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historic-old-guard-lover · 4 years

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Historically Booker’s native language would be Occitan and not French . He would also probably deeply resent standard / Parisian French since the government did their damnest to erase regional languages and still do it today .

Agreed! There was another post about this, but since I got an ask (I love you, anon) I’ll elaborate. Buckle up for a primer on the evolution of the French language with a brief aside for troubadours, traveling musician-poets you wish were still a career option. No, being a rock star is not quite the same.

In the early medieval period (as early as ~900CE), the country we now call France had a language divide between the northern and southern regions. In the north, they spoke langues d'oïl which is what eventually became modern standard French. In the south, they spoke Occitan or lenga d'òc and a modern form of this language is known as Provençal. Looking at the regional sub-dialects, the more northern Occitan begins to sound like a langue d’oil and the more southern dialects begin to sound like Spanish.

As I touched upon in a previous post, this is because they all share similar roots as a romance language. Even though modern standard French is a langue d’oil, occitan managed to sneak a few things into the language. If you’ve learned French as a second language, you’ll know that when you respond yes (oui) to a negative question (you don’t like cheese? / tu n’aimes pas le fromage?) that you use a different yes (si). This is a skeleton of Occitan!

The why of the invention of “standard French” is, as most “standard” things are, a detour into nationalism. In 1635, Cardinal Richelieu (under Louis XIII) founded the Académie Française (French Academy) which was tasked with standardizing the French language so that it could be exported to the rest of Europe and used to gain further prestige of the role of French philosophers during the Enlightenment. During the French Revolution, it was disregarded, but Napoleon Bonaparte restored it as part of the Institut de France (Institute of France) in 1803. To this day, the Académie is tasked with publishing the French dictionary and inventing new words for things such as “e-mails” so that the French needn’t stoop to using English loan-words.

Another part of this was the Toubon Law (August 1994) which required French (the standard French from the Académie) to be used in all official documents and advertising. It required all advertising to use French and even set a certain percentage of music on the radio that must be French. This law was literally the government going “let’s make the French french again.” If a school doesn’t instruct in French (modern, standard French of course), then they can’t receive government funds. The only exception is Breton-language schools (Breton is as north as it gets and is a langue d’oil so it still helps crush Occitan).

Since the previous paragraph probably made you mad as heck, let me give you some irony to laugh at: some French people refer to this as the loi Allgood (“law” Allgood). To explain this joke, it helps to know that Toubon is the last name of the Minister of Culture at the time the law was passed. If you break down his last name, it sounds like “tout bon” in French which translates to “all good.” People took this law saying make everything French, goddammit and replied, sure thing Minister All-Good. I love it.

Now, for the troubadours! I learned standard modern French in high school, but at university I came across Occitan because of those romantic poets. I’ll put this aside below the break so you can continue on with your day if for some reason you’re not interested in medieval French rock star-poets...

Let me begin by quoting the Wikipedia definition:

A troubadour was a composer and performer of Old Occitan lyric poetry during the High Middle Ages (1100–1350). Since the word troubadour is etymologically masculine, a female troubadour is usually called a trobairitz.

Right away you may notice a few things: 1) they wrote and sang in Occitan; 2) it was an equal-opportunity field (though it was rare for a woman to be one). The first Troubadours were mostly noblemen, but later ones could come from any social class. Yes, you read that correctly: egalitarian travelling poets! If that doesn’t sell you on these performers, I don’t know what will. The troubadours spread their tradition throughout Europe and the only thing that could stop them was the Black Plague.

As you’d expect, they mostly sang about love. A lot of their poems were about courtly love and chivalry, but they could also get bawdy. The especially good performers would be sought after by courts like famous painters. Troubadours are essentially the apex bards: romantic, witty, charming, talented, and able to make serious bank.

To finish this, I will leave you with one of the bawdiest troubadour poems I know of, Farai un vers, pos mi somelh (The Ladies with the Cat) by Guillem de Peiteus. It’s essentially the story of a dude who has sex with these women who pick up a knight on a pilgrimage (though it plays with reality and this guy’s fantasies). I’ll include it in the original Occitan, and then a translation by Robert Kehew (I believe), verse-by-verse. Forgive me for my commentary in between, but I just want you to understand how freaking clever this poem is!

