#which just get a variant of the word in spanish

[robylovi]

I find it infinitely funny how latam and spanish dub posters, notorious for using unnecessarily long™ titles for movies (eg. Coraline and the secret door, The Lorax: In Search of the Lost Truffula, Moana: A Sea of Adventures), took the time to translate this (ALREADY BILINGUAL) title, just to take a main character’s name off, a character ON THE POSTER

Lmaoo like, I do kind of get it on the show since “Miraculous: Las aventuras de Ladybug y Cat Noir” is a bitt of a mouthful but like. the movie literally got rid of that 😭 Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir was a free for all and they took his name off to make it LONGER

[st4rymoon]

𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦

˚ ༘ *⭐︎ Miguel x afab reader

Warnings - 18+. smut. Some Angst. Enemy’s to lovers, sex with a plot, unprotected sex, breeding kink, breath play, arguing, both get physical (get in a fight but nothing too serious), other variants mentioned and Dr. Strange (why not bring him up), after care, teasing, possessive Miguel, biting, messy sex, semi-mean Miguel, pet names (doll, muñeca, princesa, chula), Spanish (translations added)

[pt.2 is out! → better than me pt. 2]

Miguel was obnoxious and self-absorbed, you knew that by now.

You were living your life as the Spider-Woman of your universe with no worries at all until a blonde-haired ghost-looking spider appeared.

You had somewhat of an idea of what she was talking about, after all, you had a Dr. Strange in your universe and he would never stop talking about the multi-verse.

He never mentioned that these variants would come looking for each other but hey, what did you know?

The blonde-haired girl begged for you to meet the others, calming you weren’t alone and had a group of others to bond with. But you had no problem being alone with such powers, matter of fact you enjoyed it.

There was no one to boss you around or scold you which was always a plus as a superhero. That carefree life you had turned sour as you agreed with the blonde-haired girl and went to meet the others.

“By the way my boss, OUR boss doesn’t know you exist… he’s practically found every spider in the universe. But I guess he forgot one, and by the way, I’m Gwen”

You smiled “Well Gwen, YOUR boss will be pleased to hear that it’s almost impossible to find every Spider-Man. There are millions of universes” you shrugged.

Gwen was taken aback by your words, she wasn’t aware you knew about these universes since a majority of the others didn’t. “How do you know?” She questioned with her arms crossed.

“Do you not have a Dr. Strange in your universe? A tall annoying brown-haired man? Middle-aged? No sense of humor? Come one you don’t have one!?” You gasped.

“Never heard of a strange before”

-

Both of you walked into a giant laboratory-like room, you heard chatter all around you as you looked above and saw dozens of spider variants on the ceilings and walls.

“GWEN! Gwen! May has been getting into trouble have you see- who are you?” A tired-looking brown-haired man looked at you in confusion. “I’m a rouge-killing monster called Spider-Man” you replied.

Both of their faces turned pale at your words “Gosh you guys have no sense of humor! I’m joking” you sigh. “Im a spider variant like all of you, now why’d you drag me here”

“Miguel isn’t going to like this… I’m Peter” the brown-haired man smiled. “And I presume Miguel is the big scary boss man right?”

“Thank you for the kind words” a loud voice boomed from behind. “Miguel! I found another!” Gwen smiles awkwardly.

“Mmh”

You turned to see an attractive middle-aged man with glowing red eyes “She knows about the multi-verse she was talking about some dude called Strange” Gwen nodded.

Miguel tensed at her words, his eyes glued to you as he made his way towards you. “What do you know about strange?” He hummed, circling you like his prey.

“Nothing that’s your business that’s for sure” you chuckle “Well I had fun, I’ll be heading out now” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m talking to you” Miguel yells “No your yelling, have a nice day” you wave as you shoot a web out and swing. Halfway through the swing, your web was cut, causing you to drop to the ground “WHAT THE FUCK!” You yell.

Miguel stood tall with a cocky smile on his face “We aren’t done talking” he shakes his head.

You knew very little about Dr. Strange, sure you’re well acquainted with the universally famous sorcerer but he was a private man. He called you when he needed help and that was it.

To your disbelief, you had no clue other spiders could be so damn annoying. “Well I am, I’m not going to say it again. I AM LEAVING.” You yell.

“She’s just like him” you hear a spider whisper “I AM NOT” you point a finger up at one of them “How could you hear that” they muttered. “Don’t you all have great hearing?”

“Not all of us” Peter shrugged. “What did they say?” Gwen asked. You ignored everyone and walked out of the room. Already halfway through the door, you felt a hand grip your arm.

Turning, you see Miguel’s ruby eyes staring at you. “I suggest you let go of me” you say calmly. It was a shame he was an ass, he was too good-looking to be acting the way he was.

“Threats don’t work on m-“You cut him off mid-sentence, kicking his ankle and making him fall back. You pinned him onto the ground, your leg on his chest and heel pressed onto his chin.

The look in his eyes was a mix of anger and shock.

The other spiders started yelling, Gwen yelling at Peter to stop this and during the chaos for some odd reason you saw a talking spider cat yelling “A cat?” You chuckled causing you to lose focus.

Within seconds you were now in Miguel’s position. His hand on your throat as he pressed his weight onto you “CALM THE FUCK DOWN!” He seethes.

Just as you were about to kick him where it hurts, his hand held your knee in place “Have to be quicker than that muñeca” he whispered into your ear. [t: doll]

Your eyes widened at the pet name. You swear you could feel your cheeks burn red and telling by the smile on his face you knew they were. “This is fun but can we have a normal conversation? Like civilized people?” He replied.

He got off you, holding a hand out for you to stand. You got up on your own, pushing past him as you heard a few whistles and ‘Miguel is flushed look at him’ from behind you.

“Fine. You have 5 minutes”

Miguel led you to his office, one hand on your lower back leading you. “Brave for a newcomer” the annoyingly attractive man smiled down at you “It’s obvious no one stands up to you, I’ll happily be the one to do so” you cooed.

“Sit” he commands while pointing at the chair in front of his desk. You nod and sit patiently for him to start “What do you know about Dr. Strange?” He questioned.

“He’s Dr. Strange what is there to know? He’s a private man for god sake. You surely have one in this universe, don’t you? He’s usually in every universe” you sighed.

“He’s never been in any I’ve visited”

“Or maybe you didn’t look well enough” you chuckle. “I have one in my universe and trust me you aren’t missing out. He only calls when he needs a helping hand and that’s about it” you shrugged.

“How do you know about the multi-verses?” He questioned. “Strange explained to me the importance of leaving it alone, we’ve seen universes almost disappear due to it. People have to learn you cannot change the past, present, or future without losing something so it’s best to just deal with it. In another universe, another life we are happy just think of that”

Miguel clears his throat at your words “Let me guess you lost something as well? By messing with this fucked up world? Who was it? A wife, mother, father, daughter?”

His hands slammed onto the desk in anger “NOT YOUR BUSINESS.” He seethed while he threw his papers on the ground. You knew he was hurting, That’s why he was acting like this.

“You know, I can tell this whole I’m mean and bad act is because your hurt. It’s not healthy to live in the past, we will just rot ourselves from within Miguel. Whatever you lost trust me you have it in another universe” You smile as you stand up, patting him on the shoulder as he doesn’t move a muscle.

“You don’t understand” he growled. “Trust me I do. Why do you think I’m friends with strange huh? I lost someone too you know. But instead of making everyone suffer with me, I decided to tr-“ you couldn’t finished your sentence before his lips crashed onto yours.

You were taken aback by the kiss but couldn’t help but moan into it. You pushed him back slightly “I don’t even know you Miguel” you smiled onto his lips “I know we can change that” he hummed as he lifted you onto his desk.

You were taken back by his actions, was a conversation all he needed to get this riled up?

“You know, out of all the spiders, no one’s said anything like that to me? Not one of them genuinely has a conversation with me” he sighs while pulling back. “Well, you don’t exactly let them say a word without screaming” you chuckle.

“That’s because they all pull away once I raise my voice. It was a surprise when a pretty thing like you came in acting like you own the place” Miguel cooed, his hands trailing up your hips as he pressed himself onto you.

“And I can tell you haven’t gotten laid in a while, you really gonna fuck a girl you just met huh?” You teased. “And are you really going to fuck a man you just met?”

“Maybe, If he can make me want it that bad” you winked, your hands ran down his chest, the spandex-like material of his suit outlining his chest and muscles in the most perfect way.

He chuckled at your response and wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting you before sitting down on his chair. You straddled him as he rocked onto you softly.

You’ve never done anything like this before, you were shocked by your compliance with his actions but you couldn’t help it. You told yourself everyone needed a one-time thing right?

“You sound so fucking pretty” he mumbled onto your neck, your soft sounds making him lose every bit of patience while you tangled your fingers into his hair.

You could tell he was wondering how to remove your suit, you were trying to hide your laugh but it came out either way.

“What’s so funny huh?”

“If you want to remove my suit you press this” You smiled as you grabbed his hand and lifted it behind your neck. His hand instinctively started massaging the nape of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss.

Completely off task with what you were showing him; each of you lost in the other's taste. “Ok, so how do I remove it?” He panted “Like this” You guided him as his fingers went on the hem of your neckline.

You pressed a button from the inside of your suit with his fingers “Like that” you whispered into his ear as you licked his cheek before kissing him.

Your suit was in his hands in a matter of seconds, tossing it somewhere behind him as his eyes admired your curves.

“Can’t believe I missed you out of all of the others” Miguel groaned. His hands not missing an inch of your body as you could feel his painfully hard bulge through his suit. “Take it off” you whined say you tugged at his. He chuckled at your neediness, and complying he tossed it along with yours.

You couldn’t believe other spiders like him existed. You’ve met a few but never ones that were this irritating and gorgeous, to say the least. “Like what you see princesa?” He mocked. [t: princess]

You rolled your eyes and pressed yourself onto him “I do”, you could feel his cock pressing onto your panties. His breathing was ragged and uneven as you nuzzled into his neck.

Sucking and kissing purple bruises onto his neck, your hands tangling into his hair. You felt his fingers tugging at your panties as a way to tell you to lift yourself a bit.

You did as told and let him toss your panties onto the pile of mess on the ground. “Although I love this pretty lace, it has to come off” he pouts as he pulls at your bra “Who knew you’d have this under the suit” he mumbled as he tossed your bra.

“Off” you demand as you tug at his boxers, he smiles in surprise as he sees you so needy “Alguien esta ansiosa”. “Oh shut up” you hiss as he leans onto the chair and brings your hands to his waistband. [t: someone is eager]

“If you want it so bad, take them off yourself” he cockily smiles. Your eyes narrow in annoyance but you were too needy to argue about it. Still on top of him, you tug his boxers down.

