#Except there's even more word shortenings it's illegible

[phoenixcatch7]

Just had an idea earlier that spiralled into a stream of consciousness huge story plot and I thought the svsss peeps would appreciate: might edit for clarity later I'm up late.

So

System uses masks ala majoras mask. When sy dies is forced into sjs body turned mask. Sqh recalls same when he arrived. With mask seam visible unless covered by makeup and his body being physically brought into pidw feels a lot more vulnerable. Possession tests still fail, given sj is technically possessing sy not the other way round. Can remove mask at will but doesn't unless really feeling rotten or system mandated, or with sqh (who feels REALLY weird doing it when someone else is nearby). Sy struggled a lot around yqy especially, the one person picking up the vibes.

When sy dies in sower central sqh manages to steal both the og mask and the new sy mask when he brings system to perform song of healing (severely creeped out by it) and replace with the false body they both made to cover their tracks generally (breaks into huan hua? Just gets there before lbh? Sy crashes on a roof and it hides the switch?).

Sqh takes 2 years to get the combined mask to the seed body and an extra 3 for it to bind to the empty body and provide enough energy to awaken the masks dormant soul (sy). Trying to steal his soul to the mausoleum fails, sqh gets killed!

Sy immediately does the same for him, and knowing what to do sqh is revived in mere months. Both hiding the og masks pose as rogue cultivator scholars, forming bestiaries and travelling to the places both have only dreamed of without worrying about plot (they're worrying about plot).

With lqg given the extra time manages to beat lbh on the sixth year and return Sqq's false body, only for it to turn to dust without spiritual energy to keep it stable (the bodies having been made with burial/destruction in mind and not long term). Furious, cq launches full scale attack on lbh, who responds with equal ferocity for same reason (also mbj is feral and long past mad with cq). This drags sy/sqh back, system forcing them to try and save the tatters of the plot.

Sy manages to self sacrifice yet again by performing song of healing, purifying lbh of xm influence while also ""purifying"" - removing - both masks from his seed body (grand reveal). In the ensuing chaos sqh reveals himself trying to get to sy, and mbj drags him off.

He manages to call for yqy to save sy to save the world, but... there is a sj mask too.

Yqy is forced to choose in front of a crowd of everyone important (who almost all have very strong opinions), with a time limit of a rapidly decaying plant body. He puts sy on at the last moment, but steals the sj mask to try and resurrect himself.

Sy manages to descalate the war by revealing the truth of the false body and lbh, freed from xm, is able to not immediately try and kidnap him. Sy hauls him off to the bamboo house to heal and his army is sent to the base of cq. Lqg gets closure and the realisation his sis is dating shl. Sqh is already back in the North clutching his og mask. Yqy is slowly slipping into desperation until sqh and sy regroup and provide a possible answer - there are still seed bodies.

With the vow (lqg enforced) that the 'new' pl won't lose their positions, sqh and sy bring yqy to the seed garden, where they spend several panicked hours searching for unrotted bodies. Sj gets the one intact adult one, and sqh (with mbj agreement) finds an unripe seed for, possibly, a bby og sqh down the line (its removed for stasis until they're ready, or if they decide to adopt him out. Sqh thought it was only fair for the soul to get a proper childhood).

A year later, sj returns, and yqy digs him out of the dirt himself. Sy and sj come to an agreement on sharing qj (to the disciples excitement) and talk lbh down (more time to spend at lbh Palace!) HEA.

#This is the format I usually use for planning fics lol nyk #Except there's even more word shortenings it's illegible #svsss #svsss ideas #scum villain's self saving system #sqq #lbh #story ideas #story prompt #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #shang qinghua #mobei jun #bingqiu #moshang #yue qingyuan #Eyy gangs all here #long post

[redwinterroses]

rant warning ahead, i have a lot of thoughts about this au. it’s probably gonna get pretty sewing-nerd-y too so be prepared lol

first up: tools. i imagine that very talented stitchworkers don’t need tools, but most stitchers (or unstitchers) do. things like needles, looms, you get the idea. probably not real needles, more metaphysical, but my point still stands. there are all sorts of different needles depending on the craft and the user’s persona style. WAIT what about things like sewing machines?? like maybe they could exist but since stitching is yknow, illegal and all that, i’m not sure. idk but its definitely A Concept that would be very fun to dive into.

also! knots! if someone were to be taught stitching, (which i feel like at least one person on the hermitcraft server is currently being taught), i think that they would definitely start with knots. connecting two pieces of reality but only at the corner seems like a great way to teach a beginner. i think you probably could just use knots as your main form of stitching but it takes more effort. also also back to the whole “you’re either born with magic or you’re not“ thing. consider: a lot of people are born with it, but most don’t know they have the ability. theyve never tried, never even considered it because of how much it’s frowned upon. developing an ability you didn’t know you had takes time, but having someone experienced to help you along certainly helps.

obviously there are different types of fabric when it comes to stitching irl, so how would this translate to the AU? think how some types of fabric frays very easily, but how some doesn’t fray at all. some fabric rips, some doesn’t, some stretches, some doesn’t, etc.

different! stitches! are! definitely! a! thing! like backstitches are for bigger projects or stuff more likely to get ripped or unstitched because they’re more sturdy, whipstitches are for the finishing details or the edges of a project, (also for embroidery-style stitching), running stitches are more practical and less precise, etc. i would absolutely keep going with different stitches but i don’t wanna get too too ranty lol

strands vs. threads: another thing that people who don’t sew probably won’t know!! basically one thread has six strands and you can separate them depending on how thick you want the line of string to be. so like, 6 strand sewing is for big projects, and two strand sewing is for tiny in-reality adjusments. stuff like changing jellie’s fur pattern to mess with scar or drying a wet sponge. (one strand sewing isn’t a thing, your thread will rip. use this information how you will.)

patches! most reality patches are made of the same material as the original, but there are definitely some stitchers who prefer to make flashy noticeable patches made of way different material that stands out. put a patch of the nether in a spot where the overworld reality tore. you get the point.

different styles of stitching! i know this has already been brought up but i want to go more in-depth with it.

cleo’s stitching is ABSOLUTELY embroidery. there’s literally no question about it. i feel like grian stitches with both embroidery and knots. Im thinking xB felts. idk why. mumbo is probably still learning but i think he would mostly just use sewing. scar can practically do it all, he’s a jack of all trades type. his go-to is sewing though. i know you already said x and ex work best with knitting, but honestly i think crochet suits them better. zedaph probably works with lace-sewing best. (is there an actual word for that? i feel like there is.) stress weaves.

random thing that i just thought up: certain hairstyles are associated with stitchworkers, and can be used as signals. the most obvious one is a braid/braids, especially for weavers, because well. its practically just weaving except with hair. stuff like doing hair can also help people hone in on their craft because yes.

told you it’d get rant-y. this is the shortened version. i have adhd ok

i love this. i love many elements of this and will definitely possibly maybe sssstteaalborrow them. XD

#read this like it's an explanatory post from the stitchverse tumblr #also lacemaking terms change depending on the type of lace i think #you can crochet it you can knit it you can do tatted lace and so forth #overall i think it's just lacemaking tho #stitchverse au #redwinteranswers #long post

[khiphop-stories]

Jay Park - Secret Crush

“Ready?” You asked him with a grin planted on your lips, as you playfully wriggled your brows at him. You motioned him to take a seat, as your eyes checked whether everything you needed was in place.

Following your instructions he made himself comfortable in the black leather chair. He closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath before nodding his head. “Yeah I’m ready,” he said rather to himself than to you.

“For someone who’s scared of needles, you sure do have a lot of tattoos,” a light chuckle left your red lips as you scanned his body. It was a work of art. You couldn’t help but admire it every time he came here and you were proud to be able to continue this piece of art. 

“Did you take any medicine for the last twenty-four hours?“ You asked him as it was part of the routine. He chuckled at you with a light shake of his head. This obviously wasn’t his first tattoo, he knew what to do and what not to do before a tattoo session.

“Alcohol?“ 

“Does a shot of vodka count?“ He asked in such a serious tone that you were fooled by it. There was a grin planted across his face which you failed to see as you were filling up the tiny ink caps. You immediately stopped your motions and turned to him, giving him a glare.

