#U could technically very kindly ask me to show those... things...

[myth0mani-art]

What. What did I just find.

[wizkiddx]

unusable faces

i have exams hence why i needed to write something exceptionally cringe :)

PSA: this is completely inspired from one of my fave writers own blurb @blissfulparker�� --> completely recommend u go read hers its much better than anything i could ever write!!!! (and just her whole account) = link

Summary: pure exhaustion and mutual pining, Tom Holland x actress!reader

^(just thought this was cute, doesn't really fit aha but full credit to op!!)

A scheduling nightmare would be putting it lightly. Perhaps almost unavoidable but that didn’t make it any less of a hellish form a torture. Harry had very helpfully said it actually was a form of torture, that is sleep deprivation. Y/n loved her job - it was all she’d ever really wanted - yet that thought was quickly becoming not enough to get her through the day. Not when it felt like an interrogation tactic used by the CIA. 

To give a quick timeline of the past few days may give a little context:

Thursday - filming the fight scene all day plus an evening-turned-half-the-night-shoot due to some technically difficulties delaying the process.

Friday - flying to New York while doing read throughs of scenes for the next few days; followed immediately by getting glammed and filming the tonight show with Fallon; then a dash across town to the late late show with James Corden; then straight back on a flight to Atlanta that landed at stupid o’clock in the morning

Saturday - a full day of shooting in a mock grand central station set

The press trip to NY had been unplanned… to say the least. But the star of their studios other new release had taken ill - meaning they had slots booked on some of the biggest talk shows in America that would just be abandoned (angering the shows bookers too). It was a waste of perfectly good promo time and since the studio had their two other stars together doing a block of reshoots - it wasn’t a conversation. Much more a call demanding the two of them to be on the plane.

Normally this wouldn’t be such an unmanageable ask either, except the reshoot block was really rather time pressured. You see, the promo tour wasn’t far from beginning meaning they really needed the final film in the can. So really it was a bit of a mess. Just to free up that single day the two were in New York the whole schedule had had to be rejigged - in doing so they’d lost a rare day off too. It was just typical.  

The joys of success hey?

Well, that’s at least what Y/n was making herself think whilst her incredibly talented SFX artist was in the process of crafting a deep wound onto her upper arm. The reason why she would be ‘dripping with blood’ whilst at a train station was beyond Y/n to be honest - she hadn’t been allowed to read a lot of the script so even now as filming was drawing to a close, the story arc of the movie she was headlining was still a little ‘fuzzy’.

“So I watched your ‘spill your guts’ thing on YouTube” Ellie giggled whilst reaching over for more prosthetic putty- a technical term apparently

“I’m glad one of us enjoyed the experience” Y/n replied with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the mischievous smirk on her face - no doubt Ellie took great joy out of seeing her suffer through eating a thousand year old egg. Which Y/n swore the taste of was still in her mouth… and it seemed as though it’d never leave. 

“Oh don’t worry darling I did too” Nelli called over from the next chair along, where she was doing Tom’s makeup for the day of shoots. “Between that and the animals on Fallon, you made a hell of a lot of people laugh last night” Tom’s artist was referencing the fact one of Jimmys other guests was a zookeeper, so at the end of the interview he had you and Tom join in trying not to scream at the snakes and spiders.

“You mean laugh at us?” 

“Well of course darling!” Nelli exclaimed back in an overdramatic bronx accent making all three of the women burst out laughing, Ellie’s unceremonious snorts echoing through the trailer only egged them all on more.

Tom in response, who had otherwise been absent from conversation for the majority of the morning, exclaimed a curse and jumped up in his chair. While you and Ellie collected yourself, Nelli apologised to him.

“Oh sorry love, I’m interrupting your snooze with my uncontrollable comedic gift” She spoke sweetly, even if still taking the moment to flaunt to the other women, as she squeezed his shoulder compassionately.

“No no” Tom waved off her apology, attempting to rub his eye before Nelli swatted his arm away - a stern look for the risk of ruining all her hard work she’d put into making his face look half presentable. 

“I’m impressed you can sleep while they poke you with all these er instruments” Y/n added in, having only just realised Tom had been in a light sleep for god knows how long they’d been in that chair. It did seem a bit unlikely, being able to fall asleep as you were dabbed, prodded and brushed. 

“Maybe you should try though Y/n… your purple eye bags are proving a struggle even for me” Ellie quipped back, now it was Y/n’s turn to give the stern look. Tom took the explain though, shutting her off from whatever kindly meant insult she was about to throw back at her friend. 

“No normally never, I just….” He was cut off by an ear splitting yawn, appearing almost powerful enough to crack his jaw - which would be a disaster, for no one should ruin such a beautiful and sharp jaw line. “…uh-sorry. I just think I ended up taking my NyQuil and DayQuil the wrong way round in the madness of yesterday.” Only Tom, the poor kid often seemed to lacking in any form of common sense - even if those closest to him knew just how intellectual and passionate he could be about the right topic. Affectionately, Nelli scalded his idiocy by jokingly swatting his head with a little tut.

