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felinecryptid · 10 months

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A Local Delicacy

or the fic where hobie stares at pav and misses all the vital information

(please pay attention to the tags ✨✨ no cw's for this one)

"Wha's this thing called again?" Hobie frowned at the small, inflated crisp looking thing.

'It's called a Pani Puri, stop being so difficult," Pav reached up to hit him on the head, failing not so miserably. Hobie wanted to laugh at his disgruntled face. It had been a hot minute since they had hung out. Plus, Miles could probably use a break after the entire 'destabilising the multiverse' debacle. Pav had immediately dragged them to a nearby stall stacked to the top of the colourful umbrella with these Pani Puris, while blabbering non stop about foot traffic.

Hobie supposed some things transcend universes. Like crowds. Stray animals in narrow alleyways. Rude people. Rude cops. His crush on Pav. Capitalism. You get it. Hobie was broken out of his thoughts by the stall keeper handing him a tiny leaf cup. It was 5 centimetres at most.

"What are these for?" Gwen asked.

Pav smiled. Hobie's heart skipped a beat. "For eating. You'll see." He answered cryptically.

"Thoda time lagega beta, abhi kate pyaaz khatam hogaye," The stall keeper started chopping onions at the speed of light, his knife clacking against the ratty wooden board.

"Koi nahi kaka, aap aaram se karo," Pav bounced on the balls of his feet, replying to whatever the stall keeper said, in his sweet voice. Hobie loved when Pav spoke Hindi, there was something so flowy about it.

"What did he say?" Miles asked. Hobie was curious too. He only caught the heavily accented 'time'.

"He said it's gonna take a few mins, he just ran out of onions."

"That cutting board does not look hygienic," Gwen said, as Pav manoeuvered everyone to stand in a loose circle around the vendor.

"Arey bahut saaf hai beta! Very hygienic!" The stall keeper nodded at her, now chopping coriander. Gwen went red. Miles burst out laughing.

Pav looked embarrassed as well, and Hobie wanted to just. Hold him. He'd settle for standing close to him as he tried to sputter out something.

"Bura mat manna kaka, aapko pata hai yeh videshi log kaise hote hain." Pav scratched his neck, flashing a winning smile at the vendor and Hobie felt something stab in his heart.

"Chalega chalega, badi hi gori dikh rahi hai, pata chal gaya yahan se nahi hai." The stall keeper said while arranging the dishes around. "Uske liye kam tikha dun?"

"Gwen, do you like spicy food? Miles?" Pav asked.

"Nope." said Gwen as Miles nodded.

"What about you, Hobie?" Pav turned to him, his deep brown eyes glinting something pretty in the late afternoon light.

"Sure, why no'." Hobie shrugged, a grin inexplicably tugging at his lips. Pav turned back to the man, saying stuff in lilting tones Hobie didn't understand.

The stall keeper nodded, and cracked open one of the crisps, scooping peas and potatoes inside it and adding the green liquid and onions inside it. He swiftly placed it in Hobie's cup.

"Tha's it?" Hobie was unimpressed. This little thing?

"No, bro, you gotta eat it to get more. Put it in your mouth all at once. Don't nibble at it, or it'll get soggy and get all over your clothes." Pav said, entirely shoving his own Pani Puri into his mouth like a visual example of what to do. Hobie looked at the Pani Puri in his cup for half a second more before deciding to fuck it and copied Pav, mouth closing over the stuffed crisp.

Flavours exploded on his tongue. The sweet tanginess, the crunchy onions and the spicy peas; it was nothing Hobie had expected it to taste like and nothing like anything he had eaten in his life. He chewed, feeling the bits of the crisp puri poking all around his mouth, but that was the experience. It felt otherworldly yet somehow fulfilling. Hobie automatically extended his hand for another one.

Gwen got hers, stuffing it in her mouth, with no small amount of trepidation visible on her face. It was valid, considering she started coughing the moment she chewed it, going 'hoff, hoff, hoff!' which Hobie took to mean 'hot, hot, hot!'.

"Goddamnit Gwen, how are you gonna eat dinner with us?" Miles said easily eating the puri without breaking a sweat, his Puerto Rican taste buds used to the level of spice.

Gwen glared at him, face red and sweat dripping. "Can't you cook unspicy food for me?"

"Mami will never let you in again if you eat like a white person,"

"I am white."

"Yeah, and?"

"Hooo- kaay! Calm down children! Gwen, we can go get a kulfi for you later. Miles, stop antagonising Gwen," Pav made a 'chop' gesture at them, shaking his head frantically.

