#my-nata-li

[scooby-doo-exploration]

my-nata-li

[starshapedheartz]

✩ - 1999 Nezha!! [Nata] - i saw her and freaked out so i drew in this sweater from pinterest that i love a lot - no Nata and Wukong banter but they're really cute

[heimeldat]

I've spent an inordinate amount of time parsing the few examples we have of Old High Gallifreyan text, and here at last is the result of my labors!

The Old Gallifreyan alphabet:

The alternate forms of letters may be used interchangeably with their main forms; the differences are purely cosmetic, much like the difference between cursive and print-style writing.

Now for my analysis of the existing texts. It's rather long, so I've put it below the break!

EXAMPLES OF OLD HIGH GALLIFREYAN TEXT

ITEM ONE

Supposedly from “The Five Doctors,” though I can’t spot this writing anywhere. Translation given in episode.

ORA PSYERPA

O – honorific indicating uniqueness, may be rendered with the definite article “the”

R – combined with the definite honorific, a common abbreviation of Rassilon’s name

A – an alternate version of the possessive “ya,” used only when the possessive noun is already abbreviated

Psyerpa – a general term for harps and other large stringed instruments

Thus, the full text reads:

O-Rassilon-ya psyerpa

The Rassilon’s harp

ITEM TWO

From “The Colony in Space,” across the bottom of the Doctor’s mugshot. No translation given.

QU  ETHOA TRIOUAX BRIA

Qu – This is not a complete word, merely a letter used in this case for alphanumerical file designation: note that it stands alone, separate from the main text.

Ethoa – exile

Triouax – an infinitive verb, “to persist” or “to remain in effect”

Bria – a conditional modifier used exclusively in bureaucratic contexts, implying the need for occasional update of information or policy.

This text is a record of the Doctor’s sentence, and may be rendered something like this: Exile: to remain in effect barring further review.

ITEM THREE

From “The Time of Angels.” Translation given.

JUSYMOU CAIDEU OXA OOYY MAISOM

Jusymou – An archaic greeting, roughly equivalent to “well met” or “hail.”

Caideu – self, soul, or “hearts” in a poetic sense

Oxa – prepositional suffix, “part of”

OOYY – a conceptual abbreviation that combines the two meanings of the solitary letter O (definite article + symbol of individuality) and the mathematical use of the letter Y (usually indicating a dimensional shift). Literally, this means something like the individual, shifted two dimensions. In practice, it refers to a Time Lord’s fifth dimensional aspect.

Maisom – name, designation, identification

Thus, a literal translation would read something like this: Greetings, soul-linked fifth-dimensional name!

Or as the Doctor paraphrases it: Hello, Sweetie.

ITEM FOUR

From “The Five Doctors.” Translation is given, though it’s not specified which face of the obelisk corresponds to which section of the text.

First Face:

RA NASA TO TANA EURIFSTAN OBLR ORE NATA

Ra – where

Nasa – sleep

To – in

Tana – lies, reclines, rests

Eurifstan – eternal, endless, timeless. Here it modifies the verb, so it should be rendered as an adverb.

Oblr – abbreviated form of obelar, tomb or grave

OR – the same abbreviation seen previously, “The One And Only Rassilon.”

E – an alternate version of the possessive “ya,” used only when the possessive noun is already abbreviated

Nata – a basic verb of being, is

This yields the following literal translation: Where sleep-in lies eternally, tomb Rassilon’s is.

Or as the Doctor translates it: This is the Tomb of Rassilon, where Rassilon lies in eternal sleep.

Second Face:

The text on the second face is never seen. The Doctor translates it as: Anyone who's got this far has passed many dangers and shown great courage and determination.

Third Face:

ULIREIF RAENATA TOAAN LAKI FSTA TORARO

Ulireif – to lose everything, to be utterly defeated

Raenata – an emphatic form of the being-verb nata, indicating that something really, truly, permanently is

Toa’an – to win everything, to be crowned victor

Laki – a compound conjunction combining la (so) with ki (and): “and so”

Fsta – an abbreviated form of festoa, a winner or leader

Toraro – future tense of torar, to fail or collapse

Thus: To lose all is truly to win all, and so the winner will fail.

Or as the Doctor puts it: To lose is to win, and he who wins shall lose.

Fourth Face:

KIRA ATOUNA OR TA LIRI EUKI RAATO SUTE ANAAN FEIRLIO REUNT

Kira – takes

Atouna – ring

OR – the same abbreviation seen previously, “The One And Only Rassilon.”

Ta – from

Liri – hand

Euki – a compound conjunction combining eu (then, next, afterward) with ki (and): “and then”

Ra’ato – future tense of ra’at, to wear

Sute – reward, prize, payment

Ana’an – desired, sought-after

Feirlio – future tense of feiril, to get or acquire. Note that this is an irregular verb: the last two letters switch places when adding any tense ending.

Reunt – immortality, eternity

Literally: Takes ring Rassilon-from-hand and then will wear, reward-sought will have: immortality.