You clenched around nothing as his cock hit his stomach. You thought the whisper you let you wasn’t audible but your eyes shot up to his as he watches you with his hands behind his head.

“Love it that much already?”

You don’t bother responding as you go back to kissing him. His hands were back to their previous position, holding you tightly as you felt him rubbing between your folds.

“Shit..” you seethed. You felt his teeth sink into your skin, a loud moan coming from you causing you to slap your hands onto your mouth.

Miguel’s eyes shot up at your actions, his hands pulling them away as he pinned them onto your stomach “I don’t care who hears, hands on my shoulders”

As he ends his sentence he slams into you, your eyes rolling back while a shaky moan leaves you. He holds you onto him for a few seconds, taking in your soaked gummy walls before thrusting into you.

You could hear the wet pornographic sounds coming from the both of you as he fucked into you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he wrapped one arm around your waist the other hugging you onto him.

“Love it so much doll, fu- fuck you feel so good”

It was much more intimate than you thought it would be, the way he never broke eye contact even when you squeezed your eyes shut and muttered incoherent sentences into his chest he watched you intensely.

Miguel wondered if this would go anywhere, he hoped it did. He had no reason why he acted on his needs so quickly with you, he hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time and had no problem with it, but the moment he saw you sitting in his office it was like a switch flipped.

“Look at the mess you make muñeca, shit. This pussy was made for me” he huffed. You couldn’t even say a word, the way he felt slamming into you was euphoric.

You could feel every inch of him inside you, the way he curved perfectly in you with each of his thrusts was intoxicating.

You were making a mess, you could feel the cum dripping down your thighs as you bounced on him. “Migu- fuck all for you, only you” you whined. The words spilling from you caused him to fuck you deeper “Nadie más te va ver como te miras orita, eres mía muñeca. Solo para mi” [t: nobody else is going to see you the way you look right now, you’re mine doll. Only for me] 

His tone was adoring, he loved seeing the way you clawed at his chest whenever he picked up his pace. Miguel couldn’t help but wrap a hand around your throat when you started to slump on him; lifting you he held you to his lips as he squeezed your throat.

“Feels good huh baby? Your eyes say it all” he groans onto your cheek, his hand still squeezing your neck. You can feel your vision getting hazy, your hand wrapped around his wrist as he smiled up at you.

He let go of your neck, a loud pant leaving you as you caught your breath. But before you could even think your mouth pressed onto his, you couldn’t help but kiss his saliva-covered lips.

His pornographic moans made you dizzy, his fingers piercing your hips as he fucked you senseless while you looked down at him with needy eyes.

You could feel the knot form inside your stomach as his pace picked up, each of his thrusts causing a shaky whimper to leave you as he watched you getting closer.

“O- oh- Migu- M-“ you were crying out words as the feeling of his cock slamming into you and the slight rubbing on your clit from his pubic bone was driving you to the edge.

“I know baby I know, let it out princesa. Gonna fill you full so they all know what happened in here” he chuckled. With that you let go, the thought of his cum spilling out of you made you drunk on him. [t: princess]

You were loud but he didn’t care to quiet you down, he loved hearing how good he was fucking you. “No one’s going to fuck you better than me, I just met you and you look like you’ve been doing this for a while” he cooed.

“You’ve fucked other guys like this huh? The first day you meet them you fuck them?” He questioned. You shook your head weakly, his cock still ramming into you as he watched you bounce along with his thrust.

“No? Don’t lie how many?”

“J- you only” you cried. You couldn’t take the overstimulation, tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself about to cum again. “Only me? How lucky am I huh?” He hummed.

You scratched at his chest, pushing him slightly as his finger moved between your legs and circled your clit. “N- oh m-“ you begged, you buried yourself into his neck as he whispered praise into your ear.

“Doing so good for me chula, feel s- so fucking good” he praised. You felt the mess between your legs run down your thigh, you hugged him as you felt yourself about to cum again. [t: pretty]

“I- Mig-“

“I know baby let it out, I’m f- go on” he seethed. You could tell he was close. His pace was sloppy and his grip on you was getting tighter. You cried out his name in pleasure, the 2nd orgasm hitting you harder than the first as tears streamed down your face.

Miguel’s loud moans filled your ears as he coated your walls. You could feel his cum dripping down to his lap as he messily fucked you onto him. His pace came to a halt, his grip on you was tighter than ever while he took in your warmth.

“Fuck…” he whispered as he kissed your jaw, peppering kisses up to your mouth and sloppily kissing you. Saliva was all over your mouths, the sounds of both of you sloppily kissing each other made Miguel groan.

“You still wanna leave?” He chuckles. Miguel fixes your hair, adjusting it back to normal as he whipped your tears and saliva with his hand. You shook your head, completely drained of energy as you buried yourself into his chest.

You were questioning why he was being so nice. He was just acting like a complete ass a few minutes ago and suddenly he’s treating you like you’ve been together all your lives.

“Do you know what’ll happen if a variant from different verses gets pregnant?” He hums. You shake your head, you’d deal with those thoughts later. All you wanted was to stay in his arms.

“Descansa, I’ll clean us up” he reassured. [t: rest]

[luveline]

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

miguel can’t control himself when you get hurt in the field —a ficlet featuring an irritated (lovesick) miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. requested he re, fem!reader, 2.5k

tw. fighting, injury, blood

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Miguel watches the screen in front of him unhappily. 

"Spider-Girl," he says. Two people answer him. He sighs. "Y/N," he amends, "you're being reckless." 

The little droid camera that follows you around circles your head as you swing from one place to another. "I'm being good," you deny. 

Miguel would never tell you this, but he loves how you speak. Sure, almost every word you say annoys him, but the cadence of your voice is melodic and addictive at once. And Miguel knows you're nice to everyone, but it's him alone that has you speaking so softly. 

You do it to torture him, he's sure. 

"You're doing well, but you'd be better if you didn't free fall for so long. Mechanical failure can happen at any minute," Miguel says. 

"Then one of the others will catch me." 

"And if there's no team member close by? I'm supposed to come and scrape you off of the sidewalk?" 

"Miguel," you say gently. He can tell what mood you're in today. "They have people for that." 

"Could you just do as I asked you to?" 

"Ah, but you haven't asked me anything." 

"Please," he says, "focus on the task at hand, and use your webs cautiously." 

You make a chirping sound that feels more laughter than affirmation, but you do as he requests, reducing the length of time between each web shot. You're in New York, Earth-1844, attempting to send home an unhappy Doc Ock variant whose mechanical arms are immensely technologically advanced, even when compared to Nueva York's futurism.

Miguel had sent you along with a rather large team, one. because a big team was necessary for the task, two. because you'd asked and he has trouble saying no to you, and three. because if you'd spent another hour in his office today he actually might have given into temptation, which wouldn't be good for anybody.

Miguel is used to doing what needs to be done rather than what he'd like, these days. So while he wants to indulge you and your fanciful suggestions —I'm not heavy, handsome, please, you won't even notice I'm in your lap, your thighs are so wide— he can't. He has things to do. Things that cannot endure distraction. 

"Woo!" you cheer through laughter, letting your shoes skim the floor in an especially dangerous manoeuvre. The adrenaline turns you giddy. "Holy crap." 

Oh, right, that's why he resists temptation —he hates you. (He doesn't hate you.) He hates you and your disregard for your own safety, he hates your rejection of his authority, and he hates the stupid sweet sound you make when you're excited. 

"Do you listen to me and then forget what I've said, or do you not understand the English language?" he asks. 

You land on a rooftop overlooking the centre of Future Doc Ock's destruction. "Well, I've been learning Spanish. We could always try that," you suggest. 

"Why have you been learning Spanish?" he asks. 

"Coquetear contigo," you say, your pronunciation all over the place. To flirt with you. 

"Qué maravilla," he mutters. 

"I don't know that one, handsome, so I'm going to assume it was a love confession or something similar." You sound so overly fond he has to tense his jaw. "Gwen, where are you?" 

"I'm over here?" 

Gwen is wrapped up tightly in a metal tentacle. It shakes her around fanatically. Miguel swears and zooms in on her location, watching in apprehension as she attempts to free herself while the arm creaks, tightening, tightening. 

"Woah," you say, taking a running jump off of the rooftop. "Can you believe it? I'm not the first one who needs rescuing." 

Hobie Brown reaches Gwen before you can, and he makes an impressive rescue. You divert your path, shooting a web at the glass dome covering Future Doc Ock's head. Miguel crosses his arms across his chest. Wannabe Mysterio loser, he thinks, and then, when you've smashed a hole into the dome with a generously momentous kick, Nice. 

He doesn't suppose Doc Ock was expecting a kick to the jaw today. 

You hiss as you propel yourself away from him, another web shot at a nearby lamppost. It does something funny to his chest when he hears you whine in pain, but he's too distracted to ask what's wrong —he scours your droid's view for an answer, finds it red and saturating the fabric of your suit. 

"Why are you bleeding, Spider-Girl?" he asks, gaze drawn to the main screen where Dock Ock shouts belligerent threats at an approaching Spider-Man. 

"No biggie," you say, hissing again, "I think I cut my leg on the glass. I need a better suit." 

"Can you walk?" 

"I'm fine," you say with a sniffle. From the amount of blood, the cut is deep. "Is it me, or is it dusty in here?" 

It definitely hurts if it's making you cry, though maybe you're unprepared. This was a bad idea, you aren't as seasoned as the others, and he knows you don't know what you're doing yet. You need more time, more practice. You've hurt yourself in the field on your very first mission, and you don't have the pain threshold or the super-healing necessary to cope.

It's his fault for letting you go. 

"Prepare for extraction," he says.

"No! No way, are you kidding? I'm fine, I– I can do this."

"Y/N," he warns. 

You fling yourself from the lamppost with impressive grace considering your injury and join the fight once again. Miguel can't keep an eye on you like he wants to, as the alarm that indicates an anomaly begins to sound. He's forced to rush together a second team while the elite strike force are preoccupied, yanking members of Spider-Society from their goings abouts, Lyla in his ear recommending effective combinations and fighting styles. From that point on, he has to supervise two different missions, his head pounding with effort. 

His hands itch. He should be out there. Miguel is the cream of the crop and he isn't shy to admit that. He's a good fighter, but he can't be everywhere at once, and most of the anomalies they face require multiple sets of hands to fix. So he forces himself to stay put and guide the teams through each fight, sick to his stomach with every bloody footprint you leave behind. 

He's following Hobie Brown and offering rejected instruction when he sees you go down. He toggles your voice channel and catches the end of a high-pitched, "Oof," the air-knocked from your lungs forcibly as you hit the ground. The tentacle that propelled you veers up for a finishing blow, and three different webs catch it and pull it backward. 

