#sides and foreign languages

[kugisakiss]

I watched M27!! it was fun so here's some thoughts

[wodimewoahtime]

wait why does it say that im the only person on tumblr whos ever tagged a post as tilluka or even ivantilluka am i actually in a deeper rarepair trench than i initially thought

[jesncin]

How do you pronounce Constantine?

Constan-tine (like wine)

Or constan-teen

Constan teenager, the second one! (As I heard in the movies)

If I were to pronounce Constantine's name with the power of my inner Javanese accent, it would be:

CHON-STAHN-TEE-NEH

pak chonstanteeneh sihir bule itu loh yg mabuk terus

[naminethewriter]

Foreign Help

Hello! I'm a barista at the Sleepy Bean Fanfic Café run over at @tsspromptmonth and this is an order for @kieraelieson! It involves Janus centric angst, a happy ending, only one bed and a language barrier. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Janus came along to his future stepfathers' cousin's wedding in hopes of getting to visit Germany and see some interesting things and not to have to share a bed with another cousin's son. Especially since they don't speak the same language. Literally.

Content Warnings: Human!AU, Angst, Happy Ending, Flashbacks, Nightmares, Language Barrier, German

Read here one Ao3!

German translations at the end.

~~*~~

“I didn’t agree to this!” Janus growls into his phone. His future stepfather sighs on the other end of the line.

“I know, Jay. But there’s nothing I can do about it! The hotel’s booked out, there are no other rooms. It’s just one night,” Remus tries to reason. Janus can hear the dull sound of more voices in the background.

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem for you to switch with me. I can sleep with my dad, and you can sleep with him!”

“Look, I know you’re frustrated, but you can’t actually believe that it’s appropriate for me to sleep in the same bed as my 15-year-old nephew who I hardly know. Especially since we’re out at a bachelor party right now and will be back late and intoxicated. Neither you nor Patton want to sleep next to us afterwards, I promise you.”

“Who thought it was a good idea to have the bachelor party the day before the wedding anyway? Aren’t you all just going to be hung over tomorrow?”

“Never mind that, we’ll deal. Now, you said you’d be okay earlier, what changed? I may not know Patton super well but he’s a good kid. I can’t imagine him doing anything that would upset you this much?”

“It’s the fact that the dude doesn’t seem to speak a lick of English! How am I supposed to tell him what not to do if he doesn’t understand me?!” Janus glances inside through the glass door that leads from the balcony back into the room. Patton is sitting on the bed with a DS in hand, concentrating on whatever game he’s playing.

“He can speak a bit of English, and I taught you a bit of German, you can figure out the rest. Plus, you both have phones, use google translate if you must. Patton knows how to politely share a room, it’ll be fine.”

“Siblings sharing rooms isn’t the same, Remus.”

“He’s an only child. He’s—” Remus breaks off and for a moment Janus thinks the line died. “Look, I don’t want to go into detail, but Pat’s been through a lot. He’s been sick since he was young and spent a lot of time in the hospital. That’s also why he doesn’t speak English all that well, he’s been homeschooled and his parents reasonably decided to focus on other subjects. He’ll be cordial, you can do the same, I’m sure.”

Janus doesn’t say anything but groans maybe a bit dramatically.

“I promise you, Jay, I talked with my cousin, and she made sure that at the wedding venue tomorrow you’ll have two beds. One night. That’s all I’m asking of you. Go to bed early and it’ll be even less of a problem.”

“Urgh, fine! But you owe me.”

“Sure thing, champ. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Janus hangs up, though not before he hears Remus chuckling on the other end. The guy is so lucky that his dad’s infatuated with him or Janus would hit him in the morning. He lets out another sigh before returning back inside.

Patton looks up from his game at the sound of the door sliding open.

“Okay?” he asks, his head tilted to the side.

“Yeah. Has to be apparently.” He mumbles the last part under his breath and ignores the confused look on Patton’s face. Instead, he tries to recall what little German phrases Remus had taught him before they came here.

“Dein,” he says, motioning towards the side of the bed Patton is sitting on. “Mein.” This time he points at the unoccupied side. “Kein fassen.”

Patton blinks at him before repeating the gestures.

“Me. You. No touch?”

Janus nods.

“No touching my stuff.”

“Natürlich. Would never.”

