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pollonegro666 · 1 year

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2023/01/21 En su origen, el pueblo vivió de la pesca aunque sus habitantes estaban resguardados en un promontorio a salvo del ataque de piratas que surcaron los mares en la antiguedad.

Originally, the town lived from fishing although its inhabitants were sheltered on a promontory safe from the attack of pirates who sailed the seas in ancient times.

Google translation into Italian: Originariamente il paese viveva di pesca anche se i suoi abitanti erano riparati su un promontorio al sicuro dall'attacco dei pirati che in tempi antichi solcavano i mari.

Google Translation into French: A l'origine, la commune vivait de la pêche bien que ses habitants fussent abrités sur un promontoire à l'abri des attaques des pirates qui sillonnaient les mers dans les temps anciens.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Originalmente, a cidade vivia da pesca, embora seus habitantes estivessem abrigados em um promontório a salvo dos ataques de piratas que percorriam os mares em tempos antigos.

Google Translation into Arabic: في الأصل ، كانت المدينة تعيش من الصيد على الرغم من أن سكانها كانوا محميين على نتوء آمن من هجمات القراصنة الذين جابوا البحار في العصور القديمة.

Google Translation into German: Ursprünglich lebte die Stadt vom Fischfang, obwohl ihre Bewohner auf einer Landzunge geschützt vor den Angriffen von Piraten waren, die in der Antike die Meere durchstreiften.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Fillimisht, qyteti siguronte jetesën nga peshkimi, megjithëse banorët e tij mbroheshin nga sulmet e piratëve që bredhin detet në kohët e lashta në një kep.

Google Translation into Armenian: Ի սկզբանե քաղաքն ապրում էր ձկնորսությամբ, թեև նրա բնակիչները պաշտպանված էին ծովահենների հարձակումներից, որոնք հնում շրջում էին ծովերում հրվանդանի վրա։

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Първоначално градът се е прехранвал от риболов, въпреки че жителите му са били защитени от нападенията на пиратите, които бродили в моретата в древността на нос.

Google Translation into Czech: Původně se město živilo rybolovem, i když jeho obyvatelé byli chráněni před útoky pirátů, kteří se v dávných dobách proháněli po mořích na výběžku.

Google Translation into Croatian: Izvorno je grad živio od ribarenja, iako su njegovi stanovnici u davna vremena na rtu bili zaštićeni od napada gusara koji su harali morima.

Google Translation into Slovak: Pôvodne sa mesto živilo rybolovom, hoci jeho obyvatelia boli chránení pred útokmi pirátov, ktorí sa v dávnych dobách na výbežku potulovali po moriach.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Prvotno se je mesto preživljalo z ribolovom, čeprav so bili njegovi prebivalci zaščiteni pred napadi piratov, ki so v starih časih tavali po morju na rtu.

Google Translation into Estonian: Algselt elatus linn kalapüügist, kuigi selle elanikud olid kaitstud mereröövlite rünnakute eest, kes iidsetel aegadel neemel merel ringi rändasid.

Google Translation into Suomi: Alun perin kaupunki eläytyi kalastuksesta, vaikka sen asukkaat suojeltiin merirosvojen hyökkäyksiltä, jotka muinoin vaelsivat merellä niemekkeellä.

Google Translation into Greek: Αρχικά, η πόλη βιοποριζόταν από το ψάρεμα, αν και οι κάτοικοί της προστατεύονταν από τις επιθέσεις πειρατών που τριγυρνούσαν στις θάλασσες την αρχαιότητα σε ένα ακρωτήρι.

Google Translation into Dutch: Oorspronkelijk leefde de stad van de visserij, hoewel de inwoners werden beschermd tegen de aanvallen van piraten die in de oudheid op een voorgebergte over de zeeën zwierven.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Opprinnelig levde byen av fiske, selv om innbyggerne ble beskyttet mot angrep fra pirater som streifet rundt i havet i antikken på en odde.

Google Translation into Polish: Pierwotnie miasto utrzymywało się z rybołówstwa, choć jego mieszkańcy byli chronieni przed atakami piratów, którzy w starożytności przemierzali morza na cyplu.

Google Translation into Romanian: Inițial, orașul trăia din pescuit, deși locuitorii săi erau protejați de atacurile piraților care cutreierau mările în antichitate pe un promontoriu.

Google Translation into Russian: Первоначально город зарабатывал на жизнь рыболовством, хотя его жители были защищены от нападений пиратов, которые в древности бороздили моря на мысе.

Google Translation into Serbian: Првобитно, град је живео од риболова, иако су његови становници били заштићени од напада гусара који су у давна времена лутали морима на рту.

Google Translation into Swedish: Ursprungligen försörjde sig staden på fiske, även om dess invånare var skyddade från attacker från pirater som strövade omkring i haven i antiken på en udde.

Google Translation into Turkish: Aslen şehir balıkçılıkla geçimini sağlıyordu, ancak sakinleri antik çağlarda bir burun üzerinde denizlerde dolaşan korsanların saldırılarından korunuyordu.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Спочатку місто заробляло на життя рибальством, хоча його жителі були захищені від нападів піратів, які в давнину бродили по морях на мисі.

Google Translation into Bengali: মূলত, শহরটি মাছ ধরার মাধ্যমে জীবিকা নির্বাহ করত, যদিও এর বাসিন্দারা জলদস্যুদের আক্রমণ থেকে সুরক্ষিত ছিল যারা প্রাচীনকালে সমুদ্রে প্রমোন্টরিতে ঘুরে বেড়াত।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 最初，这座城市以捕鱼为生，尽管它的居民受到保护，免受古代在海角上漫游海上的海盗的袭击。

Google Translation into Traditional Chinese: 最初，這座城市以捕魚為生，儘管它的居民受到保護，免受古代在海角上漫游海上的海盜的襲擊。

Google Translation into Korean: 원래 이 도시는 어업으로 생계를 유지했지만 고대에 곶에서 바다를 배회하던 해적들의 공격으로부터 주민들을 보호했습니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: במקור העיר התפרנסה מדיג, למרות שתושביה היו מוגנים מפני התקפות של שודדי ים ששוטטו בים בימי קדם על צוק.

Google Translation into Hindi: मूल रूप से, शहर ने मछली पकड़ने से जीवनयापन किया, हालांकि इसके निवासियों को समुद्री लुटेरों के हमलों से बचाया गया था, जो प्राचीन काल में समुद्र में घूमते थे।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Awalnya kota ini mencari nafkah dari memancing, meski penduduknya terlindungi dari serangan bajak laut yang mengarungi lautan pada zaman dahulu di sebuah tanjung.

Google Translation into Japanese: 元々、この都市は漁業で生計を立てていましたが、その住民は古代に岬で海を歩き回った海賊の攻撃から守られていました.

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Башында шаар балык уулоо менен жан бакчу, бирок анын жашоочулары байыркы убакта деңиздерди тумшукта аралап жүргөн каракчылардын кол салууларынан корголгон.

Google Translation into Malay: Pada asalnya, bandar ini mencari rezeki dari menangkap ikan, walaupun penduduknya dilindungi daripada serangan lanun yang berkeliaran di laut pada zaman dahulu di tanjung.

