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Welsh is an official language of Wales. This means, legally, it cannot be treated less favourably than English in any part of daily life. So we have bilingual signs and sometimes the translations are… well just awful.

This is a classic and made the news.

Welsh reads “I am not in the office at the moment. Send any work to be translated.

Welsh reads “Wines and ghosts”

Welsh reads “Warning workers are exploding”

In English these drinks are alcohol free in Welsh the drinks are free “Alcohol for nothing”.

Um- Welsh reads “Free erections” yes really!

This seems a tad harsh “Injure yourself now”

Wording is fine but the English and the Welsh disagree on right/left

The sign says “Parcio I Bobi Anabl” which is “Parking to bake the disabled” which I don’t think Tesco were going for.

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do you think chilchuck and his wife used to dance when they were younger?

Marcille is so right, I need to know so much about his life

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✨ Make way, it's the lesbian raptors! ✨

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the stare of disappointment is so strong from her cubito

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This man needs to be put into a container and studied!!!!

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LOL I started working on this a week ago but got sick for a while during it and had to stop BUT I FINISHED AT LIKE 6AM I wanted to do more to it but I'm TIRED and I need to work on commissions again

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Touden siblings I LOVE YOU

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Expertise can't help you here.

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I just want to say I really loved how much Laios stood up for Marcille this week. He really said I'm not about to let y'all shit all over my friend for doing what she could to save someone we all care about. I'm not about to let y'all shame her for her talent and genius. I'm not about to let her hard work go unacknowledged while the rest of you wouldn't ever have the balls to do what she did. Because unlike all of you she isn't a little bitch. It was beautiful man.

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The hearts on your arm seem to glare up at you. There are ten of them in a neat column, each one with tiny slits for eyes. They disappear slowly, one by one every time you take a tick of damage, fading away into the black of your scales.

Your health didn't work like this in other worlds. You remember the warmth of regen, powerful crystals keeping you afloat and alive, and you wonder if you'll be able to find something like that in this dimension.

Can you live forever? You want to. (Some part of you knows that's a dream too far out of reach, a wish never granted. Yet you yearn for it anyway. You always have.)

You rub at your neck. The phantom sensation of slashing is familiar, maybe a little bit terrifying. You haven't died yet, you don't know what it feels like. (And yet, you've done this before, so many times. You've died, over, and over, and over, and over, an-)

(You're pretty good at dying. You're not so good at staying dead.)

"I'm sorry," you say to the little hearts decorating your skin. Your voice is quieter than you mean it to be. "I'll try not to take so much damage."

(The hearts seem to glare a little less after that.)