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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 4 months ago

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06/29/2024 - 06/30/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Guz Khan; Vico Ortiz; Rachel House; How To Fuck Off With Con O'Neill: CW; AdoptOurCrew Charity Raffle Update; Gold Derby Voting; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Big Gay Energy Podcast; Teal Oranges & Garlic Soup Week; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

== Rhys Darby ==

Quick sighting of Rhys with Kirk Thatcher and another commercial for FFXIV!

Source: kirkrthatcher's Instagram

Source: FFXIV's Instagram

== Taika Waititi ==

Quick shot of Taika and Rita with Andy Hernden!

Source: Andyhernden's Instagram

= Guz Khan =

A shot of Guz with Mark Silcox-- apparently this is a hint at Season 5 of Guz' show Man Like Mobeen!

Source: Guz Khan Official Twitter

== Vico Ortiz ==

Lots more sightings of Vico out and about!

Source: Vico Ortiz Instagram

== Rachel House ==

Yet another chat show with Rachel house!

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CW: Con O'Neill in Underwear under the cut.

== How to Fuck Off w/ Con O'Neill ==

Many of our crewmates attended the Momentus class with Con O'Neill on Saturday! When Samba did his cooking class, the video was released to youtube a week or so later so hopefully this one will be too. I did try to transcribe some of the information, if it is quoted it should be word for word minus uhms. Non quoted is paraphrased. This was 3 hours long if you did the meet and greet so I've only added what I was able to get through. If I have time I'll transcribe more.

Con showed up on camera with no pants on

Re Izzy: When David approached him, Izzy was just a thought, a husk yet to be formed

David saw Izzy as a Salieri from Amadeus, or Iago (from Othello)

Con "Agreed with David" but also "saw [Izzy] as a man desperately, painfully in love. So his passion, and his anger, and his fear and his love, all erupted in his expletives, i loved him from the off, I loved his directness, I loved his fearlessness, pain, and of course his fabulous use of profanities"

Con then taught the class how to do various types of "fucks" "shits", "twats" etc.

Some fun quotes:

"A happy shit is one with a smile"

"A sad shit is one you say with a frown"

"Everyone give me an orgasmic twat"

Some Transcribed BTS Info:

"In Season 1 I was terrified of ad-libbing, improv, which I've said many times. We had great writers and everything we needed was on the page-- Except for the day 'Daddy' came to visit."

"I have no idea where that line came from, no idea which part of my dark perverted psyche it erupted from but as soon as it was out, it was out."

"In Season 2, again, everything I needed was on the page, our writers are/were will always be spectacular, they gave Izzy such beautiful stuff, and I will be forever grateful to them, to David Jenkins, to the whole cast and crew, and to you all for your continued support."

"But towards the end of the shoot, we were filming the tavern scene with me and Erroll, aka Ricky and it was the 'belonging to something' which was so beautifully written it took my breath away."

"And we shot many many takes, and I was tired, and emotional, and I knew we had it nearly. There was something missing. There was a beat, a moment to end what was really Izzy's epitaph. And then-- our brilliant director Fernando came up to me and he whispered in my ear 'we'll do one more take, let him go' and we started the take and I could feel myself getting emotional."

"This was Izzy's big moment, it had to be right, it had to be right, and then as we reached this final line, instead of what was written, I heard Izzy say: 'and you are a rancid syphilitic cunt' and to my dying day, I will never ever understand how we got that on the telly, but we did because sometimes in life only a rancid syphillitic cunt will suffice."

== Adopt Our Crew Pride Month Charity Raffle Update ==

Well done everyone! $7041.72 was raised for 148 LGBTQ+ charities around the world! Thank you so much to @adoptourcrew for all the wonderful work they did and all our crewmates for all the donated art, writing, crafts, etc to make this happen!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Gold Derby Voting ==

Rhys, Taika, and Our Flag Means Death are up for some more nominations-- this time the Gold Derby for best Comedy Series / Comedy Actors! It does require you to sign up, but if you'd like to add to the nominations you can follow this handy guide:

Thank you to @adoptourcrew for sharing the goldderby information!