Or as the Doctor translates it: Whoever takes the ring from Rassilon's hand and puts it on shall get the reward he seeks: immortality.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MY DARLING DOLLS 64

PREVIOUS || PT 11 CH 64 || NEXT

There's many things that happened that he rather not have you known. Well it's not like you would care to notice them to begin with nor will he hide it if you really wanted to ask him.

Something he have known from his very species cruel reality is that they can't lie. He can't lie. But he can hide the truth or won't tell the full truth. If he lies it's the end of it. Something bad will happen.

...

When that other ritsu appears he realize something. It seems the will of this worlds seems to not favor the damnable fool. Through it doesn't give much advantage either.

...

Staring in the slowly crumbling sky, before he gaze at the sleeping person surrounded by dolls and spirits, he stood on the door frame in wonder in what to do in the current event of the world.

' the world... Is slowly... Being tarnish... I wonder if it's my fault.' he who witness the end of his world and a sole survivor of that said world. He wonder if he have curse this innocent world to oblivion for being here.

[ you cant do anything about the current situation to fix it.]

He heard someone spoke to him, he gaze at the one who spoke and it was the other ritsu who stared at the sky beside him.

[ you don't need to do a job that is task to someone else. You just need to buy some time before those who task to take care of it comes here.] He pointed out.

"why are you telling 'me' this?"

[your debt and sin against this world, isn't it just fair you give something in return. ] His red eyes seems to give him looks like he knows his deepest secrets. [ someone like you, it would be an easy job.] He added.

"...what if I don't?"

[ then this world shall disappear, the people in it shall parish to nothing.] Kuma simple shrugged his shoulder as if the world's of his is nothing important. But deep inside his trying to calculate and make sure this person would help out, using many methods of he disagree because this is his world. With people that dear to him lives.

"... " the other stared at Kuma with unfreeze gaze.

[ if you don't want to help. Then leave. Leave this place and be safe outsider. You don't belong to this place, so you don't belong to it's own tragedy.]

"ah...." So he knows... ' he thought about it. "I can't do much and probably would be a curse to your world if I influence more..." He mumbles.

[... A help is a help.] Kuma grin at him.

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He wonders if he is anything of a help. His weak to save his own world, what is the difference he could do in this world? Yet his here away from you, trying to change the worlds destiny. Maybe it was the thought he could do better or was it something else?

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He decided to do some "heroic" but told the others to make sure the dollmaker won't do anything stupid when it starts raining. They seems worried about his plan but he only smiles before he left.

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Being a hero for people he failed to protect before and the new found family in this world, felt nice but it's lonely.

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[ isn't loneliness just a fitting thing for you...?]

He heard his own voice giggle mockingly at him in the void of his mind. He cover his ears not wanting to deal with it. "Shut up " he mumbles as he curl in a ball, weaken a bit with how his exerting his powers in a vast world different from his own.

[ you true form will only scare the dollmaker. You should 'fuck off' and leave.]

He saw glowing ball is annoying him like a fly, he glared at the shit talking ball, but he remembers back in his world people either loyal or fearful subjects there's only few who threat him as a equal yet it's not all the time. Even his dearest friend sometimes fear him as he is of the imperial dragon clan.

"my dollmaker... I'm sorry I'm going crazy... Some annoying bug is bugging me..." He mumbles to himself, finding his memories of you keep him away from his past, he would rather not remember as it's deals with how he lost it too.

"—NATA..."

[ hmmp I'm not a bug. You are!]

Instead of listening to the voice, he heard familiar voice calling. He look around the void as the voice grow closer.

That voice is...

[ ******—]

Standing up straight he start to run toward the voice, your voice calling out for him. As he did the darkness fade away and bright light of the reality welcome him.

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The vast sky, he stared down, he saw you on top of a gigantic yellow blob waving at him. Smiling warmly. Seeing your smile, something dawn to him.

In his original world, an 'alter' of yours is someone he disliked as it's the cause of the destruction of his own world but looking at you, how laughable he too have succumb to such catastrophe the hateful flower of end have succumb too.

A curse of a being made that never exist in the canon world, manifesting of adoration and love for so called unrealistic Characters. To fall is but a unfortunate yet undeniable out come for stories like this, but it is fine at least in all world, he gain chance in this one.

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[rainrivers1]

Justice for the invisible hero rock!

This came to me randomly while I was listening to music.

These characters are my oc’s in my head. I don’t usually write for them.

Larissa = hero = protagonist

Brie = villain and sister

Grandfather = supervillain

Father = supervillain

Basically just a hero in a horrible family of supervillains.

“Boss isn’t your sister a hero? What’s she doing here” a lackey asked. Brie whispers to her lackeys “She is, but she isn’t anything good. She was always a disgrace as a child. Follow my lead and watch. Father won’t even believe her.”

Her lackeys get excited and stand by to watch.

Brie spots Larissa at a small fruit stand. She seems to be buying some fruit sticks. Brie walks closer, she follows through with her plan and trips…

Larissa’s pov

I can’t believe he kidnapped me to make me attend. I didn’t even know they had supervillain conventions!