“Jay, you know you’re not supposed to drink alcohol before getting a tattoo,“ you reminded him with a stern voice, a frown covering your face. Alcohol consumption lead to blood thinning which made you bleed more during the inking process. It could be scary for health reasons, but mostly annoying for aesthetic reasons. The excess blood pooling on the skin would make it much more difficult for you to accurately puncture where you needed to and it could also thin the ink which would both mess with the final result. For these reasons, you refused to tattoo someone who had consumed alcohol before a session. 

Jay was a regular. He knew you were against alcohol consumption before getting a tattoo. He should have known better. You weren’t exactly angry with him, but you were annoyed that you had to reschedule the appointment because of his rookie mistake. It was difficult enough to find a date and time that worked for the both of you. Jay was a busy person and you were usually booked out, he already had to wait months for this appointment alone.

“I was just playing,“ he quickly retreated as he realized his joke wasn’t received well. 

“I didn’t drink,” he assured you.

“Idiot,” you rolled your eyes at him, letting out a long sigh of relief. “Did you just insult a customer?“ Jay grabbed his chest in an exaggerated movement, pretending to be shocked by what you had just said. 

Jay wasn’t just a customer anymore, he first came to your studio five years ago and since then he had become a regular. Most of his tattoos were done by you. Maybe it was because you were around the same age, or maybe it was his easy-going and playful personality that made you get along well with him. You always look forward to your sessions with him. But it was also dangerous; you felt a little too comfortable around him and sometimes you would treat him like a friend rather than a paying customer. Though he never had a problem with that.

“Please take off your shirt,” you ignored his teasing remark, trying to focus on work again.

“Usually I have 3-date-rule, but I guess I’ll make an exception for you,” he winked suggestively and blew you a kiss before bursting out into his obnoxious laughter. By now you were used to his dirty jokes, so it didn’t even faze you anymore. However, you still remembered the first time he had made a suggestive comment; you were so caught off guard that you almost messed up his tattoo. But now you knew the best method was to ignore it, because if you played along, he would only take it further. 

You rolled your eyes at him, chuckling at his playfulness and for a moment you were surprised at yourself. You have had such a horrible day, yet the moment he entered your shop, everything was forgotten. He definitely was one of your favourite customers. He was laid-back and kind and he always had a joke on the tip of his tongue, not to mention he was extremely pleasing to the eyes. 

You motioned him to carry on, since you were on a tight schedule. Jay grabbed the hem of his black t-shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. He folded it once and hung it over the chair next to him, before lying down on the lounger. You sat down and rolled closer to him. 

You sprayed the disinfectant on his skin. You took the disposable razor from the counter and started removing any hair above his chest that could get in the way. You moved closer with your head, so you could take a better look. As the distance between you and him shortened, you could feel his muscles tensing up while he held his breath. Suddenly, you burst out laughing.

“You don’t have to flex your muscles, you know,“ you told him, your shoulders shaking in silent laughter.

“I-I wasn’t,“ he immediately denied, an awkward chuckle leaving his lips. He quickly looked away from you, almost as though as he was embarrassed. You could have sworn you saw him blush slightly. 

You shook your head trying to turn your concentration back to the purpose of his visit. This was not the time to get delusional, you told yourself.

The tattoo he wanted was small consisting of letters only. Something like that usually didn’t take long that’s why you only planned half an hour for it, which was already a generous amount considering it was just a short and simple phrase he wanted inked on his chest. However, Jay was the master of distraction, you had already lost a good fifteen minutes just talking to him without even having started. If you wanted to finish on time, you had to hurry up now. You did a final study of the sketch that you had made in a prior consultation, then the studio was filled with he familiar buzzing sound.  Jay remained quiet for several minutes, probably due to the pain of the tiny needle puncturing in and out of his skin. But his silence didn’t last long, once his body started to adjust to the pain, he began to relax again. 

“Can I ask you something?“ He then asked out of the blue, his voice sounding more serious than usual. He stared at you with a soft expression in his eyes, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Sure, go ahead,“ you replied not paying much attention to him. You were too focused on the letters you were carving in his soft skin. 

“Something rather personal.“

You pulled the needle back, stopping your motions for a second as you furrowed your brows at him with a bit of hesitation. No matter how well you got along, he was still a customer that brought in money and you tried not to get too close to your customers. “What if….let’s say…one of your customers is interested in you….and asks you out on a date, would you go out with him?“ He stammered at first, but quickly regained his composure. “Depends,“ you answered half-heartedly. You glanced at him shortly before you returned your focus back to work, dipping the needle in black ink.

“On what?“ “Whether I feel attracted to that person or not.“ “No, I mean….in general. Could you imagine going out with one of your customers?“ “Well, I’m not a doctor, I didn’t take an oath. It wouldn’t be illegal.“ “Ok, then, would you go on a date with me?“ You could hear the smile in his voice even though you weren’t looking at him. “Is this still a hypothetical question?“ “No, this is me asking you out,“ he told you straight-foward, followed by a shy chuckle.

You immediately stopped your motions again, staring at him at loss for words. You lifted your brows at him, an expression of stunned surprise planted on your face. You were surprised at yourself, at how you felt when he said those words.

You didn’t answer, afraid of saying something wrong. Once you crossed this boundary, there was no going back. “That’s a no, then?“ He didn’t even try to hide the disappointment in his voice. 

“No.“ “No? So it’s a yes?“ “N-no.“ you stuttered in reply, fully knowing that you weren’t making any sense. “Now I’m confused.“ “I’m trying to focus, Jay. Stop distracting me,“ You wanted to turn away your head so badly so he wouldn’t see the pink in your cheeks, but you couldn’t possibly look elsewhere while you were tattooing his skin. You felt his gaze on you which made you blush even more. For a minute you thought your face was on fire. You adjusted the mask which covered the lower half of your face, pulling it upwards in attempt to hide the rosiness of your cheeks. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him smile. His eyes were still on you, there wasn’t anything else to look at anyway. “Okay, different question then. Do you like Japanese food?“

You took a controlled breath, trying to calm yourself down, before answering his seemingly innocent question. “Yes.“ “Do you like sushi?“ “Yes.“ “Do you like me?“ “Yes,” you replied once again without thinking. 

“Is that so?“ You heard the surprise in his voice while the grin on his lips grew bigger — if that was even possible. “I-I mean no,” you hurriedly tried to correct yourself, finally realizing that you had just admitted to liking him. It wasn’t something he was supposed to find out. It was meant to be a secret one-sided crush. 

“Yes or no?“ “You know you’re not getting a refund if I mess up because you’re distracting me” you warned him, attempting to dodge answering his question.

“I'll take that risk,” he replied smoothly. “So?”

“So what?” You pretended not to know what he was talking about. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” Your eyes flickered to him, looking at him with hesitation. You bit down on your bottom lip, cursing at yourself for not having more will power. You nodded once, a slight barely noticeable nod as you didn’t want to seem too eager, but the truth was, yes you did want to give him a chance to sweep you off your feet.

#jay park #jay park scenarios #khh imagines #jay park imagines #jay park scenario #khh scenarios #khiphop scenarios #khiphop imagines #jay park imagine #aomg scenarios #aomg imagines

[axl-reality]

Sky Telephone

Right in the middle of the sea of white clouds lies a black phone booth. Inside the booth, a white telephone, much like the ones the world of the living uses, is there. It has no wires connected to it but every now and then it rings. The soul, whose call belongs to, will be summoned before it. Most souls received at least one call. Amemura Ramuda... the rest of the Amemura Ramudas... do not belong to that group of lucky people.

Created to fulfil and to perish for that single one function, they have no parents or siblings who will grieve for them. There was one however, but he is not their sibling or anything like that but a part of the same person — eldest one.

He remembers everyone that passed, every part of him that met their end due to a predetermined fate. He cried silent tears for them, the only one who could. He may not dwell on their passing that much, but he never treated them as a separate entity from his own. Their sins are also his, he carried the burden 'til rest of his days.

