#hover for translation !!

[frownyalfred]

Today I fixed a huge problem at work because I was the only one on the team who knew how to adjust tooltips (thanks ao3) so don’t ever let anyone ever tell you writing fanfiction isn’t worthwhile.

[mackerel-cheese]

here's a tutorial on how to have multilingual shenanigans without having to link back your translations in the ANs or something like that but also make it look nice in EPUB format? Here's my take on it. :)

mm whatcha say?: Changing Text On Hover for Multilingual Fics (A Download Friendly Workskin)

go forth and be free my lovelies

this is heavily inspired by @teekettle's tutorial on AO3!!

[kiis1k]

Me looking at the 25,000 word fic I've written of an in depth AU that i'm too lazy to upload onto ao3 because I don't feel like formatting and tagging it

[captainjonnitkessler]

I think being on the internet has given a lot of leftists a drastically skewed view of how popular our beliefs are.

Most politicians support Israel because most Americans support Israel - only 8% of the population thinks the US should publicly criticize Israel.

Bernie didn't lose the primaries because the Democrats were just too scared of having a real progressive in office so they rigged the election, he lost because socialists are the least-electable people in America and because fewer people voted for him. That's how elections work. ( In b4 'but everyone else dropped out in a coordinated effort to concentrate votes behind biden!' - yeah, if your candidate can only win when the vote is split eight ways that's not a viable candidate. And I voted for Bernie!)

As of 2021 only about 15% of Americans support defunding the police, 47% would like to see increased police funding, and the number of people who think violent crime is a "very big" problem jumped 20 percentage points up to 61% in one year.

And it's just really frustrating to see internet leftists being super condescending as though everybody should already know everything and be on board with this stuff or else they're a Bad Person, driving people away from leftist ideology or making people too afraid to ask questions lest they be branded as a Centrist or worse, a Liberal, or refusing to engage in politics until they're being specifically catered to even though that would be political suicide (and would therefore not accomplish anything anyway.)

And like. It's fine to think that people who support Israel or more police funding are bad people, frankly I think a lot of them are. But I think even more are just misinformed or not really informed about alternatives at all. And not everyone is in the headspace to do education or outreach, but when you're only 10% of the population I think you need to make a choice about whether you want to feel good about being right on the internet or whether you want to be effective. It's frustrating to have to walk someone step-by-step through why genocide is bad, but it's a lot more likely to change minds than shouting at someone that they're obviously just a genocide-loving racist is.

[alchemistdetective]

"C'est très stupide."

「言語はハクレイバリアを通して自動的に翻訳される。そうでなければ混乱する。」

"Hi, I'm Chloe! All of you smell!"

[desafia]

the way i wanna write spanish dialogue for mags sometimes but i am far less fluent than she is lmaooo

[samwpmarleau]

fic: simon says

whumptober day 26: communication barrier masterlist: tumblr, ao3 Sometimes, Daisy gets frustrated when Robbie speaks Spanish. In more ways than one. WARNING: Very NSFW.

“¿Por qué siempre eres tan pinche terca?”

The wealth of additional arguments and rebuttals Daisy had intended to choose from fizzles and dies in favor of glaring. The first few times Robbie had begun speaking Spanish during an argument, she’d assumed it wasn’t an intentional thing, that the fraught situation had led him to inadvertently slip into it. She’s gotten better at understanding some of it, studying what she can between missions, but she’s far from all the way there yet, especially when he speaks so quickly.

She knows his intentions now. Now, she’s figured out that most of the time he does it simply to frustrate the hell out of her. Since she can only understand two words in five, she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to be responding to, or be upset with, which means she can’t adequately respond at all, which means by default he wins the argument. The fact that most of the time their arguments aren’t vitally important, and that for the ones that are, he stays in English, is completely beside the point.

She’s hit her limit.

Violating their long-held policy to not use their powers on each other, Daisy extends her hand and quakes him against the wall. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

“If you learned Spanish, it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Estoy tratando aprender. I can’t learn it in a day.” She really has been trying. It’s not her fault she rarely gets days off, or that trying to practice with Yo-Yo generally devolves into having to keep straight which rules and slang are Mexican-American and which are Colombian. Not super productive.

“Intentando aprender,” Robbie corrects.

“Aprender whatever. You’re being a dick.”

“I’m not the one using my powers on you.”

“Oh, give me a break. You want to take advantage of me, then I’ll do the same.”

“Take advantage of you? It’s a different language, not kidnapping.”

“I seem to remember you doing that, too.”

“We were enemies. You got in my way.”

“I wanted to talk, you wanted to fight. Some things never change, apparently.”

“You threatened my brother.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything to him. And this is off topic.”

“You started it.”

Daisy drops her hand, releasing him from the quake. Keeping him pinned against the wall isn’t making the conversation less combative. “I can’t discuss something with you if you’re deliberately making it so I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I haven’t been —”

“Yes, you have! And now you’re lying to me about it.”