It's a blur. One minute Miguel's in the control room at Spider-Society headquarters, the next he's breathing in the smoggy air of New York, Earth-1844, concrete and asphalt torn up under his hands. Lyla speaks in his ear and he's deaf to her, his focus pointed with only one thing in mind. 

The restraint it takes not to wipe Doc Ock from the face of the dimension is incalculable. Miguel can't quite believe his own moderation as he orchestrates the return of the anomaly, your body on the ground in the corner of his eye. 

The second the situation is under control, he runs to you. His gloves hit the ground with a thud by your hip, as do his knees. Spider-Man, a Peter Parker from Earth-751263, has already set nanobots over your prone figure, tiny spider-like creatures that leave webbing bandages in their wake, closing the sluggish wound on your calf. But nanotech won't fix a broken spine, not in the field. Miguel needs a stretcher. He needs to get you home. 

"Miguel," you say, drawing his gaze from your slow-rising chest, "I can't breathe.

He slides his thumb as gently as he can into the seam of your mask and eases it off. "You're winded." 

You cough. The sound is disturbingly wet, but your lips remain unsullied. Miguel can't look at you in this much pain, and he won't: he stands, and he takes control. 

—

You're not in nearly as much pain as you should be, because Doctor Spider-Man gave you the good stuff. "Your healing isn't nearly as expedited as most of us," he'd said. 

"Is this medical discrimination?" you'd asked, faking a serious concern. "Do I need to talk to Spider-Lawyer?" 

You found it funny. He maybe didn't, but he gave you an extra dose and told you to rest up before leaving. Resting at the Society medbay isn't easy because Spider People are constantly filtering in and out of the ward for check-ups, medication, and corrections. 

It's also not easy because most Spider People are incredibly lonely in their home dimensions, and incredibly friendly here. When Miguel finally comes to visit you, you have a Spider-Girl from a few dimensions over who has the same biological mother as you but a different father sitting to your left —she's trippy and adorable, if you do say so yourself— two Peter Parkers to your right, and a melting pot of currency lost in the white linen sheets over your legs.  

They get one good look at Miguel and put down their playing cards. 

The Peter Parkers slink off together promising to come and see you again sometime, and your variant stops just shy of Miguel's position to look him up and down affectionately. 

"Go away," he says. 

She beams at him. "Okay." 

"You can't help it, can you?" he asks after she's gone, picking a rogue playing card up from the end of your bed. He twiddles it between his index and middle finger, the card shushing with each turn.

You sit up in bed and try to straighten out the sheets, hoping to entice him. You don't bother answering his question. It barely sounded like one. 

"I'm hurt, you know?" you ask. 

"I know. I told you to retreat." 

"No, I'm hurt it took you so long to visit me," you say. You're putting on airs. Truthfully, you genuinely are a little hurt, but your voice is soft and dreamy as always. "I thought we were friends." 

"Ah, because you need more of those." 

You sink down into your pillows, your knees hiked. "I really can't help it if people like me. And you'd know." 

Miguel surprises you by sitting down. He faces away from you, his thigh just shy of your feet below the sheets, and it's only then you realise he's tense. He's in civvies for a change, a t-shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders and chest and regular black sweatpants. He's wearing converse. 

You look at him through a squint. "Did you hit your head, too?" 

"I'm off-duty."

"I just never pictured you in sneakers." 

"How do you picture me?" he asks, neck craned to look at you, his chin touching his shoulder. He has dark circles under his eyes and his brows are ruffled on one side. 

You let your knees fall to one side and pull your legs to your chest, hoping to entice him closer. "You're not sleeping well?" 

Miguel doesn't answer your inquiry. In fact, he falls silent. His eyes are on your hands where they're bunched at your chest, his dark flush of lashes twitching as his gaze tracks along the column of your throat, your jaw, and finally, your face. 

"If you were anyone else," he says eventually, "you'd be benched." 

"I'm not benched?" you ask. 

"You disobeyed a direct order," he says, "and your actions affected the people around you. Someone else could've been hurt protecting you. You have to listen to what I'm telling you to do, or this is never going to work." 

You look at the hospital bed railing rather than face his disappointment. 

"But it's my fault." 

"What?" you ask, startled. 

"It's my fault you got hurt. I knew you couldn't handle it, and I let you go anyway. I'm… I'm weak." 

"What are you talking about?" you ask. "Weak? You're the strongest person here, with or without Rapture." 

He flinches at the drug's name.

You lay there, paralysed by your own mistake, your big mouth ruining everything for the thousandth time. If there's one thing you know about Miguel, it's that you never mention his weaknesses. His drug. His last attempt at a full life. You might be light-hearted, a free spirit, but you're far from stupid usually. Your emotional intelligence must've got lost somewhere on Earth-1844. 

"Sorry," you murmur, looking at him from under your lashes. "I didn't mean…" 

Slowly, so slowly, he puts his hand on your leg. It doesn't hurt, you've been medicated and stitched and his touch is far from cruel, but you're so startled that your breath gets caught in your throat. Miguel doesn't touch you unless he's giving you a vague reprimand, moving your hand from a button you shouldn't touch or a door you're not allowed to open. 

"I let you go on that mission, knowing you weren't ready, because you asked me to let you. I put selfish motivations over your safety. It won't happen again." 

You're not as brave as you think you are. You try to hold his hand but it looks so big, and you've never had him this close to you of his own accord. You're a moment away from nervous goosebumps. 

He looks up at your touch, your pinky finger wrapped over his, smaller and shorter but with the same pattern of calluses, skin abraded by tight gloves and rough surfaces. 

"Selfish motivations," you repeat in a murmur. 

"I don't– like saying no. To you." He couldn't sound more unhappy to admit it. 

"You say no to me all the time," you say. You don't mean to, but suddenly you're folding your fingers over his, forcing him to hold your hand. He doesn't stop you. He doesn't let go. "Like, ten times a day." 

"It's difficult." Your complaint is a blessing for him —the atmosphere around you shifts to something less vulnerable, and his permanently chagrined personality rears its head once again. He raises his eyebrows. "You make my life extremely difficult," he says flatly. 

"You make my life difficult, too," you say. 

You can't help but give him your fondest smile, your lashes kissing in the corners of your eyes.  

He visibly softens. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, just once. 

"Fantastic," he says, looking firmly away from you. "Great." 

"Isn't it?" you ask happily. 

He squeezes your fingers gently. It's almost imperceptible. "Yeah, it is," he says. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! also, im sorry if you already speak spanish i realised after that that detail was subjective to the reader, sorry!

[alexanderwales]

I've heard some people lauding the NATO phonetic alphabet, and am just sort of scratching my head about that.

Like, here were the criteria for words in the alphabet:

Be a live word in each of the three working languages.

Be easily pronounced and recognized by airmen of all languages.

Have good radio transmission and readability characteristics.

Have a similar spelling in at least English, French, and Spanish, and the initial letter must be the letter the word identifies.

Be free from any association with objectionable meanings.

But then you look at what they actually picked and it's like ... okay, you picked a bunch of names? You picked "Whiskey"? On the assumption that what, this is a drink that's common everywhere in the world? That everyone is fine having an alcoholic drink as one of the words? Nowadays I can pull up a global map of whiskey consumption, but that's not something they could do in the 50s, and I would guess that they were not considering e.g. Muslim pilots. (Some places do actually change out "Whiskey" for this reason, along with other regional variants, which are exactly the sort of thing you want in a standard everyone is supposed to be on the same page about.)

And alright, whatever, I think the list is kind of confusingly culturally bound given what the criteria were, but it served its purpose well enough ...

Except that as standards do, it began to be used in other places, including by civilians, and including by civilians when both parties have not agreed on the NATO phonetic alphabet. It would be great if we all had an agreed upon phonetic alphabet that everyone knew, but the fact that some people don't know it makes it a lot worse, particularly if you're on a customer service call, and particularly if you're on a customer service call with someone who is not a native English speaker and who was not raised in the same cultural context that the NATO phonetic alphabet assumes.

If you, like me, love terrible quality PDFs, then some helpful soul made a FOIA request for "The Evolution and Rationale of ICAO Spelling Alphabet", and you can read it. This is a fun read for me, because it's not just concerned with the phonetic alphabet, but the history of it, and in one case they're just like "welp, we have been completely unsuccessful in locating this file". And I'm sitting here in 2024 reading a ratty PDF of a file from 1959, thinking "yup, that's how it is sometimes, they do all that work making a report and then no one fucking preserves it".

(Most of the document is about whether they would use the US-UK version or the ICAO version, and then some modifications and why they were made, and this is all interesting, but I'm kind of still scratching my head about some of these, especially given what they say the criteria were. "An international alphabet designed to fit the multilingual requirements of all nations"? Maybe they really thought that's what they were doing in the 1950s.)

Anyway, this isn't to say that I think we need a new, better phonetic alphabet, just that I think the current one is not actually the pinnacle of standards that some people seem to think it is, and in fact, it contains a lot of baggage from the time and place it was made. Further, it's being used in places well outside the environment it was made for, and unless everyone is trained in it (and maybe even if they are) some of the deficiencies get magnified.

[ammomancer]

psychonauts character name meanings cuz i find them interesting

Razputin (Rasputin) - of the crossroads (Russian)

Lili - Alternate spelling of "Lily" or German, French, and Hungarian diminuitive of "Elizabeth", "God's promise" or "God's abundance"

Morceau - not an actual name, but the French word for a small piece of something (RUDE)

Sasha - Diminuitive of "Alexander", "defender of man"; if you're wondering how you get to "Sasha" from "Alexander", it specifically is from the Russian "Aleksandr". sidenote since he's German it should probably be spelled Sascha

Milla/Camilla - we don't actually know what this means! we know it comes from the Roman name "Camillus" but we don't know where that name comes from. "camillus" is a Latin word that means basically the ancient Roman equivalent of an altar boy, but this is probably unrelated to the name

Ford - a shallow place in a river or stream (English)

Dogen - this one is just made up. "dogen" is a word in a couple languages but they both have a soft g

Clem - short for "Clement", "merciful" (English, from Latin)

Crystal - just the English word crystal.