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਮੂਲ ਰੂਪ ਵਿੱਚ, ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਮੱਛੀਆਂ ਫੜਨ ਤੋਂ ਗੁਜ਼ਾਰਾ ਕਰਦਾ ਸੀ, ਹਾਲਾਂਕਿ ਇਸਦੇ ਵਸਨੀਕਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਸਮੁੰਦਰੀ ਡਾਕੂਆਂ ਦੇ ਹਮਲਿਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਸੁਰੱਖਿਅਤ ਰੱਖਿਆ ਗਿਆ ਸੀ ਜੋ ਪ੍ਰਾਚੀਨ ਸਮੇਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਸਮੁੰਦਰਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਇੱਕ ਪ੍ਰੋਮੋਨਟਰੀ ਤੇ ਘੁੰਮਦੇ ਸਨ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: په اصل کې، ښار د کب نیولو څخه ژوند کاوه، که څه هم د هغې اوسیدونکي د سمندري غلو له بریدونو څخه خوندي شوي وو چې په لرغونو وختونو کې په سمندر کې په پروموټري کې ګرځي.

Google Translation into Persian: در اصل، این شهر از طریق ماهیگیری امرار معاش می کرد، اگرچه ساکنان آن از حملات دزدان دریایی که در زمان های قدیم بر روی دماغه ای در دریاها پرسه می زدند محافظت می شدند.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Noong una, ang lungsod ay naghahanapbuhay mula sa pangingisda, bagaman ang mga residente nito ay protektado mula sa mga pag-atake ng mga pirata na gumagala sa dagat noong sinaunang panahon sa isang promontoryo.

Google Translation into Thai: เดิมที เมืองนี้หาเลี้ยงชีพด้วยการตกปลา แม้ว่าชาวเมืองจะได้รับการปกป้องจากการโจมตีของโจรสลัดที่ท่องทะเลในสมัยโบราณบนแหลม

Google Translation into Urdu: اصل میں، یہ شہر ماہی گیری سے روزی کماتا تھا، حالانکہ اس کے باشندے بحری قزاقوں کے حملوں سے محفوظ تھے جو قدیم زمانے میں سمندروں میں پروموٹری پر گھومتے تھے۔

#2023/01/21 #En su origen #el pueblo vivió de la pesca aunque sus habitantes estaban resguardados en un promontorio a salvo del ataque de piratas que surcaron los mar #Originally #the town lived from fishing although its inhabitants were sheltered on a promontory safe from the attack of pirates who sailed the seas in #Google translation into Italian:#Originariamente il paese viveva di pesca anche se i suoi abitanti erano riparati su un promontorio al sicuro dall'attacco dei pirati che in #Google Translation into French:#A l'origine #la commune vivait de la pêche bien que ses habitants fussent abrités sur un promontoire à l'abri des attaques des pirates qui sillonnaient #Google Translation into Portuguese:#Originalmente #a cidade vivia da pesca #embora seus habitantes estivessem abrigados em um promontório a salvo dos ataques de piratas que percorriam os mares em tempos antigos.#Google Translation into Arabic:#في الأصل ، كانت المدينة تعيش من الصيد على الرغم من أن سكانها كانوا محميين على نتوء آمن من هجمات القراصنة الذين جابوا البحار في العصور الق #Google Translation into German:#Ursprünglich lebte die Stadt vom Fischfang #obwohl ihre Bewohner auf einer Landzunge geschützt vor den Angriffen von Piraten waren #die in der Antike die Meere durchstreiften.#Google Translation into Albanisch:#Fillimisht #qyteti siguronte jetesën nga peshkimi #megjithëse banorët e tij mbroheshin nga sulmet e piratëve që bredhin detet në kohët e lashta në një kep.#Google Translation into Armenian:#Ի սկզբանե քաղաքն ապրում էր ձկնորսությամբ #թեև նրա բնակիչները պաշտպանված էին ծովահենների հարձակումներից #որոնք հնում շրջում էին ծովերում հրվանդանի վրա։#Google Translation into Bulgarian:#Първоначално градът се е прехранвал от риболов

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onoranzetriolo · 2 months

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Palermo, bimba nasce, in ambulanza del 118, alla rotonda di via Oreto.

La neo mamma era partita con il marito da Ciminna per raggiungere il Civico. Il tempo a disposizione, però, è finito durante il tragitto e così i sanitari della Seus l’hanno aiutata a partorire sul mezzo: la piccola Roberta e la donna stanno bene e sono in ospedale. Le doglie iniziavano a diventare sempre più frequenti e forti. Arrivare per tempo in ospedale sembrava un’impresa impossibile. Una…

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#dopo una serie di spinte e il taglio del cordone ombelicale #fanno sapere dalla Seus #i sanitari hanno fatto salire la donna a bordo dell&039;ambulanza per proseguire la corsa verso l&039;ospedale. Arrivati all’altezza della #il tempo a disposizione era finito. E così #la piccola Roberta è venuta al mondo. Sia la neonata che la mamma #però #stanno bene e si trovano ora in ospedale.#Una volta intercettato il mezzo guidato dal marito della partoriente

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winny-cabral · 3 months

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#Mana Di #fala nos sobre o seu nível acádemico😂😂

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ofertasnaweb · 4 months

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#di gaspi #celebre seus sonhos #promoção #ofertas na web #natal

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meggie-moo · 5 months

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i have so much drawing to do, but also…i need to read. i now have time off which means i cannot pick my hobbies

#meg’s incoherent thoughts #LIKE I HAVE SO MANG WHAT SHOULD I DI #DO #i have shows i need to binge so i can get to the christmas episodes #i need to continue learning to drive #i have so many things i want to bake #and holiday gifts to make #i’m rhyming in here like dr seus up in this bitch

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gooperts-gunk · 3 months

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i saw someone on twitter writing qsmp names in korean and im trying so hard not to be bothered i know they have good intentions but it was just so wrong in parts so instead here's how qsmp names would be written in korean BY THE SOUND not how they're written. note that i am not korean nor on the korean side of qsmptwt but as a casual kpoppie it's a rite of passage to learn hangul and try to learn korean at one point therefore though i am not a trusted source i do know the basics of the phonetics LUL

alphabetical order & categorized!

get ready for me to infodump on mouth sounds

update from the morning after this post: fixed/optimized some!!!

english speaking creators:

badboyhalo: 밷보이헤이로 (baed-bo-i-he-i-ro/lo) i infer it'd be easier to just call him 헤이로 out of every part of him name please let's halo-truth bbh. the 헤이 slurs into the "hey/hei" sound, very little accentuation on the just one part, it works as one!!

dantdm: 단티디엠 or 댄티디엠 (dan-ti-di-em, daen-ti-di-em) i've heard both pronunciations for the name dan, it's a matter of preference here! EDIT: also possibly 댼 instead which is also daen but like, not really? but also they're really similar? and i don't know how to hear the difference but there is one and nevermind don't worry about it man

fit: 피트 (pi-teu) directly would be 핕 but that's just a tricky one it's bound to have a soft ㅡ sound following

foolish: 푸리쓰 or 푸리쌰? (pu-ri/li-sseu, pu-ri/li-ssya) THIS ONE IS TRICKY if it does go 쌰 it's be a soft one, but more likely 쓰 EDIT: IS IT 풀리쎠 (peul-ri-ssyeo) ?!?!?!? IM STILL ON THIS FOOLISH IS SO TOUGH TO PUT INTO HANGUL IM NOT GONNA BE OVER IT

ironmouse: 아이욘마우스 or 아이룐마우스 (a-i-yon-ma-u-seu, a-i-ryon/lyon-ma-u-seu) this one feels tit for tat, same same, just a minor difference in accentuating the r in iron or not! EDIT: could also be 아이런 (a-i-reon) or 아이론 (a-i-ron) !!!

jaiden: 제이든 (je-i-deun) no notes very easy and straightforward one

lenay: 르네이 (reu/leu-ne-i) same with jaiden's!

