y'know I'm a little surprised that the Princess Bride reference didn't win, but then again, this one is also a great choice
Sabine’s face is set in determination. “Okay, I’m gonna ask you a really weird question, and I need you to be honest.”
“Sure.”
“Completely honest.”
Ezra nods. “Of course. What is it?”
“If I asked you to, would you fake-marry me?”
Ezra stares at her.
“…would I fake-marry you?”
“Yes. If I asked, would you? Because—” She sucks in a breath of air, and he can sense her spiking anxiety. “Because, you’re my best friend and if I had to choose someone to spend the rest of my life with it would be you, and my family thinks you’re great, and—and if we were fake-married then when I go back to the Ghost you could have the bottom bunk in my room and you wouldn’t have to share with Zeb anymore, and it would be fun, right? And—when we’re older, maybe we could adopt a kid, or a Padawan, and let’s be honest, it would be hilarious for the Countess of Clan Wren to have a Jedi son-in-law, and you don’t have to say yes, obviously, this is just random and hypothetical and—okay, it’s not hypothetical, but you can say no and I’d understand, but—”
He interrupts her with a touch on the arm.
“Sabine.”
She winces and looks away, but Ezra smiles.
“I would totally fake-marry you.”
Sabine meets his eyes instantly. “Really?”
“Really. We’ve been fake-dating for two years; this is just the logical next step, right?” he jokes, but she stays serious.
“You don’t need time to think about it?”
“No. Honest.”
For a second, their gazes hold, and then Sabine nearly tackles him over in the second enormous hug she’s given him that day.
“Thank you,” she whispers, squeezing him tightly for a second before letting go, and she sounds so relieved that it makes him wonder if there’s some bigger reason she wants to fake-marry him. (Probably complicated Mandalorian politics.) “You’re actually kind of great, Ezra Bridger.”
“And somehow it took you this long to figure it out,” he banters back.
“Very funny.” She punches his arm with a laugh, then clasps his hands and meets his eyes and smiles so warmly that he would think there was something more behind it, if he didn’t know there wasn’t. “So, who are we thinking for wedding guests?”
Ezra thinks for a moment pretending to be solemn, then cracks a grin. “Can we invite all the guys who said you were out of my league and pity-dating me?”
“Only if I can paint Chopper pink and make him our flower droid.”
“Deal.”
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i think i need to change my GP because every time i go there, no matter what symptoms i have, they draw my blood and every time we have the same tango
me: can i please lay down when you do that because i definitely will faint otherwise
them: (looking at heavily tattooed me in very loud silence)
me:
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Translation.... is a fantastically complicated, demanding, and difficult task. And it feels like it's sometimes gotta be pretty unrewarding, because no matter what you choose, someone will be mad at you for doing it wrong. And I'm no purist, I skew hard towards preferring a translation to capture vibes (a subjective and squirrelly thing) over a literal one-to-one, I appreciate an artistic use of best judgment even if I ultimately disagree with the decision made. I've got so much respect for translators!
BUT.
That being said.
I feel like especially, especially in the context of something like a dramatic high fantasy novel, tone and register are so important! No modern terminally online transmigrators to muddy the waters! I'll make an exception for something hilarious, and I don't have a highbrow sense of humor, 'absolute unit' still makes me cackle. Something like "yea" (not 'yea, verily,' this is 'yeah,' said often, always without the h) may set my teeth on edge, but I can understand why someone might do that to me. "Tho" is more infuriating, but I can still.... logically understand how we got here.
But why on earth would you interrupt the build to a dramatic, tragic, intense scene by having our main character angrily call a crowd "newbs." I'm no longer in the moment, I'm staring into the middle distance and wondering why not just use the full n00b if it was going to go there. Sure, he's not talking elegantly, I get that. He was raised uneducated, not on 4chan. And the moment last night when I was reading and a character in ancient fantasy china proclaimed "Jeebus," I was filled with such incandescent rage that I immediately knew it was time to put the computer down and go to bed.
Jeebus.
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