The vendor had plopped another one in his cup and was holding another one in his hand waiting for them to finish bickering. Hobie ate it, only a few drops of the green liquid spilling on his fingers. And the next one as well. And the next one. This street vendor was so fast, the fuck? With only Pav and him at the stall, because Miles was busy with Gwen, the vendor seemed to make three for each one Hobie ate. Pav didn't look bothered at all, scarfing down every one as it came.

"'oly shit, Pavi, ask 'im to slow down, 'M strugglin' 'ere, mate," Hobie managed to speak in between the positive barrage of puris.

"No way, it's part of the vibe, dude, keep up," Pav was way more graceful, easily talking between the Puris, time seeming to favour him and him only.

"Seriously?" Hobie muttered on the tailend of a particularly large Pani Puri. Pav grinned again, his right canine getting caught on his own lip. Hobie was well aware that he had a staring problem, and if he didn't get himself together, Pav will be too.

"Okay, okay," Sometimes Pav looked at Hobie in a way that had him swearing his feelings were requited, and this was one of those looks that made Hobie wonder how he's still standing up straight and not a puddle on the floor like he felt on the inside. "Kaka, thoda ahistha dena, Hobie bhi yahan naya hai."

"Theek, theek, beta," The vendor laughed. "Apke aashiq ko impress toh karna padega."

Pavi choked on his Pani Puri. Hobie turned to him concerned, as he said something in 3 octaves higher than his normal voice.

"Kaka- aashiq nahi hai woh- hum bas dost hain," Pav said, wiping tears from his eyes with his sleeve.

"Meri beti bhi apne bf ko dost bolti hai. Woh dono bhi ek dusre ko aise hi dekhten hain. Usko lagta hai mujhe nahi pata lekin ham bhi toh aapke umar ke the," The vendor winked, and Hobie was sure this conversation was not about anything he could imagine. Why on earth would this random man be winking at Pav? "Aur hum yeh bajrang dal jaise vishwas nahi rakhte, pyaar toh pyaar hota hai na?"

"Ji kaka." Hobie could see Pav's blush that seemed to radiate because why else Hobie would feel flustered too? "Ahem," Pav looked at his wrist like he was looking at the time, except he did not have a wrist watch on. "Kaka abhi hame jana padega- chemistry coaching hai- kitna hua?"

"Itni jaldi? Theek hai, sukhi puri lelo," He said, handing over two flatter crisps. Without the liquid. Hobie felt it was easier to fit this in his mouth after all the other Pani Puris. "Sath rupay hue,"

"Kya kaka, angrez dekhte bhau badha dete ho? Main akele khata toh chalis ka hota," Pav said, his voice taking a complaining tone and Hobie was surprised to find him even more endearing.

"Beta, jab aap dhanda karoge tab samajh mein ayega, abhi apko coaching nahi jana?"

"Han, kaka, din dahade loot lo," Pav said, and Hobie got a sense of defeat from his slouch, as he forked over what Hobie assumed was the price of the Pani Puris. "Let's go, before uncle embarrasses me in front of someone."

"You paid money to your uncle?" Hobie thought it'd be easier to get around in Earth-50101 as time went on, but here he was, getting more questions and no answers as he hung around.

"He's not actually my uncle, I'm calling him that out of respect. It's a cultural thing, don't worry about it," Pav answered, grabbing Hobie's hand as he wove between the forming crowd. Hobie sighed, letting Pav drag him around, his hand warm in Pav's soft palms.

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i have nothing to say.

translation (not literal translation bc then id have to explain a shit-ton of grammar, slang and indian pop culture to yall):

Thoda time lagega beta, abhi kate pyaaz khatam hogaye - it's gonna take some time, [I] just ran out of the chopped onions

Koi nahi kaka, aap aaram se karo - no problem uncle, take your time

Arey bahut saaf hai beta! - oh its very clean, kid

Bura mat manna kaka, aapko pata hai yeh videshi log kaise hote hain. - please don't be offended uncle, you know how foreigners can be like.

Chalega chalega, badi hi gori dikh rahi hai, pata chal gaya yahan se nahi hai. - It's okay, she looks very light skinned, [I] assumed she wasn't from around here.

Uske liye kam tikha dun? - should [I] make it less spicy for her?

Kaka, thoda ahistha dena, Hobie bhi yahan naya hai. - Uncle, please slow down [the pace], Hobie is new to this too.

Theek, theek, beta - Alright, kid

Apke aashiq ko impress toh karna padega. - [I know] you have to impress your boyfriend.

Kaka- aashiq nahi hai woh- hum bas dost hain, - Uncle- he's not [my] boyfriend- we're just friends,

Meri beti bhi apne bf ko dost bolti hai. Woh dono bhi ek dusre ko aise hi dekhten hain. Usko lagta hai mujhe nahi pata lekin ham bhi toh aapke umar ke the. - My daughter also claims her boyfriend is just a friend. They look at each other the same [way you do]. She thinks I don't know [about them], but we [adults] used to be your age.