nihachu / niki: 니하추 or 니아추, 니키 (ni-ha-chu, ni-a-chu, ni-ki) another same same thing with ni-HA or ni-A, just depends on accentuation or not! the 추 may possibly be said as 츄 instead, but im unsure of which

philza: 피르쟈, 피르 (pi-reu/leu-jya, pi-reu/leu) no notes, straightforward! as you will come to notice, f's usually translate to ㅍ's, and z's usually translate to ㅈ's!

quackity: 콰키티 (kua/kwa-ki-ti) no notes! i heard like months back that quackity's korean fandom endearingly calls him 키티 i think?? fun fact i remembered :)

slimecicle / charlie: 스라임씨컬, 챨이 (seu-ra/la-im-ssi-keol/keor, chyal/chyar-i) wow okay so how do you write charlie in korean because i KNOW there's no way it's 챠르리 (chya-reu-ri) my tongue is tripping over the 르리, it has to be 챨이, or 챠리, or 챨리 right??? okay the more i think the more 챨리 (chyal-li) sounds right ok everyone go home i think it's 챨리 LUL

tinakitten / tina: 티나키던, 티나 (ti-na-ki-deon, ti-na) no notes! straightforward!

tubbo: 터뽀 (teo-bbo) no notes! but also i feel like there's other ways to write it that im just not convinced are correct LUL

wilbur soot: 윌버 쑽 (wil/wir-beo ssut) no notes!

spanish speaking creators:

carre: 카레 (ka-re) no notes!

elmariana: 에르마리아나 or 엘마리아나 (e-reu/leu-ma-ri/li-a-na, el-ma-ri-a-na) the reason why i included 에르 alongside 엘 is because it ends up sounding like "ed", the L/R sound in korean is in that same range and when said fast or cut abruptly like 엘, it sounds like a D, if not for context :) so 엘 COULD work! but it'd be hard to recognize it as an L/R sound without some extra space made for the sound. this is also relevant for elquackity!

german: 헤르만 or 헬만 (he-reu/leu-man, her/hel-man) same thing as last note applies here! it'd sound like HED-man more than HER-man but, still, could work!

luzu, arin: 루쥬 or 루주, 아린 (ru/lu-jyu, ru/lu-ju, a-rin/lin) no notes! i see luzu more said with the 쥬 sound instinctively but it's one of those either or i think EDIT: if it were the spain pronunciation i think it'd be 루튜 (lu-tyu) or 루뜌 (lu-ddyu) ??? the thhh sound doesn't exist in korean but this is the closest it gets i think

maximus, maxo: 맠수머스, 맠서 (mak-su-meo-seu, mak-seo) okay at this point my brain is mush and im sure there's a better way to write this but it's a tricky one. the 맠 could also be 막 (mag) but im unsure where in the mouth the difference is between 맠 and 막, because hangul is very mouth oriented, it's allll about tongue placement, and i am SO not on that X_X EDIT: i change my mind it's 막 for maximus but 맠서 is fine i think idk how to explain is just is. also alternate pronunciationfor maximus: 막씨머스 (mag-ssi-meo-seu)

missa sinfonia: 미싸 씬퍼냐 (mi-ssa ssin-peo-nya) yeah that seems about right (my brain is melting everything is hangul) no notes! EDIT: ok but IS it possibly 미사 (mi-sa)??? im doubting myself here

polispol, pol: 폴에쓰폴, 폴 (pol-e-sseu-pol, pol) no notes!

rivers: 리버스 (ri/li-beo-seu) no notes!

roier: 로이예 or 로이옐 (ro/lo-i-ye, ro/lo-i-yer/yel) this is one of those scenarios where an abrupt L/R sound works just fine! don't know how to explain it! but it just works!

rubius: 루비어스 (ru-bi-eo-seu) no notes!

spreen: 스프린 (seu-peu-rin) no notes!

vegetta: 베헷따 (be-het-dda) okay i don't know how to explain but tonalities of how you say vegetta in spanish make me think 베 and that the tta would be equal to the sharpness of 따 stick with me here i've been doing hangul names for so long now i can't see the end of the horizon EDIT: for some reason im changing my mind it might be 페헷따 (pe-het-dda)

willyrex, willy: 위리렉스, 위리 (wi-ri-reg-seu, wi-ri) okay again idk how to explain but the reason why ㄱ and not ㅋ is because it just feels like it instinctively, like that's a deep ㄱ abrubt stop, not a high ㅋ abrupt stop. im losing my marbles

portuguese speaking creators:

bagi: 바지 (ba-ji) no notes!

cellbit: 셀비트 (sel-bi-teu) guys this is getting hard. yes it's somehow sel and not se-leu. yes it's bi-teu and somehow not bit. if it were bit it'd be missing the aftermath TCH sound and i think it sounds good with it. the sel has space to breathe and isn't abrupt. stay with me. we're almost done EDIT: fellow hangul enjoyer anon in ask box said 셀빛 (sel-bich/bit) or 셀비츠 (sel-bi-cheu) if with the accent, i like these, ur getting put on the fridge with the best magnets. 빛 is a fun one because it sounds pretty much the same to 빝 or 빗, all end in the same stop of the tongue going to the roof of the mouth, but 빛 in particular means "light" and i think that's nice :)

felps: 펠릅스 (pel-reub-seu) holy moly i didn't expect this to be a tongue twister but i think i nailed it

mike: 마이크 or 마이키 (ma-i-keu, ma-i-ki) i've heard mike being called mikey so i included it for fun because there's been so much hardship. so so much. we're in this together.

pac: 팩 or 패크 (paeg, pae-keu) paeg and not paek because it's just a more throat based sound to say pac idk man. pae-keu is a hypothetical im losing it man i don't know anything anymore EDIT: okay i change my mind it's definitely 패크 over 팩 im so loopy from hyperfocus overload man EDIT EDIT: i can also see 팍 (pak) being used though that isn't how it sounds for us, i can see someone saying it that way in korean if they were to read it before hearing it and then go from there

french speaking creators:

antoine daniel: 안투완 단옐 (an-tu-wan dan-yel) in french the a's are long so 단 over 댄 is a guaranteed. the yel could be accentuated more but you get the point by now

aypierre: when french accent, 아이피에히, when english accent, 에이피에어 (a-i-pi-e-hi, e-i-pi-e-eo) (thank u anon for contributing 피에어 that makes much more sense)

baghera jones: one way is 바게라 전스 the other is 바길라 전스 (ba-ge-ra jeon-seu, ba-gil/gir-ra jeon-seu) a baGERa or bagEARa dilemma.....

etoiles: 에투왈 (e-tu-wal/war) no notes!

kameto: 카메토 (ka-me-to) no notes!