Robbie scoffs. “So, what, now I’m only ever allowed to speak English around you?”

“Don’t twist my words. That is not what I said.”

“If I can only speak what you understand, I may as well not speak it at all.”

An impasse falls. He’s not entirely wrong; it’s probably frustrating on his end that her mastery of the language is lacking. While English is as much his native language as Spanish, she’s seen how much he enjoys chattering away with Gabe, Yo-Yo, or any given neighbor in the latter. But she’s not asking him to stop doing that, or being illiterate on purpose; she would just like to know when something concerns her, and to not be deliberately kept out of the loop. Is that so unreasonable?

She exhales and wills her blood pressure to lower.

“Amo cuando tú hablas español. Pero no cuando … damn it, ¿cómo se dice ...?” She sighs at running out of vocab. She gave it a shot. “Not when we’re arguing. It’s patronizing, and you do only it to get on my nerves.”

“You don’t need the tú. It’s implied.”

Daisy glares at him. “I am trying to have a conversation with you, not a grammar lesson.”

“Just trying to be helpful.”

“Well, you’re not.”

“The Spanish wasn’t to — it’s not meant to be patronizing, it’s to stop having to argue,” Robbie says. “Half the time I don’t even know why we’re arguing in the first place.”

“It takes two.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t always leave your spy shit at the door, you’re so defensive.” Sensing her indignation, he amends, “I don’t always leave my shit at the door either, and the Rider’s not exactly a pacifist. But I hate fighting with you. So the Spanish, it … it’s usually good at stopping things. If you’re stuck on what I’m saying, neither of us can engage.”

“How convenient that you always come out on the winning side.”

Robbie shrugs.

A headache forming, Daisy drops onto one of the barstools. “If you want a timeout, then just pick a safe word or something, don’t use my illiteracy against me.”

Robbie lets out a surprised laugh. “A safe word?”

“Yes, Robbie, a safe word. Tiempo … something?”

“Tiempo fuera.”

“Yeah, that. We can use that. Okay?”

“Okay,” Robbie says, bewildered. “That doesn’t make up for the quake, though.”

“Come on, it was a baby quake.”

“I don’t care.”

Yeah, maybe that one’s on her. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

“Not good enough. Deals aren’t just things to me. You know that.”

No souls were exchanged in this one, last she checked. But if she’d signed hers over to a demon, she’d probably be finicky about making new ones, too. Argument or no argument, she had promised.

“What do you want?” she asks.

Robbie crosses his arms over his chest as he appraises her. “What did you mean earlier when you said you like when I speak Spanish?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, “it’s a part of who you are, and I kinda like that guy, in case you haven’t noticed. Usually.”

It’s all true — it’s just not the whole truth, technically. But the very last thing she wants to do right now is give him an ego boost, and telling him the other reason she likes it most definitely would. She just prays lie-proof Ghost Rider keeps his goddamn mouth shut.

Robbie hums in consideration. “All right. I’ll let you know.”

She’d been hoping for a quick answer.

“Fine. Just don’t make me vacuum. I hate vacuuming.”

The corner of Robbie’s mouth twitches. “It won’t be vacuuming.”

She almost forgets about that end to the conversation, so long does Robbie go without mentioning it. They return to normal. Even more so, really, considering the lack of even basic disagreements. Robbie’s Spanish is kept mostly positive, and translated if she’s relevant and too lost to guess the context. The benedictions, or declarations, or whatever, that he murmurs in bed are indecipherable, but those she really doesn’t care whether she understands or not. She’ll gladly take ignorance if it means his kisses down her neck, her stomach, her wrists, her clit, will continue.

———

Two months after their blowup, Mack sends the pair of them on a mission to London. They are to accompany some crooked British diplomat to a lively ballet to keep him away from the documents and dirty cash in his office safe, on which May will be planting pinhead-sized trackers.

No problem. It’s an excuse to get a new outfit, which she’s not going to complain about. She brings Simmons along to a boutique that would be far out of her price range if she weren’t able to expense it. She decides on a green velvet number that probably is too low-cut for the mission, and obscenely tight around the bust.

Her tits look fantastic.

Robbie certainly has no objections, judging by the way he unabashedly rakes his eyes down every inch of her at the theatre when she removes her pashmina.

Ambassador Burgess, too, isn’t very subtle about noticing the dress. All the better if he’s a slimeball; it means less chance of suspicion. He kisses her hand, then nods to Robbie. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Martinez.”

“Likewise,” she smiles. “Are you looking forward to the performance, ambassador? It’s been years since my husband and I attended the Royal Ballet, we couldn’t be more excited.”

“Ah, can you repeat that, love? A little louder,” Burgess asks, leaning in closer to her. “I apologize, an old schoolmate of mine and I went for a turkey shoot this morning and my ears are still ringing!”

“Is that right?” Robbie asks with interest.

The three of them make smalltalk until the lights dim, the curtain rises, and dancers leap onto the stage. Daisy and Robbie take their seats behind Burgess, the rest of the box empty but for two security guards at the door behind a privacy screen.