Aur hum yeh Bajrang Dal jaise vishwas nahi rakhte, pyaar toh pyaar hota hai na? - I don't believe stuff like Bajrang Dal. Love is love, isn't it?

Ji kaka. - Yes, uncle. (in this case)

Kaka abhi hame jana padega- chemistry coaching hai- kitna hua? - Uncle, we need to go- It's time for my chemistry tutorial classes- how much [were the Pani Puris]?

Itni jaldi? Theek hai, sukhi puri lelo, - So fast? Okay here's your [aftersnack snack (that's that least complicated way to explain what a sukhi puri is)]

Sath rupay hue, - it's 60 rupees.

Kya kaka, angrez dekhte bhau badha dete ho? Main akele khata toh chalis ka hota - C'mon, uncle, y'all see a foreigner and increase the price? If I was here alone, this would have cost 40 rupees.

Beta, jab aap dhanda karoge tab samajh mein ayega, abhi apko coaching nahi jana? - Kid, when you grow up and have a job, you'll understand, now, don't you have classes to attend?

Han, kaka, din dahade loot lo - yeah, okay, why don't you just rob me,

Some context (you dont need to read this)

kulfi is an ice cream equivalent, usually flavoured with almonds, pistachios and saffron

beta literally means 'son' but its used to refer to any kid who's very young relative to the speaker's age; and also for jokes b/w buddies but that's a different thing

kaka literally means 'father's younger brother ie uncle', but can used to referred to any man who isnt related to you and is about the age of the speaker's parents; there are also other terms depending on by who and how you were introduced to the person

Bajrang Dal - an anti-societal group against religious and sexual minorities(as defined in the indian constitution, do not come at me with politics). Famous in pop culture for being vehemently against valentine's days and premarital eye contact (you think im joking)

The Chemistry Coaching thing is a big deal. Kids have great pride about which institute they go to. The institutes teach accelerated courses for specific competitive examinations, usually in an unethical way. It's considered kinda shameful if you don't go to one. (very dystopian, ik)

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angelic37 · 1 year

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1x03 || 1x10.

#dwedit #doctorwhoedit #doctor who #ninerosedit #rose tyler #ninth doctor #timepetals #otp: i'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye #dw parallels #parallels #by angelic37 #they speak the same language :')#1x03 #1x10 #your honor i love them so much #his smirk when he says 'that you're human'#*fans self*#rose x doctor

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intyalote · 1 year

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Never trust a hug. It’s just a way to hide your face.

#screams again #death in heaven aka microexpressions that stab you in the heart #and after all that. they are STILL terminal liars.#but it's okay because lying is a love language too #doctor who #dwedit #twelfth doctor #clara oswald #whouffaldi #dw #dw rewatch #wouldn't die of anything else

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danothan · 11 months

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man just let the guy take you out on a date already

#hal: dw man even if the JL breaks up we'll still have each other #barry: yeah? <:]#barry: hey uh btw… can i take you out to dinner?#unbelievably smitten my god #halbarry #hal jordan #barry allen #green lantern #the flash #panels #dc #danbles #their love languages are so incompatible it’s a wonder how they make it work #but that’s the mystery of their entire relationship isn’t it #yes i am always going to bring up ‘what do you even see in each other?’ ‘ykw… idk! ☺️’

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cicicolorao · 1 month

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This ended up being prop practice skdjvbdkjfvbdjkfvb

Ramon will protect itty bitty baby Maggie with his life (she has no qualms in hurting anyone who’s a threat to her)

#clh rayman #clh ramon #clh oc #clh maggie #daddy daughter time <333 #Ray ain’t no shotgun dad dw he just doesn’t want Maggie to be used the same way he has #she has worth and so does he #hair grooming is Ray’s love language his mom used to do his hair as a kid #that isn’t laserhawk specific that’s a general headcanon for Rayman

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adreamthatsworthkeeping · 4 months

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I had to capture my favourite part in the whole episode.

#Please don't interrupt me with your pressing issue #I am trying to learn this fascinating language could you please stop hurrying me!#also I wanted to put the emphasis on the learning because I loved that but it wouldn't let me #I might try to do the whole interaction because that was good too #doctor who #dw #doctor who spoilers #dw spoilers

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pendwelling · 2 years

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(the bisexuals are fighting again, jesse pls come and collect your kids)

#when the third wheel strikes back #서브 남주가 파업하면 생기는 일 #twsb #섭남파업 #christelle de sarnez #cédric riester #jesse venetiaan #my art #cedchris despise each other but dw its their love language #CEDCHRIS ARE BEST FRIENDS (DEROGATORY)(AFFECTIONATE)#and honestly ced could come out to his mom and she would laugh in his face (gestures to her and aurelie)#twsb being the most bi universe to ever bi #meme redraw #twsb fanart

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passthroughtime · 1 month

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sunday six (be the change you want to see in the world edition)

so, uh, everyone skipped it this week? ok. here's some kuwagami for you anyway

“Could you actually put some effort into this and not make it that obvious?” he tries to sound offended or at least condemnatory. It’s hard to gauge how successful he’s been, with the thunder of his heart in his ears blocking that kind of nuance.