THERE!!!! IT'S DONE!!!! this was hard but i feel like i got most right. and when im wrong let's just say this was just hangul practice and not serious right guys, just practice round, right??? we don't take me so serious, right??? just stick fight with totem??? if you know korean especially the phonetics better than me which is NOT a high bar at all, you can step over that bar EASY, tell me a better way to write these thank u! smile :)

bonus round coming at you live from the morning after!!! some others that i thought "yeah let's include you"

im gonna be working on this on and off all day i think so don't be scared if someone isn't here chances are brain is doing something else but will add it later :)

cucurucho: 쿠쿠루쵸 (ku-ku-ru/lu-chyo) no notes!

walter bob: 월터 법 (weol/weor-teo beob) could also be 봅 (bob)

chayanne: 챠얀 (chya-yan) or 차얀 (cha-yan) no notes!

tallulah: 타룰라 (ta-lul-la) no notes!

ramon: 라몬 (ra-mon) or if you're pac you say 하몬 (ha-mon) heehee :)

dapper: 답퍼 (dab-peo) or possibly 답뻐 (dab-bbeo) but im not so sure about that one

leo / leonardo / leonarda: if you speak english it's 리오 (li-o) if you speak spanish it's 레오 (le-o), then add on 날도 (nar/nal-do) or 날다 (nar/nal-da) :)

richarlyson / richas: 리찰리손, 리차스 (ri-chal/char-li-son, ri-cha-seu) no notes!

pomme: 펌 (peom) or 폼 (pom) both work here!

trump: 트람프 or 트럼프, to make it trumpet change the 프 to 펫 (pet/ped)

tilin: 티린 (ti-lin/rin) no notes!

juanaflippa: 환나프리파 (hwan/huan-na-peu-li-pa)

bobby: 법비 (beob-bi) or 봅비 (bob-bi) both work here!

empanada: 엠파나다 (em-pa-na-da) no notes!

pepito: 페피토 (pe-pi-to) no notes!

sunny(sideup): 선니사읻엎 (seon-ni-sa-id-eop) this one works nicely because the 읻 bleeds into the 엎 and sounds like it's one full iddeop :) this one is an ending in ㅍ not ㅂ moment but i don't know how to explain why

#goopert talks qsmp #qsmp #i've been here 30 years. some of these were fun to do though i liked EXCEPT THE DIFFICULT ONES but fun NOT YOU MAX & FOOSH THAT WAS TOUGH #okay fine i'll main tag but im SHY. be NICE. please. thank you.#long post

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midnightstarsthings · 28 days

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Analise de teoria de The Kid at the back/Theory analysis of The kid at a back .

Game Created by: @fantasia-kitt

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While I was taking a look at the author's FAQ answers about the game, it was shown and theorized by the game's fandom that perhaps Sol and MC were together in a past life but, as in all of Edgar Allan Poe's works, she dies.

And about the Annabel Lee synopsis that I ended up taking a look at, the poem's narrator describes his love for Annabel Lee, which began many years before, in a "kingdom by the sea". Although they were young, their mutual love burned with such intensity that the angels became envious. It is for this reason that the narrator believes that the seraphim caused her death. Even then, their love is strong enough that it extends beyond the grave and the narrator believes that their two souls are still intertwined. Each night, he dreams of Annabel Lee and sees her eyes twinkle in the stars. Each night he lies beside her in her tomb by the sea

And looking at the whole poem, it focuses on an ideal love that is exceptionally strong. In fact, the narrator's actions show that he not only loves Annabel Lee, but he adores her, something he can only do after her death.

Something that we seem to be seeing here in the game.

And as already said, Solivan is a lover of the works of Edgar Allan Poe (the poem about the crow is a bit tense for me because of a bird) but there is a catch that is, for me, a coincidence...

In all of the author's works, the same element that was Edgar Allan Poe's favorite theme is always referenced and used:

The death of a beautiful woman.

This element was well used in the altar's works. And one thing that makes me believe that besides Solivan is perhaps delusional about the things he says to himself... perhaps the theory that he and Mc in a past life were together might be coherent in parts (since the boy is possibly delusional) And unlike the poem "The Raven", in which the narrator believes that he will *"never"* be reunited with his beloved again...

"Annabel Lee" says the two will be together again, as not even demons "can ever separate" their souls.

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Enquanto eu dava uma olhada em respostas de FAQ's da autora sobre o jogo, foi mostrado e teorizado pela fandom do jogo que talvez sol e mc ja estiveram juntos em uma vida passada porem, como em toda obra de Edgar Allan Poe, ela morre.

E sobre a sipnose de Annabel lee que eu acabei dando uma olhada, o narrador do poema descreve seu amor por Annabel Lee, que começou muitos anos antes, num "reino junto ao mar". Embora eles fossem jovens, o amor mútuo queimou com tal intensidade que os anjos se tornaram invejosos. É por essa razão que o narrador acredita que o serafim causou sua morte. Mesmo então, seu amor é forte o suficiente que estende além da sepultura e o narrador acredita que suas duas almas ainda estão entrelaçadas. Cada noite, ele sonha com Annabel Lee e vê o brilho de seus olhos nas estrelas. Cada noite ele se deita ao lado dela em sua tumba ao pé do mar.

E vendo o poema todo, ele foca em um amor ideal que é excepcionalmente forte. Em fato, as ações do narrador mostram que ele não apenas ama Annabel Lee, mas ele adora ela, algo que ele pode apenas fazer após sua morte.

Coisa que parece que estamos vendo aqui no jogo.

E como ja disse tambem, solivan e amante das obras de Edgar Allan Poe(o poema do corvo e um tanto tenso pra mim por causa de um passaro) so que tem um porem que e pra mim uma coecidencia...

Em todas as obras do autor, e sempre referenciado e usado o mesmo elemento que era o tema favorito de Edgar Allan Poe..:

A morte de uma linda mulher.

Esse elemento era bem usado nas obras do autor, uma coisa que me faz acreditar que alem so solivan talvez estar delirando sobre as coisas que diz pra si mesmo... talvez a teoria de que ele e mc em vida passada terem ficado juntos talvez seja coerente em partes(ja que possivelmente o garoto ta delirando)

E que ao contrário de do poema "The Raven", em qual o narrador acredita que ele "nunca mais" irá se reunir com sua amada novamente...

Em "Annabel Lee" diz que os dois irão estar juntos novamente, como nem mesmo demônios "podem nunca separar" suas almas..

#the kid at the back vn #solivan brugmansia

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idollete · 2 months

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ָ֢ ㅤ ✧ ㅤ︙ ㅤ۪ㅤ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𓂂

𝑤arnings: conteúdo exclusivo para +16.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ elenco lsdln x leitora gravidinha; uso de termos em espanhol (‘la albiceleste’ - a alviceste [apelido popular da seleção argentina]; ‘chaparrito’ - baixinho; ‘me vuelves loco’ - você me deixa louco); menção a sexo; palavrões.

notas da autora: ele demorou mais chegou!!!! irmãs, essa é a minha primeira vez fazendo um headcanon na vida então ocês vão relevando qualquer coisa, dois beijinhos e feliz dia das mulheres di novo!!! ♡

agustín pardella:

no minuto que você revelou que estava grávida, agustín se tornou o homem mais feliz do mundo, ele te abraçaria apertado, te pegaria no colo e sacudiria, mas quando lembrasse do motivo de toda aquela felicidade, te colocaria no chão de volta, todo preocupado enquanto pedia desculpas e perguntava se o bebê estava bem.

a princípio, ficaria mais receoso de te tocar de um jeito errado e machucar, pois sabe da sua força e intensidade.

assim que te via sentindo dor ou quando estava mais introspectiva e/ou dengosa, largaria tudo que estivesse fazendo e te encheria de cafuné.

se transforma na hora do sexo. em um dia específico, depois de te ver insegura com a própria aparência, fez amor contigo, da forma mais doce possível, acariciando todas as suas curvas, especialmente para te lembrar o quanto te apreciava e amava. ele era carinhoso, sem perder a intensidade.

às vezes, no meio da madrugada, quando vocês não conseguiam dormir, ele te agradeceria do nada e diria que aquele era o melhor presente da vida dele.