“Good.” With that, Janus decides to ignore his reluctantly accepted companion and gathers his stuff to go take a shower. Thankfully, the bathroom door locks.

~~*~~

He smells the fire first. Then he feels the heat.

Oh no.

His eyes snap open.

The smoke is surrounding him from all sides.

Not again.

He can’t do it again.

Wasn’t once enough?

What kind of sick joke is this?

He tries to call for help but the air, thick with ash, chokes him before he can muster up a single sound.

Where even is he?

He hears wood groaning and splintering. Something crashes to the ground.

“Janus? Janus!”

A voice he doesn’t recognize rings through the dark. It’s calling his name, but the pronunciation is off.

“Janus! Wach auf! Komm schon, wach auf! Du musst atmen!“

He doesn’t understand. What kind of a language is that?

He has no time to dwell on it as something next to him falls. He flinches away but that only leads him closer to the heat. He turns around and is face to face with the flames.

“No. No. Please. I can’t,” he whimpers, unable still to raise his voice. His knees give away under him and he falls to the ground.

The air is thick down here as well and he starts coughing.

Is he going to die this time?

“Janus? Tut mir leid, aber Remus hat gesagt das würde helfen…“

What is the voice saying? He doesn’t—

Suddenly there’s something cold on his hand and Janus gasps.

His eyes fly open, and he sits up as if stung.

“Oh, Gott sei dank.”

Janus is still trying to get his breathing under control as his eyes find Patton sitting next to him, a water bottle in his hand. A drop of water is running down its side.

Ah, so that was the cold thing.

“What—” He gasps for more breath. “What happened?”

“Oh, uhm… Moment, please.”

Janus watches as Patton sets the water bottle aside on his nightstand and grabbing his phone instead. He types on it for a moment.

“You niktmare?” he asks, holding out his phone for Janus to see. It takes him a moment to get his eyes to focus on the screen, his breathing finally calming down. Patton has pulled up google translate, one side reading Albtraum and the other nightmare.

Oh yeah.

That would explain things.

His scars itch at the memory but he pushes the sensation away.

Patton is still looking at him, concerned.

“Yes,” he nods. “Nightmare.”

“Guessed. Called Remus. Coming here. With Logan.”

Janus sinks back down onto the bed with a sigh. So, his dad and soon-to-be stepfather were on their way back to check on him. He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s glad. He likes to pretend that he’s 16 and totally independent but staying in a foreign country with a guy he doesn’t know seems to have stressed him more than he thought if it brought back the worst memories of his life.

“Danke,” he says and Patton smiles.

“Kein Problem. Ich hoffe es geht dir bald besser.“

Janus can only guess what that means but he doesn’t press.

It’ll be okay.

A tap on his shoulder makes him flinch and he looks to Patton who’s holding the water bottle again.

“Drink?” he asks.

Janus wonders for a moment where the bottle had even come from but then he remembered the mini fridge. They’d have to pay extra for using it, but… He could really use a cold drink right now.

He nods and Patton brightens, eagerly unscrewing the lid.

Janus watches him and thinks that maybe the next few days aren’t going to be that bad.

~~*~~

Natürlich - Of course

Janus! Wach auf! Komm schon, wach auf! Du musst atmen! - Janus! Wake up! Come on, wake up! You need to breathe!

Janus? Tut mir leid, aber Remus hat gesagt das würde helfen… - Janus? I'm sorry, but Remus said this would help...

Oh, Gott sei dank. - Oh, thank God.

Danke - Thanks

Kein Problem. Ich hoffe es geht dir bald besser. - No problem. I hope you feel better soon.

[ranticore]

may i ask what your academic background is? did you or do you study biology/anthropology/related subjects? i'm really curious as to how you got to such a degree of specificity in the anatomy and culture side of your world-building!! it's really inspiring!