Farei un vers, pos mi somelh Em vauc e m’estauc al solelh. Domnas i a de mal conselh, E sai dir cals: Cellas c’amor de cavalier Tornon a mals.

While sound asleep I’ll walk along In sunshine, making up my song. Some ladies get the rules all wrong; I’ll tell you who: The ones that turn a knight’s love down And scorn it, too.

The singer is establishing himself as a troubadour. The protagonist is dreaming, so we should be careful about what is real and imagined. He’s also invoking the trope of the philandering knight constantly falling in love and breaking his heart.

Domna fai gran pechat mortal Qe no ama cavalier leal; Mas si es monge o clergal, Non a raizo: Per dreg la deuri’hom cremar Ab un tezo.

Grave mortal sins such ladies make Who won’t make love for a knight’s sake; And they’re far worse, the ones who’ll take A monk or priest-- They ought to get burned at the stake At the very least.

The Middle Ages were not at all chaste; yes, monks and priests were having sex. This isn’t as sexist as it may come across on a first reading however. He’s not saying women shouldn’t have sex (he’s actually saying that it’s a sin not to being having sex), he’s just upset that women who are clearly willing to have sex are turning *him* down. He’s not going to get any awards for feminist of the year, but he’s not the worst. I’m sure this would rouse cheers from a tavern.

En Alvernhe, part Lemozi, M’en aniey totz sols a tapi: Trobei la moller d’en Guari E d’en Bernart; Saluderon mi simplamentz Per sant Launart.

Down in Auvergne, past Limousin, Out wandering on the sly I ran Into the wives of Sir Guarin And Sir Bernard; They spoke a poper welcome then By St. Leonard.

These are recognizable locations along a pilgrimage route. There’s a good chance that these names are replaceable (Bernard can be replaced with any last name that rhymes with a saint) and this song could be used to goad the audience. And no, he hasn’t had sex with these ladies yet. They’re just saying hello (for now).

La unam diz en son latin: “E Dieus vos salf, don pelerin; Mout mi semblatz de bel aizin, Mon escient; Mas trop vezem anar pel mon De folla gent.”

One said in her dialect, “Sir Pilgrim, may the Lord protect Men so sweet-manned, so correct, With such fine ways; This whole world’s full of lunatics And rogues, these days.”

I think most would agree that this is happening in the knight’s sex-dream because she’s just sweet talking him. The awesome part is that the “dialect” reflects the singer actually adopting a Northern French language (they’re mutually intelligible). Guillem didn’t have to go that hardcore, but he did.

Ar auzires qu’ai respondut; Anc no li diz bat ni but, Ni fer ni fust no ai mentaugut, Mas sol aitan: “Barbariol, babariol, Babarian.”

For my reply--I’ll swear to you I didn’t tell them Bah or Boo, I answered nothing false of true; I just said, then, “Babario, babariew, Babarian.”

This guy just mocks their accents as a reply. Wildin’.

So diz n’Agnes a n’Ermessen: “Trobat avem que anam queren. Sor, per amor Deu, l’alberguem, Qe ben es mutz, E ja per lui nostre conselh Non er saubutz.”

So Agnes said to Ermaline, “Let’s take him home, quick; don’t waste time. He’s just the thing we’d hoped to find: Mute as a stone. No matter what we’ve got in mind, It won’t get known.”

In this stanza we see two repeats and a new thing. First, the names are easy to replace (Agnes doesn’t even have to rhyme with anything) so that this can be done to call out a specific woman’s name. Second, the language skills are being flaunted again as this Occitan-speaker is just casually showcasing that he can sing about sex in other languages too, thankyouverymuch. Lastly, this is WOMEN voicing their desire, not men. The man is silent, they think he’s incapable of speech. This is two women in a poem/song getting to steer the story how they please. Stepping back, this is a guy’s sex-dream so you could argue he’s just got a kink for dominant women, but regardless that’s a pretty cool way to turn masculinity on its head.

La unam pres sotz son mantel Menet m’en sa cambra, al fornel. Sapchatz qu’a mi fo bon a bel, El focs fo bos, Et eu calfei me volentiers Als gros carbos.

Under her cloak, one let me hide; We slipped up to her room’s fireside. By now I thought one could abide To play this role-- Right willingly I warmed myself At their live coals.

