hiccup. Not anymore.

Thats it for the day! I had more to say but the migraines truly got my ass and now I cant even look at the letters right. This is more a rant than a analysis but well. its life lol

(also just to be said english is not my first language and im not fluent on it so. just know that this would be ten times better in my mother language. im sorry for any mistakes!)

[antimony-medusa]

QSMP HALLOWEEN TRANSLATIONS MASTER POST

This post is to help us do a halloween event without everyone necessarily having to speak english! Here are some translations for the phrases Trick or Treat or Happy Halloween, if they exist within the cultural context in other languages, so you can wish someone a happy holiday back in the same language!

French (from @/omglescubes)

Trick or Treat = Des bonbons ou un sort! (litt: sweets or a spell) Happy Halloween = Joyeux Halloween or Bonne fête d'Halloween

Brazilian Portuguese (from @/leolingo and @littleseasalt)

“trick or treat” = "doces ou travessuras" or "gostosuras ou travessuras" “happy Halloween” = feliz dia das bruxas OR just feliz halloween

Hebrew (from @/qdramatrio and @/azure-wing)

Happy Halloween! Option 1 - ליל כל הקדושים שמח! Pronounced "lel kol ha'kdosheem same'ach" (The ch sounds kinda like the French r). This is the translated version Option 2 - האלווין שמח! Pronounced "Halloween same'ach". This is the transliterated version many people use Trick or Treat! This one is a bit tricky(pun not intended) because the tradition simply does not exist here, which means any translation would just that- a translation Option 1 (most used[relatively]) - תעלול או ממתק/ממתק או תעלול! Pronounced "ta'alool o mamtak/mamtak o ta'alul" Option 2 - תעלול או גמול pronounced "ta'alool o gmool" Option 3 - ממתק או ברדק pronounced "mamtak o bardak" (The last two are mainly attempts of translators to make the Hebrew words for "trick" and "treat" rhyme)

Korean, (from @/koreanbibliophilegirl)

No phrase available in Korean I'm afraid, at least nothing that's widespread enough to count. I mean, I suppose you could say: 즐거운 할로윈 보내세요! (Have a nice Halloween!) (We do NOT say this, but if you really want to wish someone happy Halloween, this should be your best bet I think.) Here are some Halloween-related words instead! 할로윈 - Halloween 마녀 (pronounced ma-nyuh)- witch 해골 (hae-gol) - skeleton 좀비 - zombie 뱀파이어 - vampire 미라 (mee-ra) - mummy 해적 (hae-jeok) - pirate 공주 (gong-joo) - princess 사탕 (sa-tang) - candy 호박 (ho-bak) - pumpkin 보름달/초승달 (bo-reum-dal/cho-seung-dal) - full moon/crescent moon 묘지 (myo-ji) - graveyard 무덤 (moo-deom) - grave 거미 (guh-mee) - spider 피 (just pronounce the alphabet P) - blood

Bahasa Malayu and Bahasa Indonesia, (from @/tu-es-gegg)

i mean halloween has no direct translation in my language its just 'selamat halloween' or smth like that same with trick or treat

Polish (from @/dendixia)

trick or treat has been most commonky translated to "cukierek albo psikus" (candy or trick literal translation) and we dont translate Halloween so its a bit awkward so its usually "Wesołego Halloween" (happy halloween)

German (from @/vacillantvoid)

Süßes oder Saures or also Süßes sonst gibt's Saures and uuuh #Frohes/Fröhliches Halloween <- german

Japanese (from @/wondernoise)

In Japanese you usually see トリックオアトリート！ (trick or treat) ハッピーハロウィン！ (happy Halloween!) both of which are just direct transliterations of English… A direct translation of “trick or treat” in Japanese would be お菓子をくれないといたずらするぞ (lit. "if you don't give me a treat, I'll play a trick on you") but that’s a little less natural.

Welsh, (from @/b1odeuwed)

in welsh it is: calan gaeaf hapus!! it means happy harvests/winters eve trick or treat is : cast neu geiniog (trick or coin)

Spanish (from @/anothera and anonymous)

in Spain we aay “truco o trato” for trick or treat and “feliz halloween” for happy halloween

Can I add to the translation Halloween list in my country we say "Me das una calaverita" (Spanish for Can you give me a Skull) of trick or treat :]

Yiddish (from @/atthebell)