“I can’t believe your still standing then! I’m barely alive and I don’t have any sedatives in my system.” It was true, Y/n was at that stage where every part of her body felt ridiculously heavy… eyes included … eyes especially. 

“But I did sleep on the jet back while your stupid self was studying the script!” Tom replied with a pretty inarguable point - at the time he knew her actions were stupid;  when their flight took off at 11 PM he was certain that the most valuable asset to his ability to act in the reshoots today would be sleep - rather than character development. And he’d tried to convince Y/n that briefly, but gave up. She was bloody stubborn when she wanted to be. 

“Stop competing about who has it worse cos I think it’s me and Nell”Ellie announced - making Nelli agree empathically with her coworker, nodding her head as she looked first to Y/n in her chair then back at Tom.

“Yeh because we have to deal with your unusable faces!!”

After much sarcasm thrown back and fourth, the trailer slowly ebbed it’s way back into serenity and peace as both artists focused on their work. Once Nelli was done she excused herself, Tom staying in the chair in favour of studying (more like staring blankly) at the dialogue for this mornings scenes. His pretence didn’t last long though and while Ellie was busy adding the final touches of fake blood to the now almost completely believable gash that she’d crafted on Y/n’s arm - Y/n had her attention focused the opposite way.

At poor little Tom. He looked so childlike, his slightly puffy eyes looked as if they had weights tied to them - they way he was having fight against gravity to flutter his eyes open, before loosing the next second only for the process to repeat as they dragged downwards. The broad muscles of his neck occasionally seemed to occasionally let up a little, letting his head tilt slowly at first until it gathered enough momentum to throw him off balance. The then sudden movement of his head unconsciously pulling itself back in line caused his eyes to bolt open prior to the whole cycle repeating again. All Y/n wanted to do was let him lay down someone, her heart feeling a tug in her chest just seeing him like that. 

Ellie proclaimed her completion of the wound, leaning back to admire her work before looking to get an affirming nod from Y/n. Yet instead, she was too preoccupied gazing at the boy slouched across from them. “Someone seems a little distracted.” Ellie smirked, finally garnering Y/n’s attention, only feeling more and more smug watching a light tint appear on the actors cheeks. 

“I-well-no… we need to go.” Y/n ignored her words as though nothing had happened, instead rushing off the chair to get Tom out the chair and onto the awaiting set. They had places to be.

|||||||||||||||||||||||||||| (bcos im lazy)

Honestly when the director, Ed, called for lunch break, it was pretty apparent to be purely as a compassionate gesture to Y/n and Tom. Both of them had tried so hard this morning to fully commit, even so they’d both been almost completely useless. Y/n kept missing cues whilst all Tom’s actions and lines where slow, dragged out and at times completely prompted from someone behind the cameras. 

So when the lunch break was called there was only one thing on Y/n’s mind and what sandwich was available in the mess tent was not it. Still standing on the set next to her fake holdall bag she looked toward Tom, who was pulling himself up to standing from the train station bench - the pace of his movement making him look more like an old man. 

“You good?” His answer was predictable. 

“I’m so fucking shattered”

Tom swore he’d never heard anything sweeter come out of Y/n’s pink lips than her next statement.

“C’mon I know somewhere we can lie down.”

Without any sort of thought Tom blindly agreed, nodding as he took her outstretched hand in his. The gesture in itself brought a fresh wave of comfort to his aching limbs and as his feet stumbled to catchup with her slight head start he leant the majority of his weight into their connected hands. 

Neither would admit it but they were ‘a thing’… whatever the hell that meant. It was clear as day to everyone and anyone that worked closely to the two but neither of them had ever broached the topic with each other. They’d worked on a few films together over the years; each time they got closer and closer to the point any job without the other simply wasn’t as good. It was scary though, especially for two actors in the prime of their careers. If they weren’t working the same film they’d likely be the opposite side of the world to each other most of the time - quality time together would be few and far between, Really their jobs didn’t suit dating at all, yet it would be perhaps easier if one half of it worked a ‘normal’ job. Something with consistency, a regular structure. A level of dependability that neither Y/n nor Tom could offer to the other. 

So it was terrifying, acknowledging the growth in their magnetic attraction to each other. Both were acutely aware that doing that, confronting their feelings, would most likely signal the beginning of the end. 

Although none of this stoped Y/n from returning the gesture, tilting her shoulder into Tom’s left side as they took slow steps through and then out the set building. She steered the two past the hair and makeup trailer and round into a store and extra equipment trailer. Tom tilted his head as she climbed the stairs whilst beckoning for him to follow - it didn’t seem like the most obvious choice. Rolling her eyes, Y/n explained.

“It’s where all the blankets and coats and kept for the raining scenes plusssss no one will disturb us in here.” Again Tom was not in a position to disagree, eyes drooping as his shoulders sagged to the floor. Right now he’d take anything. 