Maloof - variant of "Maalouf", a chiefly Lebanese surname from Arabic that may mean "exempt" or "protected"

Bobby - presumably short for "Robert", "bright fame" (Germanic)

James - ultimately from "Jacob", which may mean "supplanter" or "may God protect" (English, ultimately from Hebrew)

Theodore - gift of God (Greek)

Franke - ultimately from "Franciscus", "Frenchman" (Latin)

Nils - Swedish/Norwegian/Danish form of "Nicholas", "victory of the people" (Greek)

Mikhail - Russian form of "Michael", "who is like God?" (Hebrew)

Elka - unclear; possibly a diminutive of "Adelheid", "of noble birth" (German) or potentially a feminine form of "Elkanah", "God has created" or "God has possessed" (Hebrew)

Elton - Ella's town or old town (English)

Chloe - green shoot (Greek)

Phoebe - bright, pure (Greek)

Quentin - French form of "Quintus", "fifth" (Latin)

Milka - either a Finnish/Polish diminuitive of "Emilia", "rival", or from a diminutive of various Slavic names containing "milŭ", "gracious" or "dear"

Kitty - short for "Katherine", which has a debated etymology but became associated with "katharos", "pure" in Greek

Vernon - ultimately derived from a word for "alder" as in the tree (Gaulish)

Benny - short for Benjamin (son of the right hand, Hebrew) or Benedict (blessed, Latin)

Melvin - from "Melville", which comes from a Norman French word for "bad town"

Linda - soft (Germanic) or beautiful (Spanish, Portuguese)

Boyd - of uncertain etymology, Scottish

Gloria - glory (Spanish/Portuguese)

Bonita - pretty (Spanish)

Becky - short for Rebecca, "join" or "tie" (Hebrew)

Jasper - from Gaspar, which possibly comes from a Persian word meaning "treasurer"

Fred - peace (Germanic), if we assume it's short for Frederick then "peaceful ruler"

Napoleon - from the Italian name Napoleone, of uncertain etymology

Edgar - prosperous spear (Old English)

Lana - unclear, possibly "little rock" (Breton)

Dean - valley (English)

Crispin - curly-haired (Latin)

Penelope - either "weaver" or a type of duck (Greek)

Houston - Hugh's town (Scottish)

Caligosto - evokes "Caligari" and "Cagliostro"

Herndon - heron valley or corner valley (English)

Augustus - exalted, venerable (Latin)

Truman - trusty man (Middle English)

D'Artagnan - "from Artagnan" (which may itself get its name from a word meaning 'bear'); famously the name of the fourth Musketeer (French)

Hollis - from "holly" (English)

Harold - military commander (Old English)

Paul - small, humble (Latin)

Norma - from an opera character (a druid priestess from 1831's Norma), possibly inspired by the Latin "norma", "rule, standard" (which we get the word "norm" from)

Lizzie - short for Elizabeth, "God is my oath" (Hebrew)

Morris - Moorish (from Latin)

Adam - man (Hebrew)

Samantha - uncertain, likely related to Samuel ("name of God", Hebrew)

Gisu - Iranian Persian for a curl or lock of hair—I like to think it was a nickname she got as a baby that stuck, like Miley Cyrus

Jack - diminuitive of John, "God is gracious" (Hebrew)

Donatella - "given" (Latin via Italian)

Dion - possibly short for Dionisio, the Italian form of Dionysus (though it may not be, like Dion DiMucci of Dion and the Belmonts fame)

Frazie - my headcanon is that "-zie" is a diminuitive in Grulovian (compare Russian -ce/-tse and Polish -cia), so her name could be some variant of Frances or Francesca, or maybe an alternate spelling of Freya, "noble lady" (Old Norse). Alternatively maybe it's short for Euphrasie, the French form of Euphrasia, "good cheer" in Greek

Mirtala - possibly related to "myrtle", as in the plant; compare Spanish and Italian "Mirta"

Queepie - I don't think this is a real name but "queep" is a way of writing out a bird chirp

Compton - valley town (Old English)

Otto - wealth, fortune (German)

Cassie - usually short for Cassandra, possibly derived from "to excel, to shine"

Cassiopeia - Greek mythological wife of Cepheus and mother of Andromeda, namesake of a constellation; the name itself may be related to "cassia", which in modern English refers to multiple different plants, one of them being Cinnamonium cassia, which is one of the trees that cinnamon is made from the bark of and is also known as "Chinese cinnamon"

Gerda - brave spear (German)

Fannie - potentially short for Stephanie, "crown" (Greek), but more interestingly could be related to "Fàn", a surname that is a homonym with an obsolete word for "bee". it isn't pronounced the exact same but i imagine it's anglicized. potentially anglicized Fànying? i do not speak Chinese so this could be complete bullshit

Helmut - possibly "whole mind" or "whole spirit", potentially "brave helmet" (Proto-Germanic or Middle High German)

Lucrecia - alternate (predominantly Spanish) spelling of "Lucretia", an ancient Roman name potentially meaning "profit". Notably Lucretia was the name of a Roman noblewoman whose tragic death was said to have sparked a rebellion that led to Rome becoming a republic. WARNING for sexual violence and suicide if you choose to look that up)

Bob - short for Robert, "bright fame" (Germanic)

Tia - short for any number of names that end in "tia"

Marona - possibly related to "marrone" (Italian for chesnut) or "mâron" (Ancient Greek for what we now call cat thyme, Teucrium marum)

Lazarus - from Greek "Lazaros", originating from Hebrew "Eleazar", "my God has helped"

Gelsin - not a name, but the Turkish third person singular imperative for "come" (English doesn't have third person imperative so it's hard to explain but it's kinda like "let him come" or "he should come")

Zalto - yellow (Bulgarian), I think it might also be an Austrian or Italian surname but it's hard to find things about the name because it's the name of a fancy wineglass brand

Mithra - "oath" in Avestan (an Old Iranian language); the name of a Zoroastrian deity of light, justice, and friendship

Rokel - potentially from "Rockel", a German habitational name or a name meaning someone who bakes with rye

Gristol - not a real name but compare "grist", unground grain that's been separated from its chaff (the inedible parts, the word chaff is also used figuratively to mean something worthless or unwanted), used in the phrase "grist for the mill" meaning something is useful (particularly knowledge, experience, or information)

[mostrandomgallery]

What happens when you combine the greatest Fire Emblem game of all time with the greatest animated film of all time? Besides an AU that absolutely no one—not a single soul—asked for, you get the newest house at Garreg Mach Monastery...the Cotton Candy Elephants!

Unlike the Black Eagles, Blue Lions, and the Golden Deer, the Cotton Candy Elephants are open to accepting students from every region of Fódlan (so more like the Ashen Wolves), while the main three houses only accept students from their respective regions and conquered territories. This house has 9 students currently enrolled in it, one of which is the current house leader, Allegra von Hresvelg. When she made her appearance at Garreg Mach, Edelgard von Hresvelg of the Black Eagles was elated to find a surviving member of House Hresvelg that was close to her in age.

The house mascot is based on a majestic beast that lived in Fódlan's distant past, said to be part elephant, part cat, part dolphin, and made of cotton candy. Reportedly, it could cry candy and drive a chariot powered by song. Now lost to time and legends, Allegra chose to commemorate this beast in her house's banner.

Unlike her cousin Edelgard, Allegra is vibrant, lively, and positive, and has an eternally optimistic outlook on life. However, she can be a little immature at times. She loves her classmates even when they drive her nuts, the closest of which is her personal retainer, Tristesse von Edmund.

And now, it's time for Allegra's in-game stats:

Crest: Seiros (major)

Heroes’ Relic/Sacred Weapon: Seiros Sword, Seiros Shield (due to weakness in Axe, is not viable to have her use Aymr)

Strengths: Faith, Lance, Reason, Flying, Authority

Weaknesses: Axe, Brawl, Heavy Armor

Hidden Talent: Sword

Personal Skill: “Joyful and Bright”—When adjacent to any friendly/ally unit, grants a 5+ boost to Res, Lck, and Cha at the start of each turn

Unique Class(es)/Promotions: Noble → Lord, Light Flier → Holy Flier (a faith-based variant of the Dark Flier class)

Ideal Classes (generic): Soldier, Monk, Priest, Bishop, Pegasus Knight, Falcon Knight, Gremory

Learnable Magic: Heal, Fortify, Nosferatu, Aura, Abraxas, Seraphim, Warp, Rescue, Sagittae, Agnea’s Arrow

Ideal Combat Arts: Wraith Strike, Grounder, Hexblade, Finesse Slice, Tempest Lance, Knighkneeler, Glowing Ember, Monster Piercer, Euphoric Sparkle (unique to Holy Flier personal class)

Selection Quotes (Academy): "Alrighty!" (normal) "Let’s stay positive!" (mid-health), "I’m looking on the bright side!" (critical health)

Allegra has good base stats and excellent growth rates. Her best stats are Lck, Mag, and Cha. Her high growth rates in Cha make her an excellent tea party candidate, and she excels at choir practice. She is easy to build support with, and has very few disliked dishes; her favorite dishes being Sweet Bun Trio, Fisherman's Bounty, Pheasant Roast with Berry Sauce, and Peach Sorbet. If you want to build support through gifts, you may want to gift her a Tasty Baked Treat, a Goddess Statuette, a Board Game, an Armored Bear Stuffy, or a Sunflower. She can build support with everyone in her house, but her inter-house/faculty supports are limited to: Mercedes, Hilda, Ingrid, Ashe, Edelgard (yes a leader support!), Catherine, and Constance. As for S-Support, she is only available to Male Byleth.

I'm planning that on her route, Rhea decides to entrust the Seiros Sword and Shield to Allegra to fight the Adrestian Empire. Well, jokes on Rhea because Allegra plans to join up with Edelgard and destroy both the Church of Seiros and Those Who Slither in the Dark.

Fun Fact: The name "Allegra" is Latin for "joy". Since Spanish is my first language, there's obviously a connection to the words alegría (joy) and alegre (joyful). Originally, I wanted her to be part of House Bartels and bear the Crest of Lamine, but since Edelgard is a character that brings me joy, I made her part of House Hresvelg instead (even if it breaks the game lore, I'm just having fun!).

DO NOT REPOST!!! Also on deviantART

[cant-get-worse-than-this]

Introduction post!

Basics

Hi!!!

My name is Kesar (or any other variant of the name Caesar is fine to call me!) and I am 15. I am neurodivergent. I am an Asian-European (India and Sweden!), Hindu, and my pronouns are he/they!

Interests and Likes

I have a hyperfixation/special interest (I don't know which to use because I'm in denial about being autistic LMAO) of the Mediterranean, mostly Italy and Spain but also France, Portugal, Egypt, Greece, etc!

Languages

Due to my interest, I have taught myself Italian all on my own and I study Spanish at school since 2020, so I can speak them both at a good level.

All of the languages I speak as well as some more info on my history with them:

Swedish, I speak it every day and a bit at home

Hindi, I speak it every day at home with my family

English, I speak it here and I consume a lot of English media. Also I went to an international school for a couple of years.

Spanish, I've been learning it at school. Ever since I started learning it I've been the best in the class (this is very much a flex, I am very proud of the fact). I speak it at a very good level but I'm not close to fluent.