At least they have some tanghulu and milk tea.

“Excuse me! Can I please have two of the green grape and strawberry one and the lychee fruit tea with nata? Thank you!” I asked the guy who was manning this cute looking booth.

“That will be 12 dollars… thank you.” I gave him the money and he left to fulfill the order.

Hmm… I wonder what else they have here.

Is that Brie? Why is she walking here? She’s supposed to be with her friends. Oh they’re right behind her. The heck? Are they really hiding behind a chair!?

Oh shoot! She fell.

I start to move towards her to help, but her friends were already by her side and she wasn’t injured physically. So I just asked, “Brie, Are you okay?”

“What the fuck Ris! I can’t believe you! you tripped me! aren’t you gonna say sorry?” And she starts crying.

Oh… so it’s like that…

Well two can play at this game.

“Uh no?” I say as my order finally arrived and I thanked the man.

“It’s not my fault you tripped on your own”

“Why you-“ she starts loud.

“What’s going on here!?” His majesty said calmly.

“Father! Larissa tripped me and she won’t even apologize!” — so we’re still lying, okay.

“Larissa!? I can’t believe this!?” — me neither — “ I get that you’re uncomfortable here” “that is an understatement” “and that you may be jealous of your sister cause she’s a successful villain” — unlike me —“and has connections, but you can’t go around hurting people here! What the fuck is wrong with-“

Oh my gosh “You can’t seriously be believing her. Do I look like the type to just go around pushing people for no reason?! If ever I do, it’s to villains. And that’s cause they keep blowing up things every two blocks. I’m just doing my job! It’s not my fault they do that! Just like it’s not my fault she tripped!”

“You pushed me!” She says as she leans on her friends. Ooo she looks pissed.

“You tripped on your own! I was gonna help you but you started accusing me and… I just didn’t feel like it anymore. “ I defended.

“Didn’t feel like it anymore!? YOU didn’t FEEL like it ANYMORE!? How could you aren’t you a hero! You’re supposed to be empathetic!” She looks ready to lunge and attack me. I didn’t even do anything.

“And aren’t you a villain!?Maybe you tripped on a rock whose family you killed. And that rock was out for revenge!”

“You- “

“What is going on here?!” Grandfather says. We must’ve been causing a scene. He usually doesn’t bother if we’re fighting at the palace.

“Grandfather! Rissa tripped me and keeps on lying and she won’t even apologize!”

He nods at her to continue.

“I was walking over with my friends to my sister to say hi and then she pushed me. She didn’t even budge an inch when I fell and continued eating her stupid fruit stick!”

“It’s not a fruit stick. It’s tanghulu. And I wasn’t even near you.” I whispered to myself.

“And you, child?” He asks me.

“Respectfully, Grandfather. I did not trip her. She fell on her own. On a rock!” I lied.

“There’s not even a rock there!”

“It was an invisible rock! Ever thought of that!? It was an invisible hero rock and it was out here on its own for revenge and justice cause you must’ve killed its poor family! It’s even worse that it didn’t get its proper revenge seeing as to how you are fine walking and standing right now. Even accusing me of such lies.”

“Oh my gosh. Stop lying! There’s no rock and you pushed me!” She yells back.

“Was killing its family not enough for you?! You’re even denying its existence! How vile can you be! Justice for the poor invisible hero rock.”

“Oh fuck you!”

Ha

Distant villains just watching on.

‘Wtf.’

[supersabbatical2024]

As my ex-boyfriend Pitbull* says, “In order to understand the future, you’ve got to go Back. In. Time. 🎶🎶🎶 🎶🎶 🎶🎶 🎶🎶🎶 🎶🎶 🎶🎶 🎶🎶🎶 🎶🎶 🎶🎶 🎶🎶🎶 🎶🎶 🎶🎶 It’s the day after my birthday, Claude is — that’s RIGHT — Sleeping. We will give him one more day to laze around and get over this Crud. And then it may be my turn… 😬🤞😳 ⛔️. I do feel sorry for him, but it is kind of a nice travel thing to just relax and hang around for a day, and not always be running to see all the cathedrals…there are a LOT. Castles cathedrals gardens cobblestones tiles / ajuelos and pastela de nata — that is the essence of my Portugal. We did drive through an area that had an old synagogue and I got some history lessons about the Jewish community in Tomar, Portugal. Yes, there were Jews in Portugal for many many years, until of course in 1496 when they got the “Convert to Christianity or GET OUT” ultimatum. Why throughout history did it always go that way? #MyWayOrTheHighway. It’s always a similar story. People living together for millenia, and then the conquerors come along and fuck it up. I know I’m oversimplifying, but come on, if the women were in charge, how would that have changed history?!? Whatever, I’m on vacation, my brain goes places…I can ponder whatever I want.