Yes, this dude is saying he’s more than happy to let the women take charge. Don’t kink-shame him.

A manjar mi deron capos, E sapchatz agui mais de dos, E noi ac cog ni cogastros, Mas sol nos tres, El pans fo blancs el vins fo bos El pebr’ espes.

They served fat capons for our fare-- I didn’t stop at just one pair; We had no cook or cook’s boy there, But just us three. The bread was white, the pepper hot, The wine flowed free.

A capon is a castrated rooster, fattened for eating. He’s being fattened (and emasculated by letting them take control) before the women get down to their fun with him.

“Sor, aquest hom es enginhos, E laissa lo parlar per nos: Nos aportem nostre gat ros De mantenent, Qel fara parlar az estros, Si de renz ment.”

N’Agnes anet per l’enujos, E fo granz et ac loncz guinhos: E eu, can lo vi entre nos, Aig n’espavent, Q’a pauc non perdei la valor E l’ardiment.

“Wait, sister, this could be a fake; He might play dumb just for our sake. See if our big red cat’s awake And fetch him, quick. Right here’s one silence we should break If it’s a trick.”

So Agnes brought that wicked beast, Mustachioed, huge, and full of yeast; To see him sitting at our feast-- Seemed less than good; I very nearly lost my nerve And hardihood.

So yes, he’s joking about almost loosing his boner and there’s that language play again. The big part of the ending, however, is the imagery of the red cat. Cats are typically associated with women, and the color red tempts the mind into thinking of it as female passion or some kind of prowling sexuality (with undertones of evil). The subtext here is that they’re going to test him by letting this cat scratch him up to see if he’ll cry out. If he can keep his mouth shut and allow the womens’ passions, he can stay. If he can’t, he’s out. Ultimately, I’m going to say that this poem is subtly for women’s empowerment. Go scratch up your knights, ladies.

#the old guard #historic #reference #sebastien le livre #booker #french #nationalism #language standardization #occitan #troubadours #i wish i was as cool as troubadours #so underappreciated #asks #lovely anon

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dayy-dreamerrs · 3 years

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Oof i felt the "and now watch nobody do it" in my heart, so I'm here to prove you wrong

Concept: aramour date to an animal shelter. Just fluff. Both figuratively and literally because the kittens and puppies are indeed very fluffy

hgksdfhgkjsfdghfsd bro thank you so so much-- proved me wrongg

also this is so so cute <3

um i think half the words are some variation of cat, and employee but i hope it’s okay still lmao-- here’s the ao3 link if you want to read it there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29118897

Jane squeals, as she and Catalina enter the animal shelter. The two are on their first official date, since they’ve finally started dating. The other four queens have been super supportive, and were super excited for them, with Anne shouting an, “I knew it! AAAAAH!”

The queens visit the animal shelter every so often, but it’s the first time Lina and Jane have gone together on a date. “M’lady,” Lina holds open the door for Jane smiling. Jane blushes, smiling back gently taking her girlfriend’s hand.

She practically sprints over to one of the workers, who brings the two queens over to a room, where there are a few kittens, some sleeping, and others who are playing together. A small black and white kitten comes over to where Jane is standing in the doorway.

As if on cue, Lina’s phone buzzes with a message from Kat. “Kat wants pictures if there are any kittens,” she says chuckling. Jane slowly bends down, sitting on the floor to play with the smaller animal. “Awww, look at them,” she coos, as it climbs into her lap.

“Love, you look so cute. Can I take a picture for Kat?” Jane nods, smiling at the camera. A wide grin spreads across Lina’s face, as she takes a few pictures, putting away her phone. “They’re so precious.” The older girl gently brushes her hand over the long soft fur of the cat.

The cat begins purring, and the silver queen looks over at Lina, giving her a look like Aaah this is so cute, I love them. The other girl finds a toy mouse, which she holds out to the cat, who eagerly reaches out a paw to swat at it. Jane pouts, as they leave her lap, to go play with Lina, who giggles at her girlfriend.

There’s a knock on the door, and the same employee is back at the door, smiling at the two women both playing with the black and white furball. “Wow, Elli really likes you guys. She’s usually pretty shy,” they say, still smiling.

“Awww, really? Elli’s so sweet.” Jane gently picks the kitten up, petting her. She immediately begins purring, and Lina looks lovingly at the two, uncontrollably smiling, seeing her girlfriend so happy.