Source: AdoptOurCrew's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

More cast cards from our dear @melvisik!

Simone Grace: "Tonight's is another Emmy submission "for Outstanding Period Costumes in a Series for Impossible Birds" - @adoptourcrew"

Francesco Toby: "Credited as Jean Luc, the beret-wearing French sailor in Pete's story."

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring Pages! =

Once again our kind and wonderful friend @PatchworkPirateBear has more colouring pages for Pride month! Hosted by @adoptourcrew! Wanna following PatchworkPirateBear for more colouring pages? Visit their socials!: Instagram / Twitter / Tumblr

Source: AdoptOurCrew's Tumblr

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

There's a new episode by our lovely friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction! This time a ranking of the top 10 Rhys Darby moments by members of the Rhys Darby Faction! Visit https://linktr.ee/ofmff to pick out your favourite listening platform!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

== Big Gay Energy Pod ==

Another episode of Big Gay Energy Pod! This time covering Season 2 Episodes 5/6! Check them out on Youtube, or their https://linktr.ee/biggayenergypod!

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Source: Big Gay Energy Pod Instagram

== Teal Oranges & Garlic Soup Week ==

As you may remember, our crewmates over at @garlicsoupweek have been hosting a wonderful prompt week for our favorite Polycule! I would love to do a much bigger fan spotlight, but I was only able to get permission from some of the artists to share-- so I'll do more if I can get more permissions from folks! You can also scroll through all the awesome art/writing/edits on @garlicsoupweek!

= OhTangerine=

First up is the absolute stunning work done by @ohtangerines on Instagram and here on tumblr! The faces, and background detail is just so amazing-- please visit them on instagram or here on tumblr to check out more of their awesome work! Check them out on the various socials on their carrd! https://ohtangerines.carrd.co/

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Source: @ohtangerines's Instagram

= Sonorawent =

Next up for Teal Oranges is our dear crewmate @sonorawent! Check out their incredibly gorgeous water colour of our Jim and Oluwande! I adore the colour blending! You can follow them on Twitter / Tumblr!

Source: sonorawent's Twitter

= Blackbeardskneebrace =

Our next artist spotlight is none other than the magnificent @blackbeardskneebrace! You may recognise them from their wide variety of artwork styles (medieval, peanuts, tradition, etc) whatever style they decide to create in -- they've gifted this fandom with such beautiful work! Please visit their tumblr, or their Ko-fi, or their twitter for more brilliant work!

Source: BlackbeardsKneeBrace's Tumblr

= _SilverSheep =

Next up on our fan spotlight for the evening is @_silversheep on twitter! This adorable rendition of Cambell's Soup has such cute details hidden in the label, I'm so glad she was kind enough to allow me to share it with you! You can check them out here on their twitter, or her https://linktr.ee/asisherright !

Source: _Silversheep's Twitter

= LibroseITM =

Back again is our absolutely lovely @libroseitm! They were kind enough to let me share this steamy scene with our Polycule for @garlicsoupweek based off of Sense8! Want to check out more of their work? Visit @libroseitm on Tumblr, or Twitter for more beautiful work from LIb!

Source: LibRoseITM's Twitter

= ipomoea-batatas =

Next in our fan spotlight is the briliiant @ipomoea-batatas! I cannot tell you how much I adore the detail on their work! Look at those faces, it's like looking at our dear Archie, Jim, and Olu in person! Capturing Olu's smile and excitement is no small feat too! Wanna check out more of their awesome OFMD art? Please visit their tumblr here on tumblr!

Source: ipomoea-batatas's Tumblr

= TheseAreTheKids =

Another incredibly talented crewmate - thesearethekids on twitter put together this very sweet cross-stitch pattern for our polycule! She was kind enough to make a downloadable PDF chart and put it up on her Ko-Fi as well so you can work on it yourself. Want to follow them for more cross stitch/embroidery fun? Visit their Twitter!

Source: TheseAreTheKids Twitter

= ErosTheArtist =

Back again with more artwork from the lovely @erostheartist! This time with our Polycule in the Teal Orange outfits! I love it! Love their work? Follow them here on tumblr, or on instagram/check out their https://linktr.ee/eros_the_artist!