For sure his friends grieve for him, hopefully his previous teammates and the rest of Shibuya, too. He never expects them to give him a call though, he'd rather see them living the most out of their lives not wallow in pain of losing a friend forever. And yet, he finds himself standing before the ringing phone that only has a receiver.

Someone giving him a one-way call makes his now empty chest a familiar squeeze. Who might it be? Gentaro? Dice?

Grabbing the handset, he placed the receiver close to his ear. A rich voice echoes. A soothing voice that never fails to calm his senses at the same time sends his heart into great turmoil.

[Hello, Amemura-kun. How are you?]

Why of all the people is Jakurai calling him?

[Things have been slowing down at the hospital and I am able to take a break... technically nagged into taking one.] Jakurai starts telling his day, much like the talks Ramuda always begged for him to do. [Hifumi and Doppo won't stop telling me I should rest and so I thought I would give you a phone call today.]

This sure brings back memories of those countless outings, dates and excursions. Those bright and warm days Ramuda longed to return to. They fill the former fashion Designer with so much glee and giddiness, feelings he never knew he would miss now that he's gone. Even if he's still back there, he doubts he can feel the same amount of bliss as those moments hold.

[I had a haircut. Perhaps after having it stuck through various places, I decided that it became too much to maintain.] Ramuda's attention snaps back at Jakurai. The Jinguji Jakurai who, no matter how many limbs and things get stuck in his hair never cut it, is now having his locks cut short? What?! [Or so I thought the reason is really that. I know how much you loved my long hair, right in the deepest parts of my mind, perhaps I hope you would come and attack me with your most venomous phrases. I would love to hear your voice, even if it'll end badly for me.]

Jakurai pauses again as the sound of something scratching through fabric Ramuda recognizes as someone looking for something in their bag. His voice broke towards the end of his speech, is there something blocking Jakurai's throat?

[I cleaned my house earlier and found the bag that had been a victim of your ruthless world coloring. I also found some patches lying around so I added them on.] The Doctor swiftly changes the topic, averting his eyes from the emotions that came with it. Ramuda too, decides to store the feelings away for the meantime to listen to him. [It isn't that hard to sew patches. Even so, your hands are always wounded by the time you finish adding some to this bag. Why is that?]

"It's because my hand is too clumsy to hold a needle," the former fashion Designer answers. For once, he believed Jakurai would somehow arrive at the insanely correct and accurate answer as he always does. The man always figured him out, there's no way he would fail to notice the real reason. "I lied, okay? It's always because I get conscious whenever you watch me with those eyes filled with interest."

Except at this moment, Jakurai didn't know the reason behind Ramuda's clumsiness. [I guess I will never know.] Rather, he's no longer there to give him a clue for Jakurai to figure out what his reasons are.

Ramuda freezes. The truth he always shunned away comes back haunting him.

He has already passed away. Gone from the world of the living. But the bonds he forged will always bring pain and other complicated feelings once severed, both to the ones left behind and the ones who left.

He has unknowingly shut his heart off from the emotions he doesn't know how to process that it never dawned on him earlier that there are things he can never do again, people he can never be with once more. He left far too many things unfinished, left Jakurai hanging with no way to fix anything. He ran away, still running away up to this point. Ramuda is already dead but he feels like dying once again.

[Come back] Jakurai's voice rings too meek, small and aching. How many times does he plan to murder Ramuda with feelings and that longing voice? [Come back to me, Ramuda-kun. Please, I will not overlook things again. I will listen to you; I won't condemn you again without putting myself in your shoes. Please. Please, please, please Ramuda-kun, come back to me.]

"Ja... Jakurai...!" Ramuda cries out, as loud as he can, hoping that his voice can reach his beloved's ears. There's no way it'll go through as the phone has no transmitter and yet he yells. "I want to come back to Jakurai, too! I want to fix things up between us!

"I'm sorry I pushed you away! I am so scared, hurt. I don't want to get hurt again! BUT THE TRUTH IS I WISH I HUGGED YOU INSTEAD! I MISS YOUR WARMTH! AND I REALLY, BADLY WANTED TO KISS YOU!"

He knows everything is too late, that he will carry this added burden until he and Jakurai reunite. He can't even figure his feelings out. He just wants to see Jakurai. Again. If it's not possible, at least, please let them talk.

Ramuda never wished for something to happen so bad tears just flowed down his cerulean eyes. Just this once, please! Perhaps now that he's closer to the divine, his prayers are finally answered.

[R-Ramuda-kun?] A bewildered Jakurai asks through the line.

"You can hear me?" Ramuda asks. Is he imagining things or did Jakurai—

[Yes, Is this really you?]

"Yep!" Ramuda beams, smiling through the tears no longer of sadness but of joy. "The one and only, Shibuya's Idol Amemura Ramuda!" As he finishes his impromptu intro, he hears something dropping on the other side of the line that sounds like a man collapsing on his illegally long legs and knees. "Jakurai?"

[I love you Ramuda-kun.] Jakurai suddenly bLurts out. [I really do. I will love you for the rest of my life!]

Even if the confession is sudden, it never felt weird or surprising. It has always been an open secret that none of the two dared to openly discuss.

"I know," he gives him an airy laugh. "But Jakurai, it's really funny that you're confessing to a dead person."

[It is but h-how about you? Are you also...?]

Eh? He asks for Ramuda's response now?

"I hate you. I loathe you until here in the afterlife..." Voice dropping down a few octaves, he answers with such venom poisonous enough to hear the other man gasp. A sly grin curves on Ramuda's lips, knowing that he still has these convincing acting skills. "...is not what you should be hearing. I wanted to look after you, get cherished by you, destroy you and even bury you with my own hands.

"You gave me complex feelings I can't understand well. I thought you broke me with them but you made me human instead. Thank you.

"I don't know what I am feeling for you is what humans define as love though. But, if wanting to still be alive and being given one last time just to see you can be considered as love, then I really, really, really love Jakurai."

Ah, the words he never got to say flowed from his lips to the transmitter to be received by Jakurai. It feels light, like he finally admitted something important, acknowledged. He can let go of it at the same time hold on to a promise it also brings.

"I can't be there with you anymore but I will be waiting for you here instead. Let's go on dates again. Ah don't come here too soon though. Grow so, so, so old like the coot that you are. I don't want to see your face until you're all wrinkly and dry."

[Ramuda-kun...]

"Don't show that shortened hair to me, I will push you down to hell if I see it." Jakurai finally laughs. Ramuda missed it dearly but he knows he'll hear it live and personal after this miraculous call ends. "So, Jakurai, you can hang up now. We'll see each other again."

[See you, Ramuda-kun.]

Peeling the handset off him and placing it back to its holder, Ramuda finds himself transported back where his other selves are. He holds his hood in place as a strong gust of wind sweeps anything it comes into contact with. Ramuda smiles, peering into the endless sea of clouds. He's a man on a new mission — to look for the best spots to hold dates.

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic ramuda #hypnosis mic jakurai #jakurai x ramuda #jakurai jinguji #Ramuda Amemura #angst #reconciliation #closure #open ended kinda #drabble

[useless-catalanfacts]

Just yesterday I reblogged this post by @beautiful-basque-country​ about when Spain banned all names in Basque, Catalan, Aranese, Galician, Asturian. Today I woke up and saw these news: a judge bans naming a girl Mel even though there are already 125 women named Mel registered in Catalonia.

Between 1938 and 1975, only Spanish names were allowed and everyone from the local cultures whose land is occupied by Spain had to translate their names by law. It was illegal to have names in local languages other than Spanish in your tomb too (and in fact we didn’t get legal permission to write epitaphs in tombs in the Catalan language until 2005).

However, after the death of fascist dictator Franco in 1975, local languages were legalised again, and people could finally change their names in legal documents from Spanish to the equivalent in their own languages.

So nowadays we supposedly have the right to name our children in our language, the problem is that a judge still has to accept each name, and sometimes they don’t.

In this case, two parents wanted to name their baby girl Mel, a femenine noun that means “honey” in Catalan. The judge denied because the only etimology of “Mel” he accepts is that “it is a male name of Hebrew origin”.