“Ways to make Janey happy- give her a cat. Noted.” The third queen nods. Lina gives Elli one last scratch behind the years, before standing up, stretching. “Darling, want to go see some dogs?” she asks excitedly. Jane sticks her tongue out at her girlfriend, jokingly.

“Yes, but can we come back to El after?”

“Of course,” Catalina chuckles, as Jane gently puts down the cat, her grey sweater now nearly covered in fluffy hair.

“Shhh. I’m starting my crazy cat grandma stage early love,” she jokes, throwing up finger guns. The gold queen laughs, and the employee closes the narrow crack in the door, so none of the animals can get out.

Now it’s Lina’s turn to practically run down the hall to where the dogs are. She pushes open the door, face immediately lighting up when she sees all of the dogs. “Janey look look look!” She points to a big Saint Bernard, near another group of dogs, a little girl, and her parent are playing with. The little sign on his crate says his name is Gus.

“Hellooo,” she’s using the pet voice™to talk to the dog looking up at her. To Catalina’s delight the couple is able to take him out, and play with him. The play area’s not huge, but there’s enough space for Lina to rub him behind the ears, and play with a few squeak toys. Jane’s a little nervous around bigger animals, but the first queen gently helps her to relax. Eventually she even gives him a few pats, and is contentedly watching her girlfriend rub the dog’s belly. She takes a little video sending it to the other queens with Lina’s permission. Kat begins key smashing, and spamming about wanting the cat from before.

Jane giggles, and Catalina looks up smiling. “Kat’s begging me to get us a cat while we’re here, right after I sent them a video of you being cute with a dog.”

“So maybe we shouldn’t have mentioned Elli,” Catalina jokes.

“Ell! Can we go see her again?” The silver queen gives her puppy-dog eyes, and her girlfriend nods smiling. Lina excuses herself to go to the bathroom, running out of the room, while Jane makes sure Gus is back in his cage, walking slowly back to the room where Elli is. When she slowly cracks open the door, not wanting to let any of the animals out, Lina is already there holding a quiet Elli.

“Janey, we have to get going, but I did a thing.”

“Hmm? Uh oh--”

“No it’s good I promise. You and Kat are gonna be psyched.” She beams at her girlfriend. The same employee from before comes out from behind the front desk, with a pet carrier, and paperwork.��

“Okay, so it was definitely not the best idea-- but guess who now has a cat?”

Jane squeals jumping up and down, clapping. “Are you serious?!” she brings her voice lower, realizing she might disturb the animals. Lina nods, blushing at how excited Jane is.

“We’re going to have to stop by the store, and pick up food, and litter and everything-- maybe I should’ve thought of that before--”

“Hey, we didn’t know Ell would be here!” the third queen interrupts. Lina fills out the paperwork, as the employee shows Jane how to properly hold the pet carrier, and gives her a list of what she’ll need to be properly taken care of. Catalina finishes with the paying arrangement, as Jane bends down to get their new pet into the roomy carrier.

“Bye Elloise! You’re going to have a lovely new home,” the worker pets her behind the ears, and she purrs, before obediently going into the holder, Lina closing the door behind her. The two girls thank the shelter staff member, making their way back to the car.

Jane is quick to hop into the backseat gently placing Elli down next to her, on the middle seat. Catalina turns around from the driver’s seat, giving her girlfriend a loving smile. They pass a pet store on the way home, and Lina offers to go in while Jane stays with Ell. The gold queen is gone for a little more than 10 minutes, coming back with a cart full of the basics.

“I thought we could come back and get some more toys, and things with Kat,” she says, as she loads the trunk. The younger queen nods, thanking Lina again and again for getting everything, and for letting them take Ell home. The older girl giggles, and Jane is quiet, blushing. They sit in content silence for the rest of the drive home, the only sounds are the other cars, and the sound of the cat snoring softly.

It’s dark by the time they pull into the driveway, both smiling, the pet carrier held tight in Catalina’s hand. Jane softly laces her fingers with her girlfriend’s other hand, making it a bit harder to open the old front door. Eventually, Kat comes to their rescue, pulling open the door from the other side, welcoming the two back home happily. Jane let’s go of Catalina’s hand, giggling as the first queen moves the carrier gently behind her back.