So he climbed up the stairs and shut the door behind him, just as Y/n flipped the light on. She was right, it was well equipped and with an almost mountainous supply of red blankets that normally the crew and extra would all be wrapped up in after the freezing rain scenes with all the ‘waterfall machines’ as Y/n called them. However it was also um…. It was cosy. “Oh I don’t think I realised how small it was” She chuckled lightly, since now the door was closed her back was pressed up against the far wall of cabinets and still her front was mere millimetres from Tom.

“I…I don’t mind… if-if you don’t?”

“I’m too tired to care” She giggled in response, and Tom , now with her seal of approval, immediately started ransacking the piled shelves for all their worth creating a floor carpeted in the pale red of the blankets, in an attempt to make it more cosy. Joining in, it was almost remarkable how quickly their bodies suddenly agreed to move, with the new promise of rest mere moments away. 

Once the trailer was fully drowned, Tom kicked off his costume shoes and threw his jacket off - it haphazardly landing by the doorway. Y/n copied him, leaving her stood up whilst he had the advantaged of already settling down on the floor, her standing and looking down at him.

The space between the two opposing shelving units was not close spacious enough for two people to lie down whilst keeping a respectable level of personal space. Suddenly feeling a wave of awkwardness, Y/n stayed standing, wringing her hands slightly - whilst fairly certain Tom could hear her heart running at 100 mph. 

“You er… gonna stay there or?” Tom, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t a complete idiot - he could see she was suddenly self conscious. He got it too - they’d never crossed this boundary of choosing to cuddle into each other. It had happened once of twice accidentally over there 2 years of knowing each other. Both of those times it was completely accidental, falling asleep watching a movie with a safe distance of space b between the two, only to find hours later their bodies almost completely intwined. Tom would be lying if he said that his heart didnt skip a beat when he had awoken to Y/n’s soft and gently breath fanning into his neck. He’d loved it, but understood that was unconsciously breaking down part of the wall they’d both been the constructors of.

For fear of getting hurt. 

So now, as Y/n awkwardly bent down and lay on her side, he thought it was imperative to make her feel comfortable. Naturally then, his arm slid round her shoulders and pulled her down toward his chest, releasing a little breath as he felt her relax, her legs slowly wrapping round one of his. 

“This okay?” He murmured, now into the crown of her head as she lay half on her side half on his chest. In reply she nodded into him and Tom couldn’t help but grin- unbeknownst to him but Y/n was doing the exact same thing. 

The peace lasted all of 3 seconds until she groaned again.

“What?” Tom enquired as she wriggled out his hold and stood up. Instead of replying though she just leant over and flicked the one harsh light bulb off making Tom chuckle as she fumbled her way back onto the padded floor in the darkness, earning a few grunts from both as she accidentally kicked Tom’s thighs or banged her head on one of the now empty shelves. Fumbling her way back into a comfortable position, occasionally cursing when she stubbed her toe- or Tom did when she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs. 

“Comfy?” Tom asked a little sarkily as he squeezed her a little more into his side.

“Mhmmmm… I’m gonna sleep for 100 years”

“Yeh me… me too”

And with that they both almost instantly and in complete unison sagged into each other and the blankets - the pent up stress and tension of the past few days ebbing away.

What the pair had neglected to remember was that sleeping for 100 years wasn’t really an option. The whole crew of 50 people, who wanted to restart filming after 45 minutes, had not been told about Y/n’s little hiding place. The pair were so completely safe in their own little cocoon of comfort they were completely oblivious to their teams calling there names more and more frantically. Completely oblivious to the game of hide and seek the situation had descended into, completely oblivious to Harrys natural annoyance as the director asked him for the whereabouts of the two stars - as though Harry was childminder to the pair of them.

It was Nelli who found them first. She’d and Ellie and Tom’s manager had all been recruited by Harry as part of the man hunt. Both girls, having seen first hand the state of the two this morning, were fairly certain they’d both crashed out somewhere. So Nelli, already with a sneaking suspicion, opened the door gently, her figure blocking the majority of the light from seeping through to the dimly lit inside. The sight she was met with had her actually pouting at the cuteness - and yes its a cringey word but also the only one appropriate.

Between bedding down and barely an hour later the two had managed to become impossibly tighter pressed to each other. Y/n’s face was pressed into the crook of Tom’s neck and his arms seemed to have pulled her on-top of him almost completely. Her left leg was hooked under his right, which was then sandwiched by his left too. They both looked so pure and innocent and god did Nelli know they both needed any extra time they could get.

Nelli cared a lot about Tom, she’d been working with him from the beginning, from the child star days to now. She cared about him like her very annoying surrogate son and she wanted to see him looked after. She also so completely wanted the two stars to stop pining after each other. Because frankly it was getting a little frustrating for everyone else. 

So she chose to tactically forget about her discovery, sneaking a photo on the sly before silently pulling the door closed and leaving them to their sleep. 

[conceptstage]

Risotto Day

Jester frowned as she pushed the biscuit crumbs around on her plate with the tip of her finger, forming the shape of a dick. She sighed and looked over at the door across the room when it opened but a woman with long blonde hair walked in. She pouted and looked down at her phone, hoping for an ‘I’m almost there! Just pulling into the parking lot’ text to show up but there was none.