Source: Eros The Artist Tumblr

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! I hope you had a wonderful weekend-- and an even better pride month! There has been so much queer joy this month-- and everyone's been celebrating being themselves and celebrating all the wonderful people around them-- and I'm so very happy so many of you have gotten to experience that. If you aren't out yet, or pride isn't your thing, or maybe this month is always tough on you, that's okay too. Your safety, and comfort is more important than anything, so please don't feel bad if you aren't experiencing that joy like others are. Just know that no matter what stage of your journey you are in-- your crew loves and cares for you. I wanted to send a gentle reminder, I know that after so much excitement, sometimes our brains can rebound a bit and go the same distance in the other direction. This is perfectly normal lovelies, so if you feel a bit sad tomorrow or the upcoming month, just remember to take it in stride. If you are feeling heavy feelings, remember to embrace them and acknowledge them, and let them go in your own time. No matter what gender, sexuality, or various degree of queer you are, or not queer at all, please know that you are so very loved crew. Truly truly loved. You are beautiful, and unique, and brilliant, and wonderful, and no one gets to say otherwise, okay?

Rest well lovelies, tomorrow is another day.

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Tonight's gif just exudes Last Day of Pride Month for me -- as well as running straight into July's Queer Wrath! Tonight's gif courtesy of the wonderful @edsrosetattoo!

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buckychristwrites · 1 year ago

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Could This Be | Chap. Nine | j.t.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Discussions of Previous Emotional & Physical Domestic Violence. Cussing. Fake Dating

A/N: :)

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What’s the famous saying? That in a room full of people, you could still feel your loneliest?

That’s how you felt in the hospital waiting room, surrounded by the entire AFC Richmond team and coaching staff.

The telly was playing Friends reruns, which was fine for the first little bit. But after three hours, you were ready to throw something through the screen. Besides that, the tiny waiting room with white walls and filled to the brim with people was mostly quiet. The melancholy in the air choked out any sort of conversation as everyone sat around, on their phones or staring at the floor, just waiting.

Jamie’s mum had shown up at some point amongst the chaos. She didn’t look how you expected her to, but then again, you hadn’t really put a lot of thought into how his mum would look. It was clear where Jamie got his personality. She was friendly, giving a hug to everyone in the room, except you, but only because you had strategically stepped behind Roy at just the right moment so that she wouldn’t see you. She had spent most of the time in the room with Jamie, while his stepfather, Simon, hung out with the rest of the lot.

Whenever Georgie came out to give updates, or to just take a break, you’d find yourself trying to hide from her. Pressing your back in the corner and hoping you wouldn’t be noticed. Fleeing to the toilets. Keeping a magazine in front of your face. It wasn’t immediately clear to you why meeting her would be such a bad thing. Maybe it was because you found yourself to somehow be at fault for Jamie’s accident.

Maybe he would’ve seen the other player had he not been distracted by the conversation prior to the match.

Maybe he wouldn’t have been hurt so bad if you had given him more time to heal before clearing him to play.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been on the pitch at all.

“Hey,” Keeley’s gentle voice brought you out of your thoughts. When you looked up, she was taking a seat next to you. “We’re all gonna head to the canteen and grab a bite to eat. Do you want to come? Or do you want me to grab something for you?” Stretching from the long hours of sitting, you shook your head.

“I’m not really hungry,” You admitted. She cocked her head to the side.

“When was the last time you ate?”

Squinting your eyes, you tried to remember. The clock on the wall informed you it was just after midnight, and from what you could recall, you hadn’t even eaten breakfast that morning before the match.

“Around lunch yesterday, I think.”

Keeley frowned. “Maybe you should go home for a bit. Have a shower, get some sleep.” You were shaking your head long before she finished her words.

“I’ll stay.”

She stared at you for a long time, as you let your eyes drop down to the floor. The wheels were turning in her head to say something of comfort to you, but nothing must’ve come, for she gave your shoulder a loving squeeze before turning and walking out of the now empty waiting room. Even though you hadn’t really said much since your arrival, you wished that someone would have stayed behind to keep you company.