“Kat, go get the others we have a surprise!” she says, and they bound off. The six are soon rounded up, and Lina gets down on the floor with the pet carrier. Kat squeals extremely loudly, causing Cathy to jump back, and Anne to wrap her arms around them.

“Cat cat cat cat cat cat cat!!!!” they squeal excitedly. They’re up nearly the entire night, getting Elli acquainted with the house, Kat excitedly following her around wanting to play with her. But eventually Elli gets tired out, and ends up curling up in Lina’s lap falling asleep, with Jane petting her gently. The two exchange loving smiles, cuddling up together, looking down at the ball of fur rising and falling with every breath.

#astrid writes #fanfic #six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #asks

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orangewritesstuff · 7 years

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Tfp megatron,starscream, knockout, and breakdown turned into dogs and human!s/o taking care of them,petting them, and hugging them. I love dogs.

I love dogs too! But I’ve never ever had a dog due to my allergies. And I don’t know that much about how to take care of them. I mean, I have some ideas, but I had to ask Google for help, lol.

Oh, shoot, it came out more like general mech-to-dog headcanons, isn’t it..? Still hope you’ll like it, love!

Prologue

You woke up early at morning because of strange sounds you had heard. It sounded like… panting? Very heavy panting. Almost as if it was… dog? You almost laughed — yeah, a dog. No way. This is Nemesis and you were in your mech’s berthroom. You giggled a little, then rolled over to get up from the bed…

And barely held back a shriek. In front of your bed stood Soundwave, silent as always. “Soundwave!” You tried to calm down. “Stop sneaking up on people like that! Especially at morning…” He barely nods, still looking at you. It was uncomfortable, mostly because you didn’t know why is he here this early. “Is there… something you need? And did Megatron already left.?” Soundwave shook his head. “But he is not here?” He shook his head again. You raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. And then you heard weird sounds again. They sounded like… like some animal was scratching something metal with its claws. Only then you noticed Soundwave’s hand, his slim digits positioned as if he was holding something, very delicately… Or someone? You heard barking, and your eyes widened in realisation. That was indeed a dog in there!

You looked at Soundwave bewildered. “Why… is there a dog here?”. In a few long minutes, Soudwave told you something about weird experiments with organics material, something about holoforms decepticons were trying to make to be on one level with autobots, something more… He explained to you, very shortly, that there was an accident, which resulted in this situation: your mech is now a dog for an unknown amout of time. “Can you… show me him?” You carefully asked. Silent mech nodded and lowered his hand near you, then slowly let your mech… er, dog… out. It (he?) seemed disoriented for a moment. This moment gave you a time to observe it. You saw…

Megatron

…a very obviously irritated rottweiler. Yep, this is Megatron. Definitely. Actually, he looked kind of cute, being a dog and all of this… You’ve always liked dogs, and he was intimidating, but still somehow very adorable in his irritation. It made you snicker. Megatron glared at you and got off Soundwave’s hand, coming to you. He sat in front of you, and you saw, that he was actually pretty big for a dog. And still, it didn’t scare you. You reached out to his head, wanting to pet him. He growled at your hand, but you weren’t going to give up, so you kept going. Then Megatron tried to bite you. You gasped, then frowned. “Megz! Behave!” You said as you lightly flicked his nose. That made him calm down, looking at you almost shocked. You just smirked, petting his head, now that he was calm. “This is going to be very interesting…”

Most of the time you spend on teaching Megatron how to behave. He actually bit you a few times, when you tried to stop him from doing something. Like, this one time when he was so disgusted by dog’s food, he made a mess by scattering everything in the bowl on the floor.

He found out that couch in your corner of room is very comfortable and now he is on it every time he wants. With dirty paws. Whenever you try to wash him, he tries to bite you yet again.

Megatron never ever whined. Never ever. At least, till he bites you too hard. You cried out in pain, and he got scared. He whined while you treated your small wound. He actually never bit you after that.

Hate baths. And dog food. And when you try to pet him (at least he tries to, but you saw how relaxed he becomes). Pretty much hate everything.

Ok, he does not hate everything. Remember the couch? When you read something, he comes to you, lay down on the couch with head on your lap. He still “don’t like” petting, but he definitely likes when you read to him.

