#language exercises

[alittlepracticeeveryday]

Vocab Challenge

Take 10 words from your vocab spreadsheet and use them in as few sentences as possible:

顔なじみ, ウキウキ, 黄色い声, 冬日和, てっきり, 無暗に, 童顔, ふわり, 倒産, 帰省

帰省する日はいい冬日和で、出かけに行って駅前でウキウキしようと思ったけど、すぐに株を無暗に買って倒産してしまった顔馴染みに出会った。てっきり彼がもてなくなったと思ったのに今までも女性があの童顔を見ると、黄色い声があがる。聞くと思わずにふわり耳を擦った。

[inkskinned]

i love when words fit right. seize was always supposed to be that word, and so was jester. tuesday isn't quite right but thursday should be thursday, that's a good word for it. daisy has the perfect shape to it, almost like you're laughing when you say it; and tulip is correct most of the time. while keynote is fun to say, it's super wrong - i think they have to change the label for that one. but fox is spot-on.

most words are just, like, good enough, even if what they are describing is lovely. the night sky is a fine term for it but it isn't perfect the way november is the correct term for that month.

it's not just in english because in spanish the phrase eso si que es is correct, it should be that. sometimes other languages are also better than the english words, like how blue is sloped too far downwards but azul is perfect and hangs in the air like glitter. while butterfly is sweet, i think probably papillion is more correct, although for some butterflies féileacán is much better. year is fine but bliain is better. sometimes multiple languages got it right though, like how jueves and Πέμπτη are also the right names for thursday. maybe we as a species are just really good at naming thursdays.

and if we were really bored and had a moment and a picnic to split we could all sit down for a moment and sort out all the words that exist and find all the perfect words in every language. i would show you that while i like the word tree (it makes you smile to say it), i think arbor is correct. you could teach me from your language what words fit the right way, and that would be very exciting (exciting is not correct, it's just fine).

i think probably this is what was happening at the tower of babel, before the languages all got shifted across the world and smudged by the hand of god. by the way, hand isn't quite right, but i do like that the word god is only 3 letters, and that it is shaped like it is reflecting into itself, and that it kind of makes your mouth move into an echoing chapel when you cluck it. but the word god could also fit really well with a coathanger, and i can't explain that. i think donut has (weirdly) the same shape as a toothbrush, but we really got bagel right and i am really grateful for that.

grateful is close, but not like thunder. hopefully one day i am going to figure out how to shape the way i love my friends into a little ceramic (ceramic is very good, almost perfect) pot and when they hold it they can feel the weight of my care for them. they can put a plant in there. maybe a daisy.

[kittensouls]

[scealaiscoite]

“food as a love language” prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

⋆ “i know you said you weren’t hungry, but i made you something anyways.”

⋆ “you seemed a little off on the phone, so i wanted to make sure you had something nice to come home to.”

⋆ “i heard you reminiscing about it the other day, so i called your mom and got the recipe.”

⋆ “hey, hey- i know you always say you don’t have time to eat breakfast before you leave, so i got up early to make you something you could eat on the go.”

⋆ "you know i don't mind that you can't help me while i'm cooking. wanna help me plate it up now?"

⋆ “of course i remembered what you like, why do you think i always have it made fresh when you come over? i’m not actually a psychic.”

⋆ "well you said you were craving [insert food] and it's too late to run to the store to grab it so yeah, i made it for you."

⋆ “come on, i can see you’re starving. just let me make you something, you know i don’t mind.”

-ˏˋ. actions / scenarios ˊˎ-

⋆ practising cooking a dish from their friend/partner's childhood in secret before serving it to them for the first time

⋆ gently reminding them to eat

⋆ always having the ingredients for their comfort meal on hand in case they have a bad day

⋆ navigating around their sensory issues with food while cooking for them without being asked

⋆ dropping off food for them during a stressful day

⋆ being patient as they teach the other how to cook

⋆ learning how to prepare food from their home country for them

⋆ wordlessly setting a meal down in front of them after they come home at the end of a long day

[rosebunnys]

not what i usually post at all! but i was feeling nostalgic so i drew some protagonists from movies i used to watch a lot when i was a kid... they are dear to me!

[projectbatman193]

[jojo-schmo]

I'm updating my personal ref sheets and it's really hitting me just how SMOL Kirby, Bandee, and Elfilis really are compared to the rest of the cast.