The judge gave parents 3 days to change her name, and if they didn’t do it the administration would assign her a name. The parents registered her as Adela, but are trying to get the name Mel accepted. They’ve been trying for a year and a half, and the resolution of the case could take a year and a half more.

The reason I wanted to post this is because it’s not an isolated case. Just some months ago, I heard about a girl who was forbidden from being named Pau. Here’s a newspaper article about that case (in Catalan).

Pau is a femenine word that means “peace” in Catalan. It is part of two names: Pau can be our equivalent of Paul (so a masculine name), or part of Maria de la Pau (Mary of Peace, shortened to Mari Pau or Pau). Mari Pau is a very common name in Catalan, like many other composed named of Maria + [something else]. But even if that long name is the legal name, these girls are usually called in their everyday lives by their last word. For example, women named Maria del Mar (Mary of the Sea) are usually called just Mar (Sea). Nowadays, many women are even legally just named Mar.

Denying a family the name “Pau” for a girl shows a complete ignorance of the way Catalan names work. And, by the way, even though it’s not legal to name a girl Pau (“peace” in Catalan), it is perfectly legal to name her Paz (“peace” in Spanish).

Pau’s case had a happy ending. The parents went to the radio and their case became well know. With pressure from society, in the end the judge received orders to accept the name. Let’s hope the same happens to Mel!

Tl;dr: Catalan people are legally allowed to have names in Catalan since 1975, but there are still Spanish judges that have the power to ban certain names, basing their decision on their lack of understanding of Catalan naming customs.

Though these cases are exceptions and the great majority of names are accepted, I wanted to bring attention to these two recent examples because we shouldn’t be leaving anyone behind, nor permitting officials to take the liberty of banning perfectly normal names.

I based this post on the situation of the part of Catalonia under Spanish administration, but remember there is a part of Catalonia called Northern Catalonia that is occupied by France. It is much worse there, since France doesn’t recognise any ortographic signs that aren’t part of the French alphabet. So normal Catalan and Occitan names like Martí or Víctor are banned because French doesn’t have í, or the same happens to Basque and Breton names that have ñ.

#names #languages #catalan

[matt0044]

“Loose Ends” an Astra: Lost In Space One-Shot by matt0044

Each parent sat down at the Caird High School Meeting Room table wearing a solemn yet firm facade. Between Sofie Lacroix and Emma Spring, it was prime to keep up appearances for the sake of silently mourning for their "children." The reality was that they couldn't believe that they had gotten away with disposing of their clones. Whatever somberness that appeared on their faces was more of disappointment. All of those long years and effort creating a new life. Trashed.

"As much as we might've hoped for the best," Emma Spring heard Marco Esposito expound, "it's time that we stopped delaying the inevitable." She clenched the form handed out to her with a solemn expression, hoping not to give away her true grief. "Once you sign these forms, the Adjudication of Disappearance will be set in stone for our children and make them legally dead." Her mind drifted back to Seria and the promise that she made. The promise she failed to keep.

"What a shame," Jed Walker sighed with his usual straight-forward tone, signing his form. "I had such hopes for my boy." He eyed Olive Raffaeli next to him, speaking in vague enough term. "Speak for yourself," she replied indignantly yet quietly, signing off her own paper. "Quitterie was just barely scraping by academically." The nurse put her paper out onto the center where it'd be collected, trying to ignore Mister Walker. "The transfer would've been far too obvious."

Rei Hoshijima scoffed at the bickering old couple to his left. "Then you should've kept a better look at her personal life," he claimed, signing his paper. "Wei Lu was smart enough to keep her's as an unknown nobody." He eyed the famous singer just across from him next to Emma. "And you put Kanata through the wringer from what I heard," Gert Zweig remarked next to him. "Not that I fault you for trying to play catch up but you might've risked drawing attention to us."

Just as Gert signed off on his form, he felt his phone beginning to vibrate... along with everybody else's eerily enough. On top of that, they all could've sworn they had switched the devices off. After sharing a glance of confusion between each other, each adult in the room pulled out their smartphones and found an totally unknown caller on their FaceTime. They glanced at each other's phones to find the same screen showing just the same. Soon enough, they all answered.

"Did you miss us?" Kanata Hoshijima quipped with a cocky rise of his eyebrow upon appear on each screen. A wave of confusion washed all over the adults simultaneously followed by a bigger wave of dread in tandem. All except for Emma and Sofie who were just plain confused. "Seriously?" a young male voice chimed in with a deadpan tone similar to Jed's. "That's your opening line?" The adult in question's formal facade shattered upon recognizing his son. "Zack?!"

Kanata rolled his eyes at his first mate's backchat. "I know it's cliche but it was right there," he retorted defensively. "S-son?" Rei managed to speak out. "You're alive?" Kanata turned back to their screen with a cheeky grin. "Quite the plot twist, huh?" his clone replied with a devil-may-care attitude. "One minute we were on our way to camp, the next we're on a space voyage back to Astra." Rei shared his confused dread with his fellow conspirators before Jed spoke up.

"What do you mean by... 'space voyage'?" Jed Walker inquired, sounding fascinated in spite of his fear. Sure enough, Zack's face switched out with Kanata on their screens. "Without getting into the details, a wormhole on Mcpa sent us approximately 5,000 light years into space," he spoke in his usual matter-of-fact manner. "Thankfully, there was an abandoned vessel nearby that provided a viable route back." He adjusted his glasses. "Quite the coincidence if you ask me."

Olive did her best to keep some semblance of composure. "Yes... whatever were the odds?" she glanced ever so slightly towards Jed with a glare in her eyes. They had been told of the true home-world of humanity by the Vixian Archives in their efforts to bury any leads. They knew that not all ships had cleared orbit before the meteor struck Earth. What they didn't know that one was apparently still operational. Nor that their clones would actually survive to use one period.

Jed could see the look in Olive's eyes. In fact, he felt everyone else in on the plan glaring at him, as if silently demanding to know what their plan B is. Problem was that there was never a plan be. Charce was suppose to have done he and his fellow clones in when he had the chance. Even with their Crust Suits activated, their oxygen was finite for it to just delay the inevitable. However, he gave them a reassuring glance to promise that they would adapt to this in time.

"Where's everybody else?" Emma desperately spoke up to break the silence. "Please tell me that Aeris made it." Zack genuinely smiled at her than he had before. "I can assure you that we all made it through, Ms. Spring." Both Emma and Sofie were the only ones to let out a sigh of relief. "They're all packing up their stuff for when we touch down on Astra." Neither woman had ever felt more relieved in the last year than they had now. "We're checking communications."

Marco Esposito finally spoke up after composing himself like the politician he was. "Well, I'm certain that I speak for everybody here when I say that this is nothing short of miraculous," he proclaimed with a proud smile hiding his own dread. "If I may suggest, I can personally call the Space Port to fly you in." The unscrupulous man shared his fake expression with everybody else as if to reassure his co-conspirators of a way out. "Just let us know when you're landing."

Each adult began to see where Marco was going with this as they gulped hopefully. If he could tip off the military as to a threat up in orbit, they could mistake the ship for a unidentified flying object. The destruction of the ship would incinerate each and everybody on board without even a trace of their DNA. None of the kids would suspect a thing until it was far too late. With any further luck, nobody would know that their children had actually commandeered a space-ship.

"Oh, we'll land this crate when we're good and ready," Kanata answered as the screens switched back to him. "Specifically once you're behind bars." A sudden chill came over the adults as their facades fully crumbled like cookies in milk before Zack appeared on Jed's phone primarily. "Between illegal genetic cloning as well as attempted premeditated murder of nine minors, I imagine you each face a life sentence." For the first time, his father's face displayed unmitigated horror.

"This... can't be..." Emma began to speak up, starting to put the pieces together. She looked around the room at the adult around her and found their expressions to match her distress but with a dash of pure dread. "You were all part of the king's plan?" the former servant exclaimed. Her mind soon realized how much of a family resemblance there was among the others and their children. The reactions of astonishment sent her way all but confirmed her revelation.