“Miss?” the half orc waiter said, getting her attention He was giving her a sympathetic smile. “Are you ready to order?”

She looked back down at her phone. “I’ll give him another minute.” She had said that seven minutes ago and then fourteen minutes before that.

“I’ll get you some more bread.”

She liked this guy, he knew what a girl in this situation really needed. She sighed heavily and glanced back down at her phone just in time to see a text pop up. ‘Sorry, Jester, I won’t be able to make it tonight. Something came up.’

Jester frowned. ‘This is the second date you’ve missed. Go fuck yourself.’ She sent it and tossed her phone into the purse on the floor. She sighed heavily and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. She’d been stood up again. She felt tears of rage start to burn in the back of her eyes just as someone slid into the seat across from her, breathing deeply from running over.

“Sorry I’m late,” said a kind, feminine voice. Jester looked up and spotted a beautiful dark skinned woman with an undercut and a bun. There was an all-seeing eye tattooed under her ear and three piercings (three that Jester could see at least). She grinned and reached up to brush back a loose strand of hair. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.”

Jester blinked in surprise. “Wh-Who are you?” She asked, keeping her voice to a whisper. “I think you might probably be at the wrong table technically.”

She grinned and unfolded the menu sitting in front of her. “Nope. I’m your date now. Name’s Beauregard.”

Jester blinked, still a little shocked. “Jester,” she said. The woman reached across the table and Jester took her hand, thinking that maybe she was going to shake it, but, instead, she leaned up to kiss the back of her fingers. Jester couldn’t help the nervous, yet delighted giggle that bubbled up in her throat and the woman, Beauregard, smiled proudly.

The waiter came over again and gave her new date a sour look. “Beau,” he said, his voice low. “What are you doing? You know what Dairon’s gonna say if she sees you fraternizing with the guests.”

“I’m off the clock, I’m out of uniform, I’m on a date. She has nothing to complain about. Weren’t you going to bring us bread?”

The half-orc rolled his eyes but reached over to the empty table behind her to move a small basket of rolls over in front of them. “Can I take your order?” he asked, forcing a fake smile at Beau, who was apparently his co-worker.

Beau hummed thoughtfully and looked at the menu. “What do you recommend?” she asked, teasingly.

“That you go fu-” He cut himself off and glanced at Jester out of the corner of his eye like he had forgotten that she was a customer. “Sorry, Ma’am,” he mumbled, before turning to Beau once more. “I recommend the lobster. Freshly caught this morning.”

Beau snorted. “That’s a lie. I’m the one who unpacked that delivery. I’ll have the ribs.”

Jester jumped when they both turned their eyes to her and she realized that she hadn’t even glanced at the menu. “Oh! What should I get?”

“You eat meat?” Beau asked, resting her chin on her open hand. Jester nodded and Beau reached over to point to something on the menu. “The risotto is probably the only non-frozen thing on the menu. The make it in a pot every couple days and, you’re in luck, today was risotto day so it’s fresh. The chicken is microwaved but the rice is pretty good. I’m getting the ribs because they drown it in so much sauce you can’t even tell it’s freezer burnt.”

Jester cleared her throat and gave Fjord a smile. “I’ll have the risotto. Thank you.”

The waiter nodded. “I’ll go put that in for you then.” He turned to leave and Beau called out to him.

“And Fjord? Make it snappy if you want a tip, yeah?” The half orc lifted up the menus in his hand and flipped her off subtly under them. Beau laughed to herself. “Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m an asshole, he’s used to it. I’ll give him a good tip.”

Jester grinned at her, idly drawing the woman’s carefree smile on her napkin. “So, you work here?” she asked.

“Yeah, here on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday nights, The Evening Nip every other night of the week. Then during the day I’m a librarian.”

Jester’s jaw dropped. “You have three jobs?”

Beau shrugged and nodded. “Three steady jobs. Ever since my parents… Well anyway, sometimes I do odd work and shit around town. Setting up for carnivals, selling turkey legs at Ren Faire, that kind of thing. What do you do?”

“I’m taking Art at Zadash U.” After that long list of jobs it sounded a little weak to just say ‘I’m a full time student with no bills’ but it was the truth so she wasn’t sure what else she could say.

Beau didn’t seem upset at least and just nodded. “Sweet, you’re an artist?”

Jester held up the doddle of Beau’s face that she’d been working on for the last few minutes and she gasped. “Fuck, that’s awesome! Can I have that?”

Jester nodded and slid it over. “There is a dick on the other side.”

Beau picked up the napkin and flipped it over, giving her an appreciative nod. “Not a bad dick. Just realistic enough to be funny but no so real that it looks gross. Very nice.”

Jester grinned. “Thank you.” No one ever showed her dicks the appreciation they deserved. “So, uh, why did you sit with me exactly? Not that I don’t want you here or anything!” she rushed to amend.

Beau didn’t seem put off and just nodded. “My shift was over and I was leaving but I saw you here and I just thought… she’s too damn pretty to be so sad on a Friday night, and, next thing I knew, I was sitting down. I barely remember even making the decision. You know, if you do actually want me to leave it won’t hurt my feelings, I’d completely understand.”