Yiddish doesn't have a translation really of Halloween; you can transliterate it as: האַלאָווין (haloveen) And for trick or treat there are, predictably, far more words for trick than treat in Yiddish, but I'm partial to: כּישעף (kishef), המצאה (hamtsoe), שטוקע (shtuke) And treat: לאַקעטקע (la'ketke) or צוקערקע (tsukerke) So you could say "Happy Halloween" as "פריילעכע האַלאָווין" (freylekhe haloveen) [though below I'll talk about why you don't have to] and phrase "Trick or Treat" as really any combination of the above, though "שטוקע אָדער צוקערקע" (shtuke oder tsukerke) rhymes somewhat and "המצאה אָדער לאַקעטקע" (hamtsoe oder la'ketke" sounds nice to my ears. It would also be perfectly reasonable to use Hebrew for parts of this, particularly the "Happy Halloween" bit, as Yiddish incorporates a lot of Hebrew (for instance, "hamstoe" is Hebrew but has its own meaning in Yiddish). For "Happy Halloween," I would also probably say "האַלאָווין שמח"/"Halloween Sameakh," similar to the above with Hebrew, although you run into the religious issue that Halloween is not a Jewish holiday, so it does sound kind of funny. Yiddish doesn't have a translation really of Halloween; you can transliterate it as: האַלאָווין (haloveen) And for trick or treat there are, predictably, far more words for trick than treat in Yiddish, but I'm partial to: כּישעף (kishef), המצאה (hamtsoe), שטוקע (shtuke) And treat: לאַקעטקע (la'ketke) or צוקערקע (tsukerke) So you could say "Happy Halloween" as "פריילעכע האַלאָווין" (freylekhe haloveen) [though below I'll talk about why you don't have to] and phrase "Trick or Treat" as really any combination of the above, though "שטוקע אָדער צוקערקע" (shtuke oder tsukerke) rhymes somewhat and "המצאה אָדער לאַקעטקע" (hamtsoe oder la'ketke" sounds nice to my ears. It would also be perfectly reasonable to use Hebrew for parts of this, particularly the "Happy Halloween" bit, as Yiddish incorporates a lot of Hebrew (for instance, "hamstoe" is Hebrew but has its own meaning in Yiddish). For "Happy Halloween," I would also probably say "האַלאָווין שמח"/"Halloween Sameakh," similar to the above with Hebrew, although you run into the religious issue that Halloween is not a Jewish holiday, so it does sound kind of funny.

Vietnamese (from @blocky-tides)

these are rough translations as Vietnam doesn't really celebrates it Happy Halloween - Halloween vui vẻ Halloween - lễ hội ma quỷ (ghost festival) / lễ hội hóa trang (masquerade festival) Trick or Treat - Cho kẹo hay bị sợ (give candy or scared) Candy - Kẹo Jack o' Lantern - Ðèn bí ngô Haunted House - Nhà ma ám Witch - Phù Thủy Mummy - Xác ướp Zombie - Thây ma Black Cat - Con mèo đen Skeleton - Xương người (literally means bone people) Mask - Mặt nạ Cemetery - Nghĩa Trang

Irish, (from @cube-people-fandom)

Halloween is Oiche Shamhna. And to say happy halloween you would say Oiche Shamhna shona duit. Milseáin is sweets, púca (my favourite irish word) is ghost. Witch is cailleach. Oiche Shamhna is like: Ee-ha How-na Oiche Shamhna shona duit: Ee-ha How-na hunna dit Milseáin: mill-shawn Púca: poo-ca Cailleach: kail-yuck (sort of)

Latin, (from anonymous)

i don't know what practical use this would have, but i thought it might be fun to add Latin to the list -- so i've come up with "dolus aut oblectamentum" for "trick or treat" and "felicem vesperam sanctam" for "happy hallowed evening"!

Thai, (from @routeriver)

In Thai happy halloween would be either แฮปปี้ฮาโลวีน or สุขสันต์วันฮาโลวีน Trick or treat is จะหลอกหรือจะเลี้ยง ghost - ผี witch - แม่มด (which is kinda weird bc if you look at the word separately it’s literally mother ant) candy - ขนม haunted house - บ้านผีสิง skeleton- โครงกระดูก

Chinese (from anonymous)

In chinese you’d usually see 万圣节快乐！(in hanyu pinyin it’s pronounced as: wàn shèng jié kuài lè!)

[lonesome-witching]

Be My Valentine

Hey @weekend-bastard for the prompt. Hope you like it. This is Robin being Nancy's secret admirer and the search that follows. I tried my best to make it cute.

Send me prompts in my asks. If you've already sent one, I am working on it.

Robin looked up as the door of Family Video swung open. Nancy Wheeler stormed in, walking up to the counter. 

“I need your help.” She said, slapping her hand on said counter. When she pulled her hand back, a note was left. “Someone sent me a bouquet of red roses and left this note. I need to know who it is.” 

Robin cleared her throat. She picked up the note, reading the message. She remembered scrawling it hastily and pushing it between the flowers. I wish I was your Valentine. That was all she had dared to write. Maybe for the better. 

“So, will you help me?” Nancy’s fingers were tapping against the counter. 

“Uhm, I don’t know if I can.” 

“Robin, you are the smartest person I know. If there is anyone in this godforsaken town that can help me with this, it’s gotta be you.” 

“Nance, I just- I have to tell you-” Robin started but then Nancy’s hand reached for her own. 

“Please, Robin. I don’t know who else to ask.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” Nancy smiled brightly. 

“Okay, I’ll help you.” 

“Wonderful. So my first guess was Steve, he’d do something like this. But you’re his best friend, you’d know if it was Steve, right?” 

Robin cleared her throat. Nancy was right of course. Steve would do something like this. And Robin knew as much because she had asked Steve for advice when it came to wooing Nancy. He had told her to buy a dozen roses because girls like that. Apparently.

But Steve hadn’t sent the flowers, of course. Robin had. It was only step one of her master plan in winning over Nancy Wheeler. Too bad Nancy was trying to skip ahead a few steps.

“Uhm yeah, I don’t think he’s your secret admirer. He can’t keep a single thing from me. So, I’d know.” 

“That’s what I thought too.” Nancy exclaimed, almost excited at the mystery ahead of her. 

Robin just nodded her head in response. There wasn’t too much for her to say. She’d limit her responses to answering Nancy’s questions. 