SUUUUUUPER protetor, não te deixaria nem beber um copo de água por conta própria.

no parto, ele só conseguia pensar que queria pegar toda a sua dor e transferir para o corpo dele, sentia que o coração se partia a cada grito seu e te incentivaria a descontar toda a dor nele.

enzo:

se emociona muuuito quando você conta a novidade para ele e ficaria sorrindo à toa pelos cantos, todo bobinho, durante a semana inteira (e olhe lá se não pelo resto dos nove meses).

quando você começa a pegar barriga, ele, toda noite, religiosamente, prepararia um banho de banheira para ti. chegaria pertinho e diria daquele jeito apaixonante ‘o banho está pronto, chiquita’.

resistiria a fazer sexo contigo, não por falta de vontade, só receio mesmo, precisaria ser convencido e mesmo depois de aceitar (o que te levaria um tempinho considerável), preferia te dar prazer, principalmente através do oral, sendo delicado e explorando a sua sensibilidade cada vez maior.

tiraria a mesma foto todos os dias para acompanhar a evolução da tua barriga (e faria muitos outros registros também, o novo hobby dele era montar um álbum de fotos, passaria horas e horas revelando as fotografias e organizando o material).

julga (secretamente) todas as combinações bizarras que você faz quando sente desejo, mas sairia no meio da madrugada para comprar o que você pedisse.

a paternidade deixa ele ainda mais reflexivo, você sempre o pegava sentado perto da janela encarando a rua com o pensamento distante, não de um jeito ruim, triste, mas só contemplando a vida de uma forma diferente, apreciando o novo sentimento que a vida dele ganhou, materializado no teu ventre e em ti.

esteban:

faria questão que a criança tivesse educação bilíngue, no espanhol e no português, porque ele valoriza muito a tua cultura e suas origens. então, desde o comecinho, te incentivava a falar em português com a barriga e ele também faria isso (ele cantaria espatódea toda noite pra tua barriga).

tomaria a frente de todas as suas consultas, exames, remédios etc. ele seria 200% presente, estaria sempre fazendo perguntas aos médicos e sendo participativo. fez até amizade com a sua ginecologista nesse meio tempo! se envolvia em tudo que é oficina, eventos, aulas, e em muitos lugares seria sempre o único homem/pai presente.

ele se esforçava muito para disfarçar, mas tinha um tesão ABSURDO no seu corpo (principalmente nos seus peitos!!!), às vezes se perdia na conversa e ficava encarando eles por um tempão. na hora do sexo, te endeusava dos pés à cabeça. não passava vontade (até porque perguntou a todo médico que conhecia se vocês poderiam transar mesmo), ficava muito tranquilo em ir atrás de ti e te seduzir, gostava ainda mais quando era você que ia atrás dele, toda carentezinha.

gosta de deitar a cabeça no teu colo e grudar o ouvido na tua barriga, jurando que a qualquer momento iria escutar o bebê ou senti-lo chutando, mas queria também criar um vínculo desde o primeiro dia com a filha, queria que ela reconhecesse a voz dele assim que viesse ao mundo.

chorou horrores no parto.

morria de preocupação a cada movimento que você fazia, não tirava a sua autonomia, mas ficava em cima para garantir a sua segurança.

fernando contigiani:

pai de menina!!!!

descobriu que você estava grávida antes mesmo de ouvir de ti de tão bem que te conhecia, mas esperou que você revelasse.

ele já era o cara mais encantador e cavalheiro do mundo, mas conseguiu se superar durante a gravidez. te levava café na cama, massageava os seus pés inchados toda noite, te colocava na banheira e te dava banho quando você estava cansada (e quando não estava também). tendo a oportunidade, pediria férias do trabalho para ficar o tempo inteiro contigo em casa.

o sexo não era um problema para ele, fernando é um homem racional e não precisou que ninguém dissesse o que poderia e não poderia ser feito, ele já sabia de tudo. não hesitava em chegar por trás de ti, cheirar a tua nuca e apertar suas coxas, te dizia o quanto você era linda, o quanto te queria e sussurrava tudo que pretendia fazer contigo naquela noite.

recitava poesias ou lia algum clássico da literatura para ti e para a sua barriguinha toda noite.

no parto, te incentivava a cada segundo, dizia o quão orgulhoso estava de ti e que você estava indo muito bem, não soltou sua mão em momento nenhum e a única coisa que o fazia sair do teu lado era ir até a o berçário, observar a filhinha de vocês.

fran:

pergunta quinhentas vezes no mesmo dia se você está bem, se está sentindo alguma coisa e se, numa escala de 0 a 10, o quão provável era da sua bolsa estourar naquele exato momento.

todo dia aparecia com um livro ou artigo sobre gravidez/maternidade/paternidade e te contaria todo animadinho as coisas que havia aprendido.

ficava envergonhado de te pedir por sexo e sempre dava um jeito que se esconder no banheiro para se tocar quando a vontade ficava insuportável demais. quando você o pegou no flagra um dia, ele não resistiu e vocês transaram ali mesmo.

quando sua bolsa estourou, ele te olhou e falou ‘en serio? buenisimo!’, sem se tocar de verdade no que você havia dito. quando ele - enfim - percebeu, começou a correr pelo apartamento, repetindo a lista de itens que vocês precisavam levar para o hospital.

passava HORAS deitadinho contigo, preferencialmente um de frente para o outro e pelados, não de um modo sexual, era afeto na sua forma mais pura. ele te enchia de carinho, beijava o teu rosto, desenhava a tua silhueta com os dedos. podiam ficar em silêncio, conversando, ele cantaria para ti, vocês discutiriam opções de nomes. ele só queria existir contigo e ter sentir juntinho dele, não importava o que estariam fazendo.

teve uma crise de riso quando você disse que estava grávida e depois começou a chorar perguntando se era sério mesmo.

matías:

achou que era brincadeira quando você disse que estava grávida, deu risada e disse ‘aham, e eu nunca mais vou foder contigo na vida’. parou no meio do caminho, estranhando o seu silêncio e foi aí que caiu em si. ficou de boca aberta por minutos, tentando assimilar o que tinha acabado de ouvir.

no fundo, no fundo, ele se sentia um pouco inseguro com a ideia de ser pai, pensava que por ser muito novo poderia acabar pisando na bola, que precisa amadurecer, ser mais responsável, porque viviam dizendo que ele era menino demais, mas quando vocês foram na primeira consulta e ouviram os batimentos do bebê, ele percebeu que aquela era a coisa mais bonita que poderia ter lhe acontecido.

para te pirraçar, ficava relembrando todas as últimas vezes que vocês transaram, ‘aposto que eu te engravidei daquela vez, lembra? quando você não conseguiu esperar chegar em casa e me implorou ‘pra te foder no carro mesmo’.

e por falar em sexo, ele também ficou obcecado com as mudanças no seu corpo. um dia, percebendo seus seios maiores, ele parou todo desconcertado na sua frente, coçando a nuca e tentando se lembrar do que queria falar antes daquilo tudo. mais tarde, chegou no seu limite e disse que precisava te foder.

todos os dias ele contava histórias de vocês dois para a sua barriga. quando se conheceram, o primeiro encontro, a primeira viagem juntos, quando conheceu seus pais, quando te pediu em namoro.

se divertia experimentando todas as coisas estranhas que você tinha desejo de comer, sempre que ia comprar trazia um pouco mais para que vocês dividissem.

pipe:

a primeira coisa que faria ao descobrir que você estava grávida seria comprar uma camisa do river e outra da argentina para recém-nascidos (ele é emocionado).