In any event, like Pitbull says, I do have to go back in time and catch up on my travel blog. #TravelThing #LazyTravelersRule #ConìmbragaHoteldoPaço

* Pitbull is someone I used to just love for his talent, HA HA, no, for his adorable stocky baldy looks and great voice and raps and dancing. So much so that I made my friend Melanie come see him in concert in NYC where he sang NOT AT ALL, just wiggled and rapped, but his friend Enrique Inglesas did, and he’s a fine singer, but the two of them rather embarrased and disgusted us with their basically naked dancing bikini ladies and general porn production that made us feel a little icky…especially sitting next to the grandmas who no doubt assumed Enrique would sing like his daddy sang…AND SO I don’t love Pitbull anymore. But I do still love the look… 👀

RIGHT. SO:

5/20/24: EWR - LIS on UA 64 departs 8:40PM (B787-10) arrive LIS 8:20AM - Uber to BessaHotel Liberdade, Avendia da Liberdade 29, Santo Antonio, Lisbon, 1250-139, +351-21-321-0510

[denny1416]

Persona x che ha deciso di cancellare i social, non ha una tv in casa e nemmeno linea internet be like: comunque ti consiglio un film, non so se lo conosci: C'è ancora domani, il nuovo di Paola Cortellesi. L'ho visto grazie a delle mie colleghe, non ne sapevo niente ma mi ha colpito molto. Parla della situazione delle donne italiane nel post guerra.

A me. Cioè tu che vieni a sapere le notizie del mondo dal passaparola consigli A ME il film più visto in Italia al momento? Il film che TUTTI i miei seguiti hanno postato su ig. Insomma un po' come se qualcuno mi venisse a dire: "Oh, ho scoperto una band fighissima... I Queen, li conosci?"

A me ste cose fanno un po' incazzare, perché palesemente sta persona voleva fare un po' come quelli che senza sapere niente di meccanica ti spiegano (a te meccanico) come sostituire la cinghia.

Insomma so stata comunque paziente e ho detto "sì beh è su tutti i social, tutti quelli che conosco lo stanno vedendo. Io non l'ho visto ma not my cup of tea. Cioè brava lei che ha fatto sto film che è top agli incassi, ma non mi convince."

Vabè oltre questo ho spiegato perché non mi convince e da lì è nata una conversazione sul fatto che la Cortellesi comunque si è ispirata al Neorealismo, ecc.

Al che questa persona mi fa "Sì, infatti ho trovato risonanza con Una giornata particolare, il film con Sofia Loren"

E io qua ho preferito non dire altro.

[kneedeepincynade]

Hello everyone,it's me sov your dear translator. I would like to clarify a little misunderstanding on my part. Our dear writer is not in China,he was just referring to the time a certain document was published. Also,today's post is in first person as it was written by our writer. This Pov is not mine, but one of our writers,of course.

Also, we wish a happy ferragosto or whatever version of it is observed by our followers

Un felice ferragosto a tutti!

The post is machine translated

Translation is at the bottom

The collective is on telegram

😘 月亮代表我的心 | LA LUNA RAPPRESENTA IL MIO CUORE 🌙

🇨🇳 Ieri stavo parlando con una gentile signora nata a Guilin, in cui si trova un pezzo del mio cuore, e che ora abita a Shenzhen ⭐️

🎶 Parlando di Musica Cinese, ha citato 月亮代表我的心, che in lingua Italiana è traducibile con «La Luna rappresenta il mio Cuore», dato che:

📖 月亮 significa "Luna", 代表 significa "rappresenta", 我 è "io" e 的 funge da particella che trasforma "io" in "mio", quindi 我的 è "mio", e - infine - 心 è "Cuore" 😍

💬 Ancor prima, stavamo parlando della tradizione Confuciana del pettine, un pegno d'amore tra uomo e donna in Cina, in quanto - nell'antichità - regalare un pettine aveva un significato molto profondo: invecchiare insieme ❤️❤️

😘 C'è anche il detto 执子之手，与子偕老 - prendersi per mano, e invecchiare insieme, che esprime un grande impegno lungo un'intera vita 😍

❤️ Prima del Matrimonio, la zia della sposa pettina con delicatezza i capelli della sposa, come scritto in questo meraviglioso articolo di RCI 📝

🇨🇳 Per i Cinesi, i capelli sono sia una metafora della vita che dell'amore. Ad esempio, il Poema 交丝结龙凤，镂彩结云霞，一寸同心缕，百年长命花 - "Seta intersecante per legare Drago e Fenice, colore scolpito per legare le nuvole, fili concentrici di un pollice, cent'anno di fiori di lunga vita" mostra come uomini e donne, in età da Matrimonio, vengano chiamati "jiefa", ossia in età da fasciarsi i capelli 🥰

🥰 La notte di Nozze, marito e moglie - seduti sul letto, si tagliano entrambi un ciuffo di capelli, e li incrociano tra di loro, come segno di eterno amore 👩‍❤️‍👨❤️👩‍❤️‍👨

🇨🇳 A Guilin, c'è una tradizione caratteristica legata ad 绣球, l'Ortensia, e il lancio di una palla ricamata 🧶