“And Jonathan wouldn’t. Hopefully. We only just broke up.” 

‘Just’ being two months ago, a week before Christmas. Robin had heard all about it. First from Steve, who’d heard it from one of the kids. Then from Mike who had come into the video store to complain about Nancy’s moping. And then finally from Nancy herself who had called her after work.

The fact Nancy still used the word ‘just’ to describe the break up worried Robin. Then again, she’d also used the word ‘hopefully’. 

“I’m pretty sure it isn’t Jonathan.” Robin confirmed. 

Nancy sighed. “Then who could it be? It’s not like I have a hoard of boys fawning over me.” 

The thing was that Nancy did have a hoard of boys fawning over her. Fred from the newspaper, Bradley from English class, Jared from math class, Ben from the basketball team, and that was only naming a few. Ever since Steve spray painted a large arrow pointing at Nancy’s head half of the male population was fawning over her, trying to get in her pants. Half of the male population and Robin Buckley.

So, Robin started saying those names in that order. Fred being the best bet. 

“You think Fred would send me flowers?” Nancy wondered. 

Robin shrugged. “Probably.” 

Nancy hummed in reply. 

—

“Fred didn’t send me those flowers.” 

“Hello, Nancy. Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you?” Robin replied instead, not looking up. She knew damn well that when she looked up she’d be unable to say a damn thing. Or she wouldn’t shut up for the next half hour. That truly depended on whether or not Nancy had that look in her eyes. That I-have-you-all-figured-out-Robin-Buckley look.

“Fred didn’t send me those flowers.” Nancy repeated and Robin instantly knew that look would be in her eyes. 

“Oh uhm, there are plenty of other guys into you.” Robin mentally went over her list. Bradley, Jared, Ben. 

“Like who?”

“Bradley from English often stares at you and he mentioned thinking you were the prettiest senior.” It wasn’t that Robin had eavesdropped but she had paid close attention when Nancy’s name had fallen. 

“Who?” Nancy frowned. It reminded her a little too much of the ‘who are you?’ Maybe Nancy was really bad with names and faces. 

“Bradley Lewis. Tall, short brown hair, brown eyes. Always wears a jean jacket even when it’s hot outside.” 

“Oh, him.” Nancy made a face at the recollection. “Let’s hope it’s not him.” 

—

The cafeteria was crowded. Too crowded. Robin looked around, hoping to find an empty table. She could sit next to the kids from band but she really didn’t want to. Not today. 

With a sigh she dropped down at a table in the corner of the room, next to the trash cans. That probably had something to do with why the table was deserted.

It only took a few minutes for Nancy to sit down in front of her, much gentler than Robin had. “It’s not Bradley although he did ask me out after I asked him about it.” She declared. 

Robin nearly choked on her sandwich. Shit shit shit. This hadn’t been the plan. This had not been the fucking plan. Scratch Jared. Scratch Ben. If Nancy still wanted to know who her secret admirer was Robin would tell her. 

“What did you say?” She asked, keeping her head down. Her eyes would tell the entire story and if Nancy had said yes then she shouldn’t know any of it.  

“I said no, of course. I’m not in the mood to date anyone and definitely not Bradley Lewis.” 

Robin’s relief was overwhelming. She wanted to jump and dance on the table, pull Nancy into a crushing hug. She didn’t of course. She wouldn’t. 

“This doesn’t help me though.” Nancy sighed. 

“Why is it so important to you?” Robin asked weakly. Preparation for ripping that goddamn band aid off. At least that’s what she told herself. 

“It’s not. I just-” Nancy’s cheeks turned a soft pink. “I want to find whoever is sending me flowers and ask them to stop. I’d much rather get some nice chocolates or something.” 

Robin opened her mouth to say something, anything. For once the words didn’t come. She wasn’t expecting that to be the answer. She slid further down her chair hiding as best she could in the corner of the room. God, she’d been an idiot. Steve had been an idiot. They had both been idiots. Stupid red roses. She made a mental note to punch Steve when she got to work later. 

—

Robin tapped her fingers against the counter of Family Video. She tried to remember the place Nancy’s fingers had tapped against. A little bit to the front, slightly left. The door opened. “Welcome to Family Video.” Robin spoke monotonously. Steve wasn’t working and she was getting sick and tired of mothers and their sons. 

“Hi, Robin.” Nancy’s voice echoed against Robin’s inner skull. 

“Hey, Nance.” Robin straightened her back quickly. “How can I help you?”

“My mom is organizing a movie night for my family next week and she asked me to ask you for some recommendations.” 

“Oh yeah, of course. Is Holly going to be there? Because that will definitely change things.” 

Nancy nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“In that case I’d say Labyrinth would be a great choice. E.T. sounds like a good option, I think Holly might like that. The Goonies but I think Karen rented that out recently so you might have already seen it. Alice in Wonderland maybe.” 

“Could you maybe write those down?” 

“Yeah sure.” Robin grabbed the notepad from under the desk and scribbled down the various titles and some more. “Let me know which one you’d like.” 

Nancy looked over the list for a second before leaving the store with a nod and a promise she’d be back. 

Which happened faster than expected. 

“It was you!” Nancy shouted as she entered the store 10 minutes after leaving earlier. 

“What?” 

“You’re the secret admirer.” Nancy stated, lowering her voice. “Aren’t you?” 