Italian, I am very proud of that I speak it because I learnt it all on my own using primarily music. I started learning it in 2021 but then took a LONG break for almost 2 years and in 2023 I got back on track and learnt it so well I'm almost at the same level at it as I am at Spanish hahaha

French, as I speak Spanish and Italian it wasn't that hard for me to get a grasp at French. I'm definitely not good at it and am best at written French, not spoken, but I understand enough to say I know it. Also, I can carry a conversation in French so. Yeah. I also really like Lupin.

Urdu, as I speak Hindi I understand Urdu well. Of course there are words I don't know, but since I understand so much of it and I speak it better than I speak Spanish or Italian I had to include it.

Music

My favourite song artists are Marco Mengoni and MIKA. They are my top 2. I love them so much.

I also listen to Mahmood, Måneskin, Queen, The Lonely Island, Lady Gaga, Kali Uchis, Megan Thee Stallion, Veronica Maggio, Shreya Ghoshal, and a lot more.

Apart from that I like English music from 2000 to the late 2010s. I also like Hindi music, rap (i listen to a LOT of Megan Thee Stallion, she's such a queen), Eurovision (although I am not supporting them this year due to them including Israel, Free Palestine🇵🇸), Hispanic music, Francophone music, Italian music and Swedish music. I also enjoy classical, both South Asian and European.

TV

I love TV! My favourites are dramedies. I like comedy a lot. My favourite type of show would be sitcoms because I understand them and I grew up with them and I like their humour. Here are TV shows I very, very strongly like in no particular order:

Psych, Brooklyn Nine Nine, Community, 1899, Mythic Quest, Lupin, Monk, SNL (Saturday Night Live) and probably more that I just don't remember right now.

I have also watched a lot of other things, but this is all that comes to mind.

There are films that I really like, and most of them I have watched more than a few times. Like there were literally periods when I would just keep rewatching these:

The Kung Fu Panda film series, The Hotel Transylvania film series, The Lorax (specifically the Italian dub), The Shrek film series, and once again probably many more.

Other stuff I like:

Doraemon, Spider-Man: Into The Spiderverse & Across The Spiderverse, Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhaan (2020), Smiley (2022), Saiki K (TV series, I haven't been able to read the manga :/), etc.

Books

Mostly I read fact books, in middle school the librarian hated me for (metaphorically) eating up all the books on ancient Egypt, but I also have a few books I really like!

I love Rick Riordan. My favourite from him is definitely The Kane Chronicles but I also like PJO. I'm TKC all the way, though.

I also like Geronimo & Thea Stilton as well as Diary of a Wimpy Kid. They give me comfort.

I have a lot of queer books I bought for the sole reason of them being queer but I haven't read them yet hahahaha. I'm almost finished with Friday I'm In Love by Camryn Garrett!

I am also reading Babel by R. F. Kuang and Marina by Carlos Ruiz Zafón!

Playlist time!

My Marco Mengoni playlist:

My Brad Bakshi playlist:

My Trobed playlist:

My Braddavid playlist:

My StottleMonk playlist:

My Sethon playlist:

That is all I can really come up with right now, but I will probably edit this soon! I'm not very good at stating what I like and all of that because I'm always scared I'm not telling everything or that people won't understand how I like it and stuff LMAO so don't be surprised if I take this post down :( I'm trying to get better though, so I'll keep it up!

[maniculum]

Google Docs vs. Geoffrey Chaucer

A while back, just for fun, I pitted Google Docs's fancy new (read: hilariously inept) machine-learning spellchecker against a chapter of my dissertation that contained a lot of quotations from Le Morte Darthur:

At the time I suggested I might go back and do the same with the chapters that included substantial quotation from the Canterbury Tales and (shudder) Piers Plowman... and today I find myself with little better to do, so let's give it a go. Below the cut.

Extremely helpful there, thanks. For the curious, gilofre is a plant; in Modern English it's gillyflower. Clowe is just "clove". "Clowe-galofre" is nowhere on Google or in the OED, but it seems "Galofre" is an attested surname, so Google thinks maybe that's what I meant.

Fascinating choices here. That is of course meant to be nutmeg, and Google Docs has seemingly decided that putting in a space to turn one misspelled word into two words, one of which is spelled correctly, is a positive development. That or this is a continuation of the previously-observed trend that Google turns things into brands and corporation as much as possible -- apparently there is a company called "Emuge-Franken", which is the only result for "emuge" on Google Search.

It hasn't gotten anything right so far, by the way -- all those red underlines I haven't screenshotted anything for, it either suggests a word that is wrong but unremarkably so, or fails to suggest anything.

(Never mind, it got a couple right in between the last one and this one.)

This is interesting in that it shows Google Docs interprets things differently based on capitalization. This instance of bityde is capitalized because it's at the beginning of the line; the other one in the phrase bityde what bityde, which isn't capitalized, Google is able to correctly interpret as "betide". However, it seems to think the first is a proper noun and makes different suggestions. (Blyde is the Afrikaans name of the Motlatse River in South Africa, it would seem.)

I am reluctantly forced to hand it to Google Docs with this one. Like, no, that's not what Chaucer meant of course, but I can respect the shot being taken. Also interesting that it gets the blue underline because you can't really spell a transliteration wrong, but that's not how the system we normally use renders it. Not sure why spere "spear" (Google suggests "sphere") and vestiments "vestments" (Google gets this one right) are also marked as blue (style/grammar) rather than red (spelling), though.

... and now I'm taking what I just handed to Google Docs back away. WTF is this? Why...? you know what, we're moving on.

Bafflingly, Google thinks there is nothing at all unusual about that first line. Yep, that's normal Modern English there.

And here's our first example in this post of Google Docs trying to suggest a spelling that is also in Middle English, because I very much suspect the data it uses has been contaminated. Actually, come to think, if their machine learning system bases its judgments on what other users write rather than the old system with a set dictionary, I bet all the people writing papers about pre-standardized-spelling English literature are really screwing up the data. Which is hilarious -- if true, that would mean that I'm actually part of the problem for writing this whole dissertation full of Middle English quotes in Google Docs.

You might think this is another example of the same, but in fact the change from -ioun to -ion makes that suspect, and the Middle English Dictionary doesn't recognize it without the <u>. And if you Google Refleccion, all the results are in Spanish. However, I can't seem to find it in a Spanish-English dictionary, and those same dictionaries tell me the Spanish for reflection is reflexion -- maybe this is a variant spelling? I only have basic high-school Spanish to draw on here, so if any of my followers are fluent and can explain refleccion to me, I would be interested to learn.

Hm... no, that's not right either. Although a quick Google search tells me that there is a YA book called Physik, so that's probably what's screwing up this one. Probably not ideal for that sort of thing to happen.

And this one, it seems, is French. (Again, according to the Middle English Dictionary, all the attested Middle English spellings have the <u> -- but the French cognate is in fact spelled just like Google suggests, as far as I can tell. I don't speak French at all, though, so grain of salt.) I wonder how that happened -- do non-English words just kind of drift into the machine-learning system's vocabulary? Possibly through the same mechanism I speculated about with the Middle English above -- i.e., people write documents that are mostly in English, but contain some quotations or something in other languages, and if that happens enough, Google starts to think it's an English word?

Wait, is that maybe what's screwing a lot of this up? Either Google's system is going "This document is in English, so all the words in it are English words" and thus stuff just keeps bleeding between languages and screwing up the dictionary, OR Google's system is just kind of language-agnostic and sees no issue with suggesting French words in a document that's mostly in English? Is this why there are so many words that aren't correct Modern English spelling, but which Google Docs doesn't mark wrong? Like, they happen to line up with words in other languages, so Google just thinks you're borrowing really haphazardly throughout?

Also, side note, it tried to correct "hir" to "hirt", which is not an English word, but apparently stands for High Impact Resistance Training. Moving on.

Shenden is a Middle English verb that basically means "to damage or destroy". You don't really see it much in Modern English, though the OED has a couple examples of 20th-century usage. Anyway, I thought this was another case of Google bringing in different Middle English words, but a quick search tells me "Sente" is a skincare brand. That's probably more relevant.

Google Docs again just ignoring whole lines.

Odd choice there, sight being closer than site in terms of spelling. Maybe the algorithm assumes that if you end with an <e> you probably mean the second one.

Interesting, Google Docs. Why do you think that should be "night"? (Oddly, it actually gets all the red-underlined words in this line correct, meaning it pretty much has the context of the word.) Somewhat weird suggestion there.

I'm about a quarter of the way through the document and I think this is long enough for now; I'll probably come back and reblog with additions later. Before I go, however, here are my lists of "things spellcheck should be able to fix but can't" from what I've gone through so far.

First, spellings that differ from Modern English by only one letter, but which completely stump Google Docs (i.e., it marks them wrong but only gives the "why am I not seeing a suggestion?" message):

Goute ("gout")

Herbes ("herbs")

Melodye ("melody")

Smale ("small")

Swete ("sweet")

Syde ("side")

Ther ("there")

Wel ("well")

And second, words that are not correct in Modern English but that Google Docs does not mark wrong:

Anoon ("anon")

Attempree ("a temperate")

Beautee ("beauty")

Bowle ("bowl")

Dar nat ("dare not")

Daunce ("dance")

Dede ("dead")

Doon ("do")

Dronke ("drank")

Dronken ("drunken")

Fyr ("fire")

Gyse ("guise")

Hadde ("had")

Hir ("her")

Hir ("their")

Hond ("hand")

Lak ("lack")

Lakked ("lacked")

Lordes ("lords")

Maad ("made")

Pyne ("pain")

Rasour ("razor")

Sayde ("said")

Shere ("shear")

Som ("some)

Sondry ("sundry")

Spyces ("spices")

Styward ("steward")

Syk ("sick")

Thencens ("the incense")

Usshers ("ushers")

Wente ("went")

Wyf ("wife")

Y-goon ("gone")

[nesnejwritings]

injured ( miguel o'hara )

Miguel O’Hara x SpiderPerson!Reader

summary - when he gets hurt

a/n - there is no use of y/n in this oneshot, reader is gender neutral as far as i'm aware but please let me know if there is any gendered pronouns in this. my spanish is weak as i wasn't raised to speak it due to multiple reasons but can understand some.

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It was supposed to be an easy mission, catch the anomaly and go home. But when is it ever easy, really? You had received an alert on the watch from LYLA to meet Miguel in his office for a debriefing of the mission, an easy in-and-out type of mission. It didn’t turn out that way, not by a long shot. 

The anomaly was a rogue Curt Connors, known as the Lizard, he was never supposed to be as powerful as he was but variants are unpredictable and both of you should’ve seen it coming. Curt Connors had breached E-928 sometime after midnight, he had hidden himself in an abandoned building that still had some construction necessities left over. Miguel had taken the lead in the fight against Connors while you followed shortly behind him. 