😘 Il lancio di una palla ricamata simboleggia l'Amore Puro. Nell'antichità, a Guilin, quando una ragazza raggiungeva l'età da Matrimonio, sceglieva un giorno propizio per far sì che i suoi pretendenti si riunissero, per poi lanciare una graziosa palla ricamata verso colui che sarebbe diventato suo marito. Questa tradizione è poi diventata un pegno d'amore 🥰

🔍 Approfondimento: 广西壮族的定情信物-绣球 🥰

🥰 Oggi, il lancio della palla ricamata è diffuso in molte zone del Guangxi, e l'arte del ricamo è molto importante:

一 Tutto in Seta 🥰

二 Dodici petali, collegati tra loro, per formare una sfera. Ogni petalo rappresenta un certo mese dell'anno, con i fiori che crescono in quel mese ricamati sul petalo 🌺

三 Alla sfera si attaccano nastri di pura seta, con decorazioni perlate, per simboleggiare l'Amore puro 😘

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😘 月亮代表我的心 | THE MOON REPRESENTS MY HEART 🌙

🇨🇳 Yesterday I was talking to a kind lady who was born in Guilin, who has a piece of my heart, and who now lives in Shenzhen ⭐️

🎶 Speaking of Chinese music, she mentioned 月亮 代表 我 的 心, which in English can be translated with «The Moon represents my Heart», given that:

📖 月亮 means "Moon", 代表 means "represents", 我 is "I" and 的 acts as a particle that transforms "I" into "mine", then 我的 is "mine", and - finally - 心 is "Heart" 😍

💬 Even earlier, we were talking about the Confucian tradition of the comb, a token of love between a man and a woman in China, as - in ancient times - giving a comb as a gift had a very profound meaning: growing old together ❤️❤️

😘 There is also the saying 执子之手，与子偕老 - holding hands, and growing old together, which expresses a great commitment throughout a lifetime 😍

❤️ Before the wedding, the bride's aunt gently combs the bride's hair, as written in this wonderful RCI article 📝

🇨🇳 For the Chinese, hair is both a metaphor for life and love. For example, the Poem 交丝结龙凤，镂彩结云霞，一寸同心缕，百年长命花 - "Intersecting silk to bind Dragon and Phoenix, carved color to bind clouds, one inch concentric threads, one hundred years of flowers of long life" shows how men and women, of marriageable age, are called "jiefa", i.e. of age to wrap their hair 🥰

🥰 Wedding night, husband and wife - sitting on the bed, they both cut a tuft of hair, and cross it between them, as a sign of eternal love 👩‍❤️‍👨❤️👩‍❤️‍👨

🇨🇳 In Guilin, there is a characteristic tradition related to 绣球, the hydrangea, and throwing an embroidered ball 🧶

😘 Throwing an embroidered ball symbolizes Pure Love. In ancient times in Guilin, when a girl reached marriageable age, she would choose an auspicious day for her suitors to gather, and then throw a pretty embroidered ball at her future husband. This tradition then became a token of love 🥰

🔍 Insight: 广西壮族的定情信物-绣球 🥰

🥰 Today, embroidered ball throwing is widespread in many areas of Guangxi, and the art of embroidery is very important:

一 All in Silk 🥰

二 Twelve petals, connected to each other, to form a sphere. Each petal represents a certain month of the year, with the flowers growing in that month embroidered on the petal 🌺

三 Pure silk ribbons are attached to the sphere, with pearl decorations, to symbolize pure love 😘

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[0nl0n]

Remember the scenario I told you??

When the possessed team was surrounded. Who saved them? It was Alexandre(Piper)

The survivor team finally realized that they were betrayed by Alexandre(Piper) and that he was the possessed team spy.

Piper used his feathers to trap them all.

"Hinata.. why did you save us?" Aurtist gasps

"You are supposed to be with them, 'nata.." "You are supposed to be with them!!' She hisses out.

"Why!? Why did you come back here!?"

"Because I can't break Master's will." Piper sighs, he walk closer to Aurtist.

"Stay back!!" She growls.

Instead of hurting her, he plant his hand on her shoulder instead. Aurtist quickly notice his expression isn't soft anymore, but it's more than a stern face.

"And that.. I love you." Aurtist's eyes immediately wide up.

"WHAT!?" "EH!?" "WTH IS THIS!?" The team gasps.

"Wtf is this some kind of a play.." Onion (Demi) was too stunned to speak.

"You've got to be kidding me, 'nata."

"No, I'm serious, Aurtist, I'm serious." Piper keep on his sterny face.

Aurtist blinks in shock.

"Do you remember the day you saved me? I was too overshadowed to even think about my future that time. But.. you are the light that shone my future."

"And my future is with you.. with them."

"You are the first one that asked me for my name and my first only friend.."

---- dramatic flashback effect ----

"Piper." Aurtist starts.

"?"

"I don't know if you remember this but.. what's your real name?"

"My real name? O-Oh.." Piper look down.

"It's OK if you're not comfortable sharing it, but I think calling people by their own names are more trusting." Aurtist giggles, causing Piper's face to go red.

"N-No.." "My real name is Hinata."