You laid your head against the wall.

Inhale.

Exhale.

From what you knew, he was doing surprisingly well, all things considering. He had a pretty severe concussion, as far as they could tell, but they couldn’t figure out why he had stopped breathing, which was why he was being kept for observation. They suspected that it was just from the swelling, but it was hard to say. The doctor minced no words when he told Georgie that he more than likely wouldn’t be able to play for the next month. He really hadn’t been awake much, mostly resting due to the extensive injury as well as the intense pain medication regimen they had him on.

Yawning, you looked out the window. The hospital towered over London, the city looking beautiful with the evening lights on. You stared down at the cars and the people, all of them looking as small as ants, as you wondered if they felt as small and insignificant as you did.

“Just us, then?”

You jumped, turning to find Georgie at the doorway, smiling at you. Squeezing your arms around your torso, you gave her a half baked smile.

“Everyone went to grab something to eat,” You told her. Tapping the frame with her hand, she entered. As she got closer to you, your heart picked up in pace.

“You must be the infamous girlfriend I’ve been hearin’ all about,” She said in a gentle voice as she sat down next to you. Her accent was just like Jamie’s, which was weird to you for no particular reason other than you weren’t used to hearing it off anyone else. “It’s lovely to finally meet ya.”

“I’m sorry you heard about me through the papers,” You said, finally meeting her eye. The furrow in your brow suggested you said something wrong.

“The papers?” She asked, leaning back as she laughed. “Love, Jamie talks about ya all the time!” Heat rose in your cheeks at the idea of Jamie talking to his mom about you. She shook her head, still smiling. “He calls a couple times a week. Not once have we spoken where ya weren’t mentioned. I feel like I know ya already, and we only just met!”

Your arms loosened as you sat up straighter. “I’m sorry we didn’t meet under better circumstances then.” Her smile faltered ever so slightly.

“Ahh, he’ll be okay.” She sniffed, looking down at her hands, which were folded in her lap. “He’s strong.” She looked back at you, nudging you with her elbow. “I also saw you takin’ care of him on that field. He’s lucky you were there.”

You said nothing, instead just giving her a smile before looking down at the floor. You didn’t feel like anyone should be lucky that you were there.

“D’ya know what? Why don’t you go see him?” She asked. Your eyes snapped back up.

“Oh, that’s okay,” You said while trying not to sound so tense. “You can-“

“Nonsense!” She urged, waving you towards the door. “He’s just been sleepin’. Just keep him company. Give me a bit of a break.” Her smile was so loving, so encouraging. It was enough to get you off the chair and walking blankly out of the room.

The hallways made you miss the peace and quiet of the waiting room. Staff were rushing and running up and down the hallways. The sound of beeping coming out of every doorway. In the distance, a phone was ringing repeatedly without being answered. Why wasn’t anyone answering it?

His room appeared to your right. Staring into the cracked open door, you could see the end of his occupied bed, the blankets having a lump shaped as feet underneath it. It was a single room, which was damn near impossible to get in any hospital these days, but you were sure Jamie Tartt was being given the VIP treatment. The door didn’t creek when you let yourself in. Cold air was rushing out of the air conditioning unit, forcing you to hug your arms around your torso again. When you were far enough into the room to see the entirety of the room, you froze.

Jamie looked better than you had imagined him to. Being a medical provider yourself, it was easy to let your mind spiral to the worst case scenario. In your head, you pictured severe bandaging and tubes down his throat (despite no one ever having mentioned him being ventilated). But here he was, looking like he was just peacefully resting. No bandages at all. No tubes to be seen. Just an IV in his arm with fluids running down, attached to a pump that was providing him with medication for pain.

A chair was staged next to his bed. It was clear Georgie had put it there, considering the armrest of it was touching the bed rail.

You slowly sunk down into the chair, letting your back fall into the seat as your eyes never left Jamie. His hand was close to the edge of the bed, suggesting his mum had been holding it. Should you? You wanted to. Would he want you to, though?