Jester shook her head and smiled kindly. “No. I want to you stay.” Beau grinned happily and Jester felt her stomach flutter nervously at the sight.

They talked for hours, long after their empty plates had gone cold. It wasn’t until Fjord walked over with an exasperated sigh that they realized how late it had gotten. “Yo, Beau, can you pay so that I can close out your table and go home?”

Beau looked down at her phone, abandoned on the corner of the table hours ago, and hissed through her teeth. “Fuck, man, yeah. Sorry.” She pulled her wallet out of her back pocket and pulled out a wad of rumbled bills, and Jester realized suddenly that those were her tips from today.

“Let me get it,” Jester said, pulling her purse up off the floor to sit in her lap.

“Nope, nope, I crashed your dinner, I’m paying for it.”

“No really, it’s fine, I have my momma’s credit card and-”

“Nope, I’ve got it.”

Fjord rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered.

“Beau,” Jester said, pulling her hand out of her purse to put it on Beau’s wrist and stop her. “Please. Let me get it. You can get the next one.”

Beau froze and glanced up at her, her eyes wide. “Next one?”

“Unless you don’t-”

“No! I do, I really do. I’ve just never been on a second date before, I was surprised.” She hesitated, but then slowly started putting her cash back in her wallet as Jester handed over her credit card. While Fjord was gone, the women exchanged numbers and when he came back, Jester was trying to convince Beau that she would cover the tip but Beau was furiously pulling bills out of her wallet once more.

“Fjord!” she said, when she met his eyes. She practically threw the money at him before Jester could write the tip in on the receipt he handed her.

Fjord sighed and picked up the loose bills off the floor. “For fucks sake, you’re hopeless. Do you both have a ride? The buses are closed now.”

Jester cleared her throat and nodded. “I texted my driver a little while ago, he’s waiting outside. Beau, do you need a ride?”

Beau’s brain had stopped when Jester said ‘driver’ so Fjord answered for her. “She’s going downtown, probably the opposite way of you. I’ll get her home alright.”

Jester nodded and stood up and Beau hurried to help her with her coat. Jester grinned and kissed Beau’s cheek, feeling a twirl of warmth in the chest when Beau's dark skin turned even darker red. “I’ll text you?” she asked, starting for the door.

Beau nodded, stunned, until Fjord elbowed her in the side. “Make sure she gets to her car alright,” he whispered.

“Ah, Jester! I’ll walk you out!”

Fjord was shaking his head as they both left the restaurant but he couldn’t help the fond smile that came to his face at the sight of his best friend so happy for the first time in a long time. He didn’t even mind it when she spent the entire drive to their neighborhood gushing about Jester.

[thedwarrowscholar]

my question concerns the phrase "Forgive me", which I tentatively translated as "iltin e"(I would have preferred the form "grant forgiveness to me", which I've later determined is biraikhjim altâb dê), but I was at a bit of a loss at the time. I assume it'd be a noun type 10(abstraction), but how to choose the appropriate vowel combo? AA or AI, there doesn't seem to be a distinctive difference. The LTN radicals were in the index, but not the dictionary.

BEFORE YOU START TO READ: For those not actively learning the language, not regularly translating phrases into Neo-Khuzdul, or just starting out with the language, this reply is rather long and technical, which you may want to skip. I don’t want to give you eager beginners “information overload”, or worse, scare you away. 

However, for those more advanced students and those actively learning the language, it may be worth your while to read through this one. 

Hello there,

Thank you for that question. Now, before we dive into to this translation, we need to be careful when we try to translate literally from English, even with such short phrases. The combination of “to grant” with the noun “forgiveness” to express “extending pardon to someone” is expressed differently in many languages, often the verb “to grant” doesn’t fit this noun like it does in English, so many languages have other combinations to express this. For instance (when translated literally to English): “to give forgiveness” (which is quite common), “to grant amnesty”, “to give pardon”, “to beg to forgive”, or simply “to forgive” or even “to excuse”.

So what I’m trying to say here is, that even if in English “forgive me” and “grant forgiveness to me” have somewhat of a different flavour that may not be the case in Neo-Khuzdul.

Which is the case in fact, as the verb used to express this in Neo-Khuzdul could mean either “to pardon”, “to forgive” or “to absolve”. There in fact is no need to use the verb “to grant” to express this, the basic verb here will convey what you had in mind. That is a good rule in fact to use when translating to Neo-Khuzdul in general, if you have a typical English phrasal verb-noun combinations, such as “to grant forgiveness”, “to show approval”, “to give warning”, etc… you are quite safe to translate these with the standard verbs (”to forgive”, “to approve”, “to warn”) without losing any of its meaning. There are obviously exceptions to this, but in most cases this holds true.

Ok, so now that we know we can just use “to forgive” for this, instead of literally translating “to grant forgiveness”, let’s have a look at what else we know.