[loonsloon]

sleep so i can see you, 'cause i hate to wait so long jegulus microfic, words: 1060

For Regulus, mornings would always start in the same way. Being a light sleeper, he would wake up to James trying very hard not to stir him—fumbling around, knocking over something on his nightstand, stumbling over his own foot, or even cursing silently to himself.

Regulus always tried to keep his eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep. He enjoyed waiting for James to lean over and kiss him gently, ruffle his hair, or graze his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Don’t pretend that shampoo bottle falling in the shower didn’t wake you up,” James would chuckle, making Regulus finally open his eyes with a smirk.

“You know, I just enjoy hearing you suffer,” he would tease him back, voice still thick with sleep, while James brushed his hand over his cheek, eyes softening with so much adoration that even Regulus wasn’t blind to.

“I have to go, baby. We’ll see each other tonight. Go back to sleep,” James would say, followed by a soft kiss goodbye.

And that’s how their usual mornings went by. But today, Regulus could sense that something wasn’t quite right. James dropped his phone with a loud thump, followed by a very frustrated string of curses, not even trying to quiet them for Regulus’ sake. Regulus could hear him getting dressed, the sound of him rushing all over their room and bathroom—too many sighs, too many curses and frustrating noises. But even through all of this, Regulus kept his eyes closed, because surely, no matter what, James would still kiss him goodbye. He wasn’t mad at Regulus; he was probably late or maybe stressed over his shift today. Or was he?

Because when James finished getting ready, there was no kiss. There was no soft touch on his cheek or a gentle ruffle of his hair—just the creak of their bedroom door closing and James’ hurried steps down the stairs.

Regulus’ anxiety took over. Maybe James was actually mad at him. Maybe James finally got annoyed at Regulus’ little games in the morning. Maybe they weren’t as important to James as they were to Regulus. And before he could come up with any more excuses, his anxiety got the better of him, and his feet were already touching the cold floor, covers pushed to the end of the bed. He found himself tiptoeing silently down the hallway, because surely it didn’t have to mean anything, and other people wouldn’t think twice about it, but to Regulus—their mornings and James’ gentle goodbyes were sacred.

Regulus stopped at the top of the stairs, just in time to see James hurriedly tying his shoes in front of the door.

“Jamie?” Regulus asked, voice still thick with sleep, not able to hide his growing anxiety.

James flinched, clearly not having heard Regulus reach the top of the staircase, his head tilting upwards to meet Regulus’ gaze.

“Hey, Reg, sorry if I woke you up. Go back to sleep. I’ll be home later, yeah?” he said quickly, his tone distracted and almost dismissive, gaze returning to his sneakers.

Regulus’ heart dropped. He felt a lump forming in his throat. He blinked, eyes filling with tears, focusing down at his hands as they fumbled with the sleeves of his jumper. He knew James was late. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but it still hurt. It wasn’t just about the kiss—it was about the routine that Regulus had grown to love, which made his mornings feel less cold in James’ absence. He wasn’t used to change; he hated it in fact, and James knew that, so that made it sting even more.

“Regulus?” James’ concerned voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Regulus tried to swallow the ache in his chest, but the lump in his throat gave him away. A weak resemblance of “yeah?” was all he managed to say before he heard James drop all of his things on the floor with a soft thud.

“Oh, baby,” James sighed, his voice mixed with realization and guilt. And before he could say anything, James was rushing up the stairs so quickly that Regulus thought he was going to topple them both over.

All of a sudden, he was engulfed in a strong hug, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him as though Regulus would vanish if he let go. James’ breath was shaky, his words urgent and full of regret.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I got so caught up in everything this morning, and my head is a mess. I completely forgot. I didn’t mean to upset you. You know I would never ignore you on purpose like that.”

Regulus gently unpeeled himself from James’ chest to look up at him, tears still in the corners of his eyes as he tried to hold them back. Before he could respond, James’ hands were cupping his cheeks gently, bringing him in for a soft kiss. Regulus felt his anxiety wearing off, replaced with reassurance that everything was okay, even though he felt like an asshole for making such a big deal out of nothing.

As they pulled back, James was whispering against his lips, “I love you.”

It made Regulus smile sadly, knowing that he had made James late because of his own feelings. “I love you too, and it’s fine. I know you didn’t mean to. But now I feel the need to apologize for making such a big deal out of it.”