"Hinata? That sounds cool! I will call you 'nata from now on!"

--------

"Yes, I remember.." Aurtist replies. "But I didn't know it would turn out like this.."

Aurtist push his hand off her shoulder.

"I haven't decide it yet, 'nata." She look down at her photo of Derick. "At lest not yet.."

"It's OK, I will wait for you." He smiles.

"Is this some kind of a show?" Onion (Demi) starts, startling both Aurtist and Piper.

"M-Master! I'm sorry for my shameful behaviors earlier." Piper quickly drop down on his knees.

"Oh come on, Demi! It's just getting more fun! If this was a Romantic show, I would watch it a load of times!" Pirate says as he munch on his popcorn. (Pirate the popcorn lover)

"Silent, Pirate– if you keep on talking like this, I will poke your eye out." Onion (Demi) glares.

"My bad." Pirate hums.

"I don't know the relationship between you two but if I see you two do this in front of me again, don't expect me to not punish you both."

".. Yes Master.."

"..." Aurtist clenches on the photo of Derick.

(Piper lied about his name to the Survivors. They thought his name was 'Alexandre'.)

(Set sail the Hinaurt ship)

THIS IS SO CUTE OMG 😭

Aurtist X Hinata 💞💞

Demi is annoyed by the love shi—

Meanwhile onion inside even tho locked by chains and somewhat brainwashed is like

"Awwww they should kizz <33"

"Shut up idiot >:("

"Says the person who has a furry as a boyfriend"

I HONESTLY WANT MORE OF THIS SHIP—

[coconutbara]

Portuguese Pastry

Portugal does not have the recognition it deserves. It is one of the oldest countries, one with the greatest history, with centuries of culture and customs yet it is not that well known. So today I’ll try to change that because eating portuguese pastry is literally eating heaven.

Here’s the TOP 20 MOST DELICIOUS/FAMOUS PORTUGUESE PASTRY

Pastel de Nata

Pastel de Tentúgal

Queijadas de Sintra

Tortas de Azeitão

Brisa do Lis

Bola de Berlim

Toucinho do céu

Clarinhas de Esposende

Pastel de Feijão

Ovos moles de Aveiro

Pão de Ló

Fidalgo

Bolo de mel da Madeira

Filhoses de forno da Terceira

Pampilhos

Jesuítas

Tarte de amêndoa

Travesseiro de Sintra

Queijadas da Graciosa

Cornucópia

(Pictures and recipes will be on my profile)

Really hope y’all try this and enjoy it!

[roomchailimited]

Lisbon’s Light: Exploring Portugal’s Sun-Kissed Capital

Lisbon, the capital of Portugal, is a city bathed in light—both from its year-round sunny weather and the warm glow of its vibrant culture. From its cobbled streets and historic tramways to the striking blend of Moorish architecture and pastel-colored buildings, Lisbon is a city that entices travelers with its timeless charm and easy-going atmosphere. As I arrived, I was instantly captivated by the city’s relaxed energy and its seamless fusion of old and new.

Morning: Exploring Alfama and São Jorge Castle

My day began in Alfama, Lisbon’s oldest district, where the maze of narrow streets felt like a step back in time. The scent of grilled sardines wafted through the air as I wandered past traditional Fado houses and small cafés. Alfama’s charm lies in its authenticity—this is where locals still gather to chat on doorsteps and laundry hangs from balconies, creating a sense of community amidst the historic surroundings.

A short climb led me to São Jorge Castle, perched high above the city. The castle offers panoramic views over Lisbon and the shimmering Tagus River. As I walked along the ancient ramparts, it was easy to imagine the city’s long and storied past unfolding below. From Roman times to the Moors and the Portuguese monarchy, this castle has witnessed it all. The view alone made the climb worth every step.

Midday: Tram 28 and Bairro Alto

Next, I hopped on Tram 28, the iconic yellow tram that weaves through Lisbon’s historic neighborhoods. Riding this tram felt like a quintessential Lisbon experience as it rattled and clattered along steep hills, offering glimpses of the city’s beautiful architecture along the way. The tram journey took me through the heart of Bairro Alto, a lively district known for its vibrant street art, trendy shops, and energetic nightlife.

While in Bairro Alto, I stopped for lunch at a traditional Portuguese restaurant to savor the city’s famous dish, bacalhau à brás—a delicious mix of salt cod, onions, and crispy potatoes. Paired with a glass of local wine, it was the perfect way to recharge for the rest of the day.

Afternoon: Discovering Belém’s History and Sweet Treats

After lunch, I made my way to Belém, a district that celebrates Portugal’s maritime history. My first stop was the Belém Tower, a UNESCO World Heritage Site that once guarded the entrance to Lisbon’s harbor. This fortress, standing proudly on the banks of the Tagus, is a symbol of the Age of Discovery when Portuguese explorers set sail to map new territories.