Robbie patiently waits half an hour before revealing his secondary mission.

“Want to have a little fun?” he whispers.

She tears her eyes from the performance to look at him in confusion. “What?”

“I figured out your weakness. I just haven’t had a good time to use it.”

“And what weakness is that?”

“Me.”

———

read the rest on ao3

[caityjay13]

Lyrics translation - 蘇打綠 《安静在沸腾》

I couldn't find an English translation or pinyin for this song easily, so I snagged the lyrics from this post on baidu, ran them through mtl, did some spot-checking, and am posting them so I can read them more nicely (and sing along to this absolute banger)!

The song is 安静在沸腾 (ānjìng zài fèiténg, Silence* is Boiling) by the Taiwanese group sodagreen. (I know it's Taiwanese and these are simplified characters, but that's because I found them on baidu and also traditional characters scare me a little I won't lie.)

*I would love to hear thoughts on how folks would interpret 安静 in this context. I don't dislike "silence", but perhaps "calm" is more apt in this case? There are merits to each, but I find myself wanting to explain the depth of the word when I just translate it as "silence".

理性 的我 在左边侧脸 lǐxìng de wǒ zài zuǒbiān cè liǎn The rational me is on the left side of my face

不开口 却不寂寞 bù kāikǒu què bù jìmò I don't speak but I'm not lonely

感性 的我 在右边心田 gǎnxìng de wǒ zài yòubiān xīntián The emotional me is on the right side of my heart

翻涌着 热切思索 fānyǒng zhe rèqiè sīsuǒ Surging with fervent thoughts

想法的猫来回在黑白键 xiǎngfǎ de māo láihuí zài hēibái jiàn The cat of thoughts goes back and forth on the black and white keys

情绪的门关又开 不遮掩 qíngxù de mén guān yòu kāi bù zhēyǎn The door of emotions closes and opens without hiding

我的安静在沸腾 你是否听见 wǒ de ānjìng zài fèiténg nǐ shìfǒu tīngjiàn My silence is boiling over, do you hear it?

描绘出的 画面 miáohuì chū de huàmiàn The picture is drawn

我停止 使用预言 wǒ tíngzhǐ shǐyòng yùyán I've stopped using prophecies

我迈进我的世界 wǒ màijìn wǒ de shìjiè I'm stepping forward into my world

用最高的价格拍卖明天 yòng zuìgāo de jiàgé pāimài míngtiān Auction off tomorrow at the highest price

语言就是我声线 yǔyán jiùshì wǒ shēngxiàn Language is only my voice

世界都活在今天 shìjiè dōu huó zài jīntiān The whole world lives in today

I'm getting on my way

[thorin]

i'm so intrigued by the azhâr fic. the writer came up with what is, in my personal opinion, the most realistic scenario for the "thorin & his nephews survive" AU. the fic is discontinued & "only" has 14 chapters, but has 152k words. it's such a gigantic fic. & the writer is nowhere to be found, only the artists & linguists that contributed to it.

i almost dread to finish it because i'll always want to know the ending of their story!! one time i read a bagginshield fic that had (& STILL HAS) 42/43 chapters & TRUST ME i haven't been able to stop thinking abt it. IT'S BEEN 6 YEARS SINCE I'VE READ IT

has anyone here read azhâr? if so what's ur opinion!!

[datsu-rock2763]

yeah i don’t think that’s what “kore mafumafu ga yaru no kusa” translates to 😭😭😭😭

[ankahikoibaat]

The One With The Plot

Geet has an ulterior motive in entering the Junejas' lives.

As written and posted on India-Forums in 2009/2010.

[ahalliance]

Rating: Gen

Archive Warning: None

Category: Gen

Fandom: QSMP

Relationships: Etoiles & Pomme, Etoiles & Binary Code Entity

Series: qsmp french

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 2,867

“He’s holding his shield in his hand, still. Hugged against his left side, helmet pressed against his right, a good thing, a warrior without his defence is no warrior at all. He goes to move the shield, to shift it forwards to show it off to Pomme. He opens his mouth. Closes it again. Thinks twice about actually mentioning it, mentioning that it’s technically at the source of the scars crawling ruthlessly up his limb and face, the void-weight that digs numbly into his skin.

Pomme, the lovely, logical creature that she is, will hang onto that point with fervour. She will worry about his using the shield, will wonder if he still should even as she knows how important it is to him (just like her mother does, did, she still does), and he will tell her that he can’t give it up, he has people to protect, and she will be disappointed even as she understands, and she will worry more, and it will be a mess. Half of her parents are not here. She has enough on her plate as is.”

first qsmp (étoiles) fic who cheered ‼️‼️ english fic with french dialogue (no imbedded translation i’m afraid, may figure out smth at a later date)

[neosatsuma]

[deja-yu]

thinking thoughts...

[practically-an-x-man]

tired tired tired

[boba-online]

staff why is the dashboard like this. tumblr staff i just want to talk