Forgiveness (absolution) is “altân” - using the radicals LTN - as you said correctly, a “type 10″ noun (commonly used for abstract concepts, like this is)

This verb is indeed not mentioned in the “Verb forms” document, but it is in the overall dictionary. The verb form document (which clearly shows the seven verb types) was never intended to cover all verbs really (although it lists many) , but more to give a general idea of the split between the verbs and how the conjugations happen.

Now as you mentioned, when a verb is related to a type 10 noun this can either be an “AA”- or “AI”-verb. For those unaware of what we are talking about here, the first letter of the verb type classification refers to the vowels used when constructing the Perfect Form (stating dependable facts), while the second vowel is the one used when constructing the Imperfect Form (stating actions that are vividly happening).

Compared to other languages, many things in Neo-Khuzdul are incredibly predictable (noun types, conjugations, auxiliary verbs, word-structure, etc…) to the point that there are very few exceptions. 

After all, we must not forget that Mahal (Aulë) “made” this language for the dwarves, so even within the realm and canon of Middle-Earth the language itself is a conlang (constructed language) and did not “evolve” from one language to another. 

Plus, add to the equation that Dwarvish is subject to very little change over a very long period of time, that generally means that if you know the rules for these structures you can easily “find” the word or conjugation you need, without worrying about too many exceptions. 

The imperfect form however is one of the “rule breakers” here. As you literally need to remember when a verb will use either “a” or “i” in as the stem (CCvC). As you mentioned, “there doesn’t seem to be a distinctive difference“, sadly you are spot on there. That is because there isn’t any distinctive difference at all. To quote David Salo on the topic, from midgardsmal.com

“This is a purely lexical distinction, is unpredictable and does not correspond to any kind of semantic class”. 

“Unpredictable”. So as one would have to remember if a verb ended in “-ir”, “-er”, or “-re” when learning French, here you would need to remember if it used an “a” or “i” in the imperfect from. Sadly there is no trick to this apart from memorizing it (once you’ve looked it up), as it is simply unpredictable.

So, after this very long intro and explanation (apologies for that), let us get to your translation again. Your phrase is “forgive me”. 

So, we need to ask ourselves first, in order to determine what verb conjugation we’ll use, what to we wish to convey here and to whom are we speaking. “We are not stating “you forgive/forgave me”, so we can rule out both perfect and imperfect forms. This leaves us with the question, is this an order or a request?

Clearly, this is a request, as we are asking kindly for someone to be forgiven (us in this case), we are not ordering them to forgive us after all. Hence, instead of the Imperative Form (generally used for commands or orders in Neo-Khuzdul) the Jussive form (which is used to offer suggestions, recommendations, desires or pleads) would be ideal for this.  Which would translate into something like “I suggest (ask kindly/recommend) that you forgive me”. 

The structure of the Jussive form is details in document 38 (Imperative and Jussive) but in brief this would be either:

ai-CaCuCsu = I suggest you -verb- (to a male)

ai-CaCuCsi = I suggest you -verb- (to a female)

Let us, for the sake of example, say this is said to a male, that would then become: 

ai-latunsu = I suggest* you forgive (using LTN - as the consonants, as we had established at the start)

*I’m using the translation “suggest” for simplicity’s sake here to indicate a kind request or suggestion - so feel free to change the translation here to “ask”, “recommend”, etc… .

Now, we aren’t there yet, as we still need to add the translation for “me”. As in “I ask you to forgive me”

In many of the documents I have made available you will see this accusative pronoun (in this case “me”) written out separately, not attached to the verb. This is common in basic Khuzdul lessons to clearly define verb and accusative pronouns as separate elements. Yet in more advanced lessons we’ll see an interfix pop up, which is either “w” or “y”. This interfix (or linking element) merges both the verb form with the accusative pronoun. More on the workings of the interfix in document 50 on the dwarrowscholar.com/library.

Simply put, when the pronoun starts with a vowel (any vowel) and the last letter of the verb form is a “u” or “o” the interfix will be a “w”, while when the last letter of the verb form is “a, “e”, or “i”, the interfix will be a “y”.

Which gives us this:

ai-latunsuwê = I suggest you forgive me (when addressing a male) - instead of the more classroom version “ai-latunsu e”

or

ai-latunsiyê = I suggest you forgive me (when addressing a female) - instead of the more classroom version “ai-latunsi e”

Sharp eyes will have noticed that we’re actually use the Genitive Determiner “-ê” (meaning “my”) when using the interfix to link the verb to the accusative pronoun, instead of the actual accusative “e” (meaning “me”). This is important to remember, that when you use the interfix you always use the Genitive Determiner instead of the proper Accusative form.

ADDED BENEFIT: Using the interfix with the Genetive Determiner definitely makes you “a pro translator” in my eyes, and totally gives you bragging rights within our little community here.

Note though, on the topic of the Jussive Form, that by the third age the usage of the prefix “ai-” in this form is considered largely archaic and rarely used, with the exception of official or (overly polite) speech.

Meaning that it would likely be:

“latunsuwê” or “latunsiyê”, unless you wish to express a more courteous plea, in which case leave the “ai-” attached.