Nearby, I visited the Jerónimos Monastery, another stunning example of Portugal’s rich architectural heritage. The intricately carved stonework and peaceful cloisters provided a serene contrast to the bustling streets of the city. After absorbing the history, it was time for a treat—no visit to Belém is complete without tasting the famous pastéis de nata, Portugal’s beloved custard tarts. The original recipe, crafted in Belém, lived up to its reputation, with a crispy, flaky crust and creamy filling that melted in my mouth.

Evening: Sunset at the Tagus River and Bairro Alto’s Nightlife

As the day wound down, I made my way back to the banks of the Tagus River to watch the sunset. The fading light turned the water into a golden mirror, and the 25 de Abril Bridge, often compared to San Francisco’s Golden Gate, cast a striking silhouette against the colorful sky.

With the night setting in, I returned to Bairro Alto to experience its famed nightlife. As the streets came alive with music and laughter, I joined the locals in one of the neighborhood’s many Fado houses, where the soulful and melancholic music echoed through the night. Fado, a traditional Portuguese music genre, captures the essence of Lisbon’s heart and soul, and it was the perfect ending to my day.

Conclusion: Lisbon’s Unforgettable Light with Roomchai Limited

My journey through Lisbon was an unforgettable experience, made even more seamless thanks to Roomchai Limited. Their attention to detail and personalized travel services ensured that I had ample time to explore Lisbon’s highlights while uncovering some of the city’s hidden gems. From arranging the perfect guided tour of Alfama to recommending the best spots to enjoy Lisbon’s food and culture, Roomchai Limited provided an exceptional experience.

While other travel agencies like Obokash and ShareTrip also offer packages to Lisbon, Roomchai stood out with its customized itineraries and insider knowledge. Their expertise in curating a well-rounded trip allowed me to dive deep into Lisbon’s light-filled culture without any hassle. For anyone planning a trip to this sun-kissed capital, Roomchai Limited offers the perfect balance of guidance and flexibility, ensuring a journey that’s as bright and memorable as Lisbon itself.

[scooby-doo-exploration]

FROM :  my-nata-li

[buggysmalls69]

Anyone else have any weird sidequest in their life?

I'm currently on a quest to try Every Ice Cream Flavour Ever. Obviously this is 100% impossible but my general rule is I never order the same flavours at the same place more than once, I always try seasonal and limited flavours, and I usually get more than one flavour so I can try lots at once and find cool pairings

If anyone would be interested in updates about this quest, I might update this post in the future uwu

My most recent special flavours have been:

REAL strawberry ice cream 5/5 (holy shit it was so insanely good. Paired with a milk chocolate ice cream that was also sensational, and paired it just tasted like eating chocolate dipped strawberries.)

Lemon cheesecake 4/5 (yummy, very cheesy. Would've preferred more lemon in there, and maybe some cookie or biscuit for the base as a mix in? But as just a nice subtle flavour it hits pretty good)

Pastel de Nata 3/5 (egg custard tart for English speakers. Pretty yummy. Only got one bite because they got my flavours wrong and I asked for the right ones and they STILL got it wrong)

Nutella 5/5 (literally just frozen Nutella. Like, it was so insanely creamy. Daz who hates ice cream said he'd genuinely buy it)

Passion fruit 1/5 (lies. It wasn't ice-cream. Don't give me sorbet when I order ice cream or I will throw down. Also wasn't a flavour I wanted, from the same order as pastel de nata)

Vanilla with chocolate, biscuit and fudge 3/5 (really yummy but I got it with some other pretty wild flavours and it ended up just being too much flavours)

Dark chocolate and peanut 5/5 (oh my god. It was bitter, it was salty, it was almost savoury. It was absolutely insane. There were just whole peanuts in there. Like a dark chocolate Reese's cup in ice cream form)

Salted caramel tart 2/5 (why do people always ruin salted caramel by making it too sweet. Prior to them changing the flavours, this place had my absolute favourite salted caramel ice cream. Literally like, salt first caramel second. But now it's just way too sweet and the "tart" pieces are just kinda weird and mushy?)

[tupletwain]

@my-nata-li @dmikheeeva @kirstinmckee

Surprise does spark happiness and immense joy, but just a surprise should be a surprise and not a shock, that's all… So I say “Surprise sparks joy”. Mood board for Surprise.

[olokosomolo]

Quote by Olo

• If your friend talks bad about the girl you met last night, he really, really likes her

• What costs more, a gram of gold, or a gram of oxycodone pill?

Gold 1g= $65

💊 30mg =$50×33.3=$1665

• Remember always to write the word belive as I wrote it, coz right in the heart of be-lie-ve there a lie in disguise

• Not all who know you will attack you, but whomever attacked you knows you

• No one wants to die, but no one wants to be in hell. Unfortunately we are all inHell-ing hell until our last breath

• Did you know, in order to travel in the universe a shortcut is essential.

Wormholes

• I was looking for ice to break between us. Fortunately you are so hot, the ice is gone, melted.

• If Satan←Natas = נטש = abandon left leave and much more

Then Devael←Leaved

• only God can place our happiness between our legs

Happeniss

• Someone is staring at you? Don't worry he's just busy watching his own thoughts.

• Diamond. A flawless jemstone with grace.