(exala energia de pai de menino!!!!!!) te falaria dos inúmeros planos de levar o filho para jogos, contar sobre como ele viu a grande la albiceleste ganhar a copa do mundo em 2022, ‘chaparrito, foi a última copa do messi, foi épico’.

sentia um fogo de mil incêndios em você, ele literalmente ficava ansioso pelos momentos em que seus hormônios se descontrolavam ou quando você acordava no meio da madrugada e começava a se esfregar nele, cheia de dengo. ele só sabia dizer ‘ay, mami, me vuelves loco’, já abaixando a bermuda e te enchendo de beijos.

quando ele não conseguia dormir, alternava entre ficar te observando ou pesquisar vários nomes de meninos no google. no dia seguinte, iria aparecer todo sorridente e te mostraria uma lista com +50 nomes (again, emocionado).

faria vários vídeos caseiros, inclusive no dia do parto. ele ficaria te filmando com o maior sorriso na cara enquanto você mandava ele ir tomar no cu de cinquenta formas diferentes. mesmo assim, aquelas filmagens eram o tesouro mais precioso da vida dele.

não deixava ninguém fazer nada no quarto do bebê, colocou na cabeça que ele quem tinha que construir tudo, porque ele que era o pai e o filho iria se sentir melhor no cômodo porque ele que montou tudo do zero.

santi vaca narvaja:

comemoraria de tudo, chá de fralda, chá revelação, chá de bebê, chá para apresentar o filho aos amigos, mesversário.

às vezes você flagrava ele encarando a sua barriga ou algum presente que haviam ganhado para o bebê com os olhos marejados, ele sempre se emocionava muito com a ideia da paternidade.

quando descobriu que você estava grávida, te pegou no colo e rodopiou pela sala contigo, permanecendo abraço a ti por minutos e minutos, ele transbordava de alegria.

sempre ouvia de várias pessoas que o bebê seria lindo se nascesse com os olhos do pai, mas o maior sonho de santi era que a filha fosse igualzinha a ti, diria que estava ansioso para ter uma versão mini tua pela casa, até no temperamento esquentadinho.

fazia tudo que você pedia com um sorriso no rosto, mesmo nos seus dias mais estressantes ou quando você explodia com ele sem querer, o tom dele não mudava, ainda era o mesmo santi carinhoso de sempre.

tinha um tesão absoluto nos seus seios e ele não disfarçava, adorava quando você ficava sem sutiã pela casa, sempre dando um jeito de acabar te fazendo um agrado, seja um carinho com as mãos ou quando te levava na boca (ele adorava te mamar, porque sua sensibilidade estava nas alturas).

simón:

nada abalava esse homem, mas ele chorou ao carregar o filho no colo pela primeira vez.

compraria roupas para usar combinandinho com o filho, vocês teriam a criança mais estilosa do mundo.

o maior medo dele? ser pai de menina. quando alguém falava disso, ele começava a pensar em tudo que já tinha aprontado na vida e dizia que se tivesse uma filha, ela só namoraria depois dos trinta e iria para um colégio de freira.

a dinâmica sexual permanecia a mesma, ainda melhor, talvez. simón gostava de te surpreender, sempre aparecia com uma ideia nova, que te estimulasse de um jeito diferente, coisas que vocês nunca haviam testado antes. a favorita dele nem envolvia penetração, ele adorava quando vocês se despiam e se tocavam um em frente ao outro, adora a intimidade diferente que construíram nos nove meses.

pegou mania que ficar com uma mão na sua barriga em tudo que faziam, era reconfortante para ele, era um instinto protetor e também era porque simón ficava absolutamente encantado quando o bebê se mexia. ele parava tudo que estava fazendo, até quando se estivessem no meio da rua, e ficava parado até que sentisse outro chute.

vivia te pirraçando, dizendo que as mulheres adoravam homem que passeava com criança na rua, mas era ele quem ficava se mordendo de ciúmes quando algum amigo seu te encarava de um jeito que ele julgava ser estranho ou demorado demais ou quando diziam que a gravidez te caiu muito bem, olhando especificamente para os seus peitos.

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itsguysnightitsironic · 3 days

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"Drac mort, roses de sang, el cavaller lluny, però el seu cor? El seu cor en la mà de la princesa on es va quedar fins l'últim estel es va desfer."

Dragon death, roses of blood, and the knight away, but his heart? His heart was in the hand of the princess where it stayed until the last kite melted.

And you have to go because they need you, yes, yes! But god, let me keep something of you, some dirt, some hair, some skin, something to bury when I'm older when you're gone. Gone.

In Catalunya the 23 of April is "Sant Jordi" or Saint Gorge which is like our "Valentine's Day" where roses are gifted to loved ones (the knight gifting the rose to the princess as the legend says) and books. (since it's the date that Cervantes, Shakespeare and Inca Garcilaso de la Vega died.)

A book stand in la Rambla, Barcelona (photography by Jordi Borràs)

And it's one of my favourite festivities it's fun, it's silly, the children do Caramelles which it's a whole other dealt, but it's hilarious to do as a child and to look back as an adult.

Ball de Bastons de Canye, 2012 (photography by Nil Rider)

Els balls de bastons make me who I am and a dangerous child with two clubs and no fear of death.

ALSO THE SANT JORDI PA! HEAVEN! God, I love bread-

#legends of avantris #edge of midnight #lethica nightborne #marius renathyr #briggsy “the kutlass” kratch #yorgrim #farryn of the hartsblight #jericho sticks #virgil (raum)#ade #adela lord of druskenvald #philip lord of druskenvald #tw death #tw death mention #you thought i could go with marius for this one #nope i still miss my faun #im rambling about my culture again leave me-

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seu-di · 3 days

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Arquivo Público Municipal, Feira de Santana - Bahia

#seu-di #artwork #illustration #pilot kakuno #urban sketch #urbansketchers #watercolor #red paper #feira de santana bahia

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kozzzma · 6 months

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Olá, acabei de conhecer seu blog. Achei ele muito bonitinho >.< Gostaria de pedir algo para Alexis Ness (me intristece que haja poucos pedidos para ele). Algo com ele passando um dia na companhia de sua/seu adorável namorada/namorado, assistindo TV, cozinhando, arrumando a casa, etc. Algo bem doméstico mesmo. Adoro a sensação de conforto que esse cenário me passa.

Obs: meu inglês ainda é bem ruim. Tenho vergonha. Desculpe se incomodar.

Lazy Morning

an: Oh you didn’t bother me at all! Unfortunately I don’t know Portuguese so the fic is written in English. Thank you so much for the request!

character: Alexis Ness

CW: Fluff! Poorly Google translated German.

You awoke to an empty bed and the sounds of an alarm blaring in your ears, as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes the smell of waffles floated into the bedroom from the kitchen. As you slowly dragged yourself out of bed, your boyfriend peeked into the room with his signature V-shaped smile.

“Ah! Good morning, Meine Liebe! Did you sleep well?” Your boyfriend rushes over to you, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing your cheeks. Still drowsy, you return the hug, which garners many happy giggles. “I made you breakfast Schatzi, here I shall bring it to you.” With that he disappears for a brief moment again, letting you put on a sweatshirt before he returns with a plate of waffles topped with whipped cream, syrup, and berries.

“Sit sit.”

“Huh?”

“Sit, I'll feed you Mein Schatzi”

You sit on the bed and are promptly tucked back in as your boyfriend starts to cut the waffles. The birds were singing outside, and the morning traffic was picking up; the sounds of people and cars flowed in from the streets. You were glad that your boyfriend had a break from practice today.

“Öffne deinen Mund” You follow his request and open your mouth, letting him feed you the sweet waffles. He certainly is a talented cook, what a lovely boyfriend. You gently take the fork from him and place a piece of the waffle into his mouth. He laughs, and the process of alternating while feeding each other continues as rush hour dies down outside. Eventually, the plates are scooped away; you lie back down, staring at the cream-colored ceiling. The sound of the sink shuts off and the apartment's pipes stop rumbling as a calm falls over the room. You feel your boyfriend's big arms holding you close to his chest.