“What gave me away?” 

“The chocolates. You sent me chocolates with a note that said hope this makes up for the roses. It had to be either you or Steve and you were so adamant it wasn’t Steve that it had to be you.” 

Robin swallowed the excess saliva that was building up in her mouth. “So, what do you think?” 

Nancy cocked her head to the side. “It’s very sweet of you. But honestly, you didn’t have to.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s very sweet that you are trying to make me feel better by making up this secret admirer. But it really wasn’t necessary. I’m fine. Truly.” 

“Oh.” Robin cleared her throat. She debated her options. Tell her. Don’t tell her. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Actually, Nance, I have to tell you something.” 

“Yes?” Nancy’s eyes widened, her head nearly nodding. Her entire body was directed towards Robin.

“I didn’t write those notes and sent those gifts because I wanted to make you feel better. I sent them because they were true. I do wish I was your Valentine. Please don’t hate me.” 

“Hate you?” Nancy made a sound like a laugh and a scoff combined. “I could never hate you. I actually kind of hoped you’d say that.”

“What? Why?” 

This time Nancy did laugh. “Because I feel the same way about you. I wish you would have told me on Valentine’s.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Would you like to be my Valentine?” 

“You are a few days too late, Robin.” 

But Robin wouldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “Who cares? You can still be my Valentine retroactively. I’ll take you to the movies or we can get some crappy fast food and pretend it’s still Valentine’s Day.” 

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at 6.” Nancy turned around, ready to leave. 

“Wait.” Robin shouted, jumping over the counter with much more agility than she’d normally possess. Although she still tripped and collided with the floor head first. 

“Robin!” Nancy crouched down in front of her. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine. You just- You forgot something.” 

“What could I have possibly forgotten?” 

“This.” And with a confidence that Robin had never felt before she closed the distance between them and quickly pressed her lips against Nancy’s. Just for a second. Just one moment. Before the next customer would storm through those doors and catch them in the act. 

When she pulled back Nancy was blushing. “I can’t wait until 6.” She said with a broad smile before walking out of the store.

[canmom]

Animation Night 163 - Yokohama Kaidishi Kikou

Good evening everyone! It's time at last for Animation Night. And what do we have this week... did you guess an OVA from the 1990s? That's always a safe bet with me and sure enough that's what we have tonight: ヨコハマ買い出し紀行 Yokohama Kaidishi Kikou, or in English, Yokohama Shopping Log.

I'm going to keep my writeup tonight brief, because I am fully kvin's homework on this one and I think rather than paraphrase what he wrote, lemme link the article. Here is an introduction to the series...

Nearly 3 decades after it was first published, Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou remains the poster child of mono no aware works in otaku media. Vaguely set after a catastrophe that collapsed both the planet’s ecology and human civilization as we knew it, an event that the series has no intention to explain, YKK stars android Alpha as she runs the desolate café that her long-gone master entrusted her with. Her episodic adventures are all about the appreciation of the moment, often with an emphasis on the evocative environments she casually comes across; after all, author Hitoshi Ashinano was inspired to pen this work by his fondness of taking a stroll or riding a motorcycle without a specific goal. Despite being an ode to spontaneity, YKK is also a thoroughly focused work—and the recipient of that focus is the passage of time, as well as how different beings process the ephemerality of things.

The manga is beautiful, and highly influential in establishing a certain genre of gentle post-apocalyptic works like Girl's Last Tour. But tonight we're here to see the OVAs, each of them just an hour, pulling out a selection of favourite episodes from the manga.

These two adaptations, despite coming just a few years apart, come at a point of major historical change: the first part is in the cel era, the second in digital.

For the first, we have director Takashi Anno, veteran of The Hakkenden (AN122) and magical girl anime such as Magical Emi. His characteristic direction style puts a huge emphasis on setting and atmosphere, lingering on quiet moments - something he truly ironed out in Semishigure, which returns to the protagonist of Magical Emi years after the events of the story. Which made him a perfect fit for Yokohama. kVin is full of praise for the colour design, the strength of the layouts, and especially the soundtrack.

The second OVA Quiet Country Café dir. Tomomi Mochizuki takes a radically different approach, skipping forward in the manga and introducing a boldly experimental style:

Though its color design can’t match the exquisite work of the preceding series, it makes up for it with the radically distinct art direction by the late legend Shichiro Kobayashi—best known for the likes of Utena, Gamba, Ashita no Joe 2, Castle of Cagliostro, Beautiful Dreamers, Windy Tales, and unarguably being one of the most important figures in the history of stylized Japanese animation. In contrast to the grounded scenery of the first OVA, Kobayashi’s evokes reality with stark forms, implications of movement, and downright expressionistic paintings. Compared to the gentle embrace of the first series, his work feels like it’s demanding your attention in a more proactive way.

kVin describes the second episode's direction as characterised by more active and layered camerawork and a more 'involved' score - he's particularly taken with the sequence where Alpha returns to her café after the devastating storm that sets the OVA going. He compares it to Mochizuki's direction of the Ghibli film Ocean Waves.

So two approaches to the same material, two different vibes, but it sounds like both should be very strong. Tonight the plan is simple enough: we'll watch both OVAs back to back! (Apologies for the late start, as mentioned I've been having tech problems.)