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You and Miguel work fluidly together, like notes of a symphony, switching sides to sling webbing over the larger-than-average Lizard as he slashed his sharp talons at the two of you violently and hissed wildly. Miguel takes the lead and wraps his neon scarlet webbing around the Lizard’s arms and shoulders, he planted his feet firmly on the concrete floor below his towering frame and dug his heels in as he tugged on the webbing harshly. You quickly wrap your own set of webbing around the Lizard to do the same as Miguel to hold the humanoid reptile still, just as you planted your feet a tale violently whips out and slams into your side which sends you flying across the open room your in. 

You cry out harshly as the hit knocks the air from your lungs and your body slams against the harsh material of the concrete floor, landing in a heap as you attempt to catch your breath. You slowly push yourself onto your hands and knees as you heave, your lungs suck in as much air as they’re capable as the sounds of fighting continue in the background of your ringing ears. You lift your head up and watch as Miguel is thrown into a pile of construction material, your ears catch his cry of pain and your senses are pushed into high alert.

“Miguel!”, Your voice carries across the empty space with desperation filling your tone, you see the Lizard launch himself onto Miguel’s downed figure as you sprint forward. You throw yourself onto the Lizard’s back from behind just as he claws into Miguel’s chest, your arms reaching forward to wrap around the giant reptile’s broad neck. You hold your hands out and shoot webs towards his wrists quickly and yank them harshly backward to web them against his scaly chest. Miguel remains on the ground which sends a spike through your body at the prospect that he’s injured enough to stay down, you shake the thought from your mind to concentrate on taking down the Lizard who had begun to wildly thrash around in your grip. 

You see a faint orange light coming from behind you and the sound of a portal opening, a motorcycle revs loudly as it emerges from the glowing dimensional portal. You glance out of the corner of your eye to see Jessica Drew landing a few feet away on the seat of her motorcycle, the engine roaring as the sound cuts through the nighttime air. A red net-like material is sent flying through the air from Jessica so you quickly jump away from the green reptilian quickly as the red net attaches to him and traps him within it. Your attention is brought back over to Miguel’s barely moving form, you feel a sharp pang in your chest as your body lurches forward as you sprint towards him. 

“Miguel!”, You shout out as you fall to your knees beside him, you can see blood had started to puddle beside his body and see the sharp end of a large section of rebar through his side just below his ribcage along with the gashes across his chest from the set of claws that had slashed at him. Your hands press around the wound carefully and hear a whine come from the man before you, you quickly shush him softly as you think of how to get him transported back to HQ. Miguel’s hands envelop your own as your fingertips prod around the wounds on his side, his stubbornness seems to cloud his mind as he pushes your hands away and forces himself to lift off of the rebar that was attached to the concrete floor despite your hurried protests. Your hands reach out to wrap around his waist carefully but ready to hold him up in case he fell, he forces himself to stay on his feet but is only able to walk forward a few steps before falling to one knee. You quickly grab his arm and wrap it around your shoulders as you tell him reassuring whispers, your heart squeezes in your chest painfully as you worry over him. 

Your hand presses firmly onto the deep wound the rebar had created as you support most of his weight due to your spider physiology, you open up a new portal directly into the med bay and lead him into it. As soon as his feet touch the smooth tile of the spider med bay, he collapses onto his front and pulls you down with him although you’re able to catch yourself with your hands. Your hands make quick work of turning him over onto his back and pressing into the wound as the shock from the med team wore off and they charged forward to assist. You’re gently shoved away from Miguel and watch as they lift him onto a gurney to wheel him into the back area where they could treat his wounds. 

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Your hand clutches his as you sit at Miguel’s bedside, they had to remove some debris from his side leftover from the rebar and clean up the deep gashes on his chest. Your eyes stare into the side of his peaceful face as he remained asleep, you knew his wounds shouldn’t take too long to heal but you couldn’t help but worry. You loved him but couldn’t find the courage to tell him just yet, this incident had scared you deeply and you had decided that you should tell him soon. You begged in your mind for him to open up those reddish brown eyes you love so much, you hated to see him this way as it was rare for Miguel to get hurt while on a mission due to him always being so careful. You had refused to leave his side since he was placed in his current room, your suit was still covered in blood as well as your hands although the thick red substance had long dried.

You had just laid your head down against the bed near his hand and your eyelids had just begun to close when you heard a soft groan come from above you, your head instantly snapped up to look at the hulk of a man whose eyes had begun to flutter open from his unconsciousness state. His name falls off your tongue in a whisper as shock fills your senses, you hadn’t expected him to wake up so soon and thought he would’ve slept long into the next day maybe two. Your hands shake as they clutch his, waiting for his senses to stabilize and for him to look at you. When his eyes finally meet yours, tears gather in your own e/c eyes when you fully realize he is awake and you weren’t just imagining it. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?”, You manage to ask through your relieved tears, you quickly reach up and wipe your cheek with your wrist. Miguel stares at your hands for a moment and a grimace appears on his lips, his eyes flick back to yours swiftly,

“I’m fine.”, Miguel spoke, an obvious lie due to his stubborn nature. You sigh softly as you look down at your joined hands, 

“You don’t have to lie to me, Mig.”, You mumble softly, loud enough for him to hear you but low enough so the medics can’t hear your conversation. You look back up at him and see an emotion that you’re unable to read in his eyes, you don’t know whether to be concerned or scared. You aren’t given the chance to respond as Miguel tugs on your hand and you stumble into his chest with a soft ‘oof’ escaping from your mouth, you feel his hands grip onto you tightly as he presses you into his mostly healed chest. You relax after a moment and press your face into the crook of his neck as you inhale softly, his scent relaxing your senses slowly as you remain in this embrace. After several silent moments, you pull away from him slowly but only just far enough to look at his face. 

Your hand reaches up and her palm presses against his cheek softly, your thumb caressing over his cheekbone slowly, “I thought I lost you, Mig, don’t do that again.”, You whisper halfheartedly to him, you watch as his lips form a half smile at your words.

“I’ll try harder next time, cariño.”, Miguel whispers, there’s a passing moment as your eyes meet in an intense gaze. There’s a soft message that gets passed between you before there is a pair of soft lips brushing against your own, your mind freezes instantly as thoughts race through your mind and as you feel him pull away, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck and pull him closer. Your lips move slowly together and harmoniously, your emotions spilling into this moment all at once and expressing themselves with each movement of your lips. After a moment, you pull away to pull air into your lungs but press your forehead against his gently, your hand moves from his neck to his cheek instead. This moment burns itself in your mind where it’ll stay for as long as you live and breathe. 

thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed this oneshot

© elqsiian all rights reserved

[satellite-blossom]

How did/do you refer to yourself in French? In portuguese we got the same issue so gender neutral terms would have to use neopronouns and vowel replacements

Hi ❢ Thank you for asking me this because I actually have quite a few things to say about it ❢

So while I don't use the agender label anymore, I'm still very much non-binary and, as a genderflux person with no other gender label, I am still genderless sometimes.

Something that never changed though was that I've never wanted people to refer to me using the most popular French neutral neopronoun : "iel". As you might be able to guess if you speak a little French, "iel" is the mix of the French equivalent of "he" : "il" + the French word for "she" : "elle". While I've never hated on that neopronoun itself, or the people who prefer others to refer to them as such, I've never personally vibed with iel because it's just a mix of our masculine and feminine third person pronouns, and I don't feel represented by that mix of the feminine and masculine. Back then I felt like I existed completely outside of the gender binary, so using a pronoun that was a mix of both sides was uncomfortable to me — nowadays it's just that the inclusion of the feminine in iel doesn't fit me.

I began to look for other pronouns, and I found some I still don't see a lot : ol/lo. These are pretty old and come from a little thought experiment made by a linguist trying to see what neutral pronouns would be in French if it kept the truly neutral word category of Latin. At first I also used écriture inclusive (the version with the "•e" and such) because I couldn't find how to spell gendered terms with ol/lo, but it was cumbersome and hard to explain, plus even I didn't fully understand how that type of spelling worked (I later found out that it sounds better out loud, ironically enough), so I just decided to use the official default versions of gendered terms (aka the masculine) alongside neopronouns.

Nowadays I use both il/lui and ol/lo to express my non-binary yet male-aligned identity, but also so people can use easier to understand pronouns to talk about me, and for all the sites in French that don't allow me to pick my usual neopronouns.

I know Spanish has its own more and more popular neutral neopronouns, but does Portuguese also have some ?

The issue French has compared to Spanish and Portuguese is that words can change a lot between the feminine and masculine versions, so we can't quite just replace a single vowel to get a new variant, which is why people instead try to say both versions of a gendered word separately or at once by matching all the endings together (both are versions of écriture inclusive). I kinda envy how comparatively simpler gendering words is in languages like Spanish or Portuguese. Meanwhile French speakers are stuck with "spectateur" (masculine), "spectatrice" (feminine), and attempted alternatives like "le spectateur ou la spectatrice" or "le•a spectateur•rice". ✌️😭

[tsukikoayanosuke]

Twisted-Wonderland Servers but I Gave Them Different 'Yuu' Names

Lu Yuan (Singapore Server)

Yuán (源), which means "headspring; source; root" in Chinese.

Lǚ (吕), which means "musical note" in Chinese and also refers to the former state of Lu, which was situated in what is now Henan province.

Black hair, bowl-cut hair, fangs, glasses, and a little chubby.

Just as strict as Riddle with the rule; top of their class: blunt and ruthless with their words; curse you in Chinese or Cantonese; play rhythm games like a madlad and will never stop until they get 'All Perfect'; good at money managing

Chishiya Yuno (Japanese Server)

Not to be confused with Game!Yuu (Nagamatsu Yuu)

Yuno (由乃), which means “reason” or “cause" in Japanese.

Chishiya (千士哉), from Japanese 千 (chi) meaning "thousand", 士 (shi) meaning "samurai, warrior", and 哉 (ya), an exclamation.

Brunette with your typical harem protagonist haircut; Kinda looks feminine actually

Yamato Nadeshiko personality and waifu material; Read and draw manga in class but still keep their grade steady; Not really want anyone to see their art; favorite food is Nissin Cup Noodle; will drain your wallet dry at a cafe date

Yule Piper (Australia Server)

Yule, means "winter solstice" in English.

Piper, a surname originally given to a person who played on a pipe (a flute).

Redhead with a cowboy/safari hat, and band-aid everywhere

Has the most chaotic energy between all of them; really an outdoor person; will climb trees and wrestle a crocodile (yes, including Sebek); make the best barbecue

Yuvia Harvey (North America Server)

Yuvia, a (modern) variant of Lluvia thar means "rain" in Spanish or Juvia "water; rain woman" in Sanskrit

Harvey, from the Breton given name Haerviu, which meant "battle worthy", from haer "battle" and viu "worthy". This was the name of a 6th-century Breton hermit who is the patron saint of the blind. Settlers from Brittany introduced it to England after the Norman Conquest. During the later Middle Ages it became rare, but it was revived in the 19th century.