“Baby, don’t say that. It is a big deal. Forgetting to change out of my pyjamas is not a big deal. Forgetting to charge my phone is not a big deal. Forgetting to put on my shoes is not a big deal. But kissing you goodbye? Seems like a pretty big deal, if you ask me.” James grinned, brushing the loose curl off of Regulus’ forehead, prompting Regulus to laugh and slap his bicep that was back to gripping his waist like its life depended on it.

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re late.”

James stole a few more rushed giggling kisses before he was running back down the stairs, as he reached the door he turned around, gentle smile playing on his lips.

“Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll be home to annoy you in no time.”

“You better,” Regulus threatened with a smirk, adoration filling his chest.

[jessaerys]

sun visits the moon at spk headquarters and gets so so so sleepy

[keenadraws]

The Andalites

[hyohaehyuk]

Sam Reid and Jacob Anderson about *Dreamstat* (Interview with the Vampire Season 2 ❤️🩸 Behind The Scenes)

Note: i dont know what is the original source (maybe is a content from amc+ u need to pay to watch) but i found a similar video on amc official channel.

Sam saying that it was Jacob that came up with name "Dreamstat" (what surprise ofc it was him) and Jacob mentioning about Sam was mirroring his/Louis' body language when he was playing Dreamstat.

[alittlepracticeeveryday]

Vocab Challenge

Take some words from your spreadsheet and use them in as few sentences as possible:

赴く、戒める、授かる、奮う、就く、躍る、擦る

就くときに君に近づかないように戒めたのに、色々な助けを授かって、愛のマッチが擦ってしまいました。胸が躍っていますが、心の赴くまま勇気を奮って、告白しようと思いました。

[benevolenterrancy]

Leong Lili, a Huan Hua disciple OC by @fixation-central

[rainyramblesscramble]

(probably my most popular one from the last blog-)

“How do you spell ‘Roach’ again?”

The man sitting beside you smiles—not that you could see it very well beneath the mask he wore, unfortunately. His eyes crinkled just a bit, though, beneath his tac goggles.

He holds up his free hand, the other occupied with a pen, and spells out his name in his sign language, per request.

You take mental note as you watch his fingers; watching as they cross into the letter ‘r,’ then into an ‘o’. He makes something like a fist, then a ‘c’, and finishes by bringing two fingers out, and towards himself.

‘Roach.’

You nod, leaning back on your palms, eyes softening as he eases into your presence just a bit more.

It was little more than a quiet evening of surveillance, with hardly more to do than shoot the shit with your fellow sergeant. He busied himself mostly by doodling into a blank notebook, taking occasional notes of activity outside the building you two were supposed to be watching. But like many nights before, he also chose to pass time by attempting to teach you some sign—whatever you may request to know. Tonight, it seemed you wanted to know how to spell out his callsign.

Eyes crinkled still in a smile, Roach reaches out and takes your wrist into a gentle grip, pulling it forward, and manoeuvring your fingers into an ‘r.’ 

Your smile matches his as you sign the letters he’d just shown you, spelling out his callsign with relative success. He nods, and raises his hand for a congratulatory pat on your head.

“Pettin’ me like a dog now, are ya?”

A slight, hoarse snicker is heard from the man beside you, and he rolls his eyes whilst pulling his hand back to respond.

‘Training you well enough like one.’

You scoff, gently shoving his shoulder. It earns a clearer sound of amusement, and his eyes almost close with a smile.

‘Be nice.’

“Says the one callin’ me a dog,” you counter, flipping him off with the universal sign anybody ought to recognise. All good naturedly, of course. “Think that’s quite rude of you, Roach.”

With a puff of air that could have resembled a fond huff, he gently grips your wrist again, and turns your shoulder to face him a bit better. Capturing your attention once more, with a new series of letters.

One finger stuck out to resemble half the sign for ‘h,’ then an ‘a’, followed by the twisted fingers of an ‘r,’ then finally, thumb and pinky extended from a fist.

The banter softens, and he manoeuvres himself a little closer to you, picking the journal in his lap back up. Not looking up at you again, but giving up his greatest defence, free hand now wrapped in yours.

You can’t help but let out a sigh, and let your temple rest against his shoulder.

“…Oh, fine then. …Gary.”

From the way he hums, distractedly, you think he smiles again.

[theraggedygirl11]

As many may know already, I was in Slovenia last week. My TikTok app somehow still thinks I'm in Slovenia and I'm getting all the ads in Slovenian.

This means only one thing. It was only a matter of time before I got this ad:

It felt so weird, I started laughing

[projectbatman193]