AN 163 will be going live shortly at twitch.tv/canmom. Both OVAs are pretty short so we'll be watching from about 11pm to 1am UK time. love to see you there nya~

[amiharana]

and even more revalink hcs from this post part 6

previous hc part 5 x i'm too lazy to tag the other ones, just go through this one 😭 i haven't done one of these in a bit so i'm doing this for funsies 😹

who's the primary protector of the two?

hard to say, since they're both warriors with protective instincts, and link had to have learned some survival skills & instincts in botw

neither of them ever rest really, constantly on their guard because they're not letting anyone get the slip on them

i imagine that maybe they bicker over who gets to protect the other, always insisting that they'll be the one to save the other 😹

who sleeps in and who is the early bird?

i think we should know by now where i stand on this 😹

i am the self-proclaimed #1 sleepy link x coddler revali enthusiast. you know damn well i am tucking that blond twunk into a soft comfy bed (the bed being revali)

who is the least patient?

hard to pin down as a generalization, because it's circumstantial between the two of them imo

like we all know link would stare into a campfire all night just to be able to hunt the best game at the exact crack of dawn

but revali is very thoughtful and methodical to me. i just reviewed his diary and the cb memory, and it's clear that his dedication to the craft warrants a lot of strategy, perseverance, and patience. he can be incredibly patient for the things that matter most to him

(i also really like the idea that revali would be very patient with fledglings 🥺 gordon ramsey type beat)

that being said, both revali and link will have a breakdown trying to assemble a single chair from ikea. they insist that the furniture is cursed but zelda assembles it in less than five minutes

which of the two listens to old music and which one is more into the newer stuff?

to me, revali seems like he would enjoy classical music, and classic pop & rock in general. anything before the 2000's, revali can get into

projecting a portion of my own music taste onto revali, he fucks with songs like 'stitches and burns' by fra lippo lippi, 'i melt with you' by modern english, and 'true' by spandau ballet. i will not be taking any criticism at this time 🙏

meanwhile link's playlist is jumping from 'good lookin'' dixon dallas to 'planet of the bass' to 'ETA' newjeans. and he finds all of it unironically genius

who's the first one to quit a new hobby because they're not great at it on the first try?

my instinct was to say revali, but the thing is, revali holds a great insecurity in wanting to be the best, and it's difficult to do that when you're dating Mr. Link Master-At-Everything-He-Tries over here

so if he's not automatically good at it but link is, you better bet your entire ass that revali is learning that shit out of spite to be better or at least just as good at it as link is

bitches can't even have like a couple hobby, everything turns into a competition if it's revali and link ✋😭

who holds a grudge the longest?

revali of course

a while ago, i made a post about how i hc'd revali to be a capricorn sun virgo rising, and i kinda still stand by that. he'll take anything to be a personal slight against him, will block you on everything, and talk shit about you to anyone. petty ahh mf

link just doesn't seem like the type to hold grudges, he's kinda goldfish brain. he'll forget he was even mad at you 15 minutes later

who secretly knows all the lyrics to the other's favorite songs but refuses to expose themselves?

revali actually 🥺

link soaks up melodies and lyrics like a sponge, so he has no problem picking any one of revali's playlists and knowing every single song on there, he will sing his heart out to each song on that damned playlist

revali is a bit of a music snob and isn't always the biggest fan of link's taste in music (as per #4 in this list LOL)

but he tries really hard to memorize link's favorites even if he fucking hates the song, which results in revali practicing korean just to be able to sing fucking 'gangnam style' psy with link 😭

who's more likely to cry about a plant dying?

link hands down. this guy gets overly attached to inanimate objects fr

bro is the type to bump into the corner of a table and be like "oops, sorry mr. table, didn't mean to hit you"

zelda once sent link a bouquet of flowers she had grown herself, and link put them in a nice little vase, made sure they got sunlight and water every day, and gave each flower names

when one of the flowers started wilting, link was about to have a whole breakdown

revali comes home to link trying to perform surgery on a flower, like why it got a whole iv drip bag now???

which of the two is the most outspoken? which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

these were actually two separate questions but i decided to mix them, bc i think it's pretty clear who's who

revali is more outspoken and quick to speak, he's confidently opinionated and will mansplain to you unfortunately. he's not afraid to tell you what he thinks, because he thinks he's always right. very much the type to tell you he's just being brutally honest as an excuse to a dick skjdhfkdj

link is soft-spoken, reserved, and a listener, he'll let you take the lead on the conversation or listen you out completely before saying anything.

as such, revali is the one berating the cashier for putting pickles on link's burger when he said he didn't want any 😹

and honestly? link just likes hearing revali's voice, so he's content with letting revali talk his head off as long as they get to cuddle or hold hands.

[bapydemonprincess]

Can't help imagining the first weeks that the servants are all feeling comfortable with each other now, at some point, maybe Bard or Mey plans a meeting with them.. Most likely Bard, and they all huddle up like:

Bard: Right, so....

Bard: We're all in agreement, Sebastian ain't a human right?

Mey:

Finny:

Bard:

Mey:

Finny:

Bard:

Mey: Yes.

Finny: ...That's not a bad thing, right?

Bard: Okay right, glad we got that outta the way.

Bard: So

Bard: Like

Bard: Whattaya think he is then??

Bard: I'm guessin' maybe.. demon or werewolf or alien-

Mey: OH YES, demon or vampire was me best bet, yes it was!!!