The heart monitor beeped at a low volume along with the beat of his heart. You watched the vitals machine, letting the information mull inside your head. They were pretty perfect for a guy who had just, hours before, needed someone to breathe for him. You could still see it when you closed your eyes. The image of Jamie with the mask on, his skin a grey colour, his chest rising and falling in a way that didn’t look real. It was burned into your brain like it had been branded there by fire.

You had never believed for a second that he would die. But as someone who had seen tamer injuries take an awful turn, the thought was always there. What if? What if the last feeling he had felt was anger towards you? It made you sick to consider.

The ruffling of the pillow was what let you know he was waking up. Your eyes found him just in time to watch his flutter open. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment, as if he was trying to figure out where he was. He looked to his left first, gazing out the dark windows, before turning his head again and finding you.

His face relaxed.

“There she is,” He said through slurred words. “My favourite fake girlfriend.” He smiled goofily up at the ceiling. Then, he eyed you again. “Are you still my fake girlfriend?” You bit your lip.

“Yes, Jamie,” You said. “Although, you shouldn’t call me that right now. Your mum is here.” He blew a raspberry.

“Fine. My very real girlfriend, then.”

“How are you feeling?” You asked him. He shrugged lackadaisically.

“Weird,” He said. “Me head feels foggy.” You nodded.

“That tends to happen when you get kicked at full force in the head.”

He snickered. “Goofy girl.” He looked around again before looking back at you. “D’ya know, I dreamt about ya when I was knocked out.”

You felt like you had just gotten kicked in the chest by a donkey. “What?”

“You were tellin’ me I was gonna be fine,” He explained. “I was in a room by meself, but I could hear ya. Looked everywhere for ya.” He shook his head. “But you’re really good at hidin’.” The smile slowly fell from his face. “I was so scared when I couldn’t find ya.”

Tears fell from your eyes as you slipped your hand into his. He fit his fingers between yours, as if it was second nature for him to do so.

“I’m just so glad you’re okay,” You sighed. When he noticed you were crying, he shook his head lightly.

“Nooooo, don’t do that,” He said, pulling at your hand to bring you out of your seat. “Com’ere.” You stole a glance at the door before plopping into the bed, curling carefully into Jamie’s side. You were on your side, head on the shoulder of his arm that was wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry,” You said as he pressed his nose into your forehead. “For the chat we had in the car.” He shook his head.

“I was the one bein’ a prick,” He said. “I shouldnt’ve yelled at ya. I just…” He paused, turning his head upwards again to stare at the ceiling. You placed a hesitant hand on his chest, which he immediately took with his free hand, thumb stroking the top of yours. “I think… maybe I just got used to this. It’ll hurt when it’s done. Like an actual breakup, d’ya know what I mean?”

“I do.”

He looked down at you again. You could see the hesitation behind what he wanted to say next. After a moment, he sighed. “Think I fell in love with ya a little bit, if I’m honest.”

Your jaw tensed as the butterflies in your stomach began to flutter.

“Breaking your own rule,” You remarked playfully, but he shook his head.

“No, the rule was that you-“ He pointed at you, his hand still holding yours. “-couldn’t fall in love with me.” He pointed at himself before letting his hand drop again. “Never said nothin’ ‘bout what I do.”

“Clearly you should’ve.”

He huffed. “Obviously.”

You sat quietly for a long time, debating. Contemplating. It was all so tempting. To just lay it all out there. To tell him the truth. But the fear was so vivid. So loud. Telling you that it wouldn’t last forever. That eventually he’d get tired of you, just like they always did.

“I just don’t think I’m ready,” You finally admitted before burying your face a little further into his shoulder.

“For what?” He asked, shifting slightly. Looking back at him, you stared into his wide ocean blues as they waited so patiently for your answer.

“For you to love me.”

He sat with that for a moment, his thumb stroking your shoulder. You were surprised with how calm you felt in the moment. Now that the words were out there, you felt relieved. Like a weight had just fallen off your shoulders.

“Who said I’m ready to love you, hmm?” He asked, taking away the serious tone of the conversation. The corners of your mouth flicked upwards.

“You did,” You said. “You just said-“

“I said a little bit, thank ya,” He corrected you.