"Ich liebe dich, mein Liebster"

Maybe it will be nice to stay here for a while.

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Life After

Summary: After taking on Chuck, the reader wakes up in a bedroom she doesn’t recognize in September 1984. Only now she’s a small child and has no idea what is going on. When she finds out the Winchesters live across the street, things get even stranger...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I wrote this quite a while ago (pre-finale awhile ago) when one of my theories for the show ending would involve a time reset. A bit of a different read than my usual stuff!

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A large boom made your eyes fly open. You sat up, finding yourself in a dark bedroom. You took a deep breath, brain trying to decide on processing what was in front of you and what had just happened.

It went with the later for the moment, eyes closing once more. Your big epic battle with Chuck, saving the world from ending, taking out the big bad of big bads. You knew it had happened. You remembered the day of. Everyone prepared for the worst, knowing that none of you were making it out alive.

For a split second you allowed yourself to take in the bedroom. Perhaps it was a memory and you were in heaven. But it didn’t look familiar and the loud thunder outside the window didn’t seem like a particularly happy memory if it was one. Something was nagging at you though that you hadn’t died. You threw back the covers and swung your legs over the side of the bed, wide eyed when you took in the sight.

A pair of very short legs with pink and purple unicorn pajamas were somehow attached to you. You glanced down, a short sleeve purple shirt with another unicorn on it, your arms tiny. You pulled down the right side of your pants and your shirt up, no anti-possession tattoo on your hip.

“What the fuck,” you whispered, eyes adjusting to the darkness more. You spotted a lamp on a nightstand and switched it on. Immediately you sat back against the pillows, swallowing hard as you saw the white bedspread, the lavender walls, stuffed animals in a pile in the corner, a small bookcase of toys and games and what looked like Dr. Seus books. “Oh no.”

You looked around the room and got up, finally exiting it and finding yourself in a dim hallway, the sound of TV going downstairs. You swallowed again and saw an open door to a bathroom. There was a step stool in front of the vanity as you climbed up, finally able to look at yourself.

Your very much five year old self.

“Oh, what the fuck,” you said, quickly hopping off the stool and rushing out the door, heading for the stairs. You went down them quickly, looking around a moment before you spotted a front door.

“Y/N,” you heard from down a hall, a man holding a beer walking over with a tired smile. “That is the third time tonight you’ve snuck down after bedtime. I told you, it’s just a storm, kiddo.”

“I-” you said before he set the beer down on a front table and he picked you up, resting you on his hip.

“Honey. Please go to bed for daddy? Please?” he asked as he carried you up the stairs and down the hall towards your room.

“O-okay,” you said, figuring playing along for the moment was the best move. The guy definitely wasn’t your dad and you had no idea where the fuck you were. If you were indeed only five, you were going to need a better game plan before you snuck off. He sat you down on your bed and pulled the covers over you, kissing your forehead before he turned off the light. “Dad?”

“Yeah, Y/N?” he asked quietly.

“How old am I?” you asked.

“Are you excited for your birthday tomorrow?” he teased. “Is that why you’re up so much tonight, cutie?”

“Uh, huh?” you said, the man smiling as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re turning five tomorrow. All your friends from school are gonna come over so you better stay upstairs and let mommy and me finish wrapping your birthday presents, alright?”

“Okay,” you said. You got a hug from him and it felt...nice. Maybe it was some kind of dream or something but you were nearly positive that you’d all shown up to face off against Chuck. Hadn’t that been the end of you?

Hadn’t you died? Or if you’d lived...wouldn’t you still be an adult?

You gave your apparent father a forced smile as he left the room and pulled your door shut. You slumped back against the soft bed, glancing over to the window, the storm raging outside.

You needed to figure out what the hell was going on and fast.

You groaned as you woke up the next morning, the sun filtering in. You sighed and pushed back the covers, throwing your head back when you caught a small calendar on the wall.

“No, no,” you whined.

The stark red 1984 stared at you violently on the page and you wanted to cry, unbelievably so. You wanted Dean and Sam and Cas and Jack. You wanted the boys. You wanted it to be 2020. You wanted to go home to your bed and the bunker and be okay again.

Then it hit you that apparently it was 1984. September 1984. Last you checked, you had not turned five in September 1984. After taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that so far, this was not your childhood bedroom and that man from the night before was not your childhood father.

“Somebody fucked with the timeline,” you said to yourself, going over to your small dresser and getting dressed. You were less than thrilled with the options but you managed to pull on a pair of thick black tights, a pink and orange flannel and a pair of socks with circles on them. You found a hair tie in the bathroom and started to work on brushing it and putting it up when you saw your new dad walk by.

“Well good morning, birthday girl,” he said, cocking his head at you. “You want to wear that today?”

“Yes,” you said, working on your hair.

“I thought you wanted the pink dress,” he said.

“No,” you said, deciding minimal conversation was the best bet for now. You finished throwing your hair up and looked in the mirror satisfied.

“Well look at you. Doing your hair all by yourself,” he said as you reached for a toothbrush. It dawned on you that most five year olds didn’t do their hair by themself, not when it involved things like messy buns. You shrugged and hopped off the stool, your dad smirking. “I didn’t see you brush your teeth young lady.”

You rolled your eyes and went back up, brushing them as he watched.

“Alright, birthday girl. What would you like for breakfast? Your choice,” he said.

“Cheese omelette and bacon,” you said as you went past. He chuckled as he picked you up.

“What refined tastes from the big girl,” he said. “Try not to grow up too fast on me now.”

You pursed your lips when he wasn’t looking and forced yourself to wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he said, kissing the top of your head. You still weren’t positive who he was yet but he was a whole lot kinder than your father ever was. You snuggled him harder, the man pulling out a cellphone at the bottom of the stairs.

The most recent iphone if you weren’t mistaken.

You had to bite your tongue as he took a selfie of the two of you. He set you down and you cocked your head when he started to head away from a front room and down a hall towards what looked like a kitchen and family room area.

1984. Smartphone. Those two things did not go together.

Maybe it wasn’t 1984 afterall? But why the calendar?

“Birthday girl wants a cheese omelette and bacon,” he said. You quickly caught up and saw a woman with a big smile.

“No pink dress today, honey? That’s been the plan for weeks I thought,” she said, giving you a kiss before she went to the fridge. Double doors, stainless steel. You saw a 70” screen smart TV on the wall in the family room and excused yourself to the bathroom, finding a half bath by the front door.

“Maybe it’s a djin,” you said to yourself. “Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe we never even went and fought Chuck...or maybe I have finally lost it.”

You sighed and left the bathroom, walking past one of the front windows when you saw her.

Baby.

She was parked in the driveway across the street, a modern day SUV in the spot next to her along with a pickup truck. You opened the front door and stepped onto a front porch, hearing footsteps behind you.

“I know you’re excited but you will see Dean after breakfast okay?” said your dad.

“Dean?” you asked. “Winchester?”

“You best friends with some other Dean I don’t know about?” he teased as he shut the door. “Now go eat your breakfast, sweetie.”

You wolfed down your food, your parents taking their time, asking about how excited you were for your party that afternoon. The Winchesters were going to watch you so they could set up which was no bother to you. You needed to find the boys and talk to them fast.

“Alright, alright,” said your mom when you looked at the door again. “You would think you two could go more than twelve hours apart.”

“Those two are so getting married someday,” your dad said quietly as you slipped on a pair of velcro sneakers by the door. You opened it and started to head down the path to the driveway, hearing a tsk when you were halfway down. “Y/N. Hold up. What’s the rule about the road?”