Bard:

Mey: WOTS THAT LOOK FOR BARD

Bard: Mey yer-

Finny: OH, w-what about a fairy???

Bard:

Mey:

Finny: Like Rumpelstiltskin with that girl, or the lady who turned the prince into a Beast in Beauty and the Beast or-

Mey: Oh my God you have a point, you do 😳😳😳

Mey: That'd explain him bein' so elegant despite bein' a male English Butler-

Bard: Never heard o' no fairies that were red eyed an' fanged an' human sized an'

Mey: That's why I said maybe a VAMPIRE meself, like Carmilla or Dracula-

Bard: BUT he don't drink blood or anythin',

Mey: Well, Dracula held off drinkin' blood too, until-

Bard: Fer' cryin' out loud, what about a DEMON, like, who MAKES DEALS AN' SHIT-

Mey: Hmph, that makes less sense, seein' as most demons would likely be bored bein' a butler, they like MISCHIEF, an' ain't serious like Mr. Sebastian, nor I doubt any demons would wanna serve a lil' kid-

Bard: oi, but kids ARE easy t'trick an' why would a VAMPIRE go after a kid? Too scrawny fer that-

Mey: I NEVER SAID HE WAS TAKIN' YOUNG MASTER'S BLOOD, I MEAN, THE BUTLER DEAL COULD BE A SIDE HUSSEL WHILE HE PLANS TO TAKE OUR BLOOD-

Bard: Oh my god Mey-

Finny: I still think Fairy, cause they don't care about blood, nor a humans age, I think, they just want to trick humans too, and not for souls like demons! 😌

Mey: but why bein' a butler servin' the kid he plans to trick and- 🤔

Bard: Ugh you guys... 🤦‍♂️

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii Omg i havee SOOO much to tell and ask you its both sad and fun stuff, First off i wanna tell you that you are such an amazing person like seriously omggg how do u even exist like you must not be allowed away from heaven. Btw random: i heard u mention abt u in university so hows that going and whats ur majorr???? :)) And now the very very bad stuff: i messed up. not very uncommon you see, but very bad. my cousin whom i rllyyy love shes amazing shes like the andromeda to my sirius. nd my dad's side is very cruel to my mom before i ws born and they also shamed her for having a kid (my sis) that has problems (they refuse to tell me what it is but she has 2 problems idk the first one she has since birth and the second is that she had um.. men parts but when she was around 4/5 we founf out shes.. female? im a minor i rlly dont undersrand how ths works so..yeah. shes 8 now btw this year shes gonna be 9 y/o) basically very cruel people very very bad and so my cousin, whos from my dad's side, she came for like a sleepover thingy and my father commented on my mom's side and how they arent close to me even though they are my basucaly everything.. and in reply, i said how i like them and they are good and i said "my mums side is great... better than father side atlst" and she said "i can hear u yk" and i said that shes a excpetiion but when she wnt home she really felt upset and she had an exam but she stll didnt come to my house (my house is closer to her school so she stays here in exam time so it takes less tme in travelling) so my father cmpletly blamed me and now im so upset idek what to do i dont wanna apologize to her cz she doesnt know that i know that she said shes upset. my father confronted me about it and he got to jknow from my cousins mom so there was no direct contact but basically yeah thats it. i need help in what i should do to fix things again :( but this is the reason that simply talking wouldnt work and its rlly hard :( btw random: how do i start my microfic thing like do i just upoad a micfic or do i post smgthn else first if ykwim? another thing:

yeah idk but i think m bisexual and i have a bestfriend shes straight and supports lgbtq+ community but i rlly like her and cz were besties i dont wnanna ruin anything at all and im cool with how we r rn but at the same time i want more ykwim? and.. were like the touchy-feely kinda bestfriends so we hold hands n stuff as a joke nd people ship us and its so asdxdfgkhljhxx idek if i rlly like her as a frnd or i like her as in like like her.. but i also have a crush on a boy but it only lasts for 2 secs but when i see him again i start to thibk i like him again but my other rlly gud friend likes him so is it that i like hm and ignore my feelings js cs my frnd liks him or do i just like him as frnds,, idek were close we play games togheter n stuff but thtas about it..

also have i mentioned how much of an angel you are??? i literally scream and jump off a cliff casually when u reply to my texts <333 ilysm ur such a great person <333

xoxo, sweet potato <33

hi!

Aww you're so sweet! I'm not in university anymore, at least not in the traditional sense: I'm working on my master's degree. It's going.....not terrible lol. I'm majoring in ESL Education (English as a Second Language).

For your first question: I think this is a really good example of how talking through other people isn't the best solution. Do you have any way of getting in contact with your cousin directly? Because things are definitely going to be changed and exaggerated if you are talking through your aunt and dad. Once you talk to her, be truthful. Be sincere and tell her how important she is to you. I'm betting she'll come around.

For microfics: Nope, just go for it! You don't have to do anything beforehand, just start! I can't wait to see what you write!

For the last part: First, are you sure you friend is straight? If she definitely is, then yeah, it might not be worth it to say anything? But I mean, you could always try bringing it up casually. Like "Oh, I think you're really pretty!" and see what happens?

With the guy- I know it sounds cliche, but if your friend likes him, stay away. I've been there. I've seen friendships fall apart. It's not worth it, especially since you're not even sure of your feelings. I know I probably sound like a parent, here, but there was a full-on FEUD I experienced in eighth grade because two people were fighting over a guy and....yeah.