"Charce filled us in on the details but we managed to do most of the deduction ourselves," Aires spoke softly as her face appeared on Emma's phone. "I even have it all jotted down in my extensive diary." Just the sight of her little girl before her brought the former servant to tears. "We've been told about Princess Seria and the risks you took just for her clone." It was a relief to know that her highness didn't leave this world in vain that she didn't bother to wipe her face.

"Just what sort of prank are you trying to pull?" Olive declared at Zack, slamming her fist on the table. "Where did this 'cloning' come from?" As if on cue, Quitterie's scowl flash upon her phone specifically. "Zack analyzed my DNA along with Funicia and found an exact match," she declared with barely restrained anger. "We even lucked out with Yun-Hua and Ulgar to prove it beyond doubt." Her original found herself actually intimidated by her daughter, unable to speak.

"This was what Finn died for, wasn't it?" Ulgar spitefully spoke upon appearing on Gert's phone, his fury on full display. "He blew the lid clean off of your little scheme through Esposito and had to 'commit suicide' all just to save your own skins." The vice principal felt his palms perspire and his breath becoming sparse as his clone dressed him down thoroughly. "Your own son was a small enough price to pay for your sick attempt at immortality." His phone slipped from his grip.

"This isn't happening," Macro Esposito stammered, still in denial. "Charce should've finished you off, ship or no ship!" Sofie finally found her voice upon hearing her adoptive son's voice. "He was in on this too?!" she exclaimed, still wrapping her head around all of this before his face appeared on her phone. "As King Vix's vessel, I was aware of what I was," he began with a solemn look in his eye, "and what I was tasked with." His adoptive mother once again had no words.

"Thankfully, the power of friendship prevailed and helped him see the light," Luca cut in almost too casual, flashing upon his father's phone. "Some cheesy melodrama like that." His adoptive father was bewildered by how casual he was being about it, shrugging it off. "You had to be there." Said bewilderment morphed almost seamlessly into a panicked fit. "That's impossible," he stammered. "This is impossible." His breath became shortened. "You are impossible."

Yun-Hua Lu appeared on Wei Lu's phone, the celebrity only surprised by her daughter's makeover. "We felt the same when we put it all together," she began somberly, visibly restraining her true emotions. "Few of your were ever ideal parents but we had hope." Yun-Hua darted her eyes around in discomfort, barely able to stand looking at her original. "Hope that... you'd miss us and make amends as our family," she tried continued, "but you weren't even that, were you?"

A loud slam on the table made everybody jump before they turned straight at a livid Olive. "Of course we weren't," she viciously torn into them, staring directly at Quitterie with the utmost contempt. "You're all clones, doubles, knock-offs." All of her bottled up frustration just gusted out like an endless geyser. "Your job was being our second chance at life until that DNA Collection Process law." A concerned Jed tried to put his hand on her shoulder only for her to swat him away.

"That is all you are!" Olive pressed on, emphasizing every word with her anger. "That is all you will ever be!" She turned her head all around to address the entire crew of the Astra. "Nothing more than glorified meat suits to slip into once we were all past our prime!" A near lifetime of aggravation was finally being unloaded the more she spoke. "So go ahead and call the cops on us because it won't change who you are: a collection of cells fashioned into pale imitations!"

A long moment of stunned silence over Olive's tirade followed both in the room and among their clones while she finally relaxed into their chair. None of the originals dared to dispute her but hardly expected such frustration to boil over. "Better a knock-off than the real thing, toots!" a foul-mouthed male voice spoke up as a pouty Funicia appeared on her mother's phone, her Beego puppet doing the talking. "Coming from you, 'pale imitation' is a real compliment in my book."

The originals were all surprised when a pale faced woman appeared on their phones in place of their children. "These children are far more than just duplicates for your schemes," she spoke in a deep yet almost alien accent. "They went out of their way to save my life and are far more selfless than you'd even hope to be." After sharing his confusion with the others, Jed was the first to speak up in fascination. "And just who might you be?" he asked, sounding almost too calm.

"Paulina Levinskaya," she declared with a strong look in her eye, "the last true Earthling."

While the term itself left most confused, Macro did his best to compose himself by wiping his sweaty brow. "Now let's all be reasonable here," he said in an attempt to mask his crushing fear. "There's no need to do or say anything we might regret when a compromise is possible." He looked across at his fellow co-conspirators for any sign of support amongst their mix emotions. "Wow, a politician trying to bribe his way out of trouble," Luca snarked, "big friggin' surprise."

A slammed fist on the table got all eyes on an angered Emma Spring. "How can you suggest such a thing?" she demanded with sudden surge of emotion not unlike Olive's. "You all tried to dispose of your own children when they were too inconvenient for you." Her regal dialect was beginning to show in her choice of words. "You think you can just buy their silence?" Sofie chimed in with her own indignant scowl. "The minute they land, their DNA will be processed in any case."

Jed Walker smirked ever so slightly. "Not unless we were to report them as alien threats," he suggested with a scheming look in his eyes. "I'm sure Mr. Esposito has the connections to trigger a Def-Con Two if we're lucky." Emma shot him a look of disgust. "Have you all no shame?" she demanded rhetorically. "Those are your children." Jed shot back a look of confidence. "Children who've become 'too inconvenient' as you eloquently put it earlier," he smarmily quipped back at her.

"Destruction or leaving well enough alone," Marco Esposito spoke back with Jed's brand of confidence to Luca along with the rest of the crew. "Sounds like a stalemate if I've ever heard one." He could see the beads of sweat going down his adoptive son's head. "So what do you say?" the pitiful politician proclaimed to the Astra crew as a whole. "Do we have a deal or do we have a deal?" The room remained silent for a few seconds as the originals felt a touch more hopeful.

"Perhaps we should ask the good detective what he thinks first?" Kanata suggested with a sly smile, appearing on everyone's phone once more.

Right on cue, the meeting room's door flung open to unleash multiple police officers like water bursting from a dam. The originals barely had time to react even as they surrounded the table itself and allowed a smartly dressed man in a trench coat stroll in. "With the exceptions of Emma Spring and Sofie Lacroix," Detective Grace declared, pushing up his glasses, "every single one of you are under-arrest for illegal genetic science in conjunction with an attempt at filicide."

The full gravity of the adults' consequences came crashing down upon them like boulders as they realized that they'd been strung along. "The police'd found our story a bit hard to swallow without a vocal confession," Zack explained in his usual matter-of-fact manner. "So I hacked into your phones to meet their requirements." They all looked at their phones to find Jed's clone on all of their screen. "Not too bad for computers well past their sell-by date if you ask me."

Kanata appeared on each screen once more with a mean look in his eye. "However, more than anything, we wanted to let you know just how much your screwed up," he declared, dropping his dopey demeanor. "A way to break all ties before starting our new lives." Rei could tell that his clone was looking more intently at himself. "You might've created us," the young captain began, his tone rising, "but you will ever never be us." Ever phone turned off one second later.

#astra lost in space #kanata no astra #the star of astra #kanata hoshijima #zack walker #quitterie raffaeli #funicia raffaelli #charce lacroix #ulgar zweig #luca esposito #aries spring #yun-hua lu #paulina levenskya #olive raffaeli #jed walker #rei hoshijima #marco esposito #gert zweig #sofie lacroix #wei lu #lucy lum #emma spring

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~(으)며: While

~(으)며 can be used for a variety of purposes to list or connect two nouns or verbs.

Interchangeable with ~고

You can list or connect two clauses with similar ideas in a parallel manner using ~(으)며, and it can be interchangeable with ~고. It is also often used to replace ~고 to avoid repetition.

This computer is light, fast, and inexpensive = 이 컴퓨터는 가볍고, 빠르며, 가격이 높지 않아요 = 이 컴퓨터는 가볍고, 빠르고, 가격이 높지 않아요

This method is simple and effective, and can be used by anyone = 이 방법은 간편하고, 효과가 좋으며, 누구나 사용할 수 있어요 = 이 방법은 간편하고, 효과가 좋고, 누구나 사용할 수 있어요

주식이 더 많이 떨어질 수 있으며 이는 한국경제에 안 좋은 영향을 마칠 거예요 = The stocks could drop more, and this could have a bad effect on the Korean economy 이 제품은 한국에서 매우 유명하며 이 제품을 사러 관광객들이 한국을 방붆해요 = This product is very popular in Korea, and many tourists visit Korea to buy it 우리 회사가 상반기에는 그 제품의 개발을 진행하며 항반기에는 판매를 시작 할 거예요 = In the first half of the year, our company will proceed with the development with that product, and in the second half of the year, we will start selling it

In this usage, the meaning of ~(으)며 is quite similar to ~고. All we are doing is connecting two clauses that are related to each other. ~(으)며 is less commonly used in daily conversations and used more often in formal situations or in written Korean, such as when instructions are given to a large group of people through overhead broadcasts or signs.