Apologies for the length of this reply again, yet I wished to be rather thorough with the reply, considering your somewhat technical questions. I hope that clarifies it somewhat.

Ever at your service,

The Dwarrow Scholar

[leaughrilke]

Kara and Lena dealing with any of the kids being bullied?

HOO BOY 

well kara “fight me” danvers and lena “come at me bro” luthor dont take kindly to anything or anyone threatening their kiddos, let’s just put that out there now like........they are such mama bears, it is ridiculous.  their kiddos are sometimes a lil embarrassed like god moms we have it under control but also they three hundred percent appreciate it, appreciate the security that comes in knowing their moms are always in their corner

SO finn and maia dont rlly get bullied??  finn does once (literally just once) but he handles it himself, is so disarmingly kind and literally befriends his bully.  to be fair, they’re like seven but still.  and maia??  is literally kind of terrifying like no one’s going to fucking mess with her

what im saying is that its stella that gets bullied and she gets bullied kind of a lot??  its through her entire life tbh, or at least her entire time in school and she hides a lot of it tbh??  like there’s stuff that her moms dont find out abt until later, until its too late for them to do anything abt it bc stella has this habit of just internalizing everything and repressing the shit out of it.  but they do know abt most of it and like..........u know that gif of kara throwing down her purse when lena’s getting arrested?  pls picture that when i tell u what happens bc that’s.......that’s what’s happening

but yeah, she’s small and soft and cries easily, is a little weird and v intense and like??  she doesnt benefit from the innate magnetism her siblings have a la kara.  like she’s v sweet and endearing in her own right, but stella is very much not of this world in a way thats entirely different from her siblings.  where maia and finn grow into gods, essentially, the best analogy for stella would probably be like a fae or smth??  smth obviously not of this world, enough so that it makes some ppl uncomfortable

but its elementary school and kids are kids and they dont have the words to explain why they dont like the littlest danvers, so they do the basic kid bullying like excluding stella from stuff and calling her names and at some point it escalates and she starts coming home with the knees or seat of her pants covered in dirt, ripped up palms from getting shoved or tripped and she has friends, she does, but they’re the kids that are also getting bullied so its not as if any of them are going to stick up for each other, they’re all just trying to get by

when kara and lena find out about it 

which they only do bc kara happens to be at the school to drop off maia’s book report that she left on the kitchen counter and decides to swing by the other kiddos to say hi for a minute and she happens to show up during stella’s recess, when the teachers are mediating an incident between stella and this girl and stella’s full sobbing, can hardly catch her breath and kara’s incredibly angry in that moment, like who did this, whose mom does she need to call

and the teachers spot her and one comes over and explains the situation, and like, to be clear, the teachers are kind of just learning abt this too???  like i got picked on a bit when i was little and those kids were always so good at figuring out the best moment to do whatever it was they wanted to do, always the second the teacher looked away, so theyre doing their best, only found out bc one of the teachers had a sobbing stella ask if she could go back to the classroom for the rest of recess

but basically this girl called stella a weirdo, said some shitty stuff abt stella being adopted, was basically the meanest you can be as a kid without like physically hurting stella, and they’re handling it and like kara kind of gets it, she does, they have protocol, but thats her kiddo crying and she’s like what exactly are you doing to handle it

and the teacher’s like well we’ll have a mediation with the school counselor and they’ll sign a contract but like.....and kara’s v rarely like this, she rlly is, she’s usually v understanding and gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, but she’s remembering all the times stella’s seemed like she didnt want to go to school, remembering all the times she’s come home covered in dirt, the way she’s been extra clingy recently and she’s like why does stella have to sign a contract and the teachers sort of......like well its to make sure that everyone behaves nicely towards one another and kara’s tempted to argue this point, but stella’s still sobbing and has just caught sight of her, is already running towards her, so instead she just asks politely that she and lena be included in the mediation and informs the teacher that she’ll be taking stella home early today

stella kind of falls asleep in the car, so kara takes the opportunity to call lena and lena’s like Ready 2 Fight tbh, she’s like okay so when are we meeting this kid’s mother to duel (this is paraphrased ofc) and kara’s like i dunno but do you have a meeting this afternoon?  stella’s really upset

technically lena has several meetings this afternoon, but she’s already cancelled abt half of them by this point in the conversation and she’s sure jess is well on her way to cancelling the rest for her, so she packs up and meets kara at home and stella wakes up on the couch, crawls out from her blanket burrito and sprawls across her moms laps and they let her pick the movie so they end up watching princess and the frog and moana and the aristocats while stella dozes, still redfaced from crying

later, lena and kara press her gently for details bc like they’ll fight anyone for her with zero info but information would probably make it a lil easier, so they get names and dates (as accurate as a seven year old can give) and they spend a lot of that afternoon just cuddling stella, asking v gently that she tell them when things like this happen bc they can’t make things better if they dont know whats happening, reminding her that they love her a whole lot, that everything that other girl said is just what a very small, very mean person says when they’re angry that you wont behave like them