Thank you so much for the compliments, you're so nice!! <3 I hope you have a great day!

[alpacahat67]

TWST ch6 on EN and TWST EN's censoring - How the HELL?

Below the cut is spoilers for some major parts of TWST's storyline, particularly books 4 + 6 and miscellaneous spoilers for stories/events that aren't story-important (such as Ruggie's backstory and the Phantom Bride event)

There's also a mention of attempted sewer slide stay safe guys

Hey, Alpaca's back again with a TWST rant! So... with the leaks I've seen of the February schedule, we're probably getting Ignihyde dorm cards in February. Which means book 6 soon!

As an Idia Shroud enthusiast, I'm PUMPED for that dorm card and to be able to play TWST for an extended period of time because my attention span just can't sit there and grind with no purpose. However, I've also read translations for book 6, and with my combined knowledge of book 6, the backstory of the Shroud brothers, and the themes in the translation of TWST EN, I'm also scared.

Death and grief are a HUGE part of Idia and Ortho's characters. Ortho as we know him wouldn't even exist without death and grief. However, EN has a tendency to censor things regarding death and murder. [1] This is most notable in their censoring in the Phantom Bride event, where Idia is dragged into marrying a ghost named Eliza against his will who ends up ditching him for another ghost. In the Japanese version, they seem to be very on the nose with the fact that if Eliza were to marry Idia, he would die. But on the English version, if my memory suits me right, it's said that Idia would join Eliza in the spirit realm and not much else. They've even censored parts in Ruggie's story where it's mentioned that his mother died shortly after giving birth to him.

With their aversion to talking about a concept like death... censoring book 6 would completely undermine everything about the Shrouds. From Ortho's reason to even exist to why Idia overblotted. The entire book surrounds death to such a degree that separating the concept from the book will COMPLETELY alter the Shroud brother's characters.

I believe it'd end up similar to book 4. Book 4 also had an essential part censored - Jamil and Kalim's master/servant relationship. Their relationship is the entire reason why Jamil tried to usurp Kalim, it's the exact reason why Jamil holds a grudge against Kalim, even if their relationship isn't Kalim's fault. TWST EN avoids Jamil referring to Kalim as his master and avoids him referring to himself as a servant. I can't think of a solid reason as to why this change was made, maybe it's North American culture, but it just undermined Jamil's motivation for everything he did in book 4. If Jamil just worked for Kalim and wasn't born into being his servant, why was his jealousy so strong?

Just as the erasure of Jamil's role as Kalim's servant altered his motivations, Ortho not dying or the idea that he is dead would alter Idia's motivations. The loss of a loved one is the entire reason why Idia rebuilt him, accepted the fact he'd never be free from the curse, locked himself away, and basically attempted to kill himself just to be with his brother again. The "real" Ortho's death is why Ortho teams up with his other self in book 6 in the first place, he wants to be like the person he was modeled after so he can see his brother happy again.

If they remove death from the story of Idia and Ortho, they might as well make them different characters.

However, I can imagine one way that would be remedied. If Idia remembers that he "lost" Ortho in some way, didn't remember how, yet still felt responsible for it, the extent of his grief likely wouldn't change. Of course, it'd be a little upsetting they're erasing such an integral part of his character, but if they're going for censoring without altering the story, that's their best bet. Even then, Ortho dying would have to be somewhat implied. How else would he be in the underworld? How else would he have that conversation with Idia after his overblot convincing him to stay? (Oof... that whole convo would be censored too, wouldn't it? This entire book is DARK.)

I didn't proofread this, so sorry.

EDITS:

[1] Correction; Phantom Bride was not as censored as I thought. I completrly forgot any Idia saying he would "literally DIE" if him and Eliza "smoocharoo" which is bullied him relentlessly for. Tbf... I didn't read it as intently and I read Firelit Skies or WUAS lmao. I think I was extremely loopy when I wrote this.

[possibly-god]

Hedy Mayer – the Rocket Scientist

(1975 – 27/2000 – 52)

Darleane Mayer met Dell Conagher in college studying theoretical physics – her second Ph.D., his sixth. For that one year they were study buddies, and for the one night of their graduation party they were something else.

The pregnancy was a surprise to Darleane, but not an unwelcome one – she had an interest in being a parent but not so much in being a wife, and with a bit of elbow grease she quickly proved herself unfireable from her new position at Black Mesa.

Baby Hedy was named after Darleane’s favorite inventor and actress Hedy Lamarr, and grew up in the halls of Black Mesa, learning the periodic table alongside the alphabet and designing space shuttles before she could drive a car.

While the sciences came easy to her, the humanities really didn’t – in the same school year she was TA-ing 10th grade trigonometry and repeating 6th grade English.

After high school, she spent a year interning at Black Mesa before her mom insisted that she get a degree – though what really convinced her to go was an ex-classmate’s insinuation that she couldn’t.

There is nothing this woman will not accomplish out of sheer spite – among her life’s greatest ambitions is to launch a teapot into stable orbit to get one over on her second-grade teacher.

Zephaniah Mann University took one look at her application and threw so many scholarships at her she’s practically being paid to attend – as of ‘75 she’s 7 years and 4 Ph.D.s deep (chemistry, astrophysics, aerospace engineering, and the college’s first computer science degree) with no signs of stopping.