Blond hair and blue eyes like stereotypical Barbie or Ken

Avid Twitter user and can be very toxic gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss; "I'm 19 and I never learn how to fucking read" energy; Will send you meme at 1 am; can be a loyal friend; cares for the little guy

[youthbled-12]

Happy Father’s Day (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

(Reader is a Gender neutral spider person and an ✨artist✨)

Summary: **You give Miguel a gift for Father’s Day :D

General Content Warnings: Uhhhhh Fluff? Spanish translations using spanishdict (feel free to criticize translations)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN SO LONG- HAVE THIS LITTLE FLUFFY CAR RIDE AND FATHERS DAY BASED STORY TWO DAYS LATE AS A LITTLE GIFT

One car ride. That is what Miguel O’Hara (unwillingly) promised you in exchange for the solo capture of a particularly difficult Green Goblin variant. That’s how you managed to get a startlingly quiet Miguel into your universe, into your hometown, into your car, and into normal civilian clothes.

For the first twenty minutes his tense state made the drive.. uncomfortable, a small tick in your spidey sense which never seemed to subdue. At a red light you began to tap at your radio, trying to find a station to land on, ending up unsatisfied as a horn behind you signaled the change to green. 

A few mumbles and taps on the radio from your passenger later, he finally found something you both could listen to. It took only a few minutes of the meaningless white noise for him to relax (only slightly), and finally your senses calmed, just in time for the exit.

“America’s Favorite Journey.” He sounded skeptical as he read the sign leading up to the Purple Mountain Way. “What have you signed me up for?” The first proper sentence he had spoken to you all day. Glancing his way to respond you note that both his tone and face were laced with annoyance.

“A nice calming drive to get you out of your dark musty office-“

“It’s not musty-“

“Shut-“

“But-“

“SHUT- out of your dark, angsty office-“ 

Your change of words received an unintelligible grumble.

“And into a fresh environment so that maybe you can stop sulking and snapping at everyone. Does that sound acceptable?”

You were once again met with annoyed, almost mocking, mumbling.

“You need to speak up, boss man.”

“Fine! I said fine!” From the corner of your eye you could see him pinching the bridge of his nose before he reached for the buttons embedded into the door, rolling down his window. Your window fell soon after

You let the silence fall upon the two of you again, turning the radio up just a notch so it could still be heard over the wind blowing around the car. His hair was even more beautiful after having the wind ruffle it about.

You each took turns humming or tapping along to different songs you knew, making the simple cruise down the winding two lane road something more enjoyable.

Your peaceful ride was interrupted by whatever no-name radio host was running the station. “Y’all miss me? Hope all you listeners out there are enjoying your Father’s Day, be it as a father or for the fathers in your life, make sure to give-“ The radio host was interrupted by a new random channel, Miguel’s calmed demeanor shattered by the unknowing and unknown man through the radio waves. A few more channel switches later before he landed on another one, leaning back into his seat tense once more.

LYLA, the wonderful AI she is, had given you the full rundown of what had happened to Miguel. His search for a universe with his happy ending. His takeover of his own identity. His daughter. The collapse of the universe. She even showed you the heartbreaking footage.. needed a day to recover after that one.

In turn that meant that many topics were off the table for casual one-on-one discussion. Non-spider-person alternate selves, children, daughters, fatherhood…

That was the reason you had brought him out here. To pull his mind away from the day. Fathers Day. Or at least.. an attempt to make it less shitty.

“You alright over there?” You glance once more to Miguel, who was now staring out the open window at the rolling hills and giant trees. Taking a moment to adjust your driving grip you hold your right hand out to him. An offer of the only small comfort you could give him at this moment.

“I’m fine.” He didn’t even bother to turn to look at you, only doing so after you tap him in the chest a few times, turning to at your hand almost bewildered. “What are you…” 

“Take my hand asshole.” All it took was another vaguely aggressive shake of the hand before he obliged, hesitantly hovering his hand over yours. You waited a moment before properly grabbing it, messaging his knuckles in an attempt to ease some of his tension. A fruitless attempt but not an unwelcome one.

After what felt both like an eternity and a second he pulled his hand away, leaning closer to his door, as if he was yearning to throw himself out of the moving car, stopped only by the knowledge of the steep mountain cliff to his right.

“Miguel.. if you want to-“

“No.”

You were silent for a moment. “Alright.. well. Open the glovebox.” Feeling him turn to look at you, you reached over to roll the windows back up.

“What?”

“I have something for you Miguel. Open the glovebox.”

“Dios mío, ¿por qué estuve de acuerdo?” [My god, why did I agree?] He took a moment to think about it before actually opening the glovebox, finding a small package wrapped in blue wrapping paper. “Seriously?”

“Open it!” You began to slow down near one of the outlook spots, pulling into the small parking lot which belonged to the scenic view, parking notably horrendously, and turning to watch him.

Squinting at you for a moment, eyes asking if he really has to, Miguel sighs and finally opens the gift. 

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You had been pouring every single skill you had ever acquired into this work. It had to be perfect, and it had to be done soon.

Somehow, someway you managed to get LYLA to give you one photo of Miguel and his daughter. It took alot of quiet conversations, and promises, and a hell of alot of missions, but you finally got it. After discovering his past you had decided Miguel needed something… different to decorate his dark office. Art. Not just some meaningless color splotches titled with philosophical one liners, but something personal, and this was it.

Almost too invested in the craft, your spidey sense had to notify you to the opening gold portal behind you, giving you barely enough time to hide the image and turn to face the very man you were drawing, his mask dematerializing the second he entered. Exhaustion was etched into all of his features, the dark circles more prominent, his stance more relaxed, his suit glitching in a few places revealing scratches and scrapes.

With a sigh you stood to fetch your first aid kit. “You know you have a med bay for a reason, right?”

Miguel gave a stifled chuckle as he fell back onto your couch, closing his eyes as he attempted to relax, allowing his suit to reveal his injuries, “You stole your aid stuff from them, it's basically the same. Plus they would put me on bedrest.”

“Maybe you need to be.” Sitting beside him you began cleaning and tending to his wounds, squinting in the dim light. “You know you should give me a warning before you just show up. I'm a busy spider.”

“You can sacrifice a few minutes to patch me up, can't you mi vida?” [my life] His head had tilted just enough for him to gaze at you through squinted eyes.

“Of course, I always would but- i have to have at least a little privacy, yeah?” You finished patching up his wounds, gently patting the bandages that had been applied before returning your supplies to their rightful place.

“Como deseas querido.” [As you wish dear] His suit materialized once more, small glitches where the bandages were placed. Once you returned he slowly stood, taking a deep breath as he opened another portal, one which you quickly moved to stand in front of.

“Hell no! Guest bedroom. Now. You need rest.” 

“But-”

“No butts. Guest room. Now. A change of clothes is in the top drawer.”

Miguel smiled a bit, nodding as he slowly trudged down the hallway to a room that had basically become his personal hospital room. He was followed shortly after by you with a few glasses of water and a take out menu. 

The artwork would have to wait for a later date.

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That later date had come and gone, and the artwork was now resting in Miguel's hands, in the specially built frame for it which you had made ensuring it was protected on all sides.

Miguel was silent for a long time, staring at the gift. A shaky breath and a few teary eyed blinks he finally looked up to you, a small smile on his face.

“Are you alright?”

Miguel nodded, reaching to grab one of your hands, Pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, accompanied with a whispered “gracias, cariño,” [Thank you, my dear] was enough to tell you how grateful he was.

“Happy fathers day Miguel.” Your grip on his hand tightens as you bring his hand up to reciprocate the back of the hand kiss.

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Epilogue One: The large gold portal appearing in the Parker residence was normal, but the individuals exiting it… not so much. 

Of all the people to attend Peter B’s spider person fathers day barbeque, he least expected Miguel O’Hara to show up, although with the sight of you dragging him through the portal, everything made a little more sense. The new arrivals wandered, having small conversations here and there before finally reaching the host. You turned to MJ, whispering something about drinks, or maybe about Mayday, whatever conversation you two were having was interrupted by Miguel speaking to Peter B directly. It was something simple, a little grin and a “Happy Fathers Day.”

The simple declaration made something new shine in Peter B’s eyes as he pulled Miguel in for the tightest hug he could muster. “Happy Fathers Day to you too, bud.”

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Epilogue Two:

Jess typically has good timing when it comes to Miguel. At least when it comes to catching him at the perfect time for mission reports. This time, though, she dropped in during his lunch break. Lucky her- she got to explore, and the first place she went was that incredibly slow descending platform.

Upon hunting for the elevator button she happened upon a framed drawing of Miguel and his daughter, and a little handwritten note, definitely not in Miguel's messy scrawl.

“You're doing amazing cariño, you always do.”

A/N: I have not written an x reader in AGES but I had this idea I needed to share. If anyone would like another one feel free to request and ill see what I can do,

[pandoramsbox]

Sci-Fi Saturday: Once in a New Moon

Week 14:

Film(s): Once in a New Moon (Dir. Anthony Kimmins, 1935, UK)

Viewing Format: Streaming - Amazon Prime rental

Date Watched: 2021-08-27

Rationale for Inclusion:

For all the influence British authors had in shaping the science fiction literary genre, it's taken 14 weeks of posts to get to a film from the United Kingdom. As with most of the new-to-me films watched thus far, I discovered the existence of Once in a New Moon (Dir. Anthony Kimmins, 1935, UK) via the Wikipedia list of 1930s sci-fi films.

Filmed in black and white and clocking in at an economical 63 minutes, Once in a New Moon was a "quota quickie," or what in the United States would be called a B-movie: a low cost, low quality film that would ideally make more money than it took to produce. In other words, the classification of cinematic works more widely associated with film noir and 1950s sci-fi cinema.

Reactions:

It never occurred to my partner or me that we were watching a "quota quickie" in terms of production quality or effects whilst watching Once in a New Moon. The contrast between its quality versus higher budget sci-fi films of the 1930s is not as apparent as the films of the 1950s.

Narratively, Once in a New Moon is more fantasy than science fiction due to only the loosest of cosmic explanations being put forth to explain why the English village of Shrimpton-on-the-Sea would temporarily break away from the Earth and become a self-contained planetoid. At least Harold Drake (Eliot Makeham) is enough of a man of science to attempt a scientific investigation of the phenomena impacting the village, even if many affluent citizens dismiss his theories, insisting that the surrounding countryside has simply been flooded.