marine & freshwater ecology with also some years in veterinary (though i never worked in the field beyond mandatory internships, knew it wasn't for me). always loved anatomy & physiology, when i was in my veterinary course i did an elective on human anatomy for radiography and it was sooo cool. i mostly work with invertebrates now :)

as for anthropology?? i know jack shit really aside from what i've picked up through osmosis over the years and a single semester of elective forensic anthropology & primatology, which nearly exclusively focused on arranging skeletons into anatomical order in a lab and learning about human evolution before Homo sapiens. culture i just have fun with, it's the thing that has the most potential to build a fascinating setting imo, moreso than very complex or unique alien body plans or knowing what exact gases comprise an atmosphere (obligatory ymmv statement)

i've used Siren as a sort of testbed for any random idea for a culture i've ever had and thrown them all in together because it's a whole planet, so it has the diversity of a whole planet. It's why I prefer to group people based on where they're from rather than what body plan they have. The rest follows; say I have fifty different pelagic villages across the whole world, that means fifty different cultures with their own specific beliefs, building styles, communication styles, attitudes towards relationships, etc, and yes fifty different languages, but all of these are informed by the specific pressures of living underwater. a phocid from a spiral pelagic village might think the cultural practices of a phocid from an eastern pelagic village are alien and strange (and in fact they do; some of the eastern villages have active monarchies which would be all but inconceivable to anyone from the west in this time period), but a spiral phocid and a spiral shortwing would have a lot in common.

[ilovecoffeeandchemistry]

why does talking to my grandma feel like inhaling some kind of poisonous gas that makes you suffer so much that death would be a kinder fate

[rox-of-iu]

@ the people saying kind words and offering me english alternatives for the czech in my last post

first of all, I know you mean well and I love you to bits and I'm giving you a little kissy, ok? But... guys I do know English phrases... hahhah

Listen,,,, I am chronically online and I do actually have a certificate from C2 exams that is just 5 points shy of being 100%. I Know it absolutely doesn't look that way but that's just because I'm the laziest guy around and I don't feel like fixing it after myself when I have the excuse of being a foreigner- sahdjsd

so when i use czech words it is not out of the necessity of not knowing any substitutes but just me goofing around and going haha funny word go brr

[hebrewbyinbal]

I hope to see you in my free guide, upcoming course, on my YouTube channel, and here - learning together as a community!

[peregrine-rnendicant]

ough ive started getting used to the sound of my voice on recordings bc ive been doing video narration for my company's YT channel, except now instead of just disliking my recorded voice in general, im scrutinizing my vocal performance and how much vocal fry im using on r sounds

[italiantea]

bro acting cocky just because his buddy is a magical talking creature who is a bag instead of a magical creature inside a bag. like dude your guy probably licks people ive seen what he does

[gubbybug]

I really liked learning about the components and story behind the character 茶 . It made me very happy. But in order to learn more things like that and make me more happy, i will have to learn chinese (specifically manderin), which will make me sob i think. Thrashing through thorny brambles in order to reach one juicy berry. I dont know if i have the strength. I am a very weak willed individual.

[petnews2day]

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[ahqkas]

♯ JEALOU$Y ; theodore nott

PAIRING! theodore nott x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! an unexpected situation catches you off guard in the heart of florence and your boyfriend reveals a side of him you’ve never seen before (based off this req.!!)

WARNINGS AND TAGS! fluff, jealous + italian theo, translation of foreign language + lmk !

WORD COUNT! 1.3k

NOTES! he’s so fine when he’s jealous❕

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

THEODORE NOTT WAS FAR FROM HAVING A SHORT TEMPER (UNLIKE HIS BEST FRIEND) BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN HE WAS NECESSARILY CARELESS. Sometimes, jealousy wrapped around his heart like the snake representing his house, squeezing and picking at the muscle, giving it wounds for blood to shed from.

And every time he tried to push those feelings aside, they came back even stronger than before in a crashing wave full of raw emotion. He felt like a puppet on a string that was pulled tight by the cruel hands of jealousy. His actions were no longer his own.

The summer sun bathed the picturesque streets of Florence in a warm, golden glow, casting a honeyed hue over the ancient city. Cobblestone pathways, worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, stretched along the bustling streets. Each turn revealed a new delight: charming cafés with wrought-iron tables spilling onto the sidewalks, historic landmarks standing as silent reminders of the past, and vibrant marketplaces bursting with life and color. The air was rich with the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of aged stone and the tantalizing whiff of fresh espresso. The fragrance was an intoxicating blend, making every breath feel like a taste of paradise. The sounds of Florence added to the sensory feast: the melodic chatter of locals and tourists, the clinking of glasses and cutlery from the outdoor restaurants, and the distant strains of street musicians playing heavenly tunes on their violins and accordions.

Florence, in the embrace of summer, was absolutely beautiful. It was a place where history and romance intertwined, where every corner held a new discovery, and every moment was a celebration of the beauty of life. The city's magic lay not just in its landmarks, but in the way it made you feel — alive, enchanted, and eternally in love with the world around you.