“Oh gosh,” You said, feigning remorse. “I’m so sorry for my error.”

“Ya should be. Twistin’ my words.”

The two of you laid in silence for a little while. Every inhale welcomed his scent into your lungs. It was calming to be in his arms like this. The only thing stopping this from being perfect was the sound of the heart monitor, which had increased in speed ever since you had joined him in the bed.

“So I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” He said softly. “Unless you’re ready before me, then you let me know first, deal?”

You heard the meaning behind his words.

When you’re ready for this to be real, let me know.

Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, you moved your hand to his opposite shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

“Deal.”

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lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day · 2 months ago

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By @telemna-hyelle

Summary:

The group gets separated after a particularly nasty battle, and Legend, Twilight, Sky, Wind, and Hyrule stumble into the first shelter they can find. Unfortunately for Legend, that shelter is the Palace of the Four Sword--but not the one he knows all too well.

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Dot/Four

IT HAS BEGUN AHAHAHAH

Palace of the Four Sword AU

Angst with a Happy Ending

Hurt/Comfort

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Tellie writes angst for once in her life

don't expect to see it very often but here we are

no beta we die like bokos

i'm hurting the boys

Four Sword functions according to LU canon

Tags will update along with story

the "best" is yet to come

BEHOLD

Allow me to show you what happens when a fix fic goes wrong

Word count: 25,409

Finished: No

#fic recommendation #linked universe #lu four #lu legend #lu twilight #lu wind #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu dot #lu time #lu warriors #lu wild

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meddwlyngymraeg · 2 months ago

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Thing with Duolingo and stuff (TTS essentially) is there's no way you're going to pick up accents. It's often not about the way words themselves are pronounced: in Welsh for example, penultimate syllable is stressed. But the length of that stress can vary depending on where in the sentence the word is placed, I think.

E.g. just saying 'hoffi' usually places a short stress on the first syllable: /'ho-ffi/. But if it has followed a few other words with only minimal emphasis, some of which regularly occur before 'hoffi' in certain kinds of sentences, then I hear that change a bit.

'Pa un wyt ti'n hoffi?' 'Wyt' has a fairly short stress, and 'hoffi' is near the end of the sentence too, so in some accents, I've heard that manifest as a much longer 'ho' in 'hoffi', along with the raised pitch coming down to its lowest pitch before going back up on the final syllable. How long the stress is does feel like an accent-dependent variation, though a TTS like Duolingo's can't pick that up at all. I think their text-to-speech is AI that was trained somewhat on real people's speech, but I think there's definitely a larger volume of data available to it in more widely available languages like English, French, Spanish, German, etc. The data is also, likely, less rich in variety. So a TTS can't pick up all the nuances of an accent.

I know that the Duolingo moderator team used to make an effort to go behind the scenes and hardcode exceptions to the pronunciation, like when the TTS used to get stuck on words like eisiau, and they did their best, but now Duolingo has heavily cut back on what the volunteers that built those courses (for free) are allowed to change. Apparently they aren't allowed to improve the courses anymore, I imagine so that the company doesn't have to maintain a team to update the course. So other things, like the pronunciation of gyda, which has been wrong on the new TTS for ages, cannot be changed. It's a shame that despite the best efforts of volunteers who basically donated their time to a community resource, their final work must be enshittified like this, but that's a discussion for another time.

I just suppose this is why you can't just rely on an app like that to learn a language. You've got to hear real people speaking, you've got to turn on your radio, check out learner-oriented channels like Dysgu Cymraeg, watch telly, talk to people n all. You won't pick up nuances like that just by knowing the words.

#A heno dyn ni'n meddwl *am* gymraeg

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telemna-hyelle · 2 years ago

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TELLIE

THIS THIS ONE SPECIFICALLY IM FREAKINF OUT OVER

AND THEN THIS

HES HAPPY FOR ONCE

AND HIS SCARS

HIS SCARS ARE ALL OVER HIS HAND

I KNOWWWWWWW

I HAVE TO MANY EMOTIONS

#you ask tellie answers #linked universe #lu update spoilers

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bbcghostsupdates · 2 days ago

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Themthere solo projects update!