Very boring dog, because he doesn’t want to play with you, even on your rather short walks :(

Never wents too far on walks. Calm and observant, always smells something. He likes waks. That’s good, right?

He is also the smatest dog, but just because he somehow keeps all of his instincts under control. HOW.

Eats meat like a wild animal, it’s almost scary.

Once he is back, he will never mention this incident.

Starscream

…a very lost black poodle. Starscream is poodle now. This is not exactly what you expected, but he looked so adorably confused. You started to laugh at his expression, and he made a weird high-pitched screech. You’ve never thought that poodle can sound so peacock-like. Starscream ran to you, rather clumsily, with his claws loudly tapping on the metal floor. He buried his head in your stomach, whining. You think this was something caused by instincts, because he would never act that way if he was himself. You hugged the poor thing. For some reason, he was scared, and your heart filled with pity. Poor seeker. Can’t even fly now. Well, since no one knows for how long it’ll stay that way, you can at least try to make him comfortable.

He would be in some kind of depression for a few days. Starscream clearly couldn’t get used to his present state. He won’t eat dog food, so you have to find a way to feed him. He actually liked some pork and plain yogurt. You double-checked if they’re ok for dogs, though, you don’t want him to get sick.

Starscream is a very anxious poodle. He whines and cries when you are not near him, got scared by other mechs easily. Probably because he is so small.

Megatron tried to step on him, no one knows if it was an accident. You saved poor seeker, and he clung to you all day.

Adore hugs. He is very anxious and restless, almost trembling when you are hugging him. Sleeps with you all the time.

You found out why he is so nervous when you went to a walk. Once he is outside, he is running around like a mad…dog. Turns out, he needed more air. He is still a seeker and being grounded, and inside of the ship — it scared him and was highly uncomfortable. Since then, you try to walk with him as long as you can.

WELL, YOU KNOW, HE WAS CUTER, WHEN HE WAS NERVOUS. Now he is very picky! Won’t eat a pork with too much lard (or how do you call it), won’t lay with you if you are asking. He will even act like he doesn’t like hugs and petting!

Don’t like baths, but looks so cute when he is wet. But he likes when you try to use fan to dry him. Probably, because of air.

Once he is back, he is sooo embarrassed. Won’t talk about it either, just because he is very uncomfortable with how he acted when he was scared. Tsundere-mod full on. (Still thanks you for your help. Though, very hesitantly).

Knockout

…the smuggest papillon you’ve ever seen in your short human life. You could FEEL Knockout’s smirk. Even if he is a dog. He is not going to get down, you realized, so you came to pick him up. Knockout nuzzled into your neck, tickling you with his fluffy ears. You chuckled. “No, Doc, I won’t carry you around. You should walk by yourself.” You settled Knockout on floor, and he huffed, running somewhere else, somewhere towards kitchen corner. You shrugged and turned to Soundwave. Not even a minute came by when you two heard something fell and broke to pieces in the kitchen. Smug Knockout ran out of there. You sighed. It’s going to be difficult.

SO. PICKY. Won’t eat a lot of things that he should eat, would always steal something he wants even if he can’t eat it.

He loves sitting on your lap. And he loves petting and he loves when you stroke his fur. He is getting soo relaxed and calm, this is the only way to stop him from being naughty and moody.

Hates all sorts of dirt, due to this, loves bathing. But only with the shampoo he likes. Probably will try to make you use your own, but nope! You want him to be healthy!

Doesn’t like to play, but sometimes plays with... ribbons. Are you sure he is a dog and not a cat?

CLIMBING EVERYWHERE. Only if there is no dirt, lol. You have to save him quite a lot. You think he likes it and that’s why he does it more often.

No, really, you sure he is not a cat? Because his favorite things is salmon, tuna and milk. Luckily, he doesn’t have lactose intolerance.

He is definitely likes to make you worried. Whether it means being in danger or trying to break some of your stuff. You realised that he is teasing you only after he fell from shelves and you caught him. You were worried sick, but he looked soo pleased!

You just can’t stay mad at him, because he makes the best puppy eyes.

Pretends that he is not watching when you’re changing for sleep.

He is watching.

When he is back, he tease you a lot like the asshole he is. Lovingly, of course. But you almost hit him, when he started to talk about your striped underwear in front of Breakdown.