You walked hand in hand with Theodore, your fingers intertwined in one as you explored the enchanting city. This vacation had been his idea, a chance for the two of you to escape the pressures of Hogwarts and immerse yourselves in the beauty and romance of Italy. Theo's Italian heritage made the trip even more special; he was eager to show you the places that held a special place in his heart.

As you wandered through a bustling street, you paused to admire a street artist's breathtaking paintings. The vibrant colors and detailed brushstrokes captured the scenery of Florence in ways that made the city's beauty stand out even more, and you found yourself lost in the artwork. Theo had stepped away momentarily to get you both something to eat from a nearby stand, leaving you alone but content. The hum of the city buzzed around you, voices of people blending with the occasional strum of a guitar.

While you were engrossed in the art, a group of local boys approached, their laughter and chatter filling the air. They were handsome and confident, their flirtatious smiles and easy charm unmistakable. One of them, with dark, curly hair and a mischievous grin, stepped forward, clearly intent on catching your attention. His eyes sparkled with interest as he gestured towards you.

"Sei molto bella." ("You are very beautiful.")

You blinked, a bit taken aback. Although you had picked up a few phrases during your time with Theo, your grasp of the language was far from fluent. You understood enough to know that he was complimenting you, but the exact words of meaning escaped you.

Before you could respond, another boy joined in, his tone equally playful. "Vuoi venire a fare una passeggiata con noi?" ("Do you want to go for a walk with us?")

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, both from the unexpected attention and your inability to respond. Your eyes darted around, hoping to spot your boyfriend. You were feeling increasingly uncomfortable, unsure how to extricate yourself from the situation.

Just as you were about to attempt a polite but awkward decline, you heard Theo's voice, sharp and commanding. "Ehi, lasciatela in pace!" ("Hey, leave her alone!")

The transformation in him was startling. Theo, usually so calm and composed, had a fierce intensity in his eyes. He stepped between you and the group of boys, his posture protective, his expression a stormy mix of anger and determination. The easygoing demeanor he often sported was replaced by a fierce warning.

His broad shoulders squared, blocking the boys' view of you completely, creating a barrier that was both physical and emotional. The bright warmth of the sun seemed to dim in comparison to the fire that burned in Theo's gaze. It was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him from the gentle, sweet boyfriend you knew into a guardian ready to defend the owner of his heart and soul.

The boys, who had moments ago been brimming with confidence, raised their hands in mock surrender, laughing nervously. "Calmati, amico. Non volevamo causare problemi," one of them said, trying to diffuse the situation. ("Calm down, friend. We didn't want to cause trouble.")

But Theo wasn't having any of it. Each word was a blade of a dagger, cutting through the casual flirtation of the boys, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions. "Non vedete che non è interessata? Andatevene prima che mi arrabbi davvero." ("Can't you see she's not interested? Walk away before I really get angry."). His voice was low and menacing as he continued in rapid Italian, his words too fast for you to catch but clearly effective in making the boys rethink their approach. They muttered a few apologies before scurrying away, casting wary glances over their shoulders.

Theo turned to you, his eyes softening instantly as he took in your bewildered expression. The fierce protector you had just witnessed melted away, replaced by your sweet boy you knew so well. "Are you okay?" His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a comforting touch.

You nodded, still a bit shaken. "I'm fine. They were just . . . I didn't understand what they were saying," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Theo's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "They were trying to flirt with you," he explained. "But don't worry, they're gone now."

You managed a small laugh, the tension easing out of your body. "I figured that much," you said, your voice lightening. "Thank you, Theo."

He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart were instantly calming. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he murmured, his breath brushing against your hair. "I just couldn't stand the thought of them bothering you."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. The fierce protectiveness in his gaze had melted into something softer, more tender. "You were amazing," you said honestly. "I've never seen you like that before."

Theo's smile widened, a hint of pride in his expression. "Well, I can't help it," he said, his tone teasing but sincere. "You bring out the best in me."

As you continued your walk through the beautiful streets of Florence, Theo kept you close, his arm securely around you. The incident with the local boys faded into the background, replaced by the joy of being together in such a magical place. The city's charm and Theo's unwavering affection made you feel like you were living in a dream.