Kuwana scoffs, “Can you not play hard to get? Or should I make the reservations at a fancy restaurant next time?”

Yagami rolls his eyes. But he is too tired to be angered by that. “Well, at least that’d be an actual effort from you, for once.”

Kuwana erupts with laughter (Yagami can’t help but smile in return) and pushes himself away from the wall, the e-cig in his hand, ready to go. “Okay, but you should dress all pretty for me. Not one of your lazy disguises. And do something with your hair, obviously, there’s no proper place that’d let you in with this shag on your head.” He tries to hook one of the curls with his vape, and Yagami takes this second to push the memories of Kuwana loving to pull on this very shag away.

“You’re one to talk.” Yagami looks over Kuwana trying to find any particular feature it’ll be easier to mock. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Yagami wishes he meant it in a bad way, but Kuwana is the direct reason why his tastes in men have become so trash lately. Because watching him, Yagami can't not think that in some kind of sense, Kuwana is really beautiful. The soft expression when he’s not frowning, his plush bow-like lips, and the sparkle in his eyes which Yagami’s been seeing more and more lately… Some nights, Yagami even regrets that he can’t, in any way or circumstance, fall in love with him.

Kuwana’s lips slowly stretch into a shit-eating grin, “You really can’t find anything to say? Or am I just so mesmerizing you lost your thought?”

Some nights he doesn’t.

“Oh, shut up already,” Yagami growls and looks around.

#kuwagami #judge eyes #sunday six #putting letters together one word at a time #this snippet is a bit long but it feels like that thing is NOT going to be a swift ride so. whatever #and yeah you can differentiate between this oneshot and the ever-changing by the tense i'm using #so it's not the ever-changing again yep. i'm writing it tho daily so dw if you do #rn figuring out the mess i made...#so it's... a process #kinda ooc-y but well. i had a moment there.#trash-talking as a love language 💅

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variousqueerthings · 4 months

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the way i read the doctor's and the tardis' relationship is that it's impossible to describe outside of the tenets of queer theory obviously, but specifically functions to me (shockingly) within a paradigm of aroace concepts that shift slightly -- but not as much as other relationships the doctor has -- with each regeneration, and considering the tardis is a space-and-time-ship and the doctor is a being that changes their face upon near-death, yes it's alien, but it's also in highly familiar/human as a symbolic structure and as a deconstruction of what relationships are traditionally deemed worthwhile, by being incredibly difficult to describe, other than that it's the most long-lasting and important relationship in either of their existences

to try and begin to describe perhaps, the tardis is home and freedom and escape and travel companion and co-driver and machine and history and change and mystery and exploration and curiosity/joy at the universe and safe haven and nigh-unknowable godlike being that has chosen the doctor

the doctor is likewise these things, except for the last -- the doctor is knowable, the tardis knows this person (they know each other, but i think the tardis has the edge because the doctor acts in ways when alone in the tardis that nobody else would see, not to the same extent), and for all that the doctor is that long-lived and grapples with whatever is close to immortality but not quite, they're not so godlike in the end

where would the tardis go without the doctor, where would the doctor go without the tardis? whatever they are, is the story for me

#the tardis #dw #doctor who #deliberately didn't use community terms outside of aroace for this one #and very deliberately didnt use the word love either because i dont think it applies -- it's just not it for this #i really do want to find some better words to describe this i really struggle to and i want to write something from the tardis' pov #i think for all that the doctor's wife is called the doctor's wife -- reductive stupid heteroamatocisnormative monogamous nonsense #and that the tardis is represented through attractive woman and it starts with the kissing -- see above description #the conversation they have at the end of the episode #and the tardis pulling on a lever just to make the doctor smile #that was ooooh that was good #i just wanted to say hello #ofc this was a very important moment but also the doctor and the tardis have this beautiful way of communicating that is #on the tardis' part non-verbal (non-traditionally-verbal?) and that is interesting too #(that is the tardis hums and has alarms and the like but it's a very overall complex language of cues and travel destinations and systems)#anyway sooo relieved that the tardis in the doctor's wife didn't say i love you or the doctor to the tardis #so much bigger on the inside and hello were very very good

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