i am at the very beginning of the rest of my life. this truth will not change with age
Part Four of "Stand Here on the Edge With Me" is out on ao3 today!
Read it here!
I can feel the tension...👀🫦
@inkalchemist was mad at me because i didn’t tell her about that time crosby chocked on a mozza stick, so i decided to create this list of dumb/funny hockey anecdotes/things hockey players have done
that time tyson barrie injured himself wrestling with a teammate during worlds
that time andre burakovsky climbed into a random car thinking it was his uber
that time giroux got arrested for touching a cop’s butt (touching people without their consent is not funny, but this seriously counts as dumb)
brian dumoulin thinks indie music is “indian music”
ilya bryzgalov thinks a lot about the universeÂ
supposedly, taylor hall offered a girl a gucci purse in exchange for anal
mark messier kept the whole 1993 st louis roster waiting outside of a club in new york
ovechkin gave vodka to his teammates during the all star game
sidney crosby’s superstitions
just… the whole water police thing
i’m sure there are like a thousand more so please feel free to add
currently obsessed w taylors eyes and the way he looks at henry is just so so expressive and soft and exudes adoration and love it’s just so 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
(yes this is abt the karaoke bar scene)
there are different types of bilinguals
the All Around: speaks, reads, and writes both languages pretty well
the Conversational: one language is stronger than the other; can speak the other language a lot better than they read/write it (a lot of kids of immigrants are this type)
the High Schooler: understands what’s being said to them in the other language, can’t really speak it
don’t have your characters randomly drop words from their other language mid-sentence around people who don’t speak it lol
languages are a mindset thing. like personally if i’m around english-speakers, i’m speaking english and i don’t really switch to my other language (which is portuguese)
so like if you’re writing a bilingual character who speaks spanish and have them say something like “hey chad let’s go to the biblioteca” to an english speaker i’ll probably spend 5 minutes laughing and then close your story lmao
exception: the character is speaking in their weaker language and forgot a word (”where are the…? uh… llaves…. keys! keys, where are they?”)
otherwise really the only time your character should be randomly switching languages mid-sentence is if they’re talking to another bilingual
like i don’t speak spanish but i’ve legit never heard a spanish speaker say “ay dios mio” to gringos lmao
conversations between two bilingual people can take a few different forms:
Pick One: they pick one language and kinda stick with it for the whole conversation (a conversation i might have with my portuguese-speaking mom: ”you okay?” “yeah, i’m good. how’re you?” “i’m fine, but your dad-”)
Back-and-Forth: someone says something in one language, the other person replies in the other (”tudo bem?” “yeah, i’m good. how’re you?” “tou bem, mas o seu pai-”)
Combo: they speak a combo of the two languages, a popular example being spanglish, though basically every bilingual has their own combo language (”tudo bem?” “sim, tou bem. how’re you?” “i’m fine, mas o seu pai-”)
when in doubt: just ask a bilingual to look at your stuff and tell you if anything sounds weird
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.
remember how the blade of marmora was teaching keith that to be a valuable member of the war efforts he had to be willing to sacrifice his life. remember when he tried to do that. remember when they never addressed that ever again ever in the whole show
rough klance sketches to get me through exam season I breathe them like air