Later that evening, as you sat together at a cozy café, sipping on rich Italian espresso, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Theo. His protective nature, his deep love for you, and his ability to make you feel safe and cherished were all things you treasured deeply. As the sun set over the Florence skyline, painting the sky in brilliant hues of pink and orange, you leaned into Theo, feeling utterly content.

In that moment, with the world bathed in the soft glow of twilight, you knew that no matter where you were, as long as you were with Theo, you were home.

[heirloommtomatoes]

literally so miserable 😀

[fromduck]

Pretty Girl

(Yandere Homicipher x Reader)

Summary: Unfortunately, Mr. Crawling can’t have you to himself.

(Sort of continuation of Warm Bodies)

-unedited-

-You who looks confused at the white dress presented to you.

-It’s pretty with its frills and soft material, but it alarmingly resembles a wedding dress.

-Especially when it’s in the hands of Mr. Crawling who eagerly presents it to you.

-You know the monster is convinced that you’re his lover or something.

-And you really shouldn’t be entertaining his delusions, especially when he’s making such forward advances.

-Possessively holding your hand and keeping you close when you both walk through the dark corridors (as if to keep you safe from something or someone)

-Letting him stroke your soft hair and press kisses to your hands.

-Keeping watch over you as you fall asleep for the night. Allowing him to cuddle you even though his cold body makes you shiver.

- Pulling you in a kiss that makes you dizzy and breathless. Among other things.

-And now he’s putting you in a wedding dress.

-You really should put a stop to it. A stop to his advances before it gets too far. It already has

-But.

-You look at how happy he looks.

-If you were to reject the dress, surely he’d be sad.

-Right?

-That’s what makes you accept the gift and you swear that the monster practically hums with approval.

-So here you are in an abandoned room. Alone at last with an impatient Mr. Crawling outside the door.

-Mr. Crawling wanted to get in with you to which you disagreed. Not trusting the monster to keep his hands to himself while you changed.

-You strip out of your clothes and into the not-wedding dress.

-You have to look at a cracked mirror to admire it.

-It flows down your figure gracefully, hugging you in the right places. The white color of the dress glows ethereally. Flowing around you in a mystic way.

-After days of wearing the same jeans and t-shirt, you had to say-

-You feel pretty.

-It would seem the other monster in the room agrees as well.

-“Pretty Girl” a raspy voice whispers in a foreign language.

-Your heart drops into your ass.

-Before you can cry out for Mr. Crawling, you’re promptly silenced when a cold hand clamps your mouth shut.

-Tears of fright slip down your pale face. You tremble as you’re greeted to a smiling man with horrifying pin drop eyes. You can’t see the rest of his body, only his eerie face.

-He playfully places a finger to on his lips, “shhh”

-You shut your eyes tightly as he removes his hand from your lips.

-He coos at your fear, petting your head as if you were a frightened animal.

-Without warning, he gathers you into his arms in a bridal style fashion.

-You whimper as he nudges the mirror to the side to reveal a second door.

-With the quick precision of a man who meticulously planned your abduction, he swiftly slips inside with you, placing the mirror back in front of the door.

-The secret door quietly shuts with a ‘click.’ You and the strange monster, gone in an instant.

-Leaving Mr. Crawling outside the room as he eagerly waits for you.

-Unaware that you were taken from him.

[13reasonstoeatthatcake]

Yes BUT CONSIDER: the only ppl he can understand in German are Neil and Nicky, because they actually give a shit about pronounciation. (Well, Neil is debatable because he undoubtedly speaks German like a native and as someone who's spent almost a decade learning German intensively and has lived there for the past three years, holy shit is the native accent difficult to understand when they're speaking fast. But I digress.) Aaron and Andrew, on the other hand, do not give a single shit about how they sound or if their grammar is correct, because guess what? The only ones that need to understand are them three, it's even better if ppl who actually speak German can't understand them because of their horrible accents and pieced together sentences.

So anyway Kevin starts learning grammar and gains another thing to be pedantic about that everyone ignores him for (except for Neil, sometimes, who's petty and retaliates in the tried and true method of 'are you gonna sound French, Japanese or American when you speak German, huh, Kevin? Is it hard to choose? Is that why your accent is also shit?'

there's absolutely NO doubt in my mind that kevin has duolingo downloaded on his phone because at some point he reached his limit, tired of being left out of conversations, and started learning german in secret