The film, however, is more concerned with being a satire of British class and social structure than a sci-fi or fantasy film, which is fine. As someone who grew up on Twilight Zone reruns, I am a sucker for genre tales as social commentary. The satiric bent took my partner and me by surprise, but it also provided an interesting change of pace from the sci-fi films we had watched thus far, which were more concerned with having a general moral than direct commentary on a specific aspect of humanity.

Although, I doubt that Owen Rutter, the author of the original novel on which it was based, or writer-director Anthony Kimmins expected the satire in Once in a New Moon to age as well as it has. Shrimpton-on-the-Sea eventually reconnects with the Earth, albeit after a civil war nearly breaks out amongst its residents, and normality is restored, with little to no immediate evidence that Drake's theories about the phenomena were correct. One of the last lines of the film is Lady Bravington (Mary Hinton) reiterating to Drake that the phenomena that impacted the town was, "just a flood." The audience knows that the supercilious woman is wrong, and it underscores the refusal to accept facts that are inconvenient to her and her class that had been witnessed throughout the film. The moment is a perfect note to end the satire on.

Watching Lady Bravington needing to get the last word in with her incorrect position stung in 2021 though. Yes, by then most shelter-in-place restrictions around the COVID-19 pandemic had been lifted thanks to the first version of the vaccine being available to the general public, but anti-maskers, anti-vaxxers and people who insisted that the deadly and debilitating virus was "just a cold" remained an ever present reality, as additional variants of the disease continued to be a threat to public health. Lady Bravington turned out to be the archetype of every conservative, science denying, self-assured white lady of recent memory.

Maybe I should not be too shocked by this commentary, as both the author and screenwriter had lived through the Spanish Flu Pandemic of 1918, and anti-maskers existed then too. Still, it adds to the reality of the satire in Once in a New Moon and makes the film one of my favorite discoveries of this survey.

[evita-shelby]

Rules: Share your OC's full name and the meaning/origins behind it. Then (If you'd like) inculde any insights or symbolic meanings about their name you wish to share, or just your reasons for giving them the name that you did!

No pressure tags: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @call-sign-shark @thegreatdragonfruta @red-riding-wood @runnning-outof-time @arcielee @assortedseaglass

Eva Leonor Smith Riley

Cw: use of a slur, mentions of suicide

For oc names i go with how the parents would name them given the society they live in and vibe. Eva was no different.

Eva gets two lastnames because of naming conventions in mexico, so its her father's surname followed by mother's maiden name.

So first name and middle name:

Eva: is the latin spelling of the hebrew words Chava/Hava meaning life or life giver.

While i could lie and say Eva’s name was chosen of the symbolism that she helps Tommy heal and grow into a better man, she is named Eva after Evita Peron, first lady of Argentina who after her dictator husband was overthrown.

She was rather influentian and there was a myth taht where her body was hidden(it was exhumed and stolen) flowers would appear there.

Eva's name also comes from a 1917 femme fatale played by Mimi Derba in La Tigeresa named Eva who pretended to be a poor woman to win the heart of a lower class man and then broke up with him, faked her death which drove him insane only for her (now married to a rich man) to visit the institution he was in for charity and he kills her in his mad rage.

While the femme fatale is more in line with s1 Grace , Eva reveals in Of Gods and Witches she seduced the president's son and when he discovered his father was gonna have her assassinated while under house arrest he commits suicide ala Antigone and Haemon. This all happened while she was secretly dating her best friend and cousin’s secret girlfriend, Antonia.

But in the fic, Eva is named Eva because her mother, Isabel, schemed to make herself go into labor in the Sistine Chapel(right ubder God's Creation of Eve)to get the current Pope (Benedict XV) attend the baptism and his successor the future Pope Pius XI to be her godfather because the archbishop of mexico refused to go to her family's estate to baptize Eva’s older brother Gabriel.

Leonor: is the portuguese and spanish variant of Eleanor meaning Torch, light and/or sun ray.

Leonor was the name of her great grandmother who descends from Emperor Moctezuma, the last Aztec ruler, through his son Juan Moctezuma who was made a spanish noble. Leonor Moctezuma, Eva’s great grandmother, was born to a member of the Moctezuma family and a Nahua secretary in Mexico City.

Last Names:

Smith: anglo-saxon 'to hit or strike' possibly related to a person who was a metal worker.

So Smith is a common English surname and the surname of a romani traveller king named Absalom Smith in the early 19th century. He died in 1826 with the title of king of the gypsies (please excuse the slur)and had been elected so in the early 19th century according to the Mamchester Times. He was a fiddler and his daughter Beatte Smith was so beautiful there is portrait of her in Belvoir Castle, Manchester.

The Smiths were apparently an important Romani family like the Boswells who the Shelbys claim descendance from and the Welsh Romani woman Tommy seeks to see if the sapphire was cursed is also a Boswell. Eva was originally going to be a Boswell but that would've made her a relative of Tommy and i decided against it.

Riley: anglicized irish last name meaning rye-clearing.

So Eva’s grandfather Patrick Riley was an Irish immigrant and oc nephew to John Patrick Riley, Captain of the Saint Patrick's Battalion who were composed Catholic Irish, Scotsmen. Freed slaves and men of color tired of the racism they dealt with in the US and defected to Mexico right before the Mexican American War in the 1850s.

John Riley immigrated to the US due to the Great Famine and despute being known for his great strength of character and morality died alone and penniless in Veracruz as the torture and defeat of his battalion at the hands of the americans left him with very severe trauma and teh letters D on both sides of his face branded onto his skin for desertion even though he deserted before the war.

It provides as to why Eva is of mixed race and how her grandmother who is old money ended up having red haired children and show how diverse Mexico actually is

[catchingbigfish]

name meaning tag game

thank you for the tag @winterandwords!! this hasn't come my way since i started Conversion, so i'll do all the characters from it! i'm gonna look up the actual meanings, too.

rules: list your OCs and explain their name meanings

Rosalyn: i misremembered the name of a bakery from my hometown (Roselyn), and part of the story is that she gets rechristened because everyone else has really soft-sounding/vowel-ending names, so i thought it would work perfectly to call her Rose (because another character is named after a flower). apparently, it has roots in words meaning "horse" and "malleable" lol

Josephine: i have this weird thing where i can't name characters after my relatives, and there's one beautiful name that's similar to Josephine, so that's where i ended up when i wanted to use my relative's name. it's a feminine form of Joseph and in hebrew Joseph means "he will add".

Dahlia: this was the easiest name to come up with, i chose it for the flower it evokes! that's also what it means, lol.

Anais: chose it for Anais Nin, ngl. i just wanted something unusual that ended with an -s. it's probably a variant of Anahita, which means immaculate or undefiled.

Ximena: she needed a Spanish name and i completely misremembered the name of a singer i liked a long time ago. it's a feminine version of the masculine Ximeno, which has an unclear meaning, but may be related to the word seme (son) or Simon (hearing, listening).

Marlene: this started out as a placeholder when i was brainstorming ideas for the original cult story that morphed into this that will eventually become the second novel in the duology. it was originally based off an idea related to Marlene Dixon, a real-life cult leader, so i just called her that to make it easy in my notes. it stuck because i instantly registered her face (literally a photo from a crochet pattern i saw in a magazine) when i read her name in the context of the story notes. it's a combination of Maria and Magdalene (like Marlene Dietrich, whose name was Maria Magdalene Dietrich -- what a cool fact to learn, i had no idea!) and it's related to Mary Magdalene!

i'm tagging @words-after-midnight because i don't think i've seen you do one of these?? and @words-dead-to-the-outer-world and @oh-no-another-idea! (i somehow just saw both of you tagged me in games like a whole 2 weeks ago, i have no idea how i missed them, but ty for tagging me! hopefully i'll circle back to them soon!)

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When Special Interests Collide: 9-1-1 & Linguistics Edition

Peruvian and Mexican Spanish are unique dialects - heavily influenced by local indigenous languages - where several words don't even sound similar to each other. An "accent" isn't going to be what trips Eddie and Buck up when talking to each other, it's going to be slang and regional differences.

Think soda vs pop vs sodapop vs soft drink vs coke or coca-cola vs lemonade vs Sprite vs other brand names for lemon-lime soda. All equally correct ways to refer to the same thing, varying only by dialectical context and specificity. (In some parts of the South, all soda is coke or coca-cola. In some parts of the world as a whole, all lemon-lime soda is called lemonade while lemonade itself is lemon juice. In my part of the world, all lemon-lime soda is Sprite.)

Some dialects are more common - almost everyone in North America who learns Spanish in school learns Northeastern Mexican Spanish with Texan influence and almost everyone in Europe who learns Spanish the same way learns Castilian Spanish.

(Eddie may have learned any of the 10 dialects of Spanish local to Mexico from his family or even a Texican variant from before the border changed. He may also be fluent in Spanglish, which is a structured code-switching system between Spanish and English, with some creole words thrown in where appropriate to its own internal rules.)

Andean-Coastal Spanish is the most common form spoken in Peru out of five recognized dialects, and it's extremely common in Ecuador as well but almost unheard of in the United States and Canada.

It's not just "saying words funny" or "sounding like the white boy he is". It's far more like a Scots English speaker talking to a Bostonian. Which I'm aware sounds exactly like "saying words funny" to the uneducated, but that's why I'm making this post. <3

An accent is how the oral posture (the way the parts of your mouth move) of your native language affects how you say words in a learned language. It can also be how the posture of your native signed language affects how you form signs in others, or how the alphabet of your native language affects how you write characters and symbols in another alphabet.

You can have a strong accent, but not a bad accent.

A dialect is a variation of a language, with its own grammar, syntax, and vocabulary similar but distinct from other dialects of the same language. Or, in rare cases, grammar or vocabulary completely different from other dialects! Most dialects of the same language are mutually intelligible, meaning you can understand what the person means even if not what they say.

You can speak a different dialect or mimic a dialect badly, but you cannot speak a wrong dialect.

A language is a system of communication with distinct, nuanced rules governing how - and sometimes in which situations - it is used. Most languages are mutually unintelligible, meaning the speaker of one cannot understand the other at all. If two languages are from the same language family, they may be partially intelligible instead, meaning you can get the gist or pick up keywords, but you cannot understand completely.

In addition to speaking a different language, you can speak a wrong language or speak a language badly, depending on the context.

TL;DR: Peruvian and Mexican Spanish are dialects of the same language, with similar but different rules and vocabulary, which Buck would speak with an American accent. As a bilingual person, if Eddie learned Peruvian Spanish, he would likely speak it with an American accent on some words and a Mexican Spanish accent on others. If Buck was speaking Peruvian Spanish correctly and Eddie was speaking Mexican Spanish, they would mostly understand each other, but not completely, and their accents would not affect that.