Diamond without its grace is only a stone.

💎

• If Satan represents our cap-fear, then the best is to face our fear.

Disappear.

• Many of my friends will not get along with each other, so each friend is meant for a certain purpose.

• Friends are not forgood (time)

Good friends will appear in times of crisis

• It's better to leave the love of your life then live the life that you hate.

• If the hunger for sex was the hunger for food, I doubt if we would ever feel hungry.

Want Does the butterfly feel better or bitter when he sees a fly without the butter?

• it's better to hear the bitter truth over the sweet lie

•Lie away said: That's my truth. But lies immediately collapsed when the Fuckt* comes around.

[aurelia4you]

A caccia di farfalle...

Una notte di settembre, mentre rientravo a casa dopo un lungo viaggio in Africa, apro la porta e trovo il mio appartamento sottosopra, nessuno in casa,mi avvicino al tavolo e trovo un biglietto indirizzato proprio a me,il mio nome a lettere cubitali:Aurelia, my love, dalla scrittura sono riuscita a capire chi era,uno dei miei tanti incontri occasionali,il suo nome è Carlos,le gambe cominciano a tremare,dopo un anno di assenza, che non ci siamo visti, il mio appartamento disintegrato,una furia omicida, sulle pareti non è rimasto niente.Apro automaticamente il biglietto e ci trovo scritto sempre a lettere cubitali, Puttana, certo le parole non mi sono piaciute per niente,è stata una di quelle scoppate occasionali,il motivo per il quale per il quale glielo data è perché tra me e lui c'è una conoscenza in comune,un amica di vecchia data,conosciuta ai tempi dell'università, Anna, mi sono fidata e glielo data.E' stato un anno interessante, un estate di fuoco ,praticamente addosso aveva gli straccetti, sono io il genio in tutti i sensi,lavoro più di un negro e sono in grado di amare senza chiederti niente in cambio,ma Carlos è l'eccezione a tutte le regole,mi sono sempre detta qui c'è qualcosa che non va, per me è stata una grande scoppiata,mi sono divertita e ancora adesso ho dei bellissimi ricordi,i miei ex vivono costantemente nel mio pensiero e nel momento del bisogno non manchiamo mai,anche dopo vent'anni,di norma sono sempre io ad avere bisogno di aiuto. Uno sfogo di parole,tanta rabbia che non si capisce il perché, sono semplicemente andata via senza dire niente,mi sembrava tutto normale, ma così pare che non sia.Rimproveri del genere,quale sarà il prossimo che ti farai, parole di cattivo gusto,io vivo la mia vita come meglio credo,tra me e lui ci sono dieci anni di differenza, ci sono altri ragazzi,altri amori,altri pensieri,la lingua per me è il castellano, la fedeltà assoluta, oltre ogni limite,sappiamo soffrire senza pietà, l'eterna speranza della libertà, e così ogni giorno della nostra vita,prendo in mano il biglietto e lo strappo. Mentre la mia memoria ritrova il suo giusto ordine sono seduta al tavolo di casa mia e comincio a prepararmi per un nuovo viaggio,faccio la ricercatrice da oltre dieci anni,l'argomento è un sacerdote guerriero della civiltà precolombiana,la sua scomparsa o meglio la sua morte,di lui sono rimasti soltanto gli abiti,e qualche gingillo qua e là,nella stanza al momento del suo ritrovo nonc'era niente era come se si fosse polverizzato, a distanza di così tanto tempo anche le anime scompaiono, la problematica si pone dal momento che essendo stato un sacerdote di norma vengono mumificati,invece lui no,infatti gli altri sacerdoti sono stati ritrovati,di lui non è rimasta traccia. In totale erano trenta sacerdoti,per la precisione trentaquattro, all'interno del monastero li hanno catalogati tutti quanti,la mia ricerca oramai va avanti da diversi anni,il guerriero era semplicemente uno scribacchino,riportava tutto quanto per iscritto giorno per giorno, è incredibile tutte le informazioni che siamo riusciti a recuperare, dalle azioni quotidiane di tutti i sacerdoti, alla consumazione dei cibi,il lavaggio delle tuniche c'era un procedimento ben preciso per non consumare la stoffa e lo stesso l'asciugamano,il taglio dei capelli avveniva ogni tre mesi esatti,i capelli venivano poi conservati all'interno di un baule,dedicati alle bambine bianche,è una leggenda che narra la storia di una bimba nata senza capelli per la volontà di Dio,i sacerdoti in dono gli hanno sempre dato i propri capelli,si narra quindi che ogni tre mesi i sacerdoti donavano i propri capelli alla bimba e ognuno di loro la pettinava e intrecciava delle splendide trecce,così per l'eternità. La morte dei sacerdoti è avvenuta casualmente, qualcuno di loro a causa di un incidente, altri per malattie rare,oppure degli omicidi, e il mio scribacchino scomparso nel nulla,la cosa strana è che nella sua stanza è stato ritrovato un pettine meraviglioso,in oro puro,delle pietre preziose incastonate nel manico..