Here We Go and Jim have both been nominated for an award!

ITalktelly have released their nominees for their awards this year and Here We Go and Jim are included

Unfortunately no Ghosts this year which is heartbreaking but so so happy those two were nominated especially Jim because we all know how brilliant he is so please please go vote!!

Wishing the best of luck to Here We Go and Jim 🤍

The voting closes 23rd November at 10PM and winners will be announced 10am on 8th December!

Voting link is below:

#jim howick #sixidiots #themthere #bbc ghosts #ben willbond #mathew baynton #larry rickard #simon farnaby #martha howe douglas #kiell smith bynoe #charlotte ritchie #lolly adefope

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i-tellynewsupdates-posts · 2 years ago

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Harphoul Mohini 16th November 2022 Written Update Episode

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emilylawsons · 8 months ago

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if you’re feeling like it: hand-holding 30 or 34 for Helen and Dale? :3

Oh, I had fun with this one! I think my heart wants to believe that year between seasons 1 and 2 was a good time for them. Went with 34–holding hands while driving.

Thanks for the prompt!

Touches Ask Game

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Windows down, music blasting.

That is the way Helen likes their drive to Bendigo for Christmas. Val has a turkey in the oven and has promised clean sheets on the bed in Dale’s old room. As they cruise down the freeway, Helen tips her sunglasses back over her eyes, fighting the hot rays of early summer in Victoria.

Dale is in the driver’s seat, bopping his head along to Helen’s choice of heavy rock. He’s the most relaxed she’s seen him in months. Since he took over the desk last autumn, he’s on edge, constantly trying to prove he belongs where he’s at and isn’t simply a filler for Geoff—a substitute until someone “better” comes along. His change in energy for this holiday is refreshing, and Helen is grateful for a stress-free trip.

This isn’t the first time she’s been to his mother’s, and their little trip back in the winter had been…well, it had been less than desirable. Dale had spent the entire time on the phone, listening to the radio—anything for updates on what he initially believed would become a huge story. He had been convinced they would have to pack up any minute and return straight to Melbourne, and not only had it left Helen unnecessarily antsy, but she’d watched him deflect and miss every single one of his mother’s attempts to enjoy their company.

Helen and Val had reached an understanding and appreciation for one another that weekend.

For this visit, however, they’ve had a talk. Dale is not to think about work. He is not to turn on the telly outside of the usual Christmas specials. And he sure as hell is not allowed control of any radio. Hence, Helen packing a shoebox of cassettes for the ride.

The current tape ends, and she sifts through her box for a new one. It needs rewinding, but the second Pat Benatar blares through the speakers, Dale is on cloud nine.

Helen can only giggle at his antics—at his exaggerated pitch and his enthusiasm as he drums on the steering wheel. He’s lucky they’re on a long stretch of road with few cars, or his swerve might have dire consequences.

“Watch the road, or I’m telling your mother to bust your arse when we get there,” she threatens with a chuckle.

But he keeps going. “We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder!”

He grasps her hand and holds it up victoriously, and she nearly chokes with laughter. “Dale!”

“We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under!”

He keeps up his dramatic performance, hand still holding hers. “Okay, Dale, really—”

“Weeeeee belong! We belong, we belong together!”

He stops and turns the volume down, both of them in fits of hilarity. And as she sees the smile on his face—a genuine smile for the first time in weeks—she thinks…this can work.

“Ladies and gentleman, that was the musical stylings of Dale Jennings,” Helen narrates, putting on her camera voice. “Tune in next time…if he doesn’t crash the car.”

“I’ll be here all week,” he gives a little bow, planting the hand holding hers back on the steering wheel.

“You know, we should see if Lindsay will let you turn this into a bit. Really put a bug up Geoff’s arsehole.”

“Oh, I’m sure the ratings will soar.”

“It’s what the people want—to be dazzled and entertained, right?”

Dale only laughs and shakes his head. “I bloody love you, you know that?”

Helen reaches for his hand again, offering him a sweet smile. “Yeah, I know.”

#ask kayli #the newsreader #helen x dale #helen norville #dale jennings #the newsreader fanfiction #my fic

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