Breakdown

...probably a hapiest Saint Bernard you’ve seen. Breakdown ran to you instantly. But he is definitely forgot that he is a big boy. Bigger than normal SBernard for sure. You are lucky that you are still on the bed, because you needed something soft to land on, when he charged himself on you, licking your face. You giggled, trying to push him off. “Ok, ok, I love you too, good boy, just get off, Breaky, you are heavy!” You think time you’ll spend with him will be very enjoyable!

He LOVES to play! Outside, inside, with everything and everywhere. And he always licks your face or hands after you done playing.

Eats everything. Steals food. Kepp an eye on him.

Love hugs and literally any affection. Petting? Awesome! Hugging? Th best! Just laying near you? Great!

He is one of those oversized dogs, who doesn’t realize that they are big. That’s why he broke a few cups while running around.

Breakdown is the softest big dog you’ll ever meet. He is so comfortable to hug. That’s why you let him sleep with you, even though he is a little bit too big for your bed.

Loves everything. Bath, walks, food, games. Especially you.

Following you around the ship everywhere. Knockout snickering at you two and tease you a lot. That makes Breaky growl at him.

Loves to get under your covers while you are watching movies or something. Somehow, you never notice until his cold wet nose is touching your hand.

After he is back, he tells you, that it was fun. He actually enjoyed it, though, he would never want to stay like this.

#orange imagines #ugggh i want to sleeep #DOGS ARE CUTE #transformers #transformers headcanons #transformers prime #transformers imagines #tfp #tfprime #tfp megatron #tfp starscream #tfp breakdown #tfp knockout #knockout #breakdown #starscream #megatron #maccadam

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moonsyrups · 7 years

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sims 20 questions tag

i was tagged by @sarangimjaebum & @p8xel

sim’s name: choi taegun or just gun

what’s your sim’s favorite food? he likes samgyetang and seafood but has a guilty pleasure for greasy food and ranch

what is your sim’s favorite color? red

what is your sim’s zodiac sign? capricorn sun/sagittarius moon

does your sim believe in “love at first sight”? hell no he doesn’t, he barely believes in love after a year of dating

5 - what is your sim’s sexuality? who’s asking

is your sim a cat or dog person (or both)? both he doesn’t discriminate

adding to previous question, if your sim were a cat and/or dog, what breed(s) would it be? well he wants a big dog, like a saint bernard or something, but his mom’s allergic so no dog for him

does your sim have a best friend? kind of? he has his coworker named huan but he doesn’t talk to many people at school and then there’s yuna obviously

what is your sim’s ethnicity? korean

if your sims could travel to anywhere in the world, where would they visit? vietnam

if your sim was a castaway on a distant, uncharted island, who would they bring? yuna because she understands him and would let him have alone time when he needs it

does your sim have a favorite tv show and/or movie? he really likes kdramas.. and stuff like GOT, doctor who, twin peaks, stranger things, narcos.. yeah

does your sim believe in the “simulation theory”? um no

does your sim have a favorite kind of clothing to wear? yes, baggy clothes and tight pants and streetwear looking clothes.. that are mostly black

does your sim have a lucky charm? not necessarily

what kind of music or singers does your sim listen to? a lot of rap so like brockhampton, kendrick, giriboy, gray, zelo, tyler the creator, etc

does your sim have a favorite family activity to do together? what dat

what is your sim’s age? 17

does your sim have a dream job? he literally wants to be a farmer

what is your sim’s favorite beverage? coke

what is your sim’s favorite dessert? like i said he likes greasy food and he’s a savory person so chocolate covered pretzels but like the soft pretzels just dipped in chocolate omfg

does your sim have any siblings? if so, do they get along with all of them? yuna and yes.. i mean they’re twins so they’re weird but they really love each other

what activity/hobby makes your sim the happiest? he writes music and really enjoys it so!!!! he likes pouring out his feelins

if you could meet your sim, would you be friends with them? hell yeah i love a good loner (me)

i tag: @femmesim @bananahut @ichosim @spellburstss4 @wooldawn @dreambot and @daisyxsims even tho she won’t do it (also i forgot your url for like 5 minutes)

#is this even 20 questions like i think there were more than 20 #anyways #ts4 #gun #char stuff #also this is me showing his slightly tweaked face #love u gun

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