“Uh, look both ways?” you asked as he caught up quickly.

“Yes,” he said. He grabbed your hand and you glanced up at him, seeing him smile as he looked up and down the street. “Okay. Now we can go. We gotta do that so you don’t get hurt, remember?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you said as you walked.

“It’s okay, kiddo,” he said, dropping your hand once you were in their driveway. You ran up it and to the front door, ringing the doorbell. You saw John answer, a much younger John than you were used to. He opened the door wide and you saw Dean behind him. You weren’t sure who moved first but you sprinted towards him and gave him a giant hug, Dean returning it.

“Hey,” you said quietly.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered and you instantly relaxed. That was your Dean. Your Dean was now apparently a five year old boy but that was your Dean.

“You two are being more adorable than usual today, huh?” said John.

“She was very excited to see Dean,” said your dad with a shrug. “Thanks for watching her this morning.”

“It’s never a problem, Dan,” said John as Dean started to pull you upstairs with him. “Try to be quiet for Sammy, guys.”

“I know, dad,” said Dean. You jogged up the flight up steps with him and down a hall, running into a bedroom before he shut a door.

“Dean,” you said, getting pulled into another hug from him and a kiss on the lips.

“Sorry. That’s probably really weird given our current situation,” said Dean.

“I love you. Kisses aren’t weird,” you said, giving him one back, Dean and you holding onto one another for a moment. “What the fuck is going on?”

“From what Sammy and I have figured, the whole timeline has been screwed up. Do you remember anything about what happened with Chuck?” he asked.

“No. You?” he asked.

“Not really. I don’t think he’s alive anymore though,” he said.

“How do you know that?” you asked. The door to the room opened and you saw a toddler walk in, barely tall enough to shut it.

“Y/N. This is Sam. He’s two apparently,” said Dean.

“Sammy?” you asked.

“Yes but I have to share with Cas,” said Sam. “Otherwise I can’t talk or get around this good.”

“Hello,” said a deeper voice, your gaze going back to Dean.

“You see what I’ve been dealing with since last night?” he said.

“Cas, what is going on? Why are we little kids? Why the hell does my new dad have an iphone in freaking ‘84?” you asked.

“The timeline we knew was reset. Completely. That kind of power could have only come from a few sources. I take the fact we are all still alive as proof that Chuck is either dead or has been sealed away,” said Castiel. “As a result, some things have changed. Most things seem the same but technology now is as you all knew it. It seems that whoever sent us all back here attempted to do this for our benefit.”

“Jack would have done that for us,” you said, both of them nodding. “You think he sent us back in time?”

“We’re his family. It’s not crazy to think the kid sent us back to have a second chance. I mean, our mom is alive,” said Dean. “She should have died a year ago. I don’t exactly remember what went down but maybe in this new timeline, she never made a demon deal.”

“Guys,” said Jack, suddenly in the room and sitting down on Dean’s bed. “You could have just asked.”

“What is going on?” you asked as you walked over and gave him a hug.

“Amara, who I think is my great-grandma? She and I...after everything that went down with Chuck, I asked her if we could fix it,” said Jack.

“Fix what, Jack?” asked Sam.

“Everything. So we did. There’s still demons and angels and all that guys but monsters are gone. It’s not perfect here but it’s better off than what we had before,” said Jack.

“Why are we children?” asked Dean.

“He wants us to have childhoods,” you said, Jack smiling. “Jack…”

“You guys were my parents. You still always will be. But you all have trauma. I can’t take it away but you deserve to have normal lives,” he said.

“Okay. That’s great and all but can I least be potty trained?” asked Sam. “Or like, at least five?”

“I can do three,” said Jack. “That would make today your seventh birthday then, Y/N.”

“Yeah, by the way, today is totally not my birthday,” you said. Jack tilted his head and smiled. “What?”

“Yes it is. The year is wrong, I’ll give you that but today is definitely your birthday,” he said.

“Jackie,” you said, closing your eyes. “Today isn’t my birthday. I have no idea who those people-”

“Y/N. Those are your parents. Your real parents,” said Jack.

“My dad was never-”

“That guy wasn’t your dad,” said Jack. Your face fell and you stared at him.

“Um, what?” said Dean. He took your hand and you looked around. “Her real dad was a piece of crap.”

“Her real dad is actually a really good guy. The parents you grew up with Y/N, in your old life, those weren’t your parents,” he said.

“Well what hap-” you said, the door creaking open. All of a sudden you felt a smidge taller, Dean and Sam growing a bit too, Jack missing. You spun around and saw Mary smiling as she brought in a tray.

“Hey you three. Who wants a snack?” she asked. You stared at her, Sam stepping on Dean’s foot.

“Sammy,” said Dean, pouting at his little brother.

“Sammy, that’s not nice. You don’t hit your big brother,” said Mary.

“I didn’t!” said Sam, throwing his hands up.

“Is someone cranky?” asked Mary. She picked up Sam and he sighed, sticking his tongue out at Dean as she carried him away.

“I’m pretty sure that was his version of flipping you off,” you said.

“This may have a few benefits,” he smirked. You shrugged and sat on his bed, Dean taking a seat beside you, holding your hand still. “Okay. It’s gonna suck until we get older and can be together the way we want to but we’re both seven. Six more years and we can start making out and a few after that we can move onto other things and I’m gonna have the recovery time of a teenager which is gonna be awesome so…”

You sniffled and he pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek.

“I know. I know it’ll be okay. But I’m gonna miss seeing you guys whenever I want and we’re always going to have to be lying and it turns out those people that raised me weren’t my real parents. They must have stolen me or what, I don’t know but those assholes are the whole reason I became a hunter, why I found you,” you said. Dean smiled and pushed a loose hair behind your ear.

“I’m right here. I will always be right here. We’re gonna live across the street from each other and-”

“What if my parents move? What if yours move?” you asked, sniffling again.

“Y/N. Sweetheart. You’re my soulmate. I will always find you,” he said.

“You’re so fucking corny,” you said, kissing him, laughing when it felt all kinds of funny and different. “I miss your scruff.”

“Tell me about it. You’re taller than me,” he said. “But like I was saying, you’re going to grow up with nice parents that love you and keep you safe, not one’s you’re afraid of.”

“We both get to start over. Sam too,” you said. “I wonder where Cas is though.”

“I did not agree to this,” said Cas, popping up from the other side of the bed. He was about Dean’s height, black hair and a plain t shirt on.

“Oh, he’s adorable!” you said.

“I am an angel of my asshole father,” said Cas, giving you a death glare.

“You are kinda cute,” said Dean with a laugh.

“I believe Jack has made me your older cousin who lives with you for some reason,” said Cas.

“Why do you get to be older?” scoffed Dean.

“I am millennia old, Dean. Do you think I enjoy being ten?” he asked.

“On the plus side, he’ll be able to buy beer for us someday,” you said. Cas rolled his eyes but you wiped off your face, Dean using his flannel shirt to get the rest. “I’m better now. I promise.”

“I doubt that,” said Dean. “Cas, are you still all angel powerful?”

“Yes. In fact, my powers seem to be fully restored,” he said.

“So if I ever asked you to sneak over Y/N for a sleepover,” said Dean with a smile.

“I can do that,” said Cas softly. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”

“Thanks, buddy,” said Dean. Cas exited for a moment, Sam arguing about nap time down the hall from the sounds of it. “He’ll get to be a normal kid.”

“So will you,” you said. “I swear I so much as see you as trying to cook dinner before you hit double digits, Winchester.”

“I know. So, birthday girl, is there anything I can get you for your big day?” he teased.

“I got you. I’m all good, Dean.”

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