무단횡단이 불법이며 적발 시 벌금을 내야 돼요 = Jaywalking is illegal, and/so if you are caught, you will have to pay a fine You might see this on a sign telling you not to jaywalk.

Interchangeable with ~(으)면서

~(으)며 is a shortened form of ~(으)면서. You can use ~(으)며 to connect two actions that are occurring at the same time, in the sense of “while doing something”, and it is mostly interchangeable with ~(으)면서.

I drank cola while watching a movie = 저는 영화를 보며 콜라를 마셨어요 = 저는 영화를 보면서 콜라를 마셨어요

As I progress/continue my studies, I also go to work = 학업을 진행하며 직장도 다녀요 = 학업을 진행하면서 직장도 다녀요

The customer asked as he pulled out his wallet. “How much is it?” = 손님이 지갑을 꺼내며 물었습니다. “얼마예요?” = 손님이 지갑을 꺼내면서 물었습니다. “얼마예요?”

That being said, ~(으)며 sounds more formal in most cases, and it is much, much more common to use ~(으)면서 in these types of sentences – especially when two actions literally occur continuously at the same time.

이 기계를 돌리면서 땅콩을 갈아요 = As you turn this machine, the peanuts get/are ground This sentence, indicating that peanuts are ground continuously at the same time that the machine turns, would be much better said using ~(으)면서.

Therefore, I recommend using ~(으)면서 when indicating that two actions (or descriptions) occur simultaneously, but be aware that technically ~(으)며 can also be used to have this function as well.

One exception where ~(으)면서 is different from ~(으)며 is when ~(으)면서 is used in the sense of “even though” to describe that two clauses oppose each other. When ~(으)며 replaces ~(으)면서, the feeling is more closely associated with this function of “connecting two clauses that have a similar idea.”.

그 사람이 한국에서 살며 한국어를 할 수 없어요 = That person lives in Korea, and he can’t speak Korean 그 사람이 한국에서 살면서 한국어를 할 수 없어요 = That person lives in Korea, but he can’t speak Korean Notice the difference between the use of “but” versus "and." In the first example (using ~(으)며), the speaker is just connecting two ideas that are related to each other. However, in the second example (using ~(으)면서), the speaker is specifically indicating that these two clauses oppose each other. In the end, the result is normally the same, but you should be aware of this feeling.

Therefore, because ~(으)며 has another meaning that is not included in the usage of ~(으)면서 (to list or connect two clauses); and ~(으)면서 is more commonly used to indicate that two actions occur at the same time, it is difficult to say that ~(으)면서 and ~(으)며 are identical.

Listing nouns: "and"

When connectinb nouns, you use ~(이)며 instead of ~(으)며. But using ~(이)며 implies a different meaning than other words that mean “and” in Korean.

The most common words for listing items are ~하고, ~와/과, ~(이)랑, and 그리고. These words are used to mention a limited number of items, like “A and B” or “A, B and C”.

But when you use ~(이)며 to list nouns, you imply that not every item is being mentioned and there are likely more that can be mentioned.

책이며 공책이며 바닥에 다 떨어져 있었어요 = Things like books and notebooks were all on the floor 책이랑 공책이랑 바닥에 다 떨어져 있었어요 = (Only) Books and notebooks were all on the floor

얼마 전에 이사를 했는데, 식탁이며 의자며 아직도 살 게 많아요 = I moved recently, and I still have a lot of things to buy like a kitchen table and chairs, etc 얼마 전에 이사를 했는데, 식탁이랑 의자를 사야 돼요 = I moved recently, and I need to buy (only) a kitchen table and chairs

~(이)며 tends to be used in repetition, after each noun that is mentioned, just like ~(이)랑.

Note that if you see ~이며 after a verb, it is because the verb’s verb stem ends with ~이, like 움직이다, which changes to 움직이며.

References:

HTSK Unit 3 Lesson 62: While: ~(으)면서, ~(으)며

TTMIK Level 10 Lesson 22. Various Usages of the Ending -며 / -(으)며, -(이)며

Applications

HTSK: Youtube Video: Korean sign explanation

More example sentences

아이들은 웃으며 사진을 찍었어요 = 아이들은 웃으면서 사진을 찍었어요 = The kids took photos while laughing 저는 커피를 마시며 책 읽는 걸 좋아해요 = 저는 커피를 마시면서 책 읽는 걸 좋아해요 = I like reading a book while drinking coffee

한국이 사계절이 있으며 겨울이 너무 추워요 = In Korea, there is four seasons, so/and winters are very cold 이 제품은 가장 빠른 컴퓨터이며 한국에서 만들어졌어요 = This product is the fastest computer, and it was made it Korea 저쪽으로 가면 앞문이 나오며 이쪽으로 가면 뒷문이 나와요 = If you go that way, you will see the front door, and if you go that way, you will see the back door

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A unique way to share your money among your heirs in a way that is actually fair

This story is the story of a good friend's of mine grandfather, and how he dealt with his inheritance in a very unique way. He had 2 sons, and each of them also had 2 sons. In the last half year of his life, my friend and me visited him every morning and every evening. You see he did not want to go into a retirement home, and apart fro getting ready in the morning and in the evening he did not really need help.

Now I need to explain something real quick. Back in the day we still have mandatory service in the army for 12 months, but there was several way around it. I will only explain the most common way, since it is connected to our story. You see instead of gong to the army, you could say you refuse to go to the army for ethical reasons (which was really just a formality, you simply wrote a1 page essay why you think you being in the army would violate your personal ethics, and they pretty much had to accept it). BUT that meant you had to go into civil service. Civil service could be any kind of job tat in a wider sense is a service to society. So these jobs ranged from kindergarden to retirement homes and anything in between like hospitals, homes for the physically or mentally disabled, meals on wheels, pretty much anything you can imagine. You would be paid for that time the same amount of money you would get in the army, and had the right to certain perks like a free room, health insurance,m work clothes etc. the same stuff any soldier gets. Plus since soldiers get free food you either got free food or a food allowance. I did my time in a retirement home, and it was an awesome experience. I think a job like that really widens your horizon as young arrogant shit, and really matures you and shows you what is actually important in life.

Back to the story. I was just done with my time in the retirement home, and for one year imply wanted to job around and make some money. Then one of my best friends comes to me and tells me he needs my help. His grandpa can no longer do everything by himself, but really only needs help in the morning to get ready and in the evening. Since I have learned how to do this from real professionals, he asks me to show him, so his grandpa does not yet have to go into a retirement home (he later admitted grandpa said he would rather kill himself then get into a nursing home, and he seemed really serious about it. He did not tell me at the time since he did not want to pressure me into help like that, which I really appreciated).

He was one of my best friends, and I really liked his grandpa (when I was younger, I did not have a grandpa, but we visited him all the time and I became his unofficial 5th grandson) so of course I said yes. The original plan was to show him for 2-3 weeks, and then observe him for another 2-3 weeks, then he would do it on his own. But we ended up doing it together for over half a year, then grandpa had a stroke and died within 2 days in the hospital.

2 days days later my friend asked me to come with him to the lawyer where the lst will would be spread. His grandfather had specifically asked that his will should be read the day before he gets burried, which is quite unusual, but not illegal as such. I asked why he anted me there, and he told me the lawyer had officially invited me, since grandpa had left me something as a thank you for my service. I was a bit embarrassed, but also happy that grandpa had thought so highly of my service he even put me in his last will.

Now my friends dad is an entitled asshole and the same goes for his uncle. We arrived there, and went into the room. My friend is F, you get 3 guesses who ME is, entitled is ED an entitled uncle is EU.