so then theres the mediation and its turned more into a mediation between the parents bc this girl went home and told her parents that stella danvers lied, that she was just joking abt what she said but lena sees the immediate flash of disdain in the woman’s eyes when she walks in, kara sees the barely concealed sneer on the dad’s face and wow, yeah, okay, she sees where their daughter gets it

it boils down to this: stella is v much the victim and everyone knows it, so kara and lena throw their collective weight around a little (and they rarely do this, truly, they want their kiddos to learn to handle their own problems without relying on reputation or money or whatever) and get this girl switched into a different class and may or may not start a blood feud between their families

but just a small one 

as stella gets older, it’s different??  like she doesnt want her moms getting involved when she gets picked on (and lbr, its the same girl bullying her, just with different lackeys and lena grumbles under her breath abt a mini veronica sinclair every time stella comes home bearing a different story) but she does as they asked when she was little, she tells them about most of the stuff, usually keeps the really bad stuff quiet tho.  they do end up finding out abt most stuff, no small thanks to maia hearing abt a lot of shit (tbh she’s like.......the final stop in the rumor mill??  she hears it all and shuts that shit down) and reporting it right back to their moms

though sometimes she........handles it before it gets back to them

like this one time there were these boys that were harassing tiny freshmen stella (she went on a date with one of them and told him to fuck off when he tried to feel her up, so he spreads it around school that stella’s several words that make maia’s hands shake with anger), and like??  its not something to involve their moms in, considering they thought stella was at ari’s house when she went on the date and she’d get in some trouble for lying, so maia just quietly ruins their lives.  she punches one of them once, and they’re huge babies who talk a lot of shit and never expect to get called on it so she tells them with no uncertainty that they’ll be apologizing publicly and that if she catches them within ten yards of stella, she’ll make them wish they were never born

but mostly maia tells their moms bc she may not have ever gone through this shit, but she knows that just beating ppl up isnt the answer???  wont actually change anything.  so kara and lena hear abt most of what stella goes through and they keep up their steady reassurances, that stella’s beautiful, smart, different in the best way, that she doesnt have to be like anyone else, that they love her just the way she is while they also fight the pta president, this girl’s mom, three teachers that think stella just needs to toughen up (they actually get one of them........not fired, per se, but she doesnt return the next year), an unsympathetic counselor and just abt anyone else that looks at stella the wrong way

like u know how the kids rally around lena and sort of......diffuse the impact of whatever shit the public’s pulling???  the family does the same for stella

eventually it gets bad enough that kara and lena sit down with stella and ask if its even worth it for her, if she even wants to stay at the school or if she’d rather switch to a smaller school that’s a bit more......understanding??  and stella thinks abt it for a long time, and she appreciates the offer???  she rlly does, but she’s never seen her moms run from a fight and she’s not abt to run from this one

the get stella’s bully’s mom kicked off the pta for unbecoming behavior tho

[thegayamericancroissant]

I know that this could sound odd but just humor me for a second because this is a topic that actually is very important to me.

Everyday I see art that has been reposted, E V E R Y F U C K I N G D A Y! And to those that repost people’s art (specifically those who never give credit, never asked, never even thought of how this could effect someone else) FUCK YOU, there is a goddammed reblog button for a reason but reposting especially when and artist has SPECIFICALLY ASKED FOR PEOPLE NOT TO! Is such a shitty thing to do, I get that you want to be noticed, I get that you want to show off someone else’s work, but this is not how we are supposed to do that if a site does not have a reblog functionality then I am sorry but that doesn’t mean that you should be reposting someone’s work, they are still not the ones getting credit for the work at that point, you are. This happened not that long ago when jack reblogged a fan made animation, I cannot remember the specifics but I do remember someone who I want to give credit to for messaging everyone who had reblogged that because it was a repost, the reposter took all of the credit for the work but in the end people were told that it was a repost. If that isn’t enough then let me continue, people who do art for a living could be loosing some of the payment they absolutely deserve when this type of stuff happens, I know that when I was a whole hell of a lot younger I once used a template but because I was so young I didn’t realize what I was doing was wrong, I had retraced the original with out thinking which I later was actually very kindly informed was wrong I took down the piece because I felt so bad asked around if anyone knew the original creator and even sent them a message apologizing. They were super chill about it but I have never forgotten about that day I never will either but my other point is that it is just so incredibly wrong to repost, trace, etc. anyone else’s art or original works, technically you are also infringing on the copyright law which very few people would ever act on but still this a very serious topic, and you should NEVER repost art especially for attention from someone you look up to.

About the Fan art in the stream

So I wanted to point out that a couple of the fanarts that were shown on the stream were stolen art, and that’s not at all okay. I know its not @therealjacksepticeye or any of the other friends or crew’s fault at all. There was no way any of them couldve known. But for you guys who stole those art pieces, shame on you. I know you want to be noticed by our idols, but that’s NOT the way to do it. Somebody worked so hard on that art, and then to see someone take it, and even edit it, is heartbreaking. Its literally theft. That’s just not okay. And jack and Emma and pj and robin and Ethan wouldn’t condone that at all.