It's at ZMU that she met Christoph, her best friend, husband for tax benefits, and partner in mad science.

It was Christoph who made Hedy the drunken bet that would change their lives – at his instigation, she invented the polycyclotron (a.k.a. the Tricycle, the Three-Ring-Circus) and became the first person to synthesize Australium.

It was this act that put her on OHM’s radar – and the rest of the kids, once OHM realized her connection to Team Fortress and began looking for others.

Discovering an adult child was not on Engineer’s bingo card when the team went on that rescue mission, and Hedy threw Dell for quite a few loops, but he did eventually get through to her over their mutual eccentricities (technical talents, music taste, mild god complex, etc.)

While on RED base, she becomes “chemistry buddies” with Demo and Pyro and develops a tenuous relationship with her father-in-law Medic (his skepticism is understandable - his marriage of convenience didn't go too well). She also encourages Kelly’s inventiveness, giving her construction tips.

Once everything with OHM is sorted out, Dell immediately calls Darleane for a long talk.

Meanwhile, Hedy returns to ZMU, presenting the Tricycle as her nuclear physics thesis. She accepts her fifth Ph.D. that June and her Nobel Prize the following December – her acceptance speech is the first in the institution’s history to include the phrase “kiss my ass.”

Hedy’s exit from ZMU heralds a hiring slap fight between NASA and Aperture Science – she picks the latter to start, though she’ll work at both and beyond in the coming years (after the fifth time she gets used as an unwitting test subject, she bids Aperture adieu).

The ’76 Conagher family reunion is one heck of an event – Hedy is quickly overwhelmed by her new grandpa’s, aunt’s, and cousins’ enthusiasm.

As Y2K passes uneventfully (with her help), Hedy accepts a position with Team Fortress Industries and joins her fellow “next-genners” in international mayhem as the Rocket Scientist (or “Rocketeer” for short and/or fun).

Next up - her psycho psychologist partner in life and crime...

TF2K Master Post

[sofoulandfairaday]

Silly headcanons about Rodolphus!!!

Uhuhuhuhuhuhu- this ask sparks joy. These ones I all wholeheartedly believe (apart from one, maybe), and they always make me laugh, so enjoy.

If undisturbed, the man can sleep 'till noon. Bella is someone who needs very little sleep in general and generally is one of those people who feels that sleep is a waste of time that could be better spent doing other things. Not Rod. My man needs his beauty rest. Anything below 8 hours a night, he gets cranky.

I have a very big headcanon that the English Lestrange branch is the secondary one. The main one stayed back in France, and they are wine producers. The ancestral family home is in Burgundy (and some cousins live in the Champagne region) and they make some of the best wines in the wizarding world, thousands of dollars a bottle. For this reason, Rodolphus is a wine nerd. He knows everything there is to know - bottles, vintages, food pairings, etc. He gets incredibly excited whenever he can talk about this passion of his and it's the only time he transforms from a rather quiet and stoic man to a rambling fanboy. Bella rolls her eyes at him but secretly finds it endearing.

Lestrange Hall is in Cornwall. It's a huge castle, much bigger than Malfoy Manor, it goes back to medieval times and belonged to many other Houses before the Lestranges. Unfortunately, it always rains, it's always cold, and some part of it is always in need of reparations. Rabastan is constantly criticizing the place (but won't ever leave, because he won't leave Rodolphus). Rod and Bella really like the Wuthering Heights vibe. There are obviously ghosts, some friendly some not. None of them will respect Rodolphus (after all, they saw him as a small kid running around those halls). All of them are scared shitless of Bellatrix and it drives Rod insane.

He was born in England, has always lived in England. No matter. If you ask him, he'll unironically say he's French. He will also criticize the English way of life. Bellatrix was used to eating dinner at 6 pm back at her parents' house. Not anymore. The house elves are under strict orders: they can't even begin to cook supper at 6. The Lestranges eat at 8 pm, no exceptions. Rodolphus has no pity whatsoever for his starving wife. Once, while visiting the Lestranges, it was about 7 something when the Dark Lord asked sarcastically if the Master of the house was going to feed them anything and Rod just looked at him and went "No".

Surprisingly ticklish.

Dog person.

Prideful. The kind of person that will do stupid shit because someone bet them they couldn't. Bellatrix once used this to her advantage to dare him to wear a pair of her knickers (black, lacy) to a DE meeting. Rodolphus regretted it the second he stepped into the room and the most embarrassing moment of his life was when he met the Dark Lord's gaze. Yaxley was drawling on about this or that, Rodolphus was too self-conscious for his Occlumency shields to work... and of course what was at the forefront of his mind? The Dark Lord choked on his wine. Bellatrix maintains it was the best moment of her life.

Vaguely OCD. Bellatrix, on the other hand, is... well, she's not horribly messy, but she's not tidy either and he hates it.

Kinda NSFW: They have been caught having sex at pureblood events more than once.

NSFW: Bella is the one that brought the BDSM element to their sex life (she gets it from Voldemort, sorry not sorry). Rod, who is generally more vanilla, was hesitant at first. Then he got super into it but that's another post. "I want you to bend me over your father's desk and spank me" "Are you sure?" "Yes, please, Rod" "...But are you sure?" "Ffs Rodolphus, just do it!"

She calls him Daddy.