ED (to me) : why the hell are you here ? I know that dad called you in jest his 5th grandkid, but this is for real family.

EU : I bet the little golddiger hoped he would get some money in the will.

Me : I was asked to be here by the lawyer, take it up with him i have no idea why I am here.

ED : IF YOU PULLED SOMETHING TO GET TO HIS MONEY I WILL SUE YOU SO HARD EVEN YOUR KIDS WILL STILL NEED LAWYERS !!!!

F: show some respect and stop shouting, i know you 2 did not really give a shit about your dad, but show at least a minimum of respect.

EU: HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO YOUR ELDERS YOU LITTLE SHIT.

F : you 2 get exactly as much respect from me as you showed your own father NONE.

He really shouted th4e last word, and it finally shut the 2 up.

WE sat down and still had to wait for the other 2 grand kids to arrive. The 2 sat right behind us, and what they talked about relay made my blood boil. Apparently the had both gotten new cars, new jewelry for the wife and had planned a huge holiday. All that was paid for by credit and they had planned to pay for it with the inheritance. None of then said even a word about missing him, being sad that he died, NOTHING. ONLY memememe and money, money , money. They seemed to be in competition who could spend the inheritance faster the way they planned away the money.

Then finally we where all there and the layer read out a short letter, what I tell you here is a much shortened version, but the real thing was several pages. But it boils down to this :

IN recent years I more and more realized that some people in my family cared a lot more about me then others. I am especially disappointed in my 2 sons, but I wanted to be really fair and not biased, so I came up with a point system :

letter/phonecall : 1 point + 1 extra if it is very long

Visit : 2 points per hour plus 1 point per hour of travel to me and back

Helping me out with something : 3 points per hour

This is the final result over the last 3 years of my life

ED : 8 points

EU : 10 points

EUkid1: 150 points

EUkid2: 133 points

Fbrother : 288 points

F : 7341

Me : 5883

My lawyer has already liquidated most of my assets except the house. Once it is sold, the money will be divided by the points, so we know what each point is worth, and then every person gets a share of the money according to his points.

For about a minute you could hear a pin drop, then both ED and EU started shouting at the same time that they knew we would have pulled something and this will would never stand. Of course they tried to sue (EU his kids and ED together), but they lost, and there was a secret clause (not really secret, it was simply not read to us that day, so nobody realized it was in there since we all assumed everything was read to us on that day by the lawyer)in the will that if someone sue's against the will, he loses his share of the inheritance.

It took nearly 3 years until all the lawsuits where over. I was blown away when we finally got the money, I a not naming a sum, but it was way more then I felt comfortable accepting, so I wanted to give at least some of it to the other 3 grandkids, but my friend finally convinced me to accept by saying to me : you cared for him when he needed you, without expecting anything for it, which makes you 10 times more his family then any of those fuckers. They got what they deserved.

(source) story by (/u/hicctl)

#prorevenge #by /u/hicctl #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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Don Carlo Met 2010 reactions pt. 3

So this Don Carlo will always be my favorite and I can say that even though I know there’s a bunch out there I haven’t seen and it’s because it doesn’t have my favorite version of everything, it’s the production that really got me into this opera and it’s so very special to me because of the way it came into my life and then inexplicably followed me around for the next several years.

So I have a lot to say about it.

Because it’s on my mind at this time I first want to say that anyone who criticizes Marina’s Elizabetta can eff off. I don’t care if she doesn’t have “a Verdi voice.” She IS Elizabetta. I first saw her picture in an Opera News magazine and I was like Dang she looks exactly the way I pictured based on everything I knew about the character. Plus her acting is METICULOUS. In opera, especially a super long on like this, it can be hard to find something to do during the musical bits between numbers and when the other person is singing because it takes longer for them to say things (IT’S OPERA) and react along with them. SHE DOES IT. There’s never a second where she’s not in character, she’s so PRESENT, she’s always there, and she’s fantastic and also drop-dead gorgeous. Every time she does anything I Die because she’s just marvelous.

As for the meticulous acting this, that’s my only beef with Roberto, because he does that Tenor Thing where occasionally he Just Stands There. But he’s got this warm fuzzy vibe about him and he just needs hugs. I love how he’s super sweet to Eboli even as he’s rejecting her. He obviously really cares about her. His dynamic with Elizabetta is so good and his dynamic with Rodrigo is SO. GOOD.

AND RODRIGO. I have to remind myself to breathe when I watch this one because I DIE so many times and it’s mostly Simon’s fault. WHY IS HE SO GOOD???? it’s ridiculous. Like Marina he’s always Doing Something and his reactions to the others are so real and intricate and auauahgg4hwyiy3hn. And he loves Carlo so much. And gives him all the hugs. Like seriously all the hugs. I can’t get over it. And the best part of his portrayal is that even with all the sweetness he’s still kind of shady. He knows what he wants and he makes some questionable decisions in order to get there, some that he regrets. It’s like he’s battling between wanting to do what’s best for Carlo and also what’s best for Flanders and because everything is so Messed Up these can’t always go together, and he figures that out the hard way and it comes to a shattering conclusion. 

Eboli. This isn’t my favorite Eboli in the whole wide world but dang this lady. Again being the first one I saw she kind of defined the role for me. She captures all the emotions and swings from sassy to hopeful to conniving to remorseful to determined right along with the action. Her journey is so intense and Anna really digs into it and finds the facets and we can see it all on her face. She’s so expressive. And she plays off the other characters so well. It’s obvious everyone is in love with her. (Except the one she really wants to be in love with her, because that’s how it always works out, especially if you’re a mezzo.) And she teases Thibault mercilessly.

And now for my son. He loves his princess so much. He points his gun at Carlo when he jumps out of nowhere and the Look he gives the guy when they tell him he can leave them alone. He’s like “If you do anything I will CUT you, sir.” And Layla plays him so well, like he’s always up to something, be it flirting with the ladies, hanging on to Elizabetta’s every word, checking the doorways to see who’s coming, or conferring with Aremberg as they check in on their princess. And. And. And. The Veil Song. I die. He’s so adorkable. And he goes running around giving all the ladies flowers and he saves the best one for Eboli and the way they dance around with the veil is just. I can’t. It’s illegal how cute they are. And his expressions during the auto-de-fe break my heart. He just wants to follow his princess and then he gets caught up in all of this. He’s horrified. It’s so sad. Also I still am angry that everyone forgets he exists after that scene. Even Lerma gets to pop up later but my son doesn’t get so much as a mention. Anyway. If there’s an afterlife I’m gonna take that up with the librettists. First I have to learn French.

Filippo. Furlenetto IS Filippo. I still don’t get why he has a cane sometimes and not others but Hytner is weird and I blame for a lot of things including Carlo dying (NOT. HAPPY.) and Eboli being pushed to the side during the riot and Carlo not even going with her which was the whole point. Anyway. This king. He’s so expressive and like most of the others he’s always Doing Things even if said thing is pretending to read paperwork while his wife sings farewell to her lady-in-waiting (also these two are totally in love. Like most of the time Elizabetta gives Aremberg a necklace or something but Marina gives her a RING. I think after the events of the opera these two should elope. And take Thibault with them. Maybe Eboli too.) Anyway we can see the many shades to Filippo’s character and the face he makes when he signs the warrant for Carlo’s death is just heartbreaking.

The set. I love the set. Especially Fountainebleau and the monastery. Most of the set is pretty simplistic and not as rich as some others, but it still fit the story. The huge cross in some of the scenes really emphasizes the omnipresent religious undertones that pretty much flavor everything. All the red in Act 2 Scene 2 and the auto-de-fe were bold and atmospheric. The big Jesus picture was unnerving. Also another weird Hytner thing is the added dialogue during the auto-de-fe. Guy should have left well enough alone but. oh well.

I wish this production had the extended garden scene with the masquerade and Elizabetta giving Eboli her veil, because the music is so pretty and it’s like the only two minutes we get of Elizabetta and Eboli interacting as friends. But I’m okay with the shortened opening. Again, having the Woodcutter’s Chous and Elizabetta visiting them does a better job setting up for the rest of the opera and shows the devotion she has to her people which makes her decision more powerful etc. etc. But. Those horns. The fanfare. I can’t. and Elizabetta running up the hill in pursuit of the deer and she’s so WILD and happy and. Every time I hear it I remember sitting by my radio and thinking Dang, this is good, and picturing everything, and then finally getting to see it and dying.

so anyway there’s my ramblings. will probably continue to cry about this in the next few days.

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Biggest Coal Getters At Christmas In One Piece

As you know from this blog, I rag on the most hated characters in One Piece. At at this merry Christmas time, I want to show you all the biggest coal getters in this series.

12.  Stelly

With being such an arrogant, self-important, entitled, and asshole brat, Sabo’s adoptive brother, Stelly, makes the first on the list on our naughty list. One has to feel sorry for the Gao kingdom for being ruled over such a spoiled king, who even thinks he can order Garp around because he’s originally from there.

11.  Wapol

 Another king on this list, but one who also is the president of his own toy company is Wapol. Like Stelly he was quite a horrible ruler when he was ruling Drum Kingdom, especially when he left the island to fend for itself when Blackbeard invaded and horded all the doctors so he could force people to pay high prices for them. Though he is currently living high now with his new kingdom gifted by the World Nobles, Santa still is going to leave a nice lump that fits his dark heart.

10. Judge

Just like with the earlier two entries, we have another asshole ruler and this one is the father of Strawhat member, Sanji. The ruler of the Germa 66, a seafaring kingdom that is notorious for conquering islands and being paid assassins, he is a social darwanist, who caused great abuse to Sanji throughout his childhood because he turned out normal. The only reason why he wanted Sanji back into his life was to cement an alliance with Big Mom by offering him as a groom for her daughter, Pudding, which turned out to be a trap because the Yonko planned to kill him and the other Vinsmokes off to get their technology. And at the wedding when the Big Mom Pirates’ true colors are showed, all that previous super macho bravado is melted away to reveal a sniveling coward who cries when someone puts him into the situation that he put others under. And for that the Germa clones will shoveling a lot of coal for a while.

9. Spandam

This guy is the poster child on why we should have anti-neoptism laws. A snively cowardly shit Spandam when he was head of the CP9 tortured Robin all the while she was under his captivity, while arrogantly believing his CP agents were untouchable. He also has little regard for human life when he accidentally triggered the buster call and didn’t care that his subordinates could die. He even called them needed sacrifices. He was also the reason why Tom, Iceburg and Franky’s mentor, was killed due to a frame up job he did in order to obtain the Pluton from him. It’s a bit karmic seeing him be forced to take orders from his former subordinate, Lucci, but even then the clumsy klutz should trip on his black pile of gifts he will get.

8. Hody Jones

Think Arlong, but with none of his few redeeming qualities. Although Hody can be said to be a product of his environment, he’s still a nasty racist shit, who should rot in the jail cell he was put in at the end of his starring arc. With his New Fishman Pirates, they planned on taking over the kingdom and go to Reverie where they planned to massarce everyone there. However, the worst thing he’s done is assassinate Queen Otohime, because she dared to try to aim to bring peace between humans and seafolk. If you think there can be a reason for his racism, then he would answer it himself: “nothing”. Nothing happened to him to make him hate humans personally he just grew up with the toxic belief that hating humans was justified. And for that Hody spends Christmas in a jail cell, while sharing it with the number of coals that can keep him and the other withered New Fishman Pirates company.

7. Mother Carmel

To the world (and to this day, Big Mom), Mother Carmel was a saintly figure who fostered peace between humans and giants plus opened up an orphanage for children of all races. However, underneath that facade lied a wicked slaver, who pretended to be a grandmotherly figure in order to sell children to the highest dollar. Her famed action of stopping the Elbaf crew from being executed was a staged event in order to gain the trust of the giants. Her most notable so-called prized asset was Charlotte Linlin (who would later become Big Mom), who to this day doesn’t know her foster mother never truly loved her and saw her as merchandise to be sold. Even though she’s a deceased character, she certainly deserves to have her stockings filled to the brim with stone, cold coal.

6. Blackbeard

Although he’s more of a love to hate example, we all know that Blackbeard deserves to be on this list. For one thing, if you want to know why the post-timeskip is chaotic as it is it’s thanks to this guy. He for years pretended to be a loyal member of Whitebeard’s crew and acted like one of the family knit setting. However, it’s all an at to get at the Yami Yami No Mi/Dark Dark Fruit. He killed one of his own brothers/crewmates, then went off to form his own crew where he fought Ace and got him handed over to the Marines, so that he could become a Warlord and get into Impel Down. There during the breakout he recruited level six members to his crew, then used them to kill his former captain and father figure Blackbeard. And postimeskip he has been shown to now be hunting down devil fruit users for his fellow crew. There is a reason why people say he’s the anti-Luffy and what a real non-romanticized pirate is like. So, I have a feeling Santa will be stopping by on Hive Island with some hefty packages that could fit his namesake.

5. Ceasar Clown

Although he’s shown as a butt monkey after his first appearance, the record of his misdeeds cannot be forgotten. On his island he kept children captive after a mole in the marines lied to their parents about them dying at sea, which he then proceeded to experiment on them with drugged candy which made them grow giant sized and shorten their live spans. All the while pretending he was actually curing them when he couldn’t give a shit. He also is notorious for making chemical weapons of mass destruction which is used by amoral individuals like the Beast Pirates. In other words, Santa strap this asshole to a big lump of coal and drown him.

4. Doflamingo

One of the most popular villians in the series is Donquixote Doflamingo, former Warlord, top broker, and King Of Dressrosa. Man, you could have a long list of all the shit he’s pulled throughout his career and life. On the outside he might look like a gaudy Elton John rip off, but on the inside bleeds one of the scariest and ruthless characters in the series. No wonder because he was born of the World Nobles, who are a sociopathic and psychotic bunch. From his take over to Dressrosa to funding Ceasar Clown’s research, he certainly can make you scared of the color pink. And that is why we have to heep this birds feathers with a black sheen.

3. Orochi

While Doffy is pretty to look at and is flamboyantly fun, Orochi just embodies “hate sink” stereotypes. He’s just made to be obvious that this guy is not going to be a good person. Spoilers ahead: I know he was influenced into becoming an asshole but he is still an asshole who sold out his country for his own benefit. Not to mention currently it was shown he was heavily implied to be the one who killed Suriyaki and lied to everyone about being named a successor with the help of that strange woman. His 20 years of terror have caused nothing but hurt to everyone under his rule as he causes a famine due to the occupying forces of the Beast Pirates. All of his because he believed he was entitled like his grandfather to be Shogun. He also wastes food, as his country is starving and feeds a whole village of hungry people failed “Smiles” so that they can quit crying about their dead loved ones. I know Santa would know of a way to get into this closed off country, so that he can deliver this shistain a coal that is as big as a mountain.

2. Kaido

Here is the man of thousand beasts and leader of the Beast pirates. Even though Blackbeard himself is no saint, he doesn’t seem to want to destroy the world like Kaido does. An unstoppable juggernaut, he sees suicide as a way to kill boredom and is often on his ass drunk. He’s ruled over Wano through Orochi for 2 decades, as he has decimated it into a famine wide place except the capitol where the rich and his toadie lives. He uses the land to function his own war effort and has caused many of the Wano people to go through great periods of grief. Like with Blackbeard, he’s an unromanticed version of what a pirate is really like. So, Kaido be prepared for Onigashima to reign coal like it’s no tomorrow.

1. World Nobles (Celestial Dragons)

By default, you know these shitty bastards would top the list. The biggest reason because of the fact that they are above the law and are allowed to do anything they like because they are so-called “gods”. They treat the general population like crap, while blatantly owning slaves when it was supposed to have been illegalized 2 centuries ago. They are also supported by a thing called heavenly tribute which country of the world government has to give continuously, lest they get kicked out and have no way of defending themselves from pirates or slave traffickers. So I can say the biggest coal getters go to these fat pigs in their towers. Better yet they should coal statues made in (dis)honor of them.

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